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gh0stsp1d3r · 5 months

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hi can u make a X reader oneshot about Ethan Landry where the reader knows about him being ghostface and still be willing to fuck without him knowing that she knows? and have her be as obsessed with Ethan as he is with her :))

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18+, mdni alot of making out, p in v, fem!reader, oral (fem!receiving), you take Ethan’s virginity, mention of murder

Your eyes widened as you picked up the mask with shaky hands. You realized the knife shining underneath the rest of the clothes as well. Fuck. Shit. Okay. Just put it back before he comes back, you thought.

With a sense of urgency, you rummaged through his drawer, your fingers brushing past his clothes and you went to the bottom of the drawer, burying it underneath all the clothes and closing the drawer.

He had told you to get something for him, not snoop around. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, trying to ignore how your friend was fucking ghostface.

Once you found what he actually asked for you to get, you took a deep breath before stepping into the living room.

You silently handed it to him. He noticed your odd behavior and quirked an eyebrow at you.

Maybe it was a Halloween mask or something. But that wouldn’t explain the knife. The thoughts ran in your mind, you would have to find out more later.

You sat back down on the couch with the group, but you couldn't focus on the movie. All you could focus on was Ethan.

You have had a crush on Ethan for a long time now, with feelings bordering on obsession.

You glanced at him, hoping he wouldn't notice your staring. He did however, turning his head to you. Your head snapped back to the TV quickly.

Fuck, fuck. What if he knew that you knew something? What if you were his next target? Although you wouldn’t mind that so much.

You avoided him for a few days, and the worst part? You missed him. God, you missed him. It felt wrong, it was wrong. You both usually talked every day, so he knew something was up.

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“Y/n?” The familiar voice of Ethan said from behind you.

You stood, tensing up before turning around at his voice. This party was the last place you wanted to see him.

“Ethan.” You said, giving him a small smile. He was wearing a robot cardboard costume, it was dorky but cute. He also had a jacket tied around his waist. He took off the headpiece of his costume and held it by his side.

“Are you okay? I called you… like 5 times.” He asked you.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, I’ve been busy. But, how’s uh, Econ? And your other classes?”

“It’s going good. Professors really getting on my nerves though.” He laughed.

You smiled at him, you missed his laugh, his smile, his entire face. It was wrong.

You both stayed silent for a while, awkwardly standing and looking at each other.

You began to talk again, then suddenly, some drunk guy ran into you, spilling alcohol all on your clothes.

You gasped, he mumbled a small apology and slipped past. You flicked him off and sighed heavily, looking at your shirt. Of course it happened while you dressed up as an Angel.

“Shit.” Ethan said, his eyes widened and his eyes went over your body.

“Asshole.” You mumbled, making your way upstairs. Ethan followed behind you upstairs and into the bathroom.

He opened up a cabinet, handing you a rag.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, trying your best to wipe it.

“Uh.. here.” He began to untie the jacket around his waist.

“It’s fine, Eth-“ but he ignored it, putting the jacket on your shoulders and zipping it up, biting his bottom lip on the process.

You smiled at him, his hands stopped and stayed for a moment. You stared at him, and he stared at you back. Suddenly, he leaned in, cupping your face as he kissed you.

Your hands went to his shoulders, kissing him back. The electricity coursing through your veins seemed to intensify as the softness of his lips met yours.

His touch sent shivers down your spine, and your heart raced with anticipation. As your lips brushed against his, you savored the taste of him, it felt like your dreams coming true.

You backed up against the counter, hopping on it and never leaving his lips once. The kiss turned from gentle and slow to a sloppy make out.

“Room?” You asked breathlessly against your lips.

“I’m a… a virgin...” He mumbled quietly and looked down at the ground, slightly ashamed.

“I know.” You whispered back. He smiled at you.

You both went out into the hallway, quickly opening an empty room.

He shut and locked the door behind him, his eyes landed on you and his lips were back on you again.

Softly he pushed you down on the bed, you moaned into his mouth when he said his tongue in your mouth.

You took notice of the tent in his pants, you moved away from the kiss to unbutton his pants. He helped and pulled them down, throwing them somewhere in the room. Then he looked at the shirt, his jacket. You took off your shirt, bra, and his jacket.

But then he stopped you when you began to take off your pants.

“Can you… wear my jacket?” He asked shyly.

You smiled at him. Cute. You put his jacket back on, and then began to take off your pants. He threw his shirt off and you both were only left in underwear.

He gave you a peck on your lips, and his lips trailed down your body. He kissed your neck, then biting and sucking on the flesh. He took time to appreciate and savor you, the person who he’s been obsessed with the moment he laid his eyes on you.

He then made his way down to your pussy, pulling off your underwear and looking up at you for a second. He was on his knees and your legs were on the edge of the bed.

He moved his mouth to your cunt, kitten licking it at first to test the waters. A mewl came from your mouth, and for some one who’s a virgin, he ate pussy good. His tongue was focused on your clit, licking it repeatedly as your hands were buried in his hair, pulling and tugging at the brown locks.

He ate like a starved man given food. You cried out his name, and you were thankful for the booming music downstairs.

You were close, and he didn’t care. His tongue worked faster on your clit, you moaned out his name once more and came on his face. He finally left your pussy then, looking at you and licking your juices off his tongue with a smirk.

You smiled at him, and he moved up to kiss you again, cupping your face. You could taste yourself on him.

He removed his angry cock out his boxers finally, letting out a groan as he stroked it in front of you for a moment. He wasn’t small, by any means. He was bigger than you expected if anything. You were shocked at the size.

He put it to your entrance, looking at your face as he slowly slide into your warmness. You both let out moans, he stayed still inside you for a moment to let you adjust and then started to move.

He felt like he could bust right then and there. But he wanted this to be a better experience, so he tried his best to hold his orgasm back for a while.

You moaned as he slid out and back into you, his first few thrusts were sloppy but he was a quick learner. He got the hang of if.

Fuck, it was wrong but you loved it. You loved how his curls bounced on his face, his moans and groans slipping out his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed, and how his hips met yours.

“E-eth!” You cried out, he loved the way you called out his name. He loved how you laid underneath him, melting under him. In his mind you, had no clue about his plans for your friends, or how bad of a person he was, or how many people he’s killed.

But you did. It was wrong, but how could something so wrong feel so good?

You came without warning, he groaned and couldn’t help it anymore. He came inside of you.

You whined as he pulled out.

“I know, I know. Sorry.” He said quietly, and he laid down next to you.

“Would now be a good time to tell you I like you?” You mumbled.

He laughed quietly. “I like you too.”

#ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry #ethan kirsch #ethan kirsch x reader #jack champion x reader #jack champion smut

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mrsriddlenott · 6 months

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Patience Pt3

Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

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Warnings:Possessive Behavior(a bit),Teasing, Use of Magic on Reader,Smut,Exhibitionism, C0ckwarming,3some(2 Mattheos☺️), Oral(m!receiving), Unprotected PinV.

“How does that feel Gorgeous?” Mattheo asked as he massaged the back of your neck. You were sat in his large bathtub between his legs surrounded by bubbles. Your “classroom activities” had taken a lot of energy out of you both, but Mattheo took it upon himself to pamper you as soon as he saw you could barley walk to the dungeons on your own.

He scooped you up in his arms, suffocating you with kisses as he carried you to his dorm where he cleaned you up before joining you in a warm bath to let you relax against him. He explained all you missed from your classes, thanks to him, while massaging your back that the hard wood of the desk left sore. Kissing every mark he’d left on your body until you were both giggling in the rapidly cooling water.

“There’s a Halloween party in the Room of Requirements tonight, I was thinking we could throw together a costume and make an appearance.” You sighed as Mattheo’s arms snaked around you, what you really needed was a good nap in his arms, not a party.

“I’m not really feeling up to a party right now Matty but I won’t stop you from going of course.” Mattheo sighed behind you, kissing at your neck and shoulders before rising out of the water.

"Alright, I was looking forward to seeing you in a costume but I won't push it," He leant down to lean on the slippery ledge of the tub, placing a long kiss to your lips before leaving the bathroom to get dressed. Mattheo quickly threw on Joker-like makeup and dirtied his new white button up with fake blood, before giving you a kiss full of face-paint and slipping out of his dorm room to let you get comfortable in his bed.

But even after two hours, sleep never came, as you lay watching the ceiling above you, you wondered what Mattheo was doing. If he'd decided to drink or smoke or if he was already on the way back. You felt so tired in his arms but now you were regretting turning down his offer. You caught yourself thinking of a costume to put together and before you knew it you were back in your dorm, shoving your hair into mismatched pigtails and trying your best to style a black and red Harley Quinn esque outfit.

You shoved your way through the crowd of drunk and high students looking for only one face, becoming increasingly annoyed at the more people you found that weren’t your boyfriend. When you finally saw him he was sat in the middle of a seemingly very old couch that sat in the very back of the room, between Draco and some girl. Draco clearly was in his own world with a brunette 6th year on his right as Mattheo awkwardly spoke with a blonde that was definitely trying to flirt, inching closer to him as he scooted backwards toward his friend. For a second you just watched, you and Mattheo’s relationship was relatively new so you couldn’t fault the girl for trying. Especially when you left him alone at this party.

So you took it upon yourself to make sure everyone knew that you were his. You walked with purpose, black heels clicking on the floor as you approached your boyfriend, flopping down on his lap with no warning. Mattheo tensed for a split second, getting ready to push you off before catching your scent and pulling you into him with a dramatic sigh of relief, “Thought you weren’t coming Princess” Mattheo’s hands immediately came up to rest on your hips as your legs draped across his, black and red skirt riding up slightly at his touch.

“I decided you looked far too good to come alone, and it seems I was right,” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck to give him a chaste kiss as you felt the couch dip and resurface from the blonde leaving to flirt with someone else.

“Mm….I think it’s you who looks too good to be at this party,” He practically growled as he chased your lips, you giggled down at him before slipping off his lap, pulling him to the farther end of the couch, separating you and him from Draco and his fling.

“Is my girl jealous?” Mattheo spoke as though it was the scandal of the year, tugging you back onto his lap as he settled into the far side of the couch.

“Nope, just territorial,” You caught his lips in yours the second your back rested against the dusty arm of the couch. Mattheo wasted no time in delving into the kiss, marking you as his to the party, just as much as you were him.

“You have no idea how insanely hot that is,” He sighed into your mouth, “but I think I need to teach you a lesson, don’t you?” His voice dropped as his eyes darkened, staring up at you with a growing smirk. You felt his dominance circle around you as you nodded your head with the daring smile Mattheo loved so much.

“You’re gonna keep me warm under this little costume, and you’re gonna keep yourself quiet, if anyone finds out what’s happening you’ll be punished.” Mattheo sighed as his hand reached between your bodies, hastily unbuttoning his pants and pulling his already fully hard dick out. He lightly shoved you a bit forward, groaning at your lack of panties and obvious wetness on your thighs, before roughly pulling you back against his chest, filling you up entirely as he flattened you skirt to hide where you connected.

“You’re a little tease ya know that?” His voice was a growl in the back of your mind as he gripped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him, forcing you to hold back a moan, “You planned to come here and fuck with me didn’t you? Got a bit distracted though huh Gorgeous?

You nodded your head with a whimper as his grip tightened, “You wouldn’t mind getting a little more distracted would you?” He chuckled behind you as though he couldn’t stop himself when you clenched around him, knowing exactly what was coming.

Mattheo leant back, resting his head against the couch with a sigh, gripping your hips even tighter letting you know to stay put, and closing his eyes to gain full precision. Before you fully knew what was happening, Mattheo was in your mind. You saw him, exactly as he was dressed now, but directing above you. Your face was level with his prominent bulge as he ghosted his fingers down your cheek, you whimpered slightly, realizing you could both see and feel him this time.

Mattheo held a wide smile faced towards the ceiling as he put all of his focus into projecting himself in your thoughts, “I’m the only person who gets to fuck you, just like you’re the only person who gets to fuck me.”

The Mattheo in front of you didn’t speak, you heard his voice in your thoughts as his dark eyes bore into you, but his lips remained straight and unwavering while his eyes read your face. He held a threatening, dominant way about him, he seemed dark and alluring, much like the Mattheo you met. You subconsciously clenched around your boyfriend as your legs came together, wondering if this was a copy of himself or a portrayal of your thoughts.

“It’s both my curious little girl. I’m using your thoughts and memories to make you see me as I want you to, while manipulating your brain’s passageways to make your nerve endings think I’m touching you.” You gasped lightly as the feeling of Mattheo’s calloused hand quickly found it’s way to your neck, gripping it tightly with a phantom push while his real hands pulled your back flush against his chest.

The feeling of a fourth hand creeping up your thigh shocked a louder gasp from you, the dark eyes of the imaginary Mattheo snapped up to yours to remind you to be quiet, before focusing back on your legs. It felt as though Mattheo was holding you still for himself as his hand snaked below your skirt to play with your clit while you stretched around the real Mattheo, you let your legs start to spread to allow his hand closer access before they were snapped shut as Mattheo’s chest vibrated with a satisfied chuckle behind you.

“Keep those pretty legs shut, it doesn’t matter what I do to you, you’ll feel it. No need to open them.” His voice was filled with humor, a stark contrast to the look of the Mattheo hunching over to kiss up your neck, trapping you between your boyfriend and his imaginary doppelgänger. You squirmed around on him as he stimulated your clit from your mind, the sensation of his strong grip and wet kisses forcing your head to lean back onto his real shoulder.

You could feel Mattheo pulsing inside you, you thought of how you must look from the other party goers point of views but the worry was nothing compared to the pleasure you felt. Your brain couldn’t form a sentence as Mattheo brought his lips to the side of your neck, his phantom self fighting for your attention on the other as they both nipped and licked at your neck.

Mattheo’s imaginary hand slowly found it’s way down your neck and to your chest, aggressively squeezing at the soft flesh before pinching at your nipple. You were forced to bite down on your lip so hard you tasted blood to keep from making any noise as his fingers circled your clit faster before forcing into you as well, seemingly stretching you past your limit as your eyes began to roll and water. Mattheo kept stimulating your g-spot from your mine, it started to feel like too much to handle in front of all your classmates and suddenly as you shook on Mattheo’s lap, you were too self conscious for this.

You didn’t need to try and form the words, before you even recognized you were thinking it, Mattheo was already slipping out of your mind, the Mattheo in front of you vanishing like smoke, the feeling of his hands gone, leaving you shell shocked on top of your boyfriend.

“Can we go somewhere else Matty?” Your voice was weak and desperate, only audible to Mattheo as he lifted you off of him, quickly tidying himself before tugging you away towards the giant door. The cool air of the corridor fanning across your face as you rushed to the dungeons was a welcome change from the stuffy, smoky air of the party. As you rushed through to the Slytherin Common Room and started toward Mattheo’s dorm you were pulled back against his chest.

“Everyone’s at the party or in bed by now Gorgeous.” Mattheo’s warm breath fanned against your neck as he whispered in your ear, “I always wanted to have sex in the Common Room, do you wanna make that a reality Baby?” Your heart hammered against your chest with excitement as you imagined him taking you in the Slytherin couches, only one thing was missing.

“Yes, but um….could you….” Mattheo’s face immediately lit up at the sound of your voice, already knowing the question and more than happy to comply. Your face was bright red as you turned to look up at him, he just had to hear you say it and he’d be satisfied. In a flash he’d shoved you against the arm of the couch, letting your back fall against the cushions as your skirt flew up. Mattheo notched himself between your legs as he lowered himself on top of you, kissing his way up your torso and across your neck.

“Can I what Baby?” His lip caught between his teeth as he pushed his clothed bulge against you, looking up to watch happily as you moaned around your lip “Come on Baby tell me what you want.” He whispered against your ear, licking it’s shell teasingly before kissing it lightly.

“Can you…can you bring him back?” You blurted out, more embarrassed than you’d ever been. He chuckled darkly in your ear, looking back to you, eyes blown as though you were his very own drug.

“You wanna be fucked by two of me my sweet little Freak?” You whimpered at his words as you maintained eye contact, “Please Matty”

Mattheo completely lost control at your request, he flipped you on the green couch, positioning your chest against the other arm as he pushed your back down, forcing you to arch upwards and locking your hands behind your back in one of his. “If you want me to stop say so, if you can’t speak just think it and I’ll take it all away okay Princess?”

“Okay,” Suddenly your vision of the common room was blocked by a pair of legs in black jeans, a rough hand took your chin in it’s palm forcing you to look up at the copy of your boyfriend. His veining hand worked to undo the buttons of his pants as Mattheo’s real hands pulled your legs apart behind you. He lined himself up at your entrance just as his doppelgänger brought the tip of his leaking dick to smear across your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

Your lips immediately parted, moans slipping past as Mattheo shoved into you from behind, immediately setting a fast pace that allowed his counter part to slam himself into your mouth while your jaw lay slack from moans. You could hear how wet you were, sending shivers down your spine as the sound of Mattheo entering you bounced off the dungeon walls. He groaned as you clamped down on him, steading himself with a hand on the back of the couch.

Mattheo watched your mouth suck around a ghost of himself, gagging as though he was really there. He had absolutely no idea how hot it could be to watch you suck him off from a different angle, making his dick twitch inside of you as his fingers dug into your wrists harder. He began to stutter, the sight of you taking him twice had him close to coming already. Your moans were muffled around his dick, your jaw was growing sore and your throat began to hurt as the other Mattheo fucked into your face, only adding to your pleasure as the real Mattheo behind you began to falter and lose focus from your walls fluttering around him. His second-self came in and out of focus in your mind, unintentionally teasing you as your boyfriend released your hands to bring his to your clit. You were a moaning mess as the second Mattheo completely vanished, your boyfriend too caught up in his own release to focus on the projection.

You felt warm spurts of his come fill you as you clenched around him, shaking slightly as your moans became uncontrollably louder. Mattheo’s hand snaked around your neck from behind, tugging you up to him as his other hand worked harder and faster on your clit, forcing you to scream in pleasure as you came on his dick. You both fell forward, Mattheo hugging you into him from behind, kissing up and down your neck as his focus returned. Mattheo held you, soothingly whispering how good you were for them as he entered your mind and allowed his other self to massage up and down your shaking legs. You felt more pleased than you ever had in your life, and you knew you’d be doing this again very soon. Mattheo chuckled behind you and pulled you up, lifting you in his arms to bring you back to his bathtub.

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I think I might do one more to this because I don’t wanna stop caught but I also don’t want two long running Mattheo series so please send me requests if you want anything specific in Pt4☺️

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 months

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Can we get a pining villain out in their civilian clothes when they bump into hero (also in civilian clothes) and recognizes them immediately, but hero doesn’t and starts friendly conversation while villain is both unsure of what to do and secretly crushing? Sorry if that’s an odd request ahhhh ^^;

Oh god.

“Jeez, I’m so sorry-” The hero picked up the books and shoved them back into the villain’s arms awkwardly. “I don’t know where my head is today, I didn’t…nevermind, the books aren’t dirty or anything? Library hates dog ears.”

The villain shook their head slowly. They hadn’t even checked.

“And you’re okay? Not hurt or anything? I didn’t hurt you, right?”

Again, the villain shook their head, even though their shoulder was pulsing in pain. The hero was quite strong. Stronger than they looked, definitely. It wasn’t like the villain had been obsessed with the idea of finding out their civilian persona.

They knew of other villains who dedicated their entire being to finding out absolute everything about their nemesis. But for the most time, the villain didn’t want to know anything about them.

They didn’t want to know what they did or whom they talked to. Or when they were visiting friends or lovers. When they went on dates or when they broke up with someone.

Because, ultimately, it wasn’t any of their business, right? And they weren’t on such a low level to force a foul gameplay onto them. Blackmailing them, kidnapping lovers…the villain didn’t like that.

However, now that they stood in front of the hero, they weren’t quite sure what to say nor what to do. They had recognised them immediately. Their widened eyes, their fingers. At first they hadn’t been sure but some scars gave the hero away.

They were obviously hiding them, pulling down sleeves and shifting a little — it was a habit the villain was used to too.

“I’m sorry again. I’m probably taking up a lot of your time already but do we know each other?” the hero asked suddenly. They tilted their head, just like last Wednesday when the villain had explained to them how to identify a fake bomb. The sunlight was hitting the hero’s eyes just right but this was probably some cruel joke from above.

The hero was one of those popular people probably. Popular at school, at work, in the neighbourhoods. Someone everyone loved, someone who was so sweet they were rotting teeth left and right.

Months ago, the villain had thought they were jealous of them but that was wrong. They were enchanted by them, wondering how a person who had gone through hell and back was still able to be kind.

“No…”

“Are you sure? You seem very familiar to me,” the hero said. They were curious, seemed intrigued by the villain. Their backstory wasn’t a secret. Everyone knew about the troubled childhood, the kidnapping and the trading. Being raised like cattle.

Everyone knew.

And the villain could relate. Opening up about it was difficult but they felt like the hero could understand, they could love them despite everything.

If the villain was even worthy of that kind of affection. They closed their eyes, trying to throw that thought into a bin.

“…I’m just a tourist,” the villain lied. Their neck was getting embarrassingly hot. Why was the hero staring at them like that? They’d never seen their expression be so soft, had never seen the little scar above their brow. Somehow, this felt like a prank.

“Hm, well, I’m really sorry for bothering you then.” The hero’s eyes fell down to the books and back up. A hint of a smile decorated their face and for a second, the hero just stood there in front of them with the busy sounds of the city passing by. “For how long are you staying?”

“…I am departing tomorrow.”

“Oh? Back home?”

“Yeah…” This was going terribly. The villain swallowed. They felt like a teenager again, too awkward to talk to their crush. In costume it was a little different. They could allow themselves to put on a show and pretend to be eccentric. But here they felt so…exposed.

“Pardon me, this is probably a little abrupt but…” Suddenly, the hero took a step forward. Their hand reached the villain’s wrist, soft fingers finding a scar a little too quickly. “…you’re really pretty.”

They looked up into the villain’s eyes.

“And by the way…the library doesn’t like it when tourists take books home either. Sending them back is such a hassle.” They tapped onto the copy on top, a volume of The Divine Comedy the villain had grabbed almost mindlessly. The hero took a step back, smiling. “See you soon, then.”

Oh god. They knew.

#Dante Dante Dante Dante #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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steventhusiast · 7 months

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STWG daily prompt 27/9/23

prompt: horse

pairing/character(s): steddie

Steve's never been to a LARP festival before. If he's honest with himself, when the kids had asked him to come with them (AKA asked him to be their ride and then abandoned him as soon as they arrived), he hadn't wanted to come. He's just weak for Will's particular brand of sad puppy dog eyes.

But now that he's here... He's having a good time.

That's not to say it's his kind of thing. He doesn't think he'd come again. Too much chance to bump into someone wanting to roleplay a medieval conversation that he won't be able to follow, and strange nerdiness. But he's found an area of horses, so he's managing to have a good time.

"Aren't you pretty?" He coos at the particular horse he's found. All of the horses in this area are unattended, but kept in a small pen. Steve assumes the handlers have gone off to eat food or use the restroom or whatever.

He holds his hand up near the horse's muzzle, and holds it there for a moment to see if it'll spook. When it doesn't, he gives its pretty brown coat a gentle pet.

"Very pretty." He mumbles to himself as he continues petting it.

"Why thank you." A voice sounds from directly behind him all of a sudden, and he flinches so hard that the horse spooks a bit.

He whirls round to come face to face with possibly the prettiest man he's ever seen. He's in one of the dumb cosplays everyone here seems to be in, but the ridiculous getup of multiple belts, an old fashioned tunic and obviously fake potion bottles hanging here and there, are working for him. His wavy dark hair has small plaits scattered through it with tiny flowers woven through them, and-

Steve realises he's staring as his eyes finally move to the man's face to find him smirking at him. He becomes re-aware of his closeness to the man, and promptly blushes before clearing his throat and looking away.

"Sorry. Didn't know if I was allowed to pet the horses or not." Steve offers awkwardly.

"You're good. Muffin loves the attention, don'tcha girl?" The man reassures, and that amused smirk melts into a happy grin as he steps around Steve and pats the horse's face a couple times.

"She's called Muffin?" Steve asks, baffled.

"I know. Not very fitting for the theme. The other horses get stage names, but Muffin here refuses to listen to any other name." The stranger explains, and then ceases his gentle patting of Muffin to look at Steve again, "Speaking of names.. What's yours, handsome?"

The flush is back on Steve's cheeks.

"Oh. I'm Steve. You?"

"Eddie."

It's quiet for a moment, and then Eddie glances down at his wrist and pulls back his costume to look at his watch. He nods to himself, pleased, and Steve wonders what he's happy about.

"It's my friend's turn to look after Muffin. What do you say I give you a tour of this joint? You look mighty out of place, Sir Steven."

Eddie bows and holds out a dramatic hand to Steve as he speaks, and Steve finds himself charmed. On anyone else, he'd find this so embarrassing. But Eddie is throwing all his usual standards out of the question.

"Sure." He says, and takes the offered hand.

Maybe he will find himself back at one of these festivals, after all.

#steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stwgdailyprompt #dailydrabble #mywriting

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foreverrandomwritings · 6 months

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Worth It In The End

Summary: Almost a year after an amicable divorce Beau finds himself still reluctant to participate in social gatherings. However he just can't seem to say no to the Bates family. He finds more than he bargained for when he attends their annual Halloween party.

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Divorce, children, marriage counseling, alcohol, fake blood and Beau being a bit of a dumbass.

Word count: 2387

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Beau had been particularly annoyed at every social gathering he had attended this year. Everyone asked where his now ex wife was and then he had to awkwardly explain they had divorced. They had spent the better part of two years in couples therapy that ended up being an epic fail at the end. Frankly he wasn’t really sure why he had gone to his fellow admirals annual Halloween party. The plan had been to stay home and nurse a bottle of whiskey and watch old black and white films.

But when his best friend all but pleaded that he be in attendance he relented and showed up. He had even adorned a costume, a cheap vampire costume from Spirit Halloween. Pale makeup had been caked on his face by Warlock's thirteen year old twin daughters. Black eye shadow around his eyes to give a hollowed out effect and fake blood dripped down his chin. They had even coerced him into adding fangs to his teeth.

“Are you actually going to eat something or are you going to just stand here glaring a hole into all the food?” He had been standing by the snack table for what felt like hours trying to figure out what he could eat that wouldn't have his fangs coming out of his mouth, the glue holding them in place was very delicate he had been told.

“Mallory and Stephanie talked me into putting fangs in then lectured me for a good thirty minutes about not eating anything that could pop them off my teeth. I am trying to figure out what would be soft enough to not heed the wrath of your daughters.” Beau gave Solomon a pointed glare, to which the man let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head in a disapproving manner.

“How in the world did the Navy allow you to be an admiral when you get swindled into things by teenagers?” Solomon’s voice was teasing as he picked up a chocolate dipped pretzel rod and took a large bite of it. Beau cursed the teeth he had been swindled into as he glared at the pretzel rod.

“Those girls are very persuasive Solomon and you know it.” Beau’s eyes narrowed at the man as he took another large bite of the pretzel. The white that was to look like a mummy was almost all consumed by the man.

“I think you’re just a pushover Beau. Have been since the girls were born.” A smile graced both of the men's features at the memory of the mid winter day the girls were born. The same day that Solomon had asked him to be the twins' godfather. Which he had graciously accepted. The second they were placed in his arms he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to them.

“You don’t have much room to talk.” Beau looked down at the cowboy costume Solomon was wearing. Him and his wife were dressed as Barbie and Ken per the request of said daughters.

“Touche, Beau, Touche.” Solomon held his hands up in defense two more chocolate covered pretzels held in one hand. The black eyes of the mummy seemed to mock him.

“Oh Beau there you are. I’ve been looking all over the place for you.” Solomon's wife popped up from behind him at the words. She came to stand next to her husband and gave them both a mischievous smile. His eyebrows both shot up at the look she was giving him. The girls had definitely gotten their power of persuasion from their mother.

“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” he tried to hide the surprise from his face but guessed he had failed as his best friend gave him a cheeky knowing grin. He should’ve guessed there was an ulterior motive for Solomon being so persistent on his attendance tonight.

“She is actually on her way over to us right now so please behave.” With those words you walked into sight. You had on an obnoxious Hawaiian shirt and a name tag that Beau couldn’t read due to the dimmed lights of the room. You stuck your hand out with a small smile on your face as she introduced the two of you. He couldn’t help but take in the absolute beauty you were. Hair tied in a half up bun, makeup done ever so slightly, eyes bright and smile wide.

“Honey, I think we need to go and fill up the fog machines.” Solomon put a hand on the small of his wives back before leading her away from Beau and you. But not before the couple sent you both respective winks. To which you both rolled your eyes at.

“I like the fake blood.” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. He struggled to not bring a hand up to his chin where the bright red liquid had surely stained his skin. He took in the rest of your outfit quickly, the sunglasses tucked into your hair even though it was night time, the sandals adorning your feet and the solid colored flowy pants that matched the leaves in the Hawaiian shirt you were wearing.

“I have no idea how I’m gonna get this stuff off later.” The sentence was true, the girls hadn’t told him how to clean the makeup. The only thing they had told him was to not mess it up. Mallory had actually pointed a sharply pointed end of a makeup brush his way while Stephanie uttered the words to him, a threat more than a suggestion.

“A wet washcloth should do the trick just fine. If not then a few makeup wipes should help.” You had cocked your head to the side as you assessed the cheap pale layer that had been smeared across his face. He racked a hand through his hair, working loose some of the hair gel that had been slathered on the dark locks.

“Thank you for the tip. I’ll be sure to file that information down for later.” He gave you a thankful smile to which you waved your hand in a dismissive way, as if to say no problem. It was that moment he noticed just how much younger than him you seemed to be. A little bit of worry gnawed on his brain.

“How do you know Gina and Solomon?” You picked up a glass of punch that had been pre-filled after eyeing the ingredients and scanned the table of snacks as you asked the question. He shifted from one foot to the other as he answered the often asked question. Relief flooding through him that you were a new person, meaning you weren’t going to ask about his ex wife.

“I’ve known Solomon for years through work. How do you know the couple?” He took a sip of the Jack and Coke he had snagged from the kitchen earlier in the night as he once again eyed your outfit. This time he could read the word on your name tag which simply said City.

“I actually ran into Gina a couple of months ago at the library. I was donating a few of my books. She happened to be doing volunteer work reading for the little ones. We struck up a conversation over my work. She then graciously invited me to her book club and we’ve been friends ever since.” Your eyes lit up as you finally found a suitable food grabbing a plate with a cheesy spider web design and adding a few fruits, vegetables, cookies and plain pretzels.

“You said you were donating your books. Were they ones you’ve read enough to be satisfied to donate or ones you’ve had forever and never gotten around to reading?” You picked up a snap pea from your plate, peeling away the string and snapping off the ends.

“I actually wrote a children's book. I was dropping off a few copies of it!” Beau let out a surprised hum at your response. Taking in the way your eyes got slightly wider on the topic of your work. You ate the snap pea quickly before working on the next one on your plate.

“Have you written many books?” He decided he wanted to keep the light in your eyes so he would ask you as many questions as he could think of. Plus it got the topic off him, when people heard about his work they typically questioned him relentlessly about it.

“This was the second book in the series. I am contracted for two more of this series before being able to move on.” you seemed to ponder what you said for a second before adding on.

“Not that I want to move on from it. I have actually grown quite attached to the characters. I know my brother is just as reluctant to move on as I am.” you popped a strawberry into your mouth at the end of your sentence.

“Is your brother a co-author?” He watched as you cleaned the corner of your mouth with your thumb before wiping the liquid on your napkin he hadn’t seen you pick up. He found himself already desperate to feel your lips against his own. But quickly shook his head to clear the thought away, focusing on your conversation once again.

“He is actually an illustrator, thankfully. I was dreading having to find an artist when he stepped up.” a grin took over your features at the mention of your brother. Another topic seemingly important to you he decided, filing it away for later.

“I’m assuming you work for the Navy?” he straightened his body a little bit, pride evident in the way he held himself. Even if he was reluctant to talk about his job he seemed to want to please you in any way he could. Plus he was very proud of the position he held.

“I am Vice Admiral at the local base.” Even with the cheap costume on you could see the way he flexed his arms and chest as he spoke the words. Seemingly puffing himself up with authority. You weren’t complaining though, drinking in the way he simply existed in this moment.

“Oh you’re Cyclone then!” The realization seemed to hit you in one foul swoop. From the look on his face you could tell he was confused. Your cheeks heated as he gave you a bit of a bewildered look.

“Gina and the girls talk about you all the time. They all absolutely adore you. I can see why.” Beau preened under the praise. Something he didn’t even know he was capable of until you uttered those words.

“Would you like to get dinner with me sometime?” It was his turn to blurt out words. He couldn’t help himself with the way your eyes scanned his form. Then he remembered just how ridiculous he looked and he felt his throat closing slightly.

“I would actually love to have dinner with you. I’m free this Friday if that works for you?” Your eyes crinkled at the side from how wide you were smiling, teeth on full display, lip gloss shining slightly in the dim light from the pumpkin lights lining the top of the room.

“Friday works great, do you have anywhere in mind?” He wasn’t really sure of any good restaurants around town. He hadn’t been out much since even before his amicable divorce. He preferred eating at home rather than going out.

“We could make dinner together at my place. That way we can actually get to know each other without the awkwardness of being in public?” You were nervous as you asked the question, taking a large gulp of the untouched punch you had set down on the table beside you. The flimsy material of the cup with a matching spider web as the plate you had, left with an indent from your teeth as you chewed on it anxiously waiting for his response.

“Dinner at your place sounds lovely. I can bring a bottle of wine if you’d like?” Your shoulders released some of the tension they held as he agreed to your proposition. You nodded in reply to the question, losing a breath as you did so.

“I’ll give you my number and we can decide a time and what to have tomorrow.” You set the plate of mostly eaten food on the table. Then slipped your phone out of your back pocket, unlocking it and handing it to him. He typed in his number quickly before sending out a quick text to himself. He then slipped his phone from his own pocket, asked you how to spell your name and then added you to his contacts.

“Can I ask you a question?” He seemed almost sheepish as he spoke, you simply gave him a reassuring nod telling him to go ahead.

“What in the world are you dressed as?” you giggled at his words, your fingers playing with one of the buttons on your shirt.

“I guess it isn’t as obvious as I hoped it would be. I’m dressed as Paradise City. The Guns N’ Roses song.” Recognition dawned on him as he took you in once more, the outfit fit for a beach and the City name tag did kind of give it away.

“Guess I was too distracted by your beauty to figure it out.” He wasn’t sure where he got the confidence to say the words from but he was happy he did. The way your nose crinkled at the compliment and your feet shifted told him you seemed just as nervous as he did. Which gave him some relief.

You guys ended up talking for the rest of the night, eventually moving away from the snack table to the porch outside, where he gave you his cape to fight off the slight chill of the October night. You promised to give it back to him when you saw him Friday as you climbed into your car and he waved you off telling you he wasn’t worried about you stealing it. Which you would laugh about years down the road as you had never given the cape back, it had ended up finding a home in your closet instead. He decided it was worth it in the end.

A/N: This little piece was written for the Rocktober event @roosterforme is hosting! Thank you everyone for reading! As always likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

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The Poe Cup Aftermath

description: as poe cup came around, you had to make a tough choice. You decided to help the Black Cats while going against your boyfriends' hall. The Black Cats won, thanks to you, but now you need to face your sore loser boyfriends.

characters: xavier thorpe x afab!reader x ajax petropolus

all characters are over 18

warnings: nsfw 18+ (minors do not interact), pet names (angel, sweetheart, baby), very little use of y/n, established relationship, established boundaries and consent, although still mentioned, aftercare, fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), safe sex implied but not mentioned, oral (m receiving), way too much scene setting, let me know if i missed anything

wordcount: 2066

You were sitting at the table, enjoying the cake and bathing in the aftertaste of winning and happiness, radiating from your friends. Although you were happy for them, there was something inside you that made you anxiously look around and dive into your thoughts from time to time.

“What’s up with them?”Yoko's voice snapped you out of your head. You followed her gaze, and there were Xavier and Ajax – rid of their joker costumes already, much to your disappointment. Xavier sat there, head down, poking the cake apathetically, while Ajax was looking at something far - looking as he was contemplating the purpose of his entire existence. “So dramatic”, you thought to yourself.

“Well, someone is being a sore loser”, you remarked, turning back to your cake.

“Their lack of planning is not an excuse to ruin a perfectly normal cake. Xavier has been dissecting it for ages.” Enid scrunched her nose. “Yuck!”

You nodded absentmindedly. To be frank, you weren’t paying much attention to the conversation – well, you were happy to be some sort of help and contribute to your friends’ win (first in ages!), but it was just a matter of time before certain they found out about your part in their lost. In your defense, you really wanted to spend some quality time with them the night before the boat race, which, amongst other things, might have contributed to the “lack of planning” leading to an inevitable downfall.

It wasn’t long until you felt a heavy gaze on your back. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, scanning the room with your eyes, until you stumbled upon Xavier’s eyes - and that’s when you knew your game was over.

You looked away quickly - too quickly for your liking - catching a glimpse of Xavier motioning to Ajax to get up. Realising you don’t have a chance to pretend to be super invested in the conversation taking place at your table, you moved on to plan B - flight.

“See you guys later, gotta go”, - you squealed, standing up awkwardly and walking hastily through the yard. You manage to get to the building, away from the crowd, getting ready to sprint down the hall, when you felt someone’s hand on your elbow, yanking you back. You recognised Xavier, although he wasn’t looking at you. Chin up, hand on your elbow, Xavier didn’t show any signs of acknowledgement of your presence. You were silently led, Ajax caging you on the other side, to Xavier’s empty dorm.

In those couple of minutes, you rehearsed your apology a dozen times. See that, it’s not like you did it to go against them. No, you just wanted to help a friend out, help Ophelia Hall, you knew Enid was getting stressed…

None of that would have gotten you out of what’s to come, though.

You felt Xavier let go of your elbow, seconds later feeling Ajax nudging on your back, trying to get you to move. Distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t realise you reached the dorm. You stumbled before the open door, walking in just a moment later.

Xavier has already made his way to the bed, sitting down, followed closely by Ajax. Ajax - your sweet, sweet Ajax - didn’t even look at you, prepping himself against the table, hands crossed at the chest.

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it before you got a chance to explain yourself.

“So”, began Xavier. “We heard some interesting rumours today at lunch, while you were celebrating Ophelia Hall victory. Have any clue what that rumour might be about?” He asked, quirking a brow at you.

You shook your head, staring at the floor - that crack in the wood over there was looking mighty entertaining.

“We’ve heard that there allegedly was someone from our hall that made it out of their way to help the Black Cats in the boat race. I wonder, who could that be?”, continued Xavier, now standing right in front of you.

You looked to the side, so you wouldn’t face any of the boys, chewing your lower lip anxiously

“Cmon, baby”, said Xavier, getting hold of your chin. “Just tell us the truth. We won’t be mad.”

“Speak for yourself”, you heard Ajax remark, causing your breath to hitch.

“I’m sorry, I-, I just wanted to help Enid out, she was so stressed…”, you began to blubber, quickly losing your train of thought.

“I don’t have time for this”, Ajax said, and seconds later you felt him grab your forearms to turn you to face his way, Xavier stepping back. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

Those words went straight to your core, causing your knees to buckle, dropping to the floor with a loud thump.

“Look at you, angel, still can follow orders. I would even say you are such a good girl listening to us and doing everything to make us feel good, but you didn’t think about it when you helped the Black Cats, did you?” Xavier snickered.

“I said, I can explain, I just-“, you began, but was once again interrupted by Ajax, who you could tell was losing his patience.

“As much as I’d love to hear your excuses, I am getting a little tired of waiting. How about you get on with it and suck me off already?” He said, unbuckling his pants and moving his boxers out of the way.

“Now be a good girl and open up. Remember what to do if you want to stop?”

You nodded, enamoured by the look of his cock - no matter how many times you saw it, something about it made every time feel like the first time.

“Words, angel”, you heard Xavier add from the back.

“Yes. Tap your thigh twice”, you said breathily, your speech faltering. Your mouth fell open and you could feel Ajax’s dick slide in, further and further, until hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

“Jeez, baby, you mouth just gets better and - f-fuck - better.” Ajax’s shaky breaths were interrupting his speech.

You whimpered quietly against his dick at the praise, vibrations causing Ajax to swear under his breath. You continued to suck him off diligently, sucking in your cheeks, paying special attention to his red tip.

“Get up”, he stopped unexpectedly, leaning back.

When you lost yourself for a second, you felt Xavier’s hands on you, raising you up. He pressed his lips harshly to yours, drawing out a moan from you.

“You’re honestly such a slut sometimes, darling”, Ajax was still out of breath.

“She is, isn’t she?”, Xavier said, pulling away from you.

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Now you were balancing on your hands and elbows on the bed, you heard bobbing up and down between Ajax’s spread legs. He reclined himself against the headboard, looking down at you. He was now shirtless, so you got to enjoy his beautiful chest and arms.

You heard clothes rustle behind you, bed dipping. Xavier’s hands made their way straight to your core. He pressed his long fingers right against your clit. Your rhythm faltered, and you pulled away, coughing.

“What’s the matter, y/n? Can even make your boyfriend feel nice without gagging? What a pity”, his fingers began to harshly circle your clothed clit. You moaned, trying to move away from the harsh touch, in the meantime putting your mouth back to work.

Xavier pulled your underwear off you, exposing your heat to the cold air, temperature difference making shivers crawl up your back. You felt his fingers slip inside - two at a time - roughly curling up to hit the spongy spot inside that made you almost see stars. Your whimpers were silenced by Ajax’s hips rutting up.

You were becoming a mess, clenching your walls around Xavier’s fingers. Xavier chuckled, continuing to pump his fingers in and out, hitting the right spot every damn time. Your legs were giving out, mouth basically falling open for Ajax to use. Rutting into the warmth of your mouth one last time, he came with a guttural groan, hands limping weakly and letting go of your hair. You swallowed his release, too distracted by chasing your own release to care.

As through a layer of water, you suddenly heard Ajax’s “Don’t you dare make her cum” and then everything stopped.

“No, no, no…” you mewled, clenching around nothing, desperate for any friction, but Xavier’s strong hands held your thighs open. You heard Ajax chuckle, looking smug and proud of himself.

“Xavi, baby, pleeease”, you whined, turning to face Xavier, tear-filled eyes and a pout - you knew he had a soft spot for that, but before you could see his reaction, Ajax spoke, grabbing your hair to pull you up to his face.

“You really think you deserve it, sweetheart? After what you pulled at the boat race? You made a decision like a big girl, now face the consequences - like a big girl.” Not giving you any time to answer, he kissed you harshly, only letting go when he felt you struggle to breath.

“You’re such a meanie sometimes, Ajax”, you murmured against his lips, although you didn’t really mean it - and he knew.

“As if that's not why you like me so much”, Ajax retorted, his impression smug. You couldn’t disagree.

“Be careful there, baby, you’re gonna give him an ego”, Xavier noted, from the back, lightening the mood a little.

You smiled softly - you loved them too much to be upset any longer - but you knew the night wasn’t over.

“You ready there, angel? Xavier’s hands crawled up your thighs, getting a good grip, bringing you back to reality. A quick “yes”, and you felt him plunge - all the way in, giving you no time to adjust. Ajax’s hand was caressing your back, another one on your clit distracting you from a noticeable stretch - two fingers wasn’t nearly enough to get you prepared - silencing your whimpers with kisses. Your vision was getting blurry and clouded with tears, the pressure on your clit not enough to make you come, but enough to get you overwhelmed with sensations.

“Oh, fuck”, Xavier panted. “I can feel her clenching already.”

You were close - dangerously close - to coming, but you knew coming without permission right now would get you into so much trouble later.

“Ajax, baby… a-argh… can I c-come? Please, I'll do anything, I just wanna c-”. You were a blubbering mess, face red with tears and hair matted to your face.

“I’ll remember to take you up on that offer some time. Now, come for us.” You cried out, eyes shut, slumping against Ajax’s chest. Xavier thrusts lost their rhythm and there he was chasing his own high.

The next few minutes all of you were silent, heavy breathing filling the room.

“You’re with us, baby?”, you heard Ajax ask, nodding ever-so-slightly.

“Jeez, my man, you really worn her out”, Ajax noted softly, looking up at Xavier.

“We did. Well, she did - me - too”.

They let you come down from your high a little longer, starting to shuffle around.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up”, Ajax asked, trying to get you up.

“No, just wanna cuddle”, you mewled, pouting at the gorgon. He watched you with soft eyes, sighing - giving up - and settling back with you, pulling you into his chest.

“I’ll bring the towel”. Xavier, still feeling his post orgasm, braced himself, pushing himself up off the bed. “Not before I get my apology kiss, though”. He turned to you, capturing your lips in his before letting go moments later.

He comes back in a minute, wet, warm towel in hands, sliding it over your body while Ajax moves you around like a ragdoll. You hissed at the sensation of the towel coming between you legs, shivering.

“Sorry, angel”, Xavier murmurs, offering you an apologetic smile.

When your boyfriends deem you clean enough to hold off showering for just some time, the three of you settle in bed - your back pressed against Ajax’s, facing Xavier.

“So, wanna tell us how you came up with your great plan?” Xavier grins widely, teeth showing between his lips.

“You know we weren’t really mad, right?” Ajax adds, his lips close to your ear. Oh, you knew, you always did. “We were upset that we lost, but never with you, alright?”

You nod, kissing each of the boys, before sitting up.

“Well”, you begin after settling in comfortably. “It all started when Enid…”

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 7 months

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Jizz Fingers║ ⓞⓝⓔⓢⓗⓞⓣⓢ

|| ꂵꍏꀤꈤ ꂵꍏꌗ꓄ꍟꋪ꒒ꀤꌗ꓄ || | PAIRING(s): alien!Joel x reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 3.2k | CONTENT: This is a crackfic. Joel is not Joel. He’s an alien that can shapeshift and isn’t into the splorgimums on their own planet. He wants to nut in you with his creampie fingers. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s not supposed to be anything but fun and sexy and silly. It’s meta. It’s tongue-in-cheek. It’s self-indulgent. If you’re not into that kinda thing then idk what to tell ya, bud.

| SYNOPSIS: u get creampied by a dick finger alien Joel Miller.

The sonorous silver ship glided above you before descending gently into a large clearing in the field ahead. Bright light flooded your vision as a hidden door pushed away from the spacecraft and revealed an occupant.

It appeared to have an amorphous, fluid corporeal form, but no matter the shape it always remained an off-white greenish gray color. Six large onyx orbs were situated near the top of the form. You assumed they must be eyes or some other sort of organ. When the greenish grey flaps snapped together and apart a few times in quick succession, you realized they were in fact lidded eyes.

A warbled voice sounded inside your mind. “Do not be afraid. I come in peace, and I stand before you with no intention of harming you.”

You realize the creature is speaking to you through your own mind.

You should be afraid, but instead you’re just fascinated and exhilarated. You aren’t sure why they’d say the same thing twice, though, just in a slightly different way. You also aren’t sure if you should respond in your head, out loud, or at all.

“That’s kinda a weird thing to say. Like, you said it twice,” you point out, speaking loudly and clearly enough that the creature can hear you.

At least, you think they can hear you. You don’t see any ears. Then again, they possess the capability of telepathic speech, and there must be some equivalent to hearing for that. You try to think what that is called or what that might be called when the creature shifts back and forth but still doesn’t approach.

“Those were two separate statements,” the voice in your mind contends firmly.

“Huh?” you ask. You’re sure you sound dumb, but you were never really going to be a match for a higher level intelligent being anyways.

“When I bust, it is peaceful for every being involved. I also greet you with good intentions,” the voice patiently clarifies.

Suddenly you are standing no more than arm’s length away from the being. “I saved your achilles the trouble,” the voice in your mind said, as if it was some huge favor.

“My achilles is fine,” you grumble awkwardly. “I know I should hit leg day more, but sometimes it’s just so–”

“Our sex organs are complimentary,” the voice interrupts. “We could perform the Divine Dance, if you’d like.”

You wanted to ask why they had to come all the way to Earth just to get laid, but you think better of it.

“The splorgimums on my planet just don’t get me,” the voice explains. You realize you said your thought aloud.

“Oh. Uh, okay. S-Sorry about that. I, uh, didn’t mean to offen–”

The creature waves a gelatinous blob arm dismissively. “No offense taken. You’re not like other splorgimums. I can tell. You’re different,” it assures you.

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks. “Oh. Well, uh–” an awkward giggle “—thank you. But I’m not really that special, here on Earth I mean. There are other women who are wayyyyyy more attractive. Oh! I know! You should try driving by Doja Cat’s house because oh my god she is so. fucking. fine. Like, if I had her in that I’m A Cow Bitch Moo costume for 5 minutes I’d—”

“No. No Doja Kitties. Only you.”

You shrug and accept their obsession with you.

“Okay. So now what? I don’t know where your Divine Dance hole is, and your floating blobs are sort of freaking me out,” you admit.

You keep tabs on the hovering goops that orbit the creature. They remind you of the time you tried to make Key Lime Jello Shots for your uncle’s cousin’s dog’s recital but added too much vodka.

“I can take the form of something pleasing to you. An earth male, perhaps? The female of your species is more difficult to capture as they are far superior.”

“So fuckin’ true,” you agree. “But, hhmmmm, a male specimen? I mean, I hate all men, but Pedro Pascal seems pretty decent. Maybe you could turn into Joel Miller? You know, from The Last of Us?”

The creature nods — you think it’s a nod — and transforms into Joel. Game Joel.

“Oh, uh, look, Pixel Daddy is fine as hell, especially in part 2, but I meant the HBO adaptation of the game. Please,” you correct.

“How’s this?” Pedro’s version of Joel’s voice asks aloud.

Your pussy bottoms out. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

You disrobe completely as you enter the spacecraft.

“I set it to 72º Fahrenheit. Is that a suitable climate for your meat suit?” Joel asks.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. Mr. Alien, could you, like, put more of the twang into his voice? And use words like he does? Like, how he sounds on the show? You know what, let’s watch a few clips to get it right.”

You pull up your account on your phone, but it takes you a minute to find it because you forgot they changed it from HBO Max Go to just Max. “So fuckin’ stupid. Purple is a better color than blue anyway,” you mumble to yourself as you pull up an episode.

The galactic creature uses some magical time skip thing to binge the entire series and gets a yucky smudge of goop on your phone screen when it attempts to find season 2.

“There’s just one season? Please tell me there’s another one,” Joel implores.

“Yeah, there’s a second season, but it’s not out yet,” you inform him.

“Damn. But you said there’s two games already? So what happens in the second game?” he asks.

“You know what, we super don’t need to get into that right now. Let’s see what you’re working with,” you quickly change the subject and grab at his crotch.

He grunts in approval. “Needy lil thing, aren’t’cha? You want my cock, baby?”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Did you use a time jump thing to read a whole bunch of Joel Miller smutfic on Tumblr?”

Joel blushes and scratches the back of his neck. “Eh, mighta read a few.”

“Oh my god, you’re gonna be super nasty and dominant, aren’t you?” you sigh.

“Only if that’s what you want, baby. I’m a consent king,” he assures you.

“Well, alright then. I want you to rawdog me and slap my ass, okay?”

He smirks and pulls you close. “I’ll give ya what I give ya, and you just gotta take it,” he grunts into your neck as he nibbles and sucks downward.

You gasp at the sensation and grind your hips into him. “Oh fuck, Joel,” you whine. “I want you to wreck me, please!”

“Gonna fill that cunt up,” he says gruffly as he gropes your ass and breasts.

“Yes, Daddy, please!” you beg.

He pauses for a moment and looks confused.

“Oh, uh, you must not have got to those kind of fics–” you cough awkwardly “–uh, anyway. Sorry. Joel. Yes, Joel, please.”

“I can sense the vibrations of your inner sex organ when you call me that. If it is sexually gratifying to you, I wholly welcome the use of it,” the original voice says inside your mind.

“Oh wow. I love that you’re not kink shaming me. Glad you didn’t make it to that side of Tumblr,” you huff in a laugh.

Joel suddenly pins you against the wall and presses his hard, clothed cock against your bare skin. Even through the denim you can tell he’s huge. Apparently all those fic writers were right all along.

“Who’s gonna fill up that pretty cunt uh’yours, huh?” he demands as he grabs the back of your neck for leverage.

“Y-You, Daddy,” you say in an aroused tremble.

“That’s fuckin’ right. When my fat cock is inside you, I better hear you singin’ some thank you’s to Daddy for fillin’ you up so good,” he warns.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your good girl,” you promise.

He flips you around without warning and pushes your chest flush against the wall.

“Even good girls need to be reminded every once in a while what happens if they don’t listen to Daddy,” he says in a low gruff.

His clothes have magically disappeared with the help of his alien outerspace boi powers. You feel him firm against your backside before a harsh slap of his palm replaces it. You jump and yelp in pain at the surprise spanking.

“Mmmm, pretendin’ you don’t want it, but I feel you pushin’ your ass back for more,” he taunts.

You whine because he’s right. You can only imagine the derisive comments he’d make if he felt how wet you are.

He lands another three harsh swats on the same patch of skin. Tears prickle up in your eyes. “D-Daddy,” you moan.

“You gonna thank Daddy for keepin’ you in line, baby?” Another swat. It stings so much you know there must be an imprint of his hand clearly outlined by your welting red flesh.

“Thank you, Daddy!” you choke out. “Th-Thank you for k-keeping me your good girl and not letting me b-be bad, Daddy. I only wanna be good for you, Daddy!” you wail.

“That’s what I like’tuh hear, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Ask Daddy to make you into his own little cocksleeve. Ask Daddy to give you this big, fat cock.”

You whimper as he slips his length between your folds and rubs back and forth in teasing passes.

“Daddy, I want you to use my pussy. I need it so bad. Please. I just wanna be your cocksleeve. Use my holes, Daddy,” you whimper.

You barely finish your sentence when he flips you around again and lines himself up with your entrance. Apparently the alien creature was just as into this as you are because their altered form reverted back to the amorphous gray green blob. You’re way too horny to be picky about it right now, so you squeeze your eyes shut. You forgot to charge your vibrator, anyway.

Their penis was more like fingers that kinda moved around randomly. You don’t know. You’re not an astrophysicist or whoever it is that would best be knowledgeable about alien wieners.

Its spongy gray appendage felt firm and slimy as it entered you. There was some sort of phantom connection to your mouth and throat as well, the sensation of its finger-penis dragging back and forth, able to be felt in both your pussy and your mouth. It was weird, but you knew if it was Joel Miller doing it then it would somehow become totally fine and very hot.

“You’re getting too lost in the sauce,” you whine. “You’re in your true form again. Change back.”

“Mmmmm, sorry, baby,” came the familiar gravelly voice once more.

When you felt brave enough to open your eyes again, you saw those familiar Wreck-It-Ralph sausage fingers and sighed in relief. The alien had changed back to your preferred form of Joel Miller as portrayed by José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal.

As much as you wanted to stare at his face, you also wanted him to dick you down through the floorboards of the ship. You wiggle to sink down onto your hands and knees. “Wanna be wide open for you, Daddy,” you pout.

He makes an approving growling noise and scrambles behind you, shoving you downward between your shoulder blades until your face is smushed into the floor. He makes no effort to warn you before slamming his entire length into you. The impact of his wide tip against your cervix is so forceful it punches the air out of your lungs. You let out a panicked, strangled moan, suddenly unsure if you were going to be able to take this dick like a champ.

Joel grabs your hips for leverage and starts pistoning rough, deep strokes into your drenched pussy. “Gaahh–Goddamn! Fuckin’ chokin’ it, honey,” he rasps in a labored voice. “Feel so fuckin’ tight for me.”

“It’s s-so big, Daddy. I dunno if I can take it,” you cry.

“You can take it. You can take it for Daddy. Be a good girl or m'gonna hafta punish you,” he cautions. As a reminder of what that might entail, he strikes your backside so hard your entire body jerks as you let out a sob.

A high pitched moan gathers in Joel’s throat as you start to accommodate his size. “Yeah, fuckin’ like that, huh? Like when Daddy spanks you? Makes ya listen?”

“You’re so good to me, Daddy!” you sob. Your arousal is practically dripping down your thighs. You listen to the hum of the engines mixing with the sounds of your drooling cunt being fed Joel’s massive cock over and over again. He grabs your wrists and pulls you upward, using your limbs like reins on a horse. You have no control over the depth of penetration in these positions, and Joel is opting for nothing less than utterly devastating your pussy.

“M’gonna give you these fingers, too, baby. Know you can take it,” he pants.

He releases your arms and lets you scramble to catch yourself before faceplanting.

“Hey! You could’ve at least–”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth and take what Daddy gives you,” he snarls.

You whine and clench around him. You feel a boogery churro type object prodding at your asshole. You turn your head quickly enough to see the creature has let Joel’s arm halfway revert back into the wiggly blobby thing.

“Did I say you could turn around?” he barks. He spanks you again with his 100% Joel hand, hard enough that you know there are pinpricks of blood beginning to seep through.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” you scream.

You feel him now inside both holes. It’s overwhelming and amazing. The phantom throat thing is back again, and you like how you gag even with an “empty” mouth.

“Got enough for every hole you got and then some, sweetheart,” he practically slurs. He sounds completely wrecked.

You feel your lower belly heating up and quickly tightening.

“Oh my fucking god, Joel. I’m getting so close,” you gasp.

“THAT AIN’T MY FUCKIN’ NAME WHEN I’M STUFFIN’ YOU WITH MY COCK, SWEETHEART,” he grits out as he wraps his hand around the front of your throat and squeezes.

When your breaths quickly become hard to take, you know you’re going to come soon.

“I want your space juice inside me, Daddy!” you cry out, not caring if you’re breaking the illusion. You still needed to be clear and consensual in your approach to this intimate exchange, and you needed to address the weird topic of whether or not your birth control could do effective hand to hand combat with spaceboi cum.

“Our sexual organs are compatible, but our reproductive hormones and liquids are not,” the voice explained in your mind.

The Jim Carrey baby grinch was kinda cute, but you still felt better knowing you weren’t going to birth a little green gremlin alien baby. (Although you did think Victor or Clementine would be nice names.)

“Put a baby in me, Daddy! Fuck your baby into me!” you beg now that you know you can’t actually get pregnant.

“Uh, I mean, there’s just so much pregnancy fic out there,” Joel hedges carefully, still maintaining his merciless thrusts. “You don’t really wanna make this into a whole thing do you? Ya know, with the pregnancy storyline and stuff? Some users have actually said they prefer—”

“No, Joel, I’m not actually—” you interrupt in a huff “—I’m just saying it to be sexy. It sounds sexy. Besides, there’s some fic writers who basically only write creampies but none of their characters ever seem to get pregnant. It’s kinda wild. There’s a fic writer I can think of right now, actually. She loves creampies so much.”

“So she’s just really into pussy gettin’ drenched but nobody’s gotta deal with babies? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal if ya ask me,” he approves.

“Yeah, I think the only pregnancy fic she has is, like, this really nasty oneshot where the reader is already pregnant and she gets double teamed by Tommy and you at the same time. Oh and she lactates. I wasn’t into it at first, but it was kinda hot. Maybe you’ve read it? The author calls herself Puddles?”

“Oh, her? That Gasoline Rainbow lady? I thought she just made memes?” He sounds surprised and impressed. He’s hitting your cervix repeatedly with such force that you feel like your vagina is going to look like somebody dropped a tray of lasagna on a pubic hair linoleum floor.

“No, she actually has, like, legit fic on there, too. She’s, like, really talented. I can’t believe she doesn’t have more followers,” you laugh incredulously.

You’re glad he doesn’t ask how you would know how many followers she has since that isn’t publicly available information. You hate it when plot holes have to be smoothed out nicely and still fit in with the story. It’s so boring and way too much work sometimes.

“Maybe stuff like alien jizz fingers is a little too much for people to–”

“Okay, this is getting too meta. Let’s just get back to you fucking me so rough I can’t walk right for an entire week, okay?”

“Hnngg, fuck yeah. Daddy’s gonna wreck this cunt,” he hisses as his thrusts pick up pace.

“DADDY, I’M GONNA COME,” you cry as you start clenching and seizing around the massive circumference of his cock.

Joel lets out a guttural, choked moan as he empties inside you. You can feel it from his weird creampie fingertips, too — even the invisible one in your mouth and throat. You’re trembling, trying to keep yourself upright as Joel fucks into you through his orgasm. You lick your lips. There’s a flavor there. Is that….?

“You like Daddy’s brisket cum, sweetheart?” he grunts as his thrusts slow to a sloppy grind.

“I thought I tasted barbecue,” you muse. It was bewildering, but mostly satisfying.

“Yeah, tastes just like those Fourth of July backyard get-togethers you love in that Texas heat,” he breathes. "You runnin' around in barely anything, makin' me hafta adjust myself so your dad don't catch his best friend ogling his precious daughter."

“I’m starting to think you read more fic than you admitted to earlier,” you assert.

“I like it, darlin’,” he shrugs.

“Are you gonna follow Puddles now? Oh! Can you do a mind link thing with her and see what she’s working on next?” you implore.

Joel appears to zone out for a minute, and you take the opportunity to stare at his naked body. He looked perfect. His eyes focused again as he looked at you.

“Her waveforms are erratic and very concerning, but once I subdued a Brain Goblin inside her mind I was able to discern she is likely to be releasing some Ezra from Prospect centered fictional stories,” the voice inside your head revealed. "They are very sexually aggressive."

“Nice,” you say under your breath.

“So you gonna let me have that sweet pussy again, sweetheart?” Joel drawls.

“Yes. But I’m going to need you to familiarize yourself with Pedro’s extensive works. I’m thinking we could do some really great Mando roleplay in this spaceship,” you say with a big smile as you gesture around.

Joel smirks at you. “Don’t matter what form I take. You’re still gonna be callin’ me Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you agree with a big grin.

I hope those splorgimums understand what they lost bc that's our man now! Special thanks to Multiversed Daydreamer (Fuzz) for inspiring part of the title and @xdaddysprincessxx for the shared derangement over That Old Man™.

Undying thanks to @psychedelic-ink and @bonezone44 for writing some of my fave ~aLtErNaTiVe KiNk CoNtEnT~ and inspiring me to let my brain run wild with this crackfic.

Art in graphic includes transformed works of the Mucinex booger man.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

P.S. - I counted how many times "Daddy" appears in this, and it's 29.

tagging: @wannab-urs, @gracieispunk, @milla-frenchy, @patti7dc. @lumoverheaven, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog, @toxicanonymity, @rubyfruitjungle, @huffle-punk, @jupiter-soups, @swiftispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings

#crackfic #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #tlou fic

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piratefishmama · 11 months

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Crossing the Line | Part 13

“You’re wearing that?”

“Yes, I’m wearing this, this has been a focus point ever since I mentioned it, it’s an inside joke at this point Robbie, we have an inside joke already! I’m wearing this.” He was wearing the sweater vest. It was a running gag at that point, and it was the perfect opportunity to wear it. Eddie had messaged him that morning (okay so, more like just gone 2pm) apologising for not texting back sooner even though Steve didn’t need an apology because Eddie had told him that after gig diner food was a thing.

He didn’t expect Eddie to spend any time texting him during a band tradition. Band traditions were sacred.

“But… but it’s so—”

“Me. It’s me. It’s so very me. So I’m going to have this date, as me. Not in costume like last night, I’m going as me, and… and he’s going to like it… he’s going to like it, right?” Somewhere during that tiny ramble, Robin’s eyes softened, all her hard edges wearing away like rocks beaten by the sea.

“… Yeah Stevie, you look perfect, he’s gonna love it. An if he doesn’t, well… I’ll beat him up.” She’d seen him, she could take him.

“Haha, I don’t think your date will approve of that, she’s like… his best friend or something, so you gotta be nice to him.”

“Hey, bros before hoes, Steve, that’s the rule. He fucks it up? Imma shove that wet rat back in the sewer where he belongs, my poor love life be damned.”

He loved Robin. With everything he had. He loved her. She was like the sister he’d never had, a twin separated at birth.

She came to him when he had no-one, when he was circling the drain about to slip, it’d been such a crazy happenstance meeting her, she wasn’t rich. She didn’t come from some crazy rich family. She came from a small town in rural Indiana, she didn’t have siblings, her parents were ex-hippies for crying out loud.

She was just, Robin. And she’d been there by a single stroke of luck, she’d been there. Passing by the club he’d been in at the time, she’d caught him as he’d stumbled out, bleary eyed and confused having taken something… of which he had no idea. Tommy Hagan, a budding actor running on his parents coattails, had given it to him, said it’d loosen him up.

Then… well, the exact details were a little blurry, but he remembered pushing someone’s handsy hands away from him and stumbling out of the club directly into Robin.

She’d gotten him a cab, taken him home and made sure he was okay. She’d stayed with him, all night. She hadn’t had to, she didn’t know him, he didn’t know her, hell, she could have taken photo after photo and sold them to whoever paid the most, she’d have made thousands, millions to the right magazines, but she’d stayed with him all night instead, then made him breakfast the morning after.

A greasy fry up thing that settled his stomach right down.

She’d introduced herself, being a stranger in his kitchen, and explained what’d happened, awkwardly rambling about how she’d called her parents to ask about symptoms and what to do cause they’d know, and that she’d taken care of him, so he didn’t wind up hurting himself, she’d even hurriedly shown him her phone, scrolling through photos he never asked to see just to prove that she hadn’t taken anything of him.

Half a week later he was inviting her to a charity gala thing he’d been invited to, then to an awards show, then to a dinner thing where she’d awkwardly come out to him on the bathroom floor panicking over how she thought he was interested in her with how much he wanted her around, and while yes, maybe he’d had a small crush on her to begin with, it very quickly, very easily evolved into something else as she explained.

Then, event after event as Steve shed the weight of his horribly unhealthy ‘friends’, they became a package deal, Steve, and Robin, where one went, the other wouldn’t be far behind.

And she wouldn’t let anyone hurt him again. Especially not some jumped up little music snob who could only get gigs in dive bars.

“C’mere Robbie” Steve pulled her in, even as she hissed her complaints, citing her outfit, her hair, he knew by the way she reciprocated that hug that she was just complaining for the sake of it “love you”

“Love you too dingus. Now… are you going with contacts or glasses?”

He chose glasses, he ran a hand through his hair a few times, shooed Robin off for her own date, something she had no input on because Chrissy had insisted on taking her to ‘see the city’ properly, giving Steve just enough time to put the finishing touches on dinner. A simple chicken and bacon creamy pasta dish, nothing too heavy and the ingredients were easy to find.

The only concern he’d had was whether or not Eddie ate meat, and a quick text to Chrissy answered that question.

The door buzzer signalled the end of his internal countdown. Eddie responded to his simple “hello?” with a funny little

“Metalhead delivery for Mr Superstar~!” That Steve couldn’t help but giggle at, still smiling when Eddie eventually made it to the door, and when his eyes lit up when that door opened, big, beautiful browns falling on his sweater vest, a big, dimpled grin blossoming on his lips and his voice, full of glee announcing “Sweater vest for Eddie!” Steve knew he was a goner.

He was done for. He’d fallen for a silly metalhead and he didn't want to get up.

Part 15

#PirateWrites #Crossing the Line #no upside down au #steddie

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy. | e. olsen

summary: in which a disrespectful interviewer causes lizzie to feel the need to show you just who you belong to.

warnings: top!lizzie, jealousy (obvi), brief arguing, oral, fingering, strap-on (all r receiving bc you are a bottom here and irl, deal with it), overstimulation, ooshy gooshy pussy wussy tingz, straight up porn

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

The interview had been going smoothly so far. The woman had only stuck to questions about the movie. You and Lizzie's publicists had well warned all the interviewers that day to not ask anything related to your relationship. If they weren't told to not ask, all your interviews would consist of them invading your privacy. It was hard having a relationship in the public eye, but most of the interviewers had been respectful.

Except this one.

She was the last interviewer of the day, and while her questions were rather boring, you were grateful they weren't too deep and didn’t required too much cognitive thought. You didn't think you could answer one more question about how you get into character, or even worse, Downey's luxury trailer that everyone was asking every member of the cast about.

When the woman looked to you and said, "Now y/n, I've been meaning to ask you something very important," you gritted your teeth and braced for her to ask about you and Lizzie's relationship. Lizzie, who was sat right beside you, even quietly sighed in expectance of the same thing. To your surprise, she asked something much worse. "Please tell me how you manage to squeeze into that tight suit."

Your eyebrows raised in shock. The suit your character wore was a very form-fitting one, tight indeed. You opened your mouth to answer, but she added, "I mean, don't get me wrong. None of us are complaining. If we're really being honest here," she leaned forward and placed her notecards over her mouth to playfully whisper, "It's really the only reason I go watch these movies."

She leaned away from you and laughed, and you politely laughed with her, feeling your cheeks burn red. You couldn't help yourself--you stole a glance to Lizzie. She was wearing a loose white button-up with the first few buttons open, the collar flared casually at her shoulders. Her dirty blonde hair rested in a wave down her chest, and you noticed the way she was pursing her lips and squinting at the interviewer as if expecting her to explain herself.

You quickly glanced away. "Um... well, they tailor the suit to fit me—the wonderful heads of the costume department work really hard to—"

The interviewer bluntly interrupted you, "You look incredibly sexy in all these movies. I mean, just sitting here in front of you all I can picture is that suit and, wow!" She giggled rather tackily and fanned herself with the notecards as if she was overheating.

You weren't good with these kinds of situations, so you just opted to match her energy to not come off as rude. You laughed and rubbed your sweaty palms over the pants of your jumpsuit before crossing your legs. "Well, thank you. I, um, really appreciate it."

With another glance to Lizzie, you noticed her giving a smile that only you could realize was fake. She was looking off towards the camera, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. You could tell she was trying to not look too irritated.

"Now, I haven't seen the movie yet," the interviewer continued, "And I know you can't tell us much about it, but I have been seeing a lot of discourse online about a possible nude scene?"

Your face went bright red at such a forward question, and Lizzie cleared her throat, putting her chin in her hand and staring hard at the interviewer with nothing but daggers in her eyes. She was biting her lip to keep from sassing off, and you almost wished she would so that you didn't have to answer the question.

"Well, this is a Marvel movie, so I think that pretty much answers the question," you awkwardly laughed, feeling like all the air had gone out of the room. Lizzie's anger was basically radiating off her, and she wasn't even trying to hide it anymore, basically scowling at the clueless woman.

"Ugh!" the interviewer sighed, "I was really hoping it was true."

You tightened your lips and simply nodded, also becoming irritated, but mostly nervous because you felt you could basically hear Lizzie's thoughts.

"Very sorry to disappoint," you said as politely as you could, clasping your palms together.

Lizzie licked her lips and leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and legs, obviously deciding to tune out the rest of the interview. You answered the rest of her questions as best you could, even having to answer for Lizzie a few times because you knew if Lizzie opened her mouth, nothing but insults would come out.

The ride home was, as expected, quiet. They usually were after those long press days when you had spoken so much all day that you reveled in just existing wordlessly next to one another in peaceful quiet. Lizzie held your hand as she drove the both of you home, but you could tell she was still mad. It seemed like she was mad at you, actually, which you felt she had no reason to be. Not wanting to get her all angry while she was driving, you waited until you arrived home to ask her about it.

Lizzie tossed her car keys onto the entrance table and immediately went into the kitchen. You set your bag down and followed her, watching her reach into the wine cabinet and take out a bottle and a glass.

"Don't tell me you're mad at me," you started off hot, crossing your arms. She was turned away from you as she wordlessly poured herself a glass of wine. "Really? The silent treatment?"

Lizzie brought the glass towards her mouth before pausing to sigh. "I don't wanna talk about it." Her voice was deeper than usual, monotonous and bitter.

You ignored her request. "How am I supposed to control what people say to me? I'm not God."

Lizzie turned towards you just to roll her eyes. "Don't be dramatic."

"Me being dramatic?" you scoffed. "You're taking your anger out on me for something that isn't my fault."

"Well maybe I wouldn't be so angry if you hadn't flirted back with her," she snapped before taking a heavy sip of her wine.

Your eyes widened at her accusation. Stomping towards you, you took the glass right out of her mouth and set it down on the counter. She wiped away the wine that had spilled on her lips and stared vehemently down at you.

"Lizzie, how was I flirting back with her?" you asked her calmly, not wanting to get into your first screaming match with her. You could tell she was upset, and this was the first time something like this happened.

Lizzie was not up for matching your calmness. "Thank youuuu, I appreciate it so muchhhhh," she mocked what you had said in the interview in a high-pitched tone while batting her eyelashes. "Oh, I'm so sorry to disappoint youuuu, awww." She rolled her eyes and walked away from you.

Your appalled eyes followed her. "I did not say it like that!"

"You did," she muttered as she went up the stairs. You quickly followed right behind her, where she led you into the bedroom.

She went to the mirror in front of the dresser and started pulling off her rings and earrings, setting them down on top of the wooden surface. You kicked your heels off and tossed them in the corner. "You're being ridiculous," you mumbled as you took your own jewelry off and set it on the nightstand.

"So now I'm ridiculous?" Lizzie echoed you as she started to unbutton her blouse in front of the mirror, discreetly watching you in it.

"That's what I said," you snapped, slamming your necklace down on the nightstand and looking at her through the mirror.

"You know what?!" Lizzie exclaimed once her shirt was all the way unbuttoned, turning around to look at you. You could see her black bra and toned stomach through the opening in her shirt. She started to undo the button of her black pants as she exclaimed, "I am SO sorry for not liking the thought of another person thinking about you naked."

"Lizzie, that's just something you're gonna have to fucking deal with!" you yelled right back at her as you reached behind to undo your jumpsuit, struggling to reach the zipper at the top. "I mean, have you SEEN the shit people write about you on Tumblr?!"

Lizzie kicked her pants off and sighed, watching you struggle with your jumpsuit. It was true, after all. Maybe she was being irrational. Maybe her anger made her remember your responses to the interviewer's outrageous questions as something they were not.

After watching you struggle, she scoffed and came closer to you, turning you around sharply. You stumbled slightly under the force of her hand, scoffing right back at her as she moved your hair away from your back and gently undid the zipper of your suit.

"She knew not to talk about our relationship, which means she knew we were together, which means she blatantly disrespected that right in front of me," Lizzie said quietly, pulling your zipper all the way down to your lower back before sliding the silky fabric off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, revealing just your lacy underwear. It just so happened to be a pair she picked out for you recently, and seeing that you chose to wear them that day was enough to make her feel like an asshole.

You slowly turned around to stare up at her from under your brows. "You're really going to let some bimbo get you all riled up?"

Lizzie pursed her lips and raked her eyes over your figure. You reached up and pulled her blouse off her, pushing her hair behind her shoulders so you could wrap your arms around them. She slid her arms around your torso and sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry," she whispered, a shadow of a smile crossing her lips.

"You should be," you playfully jested as her hands roamed over your ass, her thumbs hooking the hem of your panties and tugging them downwards.

A smirk glowed on her face as she bit the inside of her cheek, eyes falling down your figure. "I'm the one who gets to see you naked," she whispered as she began to tug your panties farther down over your thighs. She stepped closer to you, moving you towards the bed until your ass pressed against it. With a hand to your chest, she slowly pushed you onto the bed and stood between your legs, pulling your underwear down your knees while her dark eyes drank in the sight of you. "Do you think she believes she could fuck you better than I can?"

The initial smile on your face faded. "Lizzie, don't go in circles with me. You said you were sorry, so can we please stop talking about—"

Your panties dropped to the floor, and she harshly jerked your legs wide open. The force cut your sentence off with a quick exhalation of breath, but you still shot her daggers anyway.

"I want you to answer me," she lulled, pressing her palms flat on your knees and gliding them down to your inner thighs. "Do you think she could fuck you better than I can?" Her voice lowered seriously, which brought a shiver in your spine.

You sat up on your elbows. "Lizzie, no."

Instantly, she pushed you back down much harder than the first time. Your breath gasped from your lungs as your back hit the mattress, and through your peripheral vision you watched Lizzie lower to the ground. Raising your head, your eyes met hers. Her face was hovering between your thighs, arms laying flat on your hips so that her hands could reach the handles of your waist and squeeze.

"We'll see how you really feel once I'm done with you," she husked before dropping her head to press a kiss to your inner thigh. You jolted at the feeling, taking a deep breath as she started to ferociously kiss and bite your tender flesh. Her fingertips dug into your waist as her mouth moved further upwards, but instead of moving to where you were growing needy for her, she skipped a few kisses across your mound before attaching to your other inner thigh.

Your breathing grew heavy as Lizzie continued this torture until finally she rose up a bit and centered her mouth right above your core. She opened her mouth and fanned her warm breath over you, causing you to shiver.

"Lizzie," you breathed, looking down at her dreadfully. She raised her eyebrows impishly before letting her tongue lick a line over the left side of your slit, getting all but what you wanted. She administered the same torture to the right side, and her tongue being so close to your area that was growing wetter and wetter was driving you crazy. Just her warm breath fanning on your clit was killing you.

"Stop teasing!" you whined quietly, pouting and bucking your hips up towards her face. She quickly pressed your hips back down onto the mattress and shot you a threatening glare.

Finally, she pressed her tongue into your clit firmly. "Oh," you sighed, your head falling back onto the mattress as she drew long strides up your slit with your tongue, collecting all your wetness. Lizzie moaned at the taste of you, her own breaths getting heavier. She focused on your clit, giving it soft kitten licks with the tip of her tongue. Your knees bent up around her, feet planting on her shoulders for support.

Her hands slid to your thighs and braced them around her head as she devoured you. Your juices were mixing with her saliva and coating all your surrounding skin. When her tongue, warm and thick, slid to your entrance and pressed inside, the gasp that struck from your throat into the air was inevitable. She pressed her tongue as far inside you as possible, opening her jaws wide to allow a deeper angle. Her tongue lapped around your walls, soaking itself in your cum.

"Lizzie," you whined, hands finding her soft hair and tangling themselves in it. Your hips were grinding up against her face now, and when her fingers moved down to rub your clit simultaneously, the room started to spin.

The air grew thick and heavy as she pleasured you, keeping your arching hips as still as she could with one hand. You nearly cried when her tongue slid out of you and her fingers moved away, but she was only switching positions. Now, her lips were sucking onto your clit, and her two middle fingers dove into you, jutting so hard that her knuckles slammed against you. Her fingertips curled instantly upon their arrival inside, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"Fuck!" you whined, back arching off the bed as she began thrusting her fingers in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your wetness filled the room, along with your soft moans and Lizzie's occasional grunt. When a third finger was pushed inside of you, you could feel a swirling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You ground your hips into her, taking all that she was giving you. Right when you were on the precipice, Lizzie stood up and wiped her mouth, sucking your juice off her fingers until they were clean.

The absence of her mouth and fingers left you feeling empty and agitated. You whined and covered your face with your hands, letting your legs fall against the side of the bed. "Please," you begged, removing your hands and opening your eyes to see that Lizzie was reaching into the closet. You sat up on your elbows, watching her as she pulled a harness over her legs, a long and thick dildo swinging from her crotch. She turned to you, her hair cascading over her shoulder as she sauntered towards you with her strap in her hand.

"If I can't show her that you're mine," she began, and while the mention of the interviewer brought you more dread, you felt excitement within you when she slid an arm under you and pulled you sharply so that your ass was hanging off the very edge of the bed. She stood upright and looked down to align her strap with your entrance, nearly seething through her lower teeth as she finished, "I'll show you."

Lizzie's strap slid inside your wet and already throbbing hole to the very hilt, filling you up entirely inside. Your mouth flew open, fists grabbing at the sheets as she began jackhammering into you. Your legs lifted weakly around her, and she grabbed hold of your ankles and lifted them to her shoulders so that your legs were straight up in the air. The angle allowed her to push deeper inside you, her strap stretching your walls out around it. You were seeing stars as she pounded you, your entire body moving along with her motions.

"You're mine and no one else's," Lizzie grunted in punctuation to her thrusts, clenching her teeth and watching the way your face contorted in pleasure. "I get to fuck you. It's my cock that fucks you—no one else's." She let out a shaky breath and started to slam faster into you. "You're mine and so is this pussy. Just look how wet you are for me."

Indeed, your slick had coated the inside of your thighs and was now rubbing off on hers, shiny threads clinging to her strap each time it slid out before diving back in again. As if she couldn't torture you anymore, her fingers found your burning clit and rubbed it.

Your ankles hooked around her neck, knees squeezing shut as you became overstimulated. There was so much pressure inside you that you felt as if you could cum, but she had you stuck right on the edge. She shoved your knees apart again, grabbing your hips and slamming them towards you. She pushed you back up before pulling you onto her again, jutting her hips forward to burrow as deeply into you as possible. There was a cocky grin on her face as she started this pattern of slamming you onto her with each of her thrusts. The force was blissful and painful, and it was enough to send you over that edge only moments after.

"Lizzie!" you whined as you came, arching entirely off the bed and trying to squeeze your legs shut again. She kept them wide open around her, painfully gripping your calf. She fucked you right through your first orgasm, keeping herself inside you as she kneeled onto the bed and adjusted you further up the mattress.

Kneeling over you, she bent your legs to your chest, effectively folding you in half before resuming her merciless pace. You were on bordering tears now as her cock destroyed your sensitive and burning pussy. Lizzie's cool hand caressed the side of your hot cheek, offering slight respite before you came for her again, cumming hard around her cock as tears spilled from your eyes.

"That's right, cry for me," she husked, the dirtiness in her voice heightening your climax. You were grabbing desperately onto her back, her thrusts slowing to coax you down from your height.

Lizzie finally stopped, still holding the rather painful position as she watched you gasp for breath. She was panting too, but her eyes sparkled as she admired you. Her thumb swiped a tear from your cheek, and for a moment you thought she was done.

To your unified despair and delight, she pulled out only to flip you onto your stomach and enter you again. The feeling made you cry out as her cock buried inside your tired pussy, her hips laying flat against your ass. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head up as she ground herself deeply inside you. Her mouth arrived to your neck and kissed it hungrily, smearing her spit all over you.

"Lizzie, please," you whined, shifting your legs as the unbearable pressure inside you grew larger every second she fucked you. She was thrusting her hips hard against your ass, rubbing her half-naked body atop yours as she bit at your neck. Her free hand came to your throat and glided upwards over your chin, her fingers slipping into your open mouth. Your face was burning red at how dirty it was that she made you suck on her fingers as she fucked you, even though you were desperate for relief.

"Just one more for me, baby," she lilted against your ear, her warm breath fanning over your face. "Keep sucking," she commanded you, pushing her fingers farther into your mouth. You could faintly taste yourself from when she had fingered you, but all of your senses were too overwhelmed to notice.

Finally, she moved her fingers out of your mouth to reach that arm underneath you, moving her now wet fingers to your clit and rubbing it hard. She pressed her face against your shoulder as she reached below you, still humping into you.

It was all too much. Both of your naked, warm bodies rubbing together. Her hips slamming into your ass. Her cock filling you up completely. Her fingers circling your bruised clit. It was enough to send you into yet another orgasm, burying your face into the mattress and screaming as Lizzie kissed your shoulder.

"Mmmm," she hummed in satisfaction as you cried into the sheets, your body going limp beneath hers. She finally stopped, keeping her face pressed into your shoulder for leverage as she lifted her hips and undid the harness, carefully kicking it onto the floor without accidentally kicking you.

Once the harness was gone, she lifted up and gently turned you over onto your back. Your makeup was smeared all across your face now, mascara smudged under your eyes and flaming red cheeks. She went to lay between your legs, but you slammed them shut and twisted them to the side so that she wouldn't. Lizzie chuckled at the action but respected it, instead laying over your hips and wrapping her arms around your twisted torso.

She pecked kisses against your cheek, humming with each one, moving towards your mouth before giving you a gentle kiss there. You were too dazed to even comprehend the kiss, which made her grin.

"Is that what people write about me on Tumblr?"

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #lesbian #lgbt #marvel #smut #nsft #top!lizzie #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #scarlet witch

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box-of-roses · 3 months

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♡ Synopsis: This clumsy goof wasn’t looking where he was going and bumped into you. Because of how bad he felt he helped you put up the school play posters all over school.

♡ Characters: Lev, Y/N, background characters

♡ Possible Warnings: mentions of eating

♡ Words: 1.4K

It had already been a long day and you were not happy at being told you had to stay after school to put up posters. Of course you were excited for the upcoming show. Who wouldn’t be? Well you know but that’s besides the point. It had been a long day of helping paint sets, sew costumes, and figuring out makeup for the cast. All you wanted to do now was go home.

Unfortunately for you though you still had two boxes of posters to hang up. You skipped the song currently playing in your headphones and took another stack of posters from the box. You were getting into a groove and got excited at how close you were getting to being done. Luck was just not on your side though as you were suddenly knocked down. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” You yelled and sat back up. Your brow furrowed and lips tightened into a line at the mess of papers in front of you.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going! Let me help you with that!” The person who knocked you over helped you pick up the papers and place them back into a neat pile. “I’m Lev by the way.” He held out his hand. Only now had you gotten a good look at the perpetrator. He was nice looking, his eyes held your gaze as you slowly reached out to shake his hand.

“Y/N.” He smiled at that and helped pull you up. If you hadn’t saw how clumsy he was you might have been intimidated by how tall he was.

“I’m really sorry for knocking you down, do you need any more help?” You sighed and shook your head.

“Not unless you want to help me put these up.” You joked and picked up a pile of posters. Much to your surprise though he took the pile out of your arms and started to put them on walls.

“I can do that!” He gave you a kind smile. You stood there in shock as you watched him put posters up. He looked quite happy doing so as well. You shook your head and started your music again. At least you could go home much earlier with the help. You kept one ear free though in case he wanted to talk.

To your surprise though he let you quietly hang up the rest of the posters. He had the last one which is when he finally started talking again. “I enjoyed this. Let me know if you ever need help again. I’m on the volleyball team if you need to find me.” He smiled and left you standing there awkwardly. Unsure of what to do you broke down the boxes and threw them away before heading home.

Now you were hoping to have forgotten about the boy but he had plagued your dreams. You really didn’t need to get caught up in boys right now. Just as quickly as he entered your life he arrived yet again. This time it was at lunch. To say you weren’t expecting it was an understatement.

“Lev?”

“Hey! You remembered my name! Y/N! I just wanted to apologize for the other day again. I told my team what happened and they said I should apologize again.” He bowed his head and looked genuinely sorry.

“You didn’t have to apologize again. You helping with the posters yesterday was an apology enough.” He rose back up quickly, a wide smile lighting up his face.

“Thank you! I’ll see you around Y/N.” You could feel your face heating up as you got ready for the onslaught of teasing from your friends. He turned back around and went to go presumably back to his team.

“So, do you want to explain?” One of your friends unhelpfully chimed in. This only fueled your embarrassment.

“He accidentally knocked me over yesterday and helped me out the rest of the posters up. Really. That’s all. Nothing happened. We didn’t even talk while it was happening.”

“Careful or I might think you’re disappointed by that. You could try talking to him yourself if you’re that upset about it.” To say the thought hadn’t crossed your mind would be lying. Of course you had thought about going to the gym to see him again. Aww, young love. Wait, what were you thinking? Love? No. Much too soon for that. You resumed eating your lunch and battling with your head to see if you would go to the gym or not.

That brings us to now. Obviously the less rational part of you won. Hence why you’re at the gym now with a water and workout bar. You were just about to turn around when the giant saw you. He seemed so happy. How could you walk away now? You couldn’t. You smiled back at him and held up the water and grain bar. He looked even more ecstatic if it was even possible. Since he was still in the middle of practice though you quietly slipped in and sat on the bleachers.

Once he got a free moment he rushed over to you. “Y/N! I’m so glad to see you again!” He looked like he was going to hug you but one look at your face made him second guess that.

“It’s good to see you again too Lev!” You handed him the bottle of water and the grain bar. “A thank you for helping with the posters.” You turned your head away from him and your lips tightened into a thin line.

“You didn’t have to. Thank you though! I should be the one thanking you for forgiving me.” He happily took the grain bar and water though. In the blink of an eye his snack was gone and the water was half full. “You know, if you hadn’t shown up in the middle of practice I don’t think my friends would’ve believed me.” Now you were confused again. Believe him?

“Believe you about what?”

“That a pretty person gave me presents.” Now you were really flustered. How could people just say things like that. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Uh oh, how to fix this?

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable Lev,” you quickly shook your hands. “I promise, I just got a little flustered. It’s not everyday someone calls you pretty to your face.” He seemed happy about that but when was he not?

“I’m glad I didn’t make you uncomfortable! Hey you wanna stay for practice and I can walk you home after?” That definitely did not help the situation.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to.”

“I want to! I want to get to know you better.” He seemed really hopeful. You nodded and a whistle blew. His sign to get back to practice. “I’ll see you after practice then Y/N!” He really was a dork. But like an adorable one? Like he was so clumsy but it was endearing. After all, his clumsiness is how you met.

Finally, practice had ended. It was late and you were hoping to get home earlier but you didn’t want to disappoint Lev. You were starting to care for him. Even though it had been such a small amount of time. “Alright! I’m here, we can go home! Sorry to have kept you waiting!” He was all showered and dressed in uniform. He grabbed your school bag along with his and waited for you to get up. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. Thanks for getting my stuff. I could’ve carried it you know.”

“I know but I wanted to carry it. To make up to you for waiting so long.”

“Seems like all you’re doing is making up to me?” You teased him. You two talked about the most random things on the walk home. You were passing a store when he stopped.

“Can we go in there really quick?” You nodded and headed inside with him. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He set both of your belongings on a table near the entrance and started off.

By the time he came back he seemed much more chipper but there was also a wave of nervousness. “I know it’s only been a day but.” He pulled his hands out from behind his back. He held a bouquet of flowers and a box of strawberries. “Would you like to go on a proper date with me?”

You didn't have any words. After a moment, which felt like an eternity to him, you cleared your throat and spoke up. “That sounds lovely. Sorry it took so long to respond. I was in shock.” He let out a sigh and you took the flowers and strawberries. He picked up your things and you guys continued the walk home. This time with your hands and souls much more intertwined.

I’ve never written for Lev before but I hope you liked it. My askbox is open so request if you would like to. Love you guys! If you want to read anything else I’ve written you can find it in my Masterlist

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated

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#haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #lev haiba x reader #lev x reader #haikyuu x reader

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pumpkinpatch-yanderestories · 7 months

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Yandere! Spirit Of Halloween x Reader

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October 31st. It was a big day for your town, people were flooding the street wearing their Halloween costumes, kids laughing loudly in the streets holding their pumpkin pails talking about how much candy they're going to get. It was a big night!...... Just one problem for you. You're stuck inside due to your parents not letting you leave and forcing you to babysit your younger sibling, Toby.

You huff while scrolling on your phone, your brother watching some random kids show he seems to enjoy. The brightly colored characters and overly-cheery songs annoying you more, only making you dread the rest of the night more than you already were. Not long after, being the semi-forgetful person you were, you hear a knock on the door, you forgot to shut off the porch light, and knowing the rules of halloween, porch light on equals candy.

Rubbing your temples, you stand up and head towards the door knowing you'd have to explain to some kids that you didn't have any candy and you had to leave the porch light on for your parents so they could see once they got home. Opening the door rather quickly, instead of a bunch of children at the door you see a rather tall looking man, he looked sort of odd, even for it being halloween, he had a carved pumpkin on his head, a dark red dress shirt with a rather long grim reaper like cloak, black slacks and the most formal looking dress shoes for a custome on.

Sheepishly looking at the man, you notice a candle in his hand, clearing your throat awkwardly you finally speak

'Hi? Listen, I don't have any candy, I have to leave the porch light on for my parents so they ca-'

He holds a finger up to the pumpkins mouth, tilting his head ever so slightly, he speaks after a moment of silence, a deep seductive yet formal voice leaving the empty cavern of what's supposed to be the mouth

"You don't need to explain, little bat"

Your eyes widen at what seems to be a pet name the stranger has given you. You stand there awkwardly before Toby runs up to the door and looks at the stranger, a smile on his small chubby cheeked face, the stranger leans down and reaches into his left sleeve pulling out a lollipop with a jack-o-lantern face on it. Toby immediately snatches it from the stranger and runs off into the house, in a panic you run after Toby

'Take that out of your mouth right now Toby! You don't take candy from strangers!'

Without even realizing you lost your brother somewhere in the house. It was eerily quiet, not even a slight giggle of a mischievous child could be heard from a corner of the house, you make your way back down to the front door only for the stranger to be gone, it was like he wasn't there. Forgetting about the strange male you shut the door and try to search for your little brother, looking around every corner of the house, even looking for him at his favorite hiding spots during hide-and-seek. Not a single trace of your brother could be found, a sinking feeling was in your chest, it felt heavy, and like you couldn't breath.

Your vision was blurry from the tears that had started to form and fall down your cheeks, it was so quiet in the house, just pure dreaded silence, until KNOCK-KNOCK. You look up at the door, scuffling towards it and looking through the peephole, the pumpkin headed man was there again, you slide down on the door and hug your knees close to your chest. KNOCK-KNOCK it was a bit louder this time, the silence was almost deafening until all you could hear was KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK.

"Come on sweet fangs, let me in~"

He was trying to coerce you into letting him inside, a soft purr behind his words, his voice was getting louder and more desperate with the longer you took to respond to him, the silence on the other side of the door worrying him.

"Please let me in my blood moon, I won't hurt you, I could never do that to you"

You cover your ears, trying to block out his voice, but all you could bear was his voice echoing in your mind, your head getting louder and louder, not even getting a moment of silence within your own mind.

"Wolf pup, you want to see your brother, r-right? I-I can bring him back! Just please, open the door"

He took your brother and now wants to give him back, just because you won't open the door, he was pounding at the door, the wooden door was shaking and rattling, almost like it was ready to fly off its hinges at that very moment. Standing up immediately, the door falls to the ground, glowing yellow eyes are all you saw before your vision began to blur, feeling dizzy, you trip over your feet while trying to run the other way, crawling almost pathetically on the floor, trying to get away from HIM

"Oh, look at you little bat, you're just too precious when you try to escape me"

A maniacal laugh rung through the house, he grabs your ankle and drags you towards him, the intense fire of the glowing eyes infront of you overwhelmed you, making you panic more, struggling around, trying to at least do something to get away from him. All he could do was giggle while looking at you, he takes off the pumpkin head. Shaggy and slightly messy black hair on his head, bright yellow almost amber eyes staring into your eyes, cold pale hands touching your face, his lips pink and slightly thin spread into a psychotic smile with wide eyes filled with a dark fire

"You know, I've seen people walk around for decades during my holiday, but none of them like you, none of them could compare to the pure raw beauty of your fear"

He leans down and sniffs your hair, he shivers, an intoxicated and dazed smile on his face

"God I worship your very being, everything about you is so perfect, your hair, your skin, your eyes, your voice, my name is Victor. Oh god, please say my name, say my name little bat, please, let me hear your pretty little voice say my name!"

Your heartbeat was going crazy, the fear you felt kept you in a frozen like state.

He was insane.

'V-Victor, please get off of me and bring my brother back'

Victor's eyes flutter closed, a soft moan leaves his lips, he opens his eyes after a moment and looks down at you, he's breathing heavily

"Little bat, you don't know what you do to me, everything about you is so intoxicating, you're mine, you belong to me, and I belong to you! I'm yours to do anything too, just tell me what you want, I only ask for one thing.....Never leave my side, stay by me for the rest of time, please?"

He was like a demented puppy, begging you to stay by his side, you think your options over, on one hand, you'd lose your brother, but you'd be free, and on the other? You're going to lose your freedom. Chewing on your bottom lip, you make up your mind, cursing yourself for being a decent older sibling

'Return my little brother, a-and make my parents forget they ever had an older kid, t-then I'm yours'

A wicked smile spreads on his face, wide excited psychotic eyes

"Of course! Of course! Anything you ask my little bat!"

He grabs his pumpkin head and puts it back on, he mutters words under his breath, your vision starts to become splotchy. Black dots filling your vision, a wave of drowsiness hits you hard, the last thing you heard was Victor's voice ringing in your head.

"Little bat, you're mine, I'll pluck out anyone's eyes who even dares lays them on you, your beauty belongs to me. You're finally mine, we'll both be dead before I let you leave me"

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A/N: And that's the first fic! I would appreciate any kind of feedback on my writing, I enjoy positive criticism and like having people help me improve my writing! So hopefully you enjoyed it!

#first fanfic #male yandere #spirit of halloween #halloween #yandere story #yandere oc #gender netural #x reader #yandere x reader #spooky yanderes

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leggerefiore · 7 months

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cw: chandelure ingo, fluff

Ingo sighed as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. The flames awkwardly flickered inside him as you nuzzled your face right against the translucent skin that contained them. He brought an arm to stroke your hair. The temperature had dropped, he supposed. You must have been cold. Thankfully, his inhuman body produced heat instead of chills like most of his fellow ghost contemporaries.

Autumn had truly taken over Unova. Leaves blew in the wind, sending their myriad of colours swirling within the air before decorating the ground sorrowfully. Cool temperatures consumed the forecast, with a dryer climate promised and unfortunately true. Cold and flu season began to creep in, too. Ingo sighed. He always felt a bit bad about feeding around this time of year. Everyone was out of works and exhausted.

Though, he was thankful for it to be the season where he could go out openly and express himself without desperately trying to hide his Chandelure features. It was assumed to be a costume. Children and adults alike enjoyed his apparent dedication to the spooky season. You were just happy to be able to enjoy a date without getting worried looks or second glances. You both had just visited a food truck that apparently had been selling some pumpkin bread.

Now, you sat together in the dying light of the evening in an embrace. It felt too peaceful – like something undeserved to him. That was not so, however. You would scold him for even thinking so. He allowed himself to enjoy your presence and affection now. It was something that you simply wished to dote upon him, no matter how terrifying the stories of Chandelures bringing about death could get.

“... Say, Ingo?” you asked, and he hummed an acknowledgement in return, “Do you spin?” He was confused.

“Er, how so, do you mean, dearest?” Ingo gazed at with his eerie eyes, their glow becoming more apparent in the growing darkness.

“Like, in a circle. When you're happy. I've been watching Chandelures do it when their trainers play with them,” you explained, a serious look on your face. He felt distressed.

“... I've trained myself not to do any more,” he offered a reply. Ingo had used to. It began as a Lampent and faded when he realised how odd the behaviour came across. He had also managed to get his poor twin to stop doing it, too. It made them stand out too much among the humans. The last thing he wanted was for Emmet to be found out to be an incomplete hybrid.

You pouted at him. “Why?” you questioned, “It's a natural instinct then, and it's adorable.” He sighed. You loved to see him embrace his more ghastly side. It was a strange hobby of yours.

“... I will stand out too much,” he easily explained again. You grabbed one of his fringes and tugged playfully.

“So? Who cares,” you shrugged, “You should be allowed to do simply things that make you happy.” Ingo shook his head. Your ideals were so sweet, so kind, but the reality of truth was not. Humans were quite cruel towards ghost types.

“... I'll do it around you, then,” he offered instead, “Ah, do you expect me to sing, too?” You gasped. Ingo chuckled. A nod from you, and he knew he could not escape this. Well, he supposed it would be better to indulge those instincts just a bit instead of constantly suppressing them.

#ingo.ima #pokehybrid au

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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The Rest of the Story

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 2,440

Summary: You and Eddie are friends but you both want more...what will it take to get you there.

Author’s Note: So my sweet friend Gem @ysmmsy had shared a super sweet idea about Eddie wanting new patches sewn onto his vest but he can’t do it himself so he gets the help of his friend (you). I love the idea and as the story started to form in my head it took an angsty turn and then well...this is how the last season should have ended! Thank you so much my sweet friend! 💕 I left out some details at certain parts because it happened in the show and I didn’t want to just rewrite that. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely @wannabehamlet thank you sweets🥰

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, mutual pining, some angst in between, small mentions of blood.

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @reh-hateshumans ps THIS GIF IS SO HOT, thank you so much lovely😍

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“You’re staring again.”

“What?”

“Dude.”

“What?”

“Eddie?”

“Huh?”

The piece of hair falls loose from between his lips, his fingers still brushing across them as he gently shifts his weight from foot to foot.

“Earth to Eddie!” Dustin shouts.

“What the fuck Henderson!” Eddie answers, finally peeling his eyes away.

Dusting blows an exasperated raspberry and rolls his eyes.

“I was trying to tell you that you’re being creepy!” Dustin grumbles. “Stop staring.”

Eddie’s eyes widen in Dustin’s direction and he mutters a curse under his breath before turning away from the store front.

“I thought you wanted to go inside,” Dustin says.

Eddie whirls around dramatically with a huff, throwing his hands up.

“Fine! Let’s go in. You wanna see Steve anyway right?”

Dustin smiles and starts for the door. Eddie gets there first, opening it quickly just as you’re walking out.

“Hey Eddie!” you say brightly, giving him a warm smile.

He stands silent for a moment, staring again, until Dustin slips past him and gives him a nudge.

“Hey,” Eddie answers, holding the door open wider so you can exit Family Video.

You step out with a quiet thanks.

“Find anything good to rent?” he asks, eyeing your bag.

“Actually, Robin suggested Scarface, but I’m worried it might be a little too violent for me.”

“It’s really good but yea there’s definitely a lot of that.”

You drop your eyes, worrying your lip between your teeth. Before Eddie can give you any reassurance your hand lifts to his vest and you pick at the loose and curling corner of his Motorhead patch.

“Did you iron this on?” you ask, pressing your fingers to his shoulder in a lame attempt to stick it back on.

“Yea,” he answers. “I can’t sew for shit.”

“Well lucky for you I can!” you say excitedly. “You know I do all the costumes for the drama club, right?”

“Of course,” he says. “They always look amazing.”

“Thanks,” you smile. “So, when do you want me to fix this for you?”

He’s still standing there with the door wide open, his mouth looking much the same and his focus solely on you as he tries to process your words.

“SHUT THE DOOR MUNSON! We pay for the heat in here!” Steve yells from inside.

Eddie starts with a jolt, shooting Steve a glare before he lets the door go and slips his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

“You mean like you wanna hang out and help me sew?” Eddie asks you, dipping his head and letting his hair hide his face.

“Yes. I enjoy doing it and I’d like to help,” you explain.

“I have a few other patches that I want to add too,” he says with a sheepish smile.

“I can do those too and maybe teach you something,” you giggle.

“Awesome. You free Friday?”

“It’s a date!” you say, thinking out loud before actually thinking.

Eddie’s cheeks turn pink and his brown eyes grow larger.

You clear your throat and wave goodbye before rushing off awkwardly. “See you Friday Eddie!”

Once you’re out of sight Eddie moves in slow motion as he opens the door and walks into Family Video.

Robin, Steve and Dustin are all standing by the counter with pointed looks.

“WELL?” Robin screeches.

“She’s coming by Friday to help me sew on my patches,” Eddie whispers as he blinks several times.

Robin’s second screech is followed by a loud whoop by Dustin and a pat on the back from Steve.

You’re sitting crisscross on Eddie’s bed, his jean vest spread out in front of you and several patches in your hand.

“I like this one,” you giggle, brushing your thumb over the wings of the bats.

Eddie listens as you go through his small collection of patches and comment on each one, your excitement something he finds endearing and he crushes harder.

“Are we putting them all on?” you ask when you finally look up and meet his eyes.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“Let’s see,” you start, lifting his vest. “Put this on.”

You help him into it and kneel behind him, brushing his hair out of the way to look at what space you have on the back.

“Your hair will cover any we put up here,” you explain, smoothing your fingers over the areas just below his shoulders. “So, we might want to work with the front first.”

You shift around until you’re kneeling in front of him, this time brushing his hair back and away from his face.

“I don’t want to upset your pins either,” you smile, “but I think we can fit three for now.”

You hand him the pile of patches, sitting yourself next to him as he looks through them.

“Wait!” you tell him. “Actually, just pick two.”

He raises an eyebrow and starts to smile.

“What happened to three?” he asks, his smirk growing.

“Well….” you trail off, reaching for your bag. “This could be the third, if you like it.”

You pull out something small and flat that’s wrapped in paper and hand it to him.

“I made it for you. I noticed you didn’t have one and thought you might like it but don’t feel like you have to use it, it’s totally fine of course…”

As you continue to ramble on he unfolds the paper and pulls out the Corroded Coffin patch you designed for him. His thumb reverently grazes over the material before he lifts his eyes.

“I…I love it. Holy shit! I love it! How did you even…?”

Your smile is bright and you throw your arms around his neck.

“I’m so happy you do!” you squeal into his hair.

His arms curl around your waist and he holds you tightly against him, silently inhaling and closing his eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Where do you wanna put it?” you ask, still not pulling away.

“Somewhere everyone can see it,” he answers.

You sew on the Corroded Coffin patch and give him a small lesson while doing so. By the time you’re done it’s late so you decide to take his denim vest with you and finish sewing the other two patches on at home. You make plans to meet up again next week to watch Scarface and practice more sewing.

The rest of the weekend is uneventful and when Monday rolls around you can’t wait to see Eddie at school.

“Hey Dustin, have you seen Eddie today?”

Dustin shakes his head no and it’s hard to miss the pained and worried expression on his face.

“What’s going on?” you ask as your stomach sinks. “Is he ok?”

“You didn’t hear?” Dustin asks, his face pale.

Dustin fills you in on everything that happened with Chrissy and how Eddie is now in hiding. He promises they are doing everything they can to find him and figure things out but they haven’t had any luck yet.

Your eyes water and you shake your head in disbelief.

“I know he didn’t do anything wrong. Something else is going on here. Eddie would never…”

“I know. I agree with you, but it’s all a mess,” Dustin says, his voice breaking.

“Is there any way I can help?” you ask. “I’ll do anything.”

Dustin promises to keep you in the loop as much as he can but the days keep rolling on by and you don’t see him or hear from him. Listening to the news only makes you angry and sad and everyone you trust is missing in action.

You finally decide to take matters into your own hands and drive to Eddie’s trailer, unable to deal with not knowing if he’s ok or not anymore. You park and get out, taking in the mess of the trailer park. Several pieces of lawn furniture are turned over and there are people gathering around and yelling about a stolen Winnebago.

You begin to put two and two together, backing away slowly and quietly until you’re in the car and driving off down the road. You drive for miles with no particular destination and finally spot a parked Winnebago on the side of the road up ahead.

Your heart leaps at the sight of Eddie and Dustin wrestling playfully in the grass and you jump out of the car and run toward them.

Steve and Robin look up, at first alarmed but when they see it’s you they relax slightly and walk over to greet you.

“I can’t believe I found you guys,” you pant.

“Neither can we,” Steve jokes but the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What’s going on guys?” you ask as you wring your hands together, sensing their nervousness and taking in their serious faces and the various makeshift weapons lying on the grass.

“Hey sweetheart,” Eddie says quietly, making you whirl around before you get your answer from Steve.

You look him up and down before launching yourself at him. He opens his arms and catches you, exhaling before he presses you tightly against his chest.

“Hey,” he says, feeling you squeeze harder. “It’s ok. I’m ok.”

“Why didn’t you tell me,” you sniffle, pulling away slightly. “I had no idea what happened until Dustin told me and then they couldn’t find you and it’s been days and everyone disappeared.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, sliding his hands to the curve of your waist. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t…it was so bad and I didn’t want to risk getting you involved. What if something happened…”

He doesn’t finish the thought and instead crushes you to his chest again.

Dustin smiles knowingly at Steve but his smile falters when Steve frowns.

“Hey you two. Hate to break up this love filled reunion but we have to go. We have to stay on schedule.”

At Steve’s words Eddie looks up, his lips turned down and his brow furrowed.

“What does he mean Eddie?” you ask, holding tightly to his leather jacket and letting your eyes settle on his. “Where are you going now?”

He takes your face in his hands, opening his mouth and then closing it again.

“Promise you’ll wait for me,” he whispers, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Promise you’ll be here if…when I get back.”

“I don’t understand,” you cry.

“Just promise me. Please,” he begs.

You search his face and watch his eyes drop to your lips.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice pained.

“I promise Eddie. I promise.”

He dips his head, his breath fanning your cheek and his dark lashes lowering.

“MUNSON. Now. We have to go now!” Steve yells as everyone starts to rush back to the Winnebago.

Eddie stills, his eyes fixed on you as he lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses across your knuckles.

“I’ll see you soon sweetheart,” he murmurs, his eyes falling to your mouth one more time before he reluctantly wrenches himself away from you.

Steve gives you an apologetic and soft look and Robin hugs you. Dustin squeezes your hand before he follows Steve and Robin. Max, Nancy, Lucas and Erica all wave goodbye, strange weapons in hand.

Eddie grabs the top of a trash can that’s covered in nails and follows the group, looking back one last time before he disappears into the Winnebago and it peals out onto the road.

“Why didn’t you kiss her man?” Dustin sighs, his incredulous look aimed at Eddie.

“Hey now,” Steve interrupts, eyeing them both. “Let’s just stay focused on what we have to do, ok?”

Eddie’s wide eyes are bright with emotion as he stares blankly at Dustin before he drops his head and presses his palms to his face.

You wrap your arms around yourself and trudge back to your car as your mind races with thoughts and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. Your stomach remains in knots the entire ride back to your house and you replay Eddie’s words over and over in your head.

When sleep never comes that night you get yourself dressed, donning Eddie’s vest, complete with all his patches, and sneak out the window, making your way to the trailer park and hoping that following your intuition will lead you to the right place.

Everything is dark and quiet when you pull up and you can’t deny the heaviness in the air. You take tentative steps toward Eddie’s trailer and knock. Not a sound from within and you jiggle the doorknob before the door easily falls open.

The scene before is like nothing you could have expected and you gasp, covering your mouth with your hand.

“What is…?” you ask, hands trembling.

You dare not take a step closer, the feeling of a malicious entity filling the small space and seeping into your very bones.

“Eddie,” you whisper before the first tear falls.

You don’t know how much time has passed as you sit shivering outside Eddie’s trailer. The sky is bright with the twinkle of stars but an eerie darkness has settled all around and you can’t seem to shake the awful thoughts from your head.

The sudden sound of banging and thumping from inside the trailer brings your mind instantly back to focus and you jump up, rushing toward the door, but it flies open before you get there, revealing a disheveled Steve.

He steps out, holding your stare before his eyes move to the door and Robin and Nancy step out and lastly, Dustin, who remains standing in the doorway.

You let out a sob, taking in their battered forms.

“Where is he?” you manage to choke out.

Dustin slumps forward with a slow step and you see a tall shadow behind him.

Eddie walks out of the darkness, blood smeared across his face and his hand flexing tightly around his weapon. His bandana is tied around his head but it does little to contain the wildness of his curls and as he moves closer you can see how brightly his eyes burn.

You meet him halfway, his chest heaving and brushing yours with every labored breath.

He drops the weapon to the ground and closes a bloodied hand around the back of your neck, his free hand lifting to your throat to press his thumb under your chin. He lowers his head, drawing you closer until you melt against him.

“You’re here,” he murmurs and pulls you hard against him by your neck.

You sink your hands into his hair and drag him closer, fighting to find the right words.

Without waiting for your response his rough hands frame your face and he runs his thumb over your lips, parting them before his mouth crashes to yours.

@buckysdollforlife @hiddles-rose @dreamlessinparis @nerdypinupcrystal @blackwidownat2814 @goldylions @seitmai

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader

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Halloween Party

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x GN!Reader

Summary: Aemond kisses his half-sister's best friend (that he always had a crush on) at a party; aka Aemond and Reader drunk making out with masks without knowing who they were.

Warnings: MODERN AU, DRUNK PARTY MAKING OUT, rhaenyra is okay with her half brothers and sister, SHORT FANFIC, alcohol use, age gap (aemond is 19, reader is mid 20's)

Authors' note: THE HALLOWEEN AU FANFIC NO ONE ASKED FOR! i wrote this drunk but revised sober so lets hope i did a good job lol i have a whole AU series of aemond falling in love with reader that is rhaenyra's best friend. again, as with most of my fanfics, this can be read as a stand-alone fanfic.

Aemond debates mentally about what he is doing at that Halloween Mask party, even though his sisters Rhaenyra and Helaena urged him to go. He needed to have fun, his sisters and mom said earlier. Aemond isn't a party guy; he never really was, even during his teenage years. Unlike his half-sister Rhaenyra, he wasn't popular. Unlike his other sister Helaena, he wasn't the prettiest and adored by everyone. Aemond was content on being the quiet brother(at least not an asshole like his older brother Aegon) but with Helaena and Rhaenyra insisting so much, Aemond decided to appear at the costume party, wearing a pirate hat with a proper eye patch. Not that losing one eye when he was a kid didn't help him nail the costume. He didn't even bother wearing the rest of the costume, leaving the rest of the clothes at home. He probably looked ridiculous anyway.

Aemond didn't know anyone at that house party, except his siblings. He looked around for your presence but he didn't see you. You were one of Rhaenyra's best friends since her first year of high school and one of the few of Rhaenyra's friends that didn't annoy Aemond. On contrary, Aemond loved talking with you. You were smart, funny, and not futile like the rest of her friends. Aegon teased him about the crush, implying you would never see Aemond more than a single-eyed child. Aemond knew this: you were too hot, too pretty, and too important to stay with someone like him.

Aemond thought he saw Helaena's blonde hair pass him, dressed as a bug fairy (she explained to him earlier the existence of bug fairies) very fast before she disappeared into the crowd. Aemond was not going to message his older brother Aegon, that was also at that party. He couldn't embarrass himself like that. Besides, Aegon would just make fun of him and be no help, demanding Aemond get laid.

So, Aemond decided to hang out by the drinks table. One. Two. Three drinks and Aemond was feeling tipsy. He watched Mickey Mouse and Thor make out and what Aemond thought was a hobbit for Lord of the Rings drunk, being dragged by his friends. Aemond shakes his head, shifting his weight from one foot to another. He would have sat on the sofa if they weren't couples making out there.

When Aemond decided it was time to call a night, a masked Demon wearing a black tuxedo appeared in front of the table, grabbing one of the alcohol bottles.

"I wouldn't drink that if I was you. I saw a hobbit throw something in one of those bottles" Aemond warns, biting his lips.

The Demon turns and smiles at him, thankful and Aemond nods, awkwardly. He had noticed the Demon dancing before, moving their hips against other people in the black suit. They seemed to be having fun and Aemond didn't know if they were drunk. I wonder if they are sweating in that suit, Aemond thought.

With what seems a grateful look, the Demon disappears into the kitchen. They soon come back with two bottles of closed beer and Aemond accepts, making sure they are unopened, with a shy smile.

"Thanks, I guess?" The Demon smiles agreeing and for the first time, Aemond has a familiar feeling like he knows this person from somewhere "You don't seem to talk much, I suppose."

The Demon shakes their head and Aemond notices the powerful long black nails on their fingernails. It isn't hard to understand why everyone's eyes are on them. They are captivating. They are charming. Anyone that could make out with them would be an extremely lucky person. Of course, it wouldn't be him, Aemond thought laughing to himself. The Devil was just paying attention to him due to being saved from getting drugged. That could the only reason they have taken attention to Aemond.

Suddenly their finger points to the dancing floor, a tricky smile on their lips.

"I don't dance. I am sorry" The Demon continues smiling, their eyes shining in the middle of the darkness. Aemond could swear he knows them but can't really quite place from where.

Maybe it's the alcohol speaking.

Maybe it's the alcohol letting the Demon's hand grab his, guiding him to the dance floor. Aemond is nervous. He doesn't know how to move or what to do. He stands there as the Devil starts moving their hips and arms with the song, a slow and sensual ballad. The Devil passes their hands around Aemond hips and moves them slowly with the song.

Aemond had never felt so ridiculous. And aroused.

Aemond passes his hand through the Demon's hips and feels their groin suddenly touch together. Aemond holds back a grunt, hearing a gasp from the Devil. Aemond watches as the Demon moves seductively around him, ignoring all the stares, probably wondering why he, Aemond Targaryen, could get the hottest person in this whole party.

Aemond's hands pressure the Devil's hips into his groins harder and they welcome him, his hard-on rubbing against their ass. It is like no one existed anymore, there was no party, just them. It had to be the alcohol's influence; he never felt so aroused like this. Aemond prays mentally his siblings didn't see him like that.

Before Aemond could react, the Demon locks their lips together. Aemond moans in the kiss, feeling his face burn as everyone is most likely watching them. The Demon just pressures him even more, as if like saying 'Fuck them, let them watch'. Aemond's hard-on is even more noticeable now. Aemond doesn't really know what to do; his hands feel too awkward for that body. He never had done anything like that.

When the Devil's hand starts playing with his belt, Aemond pushes the Devil's away, his hands on their shoulders. The Devil immediately stops, breathing heavily, their lips swollen with the kiss. Aemond stares at their face, and with no choice, runs away. Aemond knows he wants to continue, he knows he wants to feel another hand on his dick, but he can't.

The Devil doesn't follow Aemond. They watch as Aemond flees, making no attempt on following him. They remove their mask, revealing to be nonetheless, Rhaenyra's best friend, Aemond's crush since he was a kid, Y/N L/N.

You wipe the kiss from your lips, a malicious smile forming. You didn't know your best friend's brother could kiss that well.

"Well, shit." You whisper.

You can't wait to taste more.

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Taking a Break in the Safe Room (Switch!William, Switch!Phone Guy)

Summary: When Scott gets hurt on the job, Henry has William watch over him. William isn't the affectionate type, but he soon finds a way to bond with him that both of them can enjoy!

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Everything had been going fine. The children were laughing, Freddy was on stage with Bonnie. The guests were chatting amongst themselves and Scott was serving beverages.

William, on the other hand, was telling Henry that his idea would never work. He'd thought of some other animatronics, and designed the costumes, but they were more like fursuits than animatronics and didn't fit the restaurant's style.

In his rage, William gestured a bit too wildly and smacked Scott in the face. He yelped and recoiled, the tray falling out of his hand. The drinks then spilled all over the floor. Panicking, Scott rushed for a towel to clean it up. But he unfortunately slipped on the floor himself. He flailed, and then fell over backwards, hitting his head on the floor. Some of the surrounding customers laughed.

"Scott! Are you alright?" Henry said in a concerned tone. He rushed over to examine him.

When Scott didn't answer, Henry looked up at William.

"It seems like one of us needs to help him."

William nodded.

"Good luck… I'll be on my break."

"Will!" Henry cried angrily. "You did this. You fix it. I need to get the extra costumes ready just in case!"

Growling, William crossed his arms. Why did Henry have to be so mean to him?! Why did Scott have to be such an idiot?!

Looking down at the scene, William thought he may as well take him to the safe room. It was nice and roomy in there, and maybe he could take his break at the same time. Not like an out cold man needed much.

In the safe room, William nibbled on his sandwich. He sat in a chair he'd stolen from the dining area, and had set Scott on a couch he'd stolen from the game room. He didn't know how the day could get any worse, but he wasn't optimistic.

Seeing Scott move didn't unsettle him until the man rose like a zombie to sit up.

Jumping, William glared and held his heart, pounding fast.

"You scared me!"

Looking around, Scott seemed confused.

"Huh? Where are we?"

William explained the situation, not enthused.

"You slipped on the floor and hit your head. Henry wanted me to take care of you."

"Oh."

Scott could hardly remember what happened. All he recalled was the happiness and whimsy he felt before it all went down. Things were silent as Scott processed everything.

"Uh… S-so, did the spill get cleaned up?"

"No idea."

Scott rushed to his feet.

"Then someone's got to-!"

Stopping him, William walked up to him and held his shoulders.

"No. You can't start to work already. You might have a concussion."

"Huh?" He looked confused, but then sat back down. "Oh… Uh, then what?"

"You are staying with me on your break. Or Henry's going to be angry at both of us…"

Scott stayed silent, hoping he understood. He sat back on the couch and watched William eat. His mind was reeling and not much was making sense. He'd ask for some food too, but he wasn't really hungry. He was already underweight because he didn't eat very much. He'd grown up poor and was used to not asking for stuff unless he absolutely needed it.

After a while, he spoke up.

"So, William?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks for taking care of me." Scott smiled softly.

"Oh? It's alright."

Walking up to him, Scott offered a hug. William cautiously accepted it, patting his back awkwardly. Scott's hug was warm, full of affection. William tried to show more affection by patting a little more intently, squeezing his lower back close to his sides. To his surprise, Scott made a strange noise, and pushed him away.

"Hm? Oh…" William smirked. "Come here, Scott."

Smiling nervously, Scott stood there wondering what he should do.

"Uh. Heh! W-why?" He said, already knowing.

And William pounced, wrapping his arms around his waist and tickling him all over. His quick fingers moved from his belly to his sides, up to his armpits, and back again.

"HAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAA! WILL! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!" He squirmed and flailed, but William followed his movements. "STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHP!"

"I think you might be a little ticklish!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAA!! YOHHOHOOOHOUUUU DOHOOOOOHOOHOON'T SAHHAHAAHAHY!" Twisting around, Scott looked for an opening. William was scribbling everywhere he could, mainly focusing on his sides. "HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHA!"

He knew Scott could catch his breath relatively easily, so William wasn't afraid of going all in.

"You know, your sides are very poke-able!"

Grabbing his wrists, Scott pushed him away and took a breather.

"Haha… Heehehe… S-so are yours!" He shot back, and dared to poke William back.

Flinching, William looked startled. He gulped and backed away when he saw him smirk. Unlike Scott, who was used to giving and receiving physical affection, William didn't get touched a lot, which probably made him more sensitive. Scott noticed and got a sly grin.

"They are not!" William snapped. He hoped it would discourage him.

Scott grinned, poking them with both hands. "Wanna bet?"

"HAHAHAAHAAAAAAHHHAHAHAAHAHAAHHH!!"

Since William wasn't used to this, he didn't have good breath control. He was uncertain where Scott would go next. Secretly he hoped Scott would continue, because he was curious as to how ticklish he really was.

"Okay, so you know what has to happen…" Scott said teasingly. He brushed his fingers along his sides once more, delicately, making him flinch. "We're going to have to make a deal…"

He scribbled William's thick hip.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA!"

"That's right… You don't tell anyone about me, and I won't tell anyone about you." He winked. His tone was playful. "Got it?"

William just stood there and said nothing.

Scott grinned.

"Oh? Wait. Heh… Or maybe, you want this…?" He teased, tickling William's ribcage, delicately like a piano.

William screeched and wheezed.

"AHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAAA! NOT THERE!! HAAHAAHAAHAAAA!!"

He pushed his hands away.

Scott seemed unaffected.

"Am I wrong??"

William huffed, blushing.

"You… you are wrong!"

"Oh really…?"

He scribbled William's neck, making him devolve into squeaks.

"EEEHEE!! HEEEHEHEHEEEEEHEE!"

William took a defensive stance as he caught his breath, holding Scott's wrists so he couldn't do this further. Seeing as he was taking longer to catch his breath, Scott sat down with William. William seemed upset, so he rested his hand on his shoulder and made sure he was alright. This was the wrong move, as William was ready. He grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back. Then he went for it.

"By the way?" William said, booping and scribbling Scott's sides once again, "Haha… You… You know that this isn't a secret?"

"EEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEE!" He squealed, thrashing and trying to get away. "STAHAP! WHAHAHAAHT'S NAHAHAAAAAT A SEHECRET!?"

"That you're ticklish." He grinned, as he tickled up and down his back and along his spine. "So basically you just promised me you wouldn't tell anyone I'm ticklish. I'm truly grateful!"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEE!"

Scott's face flushed more as he pulled away from William's grip.

"Hahahaaaahaha… hhohhohow dihihid you knohohow?"

Smirking, William recited the incident.

"Don't you remember? Your comrades tickled you at the company's Christmas party?"

He shook his head.

"Wheheheehn?"

"You came in with the drinks and they started poking you. You told them to cut it out, or you'd spill them! Your voice was strained and high pitched. They knew what they were doing!"

Scott huffed. He remembered being quite proud that he did not spill them. It was his grandma's eggnog recipe, home made.

"W-whatever." He held his sides protectively. The sight of him was quite adorable, a huffy, pink faced little nerd. (Well, only little compared to William.)

William smirked. "Anyway. I'm going to tell Henry you're alright."

He got up to leave, but just to show Scott he had more tricks, he scribbled his fingers along his back.

"EEHEHEEHHEHEHE!"

Scott jolted and shifted away from him, arms in a defensive stance. He pouted.

"Mehehean!"

"You know you like it."

To this, Scott had no words. He looked away and laughed awkwardly to try and lighten the mood.

William rolled his eyes and left the room, checking in with Henry. He told the man Scott was holding up alright.

Seeing that things were ok, Scott pushed himself up. He decided he'd slacked off enough today. Time to get back to work!

…Or so it would seem. Henry stood at the doorway and shook his head. He had a glass of water in his hand. Guiding Scott back to sit down, he made him drink from it.

"I think you're going to need more rest. You hit your head, remember?" He smiled a little through his stern tone. Scott did look better, but he didn't want Scott to push through his pain.

Scott hadn't remembered, but then his body did, pain shooting through his skull.

"Ugh…. Y-yeah…"

Henry had some pain meds in his hand, but Scott shook his head.

"I can't. I'm allergic."

Henry nodded, and gave him a warm cloth instead. Scott eventually relaxed and rested against Henry, who patted his back.

"Heh, thanks Henry. Maybe I needed this…" He muttered.

"Of course you did, Scott. Be kinder to your body and take your breaks when you need them."

Scott hummed softly, and given his body was already very tired, it took that as the green light to go to sleep. Henry smiled softly, and continued to stroke Scott's back, wanting him to rest easy.

#fnaf tickling #fnaf tickle #fnaf tickles #lee phone guy #lee william #ler phone guy #ler william #ticklish phone guy #ticklish william afton #tickle fic #male tickle #anya writes in who knows how long #we need more in the fnaf tk tag come on people!#henry is here too #should I put this in the purplephone tag for clout?#this is meant to be friendship btw

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