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deathmetalangel · 11 months

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hi if your taking requests I’d like to request a mid 90s forth-grade x fem skater reader. I could be whatever tbh but she’s like really soft and nice. Idk you could do what ever you think is best <33

IN CHAINS, ENTOMBED (FOURTH GRADE X FEM!READER)

warnings: stevie has mommy issues, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, sad stevie, nothing else really it’s mostly fluff

“from the day you arrived, i’ve remained, by your side, in chains, entombed”

ahhh i just really love fourth grade. i might’ve went overboard a slight bit.

Their friend group was strange, anyone could see that. They varied in ages, most being juniors and seniors with two exceptions. And they drastically varied in personalities. Ray was the oldest and looked out for his friends like siblings, they were all he had. Fuckshit was rowdy and always down for a party to distract himself and stay entertained. Fourth Grade was more aloof, the others called it stupid, but Y/n preferred observant.

Y/n herself was the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, a heart made of gold that shone brightly wherever she went. Ruben was almost condescending at times, he always felt the need to prove himself to Ray and Fuckshit. And Stevie, he spiraled down a dark path for a long time. Until now, he finally returned to the sweet boy they met at first. So eager and just happy to have friends.

They had their squabbles sure, but nothing they’d ever let separate them. The closest out of everyone was easily Y/n and Fourth Grade. She was a senior, about a year older than he was. Yet they’d known each other for years. She’d lived on the nicer side of town, but their dads had been really good friends. Both worked at the DMV, but it’s where their moms worked that changed their living situations. Mrs. L/n was, to be quite honest a spoilt brat of a woman. She was heinous and cruel. Only supported by her husband and her trust fund. Which she spent most of pretty quickly during her college years. But it still kept the family going strong.

Y/n had a surprisingly good work ethic. She didn’t work at Motor like Fuckshit and Ray, but she did work with her uncle at his mechanic shop. It helps to fund her “passion project”. Which is just an old 67’ Mustang Shelby.

Said girl currently sits on the couch in the back of the skate shop, her feet propped up on Fourth Grade’s lap with a book placed in hers. Her beanie is slightly slipping from her head, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “College applications are stupid. They’re all the counselors at school talk about now. I get that they’re important, but I don’t even know If I wanna go to college.” She sighs before shutting the textbook.

Fourth Grade turns to look at her, his usual far off look replaced. She always has his full attention. It doesn’t matter what she’s talking about. He’s gonna listen if she’s the one saying it. “I dunno. You’re smart. College might be good.” Ruben looks at them from the other couch. He was more interested in them than what Fuckshit was rambling about next to him. He liked the way Fourth Grade looked at her. It was, for lack of better words, full of devotion. He never sees that at home.

“Yeah, but where would I even go? All of these colleges are expensive and far away. I wouldn’t wanna leave you or the guys.” Mostly him. “I think I wanna be a mechanic. Sounds stupid huh?” She brushes off her own words.

Fourth Grade shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s stupid.” He mumbles off handedly. Like his words held no weight, what did they mean coming from someone as dumb as him? “I’ve seen your car, you’re good. You should do it.”

Yet his words meant the most to her. “You want to be a director right? You can go to college for that you know. A few colleges with fine arts programs reached out to me too. I think you’d do good.” He never really expected her to remember anything about what he wanted to do. Most of the guys assumed he just didn’t know or was too stupid to care. He pauses, they both think about the cost of it all. “I mean there’s scholarships and stuff. Next year I can help you look into it?”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course.”

She smiles at him, sweet and genuine. Ruben liked the way she looked at him too. There was no doubt with her, she loved him. Fourth Grade feels himself growing flustered. Y/n tended to do that to him. It was like he was in middle school all over again. She was the one who taught him how to skate. Y/n was so patient and understanding, she still is.

Everyone’s attention is caught by the bell to the front door. It chimes letting them know someone is walking in. The someone was Stevie, the only one missing from the current hang out besides Ray who was helping his mom. He’s a mamas boy, but y/n won’t tell anyone where he’s at. The guys tend to tease. Stevie walks in the shop clearly aggravated. She hadn’t seen him this agitated since last summer.

“Hey Fuckshit can you and Ruben go get some Arizonas and snacks? It’s on me just take this twenty. I don’t feel like going.” She holds out the cash she grabbed from her pocket.

Fuckshit looks up at her and takes the cash. “Hm yeah sure. Only cause you treating ma. I’ll get some different flavors n shit. Come on Ruben let’s bounce.” He clearly didn’t see her true intentions as he walks past Stevie on his way out. Y/n sits up straight as Stevie finally comes over to them on the couch.

“Hey Stevie you okay? It’s just us,” He knew what she meant. Just her and Fourth Grade so he could say whatever he wanted judgment free. He bites down on his lip to stop it from quivering. His nose twitches, she picks up on his tells. Y/n places a gentle hand on Stevie’s arm. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Just sit down, we can talk when you’re ready.”

Fourth Grade watches her tentatively. She was so gentle. Stevie sits down in between the teens before he places his head onto her lap. Y/n looks at Fourth Grade who was watching Stevie carefully. The boy had been through a lot in the time they were friends. He’d grown to care about him a lot. Y/n softly caresses the boys hair. Her best attempt at soothing him.

“My mom she just doesn’t get it anymore. She doesn’t get me anymore. She’s always with some guy, Ian says she used to be like that before I was born. But I thought she’d be better. She’s so preoccupied I never see her. And then she just bugs about stupid shit. I hate her sometimes.” He vents to the pair who don’t pity him, they are just there to console him.

Y/n sighs. “I get it. My moms flighty. Always in her own world. I’ve met your mom, and both times weren’t exactly pleasant or under great circumstances. But, I do think she cares. She loves you, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to feel this way. She isn’t right to put more focus on someone other than you especially when you’re so young. However, she is still entitled to a love life Stevie.” He liked talking to her. She never judged him. Or scolded him. Just let him talk, and would advise him as best she could.

Y/n looks at Fourth Grade, her eyes flicking down to Stevie as if to tell him to say something. He can get that hint at least. “It’s hard for a mom to have a son. My moms weird with me sometimes, it’s different than her having a girl. Ya know? She’s probably just nervous because you’re getting big and growing up.” She smiles at him, his thoughtful answer was more than adequate. He blushes at her smile. She always did encourage him to be smarter than everyone thought he was.

“You and y/n aren’t weird with me. So why is she?” Y/n blushes slightly at the implications of what he was saying. “Y/n you don’t ignore me for Fourth Grade. And you’ve been like in love forever. So why does she ignore me for those guys she’s known for a few months?” Both teens almost were too embarrassed to answer.

Y/n tries to recover as best she can. “We’re a lot closer in age to you than she is Stevie. We know what it’s like to be your age. She doesn’t remember it quite as well. And me and Fourth Grade, we’re not- um. New relationships take more work. There’s a lot more of getting to know each other Stevie. That’s probably why.” She can’t even make eye contact with Fourth Grade who kind of just sits there trying to figure out what she’s saying.

They weren’t dating, but why didn’t she finish her sentence. Was he reading too much into her words? “Can I stay at your house tonight? And maybe Fourth Grade stay over too?”

Y/n smiles softly. She could never say no to Stevie. She gently wipes away a few stray tears from the boys face before responding. “Of course you can stay with me. I’d rather you stay over than be god knows where. And you’d have to ask Fourth Grade if he wants to have a little sleepover.”

Stevie looks up towards Fourth Grade who’s caught slightly off guard. “Can you come too? I like when you’re hanging out with us.”

“Sure kid.” They were really the only ones who actually treated Stevie like a kid. He wasn’t Sunburn the cool skater, he was Stevie the twelve year old. They didn’t infantilize him or belittle him, he was still an equal. But they made sure to remember he was still growing up. He didn’t have to be cool and drink or smoke. He was dorky and that was fine.

Stevie smiles before laying down on Y/n’s lap again. Her fingers gently play with his hair as he starts to fall asleep. Y/n hums a soft lullaby as he does. “He’s a good kid. It’s funny you act more like a mom than a friend to him sometimes.” Fourth Grade whispers while he watches the boy nap.

“I guess it’s just my big sister instincts. And what about you? I swear sometimes he comes to you with his problems more than me or Ray. Fourth Grade I like this girl what do I do? Fourth Grade I need help with a video project for school. Fourth Grade I’m mad at my friend again.” She laughs softly before looking back down at Stevie.

Fourth Grade laughs as well. He did often get tasked with helping Stevie, it was mostly with stuff he didn’t want to ask Y/n about. He cared a lot about what she thought of him. “He’s a bit confused, but he’s only got his mom and his brother. And his brother doesn’t seem like the brotherly type. We’re really the closest he’s got to older siblings. And only three of us are decent influences.” Fuckshit and Ruben were most definitely not good influences. In fact Y/n almost has a heart attack when she finds out Stevie is hanging out with only them.

“You parent him a lot Y/n. And you always manage to get me roped into it.” Fourth Grade chuckles softly. “No wonder he thinks we’re dating.” He mumbles the end. Afraid of the weight of his words.

Y/n pauses. “I mean, we do kind of act coupley. I wouldn’t be surprised if more people thought we were dating. I don’t really care. I’m comfortable around you.” This was her way of putting the ball in his court. Fourth Grade pauses. He looks at her and just thinks. Jesus she had him whipped. Ever since he met her he’s been following her around like a puppy.

Yet, he really didn’t want it any other way. He liked being around her. Y/n was kind, but not ignorant in the slightest. She was intelligent and so fucking sweet. He fell more in love with her little by little, he was entombed by her very being. “You scare off any girls I might get, you know that right?”

She giggles. He wasn’t serious, but he wasn’t lying either. “Like you don’t scare off guys. ‘Don’t talk to her she’s with that tall lanky guy’. I hear pretty well you know.” Fourth Grade smiles.

“I mean if we’re ruining each others chances of ever dating someone, why don’t we just actually date?” Her eyes widen. She hadn’t actually expected him to be so up front. Fourth Grade never said anything this forward. He usually stuttered and rethought his words mid sentence.

She looks into his eyes. She could tell he was being genuine, perhaps that was what compelled his bluntness. “Are you asking me out Fourth Grade?”

He scratches the back of his neck almost awkwardly. “Uh-yeah. I mean. If you wanna.” And there was the Fourth Grade she knew. Y/n smiles before gently kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to.” She smiles before placing her head on his shoulder. Leaning onto him while Stevie napped comfortably in her lap. “I love you, you know. I have since we were kids.”

His face was almost bright red. Fourth Grade swallows hard. “Y-yeah? If I’m being honest you’ve had me since we met. Especially after you taught me to Ollie.”

She smiles at the memory. “I don’t think Fuckshit is coming back with my money.”

Fourth Grade wants to laugh, he quiets himself into a soft chuckle. “Yeah. I don’t think so either. It’s okay though. We can just relax. Just us.”

Y/n mumbles something before slowly dozing off with her head still resting on his shoulder. Fourth Grade looks down at her, still in awe of the girl before him. He’d do anything for her. And he knew she’d do the same. That’s just how she was, the kind of person she was. The person he was so irreparably in love with. And by her side he’d remain.

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 6 months

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Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 5

Propaganda

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks):

7ft tall silver-haired thembo of a fallen angel. was the literal sword of god until they killed him! reasons slightly unclear but probably sure to forbidden queer love! super caring for their friends. has one friend they have known for hundreds of years who they HATE but are bound to by the red string of fate. their sword is a part of them, they can sheathe it into a tattoo. they start out indistinct at the edges but as they have continued on through the campaign they have become more and more distinct. they became a flaming engine of justice to kill their friends shitheaded older brother who was following him. they have learned enough necromancy to allow other fallen angels to die, even though they typically cannot. they fly giant birds in to battle.

7ft tall beefcake wielding a sword as tall as they are. vengeful sweetheart

Imagine now: a fallen angel with beautiful gray hair and very big muscles. Now imagine them with a 9 ft sword. Now imagine them as a helmsperson of a pirate ship in a flowy deep-v pirate shirt. Now imagine they're dumb as a fucking rock. And finally, imagine that they killed god. Here, you have made Gable Skyjacks: sexiest podcast character of all time.

7ft tall nonbinary/genderfluid thembo fallen angel sky pirate who wields a buster sword. silvergrey hair with black/gold streaks as they regain feathers/memories of before their fall. back is covered in tattoos that hide the scars of their shredded off wings. killed God. toxic exes with lucifer. they are the keeper of several giant war birds who occasionally crave human flesh. they enjoy getting rowdy/smoking rope with their boys. they collect rocks that they think are neat. When anyone admits they are attracted to them, Gable trips over their words and absolutely swaglessly ends up sounding stupider and sexier by the end of the conversation; the will they/won't they and teasing they dish out to these (un?)lucky few is palpable. Sometimes the buster sword is on fire. They are immortal, they are cringe, they are trying to atone because they believe they are the reason the world is ruined.

Okay so aside from all of the above (giant with a matching giant flaming sword, killed god, extreme dumbass), here's some more propaganda for Gable the Godkiller.

They've escaped death multiple times with their partner in... crime? Like literally they were about to be executed in the most brutal way possible and just. Escaped and killed all their captors in the snowy wastelands.

They are the helmsperson of the Uhuru and take this job very seriously and definitely haven't left it to Bowser (you know, like from Mario) multiple times. Can steer that flying ship in horrible weather and still make it to port safely.

Healed an entire fucking hospital by cutting their hair for someone they had the hots for who was also in the hospital. Imagine being on that level of myth making in some random port city because of a hair cut.

Giant bird caretaker and also took the giant birds out on their friend's bachelor party (this was like. his Xth polyamorous marriage at this point btw) and had a fucking blast getting high on some rope and fucking around. They've also flown these birds into combat and looked cool as hell doing it (see: killing their friend's shithead of an older brother in a joust).

Had a relationship with Lucifer the Morning Star before they fell as an angel and killed God. Literally the reason the stars fell was their love for each other. The world would not look the same without Gable and they are, at the very least indirectly responsible for the creation of the Church of the Slain God and everything it represents (fantasy Catholicism).

And also yeah they are regularly tripping over themself and saying very silly things. 10/10 character we love Liz Anderson and Gable in this house

I am seeing people say that this Nicky fellow is basically trans! That's very cool! Gable is actually trans. Pronouns they/them/any presentation whatever they feel like.

Gable held a bachelor party for a BFF where the attendees hunted from their sky birds, wore dresses, and still managed to keep their eyeliner on point!

Gable killed God because he wouldn't let them be queer. They should rightfully crush anyone in their path.

We are finally going up against a character I know. I can confidently say all sexy moments with Gable are much sexier than TAZ's largely off-screen romances. Mod Note: This was written during the poll versus Killian Fangbattle.

Nicky Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

One armed half-demon man with a sword (also a Dedicated, Involved, Loving Father). (Specifically campaign 2, where he is an adult)

Transmasc bisexual (or at least so widely accepted as such it's basically canon) dilf half-demon let's start with the basics

And by half-demon I mean the literal prince of Hell

But also simultaneously is Saint Nicolas get you a man who can do both specifically this man

Missing an arm cause his ex-friends tragically betrayed him and shot it off but he doesn't need two arms to show you a good time wink wink ;)

The betrayal in question forced him to be seperated from his also hot milf voice actress wife and their son which is sad but in like a way that makes him sexier

Uses his one hand to wield a flaming katana that he used to rescue his son from the FBI

Protects his family with his life very literally which is hot as hell

Big himbo energy couldn't come up with a good plan if he used 100% of his brain

When he does fail at things it's pretty cute honestly

Definitely played a variety of musical instruments before the whole arm thing happened! Maybe he still does idk he's a sexy mystery

2 in 1 deal! This man was born from the merging of two timelines! Kinda sick!!! Also two dads = twice the daddy issues

You'd think the whole being forcibly split from his family thing would mean he isn't very close with his son but nope! His son adores him! They get along great!!!

His mom is simultaneously alive and dead

His mom bagged fucking two different dudes (one of whom FOUND HER DEAD in a different timeline, both of which are demons)

HIS MOMS NAME IS MORGAN FREEMAN, HIS DAD’S NAME IS GLENN CLOSE, AND HIS OTHER DAD’S NAME IS JODIE FOSTER, AND HIS GREAT SOMETHING GRANDFATHER’S NAME IS MERYL STREEP

HIS SONS NAME IS TAYLOR SWIFT

Lifelong pot smoker 👍 (plus drug flower user!!)

CANONICALLY BOTH A POLO WEARER (and yes, has all the stereotypes of that attached with it — a nerd, which is hot) AND A LEATHER JACKET WEARER (which also has all the stereotypes attached with it — a rebel dude person, which is also hot) [<- all widely accepted as canon by the fandom even as he’s older]

A part of the SECOND BIGGEST ship of season two, (Nark) despite the two characters only having one-two canon interactions (one of which JUST happened last episode)

Man’s a himbo what’s hotter than that

So many fucking names. You try to tag him in anything and he takes up half the space. That’s probably hot. For someone out there

This was already mentioned but so very very trans. Like. It’s basically canon

Rock and roll(er)

Joined a group of thieves called the watermice when he was like 13

for a few minutes had a guitar called the Battle Axe of Hatred

definitely had an frienimies with benefits relationship with his childhood friend Lark (sorry ppl that don’t ship nark lol) (it’s canon after ep 44 hah)

I feel like the audio of the entire Nick-breaking-into-the-FBI scene should be propaganda, but I'm copying select bits from the transcript:

Anthony: Yeah, it kind of echoes up through the vent, like the beginning of Metal Gear Solid. You hear a voice that strikes you as ever so slightly familiar, Taylor. Saying— ??: [a deep voice] [echoing in the vent] Where is he? Anthony: You hear— Will: Uh-oh, he’s hot. Anthony: —a bunch of shouting voices. [giggles] Beth: Uh-oh! Anthony: You hear a bunch of shouting voices and people shouting for him to get down on the ground to turn off his flame. To fucking get his hands behind his back. You hear this rhythmic stepping forward— because his footsteps don't sound like anybody else's because it's almost like… y’know when you toss a little bit of water onto a really hot pan and it just sizzles like that? It's like every footstep he's taking, you can hear that— Freddie: Cool Anthony: — and you can feel some of that heat coming up in this vent, even though you can't see him at this point. And he goes— ??: [echoing] Where. Is. My. Boy? Anthony: You hear the FBI agent—the FBI in quotation marks agent—in the back going like— Agent: [echoing] He's safe for now. If you want to go ahead and make sure that he stays that way, you feel free to go ahead and step inside the suite that we've prepared for you, my boy. Anthony: And you hear the hot guy voice saying— [chuckles] The Hot Guy: [echoing] I don't think that's going to happen.

...

[a powerful rush of air builds] Anthony: You hear— [gunfire, and the air rush culminates in a burst of flame; from underneath the fire, metal music starts playing] Anthony: —plumes of flame exploding. [a person’s pained shout, gunfire and bursts of flame continue] Anthony: You can feel the heat radiating through this metal vent and it's actually beginning to hurt and burn your hands.

...

Anthony: And you hear blood— [sizzling] Anthony: —hitting the fucking ground and you hear sizzling and things boiling and burning. Taylor: That could just be coffee! That could just be coffee. Link, let's go. Anthony: And you are getting closer and closer to the elevator. And you hear that same hot voice say— The Hot Guy: [echoing] Where the hell is Taylor?

Gable and Nicky Together:

We are on a joint ticket now! This is a truly unbeatable combo. Not even god can nerf it because Gable killed him. Vote for us. Nicky Close will watch your stuff and play with your cats while Gable gives you the night of your life.

Gable and Nicky can literally be yuor angle or ur bevil.

Kravitz (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

Grim Reaper. So hot he managed to date Taako from TV

gotta be krav

Art of Gable and Nicky from @slightlyhopefulromantic.

#Round 5 #Gable #Gable Skyjacks #Nicky Close #Kravitz #Kravitz TAZ #Campaign #Campaign Podcast #Campaign: Skyjacks #Dungeons & Daddies #Dungeons and Daddies #The Adventure Zone #TAZ Balance

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velvetmud · 1 year

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Joel getting pegged?

oh yeah oh yeah he needs dis

warning(s): smut 18+ sub baby boy joel

the itching and craving wouldn’t go away.

not even three orgasms and a long nap later, both sticky and wet with sweat. limbs dead limp from the workout. joel might not be getting any younger, but he’s not letting that be any excuse not to give it to her good while he still can.

his eyes slowly drooped open and closed several times before fully waking up. the sight of her naked back pressed up against him nearly has his dick twitching with interest yet again. her face is still buried in the pillow she was screaming and drooling in just hours earlier. a stubborn hand is pressing against his chest. even in her slumber, not allowing him to move anywhere without her. she was extra rowdy today, begging for round after round, fucking on his dick every which way before begging him to take the lead at the very end.

and joel couldn’t stop wondering what all of that felt like, being on her end during the act.

completely at another’s mercy, bouncing forward with each and every thrust. deliciously filled up like filling in a pie. the sounds coming out are downright pathetic, all the whining and the crying. joel was more than happy being the one to draw those sounds out of her like that, but for him to be the one to get fucked that dumb, to be stripped of all his power and get his ass pounded into the mattress like a whore… would end him. and his dick. for eternity.

joel was never a prude or a square. he wasn’t afraid to stick a finger or two in his ass to up the tension when all’s he had was his own hands to work with. he felt how tight the ring of muscle was, knew it wouldn’t be exactly a picnic to train himself to take some more. but just imagining that when it starts to feel good, having more thrusting inside at better angles to hit all of his favorite spots, it’s worth it.

absentmindedly, his fingers soft as a feather as he began trailing down her spine. joel enjoys waking her up soft and slow, especially after all the pounding she’d taken directly from him today. once he hears her sigh and feels her stir up against him, he trails down further and further until he reached the cum that had settled between her lips from their last time. the squish made her chuckle while he groaned as if it hurt.

“sleep good, sweetheart?”

his face is in her neck while his fingers continue to play, creating a bigger mess beneath them.

“the best. but you’re already looking to start some more trouble, aren’t you?” she teased, backing up and giving him even better access. he couldn’t help himself but smile at that. cause she really has no idea.

“you still have some of those toys you’d use when I’m away, don’t you?”

her little fingers start to do some playing of their own in his salt and pepper hair, humming a soft yes, of course.

“mm. and lube?”

“what’re you thinking about, mister naughty boy?” she turns around to face him, closing the gap between their lips. it’s so easy to get distracted on her again.

“okay, but’cha gotta hear me out first, baby. don’t want you doin’ something or agreeing to something just to make me happy. want you to want it too,” he prefaces. she can see the gears grinding in his head, much too hard for her liking.

“you were just playing with your cum that was still inside me. pretty sure you know by now I’m not getting scared off.”

joel laughed at that, bringing her lips back to his again. saving himself another moment to muster up the courage.

“I know you know how to fuck, seen it with the way you move. so what if you brought one of them things out, lubed me up, pinned me down—“

she moves much too quickly for someone that appeared delirious moments ago, thighs on his chest and hair dangling down in his face.

“you want me to fuck you, miller?”

and without a doubt joel is hard. again.

he gulps, wide eyed. pulse skyrocketing as he summoned the bravery to nod. she doesn’t budge, a sudden pinch her brows like she’s annoyed.

“I’m gonna need a firm answer to even consider starting—“

fuck.</I> just fucking take him already.

”yes, yes baby, please. I-I want you to fuck me.”

all he can do is stay trapped under her thighs and marvel at the subtle slick still dripping down out of her, smearing onto his stomach.

joel’s rewarded with a kiss, tongue mashing against his while he fights not to cum just from the excitement. “that’s my boy. well you’re in luck, ‘cause I also have a strap,” she reveals, climbing off of him to retrieve her bag of goodies. “come pick which size you want.”

joel is beaming and joel is skittish but mostly, joel feels alive.

prep wasn’t for the weak.

she made it crystal clear he needed to communicate when it felt like too much. she has him pinned to the bed, similar to before except the roles are reversed (literally). his dick aches while it’s trapped between his stomach and the sheets. he hugs onto the pillow his face is buried in for dear life. still gets shy at times but still refuses to hold back, ass out on full display. only for her.

the cherry lube she had stocked is freezing to the touch at first. and a slimy kind of wet. little to nothing like what comes out of her pussy when she gets nice and ready for him. her delicate finger takes time circling his entrance with a generous glob of it.

“go in,” he pleads, a desperate impatience hiding in his tone.

her other palm settles on his cheek to spread him open wider. rubbing the soft ring of muscle left and right with the added lubrication, he exhales harsh as she dips the tip of a finger inside. not before long, she’s down to the knuckle.

“tell me what it feels like, baby.”

joel isn’t confident in his speech right now, but she’s making it so good for him, he needed to let her know.

the groan is muffled from the pillow, so he briefly moves his mouth away so she could hear him. “that’s it, yeah, y-you can go in s’more. if you want.”

the submissive side of him he doesn’t always let free has come out to play, and there’s nothing that’s stopping it now.

“good boy. you’re gorgeous like this, I hope you know.”

she knows it’s probably time for another finger when he began fucking back and forth for her. there’s no punishment this time, but in the future she already sees him being a bratty pain when he inevitably asks her to fuck him again.

her second finger goes in nice and easy, lube adding a great deal of slick between his plump cheeks. scissors them apart again and again, stretching him open to accommodate the size dildo he chose. first time getting fucked and he’s already a size queen, picking a healthy six inch that wasn’t too light in girth, either. it also glows in the dark, and doesn’t have balls attached, because joel wondered why even make ones with them anyway. they’re fucking useless. she could’ve given him a lengthy explanation on what the hyper realism did for some people, the added element to fantasy, but she could save it for another day.

joel gets progressively moodier and noisier by the third finger in, pushing back with passion as he mewled into his pillow.

“god, baby I want it, I’m ready. please!”

with a swell of pride now hung in her chest that she can resort him to a mess just as good as he can, she gives in to his demands.

“just relax for me, that’s it,” she cooed. when the fingers slip out all together she may as well crushed his dreams, but she had more important matters to attend to. while slicking up the toy and attaching the harness to a good spot on her hips, she admired the view of a needy joel, lost in his desperation to be filled. it was an honor to be able to witness this vulnerable side of him, a side he wouldn’t dare show unless he was one hundred percent on board and comfortable.

with the gush of lube nearly dripping down the toy, it’s assumed that there’s more than enough, and it’s time to shut him up and give as good as he has to her.

the teasing alone has his mouth falling open enough to catch a fly. he holds his breath when he feels the squishy tip rub his hole up and down, side to side.

“shit,” he gasps, eyes squeezing shut at the first little push. one of the arms that had been hastily wrapped around the pillow rapidly goes right behind him, holding onto her.

“how are you, baby? this okay?”

“mmmhm,” he swallows, attempting to relax with the adjustment. it’s foreign to have something thicker than his own fingers, and the pushing motion coming from her deadly hips. the tip of her silicone dick is now a healthy ways in, disappearing inside him. she keeps a steady hold on his arm as his vice, while the other goes up to play with his hair soothingly. joel was gonna get the princess treatment.

as it gets easier to slide in and out at three inches, she grabs the base like it’s another part of her body and wiggles up and down. the reaction from below her is instantaneous, so perfect and so responsive while he moaned like a whore and arched his back like one too.

“fuuuuck,” joel curses, now heading straight into dangerous territory. his own hips grow a mission of their own, fucking himself back onto her and grinding deep into the mattress. if the sheets weren’t already spoiled several rounds ago, they’d surely be now. seeing as how comfortable he’d gotten, she takes it upon herself to start giving him more.

with one swift motion, her right hand goes to his ass to keep him spread. the pace turned brutal once the slick sounds of lube fill the air, and joel is never going to be the same again. it’s what he’d imagined he’d been missing out on times ten.

“fuck me, fuck me just like that, o-oh god I knew you had it in you,” he starts to ramble, now fucking his ass back without a drop of shame. she’s grinning ear to ear, allowing herself to go faster and deeper. joel’s seeing cartoon stars as his dick leaks even more, balls probably more blue than he’d ever seen.

“you like this, miller? like getting fucked into the mattress, don’t you baby? yeah, I can hear how bad you needed it,” she praises, now slamming in each and every thrust.

“I need it, s’all I needed baby. takin’ care a’me so fucking good,” he grunts out, now biting the pillow and meeting her hips each time. “gonna make me cum, can I? jesus, please—“

she’s just as lost in the moment. with a nod of her head, she forgets he’s waiting for her permission and can’t see. grabbing a chunk of his hair with enough power to lift his face up, she forces him to look at her. those brown eyes can barely stay open, and she’s sure he’s close to drooling

“touch yourself and cum, baby, it’s okay now.”

with her command he’s up on his knees in an instant. careful not to let her slip out, he fists himself with rigorousness. it’s less than thirty seconds and not many pumps later that he’s spilling thick all over his hands and sheets. groaning her name deep and long. his head is thrown back, still arching as she reached over to squeeze the last drop out of him.

it’s still vibrating through him after she pulls out, careful to keep it easy and slow. when his eyes still feel heavy afterwards, they both see that him passing out at any second is a possibility. his face hits the bed so abruptly it’s comical, she keeps her hands on him to give the aftercare he always makes sure to give her. whispers of how good he did, how perfect he is for her. she thinks he’s done for but his arm snatches her right back towards him as soon as she tries getting up.

“baby, I’m coming back with some water after I wash my hands, okay?”

it’s a simple but effective “hurry” that makes her kiss his forehead and stroke the back of his neck. “I will, promise.”

once she’s back, he downs at least half the glass and is back down.

“we’ll be doing that again,” he slurs.

his breathing grows deep, cheek smooshed up against her arm. she smiles, kisses his temple then assures him that yeah this’ll be happening again.

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#joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us hbo #joel tlou #joel miller x y/n #joel miller/reader #joel miller/you #pedro pascal #ask #anon #tlou x reader #smut

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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Oh and I would love to see a fic for the Hyunjin as a sub headcannon! I love everything mentioned there and maybe I’m just a sucker for painslut Hyunjin 😌 if you’re comfortable could you add humiliation, pegging, and a breeding kink maybe?

Such Pretty Hands

Pairing: hyunjin x reader

Summary: Hyunjin gets a little distracted as he watches you play the guitar

Warnings: dom reader, fem reader, sub hyunjin, choking, pegging, breeding kink, humiliation, hand kink, exhibitionism (kinda?), spanking, explicit sub-drop (with aftercare), hair pulling, probably more

Word Count: 5k

A/N: I think this is what you wanted and I hope you like it! As always, any and all feedback is welcomed and my requests are now open just read the rules here. Also ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Hyunjin had been staring at your hands for five minutes.

Twenty minutes ago he'd texted you, telling you he was coming home after dance practice with the rest of the group. The two of you were planning on hanging out for the day so you just waited in their dorms for him.

The apartment was quiet, missing the usual noise of the eight rowdy boys living there. It was normally a place so full of life (well, if you could call yelling, laughing and stomping around life) but now it seemed so...dead, empty.

And you had no idea what to do so you just sat there on the couch scrolling on your phone, bored out of your mind until something caught your eye.

There was a guitar sitting in the living area, a nice one. Probably expensive but well used, it definitely wasn't brand new.

'Most likely one of the boy's' you thought, brushing your fingers over the strings. It had been a few weeks since you'd last been able to play, work and other things taking over your life.

But now-now you weren't doing anything and surely the owner of it wouldn’t mind.

Carefully you picked it up, checking to make sure it was in tune before you began to play, muscle memory taking over as your fingers glided over the frets, humming along with the melody.

It was fifteen minutes ago that Hyunjin had gotten home.

You could hear down the hall as the door unlocked and opened, his feet scuffling on the hardwood floor as he took off his shoes before wandering around the apartment for you.

All he wanted was to melt into your arms and cuddle you for the rest of the day, watch a movie or something as you played with his hair, occasionally giving a light tug to which he'd respond with a stifled groan.

Maybe you'd even give him a massage or something, his body was sore from falling earlier in-

When he finally saw you, hands tensing and flexing around the neck of the instrument; movements so precise and smooth, your head tilted down, furrowed eyebrows in concentration, he could only freeze in place.

His tongue glided across his lips, wetting them.

Your fingers were lithe and long, longer than his for sure and your nails were short, chipping black paint on them.

On a particular part of the song you were playing your hand tensed, squeezing the guitar so hard your knuckles went white, you close your eyes, humming along loudly with a content look on your face as you lost yourself in your passion.

Gulping, he couldn't help but imagine how pretty that hand would be around his throat, your passion directed toward him instead of that stupid guitar.

And god-was he now feeling jealous of a stupid instrument?

"Hey baby, how was practice? Where are the others?" You asked without looking up, missing the dumb look on his face as he blinked and shook his head, trying to shake away the feeling of arousal pooling inside of him.

“O-oh um, good? I guess. They decided to stay out for longer.” His eyes didn’t waver, never leaving your hands as he spoke, nervously shifting in place.

He could imagine the way you’d pin him down by his throat, climbing over him as you smirked down. ‘Pathetic, I haven’t even started and you’re already so hard for me.’ you’d coo.

He’d blush and bite his lip to stop from moaning as your hands began to ghost over his body, touching all his most sensitive places until he’d buck up against you then maybe, just maybe you’d look at him with a glare and smack his thigh, warning him to be good.

“Hyunjin.”

He hadn’t realized that you stopped playing until you were calling his name, waving a hand in front of his face.

The guitar now sat back on its stand and you were in standing there in front of him, your voice demanding and eyes concerned.

“You good?”

His mouth opened, a million different things to reply with coming to mind. Things like dropping to his knees right where he was now or begging you to do anything you wanted to him just so long as you touched him.

But he didn’t get the chance to reply as you turned quickly to the kitchen. “You look sick. Here, let me get you some water.”

He blinked once, twice, trying to figure out what he should do before finally making up his mind. “No, I’m okay. Just a bit tired’s all.”

Apparently it wasn’t an option. You came back with a glass of water, lifting it to his lips, “Drink.” Without thinking he obeyed, the cool water sliding down his throat.

You watched his throat bob, adam’s apple moving as he drank the water. He looked so pretty like this, head tilted upward. You couldn’t help but imagine how it’d look if you were standing over him with his head like that.

Pulling the glass away once you deemed he’d drunk enough, you set it on the coffee table and sat back on the couch, patting beside you to signal for him to sit as well.

Cuddling into you, he relaxed as your hands found purchase in his hair you finally realized what had gotten him acting so weird. “So what’s got you all excited babyboy?”

He flushed pink, “n-nothing, it’s just...” he paused as he shifted away from you trying to adjust his pants so you wouldn’t see his raging boner before you stopped him by wrapping your hand around his wrist and pulling it away.

His heart skipped a beat as he stared at where you touched him. It wasn’t his throat you were gripping but he supposed that this could work for the time being.

“Look at me Hyunjin.” His eyes flew to yours, the hungry look in your own made something scream in the back of his head. Slowly he could feel himself breathing more heavily. “Tell me what you want baby.”

His eyes held your eyes for a moment longer before ever so slowly he took the hand that was still gripping his wrist and brought it up to his neck, eyes falling shut and mouth hanging open in bliss as you understood what he was trying to say and lightly squeezed.

And just like he’d imagined before, you pushed him back into the couch by his throat, climbing into his lap and smirking down at him. “Such a little slut aren’t you, baby? Getting all worked up from just watching me play the guitar hm? So desperate for me to choke you?”

He nodded as much as he could as you gripped him harder. “Yes! Couldn’t help it, Mistress looked so pretty playing the guitar. Couldn’t think of anything else!” He moaned lowly.

You hummed at the use of your title, feeling yourself clench around nothing. Maybe it was because he’d had a hard time at practice or because you hadn’t been intimate for the past few days but he was slipping faster than he normally did.

He brought his hand up to where you held him and placed it over yours, simply caressing your hand as he held eye contact with you.

To say this was an irregular occurrence would be a lie. Hyunjin would often get fixated on your hands, when you wore rings or played your own guitar or pretty much anytime you did something where he could see your hands.

First he’d get all needy, sometimes bratty, then he’d beg you to choke him and majority of the time he could come untouched from your hand simply wrapped around his pretty little neck.

It was pathetic and so fucking hot whenever it did happen.

His eyes held a mischievous light, like he was trying to act tough while splayed out under you, begging you to choke him. Then he squeezed your hand, in turn making yours squeeze him harder.

His body stuttered under you and his eyes rolled back into his head his mouth falling open to let out the most delicious mix of a sob and a whine out. “Aww, honey. I’ve barely even done anything to you?”

Your free hand slipped under his waistband, feeling his soiled boxers, “dumb little baby can’t even hold it in long enough for me to actually touch you.”

A fake pout crossed your face as he whimpered, eyes filling with tears as he looked up in embarrassment, not so subtly bucking up against you.

This was harder than you’d ever choked him before, his face turning slightly red from lack of blood flow as you gave him a moment to come down but as you tried to pull away his grip on you tightened.

“Please, no. Don’t let go of me.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned down to leave a quick peck on his lips, a whimper left him as your hand retreated, moving down to the hem of his shirt to lightly tug at it. “I’m just gonna take this off for you.”

He nods quickly, sitting up as his hands move to roam your body. Up your shirt and playing with the clasp of your bra with a contained hunger, something you’d let slide this time.

Swiftly you pulled his shirt off, throwing it off somewhere in the room and your lips met his in a long awaited kiss.

It was hungry and messy as he threw his arms around neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him, rocking against his clothed dick which was still so sensitive it made his hips jump.

His body was so beautiful, all sharp lines and sculpted flesh. So defined and perfect. His skin ever so soft as your fingers reached down to trace his abs, goosebumps following all the places that your blunt nails travel making him shiver.

Your tongue sweeps through his mouth feeling and claiming every inch of it before pulling away just to whisper, voice hoarse and low, “Strip and wait on the bed for me.”

He’s nodding so eager and willing to please. You move off his lap, purposely shifting against his crotch to hear the stifled whine he makes. And then without a second thought he’s getting up and racing to his room.

Smirking at his eagerness you relax into the couch, pulling out your phone to let him wait for a little.

He gets so desperate when he has to wait. And so anticipation serves as your best tool.

Hyunjin is most likely laying on that bed right now, all spread out and naked, trying his hardest to be patient and not touch his weeping cock. Your cock. He’d try to remind himself while attempting to convince himself.

But in the end it was his decision that decided his fate.

Whether he waited and was ready to be rewarded for being your good boy.

Or if he didn’t and you’d spend the night teasing and roughing him up for being a little bratty whore.

Either of the thoughts is enough to almost make you moan aloud. At the end of the day you’d be more than happy to do either for him so it was his choice and his alone.

A few more minutes pass and you decide to make your way to Hyunjin’s room an lo and behold.

Pausing, you feel like you short circuit for a moment, the only thoughts you can think are mixtures of ‘he’s so pretty’ and ‘god, i want to cover every square inch of that pretty body in marks and bruises.’

It seems that he’s worked himself up alone just fine. He’s laying face down on the bed, ass up supported by his long gorgeous legs and head buried in a pillow to muffle the sounds he makes as pre-cum drips down onto the mattress beneath him.

One of his hands is once again around his throat, the little pain slut he is and the other is knuckle deep with two fingers stretching open his ass.

He jolts and lets out a yelp as you smack his ass-hard, but that doesn’t stop the groan muffled by the pillow that follows and the way his hips move to chase your hand, already aching for you to do it again.

And so you do, three quick spanks in a row. One lands on his thigh then his right cheek and finally his left.

You lean over him and grip his hair tightly using the leverage to lift his head from the pillow, wet spots cover the cotton, evidence of the drool and tears that run down his pretty face.

“Such a whore that you can’t even wait for Mistress, huh baby?” you coo, leaning over his body to reach his ear.

Shaky arms try to support his body but you’re sure if you let go of his hair he’d face plant back onto the pillow.

“Please!” Back arching, his tiny waist trying to grind back up against you he begs. Tears begin to spill down his cheeks as he babbles on about how much he needs you and how he couldn’t think of anything else for the whole day.

It’s almost enough to make you crack. He’s nothing if not the prettiest beggar you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Pouty plush lips and eyes looking up at you through his lashes, voice just the perfect mix of whine and whimper that makes you want to give him anything and everything his heart desires.

But you’ve been at this with him enough that you know what he wants is for you to not give him what he wants.

“And why should I do anything to you?” You begin to pull away from him before he swiftly rolls over, laying perfectly onto his back, wrapping his arms around your neck and legs around waist, holding you in place against him.

“No! Pl-please, I need you. I need you so bad! Please, I promise-I promise I’ll be a good boy for you!” Hyunjin’s face contorts into a pout with his bottom lip slightly trembling. His eyes watery and wide, begging.

He grinds up against your clothed heat, wincing at the sensitivity of his bare skin against your rough jeans but still goes on, letting the pleasure overtake the pain.

You sigh because you both know you can never resist him for very long when he gives you this look. You’d just hoped that you’d had the willpower to deny him longer.

Pulling the pillow down you move his hips up for him, maneuvering them to rest the spit soaked pillow under his lower back. Your hands knead the soft flesh of his butt, soothing the skin.

The look on his face immediately drops-ever the brat-knowing that he’d won you over. He buries his face into your neck, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses all over, careful not to leave any marks as you warn him not to. Moaning out soft combinations of ‘Mistress’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘jus want to feel you’ into your ear.

“Tell me what you want you greedy slut.” His hands find purchase in your hair, still clinging to you like a monkey.

Lazily grinding up against you he mewls loudly as you add a warning tap to his thigh. Pulling away just enough to see your face he asks almost shyly (which you both know is just an act) “will you fuck me with your strap-on?”

He says it so sweetly, despite the words he’s actually saying. “Of course.”

Unwinding his arms and legs from around you, you open the bedside drawer where he keeps his assortment of toys. Ballgags, paddles, vibes, and several different sizes of dildos for you to use of him.

“Which one do you want to use?”

He shifts on the bed and looks, thinking thoughtfully before finally picking out the largest, a nine inch purple one.

He watches with eager eyes as you pull off your clothes and put on the harness, growing even harder as you stare at him with a knowing smirk while you start to strap it onto the harness before pausing, your smile growing larger with the idea that comes to mind.

Finishing, you saunter closer to him in a way that exudes confidence. In a way that would make his knees shake had he been standing up. “On your knees and open up.”

He slides onto the ground in front of you smoothly and you resist the urge to drool at the way his perfect dancer body moves. Contorting and over-exaggerating the movements in the places he knows you like.

Teasing you in the way he knows best.

The carpet soft against his knees unlike the last time you did this on the hardwood floor of your apartments kitchen. You tap the dildo against his lips, patiently waiting with a wicked gleam in your eye as he opens his mouth, eyes falling shut and tongue hanging out.

He struggles to take it all as you swiftly shove it into his mouth, almost choking. It’s girthy and he struggles to wrap his lips around the whole thing. He’s trying to and the sight is such an arousing visual, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter from simply watching

But you get impatient, then you grab him by the roots of his hair and in one quick push the whole thing goes in, nudging against the back of his throat.

He gags around it, tears welling up in his eyes. “You look so pretty struggling to suck on my cock, Jinnie.” Giving an experimental thrust he can’t help but moan at the way his scalp burns from how hard you’re gripping him.

“Makes me wish it was a real dick, just to watch your face as I cum down your throat. You’d look so pretty with it smeared all over your face after I finish, just a little cock-hungry whore all for me.” He moans at the thought, gasping for air when you pull it out so just the tip is in his mouth before thrusting in again with a renewed vigor.

His hands move to your ass, gripping it and pushing it harder and harder, making the strap lodge deep into the back of his throat.

And fuck, he wishes it were real. He wishes that you would cum down his throat just like this, he’d swallow every drop, not wasting a single bit.

He wishes that right when you were about to cum you’d pull out and jizz all over his face and then pull out your phone to take pictures of him all ruined with swollen lips and teary eyes. All cock-hungry and you’d tell him that; call him a cock-hungry whore for you. Maybe you’d even write the words on him, the idea could nearly make him bust alone.

He even imagines at times while you’re splitting him open with your strap that it was real and that you’d cum in him and fill him so full of your seed that his tummy would grow all heavy with your baby.

No matter that scientifically it would never work, the idea was so hot to him. The act so hot to him that he’d gone online several times and found straps you could fill with fake cum but he’d back out before he could ever press the purchase button. He’d found himself a few times almost screaming it as he came.

You pull out and his mouth hangs open, ready for you to go again but when you don’t his eyes fly open.

You’re looking down at him with an amused light in your eye. Hungry like your the wolf and he’s a delectable little morsel for you to eat.

“Get on the bed.”

Nodding, he very ungracefully flopped onto the bed in his rush. A snort left you and he glared, a blush rising on his face.

All traces of laughter left the atmosphere as he bit his bottom lip, eyes hooded and his legs parted, placing the pillow under his hips. The places you spanked him were a rosy red on his pale skin and his cock leaked pre-cum aching for you to touch him.

“Fuck me?” Voice unsure and quiet, he looked slightly embarrassed about being so exposed no matter how many times you’d seen him like this (and in far more compromising positions) before.

You pressed the tip of the strap against his hole and he greedily ground against in, wiggling his hips to try in vain to slip it in as you circled. “Don’t tease me!” He whined.

Smacking his thigh, his voice went higher in pitch, his head falling back against the pillow with a shaky breath. “But you’re so pretty, baby. How can I not tease you?”

Circling a few more times around his puckered hole you decide to be merciful this time.

His breath hitches, eyes going wide as you slowly push in, a tiny whine that’s almost inaudible leaving him.

The strap slides in easily with his spit lubricating it and him already being stretched out from playing with himself.

As you remember that you immediately push all the way in, and without giving him a second to breath or adjust, you start at an already punishing pace.

Eyes widening, he gasps out. His hands search for anything to find purchase on, finally landing on your shoulders, his blunt nails leaving scratches on your back making you hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You quickly find his prostate and he lets out a whimper, long legs wrapping around your back, causing the tip to nudge harder against the spot.

“P-please. Go-go faster. Too sl-slow, faster!” He cants his hips up, trying to gain more friction but instead you smack the side of his thigh once more, leaving his flesh stinging and forcing an unholy keen from somewhere deep inside.

“A-again! Do i-it again!” He gasps out, nails digging into your back even harder now. You’re almost positive he’ll leave marks that you’ll have to be careful that your roommate won’t see but you can’t bring yourself to care at the moment.

He cries out in pleasure as you smack him twice more, one on his opposite thigh and one on his dick.

You tsk as he writhes under you, downright sinful noises falling from his lips. “Y-yes! Do it again-doitagain! Please, I need it! Please, please, please, please.” He gasps out, whines filling in the pauses of his words.

“You’re such a fucking painslut aren’t you? God, it just makes me want to ruin you.” you purr into his ear.

“Fuuck!” The word drags slowly from his mouth.

Suddenly you pause.

Was that? No-maybe?

Hyunjin whimpers, tugging at your arms, thrusting his hips, doing anything he can to try and get your attention back on him. “Mistress, ple-ease! Fuck! Why’d you stop?”

Straining your ears, you could hear laughing and talking from the main room.

The others were home.

A thought came to mind and you smirked, beginning to lazily move again. “Do you hear that Jin?”

With his mind all foggy and hazy, a stupid smile crossing his face at the fact that you’d continued to pleasure him, it takes him a moment to process what you’d said. “Hm?”

“Don’t you hear it? The boys are home.” You whispered into his ear, hand moving to rub his dick as you continued to thrust.

His brain felt like mush and the way that your hand slid up and down his cock easily from how much pre-cum he’d leaked felt nothing short of heaven. But he tried to push that away for the second being and listened closely to hear that in fact, they were home.

They were talking about take-out or something, before the conversation shifted to him.

“Don’t worry so much Chan, he’s probably with (Y/N) at her apartment. He was saying today that he was going to hang out with her afterwards.” Hyunjin couldn’t decipher who’d said it but that didn’t matter as you began going harder and harder.

Stray moans left his mouth, whimpers and whines he tried to hold back but failed. You covered his mouth with your spare hand, a bruising pace set against his prostate making him shiver.

Drool covered your hand within seconds as his tongue laved against your palm putting in great effort to not scream your name so loudly that not only the boys outside would hear but the whole building.

You lean down to his ear, a flush growing where your warm breath fans across the side of his face and whisper, “Don’t make a sound, baby. Don’t want the others to know that you’re in here moaning like a whore while I fuck you, do you?”

As soon as the words leave your mouth he can feels himself getting close-so fucking close. His mouth falls open in a silent scream, bucking hips and squeezed shut eyes. “Please-please, can i cum, can I cum, can I cum!”

“You can cum whenever you need to baby.” You whisper, watching his pretty face as he is at the tip of his high, so, so close to falling.

“Mistress please cum in me, please I wanna feel you.” He whimpers softly, his head far off into that headspace that makes him feel floaty, not able to think coherently.

It’s only sensations now. Pleasure and pain. The feel of you pressed against him. The way your hand slides up and down his dick, jerking him off. A dick lodged so deep in him and his head so far off that for a second he forgets it’s fake.

Your eyes widen, confused, but fuck, the idea of it is so hot.

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes darken in lust, voice dropping a few octaves, low and husky in a way that makes him shiver. “You wanna have my baby?” Hand moving from his dick to his stomach, a slight bulge from your strap inside him. Pushing down lightly, he mewls. “Want me to fill you up, make me a mommy, honey?”

“Fuck, I want you to breed me, wanna have your baby. Please, please, p-”

He’s cut off as his high hits him, head on like a truck. His mouth falls open, back arching up off the bed. So far gone that it doesn’t register to him that the boys are just outside, you clamp your hand over it before he screams you name with the intensity of it.

His vision goes white and for a second he can believe that he’s actually died from the way his body goes completely numb from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

Trembling, little grunts and whines leaving his mouth you watch him fall apart, tensing up and then melting onto the mattress, completely boneless as he tries to catch his breath in heavy pants and and shaky sniffles.

You pull out of him slowly, a whimper leaving him as you do, hole clenching around nothing a sudden empty feeling replacing it.

He felt gross and dirty. He felt insecure and needy. He wanted you, he wanted you to smooth back his hair and tell him how good he was.

God, why was he like this?

Why did he like this kind of stuff?

Was he not enough of a man?

Did you think less of him for it?

Did you wish he was more dominant, fucking into you while the others were outside, having to cover your mouth to keep you from making noises?

Why couldn’t he be that for you?

You stand up off the bed and he curls into a ball, a few small sniffles and little cries leaving him that make your heart feel heavy. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll be there in a second.” You assure him, taking off the harness and turning back to him as fast as you can.

When he feels the mattress dip behind him he rolls over to face you. His eyes are a bit watery, his sub-drops were hard and left him with an unexplainable empty feeling in his chest.

You open your arms and he curls up with you, resting his head on your chest. Pulling up the blankets around you, you look down at him “You good?”

“Do you wish that I acted more like you do while we have sex?” His voice was muffled against your chest but you heard it all the same as if he’d screamed it into your ear.

You could feel your heart crack a little.

Pulling his head up to look at you, you stared at him, your own eyes beginning to water. “Of course not. You’re perfect.”

One hand held the soft plush of his cheek while the other lightly scratched his scalp.

“I love the way that you’re so needy for me. The way that you’re so willing to please me. The way that I can take care of you and make you feel good. I love that you’re submissive and that you trust me enough to share all the things that you wanna try.”

His eyes were soft, welling up with more tears. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could start. “And most importantly I love you, every part of you, with every kink and every twisted thought in your depraved mind. You’re my pretty little baby, my good boy and I love you just the way you are. Do you understand me?”

He nods and buries his face into your soft skin again and you can feel the sensation of tears and his heated blush against you.

The feeling of your arms around him was comforting. He felt warm and safe and happy. “Love you.” He whispers, so quiet you almost miss it.

Smiling, you squeeze him just a bit harder, making him hum in appreciation. “Love you too, honey.”

“Oh, and by the way, that ‘breed me’ thing was incredibly hot.” You stated, watching with a smirk as he pushed his face farther into your tits in embarrassment.

“Stooop.” He whines.

“Whatever you say, baby boy.”

Twirling your fingers in his hair, he falls asleep. His breathing slows and body falls slack in your embrace.

Outside the boys all exchange glances.

They’re equal parts horrified and disgusted and slightly aroused from hearing their hyung’s muffled moans.

“What the fu-”

“-I guess they aren’t at her place.”

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fruitsoxs · 11 months

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Mmm yes another trigun blog I can’t wait to see your writing! Would love a little headcanon / Drabble if the boys when they get jealous! Situation up to you but I love pining fics 😼

you got it anon ! I love a good jealousy drabble!

Part 2

pairings: vash x reader , wolfwood x reader

warnings: angst on vash's end, insecurity, some swearing,

notes: i wasn't sure who all "the boys" included so i wrote for vash and wolfwood-- vash's was supposed to go another direction but my brain apparently had other ideas lol also this wasn't beta read- so please feel free to point out typos

Vash

Vash’s eyes flick from his cozy little seat, to the bar counter where you are. You’ve been over there for awhile- stuck in a conversation with some random guy. At least he thinks you’re stuck. You look a little too relaxed now that he thinks about it. Do you want to be talking to that guy? His eyes squint as he watches the scene.

You throw your head back lightly at something this guy says, laughing.

Something inside him snaps at the view- his bright eyes growing unusually sad. He clenches his hand around the glass of water and turns back to the rest of the table. His eyes keep twitching over to you though, and he finds himself growing more and more upset the longer you’re over there.

This is good right? He knows you getting mixed up romantically with someone like him is a bad idea. The closer people got to him, the more likely they were to be hurt. He doesn’t want you to get hurt, in fact he would much rather see you leave him than get hurt. So, a random guy flirting with you shouldn’t be a problem. He should be able to handle this.

And yet, as that guy reaches forward, his fingers almost grazing your arm, Vash feels his stomach flip.

“Just go fucking intervene needle-noggin.” Wolfwood suddenly interjects, pulling Vash’s attention away from you. “What?” Vash asks, plastering a fake smile on his lips. “What do you mean?”

Wolfwood rolls his eyes and leans back, holding his lighter up to another cigarette. As soon as it’s lit, he breathes in the smoke and lets it out towards Vash’s face. “Don’t play dumb with me. You’ve been acting like a kicked puppy ever since that guy started chatting ‘em up.” Wolfwood nods over at the scene. “Just go over there- assert your dominance or something.”

Vash can’t help but shake his head. Assert his dominance? What does that even mean?

“It’s fine. We’re here to relax- and they look relaxed!” Vash holds up his hands with another fake smile. The smile fades a bit though as Wolfwood narrows his eyes. “You sure don’t look relaxed.” The fake priest murmurs. Vash can’t really argue with that. He feels so tense he might turn to stone.

What right does he have infringing on your own personal freedoms though? And why would you care if he was jealous? You didn’t need him. Not the way he needed you. His jaw tenses slightly and he drops his head down into his hands. Wolfwood doesn’t comment any further.

Vash isn’t sure how long he can deal with this. He looks back over to you one more time, and pushes himself up out of his chair. “Goodnight.” Is all he says to his friend before stumbling towards the exit of the bar- heading back towards the dingy hotel they were staying at. His feet feel heavy against the wooden ground, the loud part goers suddenly feeling suffocating.

As soon as he opens the door and feels the cold air- his body relaxes a bit.

How sad of him to be so worked up over a situation he put himself in. He made a promise to never act on his feelings, and that means he has to be okay with you getting with other people. He has to be okay watching you disappear. How is he supposed to do that if he can’t even watch a guy flirt with you at a bar? This…hurts…so much.

He walks off into the darkness, a soft frown carved into his face.

Wolfwood

The bar is a bit rowdy as people dance and sing, celebrating another day alive. Although usually Nicholas wouldn't shy away from joining in on the celebration, tonight he is feeling particularly on edge. His jaw is tight as he sips slowly on his glass of whiskey, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. His eyes on you across the room, they follow you as you dance, though his expression remains stoic.

You seem particularly popular tonight at this random bar, in the middle of a small crowd of people who swing to the music softly. You aren’t very good at dancing, stumbling from side to side, relying on your partner to stay upright. You look like you’re having fun though, a soft grin decorating your features. It would be cute, if it wasn’t for the arm of another man wrapped around you.

His eyes never leave you as you dance, smoke curling from his lips. He exhales slowly, eyes moving down your body. The rest on the damn arm slung around your waist, his face consorting into a full on scowl at the site. Another sip from his glass as he taps his foot against the ground. Next to him someone laughs- flinging their arm around him. “Oh man if only looks could kill eh?” Meryl slurs- her cheeks are rosy. Of course she’s already wasted, and whens he gets wasted she gets nosy.

“I’m just making sure nobody tries anything funny.” He growls shrugging her arm off of him. “Sure you are, I totally believe that. You’re definitely not a jealous loser right now.” She mumbles sarcastically. “Hey I got an idea shorty- Fuck off.” Wolfwood growls. Meryl just laughs and walks away, clearly amused by the entire ordeal.

He takes another drag from his cigarette and searches the crowd for you again, a little annoyed he was distracted for so long. His eyes finally catch you as a new guy twirls you around. He narrows his eyes slightly as he catches the man’s arm drop down-

Okay nope. That’s too far.

He stands up without even thinking, slamming hsi glass against the counter before marching over to the dance floor like a man on a mission. The bud in his mouth falls to the floor, and he smooshes against the floor with his foot as he steps over it. His fists clench by his sides, his glare directed at the man.

As soon as he’s close enough the man sees him and lets go of you. “Mind if I cut in.” Wolfwood growls his eyes burning holes into this son of a bitches’s face. The man puts up his hands and backs away. He keeps his glare focused on him, then shifts his eyes down to you. His look softens immediately.

“You…want to dance?” You ask, your eyes wide as you look up at him.

Shit.

He didn’t think this through at all. He doesn’t want to dance- but now you’re giving him this hopeful gaze and he can’t say no- even if he desperately doesn’t want to do this. Besides…he did technically ask. “I…guess?” he mumbles, and you smile softly.

He wraps an arm around you carefully, and you put your soft hand in his. Your other hand rests carefully on his shoulder, like you’re afraid to touch him too much. He waits for a minute before leading you into a simple dance.

You really are a horrible dancer. You keep stepping on his feet, and he’s pretty sure you aren’t even paying attention to the music. Your attention is all on him, and it makes his cheeks burn. “So…why’d you cut in?” You ask suddenly. His cheeks burn brighter.

“Saw he was getting a little too handsy. You’re welcome.”

You shake your head and lean in closer to him. “Sure.”

#wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #trigun drabble #wolfwood drabble #vash drabble #requests #requests are open!

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complexcritterscave · 2 months

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Me when I write

Hope you all enjoy Cheshire Cat doomed yuri. This ship has grown on me a bit chat.

Also they start out dating? Woah that's rare from me

Enjoy hurhurhur

Edit before Posting #1: WTF SHE’S 6’7?! 9’0+ WITH THE HAT?! Oh my God she’s literally a fucking GIANT!!!!!!!

EBP #2: Urg I made myself jealous can’t wait to cause suffering

EBP #3: OH YEAH I should probably mention blood and character death warning. It does get a bit graphic towards the end. Viewer discretion is advised.

The elevator was noisy...

And full

Full and noisy...

She hated that.

Two of the things that she hated the most, combining into one awful physical hell.

Her ears flattened as each voice jumbled with one another.

"Brick boy."

"*KRRTZ* WA-WARNING PROTOCOL INITIATED! Animals of such large aren't allowed in the estabilishment! Please re-relocate."

"You wouldn't even hear a fly buzzing around through that thick wooded skull."

"I hate that um... dumb green cat."

So much noise, so many arguments. And then that dumb animatronic had the nerve to say she wasn’t allowed. Sure she wasn’t the thinnest cat but what she lacked there she made up for in strength. At least she thought she was strong.

Ugh! Why is she thinking so hard about this?! She just needs to get to the WHEEL OF floor, then she can get off this elevator and not have to worry about psychos anymore.

As if she spoke it into existence, the elevator dinged before its doors opened, revealing the floor as she let out a quiet prayer and sighed. She wasted no time to push past the others, earning her a few confused stares as she exited the elevator.

She made sure her tail wasn’t caught in the door, as that had happened before and trust her, not only was it painful but she nearly lost it entire, before turning her gaze to the purple suited deity that sat on the crates near the wheel. Her closed eyes opening at the sound of someone’s arrival.

"Retro!"

The feline purred as she heard the adoration in Mach’s voice, rushing over and climbing onto the stage before sitting next to her.

"Mrrow!" «Hi Mach!»

"What brings you here?"

DrRETRO rolled her eyes as she looked at the deity, who was now leaning forward with a knowing grin on her face.

"Meow!" «I know that look. You know why I’m here!»

"Yeah I know! I missed you."

"Meow.." «It’s only been a day.»

"That long?! Yeesh I don’t wanna know how two days are like!"

Before DrRETRO could respond, she heard the sound of a metal door slamming open. Of course being a cat, well katball, she was startled by it; instinctively jumping back to avoid possible danger.

Instead, she was met with the cowardly, caterpillar, clown. Pilby was staring at the two awkwardly, their face contorting into one of anxiety.

"D'ohhh… I’m sorry. Am I messing something up. Heugh I always mess up :0(…"

"Pilby we’ve talked about this, you’re not a mess up. You’re not interrupting anything."

"Oh good golly. I’m sorry Mach."

"It’s okay. You’re fine! If you wanna go on the elevator, you can. They haven’t left yet."

Pilby turned towards the open doors. Upon hearing and seeing the chaos that occurred, they shook their head rapidly.

"Oh fiddle faddle! That looks overwhelming! I prefer to stay here please…"

"Suit yourself."

She turned towards the startled cat, chuckling quietly as she lifted her top hat. At least the caterpillar wasn’t alone when it came to feeling afraid..

The doors of the elevator closed, taking the rowdy crowd with it as it began to ascend.

"Me-" «So-»

The doctor couldn’t even finish her statement- erm meow before she was pulled close and given several kisses on her forehead by Mach. As much as the feline loved it, she wouldn’t let her get away with this. At least not without a challenge, trashing around as she purred in an attempt to escape.

"Hey stop that! I’m not finished with you yet!"

DrRETRO continued her attempt at escape, her purring becoming louder before she eventually gave in. It’s not like she didn’t enjoy it, after all, anything that came from the deity was practically a gift… At least to her.

"Mrrrooow.." «I let you win this time.»

"Sure you did."

Mach held the face of the feline, looking down at her with a smile as she rubbed her cheeks.

"You’re really soft you know that?"

"Mmmrreow!" «Who do you take me for? Bive? I shower every day!»

"Yet you’re still a big, fat, stinker."

"Purrrr…" «I’m your big, fat, stinker.»

"Touché."

Pilby was left watching the two from the side, smiling as they listened to their adorable conversation. They found their relationship to be like two middle schoolers who had just gotten together, being all lovey dovey and overly affectionate with each other. They were glad they had fallen for one another.

Mach being the keeper and caretaker for the "[X] OF" floors, had a tendency to overwork herself. The last time that happened, someone ended up getting a hammer straight to the gut; and based off the sound, they were pretty sure it took a while before that person had actually healed. Not to mention Mach was left were a darker coloured hammer than what she originally had.

She did eventually attempt to apologize to them but the damage had been done and they immediately ran off before she could get halfway through her statements. They never heard or saw it happening again… But they were pretty certain it did when they weren’t around…

DrRETRO was similar. Usually overworking herself to give others check up. From what Pil heard, Bive was the most difficult one to handle, typically having to either be held down or knocked out to get her to comply. Just the sound of it seemed exhausting and irritating…

The difference between the two was DrRETRO fought dirty, going for quick and deadly attacks or attempting to cause some sort of permanent damage to her opponent. They were certain this had to do with her going to prison as they once witnessed, first hand, along with Mark and Spud!, her and Gnarpy get into a giant cat fight. Fur flying in frenzy as they fought tooth and claw. Even with the alien having the extra limbed advantage, xe still lost horribly due to Retro’s size and strength. Pilby even thought with Gnarpy’s zapper or whatever xe called it, xey would still lose!

They were certain the only reason why the katball even decided to heal xem was because Spud! asked her to! The very guy that hated Gnarpy ended up feeling bad for how badly xe lost the battle. Apparently that was enough to get the doctor to lift her glasses and beam the poor Gnarpian. As stoic as Gnarpy was, they had never seen xem look at someone with such hatred yet also pure terror in their four eyes.

Ever since then if either one saw the other on the elevator they flat out refused to enter it. They could’ve swore they even saw Gnarpy flinch one time when DrRETRO narrowed her eyes at xem.

However, it’s like they both tried to better themselves for the other. Both never overworked themselves since they got together, like they wanted to be the best version they could be for each other. It was absolutely adorable in the caterpillars eyes. Sometimes they even had little sleep overs! Mach typically left Pilby in charge when she was gone but always made sure that every task, except the easier ones so they didn’t feel useless, were already completed to prevent any accidents.

They watched as the two enjoyed each other’s company, talking and dropping the occasional pet name or tease. After a few minutes they decided to leave them alone, quietly walking across the stage and walking through the other metal door.

"Waowee, they’re adorable! I’m happy for them."

Mach listened as DrRETRO ranted about her day. From the rowdy elevator, to uncooperative or annoying patients, and even Jermbo not helping her out as he promised. He was always selling his pops that made everyone drop like flies… Well more like turn to dust. Mach witnessed it happen once, it freaked her out to think that something so simple could disintegrate someone just like that.

"So in other words, your day so far hasn’t been ideal."

"Mrraow…" «Yeah...»

"Well at least you’re here with me. I’m sure my mere presence can brighten it."

"Mew." «You’re so egocentric.»

"I am not! I’m just being honest!"

The feline rolled her eyes as she looked towards Mach, continuing to purr quietly with a small grin on her face.

"Mrrow..?" «Hey Mach?»

"Hm?"

"Mrreoww… Meow…?" «Maybe I’ve been listening to Split talk too much about Bive’s conspiracy theories but… You really think there’s other versions of you?»

"What?"

"Meow! Meww…" «You know like if there are different versions of you! Maybe a you that wears pink suit instead of purple?»

"That sounds like a fashion disaster, everyone knows purple is the superior colour."

"Meow! Mmmeow? Mrrow…" «Oh come on I’m being serious! Maybe in a different universe we switch roles? I take care of the Wheel of or Hall of or Wall of or whatever and you’re the one taking care of the others.»

"I mean… It sounds like an interesting concept. I don’t think it’s entirely plausible though. Well maybe it could exist…"

"Meow!" «Maybe I have a giant top hat or I’m just a dog in another reality!»

"I’m sure my catself would still love your dog self."

…

"Merrow.." «That makes me wonder…»

"What?"

"Mrroww…" «Are we together in those realities?»

"Well I’m sure we are! Seems unlikely that we aren’t."

"Mew…" «Yeah… You’re right…»

"When am I not?"

Mach would take her hat before covering the doctor’s face with it, mischievous grin on her face to contrast her usual neutral expression.

"MROW!" «YOU LITTLE-!»

She pulled the hat off her face, an amused purr erupting from the feline as she gazed up at the deity.

The next few hours of theirs were just spent talking and enjoying each other’s company, and before long, it was time for DrRETRO to go. She bid her farewells as she made her way back to the elevator and pressing one of the buttons. As she waited, she felt a slight tug on her sleeve as she looked down towards the cowardly caterpillar she saw earlier.

"Heugh, you don’t mind if I come with you do you? I’m pretty sure most of the ones from earlier got off. Plus, I need to get something from Enphoso’s shop..."

She nodded with a purr, she never minded Pilby. They were a sweetheart and one of the few more tolerable beings to be around. Plus, it was just a quick trip to the store and back; she could wait that long for them. The elevator dinged, opening its doors to reveal a nearly empty elevator; minus a tired Lampert and reserved Pest.

The two didn’t say a word at DrRETRO and Pilby entered the elevator, keeping to themselves rather than engaging in small talk. Pilby was already completing the necessary steps to make it to their desired floor before shuffling back over to stand near DrRETRO.

Soon enough Lampert exited onto his IKEA floor and Pest left to scrounge the subways, leaving the caterpillar and katball alone.

"So uhm…"

She looked down at Pilby, tilting her head.

"How are you?

"Meow." «Good…»

"That’s nice… That’s good… D’ohhh sorry for making things awkward. I just couldn’t stand the silence anymore."

"Mrrow." «It’s okay, I understand.»

"Are you gonna get anything from Enphoso’s shop?"

"Mmmmrew." «Hmm, I don’t think so.»

"Maybe you could get a gift for Mach?"

"Mrow-?" «What-?»

"W-Well you don’t have to! I was just suggesting since you two are together now you could get something for her? Heugh! Sorry for invading I don’t mean to be a nosy busybody…"

"Meow!" «No no, that’s a good idea!»

"Oh… That’s good!"

Retro nodded. Why hadn’t she thought of it sooner?! It was perfect! But what kind of gift could she get her? Enphoso had some of the most… interesting items. She could’ve sworn she remembered seeing some sort of plushed golden doll. When asked about it, apparently it was called The Token of Midas. What it did, she didn’t even wanna find out. She knew little of Midas but she knew about how everything he touched turned to gold.

That wasn’t a risk she wanted to take.

She was pulled from her thoughts as a small ding was heard, the doors of the elevator opening and revealing the cheery music of Enphoso’s Shop. The katball and caterpillar stepped out of the elevator as its doors closed behind them.

"Hello!"

An overwhelmingly cheerful and echoing voice spoke out. One she had heard many times, it was like a broken record.

"Welcome to my store. I only sell glig glags and doo dads, so be sure to pay up at the front desk! BUT DON'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM ME."

Yet another empty threat of the yellow, smiling, cashier. She had witnessed Pest swipe items from the shelves and face no consequences almost as many times as she heard its voice. Either Enphoso was extremely blind or extremely stupid; maybe even a bit of both.

Pilby had wasted no time to gather their items, which was simply some more apples and a small tub of frosting. DrRETRO was taking much longer however, carefully scanning the shelves for the perfect gift as Pilby watched from afar.

"What’s she looking for? Are my glig glags and doo dads not enough? Or is she planning on stealing..?"

The caterpillar jumped back out of fear. They never heard Enphoso speak in such a quiet yet malicious manner, the glare it sent them didn’t help either.

"Honk! Sh-She’s just looking for a-a gift for someone..!"

"You better not be lying caterpillar. I hate accomplices just as much as their thieving frie-"

It was cut off as someone cleared their throat. Enphoso looked up, its chilling smile remaining on its face as it looked at the katball doctor.

"Took you long enough, silly!"

DrRETRO merely rolled her eyes and placed a purple bowling ball on the counter. She would have preferred flowers but of course it didn’t have any… Weird smiley face.

"Will that be all?"

"Mrrew.." «Yes..»

The two watched as it rung up their items and sent them on their way.

"See you later! Hope you enjoyed your stay…"

Enphoso’s high pitched giggles could be heard as the elevator doors closed, freaky weirdo smiley face. What was wrong with that thing? It was always acting so weird.. She didn’t like it at all.

"I don’t think that thing likes you very much."

"Meow." «I don’t like it either.»

"That’s fair. What’d you get?"

"Mrrow. Mraow." «This purple bowling ball. I wanted to get her flowers, but just my luck that thing didn’t sell them.»

"Maybe you can get her flowers later?"

"Mrow-" «Maybe I could-»

The sound of metal and concrete scraping against each other cut her off. Both she and Pilby lifted their heads and looked at the ceiling towards two holes that replaced where the fluorescent lights would be.

"Mrrow..?" «What in the…?»

The caterpillar had already backed away, not wanting to get too close in case electrical wires fell from the openings. For DrRETRO? Curiosity killed the cat. One moment there was just confused staring and questioning mrrows, the next the sound of the bowling ball cracking as it hit the floor along with a cut off excruciating yowl.

Pilby could do nothing but stare in horror as the sound of metal pierced flesh and broke through bones filled their ears, the feeling of warm blood splattering on them as they dropped their newly bought items and covered their mouth in shock.

The caterpillar watched as DrRETRO quivered a few times before falling completely still, her eyes dull and lifeless as the metal spike that pierced her body slowly lifted back into the ceiling; dripping the thick crimson liquid from its tip and onto the floor. The katball laid there motionless, her fur stained red and skull cracked open.

The sight was too grotesque for Pilby, causing them to look away while crying. They felt sick to their stomach, they wanted to throw up. They were covered in blood, good GOD they were covered in her blood. What were they gonna do? They what COULD they do?! They can’t just carry her back to her floor she was way too heavy and-

Wait…

How were they even gonna explain this to Mach?

How could they break this down for her?! "Yeah sorry your girlfriend is dead.." THAT’S NOT HOW YOU TELL PEOPLE SOMEONE DIED! Christ they had no idea what to do..

They turned back to the lifeless body behind them before looking at the cracked bowling ball. She bought it for Mach, it’d only be fair that she received the gift, even if it was not of use. It laid partially in the small crimson pool that had gathered around the doctor, Pilby picked it up and held it carefully before backing away. Their once white and green pale paws now stained as they picked up their own belongings.

They continued growing more and more queasy as the metallic smell of iron filled their nose. Upon hearing the ding of the elevator, they waited impatiently for the doors to open before running out, tears still streaming down their face as they rushed towards the stage.

Mach was still there, sitting on the wooden crate with her eyes closed before opening them as she heard the arrival of the elevator. A smile nearly graced her face before she saw the distressed and bloodied Pilby running towards her. Immediately she grew concerned, getting up and stepping off the stage.

"Huh- Pilby? What’s wrong? What happened?!"

Her grip on her hammer tightened as the caterpillar stopped abruptly in front of her, unsure of how to begin. She noticed the clown makeup on their face had started to run due to their tears, she noticed how they struggled to speak, she noticed the items that they held in their many arms. She kneeled down, carefully taking the items before placing them on the floor along with her hammer.

"Pilby. Calm down, it’s okay. You’re safe now."

"Hng- She- The-"

"Shhh… Calm down… It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. You’re not in any danger."

"The spikes-"

Spikes? She never really took the elevator anywhere, so she had no earthly idea what they were talking about. She knew a few of the floors such as the one where its bottom fell out, she thinks it was called the frightening floor..? She couldn’t entirely remember.. However, she did her best to comfort them holding two of their hands.

"What about spikes?"

"The lights moved an-and-"

"And…?"

"They killed her!"

Mach grew more concerned as they spoke.

"Killed who?"

"We were just coming back from the shop.. And it killed her."

"Pilby, who died?"

"She was looking at the holes in the ceiling, she was just looking, and then the spikes fell and one of them killed her. It killed DrRETRO!"

Mach felt her heart drop, her already pale face turning whiter at the news. There was no way… There was absolutely no way she was dead. She didn’t want to believe it. She refused to believe it!

"What..?"

"She’s in the elevator. I didn’t know what to do. I can’t carry her, she’s too heavy. I didn’t know if I should’ve taken her to her floor or not. I didn’t know! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-"

"…"

Mach listened as the caterpillar repeatedly apologized, slowly looking towards the elevator. The doors hadn’t closed yet, it was like it was begging her to take a glance. Begging her to see what it did. Like it wanted to prove her wrong..

"Stop apologizing… Head to your room…"

Pilby stood still as they watched the deity slowly make her way towards the elevator, they had stopped apologizing but they didn’t leave. Not yet. They were still too distressed to leave.

Mach cringed as she got closer to the elevator, she hadn’t even looked inside yet she could see the blood dripped off the railing and running down the walls. She took a deep breath before stepping inside, her stomach churning in disgust and despair at the grisly sight before her.

Before her lay the body of DrRETRO. From what she could tell the 'spike' had fallen through and pierced her from her skull through her stomach. Bits of bone and brain laid near her, her eyes were dull, blood had dripped from her mouth and stained her fur.

Mach let out a quiet sigh, forcing herself to stay calm for now. She couldn’t just leave her here but she had no clue what to do with her body. She looked at the buttons of the elevator, her mind coming up with an idea as she pressed them with shaking hands.

She pressed the frightening floor, searching her pockets for a coin before placing it in the slot.

She stepped off the elevator, staring into the eyes of DrRETRO as the doors slowly shut.

She turned towards Pilby, staring at the caterpillar as they trembled.

"Mach..?"

"Go get cleaned up.."

"… Okay…"

She sighed as they didn’t press further, however they did pause for a moment, picking up the cracked bowling ball and slowly making their way over to Mach.

"She heugh… She bought this for you… Enphoso didn’t have any flowers so she got this instead.."

Mach carefully took the bowling ball from the caterpillar before they left, going to get cleaned up as they muttered quietly to themselves and went through the metal door.

She stared at the purple bowling ball, gripping it tightly in her hands as tears began streaming down her face, staining her cheeks as she trembled. She wanted this to be some sort of horrible nightmare, she wanted this to be some sort of sick yet false reality. But the more she stared at it, the worse she felt. The more she stared, the more it sank in, the more she stared, the more she realized there was nothing she could do to change this outcome.

All Mach could do right now, was breakdown in silence..

RAHHHGGGGG LIVE LAUGH LOVE YURI!!!!

I fell asleep while writing the end and woke up with a headache sorry for any silly typos and horrible grammar that appears.

Hope you enjoyed it!!!!!

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see-arcane · 2 months

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I think you came close to real issue. Adaptations do not center on Jonathan and always somehow misrepresent him is because majority of male directors-screenwriters, adapting Dracula, associate themselves more not with Jonathan but with Dracula or Van Helsing. And it didn't begin with Coppola. It began with Murnau where his Hutter doesn't kill vampire and can't save his wife but instead it's his wife Ellen who dies to kill vampire. Then it's Browning who made Van Helsing into cool main hero who kills Dracula, while Jonathan is again useless in the movie. It's Fisher who kills Jonathan off at the start of the movie and again makes Van Helsing into cool main hero, who kills Dracula. So by the time 1970s rolled out and romantic versions of Dracula began to heavily pop up, Jonathan as character on screen was already heavily downgraded.

This honestly hits on something that unhappily fascinates me about the whole pattern. Unlike other stories that see adaptation, however classic or modern, I think the Dracula issue is the only one I can think of where a male main character--one of the two married protagonists! the guy who actually opens and closes the entire story! including beheading Dracula himself!--gets so thoroughly watered down, warped, or often just thrown out of the story entirely. Mina's treatment is unfortunately very much expected.

She is LAST GIRL STANDING. She is NOT ICKY SLUT-LUCY WHO LEADS THREE MEN ON EWWW. She is SO INTO HUNKY HE-MAN DARK PRINCE COUNT FUCKULA and doesn't mind the castle harem or the best friend assault or terrorized/deadified husband whatever who cares.

Mina's character-butchering hell is sadly a running theme in a lot of Classics! Now with (Off-Brand Hollywoodified) Feminism (tm)*!

*She is now simultaneously Mom to a bunch of rowdy dumb-boys and the hot anti-villain wants to do the sex with her so bad and it's sooo tempting because hot anti-villain is sooo much more forward-thinking than these icky Victorian guys ha ha

But Jonathan's situation is unique.

Because Jonathan is broken down for parts.

His sweet ingenue gothic heroine time in Castle Dracula is routinely handed over either to a stand-in (Renfield ala the original Dracula movie) or Random Damsel seen on every book and movie and comic book cover. Because you can't have a man in that situation. And if you do, shovel him out of the story immediately once the hetero-sexy part is over with, ala the Brides closing in. Maybe make him an unfaithful piece of shit who is SO down to ditch boring old Mina for the undead harem.

His stamp as a rightful nemesis-turned-badass vampire hunter is stolen and given to Van Helsing, including his kukri, including the defeat and beheading of Dracula.

His devotion and love for Mina to the point of blasphemy and inhumanity is ripped away and given to Dracula to romanticize and sexify him, which in turn defangs the Count himself. 'Ohhh I just did all this evil because I was depressed and looking for my Love~ :'c' rather than him being one of the most insidiously engaging and chilling villains in classic storytelling.

And all of that implies that writers and directors do like the character of Jonathan Harker...so long as he's split into pieces with the husk that once contained all those facets quickly discarded.

Because if they have to portray Jonathan Harker in his totality, with all his kindness, his femininely coded introduction, his trauma after assault, his adoration of Mina beyond human measure, and his ultimate conquering of Dracula the Monster/Abuser (their idolized macho surrogate) then that does something unthinkable.

That portrays men like Jonathan Harker in a heroic light. In a positive light, period. This milksop! This sweet, loving, bookish, preyed-upon, afraid-then-fierce, walking talking knife-swinging wall-crawling middle finger to the whole idea of the fantasy people project onto Dracula (read: Megabadass Immortal Vampire Man who gets Allll the Ladies Who Totally Wanted It/Had that Victorian Slave Leia routine coming~)! We can't put that on screen!

So what happens, happens.

And Jonathan Harker continues to be harvested for parts without ever, ever getting to be all of himself in a retelling. If he shows up at all.

#sad about Jonathan Harker hours #sigh #jonathan harker #mina harker #dracula #adaptation #bastardization

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗐𝗉, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖽𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾, 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

"Alright y'all this is a practice match no need to waste energy recklessly. Atsumu if you keep arguing you'll be warming the bench." You sigh walking over to Karasuno's managers.

You introduced yourself. "Hey I'm (y/n), the manager." The brunette smiled slightly. "Hello I'm Kiyoko and this is Yachi." The smaller girl waved, you returned the gesture. "Having to handle a team of rowdy teenage boys is tough; that's why I got myself an assistant."

You sigh dramatically. "Yeah but I couldn't do that to someone else." You both laugh as she takes in your appearance. "I like your outfit." You thank her, it wasn't nothing much just a white tank and some gray biker shorts.

You expected to be moving around a lot, critiquing the boys and helping them get the balls; and no offense to the pretty girl but it was too hot to be wearing a damn tracksuit. You excused yourself heading almost across the court to get some water from the sports cooler.

"I'm Daichi, the captain." A voice interrupts your sip holding a hand out. You shook his hand, the firmness of his grip had you thinking of other things as you stared at it. "I'm (y/n), the manager of Inarizaki." You look up catching him smile.

"Ah I don't recall seeing you at the tournament; I think I'd remember a pretty face like yours." His smile so smooth and voice so deep you almost forgot you were 'working.' You giggled playing with the end of your twist.

"Oh nah, I couldn't come I had some business to attend." He looks you up and down. "Aw that's a shame I would've loved to see you watching me win." You nudge his peck slyly trying to get a feel of his muscle, which he caught on.

"You don't even know me." He smirks. "You could've been my good luck charm; I would've pinpointed you out." You laugh, face heating up as you tsked. "Stop playin." He looked at you pulling out his phone asking for your insta which you obliged.

"Ayoo manager practice is over!" Kita yells out from somewhere in the gym. Daichi waves you off with a "I'll text you later." You grin waving back.

"Soo manager what were you talking about with Karasuno's captain?" Atsumu poked. You sigh looking over him. "Nunya business." "They were flirting, laughing. She probably gave him her number." Another person giggled.

"Suna how many girls are you cheating on? How many baby mamas? Ohh thought so with yo toxic ass, mind ya business stay on that phone." He hissed raising his hands in surrender. "Yo Aran you better get yo girl, she acting out."

The bus laughs as you both tsk; You telling the boys to shut up and Aran looking out the window, face indifferent.

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"So you tryna make me look dumb now?" You were questioned as you set your shoes by the door and your bag on the couch. "Excuse me?" You continue down the hall until you're grabbed by the hand. "You excused."

You snatch your hand from the boys hold. "Aran...boy don't play." He sneered at you. "Little girl don't play with me right now. The fuck you doing flirting with our rival team, making me look mad dumb earlier."

Scoffing, you continue to your bedroom. "Boy…first of all don't little girl me, second i wasn't flirting, and third ain't nobody making you look dumb." He followed right behind you. "How the fuck does it look when my girl is fucking touching another nigga chest?"

"As far as I'm concerned im single... You made it very clear this was a situationship, so I can do whatever I want." You shrug. His brows knit up as he jerks you back, pressing you up against a wall, hand pinned to your throat.

"(Y/n), bruh, you gon learn to stop fuckin with me." You push at him, he didn't budge so you suck your teeth. "Don't bruh me, I ain't your brother or one of your little friends."

"You stay trying me. Bet." He let you go before pulling his shirt over his head. "Undress. Get in the bed." You did what he said not wanting him to throw a fit.

You couldn't lie to yourself you was getting hot, and you loved making Aran mad but his ass was gonna have to learn to be direct with you or you'd bust it open for whomever you wanted...and Daichi was kinda fine.

He sat at the head of your bed only in his briefs as he stared at you, stroking his dick from the outside. You bit your lip, he was trying to bait you but it wasn't gonna work today, you were too stubborn.

"Whatchu at my crib for anyways? Ain't you got stuff to do? Girls to play with?" You study him, arms crossed making your boobs press together, he licked his lips slowly eyeing you. You almost creamed.

He sucked his teeth. "Man (y/n) why you gotta play so much?" He pulled you forward onto his lap as you retaliate, pressing your finger to the side of his temple. "I don't be playin with you Aran, in fact you be testing me." He smirk, hands resting on your hips.

"So that's why you tryna make me jealous?" "I ain—" you’re interrupted by your phone notifications going off and Aran is quick to grab it before you, reading the message aloud.

"You got niggas texting you now?...'So wassup do you want a relationship or a fwb cuz I'm down for whatever'...?" He paused staring at your phone then at you before putting it back on the nightstand.

"So wassup with you? You ain't tell this man we together?" You shrug. "Cuz we not." His eyebrows are furrowed as his hand is once again on your neck. "Yo lips so pretty but all you do is talk shit. Suck my dick, do something useful."

You pull his briefs down lowkey marveling in it. His dick was a pretty two tone brown his tip the lighter shade as it stood at 8 inches, fat and heavy. Your thumb ran across his tip spreading the pre so his dick looked like it had a nice glaze.

You kitten lick the tip hearing him hiss. "Cmon now suck this dick like you mean it." He watch your tongue curl around his tip before going down getting his whole dick wet as you fondled his balls.

Y'all maintained eye contact when you lifted off of him, rubbing his tip against your puffy lips before spitting. It ran down his length, you rubbed it in twisting your fist around him. His eyes rolled back, letting out loud groan, you plunge down taking him all in.

"S-shit that's what 'm talkin bout." He looked at you observing how your lips puckered around his dick, biting his lip. You moaned the sound rumbling through Aran's core. He pulled you off of him kissing you deeply, his tongue dominating yours.

You pull away, getting air, a string of saliva connecting you both. He drags you onto his lap, hand going to your soaked pussy as he placed hickeys on your neck and shoulders. "Why you do this to me girl? You like how I fuck you when I'm mad?"

Letting out a heavy sigh you bit your lip, his fingers rubbing in between your folds, circling your clit. "Yea but you gon have to start claiming me or I'll find someone who will." He stared you in the eyes nodding his head a soft "Bet." leaving his plump lips.

It happened so fast, you arched your stomach on the bed, Aran behind you. You could feel his print in between your cheeks as he plays with the globes of your ass. He moved his dick rubbing it against your pussy teasing you.

His tip repeatedly bumped your clit, you were beyond horny but you couldn't give in so quickly, especially when his tip caught your hole almost going in. "Fuck Aran if you don't fuck me right now imma call over Daichi. I ain—"

The air is knocked out of your lungs, his dick sat inside of you uncomfortably, his tip pressing your cervix. Your back is arched deeper from the pain. He bent over your form, hand snaking your throat, biting your shoulder before he growled out.

"Yo (y/n) fuck allat shit. Must think it's fun to play with me or something, speaking another nigga name while my dick in you." You finally caught your breathe one of your hands reached back to push him away a little as you cried out.

"Fuck you hittin my cervix Daddy~ 'm sorry, 'm sorry." He chuckled sarcastically, gyrating his hips making you inhale sharply. "Ohh you sorry now? Gon stop fuckin around?" You mutter yes's and sorry's. He pulled out a bit, you could breathe now, he kissed your cheek then your mouth sloppily.

He slowly circled his hips, the wet slapping sounds made you heat up, you moaned as the pain that once stifled your lower stomach turned into pleasure. He kissed the few tears that fell down your soft face. "That's what I thought."

Your pride rolled its eyes internally as you whine. "It's not fair you can talk to other people but I can't." You hear him suck his teeth, feeling a particularly sharp thrust. "I ain't entertaining nobody."

You didn't say anything but it's like he could hear your inner thoughts. He sat up hands gripping your waist ramming into you making you lurch forwards gripping your sheets as you moan.

"This all yo dick baby, you don't gotta trip." He felt you tighten around him. "You like hearing me say that baby? This yo dick. All of it." You continue to moan, you tried not to release so quickly, feeling that familiar pressure building up.

"M yours too Daddy~ 'm sorry f-for talking to him." Your eyes roll, so close to the edge, Aran could feel the sporadic clenching of your pussy making him grin, slowing a little to precisely hit your sweet spot.

"Yea baby I know. And when I tell you don't talk to another nigga unless I let you—" You trembled, your orgasm was gonna hit you hard, you both knew that as Aran continued hitting your spot with precision. "I! Mean! That! Shit!"

"A-aran~ fuck fuck fuck!" You buckled, pussy squeezing Aran's dick tightly, your body flopped forward, trembling, ass in the air still. Aran pulled out jerking his dick off, three pumps later You hear him groan, feeling warm splotches fall on your ass. "Ahhh~ fuucck!"

Your eyes felt heavy, hearing movement in the back before soon feeling a cool sensation, Aran was wiping you down from your slick in between your thighs to his cum on your backside. When the rag left your body you fully laid in the bed, Aran coming to lay behind you, throwing the cover over y’all in the now cold room.

He pressed his head into your shoulder. "We been together together. I just didn't know you wanted labels 'n shit." You sigh. "Aran you are a fine ass black athlete bitches are gonna throw themselves at you regardless.”

You continue. “It may be my insecurity talkin but I would feel comfortable knowing that some would back off if they knew we was official; to know I’m the only person you messin’ with."

"Bet." He pulled out his phone snapping a picture.

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datboyaran: she's mine im hers and we'll beat someone tf up. @you

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He turned to face you kissing you softly. "We official now. So drop that fuck nigga from earlier." You smile wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I wasn't gon text him back anyways."

#city.writes #black reader #black writers #black yn #x black reader #black fem reader #x black fem reader #aran ojiro smut #aka one of the finest mf in haikyuu #haikyu smut #aran x black!reader

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whelvehitee · 8 months

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Bro lowkey I’m legit obsessed with powerpuff girls all over again like I’ve probably read all the fanfics that ao3 has to OFFER okay I’m legit just sitting here waiting on my ass for a story update from sbj and littlemiss23 since I literally fell INLOVE with the way they portray the ppg and rrb

Like I being genuine okay I’m just gonna do a headcanon drop here because I need breaks between studying otherwise my head is going to melt off and Instagram isn’t a good alternative.

The reds

Brick definitely loathed blossom till 10th grade (sophomore) like I feel like it’s a given since i read somewhere that brick was actually pretty smart but just acted dumb because he thought it was cool but I am so sure that he literally started actually studying in freshmen years just because everyone was like “blossom is so smart” “isn’t brick blossoms counterpath? Clearly the smarts lie on one end” or something like that and then just proceeded to study his ass off for one test and it just became normal for him to have competitive scores with blossom

ALSO LIKE THE TROPE WHERE THE ROWDYRUFFS JUST DISAPPEAR??? I LOVE THAT SHITOKAY like bro imagine the rowdy ruffs just randomly disappear once (they just moved out of town and started living with him instead of mojo Jojo since him wanted to strengthen the boys enough so that they could kill the power puff girls) and when they come back the ppg are just in total and utter chaos like dude best fanfic shit ever I’m not even lying

Brick and blossom wouldn’t get along at ALL okay like in the beginning it would be like they’d just look at eachother in the hallway and one side of the hall way would increase in temperature and the other side would decrease legit every student in that hallway would evacuate INSTANTLY

But they’d probably warm up to eachother after like the first semester and would be equally petty but wouldn’t feel threatened to command each others siblings if someone was out of line and the other would respect eachother to do it like it’d be a mutual thing definitely

SENIOR YEAR WOOHOO that shit busted up okay like this the year brick and blossoms shits actually haywire with college applications to weird feelings with eachother that neither of them want to discuss (they eventually do because of the blues)

By the mid of senior year I feel like they finally come to realize that the other has feelings for eachother but are too stuck up and arrogant to say it first (blossom does it definitely)

Also with brick I feel like with his time living with him I don’t think him could be considered a parent on paper so they live with Sara bellum instead and she’d be the surrogate parent for the boys and they boys actually love sara a lot since she respects their boundaries and they respect hers but I’m so sure there would be one time where boomer unconsciously called sara mom and at first it was a shock to everyone and and brick and Butch probably made fun about it for some time but after a while “ma” became a very common occurrence at home when she’d come home late from work and the boys would help her around the house and stuff brick probably didn’t want to get attached to her at first but she grew on him pretty fast with how nice she was (him would train the boys and Sara would teach them how to be gentlemen) so technically the boys had two moms that way?? Idk

Brick and blossom definitely still argued a lot as a couple like there ain’t no way two ambitious, arrogant as fuck and “I do what I want” bimbos would be getting along all merrily they’d definitely get into fights but they would quiet down when brick or blossom would realize whose mistake it really is and would just let the other lecture the other with complaints occasionally but nevertheless

These two sometimes I can’t see as a couple more as occasional besties or occasional flirties but I get the ship bro trust me I do they’re probably my favorite after the greens (sorry blues I’m not a very hopeless romantic trope enjoyer 😔😔)

#powerpuff girls #ppgz #him ppg #ppg buttercup #ppg bubbles #ppg blossom #ppg x rrb #rrb brick #rrb boomer #rrb butch #rowdyruff boys #headcanon #drabble

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ethereal27cereal · 2 years

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Bruises - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader (Part 3)

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part 3/?

summary: Self-doubt creeps in with the morning after and a conversation with Holly sends your thoughts in a million different directions. Will Eddie actually call? Does he really want to get to know the real you, or will it go the way of all your past relationships?

warnings: Adult themes and content so MINORS DNI! This chapter gets pretty candid about dating, love, and confidence as a plus size person and some of the trauma that can be involved in that, so read with caution. mentions of fatphobia, societal expectations of larger bodies, being sexualized and fetishized as a plus size person, skinny friends offering somewhat triggering advice, body positivity vs. toxic positivity, and general feelings of self-doubt and healing trauma. Eddie is a bit of a perv with reader’s underwear, but no smut just yet.

genre: angst, a little bit of fluff at the end

word count: 7.7k

author’s note: Writing this part kind of broke my brain a little and got honestly pretty personal, so I want to thank @boomhauer and @wroteclassicaly for talking me through it and being so kind and willing to read over a section that was tripping me up. ❤️

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You perch on the edge of Holly’s bed, same spot you had been just the day before, instead this time you are absently listening to Holly as she prattles off all the salacious details of her escapades with Theo the bassist the night before.

“Is it safe for me to even sit on the bed? Should I have disinfected it first before I sat down?” you cringe and adjust in your spot as she describes in graphic details all the ways and places Theo had made her cum.

“Ugghh don’t be such a prude, Y/N. He didn’t make me cum in exactly that spot, it was right there,” she laughs and pats the spot next to your right thigh, causing you to hop up off the mattress and cross your arms, finding a new seat on the edge of her desk.

“How did you manage your mom not hearing any of this? Wasn’t she home last night?” you ask. Holly’s mom, Jen, had been a gracious host for the summer thus far, always making sure you and Holly had a fully stocked fridge and would even leave some extra pocket money out for pizza or the movies, a concept you were wildly unfamiliar with when you first saw the crisp fifty dollar bill just sitting out on the counter. But Jen was often gone, spending a lot of her time at the hospital with Holly’s dad since his illness had progressed so much.

“No…she ended up having to go in to see Dad…” her voice deflating as she picks away the loose skin from the perpetual summer sunburn on her arms. She plops down on the bed and begins to inspect her other arm, brushing her palm absently along the tender skin.

“Well at least you and Theo could get as loud and rowdy as you wanted to then,” you offer, quickly changing the subject knowing that her dad isn’t a subject Holly wants to dredge up at that very moment. Holly smirks and cheers again, diving right back in to divulge more and more detail about the sex.

“I think he might have made official boy toy of the summer status. I asked him what his plans were for the summer, and he said me. He said he wants to spend as much time as possible with me until we both have to go back to college. Isn’t that so sweet?” she blushes and bites her lip, only making you roll your eyes.

Holly had a tendency to attract men wherever she went, and she always found one charmer, ‘dumb and eager to make her cum’, that she would fall for hard and fast. You certainly weren’t slut shaming Holly, hell you’d had your fair share of fun, but Holly always managed to turn that fun into relationships. Whether they lasted only a week or two or several months, you always see the way she was willing to love with her whole heart, unapologetic and not scared to get hurt in the process.

Whenever Holly did have a breakup, she’d have a good cry, eat several pints of Ben and Jerry’s without ever gaining a single pound, brush herself off and get back out there without even a chip on her shoulder. She made love look easy, she made it look like being loved was easy. You hated to admit your envy of her, an inky viridescence that seeped through your veins and clawed away at the walls of confidence you had worked so hard to build up over the years.

“Did you hear me, Y/N, I said isn’t that sweet? That he wants to spend all his time with him this summer?” Holly’s dulcet voice shakes you away from your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Super sweet. I mean, just be aware that it might not work out when you both go back to college, so it might not be worth the heartbreak of getting into a relationship with that on the horizon,” you reply gloomily, often confusing pessimism for realism in order to keep your expectations for situations and the people in them low. Holly gives you a stern look, scolding you with her icy blue eyes.

“Don’t be such a poophead! So what if it doesn’t work out when the fall comes. But what if it does and what if Theo is the man that I fall in love with and marry and we are together forever and ever? If I never give it a shot just because there is a chance of heartbreak then I’ll never know, will I,” Holly muses, and while you hate to concede to the soft romantic notions she is spewing, you know she has a point. It might be worth it to have some carefree fun for the summer, though you could take or leave the part about wedding bells in the end.

“I’m not being a poophead, I’m just being cautious. Also what is with the insult, are you twelve?” you counter and she sticks her tongue out at you, wiggling her hands above her head for added effect. Holly smirks, as if she’s won the whole argument with a single gesture.

“He’s taking me on a date tomorrow night to Enzo’s. And Theo said he wants to see me again on Saturday too, maybe go to Lover’s Lake for a swim. I asked if it would be cool if you came along too and he said that would be totally fine,” Holly continues, pausing for a moment to gauge your response to this offer “I mean you don’t have to go, I just know there’s not a ton for you to do around here without me,” she finishes, seeing the wheels turning in your brain as you debate the offer.

“Theo is updated to boy toy status and I’m updated to third wheel status. Yay…” you mime a sarcastic cheer, waving invisible pom poms in the air.

“You don’t have to be a third wheel. You could bring someone….Eddie maybe?” Holly’s eyebrow quirks up as she suggests Eddie, testing the waters.

“Eddie? What makes you think I would want to bring Eddie?” you question, feigning ignorance and hoping that Holly can’t see the subtle pink that is slowly invading your cheeks.

“Because…because he totally took you on an adorable date last night and you haven’t even given me any of the dirty little details yet! I’ve given you all my details..”

“A few too many if we’re being honest here,” you interject. Holly rolls her eyes and exhales sharply before finishing her thought.

“Now it’s your turn, spill. Where’d you guys go? Was it good? Is he huge? There was a rumor that went around in high school that he had a huge cock, but no one I knew was ever able to confirm or deny that claim. Did he make you cum?” Holly rattles off a list of questions and thoughts and your mind swirls, trying to figure out just what information you really want to share.

Last night with Eddie, it was different. You cringe at the way the word sounds in your head but,it was special. He made you feel special. The way he looked at you with those full brown eyes, seeing through your skins to your thoughts and fears buried deep below.

Eddie’s heart had shown itself unapologetically, brave and bold even though he claimed to not always feel that way inside, welcoming you into his world one easy confession at a time. He had easily taken down barriers and blockades to let you in, making you feel like you were someone who was easy to be loved, could offer you kindness without any bite of cruelty or backhandedness to it. It makes you want to take all your already strong defenses and build them higher, stronger and studier just in case he might see you crumble.

You want to share with Holly, be able to have the casual girly chit chat that she was able to find a rhythm with so comfortably and easily. But it’s difficult. You want to guard the memories and keep them safe. If you let the memories out, some of your feelings might escape alongside them and then you would have to admit how you actually felt about Eddie, not just to Holly, but to yourself too.

“It was really nice,” you decide on your words finally.

“And….” Holly motions with her hand for you to go on.

“He took me to dinner at a diner outside of town and then we went to the lake and looked at the stars. He was very sweet and we kissed. I had a good time,” you summarize and hope that maybe that will satisfy Holly, but you can tell by the look on her face that she is not at all satiated.

“So that’s how you want to play it. Alright, Y/N. You don’t have to tell me every single last detail, but I will get to the bottom of how you’re feeling. You know the drill,” she hops up from the bed and shoos you away from your perch on the desk, guiding you by your shoulders to lay down on the tainted mattress.

“Holly, for real, I don’t want to get a venereal disease from your crusty sheets,” you groan and put up a weak fight.

“Shhhh, this is the only way I have found to get you to talk it out, and I need the full scoop on the Eddie situation. So lay back, close your eyes, and feel the way your body relaxes with each deep breath,” Holly soothes, settling herself in an upright position beside you. You hate and love the way she knows you so well, knows the way your brain works and the ways to ease the overstimulation that took over sometimes.

“Fine, I’m breathing and relaxing. You happy?” you sigh, trying to let your mind wander slowly to the events of last night without delving too deep.

“I am. Now, I don’t need to know all the dirty details if you don’t want to give them, but I sense that maybe this was a little more than just a hookup? Or at least you're fighting the feelings that it could end up being something more than that?” Holly’s voice is calm and steady, almost melodic as she tries to coax out the answers.

“It’s not more than a hookup, well not yet, but I don’t know. I mean just….I don’t know how to make sense of him. I may have had a little bit of a breakdown in front of him before we got to the dinner. It all hit me about everything that happened out The Hideout, and I’m still not really sure how to feel about all of that, but I sobbed all over his shirt and he just held me. Told me nice things and comforted me. It didn’t even sound like he was trying to be nice, he just was,” you blurt out, eyes squeezing shut, trying to keep out the world.

The situation with the drunken man at The Hideout was a new low, but it definitely wasn’t the first time a man had felt entitled to your body and your attention. Too many men assumed that just because you were bigger, that you should be flattered by even the tiniest speck of attention they paid you. Even if that attention was unwanted and unwarranted, you were supposed to bend over backwards to thank them. You had finally stopped the bending, but it didn’t mean they had stopped trying to break you.

“I’m really sorry that all happened at The Hideout. When you’re ready to dive more into those feelings, I’m here, but I know that can take time. What happened next, after you guys had dinner?” she presses gently, pulling you away from those thoughts and urging you to develop more of the details before really diving into your true feelings on the events.

“We got to talking about my Iron Maiden shirt, I told you someone would notice it, but he was really funny about it and wanted to give me a ‘metal music education’ so he offered that we go listen to music at Lover’s Lake. He played me some songs and then we smoked and looked at the stars. He was so open and honest about every little detail about him. Like he didn’t have anything he wanted to hide from me. He told me I made him nervous, and he wanted to kiss me. So I let him,” you exhale deeply and feel your body melting into the mattress as you try to clarify everything that proceeded from that point.

“Go on,” Holly purrs, her voice lulling you to your next utterance before your mind even has a chance to catch up.

“We kissed. A lot. His lips felt like this weird mixture of fire and ice and he kept saying all these things while he kissed me and touched me,” you pause, bringing your palms up to press gently against your closed eyes, the pressure grounding you, keeping you from floating away with your thoughts

“What did he say?” you hear the sharpness in Holly’s tone, a defensive and maternal bite as she prepares for the worst words he could have said.

“He told me I was a goddess. He said I was beautiful and pretty, and I think he really meant it too. And he said he wanted to taste me, I didn’t even have to ask or beg or offer anything in return, he just wanted to. He asked me for my consent every step of the way and didn’t make me feel forced into anything. And then after I came, he wanted to cuddle. Like not even a cuddle where he slowly forced my head down to suck him off either. Like his arms wrapped around me and my head on his chest. And I fucking fell asleep for a little too, he wasn’t mad and didn’t kick me out. He was just nice. He’s just really nice,” you hiccup down a sudden wave of emotion with the last phrase, all the words and thoughts suddenly bursting from your chest, leaving a lightness and what you are sure is an overwhelming flush.

“How did it make you feel? Eddie being nice just to be nice, singing genuine praises about you and your body, wanting to hold you and keep you close after?” Holly asks softly, but you flinch at the words. She played the role of friend therapist well, she knew when to push and went to relent, and this question hit a soft spot you don’t even realize you have.

“It made me feel…made me feel confused and scared. I felt like I was expecting his words and his actions to all of a sudden not match up and he would make some excuse to leave or some excuse why he was busy and wouldn’t be able to see me again. But Eddie didn’t. He didn’t do any of that. He said he would really like to see me again soon and I about shit a brick.” You slowly open your eyes to see Holly staring down at you, her expression pinched and perplexed.

“I think maybe I’m a little lost. Why was him being sweet and just genuinely a good person so foreign to you? Like I know it’s been a bit since your last relationship, but I see you with different guys all the time and are none of them nice?” Holly puzzles, honestly baffled by your response to Eddie’s kindness.

“Have you seen me Holly?” you say grimly, gesturing down at your body, thin lounge shorts exposing the ample curves of your thighs, baggy t-shirt clinging around your breasts and tummy as you lay flat back on the bed.

“Yes, I’m looking right at you, and I just see a beautiful, thick, real woman” she replies scrunching her eyebrows together, emphasizing every word as if she’s just given you some profound compliment that you most definitely should be so grateful to her for noticing.

“I love my body, well most days, but a lot of men don’t. The men who love bigger women like me tend to only love them in private. I’m fun to fuck, but not conventionally pretty enough to keep around and introduce to your friends and family. The men I’ve been with before have run through the whole gambit of sweet words to say while they fuck me, but they cringe when they accidentally touch my stomach and they can’t look me in the eye in the morning,” you hiss, words dripping with hate and regret and shame, and the one you hate most of all, self-pity.

“Why do you do it then? Why do you hook up with guys who treat you like that?” Holly searches your eyes for some kind of answer.

“Because I don’t know any other way how. I want to have closeness and intimacy just like everyone else! You can get pretty much anyone you want just by batting your eyelashes. I have to prove to men that I am simultaneously pretty, and funny, and also not a monster before they will even consider spending the night with me let alone get into a relationship with me,” your pitch escalating as you feel the unwanted sting of tears forming in your eyes.

“I think you’re being kind of mean, Y/N. I don’t get just any guy I want whenever I want them. And you’re being really mean to yourself,” Holly’s voice is barely above a whisper, steeling her jaw as she tries to come up with a better response. “I don’t think you always make the best choices in men and then you write off them being an asshole as some kind of reflection on you.”

“No. I think you’re being mean, Holly! You don’t know what it is like! You don’t know what it is like to have your first boyfriend, your very first fucking boyfriend, the one you’ve given all your first to, spent all of freshman and sophomore year of high school with, tell you that he thinks you would be a lot prettier if you lost weight, and that he gets a little sick when he touches your body during sex. He couldn’t even look at me when he said it,” you choke down a sob but force yourself to go on.

“And then I still had to go to high school for two more years with him! You know how long it took me to come back from that? Do you know what it is like to spend everyday trying to love yourself when you’re not even sure that you have ever experienced real love from someone else before? You don’t know what it is like, Holly,” you’re steaming with a rage that you didn’t even know was buried deep inside.

Holly shakes her head weakly in response to your questions. “You’re right, I don’t know what it is like. I’ve had breakups and heartache, but I have never had to hear such hateful words like that stupid little prick of a boyfriend said to you. You did not deserve that. You’re right though, I have not ever known what it is like to walk in your shoes and see how you see the world, but I do know how I see you. You like to think you can hide, but I see you, and I think Eddie does too and that is what scares you,” Holly’s cheeks are pink and tears are slowly streaming down them and she looks away from you quickly as she tries to regain her composure.

“He does scare me. And I feel like I’m just going to fuck it up so why waste his time,” you huff and quickly wipe away your own tears.

“When will you realize that it is not you who is the problem but the men you are choosing who are the problem? You’ve picked men who are no better than literal garbage and you set your standards low to keep yourself safe. If they treat you like crap then you have no reason to become emotionally invested in them or the potential of a relationship so you don’t have to let down any defenses at all. You hook up without feelings or emotion because you’re too afraid of having to be vulnerable and really let someone see who you truly are. And I don’t even think you can fathom the fact that someone might actually really like you for you. You keep these walls up with everyone, even me,” Holly speaks the painful truth and you open your mouth to protest, but she hushes you instantly.

“Don’t start, I see that look on your face, I know you keep things from me and that’s ok. There are parts of you that you’re not willing to open up about and I get it, but at some point, you gotta just let go a little. It’s okay to cry, show some of your weaknesses, and let someone take care of you, but still be strong and independent as hell,” Holly offers, really trying to be helpful. She makes valid points, you do have a hard time opening up and it has been for good reason, but the last thing you really want is your petite pretty friend giving you love and life advice.

You can’t think of any words that would be able to match the flurry of thoughts going on in your head, so you simply nod, pursing your lips and looking away from Holly as tears continue to trickle down your cheeks. You get up from her bed and walk towards the door, hand pausing on the handle for a moment when you hear her speak again.

“I guess you know where I am if you want to talk about it more. And I know it’s not really my place to say, but I think you should give Eddie a chance. Give yourself a chance, Y/N,” Holly preaches, a sickly sweet smile lacing her lips. You’ve never been more angry. Angry with Holly. Angry with yourself.

You fight the urge to throw something at her, scanning the dresser nearby and spotting a music box that doesn’t look like it would injure her too badly. But you resist, simply clenching your jaw in silence and closing the door behind you. You escape to the solace of the guest bedroom and collapse in a heap on the bed, burying a scream into the pillow.

Holly is right about a lot of the things she said, but you don’t need her to be your skinny savior. You may have been friends for a while and exist in the same spaces, but she was living in a wildly different world from your own. You don’t want to hear her preaching about your choices in men. You don’t need her to tell you that you’ll find the right guy when you just open up and love yourself. That line is bullshit. Utter bullshit.

You had spent many years fighting the negativity with that same kind of toxic positivity, if I love myself then I can be loved if I love myself then I can be loved, I can be loved despite the way I look I can be loved despite the way I look. Never realizing that you didn’t need to be whole to be worthy of love.

Too scared to look inward to heal the sad high school girl that didn’t ever deserve to be treated that way, that didn’t just deserve to be loved in spite of the way that you looked, but because of it. And also not because of it at all, but just because you are a person who is deserving of love.

The only way you knew how to move forward was to wall that high school girl in, keeping her safe there so the words wouldn’t hurt so much. You swallowed down self-love mantra after self-love mantra, I am beautiful, I am strong, I am worthy, hoping it would feed her and grow her strong. And it did, for a little. But your voice could only shout so loud and the walls got thicker and thicker, so the you inside had stopped being able to hear those kind words so well. You have truly grown more confident, age alone will do that sometimes, but all the attempts at losing weight did not equal happiness and that was often found out the hard way.

You were content with the body you had, but had to work around the ways others felt. With college came the newfound ability that you could actually attract men, a small handful, but still enough, and whether or not they were gutter trash was never your biggest concern because they were ready and willing to be close to you. You found fleeting moments of sick and twisted assurance in the brief power you held over men, your ability to give them pleasure and your willingness to do whatever they wanted.

It was wrong, and some part of you knew that, but it didn’t change the fact that that was the only way you knew how to get men to look at you, like you, see you. Their cock in your mouth and control at your fingertips, a powerful seductress as you watched them come undone at your bidding and then brush you away.

And Eddie hadn’t wanted that. He didn’t even want anything in return for the pleasure he gave, insisted upon it in fact. That alone was baffling and perplexing, but only compounded with the way he had worshiped your body, covering every inch of you with kisses and praises that made your ears ring and eyes water.

The way he held you in his arms when you cried, after you came, it felt overwhelming and new, and even though there is a nagging part of you that is telling you to run, you know you want more. Need more. You need more of Eddie. But did he need more of you? Was he genuine when he said he wanted to see you again soon? Would he actually want to get to know you or would it just be about sex like it had been in your past relationships? Above all that, would he even call?

You almost wish that he had given you his phone number so that you could have control over when you got to hear his voice again, hear more of those stupid jokes he told that made you laugh way harder than they should have. You stare over at the phone resting in its cradle on the bedside table, telling yourself not to obsess.

“He’ll call when he calls. He will call when he calls,” your voice comes out in a weak huff as you try to reassure yourself. You sit up from the bed abruptly and rifle through your belongings to pull out a well loved copy of The Princess Bride. You flip open to where you had left off, hoping for some escape from your own thoughts and lose yourself in the fantasy world where true love existed.

“And if he doesn’t call, that’s fine too,” you mutter to yourself, trying to resign to the idea by pushing the phone further away on the side table and burying your nose in your book.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

~*~

Eddie stares at the ceiling of his bedroom, tracing the lines of the afternoon shadows cast there, trying to conjure up any other thoughts in his brain besides you. He tries reading, but the words become a jumble before his eyes. He tries practicing the band’s newest song, but his fingers fumble over the cords he should know.

He huffs in frustration, thoughts clouding with your image, before quickly flopping over onto his stomach and pulling out his campaign notebook, hopeful that maybe planning some sick combat for the next D&D session could be the key to distracting him.

But it doesn’t work. In his hunt for a pen, he finds your panties and phone number still hiding in the pocket of his leather jacket. He delicately plucks the piece of paper with your number out and sets it on his bedside table, then pulls out your underwear, shivering as his fingertips make contact with the swath of fabric that had covered your core.

Without a second thought, he brings the pink cotton up to his nose and inhales deeply, the fading scent of your arousal washing over his senses and making his dick twitch in his boxers. He feels a little guilty for having taken them. You hadn’t said he could keep them, but you also seemed aware that they had gone missing and you weren’t too keen to find them.

But what does that mean? Does that mean that she wanted me to keep them, to remember her until next time? Or was it more of a parting and final souvenir? That she won’t plan on answering if I call and doesn’t want to get to know me or see me again, let alone let me get into her pants again.

He has already asked about five different people about when was too soon to call after a date. If you could even call it a date, he was pretty sure it was a date. Nancy had told him at least three days, at least that is what she had always heard. Robin said it was all made up patriarchal bullshit to mess with the girl’s head and to call whenever he wanted to. Steve had insisted on at least a three day minimum, but it could go up to five depending on how long he wanted to keep a girl waiting. Jeff and Gareth were pretty clueless, Gareth only just recently getting up the nerve to ask out the girl he had been dancing around for months, but they both said to do just whatever felt right.

Eddie doesn’t know what any of that means, all the conflicting opinions pound in his head and he just wants to hear your voice. He had spent the day after that night reeling in his thoughts, replaying the night over and over again just to make sure it had actually happened. He had figured that calling the day after was probably a little hasty, and he didn’t want to put you off by seeming too needy.

But it’s Thursday and with the weekend quickly approaching it is prime time for plans and maybe a second date? So what if he didn’t make it to day three before calling, Robin had a point that it was probably all just made up bullshit anyway and if wasn’t messing with your head it was certainly messing with his.

What would he even say if he did call? Hey, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you punched that guy and let me eat your fries and your pussy. I really like you so can we do it all over again today, and the day after that, and the day after that, and forever until you get sick of me?

Absolutely not. That was way too intense, but exactly how Eddie feels. He hums over whether to ask you out on a date for this weekend or ask you to come join Hellfire tonight, wondering if that again was moving too quickly in this whole unfamiliar world of getting to know someone.

Without even realizing his hands are already in motion, Eddie’s long fingers are punching in the numbers, the hand that is holding the paper shaking like a leaf. He holds the phone up to his ear, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, some of your scent still lingering in his nostrils. Please answer, Y/N. Please answer.

~*~

You are just getting to the good part, Buttercup has been kidnapped and the man in black has just made his first appearance, when the shrill ring of the phone startles you. You wait for a few rings, hoping that someone else will answer it, but then you remember that it is Thursday and Holly is out on her date with Theo and Jen is back at the hospital again. You hadn’t spoken to Holly all day, and frankly, you are kind of happy to have the house to yourself for the night. The phone continues to ring and you roll from the bed, deciding you are going to answer it. Trying not to hope too hard that it would be Eddie’s voice you hear coming through the phone.

“Hello, Anderson residence,” your voice oddly formal, but trying to be courteous since it wasn’t really your house.

“Uhh..I hope I have the right number. Is Y/N there?” the voice on the other line falters and cracks.

“Yes, this is Y/N, who is this?” you have a pretty good idea who it is, the boyish nervousness filtering through the phone lines, but you want to hear him confirm that you aren’t just dreaming it.

“It’s Eddie,” he hesitates, silence for a moment before you speak again.

“Eddie who?” you jest, trying to give him a hard time but your tone doesn’t come off quite a light and jokey as you wanted.

“Uhhh, from the other night at The Hideout.. You punched a guy and then I took you out to dinner and…” he trails off. Is she messing with me or am I that fucking forgettable. Eddie’s mind races, trying to debate the only two options he can see, and if it is the latter, how is he going to recover from that one.

“Oh yeah, that Eddie,” you reply lamely, hearing the anxious wavering of his voice as he tries to place an image of himself in your head. One that, little did he know, was already tattooed there since that night.

“That’s me. Not too many other freaks with long hair named Eddie running around Hawkins, as far as I know,” he offers, trying to add a lightness to his tone even though he is feeling a little bit hurt.

“That was a horrible attempt at trying to make you laugh, I’m sorry Eddie. Of course I remember you! I still have the bruises on my hand to prove the punch and you have me penciled in for a satanic sacrifice on Thursday. Oh shoot, today is Thursday! Did I miss it?” you ramble, cheeks flushing wildly when you hear his laugh ring through the line.

You stare down at the bruises decorating your knuckles, tracing the delicate yellow lace that has begun to surround the fading violet blooms, thinking about how Eddie’s fingers had followed the very same path.

“Ok good, I got a little worried there for a second that I just dreamt everything that happened that night, you being the woman of my dreams after all,” Eddie confesses, and you catch an audible thump and airy mutterings as Eddie trips over the phone cord. He presses a finger to his temple once he’s on steady feet again, trying not to overanalyze the words he has just said.

“I…uh…I mean, I’m glad you remember me. So the sacrifice is still a go for tonight. Hellfire, um it’s…uh, the Dungeons and Dragons club that I run is meeting tonight, and maybe you would want to join in and play, or you could just hang out and watch and I could teach you the rules. I think you would make a really cute Tabaxi cleric or maybe like a sexy Moon Elf wizard,” he rattles off excitedly before quickly falling silent in anticipation of your response.

“I only caught about half of the words in the last sentence, but I did hear that you think I’m cute and sexy and you’ve clearly been thinking about me playing D&D a lot,” you laugh, falling back into the easy playfulness of conversation with Eddie.

“Well I have been thinking about you a lot. Shit. I mean I’ve been thinking a lot about you coming to play D&D with me,” Eddie stutters and you hear what sounds like his forehead thudding against a wall.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot too,” you admit, willing your voice to sound sexy and confident and not absolutely terrified. Eddie laughs in response, stuttering and stopping as he tries to begin to form his thoughts around that idea.

“I would love to come to D&D tonight. I don’t know if I’ll play tonight, as a sexy Moon Elf or a Tabasco clerk…”

“Tabaxi cleric,” Eddie corrects with a chuckle.

“Right, Tabaxi cleric. But I would love to hang out and see the magic happen, learn some of the rules so I can play next time,” you suggest with a beaming grin.

“Oh yeah for sure, you are welcome to come anytime you want. To D&D, I mean. Or like you did the other night. I mean not that I have been thinking about that. Fucking hell! This is not going as smoothly as I had planned. You’re relentless with that word vomit curse, Y/N,” Eddie chokes on his words and laughs, you can imagine the pink that must be spreading across his cheeks.

“Well, I will definitely be keeping that in mind for future reference,” you tease, quoting him from the other night when you’d had your own slip of the tongue.

“Ahh, I see what you did there, think you’re real funny don’t you, princess. You find it very amusing that you make me lose my mind a little bit when I talk to you,” Eddie sighs contentedly, enjoying the gentle slip into insanity if it means he gets to hear your voice.

“It’s only because I’m secretly a witch and have mastered the brain melt elixir, I snuck it into the milkshake the other night,” you try your best at a maniacal cackle, but it comes out as more of a nervous giggle instead.

“Clearly you are a very powerful witch, because the effects of the potion are still lingering. Or it could just be that I get tongue tied when I talk to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” his voice drops to a lower register, a thick, warmness and sincerity to the tone that sends shivers down your spine. Your cheeks instantly redden and you try to think of an appropriate response, but flounder.

“Shut up, no you are,” you offer with a forced laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you to shut up. I don’t know how to respond to compliments, obviously.”

“I think the normal response is ‘thank you’, but fuck normal and I could also be very wrong. I’m not exactly the king of receiving compliments myself,” Eddie confides with a snorting laugh.

“No? You’re like a rockstar though, doesn’t that kind of thing come with the territory?” you question, trying not to pry, but very curious about Eddie’s dating history. After getting to know his personality a little more, he doesn’t seem the type to have a different groupie or fan every night, but maybe that was just you not wanting to picture him with anyone else but you.

“You are far too kind if you consider me to be a rockstar, sweetheart. But yeah and no, there’s a good handful of women who hang around The Hideout after gigs looking to have their moment with a musician or whatever, but those aren’t ever very genuine compliments anyway,” he concludes, trying to figure out how much is too much information to give.

“What about high school? I bet you had ladies lining up for some of that Munson charm,” you flirt, flopping over on your stomach to get more comfortable, feet kicking up behind you on the bed.

“Munson charm!? I feel like maybe you did meet another Eddie the other night, sweetheart, because I think you might be confusing my dumb luck for charm. I definitely tried to charm you, but I think we know how well that went with the word vomit,” he lets out an airy giggle and you both laugh for a moment before he goes on.

“As far as high school, I don’t know if you remember but I am the local freak. I didn’t exactly have them lining up waiting for me after my Hellfire Club or after it took me an extra two years to graduate. And now I’m a year out of graduating and still working at the local tire shop, so uhh…I don’t know if that answers the question, but that was my answer,” Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb in an attempt to stop more words that might spill from his mouth without a filter.

You can’t help but smile, nodding and chuckling softly at his response. You shouldn’t have any right to feelings of jealousy about Eddie’s past relationship, but a sneaky small part of you is happy that he doesn’t have quite the lengthy history you thought he might.

“I can feel you nodding and smiling, Y/N, but my telepathy is feeling weak tonight so you still do actually have to say words over there,” Eddie reminds you.

“Oh duh, yeah, sorry. I do that way too often when I’m talking on the phone. But I…uh..I don’t think that working at a tire shop is a bad thing, everyone just has to take life at their own pace,” you comment, pulling a pillow up to your chest as you think about what it would’ve been like if you had known Eddie in high school.

“What about you, princess? Since you got me to spill my brief and nonexistent dating history, I think you should share at least a little snippet of yours. Being as gorgeous as you are, I’m sure yours is much more eventful than mine,” he coaxes lightly, also thinking that he’s not too sure he wants to picture you with someone else. He’s not a virgin, but definitely inexperienced enough to balk at the possibility that you’ve had a more skillful lover than he is.

“I think you might also have gotten me a little confused too, Eddie. Mine is just about as nonexistent as yours. There have been guys, a handful or two, but I’ve not really had any stick around for too long since high school, and the one in high school was a total prick, so I didn’t date at all in high school after him,” you explain honestly, hoping you hit the right mark of being just open enough without laying out all your cards.

“Well that’s a shame, I’m sorry he ruined things for you. If we had been in high school together I would’ve had such a big crush on you,” Eddie blurts out and then falls silent, his staccatoed breathing rustling in your ear.

“Yeah? I think I would’ve had a big crush on you too, Eddie,” you reply, voice curling into a seductive whisper as you let the heavy silence hang on the line after your words. Neither of you speak for a few moments, the sounds of breathing and thoughts swirling filling the line.

“So, um, Hellfire. What time is it tonight and do I need to bring anything? Sacraments to the dark lord? Sprite? Snacks?” your questions cracking through the silence, Eddie’s sonorous giggle filling in the gaps.

“No sacraments are required this time, no snacks or drinks either really. We have moved our base of operations to Gareth’s garage since both Jeff and I graduated, and his mom always does a big spread of snacks for everyone. So all you need is yourself and I’ll come by to pick you up at 7?” he proposes, creating a scratching static sound as he rubs the mouthpiece of the phone nervously against the stubble of his chin.

“Perfect, I will see you at 7 then. Do you remember how to get to Holly’s place?”

“I do indeed,” he replies eagerly.

“Great! I’m excited, I can’t wait!” you grin, sitting up from the bed and looking over at the pile of your clothes, hoping something would be appropriate for a D&D session.

“I’m excited too, I can’t wait to see you. Um…yeah, so I’ll see you at 7,” Eddie rambles.

“I’ll see you at 7. Bye Eddie,” you sign off.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” Eddie finishes and you hear him let out a puffy exhale before your ears are met with a click and the monotonous dial tone as the line goes dead.

You look down at your gold wristwatch, 2 more hours until 7. Just enough time to have a minor crisis about how you were going to properly function being around Eddie again, how to be cool about meeting all his friends, how to be open but not too open, and figure out what to wear!

Your stomach immediately weaves into intricate knots, closing in on one another as you try to keep your cool. First step to tackle will be the outfit, and maybe the other things will fall into place while you hunt through all the clothes you brought for the summer. After a heated internal debate about whether or not to wear a dress to such a casual event, you settle on simple with a pair of well worn jeans and an off the shoulder top.

“It’s good, you’re good. He called, so that’s already a good sign,” you reassure yourself, looking at your reflection in the mirror after putting on the chosen outfit. You probably should cover up a little more, it might embarrass him in front of his friends. Don’t get your hopes up too high, he might let you down. You allow the negative thoughts to rise in your mind for a brief moment before exhaling them away, no longer offering space for them to crawl back inside to fester. “I can go in with an open mind and an open heart and hope for the best, and even if he lets me down, that doesn’t make me a bad person or unworthy of love,” you stand firm and tall, staring thoughtfully into your own eyes. Offering yourself as much confidence, kindness, and sincerity as you can muster, you feel a tiny crack creasing through the walls built deep inside, crumbling and falling away.

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