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ssaluv-a-lot · 8 months

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Woke up at 2 am thinking about this…

A/N: This might be the best thing Ive ever done. 18 plussss, deadass. No Minors 💁🏽‍♀️ Grown ppl enjoy.

Oh shit…You should be home right now. You should be home in bed with your man but instead you were out and tipsy and yet the thought of Fontaine pulling up to air the place out was enough to sober you up. On wobbly legs, you carried yourself out of the club and fished your phone out your purse.

4 missed calls, 2 FaceTimes, and hella text messages. You were so fucked.

It wasn’t even a full second after you pressed the screen to call him back that you heard the bass boosted rnb coming from his Pontiac. Then it was his rumbling engine and beaming headlights that swung around the corner.

Fontaine didn’t even wait until the car was rightfully parked before he climbed out and stalked towards you, scowl permanently etched onto his features.

“Baby, i’m so fucking sorry.” You reached out for him, grabbing hold of his jacket.

He pried your hands from his jacket and grumbled a stern. “Get in the car.”

“Fontaine!” You whined, tripping over your heels to grab him again.

“Get in the fuckin car! I ain’t playin wit you!” He shouted, gripping your arm up and forcing you towards the vehicle while you continued to apologize.

He climbed into the driver’s seat with a huff as you buckled your own seatbelt.

The drive was silent and the tension thick. You knew that once you got home, he would be on you about staying out late, getting drunk without a ride. The whole nine yards on safety.

You didn’t even need to mention the fact that every one knew you were his girl and that so much as a flirty comment would get them in big trouble.

The car rumbled to a stop in front of your home and a heavy sigh released itself from Fontaine’s chest.

“When we get in that house, ion wanna hear shit about how sorry you are. Ion give a fuck. You get your ass up to that room and wait.”

You nodded your head as a shiver tingled at your spine. Then, his rough hand was gripping your cheeks, tilting your head every which way.

“Nobody touched you up in there right? You ain’t hurt?” He loosened his grip as it seemed you went untouched as long as you were out.

“No..” A smile crept across your glossy lips as you realized he wasn’t really mad at you, just worried since you didn’t answer his calls

“Don’t lie to me just cause you think I’m already pissed.”

“No, Fontaine. Nobody did anything. I just danced and shit.”

The man sucked his teeth as he climbed out of the car, going around the front to open your door.

Once inside the house, you wasted no time getting up stairs and sitting on the bed as his heavy foot steps followed.

“Strip outta them clothes.” He ordered as the bedroom door clicked shut behind him and he kicked off his shoes.

You scrambled out of your top, tossing it somewhere. Out of your bra, tossing it someplace else. And then, you fumbled with your skirt before it pooled at your feet, leaving you in your panties, looking up at him as he loomed over you.

“Now how come when you think you getting some dick, you can listen to me but when I tell you to come home before midnight, you ain’t got a damn clue?”

“I-“ The words got stuck in your throat as he aired you out.

“Hm.” Fontaine scoffed, shrugging off his bomber and pulling his hoodie over his head, leaving him in his gold chain and a pair of low hanging sweats. “Hands and knees.”

“Fontaine!” You whined. “Please?”

“Nah come on. Don’t make me fix you my self.”

You huffed as you turned yourself into the position and pressed your body into the sheets. The impact came almost instant, the burning sting as he cracked a palm to your right ass cheek.

Your eyes squeezed shut as a yelp caught in your throat. Another resounding smack to your ass as he mumbled to himself. Something about you tripping and acting like you ain’t know better.

His monologue must’ve really started to piss him off because the next impact of his calloused hands had you gripping the sheets as a squeal released from your mouth.

“M sorry, Taine..” You mumbled, turning your head to look back at him as he stroked your burning skin.

“Mhmm.” Another crack of his palm against and then he was pulling at your panties, tugging them down to the fold of your knees as a finger slipped between your legs and through your slickened folds. “All that complaining and you wet any damn way.”

Your brows knitted together as he swiped his fingers across your pussy, brushing your clit and circling your entrance, then back up to your clit to rub firm circles into the bud.

“Fontaine..” It came out breathy and pleading as you relished in the pressure being released. “Fuck..feels good.”

“Yeah?” He hummed, squatting down to get a better look at your actively sopping pussy, wet and waiting to be filled.

The sight was marveling, almost making him forget what he was supposed to be doing. Your whimpers were music to him as he drew them out of you with rougher circles to your clit.

He brought his mouth to your ass, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin as you squirmed against him.

“F-fuck..baby! I’m close!” Your jaw dropped as the knot in your belly tightened up. You arched into the bed, ready for it to hit you any second.

At the last moment, Fontaine withdrew his fingers with a dark groan, leaving you squirming and pushing your ass back against him for more.

As the realization dawned, tears pricked your eyes.

“No! Daddy please! I-I wanna come!”

“You gonna wait. Just like you made me wait up for you.” He pressed another kiss to your ass and raised to his feet.

“But-“ Your words were cut as he wrapped a hand around the front of your neck and pulled you up to rest on your knees. His lips slotted against yours, his tongue dipping in and invading your mouth sloppily.

His grip on your neck tightened as he took your plump bottom lip between his gold teeth with a growl. “You know I love you right?”

“Yeah. Love you too,” Fontaine released your neck and you could hear the fabric of his sweats as he tugged them down along with his boxers, letting his hard erection spring free.

He pressed a hand to the small of your back, creating an arch that propped your ass up just how he liked it. Carefully, he dragged his blunt tip across your wet folds, tapping it against your clit until you shuddered and your toes curled in anticipation.

He pushed into your clenching center with a groan as he adjusted his hands to your hips and your face dropped into the pillow. “Fuck..” Fontaine tugged his sweats a little lower as you mewled into your pillows.

His thrusts started slow, drawing out to the tip and easing in to his hips until he was coated in your arousal. “You good?” He asked, fully sheathed.

“Uh huh.” You spared him a weak nod and he took that as his go ahead, catching a rhythm as he drilled into you.

His nails digging into your hips so you didn’t try to run. Your mouth permanently slack jawed as he hit that spot that made you see stars.

“Must’ve been out ya mind, baby.” Fontaine huffed. “Making me have to drive up there like that..”

“Ooh daddy..” You threw your ass back to meet his hips with eagerness, your orgasm crawling up your spine and making your head a little foggy.

“Mhmm. Ignoring my fuckin calls.” He cracked a palm against your ass, making you yelp and push back into him.

The dull smack of your skins colliding as he drove his dick into your greedy pussy was all you could hear. All the shit he was talking went in deaf ears.

“Fuck, Fontaine! Shiiit!” Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm rolled over you, your hands turning pale as you gripped the sheets tightly.

“That’s it.” He kept fucking you through it, not letting up no matter how much you whined about it being too much. “Keep taking that dick..”

A sticky white ring formed around the base of his cock, making the already slippery task of staying inside you, that much harder.

“I got half a mind to never let you out again..”

“Mmm..no, wait.” You whispered as he angled his thrusts to brush against your spot again. You felt yourself building up again, only the pressure felt heavier and much stronger. “F-Fontaine!”

You attempted to press a hand to his abdomen to slow his thrusts and allow you a minute to relax but your shaky hand was slapped away.

“Actin like you ain’t got no fuckin sense.” He pressed into your back a little harder, angled his hips deeper. “I feel that shit. You gonna soak me baby?”

“I-I Ahh!” Your pussy clenched him tight, keeping him right where he was as you squirted onto the sheets with a scream. Your legs shivering and body shaking as he marveled at the sight.

“Fuuck.” He pulled out of you with a soft smile, rubbing his wet dick through your swollen folds, spreading the substance across your thighs. “You trynna do that again?”

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captainamericasmotercycle · 2 years

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Hangman x female reader

Hangman falling in love with wolfmans daughter,she was so overly sweet and gentle,she couldn’t ever stay mad at someone and he didn’t understand why but she was the one girl who truly made him feel weak to his knees.They we’re best friends and she never once judged him for how he held himself around others,through the arogence and the cockyness somehow she saw straight through it all an when he was having a really hard night and nobody seemed to know because he was great at hiding that,she ended up just sitting in his lap after he finished playing pool and running her hand through the back of his hair not saying anything at all,it was her just trying to relax him though jake found himself making getting excited about something else.

southern belle

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x fem!reader

warnings: none

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i hate to be THAT person but sorry this took so long, i had this uncompleted in my drafts and i scheduled to post it last week but a hurricane deadass annihilated my state but anyways i decided to make jake and the reader in an already established relationship i hope that’s okay!

“I’ve been hearing some talk about you around base, Bagman,” Natasha said while finishing her turn in pool.

“Well, what can I say? Pilots are big talkers,” he responded, bending over the table to take his shot.

“Saying you’ve got someone back home,”

Jake looked up at her, “Yeah, you didn’t know that?”

“So it’s true?”

“Yeah,”

“Are you fucking with me, because it’s not funny.”

Bob, Javy, Bradley, and Mav walk up to the area where they normally hang out in the back of the Hard Deck.

“What’s Jake doing this time,” Bradley asks, handing a beer to Natasha.

She takes a sip of her beer and looks around at everyone, “Is Jake actually married or is he fucking with me?”

“He’s married,” almost everyone says in unison.

“Bagman? Like Jake Seresin? Is married?”

Maverick laughs, “Yep, his high school sweetheart if I’m correct,”

“Yes sir,”

“How do you know that? How did everyone know he’s married?”

“He’s married to my Goddaughter,” Natasha’s mouth dropped open and it was like her jaw was going to hit the floor.

“And one of my childhood friends,” Bradley added.

“What?”

“Yeah. None of us have met her but Jake’s said things here and there about her,” Javy says, taking a seat and pointing in between himself and the rest of the squad, excluding Jake, Bradley, and Maverick.

“This is unbelievable. How is Jake Seresin married and I’m not?”

—

This weekend was one that wasn’t too busy for the aviators, so you decided to come up to go house hunting with Jake. You wanted to be with him, but you also wanted him to stay at his base in San Diego. So you compromised and decided to move out to California.

Of course you were going to miss your little place in Texas, but it was worth moving if it meant you would be with Jake again. You had been apart for almost 3 weeks while he worked and you got the moving details sorted out.

You flew in around 7 and texted Jake that you were there. He told you to come down to a little bar called the Hard Deck. You heard your stomach rumble, yeah, you could eat.

You managed to get a rental car and drive yourself out there. When you arrived, you couldn’t help but to feel nervous. You hadn’t met any of his fellow pilots or friends in California, well except for Maverick and Penny.

You grabbed your phone and hopped out of the car. Walking in, you spotted Jake across the bar, and you felt like you had butterflies in your stomach. Even after 6 years, he could still make you feel like a high school girl with a crush.

You divert your attention away to behind the bar where you spot Penny. You walk over to her and lean against the bar. She’s pouring a beer, “I’ll be right with you,” she slides the beer down the bar and turns to you.

She gasps and smiles widely, exclaiming your name. “What are you doing here?” She tells someone to cover for her and walks out from behind the bar. She engulfs you in a big hug.

“I’m up here for a while to look for houses with Jake. I mean he’s got a place but we just figured we would rather have a bigger place with a yard, you know, just in case,” you winked.

“I see,” Penny smiled back. She worked her way back behind the bar, “Well what can I get for you tonight?”

“Get me one of whatever Jake is having,”

“I’m on it,” she winked and smiled while going to pour your drink. You kept yourself leaning against the bar.

Jake spotted you from across the bar and got butterflies. Even after 6 years, you could still make him as flustered as the day you met. He set down his cue stick and walked over to Natasha, “Hey, Trace, how much do you bet that I can get that girl’s number,” he pointed over to you.

She looked at him confused, “I thought you were married?” I mean, he had to have a little fun tonight. Jake pretended to slick back his hair and made his way over to you. Natasha watched with a shocked face, but Maverick knew exactly what was happening, this wasn’t the first time he had pulled a stunt like this.

He finally got to where you were standing and leaned against the bar next to you, “Hey, Darlin’, what are you drinking tonight?”

You turned and smiled at him, “You know, I’m havin’ whatever my husband is havin’,”

“Shame you’re married, we could’ve made a good match,” he pretended to pout. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck and he leant down and kissed you softly.

Across the bar, Natasha dropped her pool cue in disbelief. She watched Penny come back with a beer and talk to Jake and the mysterious woman. The woman grabbed her beer and Jake grabbed her hand, leading her back to the group. Natasha’s mouth was still wide open.

The pair came over, laughing. “This is my wife,” he introduced you to the Dagger Squad. Natasha shut her mouth, which was now dry and she watched your interactions with the rest of the team. You walked over to Maverick first and he engulfed you in a fatherly-like embrace. “It’s good to see you kid,”

“You too, Uncle Mav.” Okay so Maverick wasn’t lying about you being his Goddaughter. This was unbelievable for Natasha Trace. How in the world is Jake “Hangman” Seresin, married to a sweet thing like you?

You made your way around the area, introducing yourself to all of Jake’s friends.

“Bradshaw,” you smile.

“Wolfe,” you squint your eyes at him, “Not anymore, Bradshaw, I’m a Seresin now, I have been for a while too,”

“Really? You’d rather take on this dip’s name, rather than keep the cool one?”

“Alright, Bradshaw, that’s enough slander on my humble family name,” Jake cut in. Natasha watched the interaction between the three of you, well I guess Bradley wasn’t lying about you being childhood friends.

Maybe she’s in some sort of nightmare, this can’t be real. You walked over to Natasha last, “Hi,” you tried to introduce yourself to her, but Jake interrupted you, “This is the Mrs.,” he said proudly.

You rolled your eyes at him and introduced yourself to her in the way you wanted, “You must be Natasha, I’ve heard so much about you from Mav. He says you’re an amazing pilot,” you smiled at her and she smiled back, in a forced kind of way. She wanted to reach out and touch your face to make sure you were real.

“So you’re married to Jake?”

“Yes, ma’am,”

“Like, you?”

You giggled, “I am,”

“Natasha, seriously–”

“Jake, this is your wife? But she’s so sweet and you’re so… not,”

You gasped, “My Jake? He could never even hurt a fly, his momma raised him better than that. He’s the sweetest man I know!” You knew he wasn’t, but you had to have a little fun. You’ve been with Jake for 6 years, of course you knew he had a temper, teasing tendencies, and a bit of an attitude, but you’d never admit it out loud.

“See, thank you, sweetheart. At least someone has my side,”

“Of course, baby,”

—

You spent the rest of the night trading stories and sipping beer. The bar began to empty and soon enough it was only your group in there.

Jake was sitting across from you, watching you tell stories of when you two were in high school. He didn’t know how you did it, but just the looks you gave him made him weak in the knees. He began to get more tipsy and more emotionally overwhelmed.

He came over to you and sat down, he laid his head on your shoulder and you didn’t even think twice. You ran your hand through his hair as he lay down, you didn’t even blink when he came over, you just continued to tell your story.

When you were finished talking, he pulled himself up to your ear and whispered to you, asking to go home. You nodded and waited for Bob to finish his story.

When the end of the story came, you stood up and grabbed Jake’s hand, “I think it’s time for us to head out. It was wonderful to meet you all tonight, we should do this again soon.” You all said your goodbyes and you dragged Jake out to the rental car.

“Baby, my truck,” he pouted.

“We can come back for it tomorrow, honey, right now let’s get you home,”

He nodded and followed you to the car, you helped him in and you got into the driver’s seat, you having had much less to drink than Jake. You pulled out of the parking lot of the Hard Deck and began to make your way home to the apartment.

A perfect ending to a perfect night.

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sinning-23 · 10 months

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My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.4

18+ Minors do not interact, please!!!

Listen yall I'm so sorry this took long I had t do so much mf research for this to turn out accurate and I didn't want it to feel rushed yk? And a bitch is on vacation on an island where there's no signal/service half the time so I can just research on the go! Anyway, this one is a lil INTENSE so as it goes, the minor be gone. this si 18+ territory aight. Anywho enjoyyyyy (I had no fuckin idea what a spike was before this and now I can't unsee a lot of things). ANYWAY

Warnings: size difference, squirting, multiple orgasms, choking???does that count? LET'S GET IT-

(Pt.3 found here pookie)

Pt.4

Touch me, tease me, call me pretty

~“Sooo good, feels so so good mamas. Fuck you take me so well.” He whines, kissing you softly. He’s big, the stretch making you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel so full, his servo against your stomach only making the pressure of your second orgasm build quicker.

“Can you feel me? I’m right here.” He hums, ex-venting shakily when you squeeze down. He’s slow, taking your body into account. There was no way he was going to fit all the way that was almost a fact. ~

______3 hours prior______

You practically trip over yourself to get out of the club, your fingers intertwine

as you run through the parking lot to get to where he was parked. Between quick playful and excited kisses, you manage to slip into the car with Mirage’s holoform ‘taking the wheel’. There was really no reason for him to, at least in your eyes.

It was clear he had other plans when your chair was reclined back and scooted enough for him to be able to reach over and squeeze the meat of your thighs. Closing them on impulse, he huckles and only spreads them again with that stupid boyish grin.

“Nuh-uh, you wanna be able to take it right? Let’s get you ready for it, 'cause I know for a fact I'm much bigger than anything you've had before.” He explains, pulling your panties down with a bit of your help.

Any other time that statement would sound cocky but he was deadass serious and you knew it. A shiver crawls up your spine as he hums at the feeling of your warmth, slick already starting to drip onto his seats and make his palm sticky. The feeling is bliss damn-near, all that built up heat finally finding a chance to realse and in response you moan, rolling your head against the seat. His voice wasnt helping your arousal either.

“There you go mamas, that's it. You like the way my fingers feel like this?” He's teasing on purpose, observing the way your eyebrows pinch together, and your mouth can't decide whether to open in a moan or bite your lower lip.

It's adorable really. He’s got your body figured out somehow, curling his fingers upward making you whine and roll your hips. You’re close, his thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves just above where he's not, and three fingers slide in and out of you. I

It's almost too much, the sensation of everything making you twitch, eyes half-lidded. He could watch you cum all day. The way your eyes are more glossy and hazy like this, the sound of his name rolling off your gloss-smudged lips.

“Thatsss it ma, feels good huh? Talk to me.” He hums, letting saliva well…more so lubricant drip from his lips down to where his fingers are stuffed inside you. The action makes you weak, and the warmth only makes you whine more.

“You're filthy Mirage, treat all the girls like this?” You joke weakly, still trying to come down from your high.

He only hits that soft spot in you again, your body reaching on its own when you manage to ruin his seat, again thighs sticking to the liquid and the leather. Did he just make you squirt????

He hums, satisfied before running his tongue over the fingers that were just in you. So nasty.

“Nah, only the ones that answer to Y/n”

The drive seemed so quick, or more so you were too preoccupied that by the time you reached the garage. He had his servos all over you, holoform long gone. You’re small compared to him so he makes it a point to be gentle, servos at your hips as your lips work against his. Mirage’s engine purrs when you run your hands down his chassis, eyes focused.

“Mirage.” You whisper out, straddling his thigh. He pauses for a moment, looking nothing but helpless in front of you.

“How’s this gonna work….”

He swallows, trying to put it together in his head. You’d never be able to take it all. You’d be so ducked out by the time he was done and he didn’t want to hurt you either most of all.

“You can’t take my spike all the way. And I’m not trying to hurt you.” He explains, sighing when you grind against his thighs as if he wasn’t just knuckle deep in you moments ago.

“You won’t, Mirage please.” You practically beg, palm flat against the curve of his plating.

God, you looked too pretty like this, your body already hyped up and ready for more. His focus is on you and you alone and the only priority is to make you feel good which obviously he’d succeeded at. And damn that begging wasn’t helping.

“Please what, c’mon pretty girl use your words.” He teases, lifting the fabric of your shirt with ease, the amount of stretch making it tear slightly at the seams.

“Mirage don't play with me. I wanna fuck.” You huff, his fans picking up in speed as what looked like a nice shade of blue? Tinted his faceplates. God, he loved it when you got bossy like that.

He doesn't waste time fulfilling your request, a feeling o worry washing over him. You'd never seen one before, what if you changed your mind Well, you had every right to but the whole scenario made him…insecure to say the least. You can see it written over his face clear a day and mindlessly hold his face in your hands.

“Calmate.” You tease with a smile and he visibly relaxes.

“Im gonna like you however you are. Show me all of you ‘Rag” You hum, seeing him swallow hard, hips push forward. And before you had a chance to really prepare yourself, it's in front of you.

The thickness isn't too much for maybe someone that was built like him but holy shit that was girthy for you. How was that going to fit???? He'd stretch you all the way out trying to fit all of that inside. You swallow hard, the ache between your legs only worsening when it slightly jumped, what you could only compare to precum leaking from the tip.

He's quiet, avoiding your eyes as you stare at it with wide eyes, your attention on every detail. Blue, opposite of his alt-mode with a nice silver stripe running from the base to the tip.

You're slow at first but quickly get used to the feeling of it in your hand, the lubricant making your hands slick and easily slide up and down the length of his spike. You hum, looking from under your lashes to see him practically digging holes into the concrete of the garage.

He’s so pretty like this, helm thrown back when you slide over the tip. What you could only assume was a ‘blush’ crawled over his faceplates in a faint shade of blue. Ans gosh those whines were to die for.

“You’re gonna be the death of me you know that?” He huffs, trying his damnedest to keep himself from bucking into your touch.

You only bite your lip in response, impulsively putting your mouth over him, tongue sliding over it with ease as your jaw stretches almost a bit too wide. You take it though, gagging a bit when it hits the back of your throat. Sure Mirage has sworn before but it seemed like now all he could do was whine, moan, and cuss at the feeling of you trying to take him down your throat.

“You’re gonna choke- fuck- I can’t- fffffuck y/n.” He moans out, servo hovering over your head as you start to make a mess, drool sliding down your chin as your hand works at what can’t fit in your mouth.

You gasp for air, crawling over him to straddle his lap, spike pressed against your ass when you do. It’s quiet for a moment, the pause in between making both of you hesitate. That stretch was going to be something else, maybe the lubricant would help stretch you on top of the fact that he’d already prepped you on the way here. You can’t help but meet his gaze, flustered despite just having him in your mouth moments ago.

“Slow. Let’s just go slow.” You hum and he nods in agreement.

Finally, he had found some courage to hold your hips, whining when you start to sink down on him. Fuck you were tight. Mirages servos grip your hips as he practically holds you in place, more for his own sake than yours. Primus knows if you’d sunk down any farther he would’ve helped you with your hands behind your back as he fucked into you. His self-control was wearing thin.

You moan at the feeling, his spike somehow vibrating in you. It’s almost too much but you convince yourself to sink lower. Halfway there. Your garage is filled with moans and pleasure-heavy breaths.

“Fuck! Move, please, move Mirage.” You beg, feeling him give the smallest thrust upward to fulfill your wish.

A mix of his lubricant and your own slickness mix and the slap of metal against soft flesh is a sound you’ll definitely play over and over again in your head. The familiar knot in your stomach begins to tighten and he growls as the way your cunt tightens around him.

“Shit-Ah! Close, so fucking close princess don’t stop. Let me fill you up.” Mirage begs, lips finding empty space on your neck to bite and bruise.

So full so so full.

“Sooo good, feels so so good mamas. Fuck you take me so well.” He whines, kissing you softly.

He’s big, the stretch making you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel so full, his servo against your stomach only making the pressure of your second orgasm build quicker.

“Can you feel me? I’m right here.” He hums, ex-venting shakily when you squeeze down.

Despite feeling as if only halfway was as far as you get, his last thrust was enough to have your smaller frame sink completely into his spike, your mouth falling open in a silent scream, soon tiring into a pleasured growl.

“Fuck-so full- I- Oh fuck.” You whimper, fists balked against his chassis as he placed his helm to your forehead. Both of you needed a minute to adjust.

You’re practically drilling now, eyes glossy and threatening to close in pleasure while Miragw’s grip tightened on you. He’s slow again, helping you move up and down on his spike, your orgasm already crashing over you when he did and it must have been enough to push him over the edge.

He revs, fans sounding like they’d give out at any minute now seeing his body was hearing far faster than they could cool him. You were practically shaking, what you could only assume was the equivalent of cum leaking out of you and onto your thighs.

“Look at you, so so beautiful like this.” Mirage whines, the sound of his moans after cumin so hard still burning in your brain. His thrusts are slow, but still…It’s becoming too much almost, and your body quickly becoming overstimulated.

But you can’t stop.

Knowing you can take all of him now, he’s for you turned around, hands against the garage door. There’s little conversation, still, the two of you working on recovering but also getting back to what you could only describe as bliss. There's a brief pause when he pushes into you again, gasps escaping each of you before Mirage begins to move, each thrust resulting in an “A-Ah” on your end.

It's all too much, your body reaching on its own and now making a puddle on the floor below you. 2nd time squirting. He groans at the sight, seeing your legs shake and twitch as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Fuuuuck yes, baby keep doing that, making a mess on my spike.” He groans, biting his lower lip.

His free servo somehow came to grip a niceeee handful of your braids to pull just enough to make you tilt your head up. God, it sounds so sloppy, the way your slick and his own lubricant mix with every time your hips meet.

He events heavily, picking up his pace a bit before squeezing your hips before cuming again, the liquid still spilling out of you and filling you up, the feeling making you squeeze down on him.

It's silent somewhat, your exhausted breaths all that's filling the space along with the audible “splosh” sounding when he pulled out, even more lubricant sliding down your legs. He sets you down, legs wobbling as you try your hardest to stay upright. He had definitely left you fucked out and he knows it, that stu[id little cocky grin written over his face.

"i-I can keep going-" You slurred, leaning against him, more cockdruck than ever. Damn, how long has it been since you'd done that???? You didn't care, what you needed was more and as it looked like, Mirage wasn't facing a refractory period any time soon.

"I thought you were gonna let me ride?

“You can ride next time.” He smirks, seeing your legs shake with unease.

It's cute kind of. Its quiet for a while but he soon fills the silence with a question while you struggle to put the rest of your clothes on

"Did I make you squirt just a minute ago?"

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I'm so sorry this is kinda short yall lol I've been on vaycay and tryna make it good. Hope you enjoy this final part but just know I will be doingmore headcanons and what not! also if you're a Marvel fan be on the lookout for some more gotg3 stuff from me since they are putting the movie on Disney in a dayyyyyy anyway y love yall and thanks for the support!

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jvblood · 2 years

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spring break

argyle x henderson!reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: your bestfriend jonathan came back from california and he didn't come empty handed.

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+minors dni), van sex (yet again)

a/n: well heyyyyy nice to see this again huh. anyways let me know how this is. let me know if this is piss and shit. deadass though, i have been getting schmoked out and literally just freaking finished this.

“Oh my god, Jonathan!” You screamed as you looked out your window. You rushed down the stairs, pushing past your mom and brother before finally going to the door and seeing Jonathan, your best friend ever since Will and your brother, Dustin, became friends. You and Jonathan were practically losers and were always drawn together. Everyone around you two always thought that the two of you were together, that was until he started dating Nancy Wheeler. His brother's best friend’s sister. Crazy.

“I’m guessing you already saw Nance?” You ask as you pull back from the suffocating hug that the two of you were tangled in.

“She’s in the van right now, actually,” He says pointing behind him towards the pizza van. “We’re planning to go see Steve and the others, right now.”

“Lemme go grab some proper shoes.” He nods as you run back inside to put on some regular converses on. You go to the nearest mirror and take a quick glance. You take in your appearance for a bit and rush out the door, grabbing your wallet.

As you finally make it to the van, the door automatically opens with a guy with long hair, who is actually holding the door open for you. He watches you as you whisper ‘hi’ towards him.

“Oh, uh, this is Argyle, by the way.” Jonathan says as he puts the van into drive. You introduce yourself in a hushed tone, pulling your hand out for him to shake. He looks at you, then at your hand and finally remembers to reach for your hand to shake. It was as if he forgot how to function. Argyle couldn’t know if you could feel if his hand was sweaty, to him it felt like it. You, on the other hand, think it’s your hand that’s sweating. For what felt like a minute of hand shaking, the two of you finally let go.

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” You ask.

“Argyle, do not get her high.” Jonathan says before Argyle could even say anything.

“I wasn’t planning on it, dude.” Argyle calmly states. He finally turns back to you, “I actually work at the pizza shop that owns this van. My dad owns the shop, so that’s why we got the van.” You exclaim at the fact that the van was really his.

“How long have you been working at the shop?”

“Ever since I’ve been driving.” He states very proudly. You shrug at the response, you were one to respect the ‘grind’. The two of you were mindlessly speaking back and forth, talking about his experience at the shop and how California is and how Hawkins is and what you do.

Meanwhile, Jonathan and Nancy look at the two of you through the rearview mirror. It’s like watching two idiots falling for eachother. As the two finally look away from the rear view, they share a pointed look that you and Argyle couldn’t see.

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As Steve and Robin finally ended their shift with Eddie and Vickie waiting for them at the store, the eight of you made your way to a McDonald’s to get something to eat. Just the older kids hanging out, no kid under 17 here to try and spoil the day. Everyone goes to wait in line to order, meanwhile you try to find a table big enough for you guys to pig out on. Argyle stayed by your side as you finally found the perfect seating. There were cushioned seats along the way while the other side had seats that were attached to the floor. You sat on the cushioned side while Argyle sat across from you.

“So,” You begin, trying to break the unknown tension, “, you’re Jonathan’s new best friend?” You begin to tease. “Well, if I’m being honest, I can’t beat the original.” He admits, shrugging his shoulders.

“Why thank you.” You say as you bring your hand to your chest, meanwhile Argyle jokingly bows. The two of you begin laughing at how stupid you might look to any body around.

“You know, Jonathan told me alot about you.” He says.

“I hope it was all good.”

“Nothing but good. I sorta thought you were like his girlfriend when he first talked about you.” Argyle scratches his head, avoiding eye contact again.

“Oh my god–No! God no, Jonathan is like a brother to me–oh my god.” You revolt at the thought of dating Jonathan. “I mean like I sound like an ass but Jonathan and me, yuck!” Argyle chuckles at your reaction and scratches his neck.

Finally as the others finally come back to the table with either own meals, you and Argyle finally go up and order your choices. You were contemplating on what to get, Argyle though figured out what he wanted. “Can I get the..filet o’ fish meal. Please.” You scrunch your face at his choice but you weren’t really going to judge it, you were going to remember that. “What about you?” He turns to you and asks.

“I’ll just get an order of fries and a drink please.” You say as you reach out for your wallet. Little did you know, Argyle already paid for the two of you. “Argyle you didn’t have to pay for me.” You say as you hold onto his arm, lightly.

“Nah, don’t sweat it dude. It’s like 2 bucks.” “Yeah, two bucks I had.” You tease as you pop your hip out a bit. “And you still have it.” He says, smiling down at you. You playfully roll your eyes as you put your wallet back into your pocket.

Meanwhile, back at the table where everyone was waiting for you two.

“Okay, I’m gonna say it right now, does she like the new guy?” Robin blurts. The other six have been watching the two of you interacting this whole time.

“Great, so I’m not the only one who sees it.” Eddie says as he picks a fry from Steve. Steve tried to swat his hand out of the way but ultimately was late. “I’ve been in a car with Argyle for like three days, I’ve never seen him act this way.” Jonathan says as he puts his drink down after taking a sip.

“And like we’ve been with y/n for like ever and not once does she act like this.” Vickie mentions.

“Maybe this is a good thing.” Nancy suggests, trying to see the brighter side in all of this. Everyone nods their head, agreeing meanwhile Steve is on the cusp.

“Yeah, but she just met the dude.” Steve mentions. He has this thing where he plays older brother with anyone remotely younger than him. He doesn’t know it himself but everyone else around him can see it a mile away.

“And what about it? What about love at first sight, Stevie.” Eddie teases. This time Steve just gives him an unamused look and shakes his head pointedly.

“Shit, they’re coming back, pretending like nothing happened.” Robin interrupted. Everyone snaps their head in different directions, trying to play it off as if they weren’t talking about you two. Everyone except Eddie. “Welcome back, love birds.” Everyone around him, drops their heads in ‘disappointment’ and exhales the breath they were holding in.

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As everyone finally finished eating, it was time to go back to someone else’s house to hang out and let the food settle. Basically, the eight of you all were heading back to Steve’s house to chill. You, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle make it back to the van while Steve, Eddie, Vickie and Robin make their way to Steve’s car. You hopped in the back seat with Argyle, scooching over to give him his space.

He’s sitting close to you, not that you don’t mind. His knee was grazing yours as the two of you were sitting next to each other. It was unspoken between the two of you that you both wanted to touch even more. Argyle on the other hand is only focused on the fact that your knees are touching. It’s like a burning sensation that is rising to his head. It’s all that he’s focusing on. You are the only thing on his mind right now and he wants more.

As you guys finally made it to Steve’s house, the two of you finally exited the van. The eight of you entered his house and made your way to the living room. Robin pulled out a copy of Children of the Corn. “Not enough seats for everyone, so we seem like we gotta figure something out.” Eddie suggests. You could hear in his voice that he is up to something.

“Welp, first comes first serves though.” He says as he rushes to the couch. Jonathan and Steve sat on the couch and there was one seat left. Nancy made her way to go sit on Jonathan’s lap, meanwhile Vickie and Robin already settled to sit on the floor, pillows supporting them. Just as you were about to sit on the floor, Eddie reaches for your wrist and pulls you into Argyle’s lap. You yelp as you feel yourself being pulled by Eddie. For some reason he’s playing matchmaker and it’s working.

“Oh god, I’m sorry Argyle!” You apologize, before you try getting up, Argyle holds onto your waist softly. “It’s fine, stay.” He says, letting his hand now linger on your waist.

“Perfect.” Eddie says underneath his breath. Steve elbows him for meddling between the two of you. Meanwhile, Robin puts in the tape for Children of the Corn and turns off the light.

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About thirty minutes into the movie, you were squirming in your seat. You try to get up to get yourself a drink until Argyle holds you back. You whisper to him that you need to get you something but he avoids eye contact with you. You look at him confused as to why he’s acting this way and when you try to get up again he’s still holding onto you.

Then it hits you, you could feel underneath you that he was hard. You widen your eyes as you look down, you could feel yourself warm up with the thought of you doing this to him, then you turn your head left and right to see what the others are doing.

Jonathan and Nancy have their eyes watching the screen. Steve and Eddie on the other hand have fallen asleep. Robin and Vickie are still on the floor, eyes glued to the screen as well.

Thankfully, an idea popped into your head. You stretch your arms, ‘yawning’. You put on a display that you’re tired and wanting to go home.

“Hey, guys,” you begin. “I think I’m going to go ahead and clock out. I’m ‘bout to pass out.” “You need me to drive you back?” Jonathan asks.

“No, it’s good, I already asked Argyle and he said he’ll take me.” “Yup, I will take her.” He says, sounding a bit like a robot. You roll your eyes and get up, you grab Argyle’s hand and help him off the couch. You grab the keys from Jonathan and the two of you make your way outside to the van.

The two of you are now outside, keys unlocking the van for you two to ‘leave’, “Uh–wow, I’m–god I’m sorry.” Argyle apologizes for his stiff friend he acquainted.

“Argyle, do you want to have sex..with me?” You ask slowly. He nodded his head rather quickly and began to breathe heavily. With your lips still attached, he opened the back of the van and went inside, shimming to give you some room.

He lays down, waiting for your next move. You crawl and straddle him as you begin to get more comfortable. His lips meet yours again eagerly as you make yourself more comfortable. You grind onto him mindlessly while his hands begin roaming around your waist.

You pull back to breathe and he whimpers at the sudden loss of touch. The sight was to die for. Argyle lay on his back, his hair all over the place free. His eye brows were furrowed and mouth open agape, waiting for you to kiss him once more. You could feel butterflies in your stomach seeing him like this, with his hands on your waist nonetheless.

You shimmy out of your pants and lift your shirt over your shoulders. Argyle looks at you with wide eyes, whispering wow underneath his breath as well. As you reached around to unclasp the bra, you could see his eyes were fixated on one thing. As the bra falls, he watches as your breasts finally rest with no support. He thought he felt drool going down his chin as he watched your movement. What felt like twenty years of doing nothing, when in reality was like five seconds, he attached his lips onto your nipple. Sucking your breasts and massaging them in an instant. He flicks your nipple with his tongue, causing you to whimper underneath him.

All the while, Argyle is bucking his hips into you. Your underwear and his pants were the only thing between you two. With the way he was moving underneath you, it was making you lose your breath.

“Do you need me to–uhh, finger you first?” Argyle cringes as he asks. You smile down at him, breathing heavily.

“I just want you right now.” You coo.

You reach behind you to find his zipper, as you made contact with his dick, he flinched. You begin pawing at his crotch, trying to find the zipper but ultimately fail at it. Argyle finally picks up at your eagerness and does it for you, releasing your tit from his mouth and pulling down the zipper. Pulling his pants down and underwear as well in the process, his dick was finally free. He looks down to see where the two of you so desperately wanted to be touched.

His dick rests onto your ass, waiting to be inside. You look at Argyle once more, licking your lips. The sight before his own eyes could cause him to die. You straddle him, arms on either side of his head. Your mouth opens, breathing heavily aching for more. Your tits on display for him, waiting for him to put his mouth on them again and you in the way of his dick. There he could feel your ass instead.

“I want you so bad.” Argyle whimpers.

The two of you finally make eye contact. As you do, you push your underwear to the side and he reaches for his length. Not breaking eye contact, Argyle lines himself up and you slowly sink down onto him. The two of you gasp at the feeling. The warmth surrounding Argyle is making him see stars. He could feel how wet you were as he inched inside of you slowly. He cures underneath his breath and holds onto your waist. He tries to situate himself and get himself a bit more comfortable, which causes him to buck his hips into you. You moan out loud at the sudden movement. You practically fold onto him, losing strength in your arms that were holding you up. Your chest to chest, body heat causing sweat between you two. “You okay?” He breathes out. You whisper out a yes, the sensation of him begins to fill your mind.

He slowly began to move, his hips meeting in the middle with you. As he moves, you begin to get more vocal.

“That’s it baby– god, you’re doing so good.” You praise him. Argyle rolled his eyes back as you praised him. He could feel you get wet as he moves.

Argyle's grip on your waist begins to get tighter as the time goes on. The sound of light clapping and the van shaking could be heard. The two of you are so eager to reach your own highs. You try to regain composure and hold yourself up.

As Argyle's tempo began to get quicker. As he feels himself get closer to his own high, he wraps his arms around your and begins to buck his hips faster. The sound of the creaky van, clapping, and your own voices began to get louder.

As he kept moving, you felt a bit scared. The fact that the van was creaking because of the two of you and the clapping, it was making you aware of your surroundings.

“Argyle, we need to be quiet.” You whisper into his ear. He slowed down movements just a tad.

“Don’t worry, they’re watching a movie, they won’t even know.”

As his hips finally fall from exhaustion, you begin to slowly bounce on him. You rock on his cock, back and forth, as you take over. You gained composure again and began bouncing on his dick. Argyle groans as he swipes his hair out of his face.

You clench around him mindlessly as you could feel your own high coming. With each time you bounce down on his length, he could feel himself reach his high sooner. You moan out as he begins to buck into you quicker. You could feel him inside you throbbing as he moved. The familiar coil forms in your lower stomach as Argyle moves inside you.

Argyle could feel you tighten on him as he moved. You whine louder at how he fucks you. You furrow your eyebrows and fall onto his chest. You try to cover your mouth to muffle yourself.

“Argyle.” You whine out. “We need to be quiet.” You looked down at him and made eye contact.

“You know,” he says in between strokes “, if they were to wake up because of us, I would not care.” He teases you.

“You gonna cum?” He whispers into your ear. You nod silently as he moves.

As his strokes began to get sloppier you finally reached your high. You scrunched up your face as you felt yourself finally let go. As you come around him, you tighten around him. As he watched you finally release, he began to lose his rhythm. His hips began to falter as he thrust into you. Soon enough, he came. He bucks his hips into you as he releases into you. The two of you groan out loud as he pumps his load into you.

As the two of you began to come down from your high the two of you laid together. As the two of you were breathing heavily, you both closed your eyes to rest. As you two calmed down from your high, the van side door opened.

“Oh my god!” You shout, laying on Argyle trying to cover as much as possible.

“Dude!” Argyle said as he wraps his arms around to cover you as much.

As the door opens, you see Jonthan looking down at the two of you. He grimaces as he sees the two of you. Jonathan puts his hand cover eyes and looks away from the two of your bodies.

“Dude, I thought I told you not to mess with her.” Jonathan says turning his back against you two.

“Sorry bro.” Argyle says.

“Sorry not sorry.” You say underneath your breath, smirking to yourself.

#argyle x reader #argyle #argyle fan fic #argyle fan fiction #argyle stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things argyle #argyle smut #argyle x reader smut #argyle fluff #argyle x reader fluff #jvblood

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beautifulblooms · 2 years

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Eddie Munson with a Shy!Alt!Bf Headcanons

Male!Reader, he/him used for the reader, deadass stole this idea from @miloistired who is also very tired of the fem reader fics for Eddie, so here I am to bring that idea to life and throw in a bit of gay magic, ONTO THE HOMOSEXUALITY

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

THIS MAN

He’s such a golden retriever for this stuff

You’re shy? That’s fine he doesn’t care he’ll take you out of situations you don’t wanna be in

If you get overstimulated or uncomfy he’ll just grab your hand and leave, no questions asked

Adores the fact that you’re alt too

You two can share clothes and it actually works for the both of you

Ps, steal the leather jacket, he’ll be stuck trying to process just how hot the scene is

Oh you’re down to do his stupid little shenanigans? Perfect

Y’all end up at playgrounds in the middle of the night smoking and playing around

Abandoned buildings

Driving around town at the wee hours of the mornin

I feel like there’s this hill that overlooks Hawkins and he loves to take you there for calm dates or just to chill

He honestly doesn’t care if you’re a little dumb, he loves that

He loves being able to help someone he loves figure something out of they need it

Sharing jewelry is something he’ll do without thinking

Accidentally snagging on of your necklaces or rings for the day

Or you doing the same and not relaxing just because of how similar the two collections are

There’s definitely a shop or two around Hawkins that specialize in alt attire and especially the jewelry

One day Eddie decides to take you to one of them for a cute little surprise

“Hey, get your shoes on we’re going somewhere special”

“Where?”

“If I tell you how it’ll ruin the surprise I have waiting there”

As soon as y’all get to one of the stores you have a bit of an idea about what’s going on

But as soon as you walk in the door Eddie runs up to someone behind the front desk and whispers something to them

They disappear into the back room and only a minute later they come out with a gift bag and hand it to Eddie while he gives them cash to pay for whatever was in it

“Whatcha got there Ed’s?”

“Come sit in the van with me, I’ll show ya”

As soon as you guys sat back in your seats Eddie became a little nervous

“So a while ago I noticed you took a liking to one of my skull rings and then I lost it in the trailer. I searched the whole damn thing top to bottom and I couldn’t find it. And the first thing that came to mind was buying a new one, but I didn’t want us to have to share just one of them.”

He hands the bag over to you and inside is a small little box that has the company logo printed on top

Opening it you realize there’s two matching skull rings, one that fits one of your fingers and one that fits one of Eddie’s

“They’re beautiful, thank you Eddie, you didn’t need to do this”

“But i wanted to babe, I know how much you liked it and I wanted us to match so even if no one at school noticed, we’d still be matching and it’d be cute, ya know?”

He had that precious smile on his lips and the only thing you could think of was leaning over and giving him a big ol’ kiss

Now that wasn’t the only time that you two somehow ended up with matching jewelry, because a couple months later you did the same thing to him

Minus the driving to the shop

You had picked up the chains earlier and headed to Eddie’s trailer to meet up with him and hang out

Walking in his uncle Wayne was passed out on the couch, must’ve come home late from the Night Shift

Eddie was jamming out in his room so you walked over and knocked on the door fairly loudly to announce your presence

“Shit, come in!”

“Hey baby, I got something for you”

He quickly hug up his guitar before sitting down on his bed and patting the space next to him

“You remember how you got us matching skull rings a while back?”

“How could I forget when I never take it off, but yeah, why?”

“Well I wanted to repay that and got us both a little something to match even more”

This time you handed over the bag to Eddie and when he reached in to grab the matching chains his eyes lit up

“You got us matching chains?”

“Yeah, if you don’t like it I can return them, I just thoug-“

“No don’t return them! I love it, thank you (y/n) this is so nice”

That night he definitely cuddle trapped you the whole night and covered your face with kisses

Speaking of kisses!

Nose kisses

I’m slamming my card on the FUCKING TABLE

HE LOVES NOSE KISSES

Especially when they’re random and he doesn’t expect them because then he gets all blushy and adorable

Nose kisses before bed

Before a Hellfire session

Before work

Before anything really

Just loves getting and giving kisses

Now the first time you did it he was a little stunned

Not like “what the fuck was that” but more like a “Eddie.exe has stopped functioning” stunned

After it happens he asks you to do it more because he loves it

And his favorite time to GIVE them is when he’s teaching you to play one of his favorite songs and you get a part right

Especially when it’s a difficult part

He gives you like 50/50 kisses and praise whenever you do a good job

“Good job baby you’re really getting the hang of this!” “Look at my little rockstar” “i think I’m gonna have to get you into Corroded Coffin”

Praises along those lines

But he does throw in kisses after each one, doesn’t matter where just kisses

He also loves teaching you songs just so you can play together

If you both have a long day and just need to unwind he pulls out a spare guitar to play with you and you guys just sing and play until you’re tired

1000% a cuddle bug too

Refuses to let go when y’all sleep

Like needs constant touch and warmth from you when he’s sleeping

He needs it so much that whenever you get up to go to the bathroom or move away from him he immediately wakes up because he can’t feel you anymore

Overall Eddie is just a cutie that loves having an alt boyfriend to enjoy the hell of Hawkins with <3

#eddie munson x male reader #eddie x male reader #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #male reader #male reader fanfic

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 2 years

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Lee!Eddie Munson Headcanons

Eddie Munson x Reader

Strictly SFW; fluffy, playful, and plenty of romantic + platonic sweetness all around, very self indulgent

Note: Some of these hcs might diverge from the canon storyline, so do with that what you will <3 Major thanks to my tumblr moots for inspiring me and helping make these hcs happen. Prepare for the biggest ler moods of your lives /hj /p

Warnings: Brief mentions of w33d usage (Since Eddie Munson is canonically a dealer). That section is marked for the start and end of it if you would prefer to scroll past it <3 Please do what is most comfortable for you /gen

*Spoilers for Stranger Things 4 Volume 1 under the cut!*

Eddie. Munson. the ler-leaning switch, is the epitome of being able to dish it out but not being able to take it. That 20% of the time that he ends up as the lee, he CAN'T HANDLE IT (/lh /p). 🫢

He's ASTRONOMICALLY ticklish. DEATHLY. ticklish. Mans has got some nerve being as mean a ler as he is when he's probably eons more ticklish than you are.

You know his fear-induced tantrums? The anxious squirrelly screechy swearing? Yeah, imagine that x100. That's how he reacts when he's tickled.

"ShitshitshitshitSHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUHUCK! PFFAHAAA! GOHOHOD DAHAHAMMIT! SHIHIHIHIIIIT!"

"Wahatch youhour mouth, Munson~!"

Speaking of squirrelly, you know his lil angry stomp after fighting the bats? (Cutest bitchfit I have ever seen in my life) And how he reacted when Erica rolled the nat 20? (An actual chipmunk of a man) Yeah. He gets all jumpy when you tickle him and it's the cutest. thing. everrrrr. 😭❤️

So now just envision those reactions with the swearing when he's getting tickled. 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

One thing that absolutely kills him (/p) is when you strategically poke at his back, before clawing at his sides. He will fold like a lawn chair as he giggles uncontrollably (Like in that gif above. Actual honeybun 🥰).

Another thing that will happen if you tickle him... insults. He'll insult you the entire time you're tickling him (unless he's in a super soft mood and really needing the affectionate tickles. I'll elaborate on that in a short bit).

He KNOWS you'll just tickle him more if he back talks you. He does it anyway. It's not like he didn't know what would happen if he did! 🫢

"NONONONOHOHOHOHOOO! WAHAHAIT! ACK!"

"Call me a jackass again, Eddie. You'll just be laughing harder~"

*Cue Eddie calling you another name instead, which just leads to more tickles*

Eddie is the type to curl up and giddily kick his legs. Istg. (Especially if you go for his belly) Full on rapid kicking at the air.

He just cannot stay still. If you fluster him enough, he'll hide his face in his HAIR (Like when he partially hid behind his hair while talking to Chrissy). Such a precious lil bean. 😍

Let's go ahead and talk more about the death spots on this man. He has, the most unusual death spots ever. And it's effing adorable.

Ears. YES. EARS. (tumblr moot came in CLUTCH with this hc right here) If you lean close and whisper in his ear or lightly blow, he's gonna squeal. He can't. handle. it. Highkey, there are times where his own hair has him squirming.

You and Steve (ler!Steve instantly has Eddie blushing beet red) have a technique. One of you whispers teases in his ear while the other deadass tickles his other ear with his own hair. Rest in peace Eddie AHSJSHJDJR (/j /lh) 💕 He's gonna be red in the face the entire day cause y'all flustered him that badly.

Eddie better hope luck is on his side if he has to sit between you and Steve on a long drive. Nancy's the one driving and Robin gets the passenger seat, so one of you remaining three is getting tickled the entire way. Whoever sits in the middle is done for- You and Steve love ganging up on Eddie when he's been a smartass.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! FUHUHUHUCK! FUHUCK! GEHEHEHET OHOHOFF! BOHOHOTH OHOHOF YOUHOUHOUHOU AHAHABSOLUTELY SUHUHUHUUUUCK!"

Onto the next death spot! His wrists are unbelievably ticklish. If you're holding his hand and your thumb brushes the skin on his wrist, he's gonna flinch and bite back a giggle.

Of course, you notice his reaction and proceed to trace patterns on his wrist while he repeatedly slams his other fist on the table or arm of the couch to cope with how badly it tickles him. He tries so hard to stay composed.

"You alright, Eddie?"

"Mm-hm! P-Peheachy! *AHEM* Just f-fihine- WOAHWOAHWOAHWAHAHAIT! GOHOHOD DAHAHAMMIT, Y/NNNN!"

*cue his voice cracking when he tries to answer you, before he immediately breaks into loud laughter when you opt for blowing a raspberry on his wrist*

Jumping right from the wrists, Eddie's ankles, YES, HIS ANKLES- are a killer ticklish spot. Like one of the worst (best in his case <3) spots for him to get tickled. He's gonna scream like a final girl in a slasher film. 💀

Just make sure you're not in kicking range because Eddie kicks as a genuine reflex. He'd never hurt you on purpose though. In fact, he warned you beforehand that it's an automatic reaction (he's a sweetheart 🥰). So, you've never actually gotten kicked.

Steve on the other hand... He got kicked once and promptly tickled Eddie to bits for it- LMFAO (himbos, these two).

"STEHEHEHEVE! IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID IHI WAHAHAHAS SOHOHOHORRY!"

"All's forgiven! Doesn't mean I'm not gonna tickle the snot outta you, Eddie!"

There's one spot that's worse than his ankles, though. His entire back, but specifically the shoulder blades. Especially if he's got back tattoos (which let's be honest he probably does 👉🏾👈🏾At least I like to think he would 🤧💕). If you tickle his shoulder blades, or the spot where his neck and shoulders meet, he will MELT TO THE DAMN FLOOR.

Other death spots include his knees (Istg those fuckin ripped jeans sucker-punch me into a ler mood 😭 I just wanna make him happy and distract him from all the traumatic shit he's been through) and the backs of his knees, the nape of his neck (also would be deathly if he had a tattoo there- totally not just saying this because I have a tattoo on the back of my neck /s), and the palms of his hands.

Like I said though, Eddie's ticklish everywhere. Those spots just happen to evoke the strongest responses.

To conclude the death spot hcs, every spot where Eddie Munson has a tattoo is MAJORLY ticklish. He's not opposed to soft, affectionate, comforting tickles on his tattoos tho. 👉🏾👈🏾

Or just soft tickles in general. Especially when he's sad. And (Duffer bros willing if he survives volume 2 istg) he'd absolutely need a safe and happy distraction when the memories of Vecna killing Chrissy jump to the front of his mind. Poor sweetheart just wanted to finally graduate and ended up getting traumatized and witch hunted... 🥺

Snuggly and comforting tickles remind him he's safe and now has a group of people who would fight to the death to keep things that way.

*W33d mention here; I will mark the end of the mention with another starred message*

Stoned!Eddie adores tummy tickles. I don't make the rules. 🏃🏽‍♀️He's also a lot more vocal about wanting you to tickle him and gets extra clingy (CUTE AF).

"Y/NNNN~ I... Can you...? I need a giggle. Please?"

You know the grabby hands and the puppy eyes? Yeah, he does those. Especially while baked. Whether you're his friend or his partner, he just really adores you and becomes a snugglebug x50 if he's stoned. (He also becomes an even more flustering tickle monster when he's high- but, perhaps we'll explore that in a future fic)

*End of w33d mention*

I can't make this hc list without talking about Eddie's laughter. Soooo, time to talk about his laughter! 🥴

Rapid. fire. GIGGLES!!! Like the kind that just keep on going with the occasional sharp inhale of air. 😭 It's adorable (You know when Eddie was trying to get the boat motor to start up while being chased by Jason and Patrick? That kind of laugh. But not out of panic).

If you get the right spot, he screeches before cackling loudly. Similar to the kind of cackle he did during the D&D game, except a lot louder and more screechy. It's the kind of laugh that makes you lose it and start laughing too because it's so contagious.

The SNORT! Catch him off guard and he'll full on snort. The first time it happened you just had to pause and squeal over how cute of a sound it is.

Steve is going to wreck Eddie's shit for keeping the snort laugh from y'all for so long. Eddie's gonna half-heartedly plead for you and Robin to save him. You don't. 😇

"It's your fucking fault for not letting us hear this sound sooner, Eddie. You can't just act this cute and expect not to get tickled for it."

And, the SCREAM- I'm talking high pitched, voice-cracking, "you're going to kill me" type scream. And the first time you heard it, you fell over giggling and just about crying because you never would have expected that sound and it was so adorable that you couldn't function.

Eddie 100% glared at you at first but the moment he saw how genuinely geeked and giddy you were about it and that you were laughing because it was THAT CUTE, he started smiling, and then giggling (And 100% set out to get that kind of scream out of you the next time he tickled you 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️).

After Eddie's all tickled out, he gets super timid and shy, but he also craves all the affection possible. So if you're a friend and okay with platonic snuggles and hand holds and hugs, pls give him lots.

If you're his partner, give him lots of kisses while you're cuddling him. Tell him you love him and watch him hide in your shoulder. (Cute cute cute) 🥰

No matter if you're friends or partners, Eddie loves you with all his heart and it means the world to him that you put so much effort and care into making him happy and giggly.

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LER. MOOD. OVERLOAD ABSHHADHDHEJRNB 😭😭😭💕💕💕 Eddie Munson is so effing cute and oh my gawd he deserves to feel happy and giggly and safe. He's the biggest cinnamon roll of season 4 istg. T-T DUFFER BROS, IF YOU KILL HIM I'M SUING /hj

Stay tuned 🥺 I'm preparing a shit ton of fluffy Eddie Munson content to help us all get through whatever hell the Duffer brothers have prepared to put us through with the final two episodes. /gen

Until next time!

~ Ushu 🤍🖤

#lee!eddie munson #ler!reader #eddie munson fluff #sfw tickle headcanons #sfw tickles

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A/N ~ This is sometime in the 2020s. Cars. Coffee makers. Temper-pedic beds. Etc. etc.. I'm still navigating my way through the world of writing and trying to branch out to present/modern day stuff. It's just kinda romantic not to have everything so easily at your disposal, like back in the day. That being said, I'd be a mess without my coffee and my coconut creamer. So, no. I'll stay here. Thanks.

"Beach House Vacay"

CW ~ slight [auditory] voyeurism, implied cheating (but no one actually cheats), oral, p➡️v, general smart assery

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Briefly:

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It was time for the annual gtfo of town summer trip for the Demon Slayer Corp. For obvious reasons, they couldn't all go. Except, last year got kind of screwed up. Everyone but you, Sanemi, and a few others got to go. Even the baby slayers (Zenitzu, Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Inosuke) left. How it's supposed to work is that every other year, names are drawn. Whoever had to stay behind on the previous trip was automatically a shoo-in this summer. So on and so forth.

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This year, it was just you and Sanemi heading out. Oh, you almost forgot, and f/n, the woman he met in a nearby village a couple of months ago. She wasn't driving out with you because she had some things to take care of. But she'd ride out later with the others.

You had no reason to dislike the woman Sanemi was seeing. Everyone was so excited for him to finally be dating. But it pissed you off. Like, in a weird way. Sure, yeah. Whatever, ok. Sanemi is hot. His wild eyes and tousled hair and his ... hands ... his body when he trains. Rain or shine. But you didn't feel that way about him. You've been with the Corp for 2 years. It was your job. There was no time to develop a stupid crush on another slayer. Not that you'd paid him any serious attention.

***

"Y/N! Put your shit in the trunk, and let's go. If we hit traffic, I'm going to be pissed," Sanemi yelled from the garage. He was still bringing his bags out, too. You weren't sure why he was getting on your case. You dragged your suitcases out to the car. Using your hips and legs to maneuver the awkward boxes around, you hoist them into the trunk. "Ok. Let's hit the road!" You're excited about this, as in like feeling a resounding pit in your stomach excited. It was your first time going. It was your first time going, and it was with Sanemi. Maybe that was why?

You sat down in the driver's seat and made some minor adjustments. Sanemi slammed the trunk down and climbed into the back seat. "Ahhh. Ok, go." He looked on at you, deadass. "Dri-vuh!" You could handle this one of two ways: You could drive off and indulge him in the obvious fantasy of him wanting you to be his chauffeur. Or you could yell at him to get his ass in the front because you're no one's driver.

Wanting to set a good tone for the vacation, you decided to play along. "Ho-k, boss. Did you put the directions in the navigation?" He huffed, completely unamused at your stupid little joke in response to his stupid little joke. "You didn't do that shit already? God. Jus– just move. I'm driving." Sanemi muttered something under his breath as he tapped his foot in the gravel, waiting for you to get out.

"I heard you, y'know. I'm sorry I'm not all 'perfect Sanemi's girlfriend'. Has she seen you throw one of your hissy fits? Or do you just reserve those special for the people that have to constantly be around you?" He looked even less interested in what you had to say now than 15 seconds ago. "Whatever," you got into the passenger seat and buckled up. "I can't stand you most of the time anyway."

The music was on but not so loud you couldn't talk over it. Neither one of you had spoken a word since the exchange at the mansion, though. It was driving you crazy keeping so quiet. But it seemed like things were going as planned; light traffic, only 30 minutes until you got to the beach house. Only 32 minutes until you wouldn't be stuck in a small space with each other. You rolled your eyes to your reflection in the window. Yep. Right. On. Schedule.

***LATER***

"I don't care if I am the only one that's going to be in here. I want it. Besides, you and your girlfriend would have quicker access to the beach from the other room. You're welcome!" You slammed the door in his face and began muttering to yourself like a crazy person. "Oh, ohhh I'M SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, and I can do whatever I want because I yell the loudest. Mehh mehhh mehhhh." Turning to put your stuff in the master bath, you stopped short of running right into the very man you had been mocking. "You didn't see this was an adjoining room. Did you, y/n?" Your face turned a deep shade of red that brought out every single freckle. "Well, I ... ffffucking see it now ... don't I? Could you please get out of my room? I'm going to change and then go down to the beach." Sanemi stepped back into his room, and you closed and locked the door after him.

You put your black swimsuit and cut-off shorts on, fill up your water bottle, and head down to the water. Opening the back door, you pushed through onto the wrap-around porch. "This house is incredible," you sigh heavily and step toes first into the soft, warm sand.

The sky was dark, and the air was heavy with humidity. No matter. You were on vacation, and nothing, not even your grumpy housemate, was going to take this from you. The water was 100' or so from the house, and you'd made it about halfway down. "Fffuck I love the be– was, was that lightning?" You took a tiny step backward.

Thunder

Lightning.

More thunder.

More lightning.

Laughter?

Laughter. "That bastard."

Sanemi sat on the porch swing, swaying casually. He raised his glass to you as the torrential rain started to come down. It was so noisy that you could barely hear him, "How's the weather," Sanemi yelled to you. Having a pretty good idea of what he said to you, you raised your arms and shook your head.

"I. Am. Here. For. My. Vacation. He. Will. Not. Ruin. This. For. Me." That would likely become your mantra for the foreseeable future. You took off your shorts, stuck your finger through the belt loop, flung them over your shoulder, and continued walking on the sand.

A few miles out, you decided to turn back. There was a slight drop in the temperature, and you just wanted to get inside. It wasn't cold, per se, but a hot bath sounded nice. You walked at a calm pace most of the way back. It was your time away from the routine of training and slaying. You wanted to sit on your ass for a few days. Life and work would be there when you got home.

The rain had stopped some time ago, and your shorts dried, but you still weren't wearing them. As you approached the house, you could see the huge kitchen window. There were people inside. Food spread out on the table; fruits, an assortment of sushi, and salads. Your stomach rumbled before you had a chance to register how hungry you'd gotten since leaving the mansion. Sanemi didn't stop to eat once on the drive out. Food is for "the weak."

You walked around to find the outdoor washing station, cleaning your hands and dusting your feet on the mat just before stepping into the back hall to the kitchen. The smell of the small banquet hit you like a ton of bricks. You reached for a plate, but a rough hand rested on yours, keeping you from serving the food onto your plate. You knew the hand before you saw the rest of the body it belonged to. "I know you weren't going to grab a plate and stick your nasty ass jellyfish poking, pebble picking up, sandcastle building fingers into all of this food before you washed, right?"

You couldn't help but giggle and tuck your chin down. "Sahh-nehh-mee," you whispered, overstating his name. Closing the space "If you want to hold my hand, all you have to do is ask me, big boy."

You understood why he should be blushing, and he was. But WHY was YOUR face so hot? He didn't shrink away from you like you thought he would. He did, however, press you for an answer. "Well? Did you wash your filthy dirty hands, y/n? I'm not here to become patient zero." Amusing, you thought. "I washed my hands at the sink next to the outdoor shower. Just off the side near the porch swing. Where you sat and made fun of me for getting stuck in the rain. Did you not look around after that? 'Scuse me."

You pushed past him and got a few things to eat, and headed to the master bedroom. "Filthy dirty hands. I'll fucking show you filthy dirty hands. You'll be begging for some antibacterial soap ... Oh ... oh, shit." You flinched as you remembered talking to yourself earlier and how he snuck up on you. Though you locked the door right after telling him to leave.

Just to be sure, you checked it again. It wasn't locked. It was probably someone looking around for an empty room. You told yourself it was that and not the remote possibility it was Sanemi. Because, well, why would he do that?

***

It was 1:34 am. when you looked over at the numbers dimly lit up on the nightstand clock. "I'm not even working and I can't sleep through the night." You had the bad luck of being a light sleeper. It wasn't always like this. Since joining the corp, you're lucky to get 4 or 5 hours on nights when youre home.

Tossing back the light blanket, you lowered your feet to the cool wood floor and followed the muffled noises. They led you to the door separating your room from Sanemi's. And the damn thing was cracked open. "Mm - a-ah, fuck, y/n, yes ... s'tight." Your hand flew up to lay over your mouth. Those noises were not unfamiliar to you. But hearing them fall so sinfully from Sanemi's lips was new to you. "Fff-ungh, oh – oh shi–" his voice became muffled for a moment. His movements were more erratic.

The longer you stood there eavesdropping on his pleasure, the more you were starting to doubt your resolve to hate this man. Surely, you were just feeling lonely and wanting to be touched as well. *Anyone* getting off in the next room, making these lewd noises would elicit these same feelings in you as well. Not necessarily just Sanemi. Right?

You sunk the length of the wall to the floor beside the door and listened to this brazen man sounding just a little vulnerable. "Hah - fuck, yeah ... hard ... ple - y/n, harder ... I ... m'gonna ... ugnnhh ... Oh, fuh— oh fffuck yes."

Your head shot up from his sexy lullaby. "Did ... me? He just said *my* name!" You wanted so badly to sneak over to his room. But the village slut he brought was probably there. "Why did he say my name if she was there, though," you whispered to yourself.

***

The sun woke you up after a few more hours of sleep. You got up and went to the bathroom to erase any sign of dishevelment from your body. A smile slowly crept across your lips as you recalled Sanemi saying your name. "Why not." Putting on some mascara, you skipped downstairs to see what there was for breakfast.

The spread was beautiful. It was a lot like dinner but with breakfast foods. You walked by Sanemi and gave his muscular arm a squeeze on your way to the sink. "I'm washing my hands. Especially for you." He let a small laugh fall from his mouth. "It's appreciated, y/n. No one likes filthy people handling the food."

"Yes, well anyway ... speaking of filthy people handling things, did you hear something around 1:30 this morning? Like, gosh, it sounded like someone was crying or something. Mmm, maybe not crying so much. Well, it sounded like they were jer-" Sanemi put his hands out in front of him to stop you from saying anything else. His face a brilliant red, again.

"NO! NOTHING LIKE THAT, HEH." He practically yelled that at you. If the rest of the people in the house weren't awake yet, they're sure to be now. Your eyes got large, and you leaned over the counter in as playful a way as you could fold yourself into. Your eyes narrowed as you bit your bottom lip. You plan to goad him on until he snaps and confesses his undying love for you – but why do you care? This is Sanemi.

***

There was a knock at the door, and Sanemi went to get it. A sexy and sweet voice purred out an excited greeting to Sanemi. "Hiii youuu. I have arrived." You rolled your eyes and mouthed the words back to no one. "Youuu, ha! You arrre here, all right. Look at that! Heyyyy ... y-you! I, I thought you weren't coming out until the end of the week?" That was the question of the hour. Sanemi looked back at you, and you could see he was feigning excitement. Why was he talking like that? Long drawn-out words were your thing.

"Hi, y/n. Enjoying your vacation so far?" F/n (village girl) asked you. Why did you disapprove of her so much? You smiled, looking at Sanemi and back to her, nodding a lazy yes. "It's beautiful here, I love the beach. Always have." You had to get out of there. You felt guilty that you were upset about her showing up 2 days too early. You felt like after hearing Sanemi say your name in such a way he did, you two were making progress.

"I'm gonna head to my room." A bath would make you feel better, you decided. You poured some salts into the bottom of the tub and ran the water a little hotter than you typically do. And then, you felt a gutsiness bubbling up from your gut. Like a fire that was on the verge of burning out of control.

You walked back to the kitchen where Sanemi and village girl sat, talking and feeding one another. Barf. "'San? I'm getting into the bath now." Village girl whipped her head around and looked at you as if you'd just materialized from a different plane of existence. Her eye twitched. Jesus, why we're you being like this?

Sanemi raised his eyebrows [shut up - he has eyebrows to me] and inhaled sharply, but quietly, so as not to alert his guest that he was sending up a million prayers for a huge gust of ocean air to come in and rip the pink towel away from you. Yes, he believed, they'll never know.

"Uh, heh, yeah. Ok, y/n. Thanks? ... thanks for telling me. We're um, gonna ... be ..." He was trying to form words, but it was an undertaking with you standing there wearing only a towel. Village girl was becoming exasperated, and Sanemi tried to figure out why you thought he needed to know you were taking a bath.

"O-ok, then. That's where I'll be. If, I mean, if you need me for anything. That's, that's where I'll be." You tilted your head to the right a little and smiled the sweetest smile at the both of them and swung around on your heels. Ew. Ok, who the fuck was THAT just now. And why, why, whyyy am I behaving like this? To Sanemi, of all people. I don't even like him. Reign it in, y/n, you thought to yourself as you headed to the hot bathtub. You're being icky. And over him. You let out a sigh of pleasure and slight pain as the hot water enveloped your body. You sat in there for an hour. Refilled the tub 3 times. But no one came knocking on your master bathroom door.

***

You awoke to the sound of laughter. "You, sir, are a fucking cheater!" Village girl accused Sanemi. "HOW! How could anyone cheat at this!?" He sounded like he was having fun. But for some reason, that just made you feel more isolated. If that miserable ass can have fun, why can't you?

You made your way down the dark staircase. Not acknowledging anyone, you went outside and sat down on the banister. It had started to rain again. The sun set not long ago. But any sign of light was strangled out by the heavy clouds.

You heard the door open, and you pinched your eyes closed, praying it was Sanemi coming out. "Hey hey, are you ok? Um, I have something kind of awkward I think I should say to you. I'm sorry, but ... uh, well, you–" You jumped down from the railing and got closer to her, trying to come off as chill as possible. Even though you're well known for not having any chill at all. "I'm jus' here for vacation. Nothin' else. I'm not a fan of drama or lovers' quarrels. I don't care what you and San–" You stopped yourself as you noticed a little bit of blood where you were sitting. "Awww, mother of shit." Village girl nodded and handed you a small plastic-wrapped square. "The last thing I wanted to do was make a scene in there. Or make you uncomfortable. Because we don't know each other very well. And," she looked around, trying to find something new to focus on. So you spoke for her instead. "Because it's generally just an awkward thing to say to a stranger. No, I get it. I appreciate you telling me. Thank you ... erm ..." God. You ran off upstairs and shouted Thank you over your shoulder.

You took your shorts and panties off and began to rinse them out in the tub. The stain wasn't nearly as bad as you thought it would be. "It had to be this pair. Goddamn it. Why does it always have to be the cute pair." You hung things up to dry and dressed again and went back down for dinner.

Village girl was the first to see you standing at the door, but you didn't notice her smiling at you. "What's on the menu," you asked Sanemi, mostly. He pointed and described the different dishes and handed you a plate only to pull it back just as fast. "Ah! Your hands clean?" Smirking, you flipped him off with both of them. "Clean enough for ya?"

You all ate dinner together and talked about missions you'd been on. Missions you wish you hadn't gone on. Who your favorite hashira were. There wasn't, however, talking about your least favorite. It just wasn't that kind of night. It was a night and a space full of warmth. Of happiness. And hell, even love. Any kind. It just resonated throughout the house.

"Help me with the dishes, shit hands." You continued to talk with one of the kakushi. Genuinely enjoying yourself for the first time in ages. "Hey! Shit hands." Turning your head to see who Sanemi was addressing as such. You felt bad for them being given one of his terrible nicknames. "Yeah you, y/n. Help me with clearing the table and doing the dishes." You glared and walked across the room to him. Jabbing two fingers into his ribs, you said, "You're going to have to do better than shit hands," You lowered your voice and narrowed your eyes until they were tiny slits on your face. "Big boy."

It took about 30 minutes to get everything straightened up, washed and dried, and put away. The two of you splashing at one another didn't do much to speed up the process because you had to mop up the floor. But you were happy with how nice the place looked again. You sat down at the kitchen island and began mindlessly playing with your hair and mindlessly rubbing the side of your neck.

"I'm so fucking bored!" Sanemi whined as he paced behind you. The manic energy radiating from his body was tangible. You'd give almost anything to be the one to entertain him. For him to touch your skin. You shook your head, not this again, you thought, trying to warn your future self out of the thoughts to come.

Yep, y/n, this again, you succumbed to the fantasy. Your eyes involuntarily rolled back some as you imagined him pressing his hard cock into your back, pressing his lips to the outer lining of your ear and telling you all of the disgusting shit he'd do to do you.

His lips are on your ear.

His hot breath is on your ear.

His words.

You couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd whisper to you. This was one hell of a little fantasy. You could almost feel him.

Sanemi's lips grazed the side of your ear. "Huh? Wh– shit! Sanemi! What are you doing?" You got up from the barstool you sat on and backed away like you were the guilty party. "I said, hello? Earth to y/n? You looked like you needed CPR. Your eyes rolled back for a second," he laughed. "Heh ... yeah. No! I mean no! CPR is not what I need right now. I was," You took an unusually large deep breath, "momentarily and ridiculously turned – N-nothing." You choke out. "Turned ... stupid. I just went dumb for a minute."

Sanemi didn't buy your lies for a second. The way your body reacted to him. To the most subtle touch of his lips to your warm skin. He had this leverage over people. He had leverage over you. "Oh, ok. Well, whatever. I'm turning – We're turning ... in. So, goodnight. Shit hands." He said to you, looking almost saddened by his departure. Even though it was just upstairs. He didn't look like he wanted to leave you behind.

You wanted to scream at him not to go to bed with her, to stay with you. Because how could she ever keep up with him? She didn't understand the life you two led. The sacrifices that you've all had to make.

But you didn't tell him these things. You couldn't. It was unfair to village girl. It was unfair to Sanemi, and it was baffling to you where this sudden rush of feelings came from. Somewhere between the car ride from the mansion and here, you had started falling for the jerk. Unless what if it was sooner and you just needed time away to confirm it? You knew you had to either start dismissing these feelings altogether or give in.

Neither was an appealing option to you. So you did all you knew to do that would keep things status quo. "Goodnight, big boy," You mouthed and smiled sweetly at Sanemi. Watching him be dragged up the stairs into the darkness by another woman.

***

"All I'm– all I'm saying is you two seem to have an ... unusual dynamic. That's all. I wasn't suggesting anything." Village girl was talking to Sanemi, and you could hear every stinking word of it. It made you wonder why he chose the room next to yours. You did force him out of the master bedroom. But there were 6 other rooms he could have just as easily taken. It didn't have to be *right* next to you.

On tiptoes, you made your way to the door, separating the rooms to make sure it was locked– again. The last thing you needed was village girl sneaking over and killing you in your sleep. You snorted out a laugh. "As if she could," you assured yourself. You attempted to talk yourself out of staying there at the door, hearing their intimate conversation. This was *none* of your business. But there was a gross part of you that needed to know what was being said. They were talking about you. If you were told about this later, it wouldnt be the same. Things get lost in translation.

Hearing it firsthand was the only way you could be satisfied. With that, you decided that was justification enough. "Just tell me what you're getting at here," Sanemi said rather loudly. He always either got too loud or very, very quiet when he was arguing. You learned from countless run-ins with him that when he got quiet is when it was time to reassess your reasons for arguing with him in the first place.

"You wanna know what I'm thinking? You really wanna know? Because what I'm thinking is going to change things between us, Sanemi." You heard footsteps, fabric rustling, and the bed creaking slightly under someone's weight. "What I think is ... well, I think that y/n ..." Village girl was losing her nerve. You knew that strained sound in her voice. It was hard to be the one to point out the obvious. Especially if that was going to drive the object of your affection into someone else's arms.

"Look, I'm tired. Can we go to sleep and talk about this tomorrow? After a good night's rest, hm?" Sanemi was asking in his nice voice. Village girl said something too faint for you to catch, and then there was silence.

You brushed your teeth, climbed into your large and empty but comfortable bed, and tossed and turned for the rest of the night.

***

Morning came without the filter you prayed for the night before. "Ugh. This fucking sun." You rolled out of bed and fumbled blindly down the stairs. Sanemi was sitting alone in the kitchen, staring at a kraft paper colored envelope in his hands at the breakfast bar. "Hey. Mornin'. Did you save me any coffee?" He only looked at you after you said something to him.

"Whoa, man. You look a little rough around the edges." He glanced up at you as you made your toward him. His white hair and scarred face look somehow softer to you in this morning's light. "Are you ok? Where's village gi-" You stopped yourself from finishing that question. He hated when you called her that and never understood why you were so uncompromising about your determination to not know her name. "Sorry. Where's f/n?"

He handed you the envelope. You opened it and pulled out the folded piece of paper. It was a handwritten letter. Addressed to him.

● "Sanemi, The short time we were together was some of the best times I have ever shared with another human being. Unfortunately, that's where you and I will always differ. I am a run-of-the-mill woman, and you are a well above-average man. DO NOT get me wrong, I'm not saying you're better than me. Not by a long shot, ha! You have such a gentle soul, and there will always be a space reserved for you in my heart. But I was kidding myself when I thought that's where YOUR heart wanted to be. I see how you look at y/n. You light up when her name is mentioned. You practically float when she is in the same room as you. I am not willing to sit by and listen to you two lovingly insult one another. Though I'd give up so much to have you call me something as affectionate as Shit Hands and mean it. I know deep down you two should explore this and see where it takes you both. At least *try*, Sanemi. Of all the people I've met in my life, I believe you are one of them who truly deserve happiness. You have some parts, as most of us do, that are irrevocably damaged. Maybe y/n can help heal where I wasn't even able to stop the bleeding.

Please, please take care of yourself.

F/N

A.K.A.★Village Girl★

P.S. I know that's what y/n calls me. It's ok.

"Oh shit, Sanemi ... I, I'm so sorry. Can, can I do anything—" He was walking towards you before you could even finish your pitiful and forced condolence rambles. You were sad for him. It's not like you were a completely heartless monster.

"What did you say to her the night you two were on the porch?" He was close to you. So close you wish you'd brushed your teeth or, at the very least, rinsed with mouthwash. He'd backed you against the fridge, his left hand pressed into the cool metal. "Tell me. What you. Said. Y/n."

Did you say anything to her? You couldn't remember anything when Sanemi was this close to you. If he hadn't just said your name a second ago, you'd probably forget that, too. "I, I don't think that I said anything out of the ordinary confines of casual conversation. No!" He glared at you. "I didn't. I didn't say anything that would be construed as impolite. Why are you trying to pin this on me!"

Sanemi slammed both of his hands on the fridge, making you flinch and causing it to rock back and hit the wall. "I'm NOT *trying* to pin anything on you. I just, how the fuck ... how the fuck did she know?" You opened your eyes and peeked at him, mindful not to stare for too long. Sometimes, he was like an animal you should avoid prolonged eye contact with. "How'd she know? How'd she know what?" You knew what he was talking about. But you needed too hear him acknowledge this elephant in the beach house.

Sanemi sighed and lowered his face to your shoulder, letting it rest there. His arms are still caging you in against the fridge. "Um, hey," you peeped, "Are you going to be ok?" He let out some sort of strained noise. Your body got so heavy and hot when you realized it was nearly identical to the noises you heard him making a few nights back.

Your chest rose and fell at unnatural intervals as your breath quickened. He was so close, but you still felt like there was infinite space between you. Lifting your hands slowly, so you didn't startle Sanemi out of whatever trance he was in, you put your palms flat against his chest.

You could feel his whole body beating. He began to nuzzle his face into your neck. Inhaling deeply, he dragged his bottom lip up to your earlobe. "Sanemi ..." You managed, a bit starved for oxygen from holding your breath if you're being honest. "Mmhmm?" He responded, leaning down more to kiss your reddened cheek.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. You were still in the clothes you slept in; a camisole and some thin shorts. What there was to see and touch on your body was not much of a secret. Sanemi had planned to use your lack of coverage to his advantage.

He ran his hands up under your cami and dug his fingertips into the heated skin of your back. He wasn't leaving a spot of your neck untouched with his lips. He brought you up around his waist and headed for the stairs. Within seconds, the two of you were at the entrance to your room.

He got you to the cal king bed and set you down on top of the messy blankets. Resting on his knees, he took his shirt off, exposing his scarred and beautiful chest before pushing your tiny top up.

He fell onto your chest. Licking and biting at your still-sensitive nipples. Grabbing and kneading at the pliant skin of your tits. Your breathing was becoming uncontrolled. It feels good to let yourself fall to utter abandon. It feels good to have Sanemi on top of you. Touching you in the ways you most wanted to be touched.

You could feel every inch of his dick pressing against your hot cunt through the skimpy fabric. The outline of his tip brushing your entrance was driving you mad. You locked eyes as he rolled his hips into you, making space between your plush thighs like you were now a piece of property he owned.

"You wa-, you want me to fuck you, y/n?" Your back arched at his words. "Mmhmm, yes, yes! 'Ver since I heard you cum and say my name the other night."

He slowed for a moment, a sheepish look spread over his face. "Oh, huh. I got carried away that night. You were so difficult on the ride here I had to ..." His attention waned, and his eyes glossed over a little. "I did unspeakable things to you in my head." You raised your hips to angle him at you better.

"Oh? Like what?" You propped yourself up on your elbows. He smiled a rather sinister flash of his white teeth and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down closer to him. Sanemi put most of his weight behind the kiss he just gave you. Pressing you into the bed.

Your pussy clenched at the wild feeling of his tongue darting in and out of your mouth. "God. I want you inside of me, Sanemi. Take your fucking pants off." You both moved at a frenzied pace. Unable to remove the clothing fast enough that kept your pleasure just out of reach.

Sanemi got his pants off and threw them aside. Then he was before you, his cock stood against his abdomen, the head already leaking precum. You fell at him with an open mouth. "Tchh-ahh. You wanna suck my cock like the little bitch I know you are." You moaned at his words and hollowed out your cheeks with just his tip in your mouth. His head rolled back, and he exhaled an animalistic growl and put his hands on the back of your head to set his pace.

"Hah – m'gonna, unghh ... ffff–" You licked Sanemi's length, swirling your tongue over his swollen tip once more before he laid you down on your back. You smiled at him. "You gonna teach me a lesson now, big boy?"

"You are really fucking asking for it, y/n. Sanemi plied apart your knees to lay them flat on the bed and buried his face in your pussy. Licking over your clit until you were about to cum but pulling his mouth off of you when you bucked up against his face too much. "Fuck, Sanemi." Your hands found their way to the back of his head and you tried shoving it back down. But he replaced his mouth with 2 rough fingers. Knowingly massaging your walls in every direction. "You're gettin' ahead of yourself, shit hands." You threw your head back laughing, "Don't call me that right now! Gross!"

You were so wet around his fingers. He stopped touching your pussy and wrapped his large hand around his cock, pumping himself furiously while he licked the inside of your thigh with the tip of his tongue. "Fuck me, Sanemi. Please, I want to feel you inside of me. I'm so close, please."

He spit on your soaked cunt and pressed the bulky head of his cock just inside of you. "Ah ... Oh Jesus, S'nemi. More... All of it. Go all the way in." Your head fell back and you started to rub and pinch at your nipples. "You're not going to cum until I fucking say you're gonna cum. Do you understand, y/n? You won't walk for a week if you cum before I say you can. Fuckin' got it, my pretty little slut?"

You looked at him with wide honey-brown eyes. Like a deer about to be hit by a train. "Y-yes. I won't cum until you say that I can."

Satisfied with your answer he rocked his hips into your burning center. You were on the edge of insanity trying to hold back the tsunami of pleasure that was threatening to fall over you. "Oh, oh fff-fuck, Sanemi! I, I'm ..." You were a gentle brush of your swollen clit away from cumming all over him. "S'nemi, fucking se–seriously. Oh god!"

He pulled out of you and began spreading you open, fingering your hole. You began to grind into his hand to keep riding out the high you were about to fall from. "Ahh ahh ahhh, sweetheart. You heard what I said. Not until I tell you."

You reached out to him and brought his face close to yours. He kissed you on your lips and then down your jawline to your neck. Grabbing your wrists, he held them down above your head and ran his tongue over your nipples. Biting and sucking on them until they were an even deeper shade of pink. Slightly bruising them to fuel his satisfaction and desire.

You scooted down farther so you could rub on his thigh. You'd been holding on to this for far too long. He pressed his leg into your wet warmth, making sure to miss the neediest spot on you. "You wanna cum sugar tits? I think ... that I ... might eat you out for a while. But don't cum ...."

"M-mm-hmm, oh, ok. Ok." Your brain was turning to mush. Sanemi trailed his tongue between your breasts and around your belly button down to your achingly empty pussy. "Sanemi, pl-please ..."

He stuck his fingers in your mouth, "Suck." You did as you were told, hoping to get into his good graces. Hoping he'd give you the go-ahead to release this fucking pent-up energy. Pulling his slobbered fingers from your mouth, he slipped them between your slick folds. With his tongue, he dragged fat lines up and down your lower belly.

"Do you, y/n, think I should be nice now and give you what you want? You have been fairly well-behaved today. You might have earned it."

Sanemi propped up all of the pillows on the bed and laid back on them. "C'mere." You crawled over to him and sat, straddling his upper leg. He reached out and started grazing your chest with his fingertips.

You started to rub your cunt greedily on his leg and played with his balls, letting your head lay back. Sanemi's hands wrapped around your waist and slid down to cup your ass. He pulled you over on top of him so you hovered just above his lap. "Sit on it. Slowly."

You lowered yourself down carefully, noticing the way he stretched you and filled you up. But you couldn't go slow for long. He'd teased you and fucked with you for so long that you just couldn't behave anymore.

"Y/n, fuck, my god, mmuhh ..." You bounced up and down on his hard cock, your clit rubbing at his public bone. Your body clenched around him and sucked him in in a way he thought he'd died and gone to the afterlife. He took your right tit in his left hand and rolled it around. His right hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him as you went up and down faster and faster.

The relief was so much closer than you anticipated. He felt so good sliding in and out of you. "Hoh- fuck, Sanemi, you're so big." You leaned forward and began kissing him while your cunt pulled him into you even more. Kissing him was taking this to a whole new level of arousal.

"O-ok, okokok. You can cum - you can cum now, y/n. Fuck- fucking I'm g'na, Hah...." His hips rose to meet with each drop of your body. He pulled you close, his hands on your ass. He wasn't guiding you but going along with you. Anticipating your movements.

He lay back onto the stacked pillows and you fell forward onto his chest. Grinding onto him faster and faster until your orgasm washes over you wave after wave after wave.

Sanemi flips you over so he's on top of you now. He pounds into you with an intensity you never imagined feasible. "That's right, sweetheart." He brings your knees up to your chest and prods into you. His balls slap into your ass, sending vibrations throughout your body and clapping noises into the room.

He watched closely where your bodies met and where he continually disappeared into you. The familiar white ring at the base of his cock from your cum mixture sends him over the edge. "Oh shh- shit y/n. Fucking shhitt. That's a good girl. Fuck. You're s'fuckin' tight and wet for me."

He collapsed a wet shaking heap on top of you. You could feel the last few jerks of his cock as he stopped cumming inside of you and he came back down. His full body weight on you.

He started snoring.

"Sane– Sanemi? Un-fucking-belie-" You couldn't believe that after that, he passed out on top of you! Laughing to yourself, you began to struggle under his relentless frame. Grunting and shoving, trying to get out of his trap.

He chuckled, "Do you really think I'd just drop out like that?" Rolling over to one side of the bed, he gave you leeway to get comfortable next to him. "These sheets ... should we wash them before we go home tomorrow?" You blushed. You, mostly, were the reason they'd become so soiled.

"They said to leave everything and they'd take care of it after we leave." You reached out and brushed away the hair stuck to his forehead and smiled at him. "So, uh, when do you want to leave?" You were sad the days had gone by so quickly. But still, really happy to be here.

Sanemi lay back on the messy pile of pillows and pulled you over to him. "What's the hurry, sweetheart? By my count, we don't have to be out of here until 12:01 am. tomorrow night. "I'm just getting started with you, and I'm nowhere near done.

He pulled you over atop his lap and kissed you softly. You let out the slightest little sound, goddamn it, if that sweet kiss didn't turn you on all over again. You wrapped your arms loosely over his shoulders and gave him a moment to figure out what you wanted.

Sanemi tucked his hands up under your legs and pulled you up higher on his chest, nibbling on the inside of your thighs. "Sit on my face and let me eat. Then I'll feed you, we'll shower, and eventually figure out how to explain this to everyone when we get home. Or, now hear me out, we could just send them a video."

You both laughed at how you thought each of them would react. And you made the video, anyway. But that was just for the two of you.

#demon slayer #sanemi x you #sanemi shinaguzawa #kny smut #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader #x yn #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #beach #beach house #vacation #vacation smut #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x yn au #sanemi au

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years

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‘Blue Velvet’ 3

doctor strange x exoticdancer!fem! reader

i deadass just shattered the guy that has a crush on me’s heart over text 💀 the fact that he was one of my best friends too bruh i feel so bad and i’ve just ruined everything. WHY CANT I COMMIT TO SHIT.

anyways rant over, while being a heartless bitch i was writing this dogwater fic. enjoy

You both scurried out of the club. Stephen flailing you to his car in a swift daze as his mind grew more paranoid by every passing second. You were thankful you had enough time to grab your bag and that you had brought your thick trench coat with you to hide your modesty through the winter bitten air but your 'Cum Slut' shoes were still very much visible to the naked eye which made you cringe a little.

Without thinking, he planted his scarred hand to the small of your back in order to lead you to his car. You shivered a little at such a small yet sweet action. Even though you were still convinced he wasn't telling the full truth, that maybe eveb he was trying to assassinate you. But you bit your tongue, you are not as defenceless as others may deem you to be, Stephen even got a taste of that. He opened the car door for you erratically and ushered you in and then seating himself.

‘Can't you portal places or something?* You asked judgementally.

‘Yeah, cause an orange hole in the fabric of reality is a great way to hide my identity.‘ He scoffed with his voice laced in sarcasm; leaving a bitter aroma in you.

As Stephen closed the car door, he was immediately engulfed in the scent of you and it was vastly distracting, your buttery disposition was wafting through the air, almost angelic with a deep tang. It was delicious. He tried to erase the thoughts that were shaking up his mind, now wasn't the time for distractions and you were one hell of a distraction.

He plunged his key into the car and switched the gear without a second thought, he began racing through the highways, zooming through the dimly lit streets. It was like an adrenaline kick, maybe he actually did want you dead? Maybe in an 'accidental' car accident. Stephen knew he shouldn’t be so reckless driving considering it was the way his hands literally got crushed but it was as if all of his inhibitions flew out of the window. Before you could even register and flesh out the details of that theory, the car stopped suddenly as Stephen announced that you had both arrived.

Again, he flung both of you out just as you arrived to wherever you both are right now. You thought maybe there were men waiting inside, ready to hurt you. You instantly backed away as Strange stepped up onto the stone stairs, hesitating as he found that you were stationary.

‘Look, this is the Sanctum Santorum. It's my house, I promise no one is here to hurt you. No one. Here, l'Il show you.' He sounded sincere but you still weren't convinced.

He took his sling ring out of his pocket and created a small portal so no one could truly ogle. You peered through and saw the contents of the halls and his bedroom. It was sound silent; he was telling you the truth. You pondered it.

'Okay.' You whispered up at him, following him up the stairs and admiring the architectural stone in the process.

Stephen leads you into the sleek beautiful foyer and you noticed the artifact adorned walls and the gold finery. Silence entered the atmosphere as he didn't let you explore his mansion of a house, probably because he's scared that you would break a sacred relic. The whole place seemed like a museum, priceless. He halted in his tracks, leaving you a confused and an uncoordinated mess.

'Do you need to clean yourself up or something, clothes to get you comfortable? I doubt a trench coat is the epitome of nightwear.' He flustered slightly as he felt a pinprick of his heartbeat in his thumb. It was weird because he paints on a stoic front, confident but it felt like a small voice in the back of his head was telling him otherwise.

"But the stuff under it is.' You replied without thinking, tongue always in survival mode or seducing some john for some stacks. Sometimes you felt awkward just having a normal conversation with a normal civilized person, even though the person you are conversing with right now is not the poster child for"normal.' His name is literally 'Strange.' Sensing, you may have affected the surrounding atmosphere, you stumbled over your words in attempt to save your fleeting dignity.

‘Uhm. Well, I have clothes but they're neither comfortable nor suitable to sleep in. Unless you think a mini skirt, or a tube top is fine.' You chided, letting out a stiff laugh at the awkwardness of sharing such a thing with a stranger, let alone with an Avenger. Why were you acting like this? So nervous for no fucking reason. He let out a small smirk at your new found timidness, he wasn't really expecting it considering your little temper tantrum from tonight.

"My house isn't a runway so do whatever.' He snickered lowly as he led you to what you assumed would be his room. A small smile appeared on your face at his remark, making you feel a little safer and more comfortable in his presence and the whole unusual situation in a nutshell.

‘You know you still could be a serial killer for all I know. Or better yet my own personal magic assassin.' You jest even though it could all be a secret truth.

'In hindsight, you just did what you were told for your job and now a total stranger wants to kill you and a total stranger wants to save you.’

'I'm not a damsel constantly in distress, saving is something I don't need from you. I'm accepting it because it's convenient, I mean God knows what'll happen to me in my own home so I might as well accept the hospitality of a playboy millionaire and his mansion.’ Your quick wit is something new and refreshing to Stephen, he's known you for a few hours and it's like you've exposed everything to him yet nothing at the same time. The combination was mind boggling.

He opens the ancient, antique yet surprisingly clean door to his room allowing you to enter as he momentarily brushed a large hand on the small of your back. You shivered at the contact, a small blip appearing in his eyes at what he just observed. Maybe you were cold, maybe you felt a shiver of…_disgust? Maybe it was him. Did he do something wrong? He was unsure and pondered it for as long as you remark the state of the room

Stephen's room was nothing short of glamorous; priceless renaissance paintings littered the pillared walls as you revelled in the sight of multiple sacred treasures and museum pieces. His bed was large regal and it looked like something you could pass out on. Something that would be good for a…flavoursome night, maybe. You kicked yourself for thinking such an absurd thing, it was such an unexpected thought about something so random.

'Playboy? No way. Millionaire? Not quite.’ He quipped, a half-smile plastered on his face. He saw the slight beam in your eye and the quirk of your dimple as you smiled, eyes crinkling as you smiled.

"Billionaire? My lucky day. I'll rob you once we're done here.‘ You stifle a snicker at your crude reply.

"Isn't that what you do for a job?' He didn't think twice before he commented on your line of work, you were initially insulted and had every right to be at such an invasion. His arrogance, once again doing what it doesbest, propelling people away.

‘I don't have to. Asshole.‘ Your change in tone and energy was jarring as you scurried to his en suite bathroom that extended out of his room, slamming the door shut. The modicum of privacy you've been craving for the past few days.

Stephen let out a sigh of annoyance at his demeanour and this whole tense scene in general. He shook off his suit blazer and hung it on the back of the velvet padded antique chair that was nestled in the corner of the room. He popped the first two buttons of his suit shirt, trying to pan out this whole night. As he was doing that, you were having a mare in the bathroom. The interior designer for this place was talented as hell, the mirror was bronze emitting extending swirls, the basin porcelain glazed; it was pretty to look at.

You on the other hand were not pretty to look at right now, your hair was dishevelled as your makeup was melting into your skin. This thick trench coat was claustrophobic to be around let alone be in, you clipped it off and hung it on the radiator; you felt a sense of impending doom as you threw your bag onto the countertop. You turned on the faucet and attempted to wash your face to take offthe caked makeup. To your surprise, it came off pretty easily and left you bare faced and clean. You felt that your outfit wasn't really doing its job, sheer lingerie, overpriced in packaging and its imagery but not making you feel good. Probably because you've been wearing these kinds of things on such a daily basis that it's lost its spark. You felt a longing for that excitement you used to feel when putting on such raunchy finery, a little heat blush at your cheeks was something you craved. A feel of naughtiness. Kicking your heels off and peeling off your stockings and throwing them in your bag, you scanned the room for something to wear on top of this, your eyes landed on a crisp white suit shirt that was strewn atop of the crisp white towels. Jesus, this man. The suit shirt was long enough to cover your modesty as it hit mid-thigh, you thought it didn't really matter considering that this was one night. You inhaled deeply and you got a strong hit of the scent that Stephen covered his shirt in. It smelled dark and rich. Layers of cedarwood and coffee melting within each other sprinkled with a zest of citrus. It was charming, the work of something only he could afford.

You dreaded opening that door to be greeted with such a sour and arrogant man, you've dealt with worse when it comes to men, but this just riled you up even more. This know-it-all attitude: money and prestige can take you to fucking space if anyone let it get to their head. A prolonged breath exited you as your hand wrapped around the door handle, opening it swiftly. Stephen was pouring you and himself a well needed whiskey until he turned his head to find you standing there…wearing nothing but his shirt. He thought you looked effortlessly beautiful, something no one could ever deny. His eyebrows and eyes lost its natural crease and switched wideopen when he analysed you in all your glory

"I need that.' Padding barefoot towards him, he felt like he was being stalked by you, grasping the glass out of his hand and downing the drink like it was nothing.

‘You didn't spike this, did you?' You played. Stephen was finding it difficult to find the words to even interact with you, he was gawking now and looked like a pathetic idiot. He established back to himself as he shook off his nerves. You were so close to him; how couldn't he be nervous?

"IfI wanted you dead, you'd be dead right now sweetie.’ Stephen's patronising tone made your eyebrows knit into a tight 'v.’

"So, what's your plan with me, Strange?‘ You huffed, trying to flesh out this genius plan on how he was going to 'save' you. You couldn't help but laugh. Out of habit, you licked at your top teeth.

Stephen could easily portal you to Hawaii or any other tropical climate of your choice, wherever you wanted to go but he couldn't help but let his selfishness seep through him right now. Even though, your life was literally on the line, it was also literally on his hands and his arrogance was likely to play a hand in all of this; he could feel it. His once clear consciousness and mind was now buzzing, he wanted just a little more time with you. Know you, the real you beneath the layers of the man eater and the coy spoiled princess you've forced yourself to be due to your line of work. He was willing to risk that, risk your life for a few more hours. Stephen felt like a perverted stalker, he barely knows you yet here you are clouding his judgement like a fog, probably because of your prolonged experiences with men and the way you can wrap them around your little finger and mess around with them like voodoo dolls.

‘This is probably all a shock to you right now, so you should stay the night just in case. Under my protection. And then I can sort all of this out tomorrow, I'm exhausted.’ You thought the way he talked was sincere, alluring. The man before you was proving to you that he was profound, and it warmed up your chest and tickled you pink for a passing moment.

Stephen ran his fingers through his hair, and you could view the thinned scars with more inspection at such a close proximity, your mind began to whirr and speculate what had happened to make his hands this way. You contemplated asking but you didn't want to overstep.

‘…Protection.’ You trailed off whilst looking at him with dim eyes. All you wanted was someone to care for you so deeply that they felt obligated to protect you, this day was so messed up.

‘So can't you like 'magic' up another bed for me to sleep on?'

"If I could 'magic' just about anything, I'd magic myself to be a billionaire. You take the bed; I'll take the floor.' He downed the drink in his hand and the burn it left down his throat was delectable.

"Don't you have a thousand-dollar antique couch you can sleep on around here or something? Or is it too 'sacred'?' You quipped with a plush smirk on your lips, he thought your lips were plump…kissable. Shit, he shook the thought out of his head effective immediately.

'I'm not risking an antique for my own comfort.' That statement told you all you needed to know; he was selfless yet materialistic. Or was there more to him than meets the eye? You've felt an odd sensation trill though you ever since he planted his hand on the small of your back. You've never been touched as tenderly before and you really appreciated that soft quality about that moment, but ever since then he's switched from that calloused, arrogant personality to someone who seems sincere as if they cared, you always seem to draw a blank at who he really is and what his intentions are.

Your eyes flicked to his lips, and you were sure he didn't notice but he did, of course he did.

"It's late.' You whispered as you handed him your glass and flopped yourself onto the bed, Stephen let out a dry chuckle at your ministrations.

You crawled under the thickness of the covers and positioned the pillow to your comfort, as you did you examined the contents of his bedside table. There's a lot to tell about an Avenger by their bedside table. It was decorated with a multitude of classic literature, his sling ring and an old timey alarm clock. Interesting.

Stephen entered the bathroom, locked the door and you couldn't help but wonder about what he was doing. What he was wearing. You didn't like the way you were feeling.

Right at the split second you tossed and turned to face the bathroom door, he quickly exited the bathroom wearing nothing but low-slung grey sweatpants and nothing else. Your eyes were as wide as saucepans before you quickly threw yourself the other way in order not to face him. In the quick shot glance, you looked at him, you observed that his torso was thick, rippling and every muscle was stretched in its full making it look like he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself, the loose strands of hair that was sticking onto his forehead made his grey streaks look that much more…attractive.

I'm not that scary.' He was laughing at you. Prick.

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part of me just wants to post this fic in its entirety

#dr stephen strange #stephen strange smut #dr strange fluff #dr strange angst #stephen strange #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n

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loose-and-goose · 1 year

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“Mom and Dad are getting divorced.”

Monty’s eyebrows flew up to his hairline. He pulled the blunt away from his lips, pulled the phone in closer to his ear. “No shit?”

“I’m deadass.” Ty replied.

Monty was glad Ty had advised him to take a seat at the start of this call, and glad that he was states away from anyone that might have been pissed off by his budding smile.

“Finally.”

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Ty’s funeral happened over winter break, so Montell didn’t have to take time off from school. Which was good, because he was going into his last semester at university and that would have been a shit time to start flaking out on classes.

The funeral was weird. Almost everyone present was older than the person who was dead. They were gonna make Monty talk. There wasn’t a body, since their parents had had Ty cremated. And, Tyrell was there.

How are you even supposed to mourn somebody that won’t go away? As he read through the obituary, Monty kept glancing up. All the attendees would later talk up his public speaking skills. Really, he couldn’t stop looking at the first pew, eyes jumping between his father, his mother, and his dead brother seated between them. It didn’t matter that Monty had already been home for a few days, had watched his brother drifting between the kitchen and the den. No amount of exposure was going to make this any less weird. Ever.

When the funeral and repast were over, they all piled into the car like always. Dad driving, mom in the passenger seat, Ty in the right back seat, Monty on the left.

They rode in dead silence.

#here;s this idea i had that i am thinking could be a short story but i have no clue how to write #the scenario came to me in a dream. sigh #i just have nooo idea how to write this i know how it is going to end but i need to figure so much out #and i also dont know what needs to happen in the middle #also this is kind of fun because i stole these character names from Porq!!! Ty and Monty my babies!!!#Completely different characters now and Ty's name was originally Tyrese but shhhh #anyway in my mind im like. WRITE SOMETHING YOU CAN MARKET WRITE SOMETHING THAT FITS A GENRE #and in my mind this story is meant to be afrosurrealist. but i have so little experience with afrosurrealism!#ive seen Dope and Sorry to Bother You and of course Get Out and like 2 eps of Atlanta #but that's all I got like UGGHHH now I have to read Toni Morrison and Octavia Butler HEAD IN HANDS #and much less do I know how short stories work. Pacing??? Hello?

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tempportal · 2 years

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all thoughts on S3 that directly pertain to Five (putting under a read-more because it’s kinda long):

NEGATIVES:

- highkey love the return of Dolores, and the Fivelores reunion, even if it is just a fever dream. hate the fact that it’s used purely to make fun of Five for falling in love with a piece of plastic like that wasn’t the only vaguely humanoid thing left on earth for forty-five fucking years.

- Five reaches his conclusion that the Sparrow timeline is safe and the apocalypse is officially off far too quickly for a man who’s devoted literally his entire life to the preservation of the world. by his own admission, he’s been “holding [his] breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop” ever since he got back home, but his behavior here doesn’t reflect that. he acclimates to the apocalypse-free life quickly and happily and with nary a second thought. shouldn’t he struggle with the fact that his sole purpose in life is gone, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself now that the whole world doesn’t need saving?? you know, like he did in S1? he never actually dealt with that issue -- he just shelved it when it became clear that the apocalypse wasn’t over.

- and on a topic vaguely adjacent to that, shouldn’t he be super skeptical about all this?? so far, every time it looks like the world is finally safe, Five refuses to believe it, and so far, his doubts have been consistently rewarded with yet another catastrophe right on the heels of the last one. shouldn’t he be even more suspicious of this sudden, easy, uncomplicated end to all their problems?? shouldn’t he even be more convinced that another doomsday is just around the corner?? shouldn’t he even be more focused on correcting the timeline and getting his family back home?

- Five expresses absolutely no remorse or regret over the loss of Claire, simply shrugging off her nonexistence as one of the many risks of time travel, which... doesn’t tally at all with his character in S1, who told Allison that he’d like to live long enough to meet his niece, and promised her that their mission to stop the apocalypse would save her daughter’s life. Five’s devoted and all-consuming love for his family is the very core of his character, and it’s the center of every action he takes. every single decision he has ever made has always been built around his family’s salvation and survival. why is he suddenly okay with losing his niece??

- Five agrees to go on a spontaneous road trip with Klaus, despite the fact that they literally just landed in a new and unfamiliar timeline which he knows nothing about. wouldn’t he want to stick around for a few days to ensure that all is truly well, that there’s no impending doom, that his siblings aren’t in any danger?? at the very least, shouldn’t he establish whether or not The Sparrows are a credible threat before he runs off to an entirely different state with his least reliable (affectionate) brother??

- Five lets Klaus drive on the road trip while he opts for the passenger seat where he looks at maps and gets excited over landmarks. it’s a tiny thing, but it’s just... so glaringly not Five that it took me completely out of the story for a solid ten minutes. deadass it was all i could focus on.

- would Five whine and grumble and gripe if one of his siblings dragged him off under the pretense of a road trip and then confessed they were actually headed to meet their biological parents?? sure. of course. that’s Classic Five right there. whining and grumbling and griping about his siblings is the crux of his entire character tbh. but the reason behind his reluctance boils down to the fact that... he’s retired -- except this has absolutely nothing to do with the apocalypse. shouldn’t his objections be steeped in confusion instead of anger?? if one of Five’s siblings expressed the desire to meet their birth mother, i honestly don’t think Five would be annoyed or upset so much as he wouldn’t understand -- he obviously holds absolutely no interest in his blood relatives, he makes that plain enough throughout the season, and he clearly considers his siblings the only family he needs. why wasn’t that the source of the conflict here?? why did they need a pointless argument about a goddamn ball of fucking twine??

- Five meets his future self and realizes that he founded the Commission. in addition to that, he discovers that he dies in a way that is... literally the closest possible thing to his worst nightmare, and he promptly decides to go ahead and get the Mothers of Agony tattoo to ensure he does die in that exact way, because you can’t fight destiny, right?? for Christ’s sake, this is the man who landed in a post-apocalyptic nightmare hellscape where every last living thing on the entire planet was dead, and the mathematical means of his escape didn’t even exist yet, so what did he do?? he invented an entirely new branch of physics to get back home. he carried on through forty-five years of absolute and utter hell to save his family. even when the Handler told him that the apocalypse was inevitable, that it had to happen no matter what, that there was no possible way to thwart it and no possible way to stop it, he still resolved to find a way. he made a deal with the devil and turned himself into a weapon all in the name of saving the world. this is a man who simply will not give up. why isn’t he fighting the future tooth and nail, the way he’s been doing for the last two seasons?? why isn’t he resisting the inevitable with every fiber of his being?? why isn’t he even trying??

- on the topic of Five’s encounter with his future self... why exactly does he decide to listen to him just like that?? Five literally does not listen to anyone, and yes, that includes himself -- he ruthlessly crushes every ounce of self-doubt and does what he needs to do, what has to be done, to save his family. the Handler tells him flat-out that the apocalypse has to happen, and he still throws himself headfirst into his efforts to stop it, anyway. he will not rest until he has completed his mission. so why does he suddenly decide that now would be a great time to give up?? he’s faced impossible odds before. he’s faced the end of the world before. so why is this the cataclysm that gets him to surrender?? one of Five’s defining traits -- one of the first things you think about when you think about him -- is his resilience, his ability to endure the unendurable and make it out to the other side. where did that resilience go??

- essentially, i just think there should have been more than one single conversation to convince him it was a lost cause. i think the plot should have pushed him to the very brink, should have completely unraveled him, should have forced him to face the fact that it was hopeless. and i think that he should have had a chance to properly grieve the situation -- the fact that his siblings were doomed to die for the fourth time, and he could do nothing to stop it. the fact that his siblings would never get the chance to grow up and grow old as he has. the fact that he has given up his life, his mind, his body, his humanity, all to save his family, and at the end of it all, he is powerless. his life was wasted. his sacrifices were meaningless. why didn’t he get even a single moment to mourn his losses??

POSITIVES:

- the Five / Lila bonding! very nice touch. when he holds her hand on their way into the closet even though he doesn’t technically need to?? when she says “i’ll miss you” and he immediately fires back “that’s weird”?? when she ruffles his hair and he lets her?? when she slings her arm around his shoulders and he lets her?? very good. 10/10. would love to see more of this in S4.

- when he calls Diego and Lila “sentient STDs”

- when they all think they contained the Kugelblitz and they have that big party and Five is smiling and laughing and dancing?? oh my god why is that one of the only times we ever see genuine happiness from him. who allowed that.

- it was great to see him dedicate his last days to a reconnection with his family. that was definitely the most in-character thing from him in this season. if only his decision to surrender to the apocalypse had been handled better, i would have absolutely zero complaints about this sequence. his earnest desire to be near his siblings at the end of the world smashed my heart to pieces with a sledgehammer. he loves his family so goddamn much and i will be thinking about that for exactly forever.

- his drunk karaoke at the bachelor party. his drunk speech at the wedding, his drunk collapse in the elevator... peak wasted Five right there.

- his obvious annoyance with the fact that everyone hooked up with everyone at Luther’s wedding. do his shoulders ever hurt from carrying the entire asexual community on his back

#a first rate pragmatist ; ( meta )

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lwybthescreenplay · 2 years

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Scene : the island, in a car.

Magdalene is sitting in her car, holding her stomach closely. Her Roméo has been thinking about her a lot lately. She looks out the window hesitantly as she opens the messages.

Another bully has been attacking her lover. Her heart can't break anymore...

Magdalene : How do you handle it? Why are they so mean to you... You haven't done anything but pray

She starts to get teary eyed

Magdalene proceeds while choking up: they were gonna kill my babies... They keep doing her wrong because of their madness! She hasn't done anything wrong! Wtf!

Her mother (Mary Jane) is concerned for her... She slowly gets in the car.

Mary Jane gently rubs her shoulder to then ask her daughter if she's okay

Magdalene can't contain her composure enough, she turns to her mother quickly crying

Magdalene : Mommy why do they hurt her like that? They murdered my lovebug.... She's cold, she's distant... I don't recognize Romeo, mom! Those fuckfaces are doing the most! TOO MUCH because she ain't fuck them? I can't

Mary Jane tries to gently calm down her daughter and slowly realizes a slight glow on her daughter

Magdalene holds onto her mother fondly

Magdalene says in a soft voice : I just want her to be ok... She's been working so hard and praying, mom. No one sees Roméo like I see him? He's always been an angel and they just run her down constantly!

She backs up from her mother and grips the wheel tight in rage

Mary Jane : umm...

Magdalene grips it tighter while she channels her anger

Mary Jane : umm... I think you should let go of the whee-

Magdalene interrupts abruptly her mother : NO! she give me the wheel! And I Gon grip it...

Mary Jane : woo I think we need a drive

Magdalene puts her head down slowly and gently starts to laugh

Mary Jane looks in slight confusion as Magdalene looks up slowly in an ominous way

Magdalene's laugh escalates slowly... It turns maniacal.

Mary Jane : earth to Magdalene?

Magdalene: NO! NO! NO NO NO NO!!!

She hits the horn

Mary Jane jumps

Magdalene in a passionate display of rage screams : THEY NEED TO DIE! THEY NEED TO GOOOO MOM

Mary Jane hugs her daughter with so much tenderness as she cries at the injustice

Magdalene: that's my baby mom

Mary Jane rubs her daughters back trying to calm her down and she sees her daughters hand prints on the steering wheel. She lets her go

Mary Jane : Magdalene are you pregnant?!

Magdalene shakes her head wiping her eyes

Mary Jane : umm.. can we switch seats? Let me take you out on a drive

Magdalene: Can I stay here for just a few more minutes please mom?

Mary Jane : anything for you

Magdalene nodding while sniffing utters "thank you"

Cut to Atlantis

Bird girl is packing her bags in a fit of rage

Her Sister Jasmine is watching her pack her bags

Jasmine : oh nah, what happened now? You never go on vacation

Bird girl turns around with a vibrator in hand pointing it at her sister

Bird girl : NO! now I HAVE TO. Because my fucking HUSBAND wants to sit here and DIVORCE ME and I'm gonna rip that girl a new one!

Jasmine eyes open wide

Jasmine : umm???

Bird girl : Look. I really don't have time to explain all this mumbo jumbo anymore. She cussed my ass out on live knowing damn well it turns me on ughhhhhhhh ACE!! why are you such a badboy

Jasmine calmly lowers her sisters hand

Jasmine : why the dick?

Bird girl blushes and says under her breath "earth sign tingz"

Jasmines eyebrow raises as she puts two and two together

Jasmine : OH? OHHHHHH!!!! That's why you've been waking up happy...

Bird girl : it shows?

Jasmine : um... It's a kind of glow... Mixed with the fact I can hear you grunting and deadass, good for you. You needed to get out the house

Bird girl : I knowwwww. Looney Bear has been hinting at visiting him... But he's too sweet, I'm too shy. I don't know what to say

She sits on her bed and covers her face

Jasmine : oh you reaaaally got it baaaad huh

Bird girl lays back holding her pillow and let's out a giant sigh

Jasmine : why... Why you sigh?

Bird girl: Looney Bear has been zapped out of juice because people keep draining her out of envy

Jasmine sees that her sister starts to get emotional and gets closer to comfort her

Bird girl : theyve been attacking her for almost 10 years now... Looney Bear and I were both expecting and then they just socked her... So now she's "broke" but not really... I've just needed to at least have a friend's day but... I.. I fucking caught a crush

She clenches her pillow hard

And I hate that... Fuck... Those voice notes were dumb profound! I should've listened earlier... Maybe she wouldn't had blown up like that... I feel so baaad

Jasmine hugs her sister..

Jasmine : well.. if you like Looney Bea-

Bird girl : zip it! That's my husband. I LOVE THEM.

Jasmine : woah

Bird girl : FUCK!

Jasmine : well.. now that that's settled... Just invite

them over... I'm pretty sure your husband won't say no

Bird Girl : you think?

Jasmine : well... Duh?

Bird Girl : duh?!?

Jasmine : well if she likes you... Then she understands you? So if she divorced you then that means she knew you married her? If that makes sense? Just say fuck it and buy the ticket.

Bird Girl gets up quickly and looks for her phone

Bird Girl : that's why she sent me her passport... Oh OHHHHHH Looney Bear

Jasmine gets up quick

Jasmine : is she insane?!? She just sent you her whole fucking passport???

Bird Girl nodding and pouting

Bird Girl : but now I have an ouchy and only SHE can fix it. Fuuuuck

Jasmine : oh.. oh... She dropped bombs on your live and now she bouta drop dick off? Nah, I need to sleep somewhere else if that's what y'all finna do

Bird Girl : what does that mean?

Jasmine : y'all some hoes

Bird Girl bursts out into laughter

Bird Girl : ugh! She does this every time. She just cuddles, cums and then just watches me at work. Ugh! Her eagle eyes are on and heavy it's... Tantalizing

Jasmine : WOOO.... Y'all are churchy as fuck...

Bird Girl : you know what? Fuck it! I'm flying her out, so then we can get married and see about France... Ugh, her husband better not mind

Jasmine : I get shocked at that every single time dude.

Bird Girl : oh gosh, roll with the times

Jasmine : no... You right you right

Bird Girl : fuck it. Love conquers all after all. Grab me my purse. I need a shot first!

I need my baby here, in Atlantis with me by Tuesday... I'm gonna fuck her til I cry cause she's been hitting some spots and I'm just like "babyyy... Not while I'm at work pleaseeee"

Jasmine : oh she got yo ass

Cut to The Island, Mary Jane is driving to the pharmacy .

Magdalene: what you're gonna look for?

Mary Jane : umm.. I need a vitamin... I'ma be right back

She gets out the car quickly after parking and fast walks inside

Cut to inside the pharmacy ,Mary Jane is looking at pregnancy tests, she grabs an arm bunch of them and goes straight to the counter

Pharmacy clerk : Mary Jane?

Mary Jane: oh hey Denise!

Denise : Hi... I see you're having a fun time

Mary Jane smiles facetiously and grabs a hand sanitizer

Mary Jane : add that too

She then proceeds to look at her daughter in the car... The melancholia was glooming over her... Her daughter is in love

Denise : the total is 77,89

Mary Jane : I got change

Cut to Atlantis

Bird Girl : Okay Jasmine! So the closest flight for Tuesday has been booked!!

Jasmine : great!

Bird Girl : fuckkk... She needs an esta..

Jasmine : dude. Just send her the tickets, then tell her about it.

Bird Girl : but I know Looney Bear won't ask me for money

Jasmine : how is that a bad thing?

Bird Girl : ugh! That's my hubby. You know what? I'll just send the screenshots and say "fight me".

Jasmine : is that why you've been so angry every morning?!?

Bird Girl says mindlessly while looking at the messages from her husband: oh no that's morning sickness

Jasmine : HOLD UP!

Bird Girl looks up at her : wut?

Jasmine : are you pregnant?

Bird Girl: what are you talking about?

Jasmine : you just said it's morning sickness

Bird Girl hesitantly looks around.

Bird Girl : OH.... ohhhh.... Is... Is that why...wait a minute

She quickly goes on one of her husband's many ig pages

Bird Girl : found it! It's her altar. Ugh that Brainiac. I thought she was just using me as a charm like everyone else... Then she just kept coming back with more love for me.. fuckkk that's my qing with a q man.. there it is! A Zeus meme

Jasmine : hah! Classic

Bird Girl : oh y'all will fit in fine. Fuck it. I'm flying her ass out! And she better not be cheap with her time. She's shy af too. It took her too many months to jack off to me and I want it all now . Whatever. It's her damn portals. Fuuuuck. ACE! ugh. Game on. I'll send her the screenshots on Saturdays and she better ask me to Paypal her some money or I'm bouta have a fit in Arabic

Jasmine : why Arabic?

Bird Girl : it turns her on ... It turns her upppp

Jasmine : oh nahhh... I have more and more fun

Bird Girl biting her lip softly: stop thinking of me like that

Jasmine : ew, y'all get down on the interstellar?

Bird Girl : you were stalking Lunera too?!?

Jasmine : everyone stalks Lunera

Bird Girl : yeah about that.... That's my hubby...

Jasmine : HOLD THE PHONE

cut to The Island and Magdalene and her mother are in the car parked by her father's house.

Magdalene: why are we here?

Mary Jane : Magdalene you're pregnant by Romeo!

Magdalene spits out her mango pineapple drink : I beg your pardon?

Mary Jane : Magdalene you bent the steering wheel

Magdalene: I was vex

Mary Jane : nah nah nah, I wasn't born yesterday and you telling me that she's a demi god makes so much sense now! Nothing surprises me anymore when you meet that sweetheart.

Magdalene smiles while drinking her juice

Mary Jane : I thought you said no...

Magdalene: I have the right to change my mind ...

Mary Jane :... You just didn't want her to cheat

Magdalene: Romeo is a snack! No no, Bum bitches tried to blow up her soul because she's a snack and only getting finer and kinder! No! She can't fuck me like that in the day and then just thinks I ain't gonna do sumin about it

Mary Jane : yes! Finally!

Magdalene: finally?!?

Mary Jane : in actuality I could kinda see y'all liked each other and y'all are drastically possessive of each other... The other night when you were drinking... And um... Yeah.. you got kinda flirty with your cup?

Magdalene: oh you saw that?

Mary Jane : no we all knew right then and there y'all were fucking insane for each other

Magdalene in confusion: um... Since when?

Mary Jane : since forever! Plus I like her.... A lot for you.

Magdalene: what do you mean since forever?

Mary Jane : you never realized Romeo liked you?

Magdalene: slow down wait mom hold up

Mary Jane : you're gonna pee on some sticks first

Magdalene: and if it's negative?

Mary Jane : it's not gonna be negative

Magdalene: how do you know?

Mary Jane: A mother knows. C'mon

Cut To Atlantis

Bird girl: I need to be sexy.fuckkkk I don't know what to wear, who to be. Ugh she's been talking about pulling my wig and I can't handle that right now

Jasmine : no judgement but like...just be chill

Bird Girl : you right..you right.. plus I got her techy stuff. Ugh, she better not be so adorable dammit

Jasmine : yeah that squeak in Spanish was too cute

Bird Girl : yeah she's gonna hate me for that one

Jasmine : that's what the gifts are for

Bird Girl : you know it.

Jasmine : wait...so what about overseas?

Bird Girl: she just needs a new place, I know she won't mind "working" for me

Jasmine : what does she do like that?

Bird Girl : she does it all but She's really sad right now. Hubby is a painter and chills as a graphic designer so I'm just gonna book her over and over and over until she sits still

Jasmine : what does that mean?

Bird Girl : oh I'm tryna be her only benefactor.plus her hubby won't mind. As long as he's getting a stream of income that he's working for, he really doesn't care.

Jasmine : huh..

Bird Girl: yep. They're super progressive

Jasmine : Goals

Bird girl: that's my eshu

Cut to The Island

Mary Jane And Bouclier are having a discussion while Magdalene keeps looking at all the tests

She opens the door with them all and puts them on the table

Bouclier, her father: that's kinda unsanitary

Mary Jane hits him on the arm and he laughs

Bouclier : hold up! 7 different tests...

Magdalene: yes...

Bouclier : and they're all positive

Mary Jane : yes

Bouclier : Wow.. Roméo did that? How???

Magdalene: immaculate conception

Bouclier: what the fuuuuuck

Mary Jane looks at her daughter and says "boom"

Magdalene tries not to show that she's smug

Mary Jane : why that face?

Magdalene pulls out a poker chip from her purse, leans down and says in a sinister tone "I'm buying the town tonight"

Bouclier : How?

Magdalene: We gotta hit the casinos

Mary Jane : How Do you Know?

Magdalene caressing her stomach with love smiles softly and whispers "project SITNALTA"

Bouclier: wut does that mean?

Magdalene: KHAØS!

Mary Jane : oh no

Magdalene: KHAØS KHAØS KHAØS KHAØS

Mary Jane: ohhh noooo

Magdalene laughs maniacally while grabbing her tests

Her parents look at each other and both turn their heads

Bouclier : Oh... That's Romeo's kids alright

Magdalene: how do y'all know?!?

Bouclier : Um... Romeo leaves a trail of KHAØS

Magdalene: Mood.

Play Mood x Alx The Ace

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chizz · 2 years

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Good ending!

"We're leaving, but we're taking you with us Freddy. We can't do it without you." You say crossing your arms, Gregory nods in agreement.

"are you sure superstar?" You hug him, and that's when he knows the answer is yes.

"You ready to leave?" Everyone nods and you all smile while heading out the door, and into the night air and heading to your home.

"congratulations Y/N. You are now Gregorys official parent!" Gregory screams in happiness while Freddy is outside and loudly clapping. Gregory hugs you while sobbing into your shirt, you just smile while spinning him around.

Once you come out of the room, Freddy pulls you both into a tight hug. "AH- I NEED TO BREATHE! FREDD-" He quickly let's you both down and you put both your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath.

"sorry superstars! I'm just happy for you both, so..should we all go home?" The sun begins to set with you all walking into the parking lot, Gregory laughing at something you said, while the cat in your bookbag poking it's head out and Freddy Infront of you both so nothing would harm you both or the cat.

"Okay, Gregory on the front seat, Freddy in the back and me in the driving seat. It feels good to have my hands in wheels again. Gregory- you have your seatbelt on?" He doesn't respond cause he was asleep. And also Freddy, you smile at them both then take a picture, wanting to remember this moment. You put the seatbelt on for Gregory then pull out the parking lot then drive home, smiling the whole way.

The whole night was full of events...but you couldn't have done it without those two.

You come home to see Sundrop on the couch, with the lights off? For some reason...there's no moondrop? Oh. That's new.

"Hey darling! It's nice-" you put a finger on your lips to signal him not to yell so loud. Seeing that Freddy shoulders are slouching from tiredness, "Good night Y/N. See you both tomorrow!" He waves goodbye while heading to his already prepared room, so he can go to asleep.

You quickly walk upstairs to Put Gregory in his room and place him on the bed turning the lights off, but not before smiling at you're new child, then you turn the lights out.

"Night Gregory." You say silently to yourself then softly shut the door.

Once you walk back downstairs, you see Sundrop watching squid game. Oh, you forgot you had Netflix on! You see him watching that one part of Sae-byeok and Jang Deok-su going against eachother.

"You must like this show?" You say hopping onto the couch and sitting next to him, he smiles at you.

"yeah! I've never actually seen a human-like show before! This would be my first time and I'm already enjoying it!" He says happily, wrapping his arms around your waist, you tense for a bit but eventually relax and you wrap your arm around his shoulder.

"I'm glad to be home with everyone. Especially you~" is- is he flirting? You deadass don't know how to respond to it.

"I uh-" his hands tighten around your waist and he snuggles deeper into you. You only smile and wrap your legs around his waist and continue to watch the show that's displaying Infront of you both. Slowly falling asleep.

It's crazy how you're a parent and have a family. At first you were just a loner..and then...this? Now did you become a parent? This is...not what you expected.

Also being in a relationship with the most nicest person...you could call it poly because there's moondrop too.

But either way, this will definitely help you more. Waking up everyday to see Gregory and Sundrop playing on his console and Freddy reading a book.

This surprised you, but you never would've thought it'd coming to have three animatronics [because of moondrop.] And a child coming into the family.

This was amazing, being at the pizzaplex will be a night to remember!

What a night, am I right? Welp, you have a bear and a child also a sun to help you through all your bad or sad, even worse days.

THANK YOU FOR PLAYING!!

#SoundCloud #fnaf sb x reader insert #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #fnaf gregory

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm.

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.”

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record.

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up.

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes.

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him.

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!”

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone.

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car.

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling.

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.”

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat.

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror.

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front.

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles.

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?”

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked.

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows.

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.”

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.”

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.”

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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plants and streets and you

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Hi! This request was from @kissmeunicornbaobei in regards to you having a sketchbook full of Daryl drawings and I deadass wrote five versions of this. It gave me a run for my money.

Anyway.

Y'all ever been out riding and you're trying to shift into sixth gear when your bike only has five? No? Okay. ((it's annoying as *fuck*))

Okay, love you, bye.

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Daryl sat in the guard tower keeping a close eye on the tree line. He hoped to see the green hatchback driving towards the gates so he could call down to Carl to let them in so that his chest would stop buzzing and he could take a deep breath.

The herd that had come trampling through your makeshift camp a few miles out was what drove you apart. Daryl had been on watch and didn’t have much time to wake everyone and get them to safety as the herd slipped in under the veil of night. The run was only a small group of four, looking for anything at this point, and the only thing you’d stumbled across was trouble. Daryl’s feet moved quickly as he woke everyone and pushed them towards the car they’d brought. On the way out of the prison, you had asked to ride with Daryl, the feel of the motorcycle always a familiar comfort. But in the rush, he’d grabbed your arm firmly and pushed you into the back seat of the car and slammed the door behind you. There was no second for debate as Rick had already put the car in drive before your door was fully closed. Daryl knew you’d be safer inside the car than latched onto the back of his bike right now.

Daryl was left to ride by himself, hoping his headlight would be bright enough to guide his way back to the prison. Your bag was still hanging from his handlebar when he jumped on, which he quickly threw over his shoulder to tangle with his crossbow as he pulled ahead and away from the herd that was drawing closer to him. The ground was wet and slippery and the rear tire threatened to slide out multiple times, but when he finally hit pavement, he didn’t hesitate to push the bike as much as possible. He kept searching for a higher gear, his left foot mindlessly kicking the shifter up as he squeezed the clutch, but he was already in fifth with no way of climbing. His speed would top out soon, the only barrier between him and the prison and you. When the prison came into view, he slowed down as the gates began to open for him, and once fully inside, it took a lot of willpower to not dump his bike right there on the ground and check on you.

But the car wasn’t back yet. Which meant Rick and Glenn were still out there. And so were you.

Daryl’s odd time of arrival raised alarm with a few people, leading to Daryl’s questioning. “Where are they?”, “What happened?”, “Should we go out and look?”

But nobody left to search. Knowing there was a herd out there roaming, Daryl didn’t plan to let anyone leave until they had a real plan. They also figured that the three of you out there may just need a little extra time to circle around on your way back. Cars aren’t like motorcycles; tight spaces, small alleys, and slipping in between broken down cars on the highway wasn’t an option.

So they waited.

And waited some more.

Which is how Daryl ended up in the guard tower, watching the entrance relentlessly. He was confident that you were all safe. The group was familiar with surrounding roads that they’d frequently travel, but the four of you had gone out far enough that B-roads may have been the best bet for travel, you may have just gotten a bit lost. That’s what Daryl hoped as the entire day passed by with no sign of you and the sun began to dip below the horizon again. He lit a small lantern at his side and continued to fidget with the strap of your small messenger bag between his fingers as he anxiously tore apart the inside of his cheek with his teeth.

It was a worn, pale brown color now. He remembered back at the quarry when you’d joined the group, it used to be a brighter color, reminding him of a fresh coat of light stain on wood floors. Now it was cracking and worn and torn, reminiscent of the world now. It usually looked bulky when you carried it around your torso; Daryl knew you’d stuff your purple sweater in there when you didn’t need it. Right now, however, the bag was deflated and light and nearly empty. He thought about how he tried to be discreet when watching you slip the sweater over your head the night before when the night air became a bit too cold for comfort, even around the fire.

He’d debated on opening it all day, wondering what was still left inside. It was an odd, unstable shift of weight when he’d handled the bag and he was curious to know what was inside. He wasn’t one to invade someone’s privacy, especially yours. He never wanted to overstep with you. It wasn’t until finding sanctuary in the prison that the two of you had even really talked to each other, even if Daryl had been keeping an extra eye on you since the CDC. He remembered the way your cheeks flushed after two glasses of wine and the smile that hadn’t left your face that whole evening. He hadn’t seen anyone in the group lose themselves in comfort and safety until that night, but he remembered you as clear as day. He was the one that grabbed you by the arm and pulled you down below the dashboard of the truck when the CDC blew.

He also grabbed your arm and yanked you onto the back of his bike when the farm fell. And again found his hands latching to you whenever they’d run across trouble on the road before they’d found the prison. Daryl had a habit of pulling you towards him, or behind him, when things got bad. But this time he pushed you away from him, hoping his friends would keep you safe. A decision he was starting to regret; he just wanted to know if you were okay and not having answers was the most frustrating.

Privacy be damned, he flipped open your bag anyway. He didn’t find much inside. There were three bandaids tucked into a back pocket with a small flower pin he remembered you finding in the middle of the road on the way to the CDC. A small green pouch with a busted zipper held an odd collection of writing tools- a pen with no ink, a green colored pencil, and small chunks of burnt wood you took from dead fires. And then there was the book he’d see you with frequently.

When he flipped it open, the first few pages were filled with small drawings of plants with notes and arrows scribbled all around them. He knew you liked to document plants and flowers, and remembers you doing as much at the farm when speaking to Maggie or Hershel. If it was edible, you drew it. If it was poisonous, you drew those too. There was a page about identifying trees that made Daryl chuckle. Next to a drawing of a tree with Maple leaves, your margin note said, “Can be tapped, good on pancakes”.

He flipped through more pages as they morphed into different topics. A few had basic maps drawn in big bold charcoal lines with scribble street names. He remembered a few of the places; they were supply runs, and places they’d taken shelter in during the winter. There were scribbles about basic first aid, lists of things that the group needed, or things that you simply wanted, like the list of your “Top Five Favorite Candy”. Daryl decided only a savage would put peppermint patties at the number one spot.

The hardest shift in the pages was when the portraits began. He recognized a lot of the faces, dead and alive, but each had a name scribbled beside it. The likes of Carol and Maggie and baby Judith started out the first few pages, mixed in with a few drawings that were unclear and almost blurry. They had names that Daryl didn’t recognize and he only assumed they were people you used to know from before. You didn’t talk about the past often so he didn’t recognize the names. Then Glenn and Rick and Lori littered the pages with small faces of Carl and Hershel. The group, starting at the farm, was here. And Daryl couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you included him on one of the pages, too.

But to his surprise, he was on the next page, and the next, and the next. The last couple were just Daryl, and he felt his chest tighten. He hadn’t noticed you looking at him this much, especially since he felt he was constantly watching you. He would’ve noticed, right?

The pages of just him included little tidbits that Daryl had taught you, including a small diagram of a bolt, what they needed to fly right, and what the best materials to make them from were. There were tiny scribbles about differences in game traps and fire starting tips.

He placed the book in front of him, the small portraits still staring back up at him, as he started to watch the treeline again. Daryl wasn’t one hundred percent sure what it meant that he was so prevalent in your book, but he could assume as much. He just wished you would come back that much faster.

And when the sun was completely gone, only leaving an orange and pink glow on the clouds across the sky before they melted into the deep blue of the night sky, did the headlights shine in the distance. Daryl could hear Carl down below yelling, “They’re back!”, and that was all he needed before he snatched the book up off the ground and ran down the steps. By the time he reached the gate, the three of you were already out of the car. Daryl made a point to squeeze between everyone to get to you, ignoring Rick’s hand grabbing at his shoulder in comfort, silently acknowledging that he was glad Daryl was home safe, too.

Standing in front of you, he didn’t know what to do now that you were here. And no matter how much you wanted to grab onto him, you reached for the book in his hands and tugged gently. He let go easily.

“Did you look?” You asked quietly, thumbing the spine. Daryl shook his head and you sighed gently.

“I’m sorry.”

‘For wha’?” Daryl asked quietly, trying to keep your conversation secluded from the people around you.

“It’s...weird? Is it? I don’t know,” you said. “I do it so I can remember everyone, just in case.”

Daryl understood that. He wished he had the ability to document the people around him, the ones he cared about, the ones he wanted to remember.

“‘s not weird.” He said, taking a step towards you and reaching out to still your hands.

“I had everyone in there… but after a while, remembering you just seemed the most important to me.” You said, dipping your head lower, hoping to avoid Daryl’s eyes.

You were hoping that being so open about something that you’d been confident about for so long wouldn’t backfire. You did want to remember him above everyone else. He was safety and comfort to you, and in the time you were out there with Glenn and Rick, you felt a sense of dread wondering if Daryl had made it away from the herd. If he was safe. You had so much to say to him; things you didn’t think would be reciprocated or accepted before, but now you weren’t too worried about saying it.

He stepped even closer to you now, lifting his hands up to rest gently on your neck with his thumbs running gently along your jawline. He was so close and he smelled like campfire and the exhaust from his bike. His lips twisted into a small gentle smile when your arms wrapped around him slowly and you sunk into him.

“Yer tha most important to me, too.” He whispered as he dropped his forehead down to rest on yours.

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jeonronwoo · 3 years

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Sweet November

wc: 1.4k, warnings: none, gif credits.

you waited on the pavement for wooyoung who was fifteen minutes late to picking you up, you tried calling him but his phone was out of service. you sighed hugging yourself, you looked to your left and saw a familiar car pulling up, you sighed in relief happy with the fact you weren’t stood up by your date. the car parked in front of you and wooyoung came out with an apologetic look on his face.

“i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t mean to be late but my boss was being an asshole and almost made me fill my colleague’s shift but he appeared and i flew to you. i’m so sorry, y/n,” wooyoung explained and you put your hands on his shoulder to calm him down.

“calm down woo, it’s fine i understand, and i wasn’t even standing for that long, don’t worry.” you smiled trying to make him feel less bad about himself and he looked at you in doubt.

“okay,” wooyoung nodded unsurely, “let’s go, we are already late,” he said opening the car door for you and you smiled getting in and buckled your seat belt.

“you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” you said causing wooyoung to blush shaking his head and started the car.

“shut up, i’m not.”

***

wooyoung parked the car in a place that was crowded with other cars and a big screen was displayed in front of you playing love and the monsters, dylan o’brien’s new movie. you squealed sitting back making yourself comfortable which caused wooyoung to look at you amused.

“what’s wrong?” he asked and you shook your head smiling.

“nothing, it’s just the movie, i love dylan o’brien and i haven’t got time to see this movie because of college and now i’m watching it! thank you, woo,” you said and he smiled triumphantly.

“i knew you would love it! i even brought some snacks in the back and two packs of pizzas, wait i’ll get them,” wooyoung said jumping out of the car grabbing the snacks from the back of the car and placed them in front of the two of you.

you watched the movie entertained you and wooyoung making comments here and there about your expectations on the plot munching on the snacks. you looked at wooyoung and saw him staring at the movie and seemed so invested, you smiled.

“this is the first time i have gone on a date like this,” you said and wooyoung turned to look at you strangely.

“really? no offence but your ex-boyfriend seemed like the type to take you on different dates.” he said and you shook your head.

“chan always slept during movie nights and i couldn’t risk asking him to take me to a drive-in theatre,” you explained and wooyoung smiled his heart beating a little faster at your confession.

“i’m glad to be your partner for your first drive-in theatre.” wooyoung said and you smiled shyly at the way he was looking at you, and looked away to watch the movie playing in front of you.

***

after the movie was over, wooyoung drove around town for a while, the soft music playing while the two of you talked about the most random things. you noticed something after being around wooyoung for two days, he reminded you of san, but he was more energetic, he could literally talk about different topics and you would never get bored, his enthusiasm and his playful personality had you smiling for hours. he was also funny and made you laugh to the point you were in tears.

you have never met someone like wooyoung, he was a kid at heart, he was also so affectionate and you noted this from the day before you were at the concert he held your hand all the time and danced with you, and as for your date today he had his arm wrapped around your while your head was on his chest watching the movie. wooyoung was someone you would never get bored of and will always cherish in your life.

“you’ve been staring at me for five minutes straight and i’m deadass scared because you’ve been staring at me since the beginning of our date.” wooyoung said looking at the road and spared you a glance smirking mischievously, “i didn’t know you find me this handsome.”

“well, what if i do?” you flirted back wanting to see if you can make him flustered or not.

“then that would be a delightful thing because i happen to find you very beautiful.” he winked and you sat back blushing causing him to laugh loudly at your reaction.

wooyoung drove around for some time until he stopped at a small cafe, he looked at you and asked, “would you like if we sat there for a while?”

you nodded smiling and he parked the car and the two of you left and walked inside the small, cosy cafe.

sitting down, the waitress came and gave you two menus and you smiled thanking her as she left. wooyoung who was sitting across from you had a small smile on his lips.

“i heard from a small birdie you like the red velvet cake,” wooyoung said and you smiled at him playfully.

“so, is this birdie you and found out by stalking seonghwa’s social media or you found it through san?” you asked.

“by stalking seonghwa,” he answered and you smiled shaking your head and decided to go for the strawberry shortcake.

“well, i also happen to like strawberry shortcake too, so, i will take it.” you said and he smiled giving the waitress your orders and he ordered himself a chocolate milkshake.

you sat in silence not knowing what to say, wooyoung was observing the place that’s what you thought, he was actually thinking of what to say to you when he basically learned everything about you from san.

“you know? you didn’t tell me about yourself like the rest of the guys did, i want to learn more about you.” you said putting your hand against your cheek and wooyoung smiled brightly.

“well, my name is jung wooyoung, i’m twenty years old, i still live with my parents, i go to a cooking school, i hope to open my own restaurant one day, i also have two brothers, one older than me but he’s in the military at the moment and a younger brother who’s five years old. and yeah, i think that’s all.” he finished.

“oh my god, you study cooking? that’s shocking,” you said looking at him surprised and he raised his eyebrows.

“why?”

“i thought you would be more interested in gaming or something like that, you know? didn’t think you’d be into cooking. i’d love to try your food one day.” you said smiling and wooyoung blushed.

“really?! i will cook you something then! just tell me all the food you like!” he said enthusiastically and you smiled telling him all about your favourite food.

you spent the next two hours talking with wooyoung nonstop, the conversation neverending, you go from a topic to another smoothly and you didn’t even realise it. you found yourself more drowned to wooyoung with every second, he also made you laugh a lot by talking about his embarrassing childhood.

you cursed life for giving you three amazing boys and another five boys you were yet to discover. you were excited but you know you still have to make a choice. you tried to push this topic away from your head and focused on having a nice time with them and giving yourself the space to analyse them.

***

wooyoung stopped his car in front of your house, the two of you leaving the car standing in front of each other smiling.

“i had an amazing time, woo,” you said looking into his eyes.

“i had an amazing time too, it was nice knowing someone with the same interests as me,” wooyoung said and you nodded in agreement.

“yeah, honestly i thought you would be annoying, well you are a little annoying but you’re interesting.” you said teasing him a little causing him to roll his eyes playfully.

“and you’re a bully but still nice, and pretty too.” he said and you blushed shaking your head.

wooyoung got close to you and you felt your heart beating fast, he leaned in and you closed your eyes thinking he was going to kiss you, but you felt his lips touch your cheeks planting a soft kiss there. he pulled away causing you to open your eyes and he stared deeply into them smiling fondly.

“good night, shortcake.”

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