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eliciria · 3 months

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Ahmmm..

Headcanons for Leona Kingscholar while being friends with benefits with Reader/yuu

Angst and fluff??

a/n : thanks so much for requesting! My first post that actually shows my writing! wow! Sorry if it's a bit more angsty than fluff, i naturally go there hehe. Hope you enjoy!

whisper to the trees... (ask box) : open

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wc : 0.8k words

cws : suggestive but still fluff, miscommunication phase for like 2 seconds, swearing, kind of ooc leona, potentially happy ending? gn reader

song playing : this is how it feels by laufey ft. d4vd

Leona Kingscholar with a friends to benefit! Relationship

I'll be so real right now, he actually wouldn't do any type of PDA with you. Even if you lean to more of the affectionate and almost lover-type phase of your 'friendship', he won't even attempt to try and hold your hand out in the open.

That doesn't mean he doesn't want to, though.

It's just that his pride kind of gets in the way when he attempts to brush his fingers against yours a little longer.

Pride is also probably the main reason why both of you remain friends. You think he wants to remain friends, while he struggles to pour his true emotions to you.

It leads into a cycle of ghosting then love bombing. The lack of responsibility within the interactions of both of you, before finally missing you becomes toxic.

He misses your supposed first dates, before apologizing later in the night. After reconciling, you'd attempt to meet up with him again past your `nightly activities` , but he misses it again. The cycle repeats.

Frankly, you were a bit sick of it. But you gave him one last chance to talk it out with you after class. To figure it out together.

So when he notices you right after he flirts with a random student(for them to carry one of the group projects, that is). He can't help but regret to have confessed earlier.

You walk hastily, trying to avoid the awkward situation you just witnessed. You finally got your answer, but you wished it wasn't in this way.

You pretended that you weren't in denial, and your actions showed the opposite. You really were. Tears were fighting to come out, and your lips trembled in both sadness and anger.

You only snapped out of it when Leona grabbed your hand a bit too tightly, breaking you out of your train of thought.

"Are you seriously walking away?" He asked you. How funny. You scoff.

"After witnessing that? Any person would."

"You don't understand." Really? Is this how he is going to act? You roll your eyes, tears sliding.

"Just what do I not understand? That you pulled that shit on me? Just how long do you think I can handle this bullshit?" Your voice attempts to remain stable, but the broken sobs break your attempt to look like you didn't care. You were just friends, yes. But the nights where he had "loved" you felt too much now.

" Yuu--"

"What, huh? I'm tired, so tired of you treating me like a whore. Like someone with no dignity. You treat me like a friend, and I'm happy you do. But when we try to step forward, you act like I'm just a fucking bed warmer! Just what do you want from me Leona?! I can't keep up with this. I love you, but I'm tired. Please, just stop-"

You get interrupted with your face being buried in his chest. He was embracing you, with a bit too much gentleness. He was stroking your hair, muttering a "shhh...". You hit his chest again and again, your broken sobs muffled. It would happen all over again. You'd fall again, and he'd do nothing but let you.

He watched as you screamed at him. It was understandable, he had refused to show any sign that he had truly loved you. But when he picked up the noise of students' footsteps, he can't help but want this to be cut short.

Nobody can hear your cries, unless it was him.

He immediately embraced you, both in comfort, and to blur your cries.

As you hit him as he hugs you, he gripped you a bit tighter. The punches were weak, and he was too focused on stopping you from crying.

Students passed by the both of you, glaring at the scene. A couple hugging in a hallway? Out of all the places?

But they rushed on as they noticed his death stare. The second they had tried to look at your face, he was tempted to pounce at them right then or there. He fought the urge to actually commit the act; he simply moved himself so all they would see was his back, and not you.

After a few more minutes of silence, he finally spoke.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I do love you. I really fucking do. The only person I want to see is you. The only person I want to be with is you. I just...don't know how to tell you that. I acted incredibly douchey, so i apologize. For everything. For all the dates I missed. For the missed opportunities to say I love you. For not being able to give you what you deserve. I'll change. Fuck, I'll do anything. I need you, so please. Don't leave."

You remain still, before letting out a jagged breath. You held onto the side of his jacket, and he rests his hand on your neck, the other on your waist. You look at him.

"I won't."

a/n : the cycle continues! if you liked this, please like or repost it! again, my asks are open, and thanks for reading!

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futurecorps3 · 10 months

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Hobie Brown partying with latina!reader<3

Masterlist<3

SUGGESTIVE!!! MDNI GO AWAY OR ILL BITE YOU

I’m already giggling about this shit and haven’t even started it 🤭 just picture that emoji cause that’s how i look rn. This is written from my perspective which is from a mexican living in Mexico going to 100% mexican perreos!!!

-It took a while to convince him to be honest

-Don’t take it the wrong way though!! He’s supportive and go ahead, perrea hasta el suelo but it’s just not his scene

-He’s not a reggaetón hater, he believes every type of music has a merit to it!! BUT ITS JUST NOT HIS SCENE

-Hacerle ojitos was enough to convince him lmao

-“Mi amor please! I want you to meet my friends” You whined, looking up at him all dressed up for the party that started in about thirty minutes. How could he say no when you were looking so pretty? “Shit ‘aight” He muttered, leaving to do his makeup as you kissed his cheek sweetly

-Now when y’all get there

-HE’S ASTONISHED TO SAY THE LEAST

-Yeah sure, mosh pits were crazy and the pubs he frequently attended were also wild but seeing

-People making out with a stranger then the next, some couple basically fucking in the couch next to the door, a girl downing shots like there was no tomorrow, besos de tres, and most importantly; el perreo.

-My man gets shy n shit like he holds your hand. pls help him no entiende nada

-Your friend approaches you with two plastic cups with some golden liquid that didn’t even reach the half of the cup. “Hey Hobie! Nice to meet ya’, my name’s Martha. Tengan, para ambientarse and getting the party started for you two!”

-Hobie thought it was dumb to drink so little of something, even more when he saw how effortlessly you downed your shot. “What’s this shit?”

-Tequila. It was Herradura. Now he knows why you pour so little for a single shot.

-HE WAS WHEEZING, SPILLING HIS GUTS OUT AND ABSOLUTELY BAFFLED BECAUSE HOW DID YOU DRINK THAT WITHOUT EVEN FLINCHING?????

-Your male friends definitely laughed a bit at that, pero en buena onda, they know how important Bee is to him so they’d never be mean to him hehe

-“Ay cabrón, Martha le dio tequila?” One of your friends say while laughing, his arm rounding your boyfriend’s tall figure “Sí, no soportó” You laugh back, kissing Hobie softly

-Your friends got to know him, silently questioning his intentions and stuff but not like they’re your parents. They mean well!! They just want their friend to be happy with this new dude, and some of them are men, so they definitely know how shit they can be

-“So this is what usually happens?” He asks, looking around as he takes it all in “Yup” you nod, popping the ‘p’ and smiling “I love it”.

-He found it all very freeing; no one judging, everyone moving as they pleased and drinking like hangovers weren’t real. No labels, no consistency. Just fun.

-Then… your friends pulled you to the circle to dance

-And he was done for.

-Seeing how you moved your hips in circles (something he was now sure was sort of a generic gift) changed his life forever

-You danced with your girlfriends, making a line of grinding and twerking from time to time. Some of their boyfriends reaching out to dance with them

-“Holy shit” Hobie muttered, entranced by how you ass moved in those shorts “Yeah, it’s something else” One of your friends who was now friends with Hobie (bonding over playing vodka beer pong) answered.

-“Try to dance with her man, I know you’re foreign and stuff but I don’t think Y/N/N would mind teaching you”

-His feet take him to you before he knows

-“Want me to teach you, love?” You shout so he can hear you over the music, and he just nods with a smile, holding your hands

-“Your work is just moving with me with your hands on my hips, look at Martha and her boyfriend”. He noticed how your best friend’s boyfriend kept a tight grasp on Martha’s hips, going down with her and up again if she did.

-Hobie replicated his moves and soon he got the hang of it

-Big, ring-clad fingers holding your waist tightly as he loosened his hips and felt your ass grinding against his crotch. You can feel how his tall figure looms over you, towering your smaller frame and you love it.

-As he gets more confident, he starts pulling you closer, kissing your neck from time to time and pulling away for a bit so you can scream some lyrics with your friends and then go back to him.

-It's safe to say he has a boner, yeah

-To you? It felt like an absolute dream! Imagine him grinding behind you to some track of Un Verano Sin Ti as he sings along to some of the chorus’s lyrics <3

-You got wasted, danced the night away, he perfected his spanish and you accomplished your dream; ver a Hobie Brown, el punk, perreando.

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I'm actively ignoring my full inbox to write this so it better not flop. HERMANAS lemme know if u like it and leave in the replies what else would you like to see from hobie with a latina reader

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Thanks again, stranger. Hope you have a nice day<3

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throwaway-yandere · 11 months

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The Owner Who Broke The Leash (Yandere!Kamisato Ayato/Reader)

a/n: this is a chainsaw man au but I tried writing it so that you don't need to be an anime/manga reader (suffer with me.) I'm not 100% following the source material, so Beidou and Kazuha are platonic & no mother-child themes the orig has people debate over. I won't be explaining the latter to those who did not understand lmao. (Y/n)'s 20 years old. This is just a yandere fic, relax hehe. also, huge shoutout to @navxry for beta reading, their insights were helpfull!!! and also shoutout because honestly nothing is more fulfulling like seeing a live commentary of roasting the yanderes and for some reason, my husband too sorry dain-

cw: yandere themes and degrading nicknames ("dog"), and dont read while eating ig?

unreliable synopsis: "Thank you, Mr. Kamisato," (Y/n) mumbled. "It's just... I'm still pretty pissed by what happened. I had an absolute shit first kiss–"

Kamisato Ayato questioned whether he had a heart in his head because, on occasion, it beats louder than the one cradled by his ribs. Or perhaps he's just grown incredibly susceptible to human emotions– or in this scenario: "headaches." Then again, in a world where 7 out of every 20 Inazuman citizens are killed by Devils in a concerningly short duration, is it really surprising that Ayato would experience such distress?

The Public Safety Devil Hunters have often questioned their limits throughout the years. Many of them have hardened themselves into pawns who seek glorified kinds of justice and retribution with the limited and declining manpower they have. As a result, they needed people like Kamisato Ayato, a mystifying man who presented himself as a gregarious yet reticent individual regarded either with respect or distaste.

Only a few people have gone insane, which he and the captain of Division 4, Dainsleif, considered to be regrettable. They both had a strong conviction that complete sanity was inappropriate for a devil hunter. The rational and sensible are not in demand in this profession. Only those who have lost their sense of humanity can remain alive with their limbs intact. Many disputed Dainsleif's claims, questioning how could they be true. And to this, he answered:

"What does sanity truly mean when demanded of you by a Devil?"

Unfortunately, not many people understood the significance of that puzzling question, and even if they did, they rejected this way of thinking. Losing one's sanity is equivalent to losing what kept many alive–

And then…

There's (Y/n).

"Holy shiiiiiit!!!" (Y/n) spat out with their mouth full as they gouged the poor leftover traces of udon from the bowl, fully savoring what drops can be salvaged. They tilted their wrist and licked the remaining noodles, which made Mr. Kamisato's associates raise an eyebrow. Their unbrushed hair would sometimes cover their eyes, making them appear more monstrous and feral.

That was enough to know that in an instant, (Y/n) was endowed with a life that was blessed— at least, in physiological matters.

Despite their disheveled clothes and messy hair, anyone would've mistaken them for a somewhat functional human being. Ayato was quite pleased to dress them up after finding them bloodied and dazed. Not that the zombie devil was ever considered a formidable foe, but seeing the Chainsaw Devil in action is enough grounds for fascination, yes?

The Chainsaw Devil… What name does his "family" go by nowadays? What does the "Fixer of Hell" do around this era?

And why did he form a contract with this… mess of a human being? Why did the Chainsaw Devil agree to become this person's heart replacement?

Why didn't the devil let them perish?

Kamisato Ayato has been dying to know–

"Is this what you devil hunters eat every day?" (Y/n) gawked at him, who was snapped back to reality by their childlike antics. "Seems pretty fucking worth it to me. Those jackasses must be ripping me off if I did the same work for less than, what, two eighty percent? I don't know jack-shit about math, though. Unless it's about calculating debt."

"Is that right?"

When (Y/n) eliminated the Zombie Devil, the public safety officer was able to locate the "dog" in person. Fortunately, he just so happened to know that there was a devil in the vicinity and saw (Y/n) covered in blood. Surely, finding out that the Chainsaw Devil became (Y/n)'s heart via a contract was a mere coincidence in Mr. Kamisato's perspective. He's a cunning being, but not omnipotent, yes?

"Duh," their nose scrunched. "Gotta pay my dead dad's debt somehow. The sins of the Father are the sins of the... I forgot the rest of the line."

"Hmm."

To say (Y/n) is the… most entertaining person is the understatement of the decade. They exude none of the dignity of an ordinary civilian when bringing up their lack of rudimentary mathematical abilities and literary knowledge. Like a child who was isolated in their room for so long, (Y/n) was the type of clumsily put-together person you wouldn't expect to pique Ayato's interest.

Yet here he is, answering them with something far from a business smile.

Ayato was entertained by their awkwardly talkative behavior and flushed cheeks.

(Y/n) has a crush on him. He's certain.

He can make use of that.

"We take care of our workers, yes," Ayato smoothly replied. His gaze did not falter away from the more-than-exploited hybrid. Hidden behind his stare was an obsession he had yet to add a label to. There's a strangely human urge for him to wipe the stray noodle off their chin.

They failed to see his soft gaze and continued to mindlessly ask nonsensical questions.

"P-Peanut butter and jelly too?"

"If they so desired it. I do not see why they cannot afford to buy some with their paycheck."

"Woah."

They looked incredibly amazed, if not, pathetically deprived. It made Ayato even more curious– just what life was this poor dog living if they craved incredibly simple joys?

And… peanut butter? Was that ever considered peak luxury? What a miserable life. Dead mother, murdered father– and a poor heart condition to match. He'll never consider their living conditions humane.

"Dog," Ayato thought to himself. "Positively a dog."

So faithful. So easily handled.

Just as the Public Safety Devil Hunter had hoped for.

Humans are strange creatures and even more challenging to please. Ayato noticed that people attract others when they're unfortunate yet not far enough where they're "beyond saving". Balancing that fine line is a hindrance. Humans strive for authenticity but retreat when it causes discomfort— running away from the empty or broken bits that reflect their innermost selfish beliefs. These people will probe for trauma and unfavorable emotions to relate to, but won't exert control to change or challenge the speaker.

They want a "palatable" story– a "marketable" person.

Kamisato Ayato didn't enjoy how hypocritical humanity is. Perhaps that's why he connected with (Y/n) instantaneously.

Because (Y/n) was no longer human.

They're a devil-human hybrid. There's nothing for (Y/n) to mask, and most importantly, they're so damn easy to please.

Ayato glanced at his wristwatch.

It's nearly time for tea with his fellow commissioners.

He closed his eyes and sighed softly. There was no latent vitriolic expression on his face, but that did not mean Ayato cared for his colleagues deeply.

They're all dogs in his eyes.

"Let us depart, (Y/n)."

And (Y/n) might be the best one yet.

Mr. Kamisato stood up and ruffled their hair.

"Come. Be a good dog and perhaps I'll spoil you with as many treats as you desire."

—-------------------

"Holy shit…" (Y/n) muttered to themselves.

"Today, I'm going to experience my first kiss ever…"

"Oh, a kiss you say?"

"M-Mister Kamisato?!"

It's been a while since Mr. Kamisato saw (Y/n), and they exude a brighter aura than before.

He's not pretentious enough to say (Y/n) had grown so much since he last saw them. There are qualities to them (he wouldn't say redeemable) that Ayato was certain weren't there in the past. After assigning them as Kaedehara Kazuha's subordinate and roommate, (Y/n) rehabilitated to the norms of public safety devil hunters. There were some setbacks, including the time they refused to kill a devil because they were naive enough to consider them as friends. But here they were, inside a busy restaurant after a month of dispatching (Y/n) to their new job– new life.

And won't you look at that?

Ayato's gaze softened as it sank in how much his influence had changed them over the months.

They… look radiant, don't they?

(Y/n) stood up, shocked that the refined public safety officer would be joining them. No one told them that he was invited. The rest of Division 4 followed suit, extending their pleasantries to their superior. The only exception was Beidou, who spoke nothing as she continued chugging her beer. Ayato greeted them and gracefully slipped away from his black cloak and placed it on the chair.

They remained standing until Ayato reached out and ruffled their hair.

"Sit."

And so they did.

Mr. Kamisato's grin widened.

"Good dog." He said.

…

Good dog…?

For a moment, the world was on mute for Mr. Kamisato.

And in that personal silence, he pondered to himself:

Why does he care so much about a dog?

It matters not since they will always remain a dog in his eyes. The day he stops calling them a dog and treating them as one is the day he'll forget about the "Fixer of Hell."

"(Y/n)..."

Ayato turned to look at the woman who moaned.

Beidou was one of his favorite dog's new coworkers alongside Kazuha, Kaveh, Al Haitham, the blood-fiend Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto, and the rest. Unlike the aforementioned four, Beidou often regarded Ayato as a "manipulative bastard" while her long-time partner, Kazuha, felt that there is a certain level of melancholy about him that they repeatedly failed to comprehend. Kazuha had a better sense of the world than his dear old eye-patched friend, but even he finds Ayato unpredictable.

Ayato doesn't mind her hostility and their wariness, not when they took great care of his pet on their latest mission.

Yet, he's holding back a glare.

"(Y/nnnnnn)..."

He doesn't appreciate the way her hand repeatedly traveled down his dog's thigh.

"H-Hey, you're d-drunk–" (Y/n) kept "discreetly" glancing at Ayato, worried. "Q-Quit it! Y-You're making me uncomfortable, man–"

"Shhhhh!" Beidou hushed in a low and seductive tone.

"Just wait, (Y/n), I give better kisses when I'm far from sober."

Ayato's eye twitched.

How intriguing.

"W-WH-WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!!–"

"Your reward for killing the Eternity Devil, you scallywag~" She hiccupped, red-faced. "Kiss, with tongue, re-mem-ber?"

Mr. Kamisato closed his eyes, clenching his fists beneath the table as his colleagues drank and ate to their hearts' content. She's drunk. She'll likely regret those words tomorrow.

For a moment, he wished he could drown himself in Kaveh's talks about wearing his father's hand-me-downs or staying in Public Safety for the paycheck. Or maybe hone in on how Itto kept adding zeros to his IQ when asked.

But his whole being was focused on this peculiar conversation.

Suppose a lonesome dog will latch on to any attention it will get.

"K-Kiss…" (Y/n) squeaked.

Don't be so overjoyed.

Ayato desperately wanted to say.

Can't you tell that between the two of us, it's me who you would choose in a heartbeat?

"Who's kissing who now?" Ayato raised his hand, calling for the waiter while staring at the morally conflicted (Y/n). "A glass, please."

(Y/n) paused, not looking at both Ayato and Beidou. They were deep in thought, assessing the situation as though it was their most life-threatening moment.

Good.

They perked up again, somewhat sweating.

"U-Uh, Mr. Kamisato! H-Have you heard? I found an important metal-piece thing and grabbed it!"

Ayato no longer held back a defeated sigh and clenched his fists under the table.

… Disappointing.

So they have chosen to ignore his confrontation instead of turning down Beidou's advances. Shame. Ayato's face contorted, but no one noticed his dismay other than Kaveh, who did not know what to make of it at the time.

"Yes, I have, and what fine news it was indeed. Excellent work. Oh, to have been a fly in the wall..."

Seeing as that "piques" his interest, Kazuha leaned his elbows on the table.

"While we're on the topic, Mister Kamisato…"

Kazuha proceeded to add more to the subject, calmly stating all the information and inferences the group had acquired after the last mission. The "metal-piece" thing (Y/n) found was a portion of the Gun Devil, and Kazuha blabbered about how it appeared that (Y/n) had been targeted by many devils.

"–somehow (Y/n) is at the crux of everything. You know something that we do not, right Mister Kamisato?"

It's only natural for Kazuha to act this way. (Y/n) had no formal training yet fought the Eternity Devil for three days without rest. They had even utilized the Chainsaw Devil's ("Thoma" was its new name) power to torture them nonstop. Devils regenerate by drinking blood so they grained the Eternity devil regularly, yelling and taunting it like a maniac. So in Kazuha's conclusion, (Y/n) was not only stranger than they suppose; they are stranger than they can suppose.

Division 4's and Ayato's main objective is to hunt this "Gun Devil", but there's no need to mind such trifles. At least Makoto is dead. That's one battle won.

Ayato gazed at Kazuha, then his drink.

"What an interesting notion. How about a game?" Ayato placed a finger on his lip. "What do they call this… was it called hot pot? Hmm… No matter."

"The mechanics of the game is to outdrink your opponent," Ayato smiled. "Will you accept this duel?"

As if on time, Beidou placed her empty glass down, making Kazuha just a bit more confident to take the risk. Kazuha nodded.

"Excuse me! Two sakes, please!"

Beidou, who would've normally banned Kazuha from drinking because of his height and not his adult age, yelled on top of her tops.

"HE-HE-HEYYY!!! MAKE IT THREEEE!!! I'LL PLAY THE DAMN GAME TOO!!!"

"MORE SASHIMI!!! THERE BETTER NOT BE A BEAN MIXED IN THERE!!!" Itto demanded soon after.

"I-I'd take a plate of sweet potatoes and cheese, please!" Kaveh humbly requested, fixing his red hairclips.

"HEY WAIT, ME TOO!!! MORE TEMPURA TOO!!!" (Y/n) followed, causing Al Haitham to cover his ears.

Ayato smirked, drinking his mug. He already knows how this will end.

—--------------

Just a few drinks in, Kazuha proved his humanity by slowly fluttering his eyes to sleep.

Both Kazuha and Beidou failed to defeat Ayato in his game, albeit the latter wasn't trying their best. The others lost focus on the match when they knew Ayato had secured victory the moment he gave the mechanics. It's hopeless. Even a newbie such as the salt-and-pepper haired man knew it was a battle whose result had long been decided.

"Excuse me, sir," Ayato smiled, smug. "May I have another drink, please?"

Mr. Kamisato retrieved his umpteenth beer, eager to take a sip but as soon as he had it in his hands, that woman chimed in again.

She kissed them.

…

"... Goodness," Ayato muttered emptily.

That bold woman kissed what's his.

Ayato shook his head slightly, drinking his glass with a malicious glint in his eyes. As that woman aggressively thrust her tongue inside (Y/n)'s mouth, his dog shook, peering over the unimpressed Mr. Kamisato. He made it known to them that he was not pleased by this front-row display of "affection", but (Y/n) made little effort to stop it. He heard her moan and scrutinized the way she yanked their collar to deepen the "kiss", closing all distance between them.

He could've sworn the mug cracked a bit so he loosened his hold. Mr. Kamisato had felt another "headache" settling in as he watched that filth violate his pet with perverse pleasure. He snarled quietly.

What a low-quality "treat".

"Is this what you call a reward?" Ayato muttered.

She must taste horrible.

His (Y/n) must feel horrible.

Surely they wouldn't enjoy being taken by another person?

Yet they're melting in her arms.

Ayato scoffed.

What an unpleasant sight.

He felt... unsettled and restless.

Suddenly, they pulled away. Ayato was almost impressed (relieved) until he saw the reason behind (Y/n)'s distress. That kiss was disgusting, and everyone at that table will reasonably agree on that after seeing what had happened to (Y/n).

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The blood fiend laughed heartily. "IT'S IN THEIR MOUTH!!! IT'S IN THEIR MOUTH!!!"

That disgusting acidic liquid…

Itto elbowed Al Haitham beside him.

"AND YA BOYS KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ANYTHING NUTRITIOUS GETS INSIDE (Y/N)'S MOUTH?!?"

Mr. Kamisato stood up and immediately pulled (Y/n) away from Beidou, pampering their lips with tissues and scrubbing the remains of that wench. His eyes sharpened as (Y/n) leaned into his touch, trembling while grabbing his white dress shirt. Ayato ignored how he would've normally felt a twinge of disgust over the stains they left on his clothes and gently cradled them; his focus now aimed at Beidou– disregarding how the other members laughed or visibly shivered at the sight.

… it's puke.

"THEY SWALLOW IT!!!"

Ayato's eyelids lowered as he heard (Y/n) gulped Beidou's vomit involuntarily, cringing while sobbing– gagging. Itto's laughter drowns out any sounds of concern. (Y/n) hands flew to their throat, clawing to spit everything out as the others watched.

Is this… what people call "headaches"?

How dare she.

She dared not only steal his dog's first kiss but also dared to vomit inside them. Beidou had publicly disrespected what was under his control.

His eyes were emptier than before.

Unacceptable.

He did not fail to notice the others in the room as well. Kazuha jolted up awake at the commotion and searched for a tissue immediately. Some watched out of morbid curiosity like Al Haitham, while there’s people who nervously laughed without knowing what to do like Kaveh, and the rest hollered with the blood fiend.

The last category was filled with employees who had been in the department long enough to know Beidou’s antics. As one of them had told (Y/n) before the party started, Beidou had kissed nearly everyone in the room they’re in already when drunk. Couple that fact with how these colleagues have most of their sanity stripped away and live their lives unhinged, and you got yourself a group of people who no longer processes traumatic events as it is. To them, this is comedy.

The superior Public Safety Devil Hunter shifted his glare to them, effectively halting their laughter.

Mr. Kamisato will be keeping an eye on them.

He knows their names and their faces.

“Tch.”

Ayato roughly dabbed their mouth, cooing at his traumatized (Y/n) as the others looked out for Beidou. (Y/n)'s hands remained locked on their esophagus as if pushing out the last remaining toothpaste from the tube. Pitiable. And somehow, for ones with a sadistic inclination as he does, charming–

No.

Get it out.

Get it all out without hurting what's his.

Scrub every last trace of that woman out of them.

Mr. Kamisato let go of the tissue and brought his thumb against (Y/n)'s lips. Their breath hitched as his ministrations differed greatly from before. Instead of something so intense and near degrading, the way Ayato wiped the stains was warm. Intimate.

Yet Ayato's permanent polite smile betrayed his thoughts.

Blindfolds. Hands. Kneel. Blindfolds. Hands. Kneel.

Squish.

He closed his eyes.

Ayato did not care for whatever happens to Beidou next– she can get killed by a devil next week for all he cares– but he will not allow anything of this sort to occur ever again.

"Oh, my dearest (Y/n)," this time, he smiled not to seem normal but to comfort. And such a genuine gesture scared Ayato deep down. "Allow me to help you get it off your system, okay?"

Finally, their coworkers fully acknowledged (Y/n)'s plight. Kazuha was the first to lend his handkerchief, something Ayato made a mental note of. Kaveh turned around instead. The hairs in the blonde's arms certainly stood the straightest. In response, Al Haitham rolled his eyes over how squirmish his fellow recruit was.

"I have a grandmother who often vomits, perhaps–"

Kaveh immediately cut off Al Haitham, "Wait, you're actually volunteering to help?"

He shrugged. "No, I was merely offering advice on how to–"

Ayato snapped.

"I'll take care of this. Alone."

Ayato's grip on (Y/n) tightened, pulling them close to his chest protectively. He can sense them eager to cough out the vile shoved down their throat but sweetly, he will not give a damn if they released all that in his chest. Ayato led their head on his shoulder. His hand ran through their scalp, soothing them.

Every decision Kamisato Ayato makes is final.

He needn't hear more of their so-called input.

They don't need you.

His (Y/n) does not need ANY of you.

Slowly, Ayato tilted the nauseous (Y/n)'s chin.

"You'll let me take control, won't you, love?"

They nodded, tears in the corner of their eyes. Charmingly weak. A reflection of their humanity. The humanity Ayato did not care about for so long.

"Good do–" Ayato stopped himself.

"Good," he chuckled. "Just good. Now, follow me to the restroom."

He didn't let (Y/n) interact with anyone else that night.

—----------

That incident occurred yesterday, and it was still fresh in their memory.

(Y/n) had been especially gloomy as of late and had been ordered to never talk to Beidou until permitted by Mr. Kamisato. Instead of staying at Kazuha's apartment with Itto, Ayato made arrangements so that they'll have a room in his government-owned apartment. The man from then on refuses to let them out unless a mission requires them. It rattled (Y/n). In a sense, they were like a dog caged for a vase they did not break.

Like most mistreated dogs, they whined silently. Which were sounds that never go unnoticed by caring owners.

And all caring owners will prioritize their pets more than their phone ringing.

Ayato immediately muted his phone.

42 missed calls from Mr. Kaedehara, 36 from Ms. Beidou, and 11 from Kaveh.

He swiped their text notifications all away and faced it down on the table.

"(Y/n), my dear," Ayato began in a soft voice as he set down his boba tea and the take-out for tonight's meal. "Something troubles you. Though you may not wish to share at the moment, know that I am here for you should you ever need an ear."

(Y/n) looked up with gratitude in their eyes. Although they were not vocal about it like they usually are, they did not expect Mr. Kamisato to be perceptive and kind enough to acknowledge their demeanor.

"Thank you, Mr. Kamisato," (Y/n) mumbled. "It's just... I'm still pretty pissed by what happened. I had an absolute shit first kiss–"

They sobbed, voice cracking.

"–and even if I kiss a bunch of other women or guys in the future, I'll probably never get that taste of vomit off my mind, won't I?"

The room went quiet, and Ayato's shoulders dropped at their pitiful sounds.

He retrieved his cup of boba milk tea on the table again and silently placed it in front of (Y/n), aligning the straw in the direction of their lips.

"I understand," Ayato replied. "Sometimes, wounds of the heart take time to heal. But remember, there is a chance to create beautiful memories within every setback. Now open your mouth."

With a sigh, they took a sip of the boba milk tea, the taste of blueberry cheesecake tantalizing their tastebuds. (Y/n) relaxed, the tension in their body dissipating. However, as if urged to see their discomfort yet again out of perverse pleasure, Ayato spoke once more.

"You will likely never erase the taste of vomit in your mind for all eternity."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows furrowed.

"However," Ayato cupped their cheek, forcing them to share his gaze.

"Now that you will forever live with me, you will have the chance to taste a wide variety of new flavors to the point you will never have to recall that unpleasant taste again."

As they savored the comforting flavor, Ayato's eyes twinkled mischievously, and a small smile tugged at his lips. He chuckled.

"And I would like you to take notice, (Y/n)," he began playfully, "that this delightful boba tea we're sharing is the taste of your first indirect kiss."

Surprised, (Y/n) messily choked on their drink, spluttering the content in their white shirt as embarrassment colored their cheeks red. Ayato chuckled softly, reaching out to pat (Y/n)'s back gently as they recovered.

That adorable expression. It beats that of a dog.

Their blush is human.

(Y/n) is human.

As (Y/n) wiped the sweet taste on their lips, they couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of hope, knowing that Mr. Kamisato will be there for them. Their lingering disappointment remains, that much is certain, but it will disappear in time. (Y/n) drank until the cup was emptied. It was a symbol of Mr. Kamisato's promise to make the taste of puke a distant memory and that–

In the end, everything will be alright.

He likes them. He's certain.

(Y/n) can make use of him.

Give Mr. Kamisato a chance, dearest (Y/n).

He'll add Ms. Beidou's death to his list of things to check off in your next assignment.

Not only that, of course. She won’t be the only one that’ll keep him busy. He has not forgotten the faces of those who laughed at you during your dilemma.

Maybe once the officer reassigns them all to a more… enthralling location, he’ll get a more satisfactory answer to the question:

"What does sanity truly mean when demanded of you by a Devil?"

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lolamarlowe65 · 1 year

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just spent 10 minutes blasting cola (cause lana gets it) and imagining the lotus position with james…

OH FUCK anon you just gave me an idea

James Hetfield x reader

“𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂.”

“It’s not just two horny humans anymore, it’s two hearts.”

one shot x reader

disclaimers : age gap (modern day james), smut, fluff, unprotected sex, cursing, smoking, for my romantic (but horny) james lovers, kids go back to ur parents <33

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It’s a late Saturday night and my friend asked me to join him at the bar he sent me the address of. I don’t know this town very well. To be honest, I just came here because of him. I needed an excuse to move out from my old town and see something new and this guy I was talking with seemed like a good exit door. Truth is, this man is not as nice and good as he seemed. I’m the typical case of a woman manipulated and lied to just for sex. And even, I used him too in a way so if the sex is good what’s so wrong? But even this is bad. He only thinks for himself and himself only, not caring if I finish nor if I like it. He calls me, we hook up, he comes and then leaves telling me he’ll take me on a nice date next time. It never happened, and it will never do. I don’t even want to. I don’t even know if I want to stay here. So what am I doing here still running after him to be treated like shit? Here’s the answer, I just don’t have anything better to do. I don’t know anybody and I’ve got no idea how the people in this city are. So I go to every single one of his so-called “dates” waiting for a new day to start. When I find something better to do I promise that it will be passionate and most importantly; fulfilling. Fuck.

Standing in front of the bar I light myself a cigarette waiting for him. We usually have a drink and then go straight to it. Saying I’d need a drink to be able to hook up with him would almost sound like unconscious rape so I will not say that, I consent to this bullshit. But I definitely need something to drink to be able to listen to him and his tremendous fucking ego.

While I’m waiting I see this group of guys enter the bar. They look older than me, around their 50s maybe even if they definitely look younger than that. There’s four of them, one of them has long black hair nicely put back in a braid, another one has grey hair and wears a hat. To be honest, I just heard the third guy call him a “dumbass” so that’s how I’d describe him. This third guy has a very beautiful face, I must admit, with long curly salt and pepper hair. But this is nothing compared to the fourth guy. I think I have never seen a man that attractive, he’s quite tall and he’s got short white hair. He wears a black shirt that exposes his heavily tattooed arms. My fucking god he is hot. I can’t see clearly because it’s nighttime but I’m pretty sure he’s got ocean blue eyes. Which would be the cherry on the cake for my heart. I feel like I know them from somewhere but that might just be me. They’re all laughing and joking around and the fourth guy I was talking about notices me and says hello with a smile from afar. He must have noticed me creeping over them, shit. At least his smile is beautiful. I say hello back and leave them to enter the bar.

I can’t believe it! While I was lost watching over those guys I didn’t notice this fucking asshole was 30 minutes late! Fuck it! I’ve had enough! I call him twice before getting him over the phone.

*”- Yeah baby I’m sorry I’m late.” he says in an unbothered voice. “I had something more urgent to do.” he adds.

“- Something? That’s what I am? Something? You fucking asshole! Could you at least have the fucking decency to tell me you will not come?” i answer, obviously pissed.

“- Hehe sorry!” he laughs slightly. “It’s okay, you agreed it was nothing serious between us so just go home and next time I’ll take you on a nice date.” he dares to say.

“- What the fuck? You think I want to see you again? Get fucked!” i yell.

“- Do whatever you want, it's not gonna change my life much, you’re too frigid for me anyway.”

“- Too frigid?? Maybe if you knew how to use your dick properly instead of shaking it around in my pussy to come after 30 seconds I would be more expressive! What the fuck do you know anyway? You probably don’t know what pleasure on a woman looks like since you’ve never been able to give it to them!”

“- Bit-” i hang up before he can say anything else.*

I also block his number, he already sent me a few messages. What the fuck? I know I was not thinking too much about this but I won’t accept to be treated like property. I don’t want to waste this time I spent alone outside so I decide to go inside for a drink before going back to the shitty place I’m renting. That’s decided, fuck this town, I don’t wanna stay here. I’ll go fool around the west coast or lose myself in some mountains. I’m an artist, I don’t have money so I’ll see what I can do.

Sitting at the bar drinking my vodka I notice the guys from earlier in the booth on the corner. The light is still pretty dark so I can’t seem to really catch their expressions. Whatever man. My time at the bar is just me looking at those guys while talking to the waitress who’s also been with a lot of assholes that just wanted to play with her. Her name is Hailey, we got along so well she gave me her number. I don’t wanna get drunk so I just sip my drink slowly to retard the moment I’ll have to go.

“- Hey girl, stop looking over they must have enough!” Hailey commands with a laugh.

“- What do you mean? Can’t even see them well from here.” i answer, taking a sip of my drink.

“- They’re the guys from Metallica! They had some shooting for a video to do around here that’s why they’re here. I can’t believe they’d choose to come to this bar out of all the ones in town. I must admit that they’re actually pretty normal humans!” she explains.

“- What did you think, they were aliens?” i say, completely unbothered.

“- When your band is that orgasmic, yes. Like I’d love to meet a human man that could make me feel like they do.” she laughs.

“- I’ll drink to that!” i say taking another sip of my drink.

“- You look completely out of this? You not into metal?”

“- Oh.. I very much am. It’s just… I don’t even know what to think anymore with all that happened tonight. And I mean.. It’s cool that they’re here and all but what do you want me to do. It’s not like I’m gonna become their best friend. Here they’re just four guys sharing a drink after work.” i chuckle.

“- I guess you’re right.” Hailey tilts her head.

Hailey takes the tray and goes in the back of the bar to serve some drinks. I’m left alone for some time trying to think about what’s next for me to come. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize Metallica before, I guess I can’t see very well in the dark. So the first one was Rob I think, then the “dumbass” was Lars, the fourth with the beautiful face Kirk and of course James. The tall tattooed one with the black shirt, no wonder I thought he was hot. I always thought so. Whatever era of his, I think he’s my ideal type. If you saw the guy I was supposed to meet with tonight you’d laugh at me for lowering my standards so much. But listen. A girl like me could never get a guy like him. Plus, to him I’m surely a young chick who doesn’t know what she wants. It’s wrong though, I know what I want. Something deep and passionate with somebody that’s not afraid of telling me they care about me. Something adult. It’s 2023 and I can’t believe guys like this asshole I was supposed to hook up with still exist. Okay if you want casual sex but be honest about it and get sex education for Christ’s sake. Now I want a man like James. At least a man that’s like how I would imagine him to be. I laugh by myself thinking about how dumb I am to think about this.

“- What’s so funny?” a deep voice asks me.

I almost choke at the surprise. Here he is, sitting next to me. James fucking Hetfield. I also see the other guys leaving the bar saying bye to me and James with a wave of hand. I turn my head to look at James clearly saying it all with my face. What the fuck is going on.

“- Nothing.” i cough. “Just silly thoughts.” i smile.

He is so beautiful. His face in the light is even more satisfying to look at.

“- Seems interesting.” he answers playfully.

I chuckle slightly. But I can’t wrap my head around why he would talk to me. I should be the one here all “stars in my eyes” asking him how he’s doing. Wait? Is he flirting with me? I turn my head to look at him in the eyes and go straight to the point.

“- James? What exactly do you want?” i ask, trying my best to stay composed.

“- I don’t know.” he holds my gaze. “What do you think I want?” he smiles.

“- A bouncy young chick you’ll never see again to blow you tonight?” i sarcastically answer. “If you want just that from me you can get fucked.” i continue.

I had my quota of assholes for the night and I don’t want to have the beautiful image I have of James to get broken too. Now that would really piss me off. I deeply hope it’s not the case. That he does want to fuck me but also to care about me. That he wants to be this passionate and deep relation I was thinking about. Or at least hear he wants to fuck me good and well and respect me. Just that. Just this would turn me on. Just this I would be willing to risk. I can hear James laugh at my raw words. At least he isn’t the type of guy to get his ego crushed because I talked coldly to him.

“- Not at all.” he stands up and puts himself behind me while approaching my ear. “I mean, I would love to make love to such a beautiful woman but certainly not use her and leave. I see things in a deeper way.” he whispers.

My eyes got bigger instantly. That’s all I needed to hear. I look into my pockets for the dollars I need to pay for my drink. I put them on the bar and stand up, taking James’s hand and dragging him out of the bar. His hand feels so good I can’t even explain the feeling. It’s rough but soft and the way he presses my hand into his to be sure he is not mistaking my gesture turns me on even more. It’s not just lust. There’s something so romantic about this.

Once outside the bar I stop, realising I don’t know where the fuck I’m going.

“- Where’s your hotel?” i ask, pressed.

“- Just at the end of the street.” he answers.

“- Kay, let’s go.”

I start walking confidently but James stops me and makes me look at him.

“- Are you sure about this?” James asks.

How thoughtful. I mean, it’s the bare minimum but I’ve never been asked that before. The guys I have been with didn’t give a shit. They could fuck and so they did without asking me if I was completely okay with it.

“- And you? Are you?” i answer.

“- More than anything.” he cups my face with hands.

He’s taller than me by a good head but I don’t feel threatened by his height. His hands feel so good and his eyes give me so much admiration, I just can’t resist.

“- James…” i almost whisper.

“- Tell me your name so I can beg for you. Because this doesn’t seem real.”

“- Y/n…”

“- So fucking beautiful.” he lets out. “Prove me it’s me real and I’m not just dreaming that the hottest chick in this town wants to go back to my room with me.”

I know what to do. I slowly put my hand on the back of his neck to pull him to me and just like that I kiss him. His lips are so soft and hot, I never felt such a thing while kissing somebody. It’s so overwhelming that my heart starts beating at an unhealthy beat. But also, it’s so peaceful, it’s exactly what I want to feel for the rest of my life.

I let my lips go from him and look at him, studying the blue of his eyes. Something changed. It’s not just two horny humans anymore, it’s two hearts.

“- Shit.” i hear James say.

He takes my hand back and this time, he is the one leading the way, being careful with every step I take for me not to be lost. I don’t know what he’s thinking and that makes me feel a mix of excitement and fear.

When we arrive in front of his hotel my heart starts to pound again. What is about to happen? Is he really in for it? If I mistook what he wanted from me I could at least say that I fucked Metallica’s singer. At least. That’s what I repeat myself. But the other part of my brain tells me to let go and see what’s gonna happen without any questions.

Waiting for the elevator to come he holds my hand tightly, like I am about to disappear into space.

The elevator comes and I am left here with him, just the two of us standing next to each other. The hotel is very big, so the elevator takes time and every minute feels longer than the other. Because I can’t touch him, because I can’t feel him. This highway to whatever is going to happen is the longest road I’ve ever had to take. But the best one yet.

As a way of waiting, I let my head rest on his arm next to me. His beautiful tattooed arm. But before I could really settle my head here James turns me around to kiss me.

“- I’m sorry, I can’t wait.” James almost whispers.

I moan into his mouth as a way to give my approval and he grabs me by the back of my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist, my arms going straight to hold the back of his neck. His lips derive from my lips to fall into my neck, biting the skin he leaves trails of kisses on. Fuck I didn’t knew I was that sensitive here. I need his lips on mine, I need his tongue to play with mine so I turn his head around with one of my hands, my lips practically begging at this point. As I deepen the kiss, I let his tongue enter my mouth and play with mine. God, it’s like he’s trying to look for all the places that make me feel good.

“- Wait wait James!” i exclaim.

“- What?” he answers, kissing my neck.

“- There’s cameras in elevators? Right?” i ask, afraid we might have been seen.

“- I couldn’t give less of a shit baby.” he responds immediately, letting a laugh out of me. “They can see a beautiful woman they’ll never have if they want.”

“A beautiful woman they’ll never have” what does he mean by that? What do you mean never have? I have no more time to be lost in my thoughts because the elevator just opened. James carries me through the hallway in the same position as we were in, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. One of his hands is on my ass, which makes me weaker than I would admit and the other is around my waist. I’m so glad that it’s late, nobody is walking around the hotel. I can also feel the hardness in his pants, teasing me just enough for me to get wet. I know what is gonna happen now, he’s gonna fuck me, and he’s gonna do it good. I’ve been waiting for this. And I can’t believe that none other than James Hetfield will do it. I’m so horny just thinking of it.

Opening his hotel room door he wastes no time to close the door and he drops me on the bed. Towering over me, he goes back to where he was before, kissing me, my neck and now the birth of my breasts. I push James's head slightly to have room to remove my shirt, which, when he understands my attention, does for me. My bra goes away at the same time as my shirt and here I am, topless, in front of a man that makes me feel so confused about my feelings.

“- Perfect. So perfect.” i hear him groan.

I moan at the touch of his soft lips sucking on my nipples. He bites them and sucks on them like he found a new instrument to play. I could come just because of this, this new feeling is incredible.

“- I want to make you feel so good.” James tells me, smiling.

I freeze and moan at his desire. Nobody has cared enough for me to do that. To want that. To care about my pleasure. James’s voice is so low and rough that it almost vibrates through my body, sending shivers to my heart and pussy. There’s nothing I can do. I want him. Whatever if he throws me out of his room after, I want him.

“- Can I?” he asks, his hands on the border of my pants.

“- Yes, but remove this before.” i answer, grabbing the end of his shirt.

He gets the message and lets me remove his shirt from him. What a beautiful sight. His body can tower over me easily, with his muscular back and broad shoulders. His tattoos I think are the best thing about this. It makes him look even more like a piece of art, and it contrasts his fit chest and stomach in the most beautiful way there is. He smiles at the way I look at his body. This smile, his tremendously beautiful smile.

James slides down on his knees right in front of the bed. He grabs my foot and removes my shoe, and does the same for the other. He then removes my pants to leave me only with my panties, my pussy throbbing at his gaze.

“- Even your legs are perfect. How have I not found you before?” he says, slowly kissing my legs.

I can’t think straight with James lips now kissing the interior of my thighs, getting dangerously close to my pussy at every one of his pecks. I slid my hand in his hair, avid for his touch.

“- James, please.” i beg.

“- Don’t beg darling. What you want I shall do. Tell me. What do you want?” James answers, languidly.

Breathing hard and shortly, I try to gather my words. I can’t believe this is happening.

“- Mmh…” i moan, trying to remove my underwear. “I want your lips…” i breath heavily. “Right here.” i finally say, resting my hand on my pussy.

James eyes glimmer as his gaze is fixed on mine. He doesn’t say anything but grunts in approval and removes my hands away from my panties, removing them by himself, leaving me fully exposed to him. His head dives instantly in between my legs like he’s been starving for it. Oh my god! That’s good! My hand in his hair, I keep him in between my legs, not wanting it to stop.

“- What a pretty cunt… what a pretty sight.” he whispers, latching on my clitoris.

This is the first time somebody eats me out. This is the first time I am feeling this and yet I know he’s better at it than average. His tongue alternates between my clitoris and my slit and my legs start to shake. But here’s the thing. I don’t want to come right now. I want to come with him. While he’s in me.

“- Ja..James!” i exclaim, lifting his head up with my hands. “I want you.”

James puts himself on his knees and kisses my lips softly. So desperate for him I open his belt and pants. James puts his fingers under my chin and locks his gaze into mine.

“- Look at you. So desperate for my cock. I’m such an asshole making you beg for me. I should be the one doing that. I should be the one begging for you to even deserve the desire you have for such an old man.” he says.

He finishes removing his pants and underwear and only now I realise how big he is. I have never had something like that. His cock is thick and big with a vein poking along the shaft. It looks more than ready to be in me. And this makes me even more horny.

I raise myself on my knees too and put my hands on both sides of his face.

“- I think I’ve got a taste for men who are older. Or maybe just for you. Because no man has ever made me feel what you make me feel. Just in an hour, you’ve made me more fulfilled than I have ever been.” i admit, kissing him.

Sitting on the mattress, James grabs the back of my thighs so I can sit on him and wrap my legs around him. I wrap my arms around his neck, again. This position we’re in, the lotus, is so intimate, like something you would do with your partner, not an unknown chick you’ve met an hour ago. My tits press against his chest and both our hearts beat at the same pace. His cock is teasing my entrance and his gaze is locked in mine.

“- I should find those boys and teach them a lesson. How dare they have the audacity not to make you feel fulfilled.” he kisses my neck. “This will never happen again as long as you’re with me.” he adds, his head buried in my neck.

Did he just ask me to stay with him? Did he just say that he wanted to be with me? I can’t even think about it more as I feel his cock entering me. It’s stretching me out. And it feels so good.

“- Fuck, this is so big!” i bite my lower lip.

I moan and he starts to move into me slowly, he’s so deep and I can barely hold it together.

“- That’s it babygirl, you’re doing good.” he tells me, removing the hair out of my face.

The way he talks to me makes me crazy. The way he holds me makes me weak. The way he looks at me makes me feel alive. This is what I meant when I said I wanted something passionate and deep. Talking about deep, the connection we have as his cock moves in and out of me is incredible. You can probably see the stars in my eyes. And I can see the fire in his.

“- Mhhh… James! AAahh!” i scream, feeling numb.

“- Oh y/n. Mmmh…” he grunts. “You are so beautiful bouncing on my cock like this.”

“- Stop… mmmh… stop telling me those things…” i let out in between whimpers. “Or I’ll be sad… mmh… when I have to go.” i add, hearing him groan as an answer.

I feel my release coming. I’ve never felt that good. The only times I have come before were when I was touching myself, it’s the first time a man will do it. And what a man. I will be sad when I have to go, I wish I could have sex with him everyday, I wish I could kiss him every minute. It might sound cliché to feel such things towards a man like him in such a short time. I said he’d fuck me and fuck me good. But he’s making love to me.

I see his face flinch and he kisses me.

“- I can feel you tighten around my cock...mmmh..” he says. “Come. Come for me baby.”

I can also feel his cock twitch in me. I know he’s about to come too.

“- James… mmmhh… please! Come in me! Please! Aaahh!” i tighten my arms around his neck, throwing my head into his neck, coming as i implore.

“- Fuck… you are so amazing.” he says, out of breath, coming deep into me, letting little whimpers out of me.

I can hear his heartbeat through his chest as his cock softens into me. This feeling is so peaceful and makes me forget about what is to come next. It makes me feel so important and cared for. It’s two hearts. And I don’t wanna leave. He’s making me crazy. Here, in his arms, in this position, I don’t want this to end.

“- Y/n.” he calls. “Stay with me.” he demands, his hands falling on my waist. “Stay with me. I’ll take you anywhere you want, give you everything you want. I know it’s selfish to ask you to leave everything so I can be with you but I need you. I don’t know how, I don’t know why. But I do.” he begs.

“- Oh James. I fucking hate this town. Take me anywhere you want.” i answer.

I was the loneliest and most bored woman on earth some hours ago. Now I’m the happiest and most fulfilled. I think, while James locks his promise with a passionate kiss on my lips.

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A/N : the lotus like man i just want to do that with james it feels so deep! thank you anon because this gave me an idea for this oneshot, i wrote this with of course, cola in my mind because lana does gets it. i usually write stuff with rough sex and all but something more soft from time to time doesn’t hurt, hope you’ll love this anon, and everybody else (james you can take me anywhere) <33

#like james i just want to lotus with you #take me i'm yours #metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield smut #metallica fanfiction #james hetfield fanfiction #metallica smut #james hetfield x reader #lola’s delusions

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 8 months

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☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

warnings : 18+ MDNI Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, SMUT‼️, friends to lovers, establishing a relationship, protected sex, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both 21

note to reader : welcome to my first mini fictions hehe I have so many ideas but so limited time to write them all 💀

author note : I have so many thoughts about reader doing laundry and something else happened 👀 it's been a while since I made ✨another spicy fic✨ here ya go- hehe

You've been neighbors with Eddie since 2 years ago

He's nice, like super duper nice, better than any of the guys that you met before in highschool

Without him, maybe, you ended up stranded having no else to call for help not that you can't do it by yourself but it's nice to have someone

You got the house all to yourself, you got settled down, you pay your bills & taxes, you even have a job that isn't stressing you

Eddie on the other hand, have gigs and sometimes a mechanic, his house is not that much but you love how simple it is

Sometimes, you wonder, what if.... you'll date him? You'll let him if he asked you out but you can't assume that he likes you that way...

You can wait, you'll just have to wait and see if something happens

8am in the morning, you're in the backyard of your house, doing your other laundry by hand washing them

Your hair is tied up into a messy bun with lil' bit of hair flyaways on the front, you're just wearing a white tank top with white shorts that keeps riding up whenever you try to move

Eddie came home after he took a night off at Gareth's place, slightly had an headache but the moment he saw you in there

The ray of sunshine hits your skin so perfectly, the morning breeze whooshes your hair, the suds in your hands dripping with water

He doesn't even noticed that his jaw dropped at the sight of you

He accidentally dropped his keys on the wood floor on his porch making a thud sound

"Eddie? Is that you?" You say while clipping your rinsed clothes on the wire

"Damn- uh- yeah, it's me" he clicks his tongue and shakes his head feeling like creep, checking you out like that

"How's the show? Was it good?" You asked while squeezing out the water from your clothes

He can't even pick out the lock from his front door, he is staggering "Y-yeah, it was great"

"Oh, I wish I was there to see it!" After you hang your wet clothes, you squat down to hand wash the other ones

"Uh- yeah- me too" he finally unlocks it and throw his things on the side and walk towards at your backyard

He is standing there, wearing a black muscle shirt, with denim pants and white Reebok's

He hangs his arms around the small door of your backyard, watching you

The soap bubbles are covering your hands, Eddie watching you as he licks his lips witnessing the other strap of your tank top falls off, you reach out to put it back on your shoulder

He clears his throat, you rise your head up you're so focused on what you're doing you didn't even noticed he was there

"Oh, goodmorning, Eddie" you beam at him while tucking a piece of hair on your ear

"Goodmorning to you, darling" he smiles shyly

"So, uh- what are you doing later?" He asks while he catches your short riding up, giving another glimpse of your exposed skin

You reach it out again to pull it down

You pause at what you're doing to think for a moment, you turn your head directly at him "I don't have any plans for later, why?"

"M-Me either"

Oh shit, maybe- he's finally asking you out

You act casual but deep inside, you're grinning so widely

"Just say it, dumbass" he mumbled to himself

"What I'm trying to say was- can I take you out for dinner?" His hands are grip onto your small door and he looks like a kid waiting for an answer, god- this man is too precious

"Sure, you can" you stand up, holding the basin in your hands filled with soapy water

"is that a yes?"

"Yes, Eddie, you can take me out" you chuckled

His eyes sparkles with so much joyfulness

"Oh- great, um- pick you up at 7?"

"yeah- that's fine"

He nods and runs his hands on his sides

The moment you moved too fast to take out the water, it splashed onto your shirt making it look like a bit see through, he glanced on your stomach, he saw your white chiffon cotton bra

"Oh, goddamn it!" You exclaimed, you sigh, you throw the left water from the basin

You shake down your hands making a water splatter everywhere

You look at Eddie, there's a look you can even read but you said "I'm sorry, but I'll see you later, I'm gonna go clean up" you point out from your backdoor

You didn't gave him a chance to reply, you're already inside the house

He blinked and gulped, he is harboring feelings for you ever since the first time you moved here

He reach down the lock from your small door and he lets himself inside

He opens the door and he finds you, still wet from the soapy water, your messy bun is perfectly styled, your hair is sticking onto your skin, you winced at the uncomfortable feeling of wet clothes

You heard something behind you, you turned around to see, Eddie, his eyes are like the predator and you're the prey, but he looks menacingly good

You're confused, "Eddie- what are you doing in here?"

He walks towards you, he reaches down to grab your chin, your eyes widen of what he's about to do- he slammed his lips onto yours

My god, he is kissing you, Eddie Munson is kissing you!

You didn't even care you have soapy hands, you kissed him back, you run your hands through his chest and onto his waist

He shivers at your touch, he grabs the plush of your ass while he pulls you closer as he deepens the kiss earning a moan from you

He smirks through the kiss, he holds your waist putting his hands under your damp shirt as he touches your skin, he mewled when you run your fingers through his hair

Both of you, break the kiss, feeling breathless, his eyes filled with lust and yours with desire, he scoops you up and you yelped

Placing you down at the couch, he quickly melts into your touch the moment you pull him from the shoulder as you kiss him burning with love and affection

He palms your breasts and you lock him with your legs, you make out like it was the last days of your life

He kissed your neck, making love bites, giving him more skin as you move your head onto the side

"you smell so good" he whispers to your ear, you clench your legs at his warm breath

"So, do you" you bat your eyes at him and he laughs devilishly

"Keep talking like that, I might ruin you"

"So, destroy me"

He looks at you with daggering stare, he pulls you down and you squealed, he chuckles darkly

He became softer for a sec, he runs circles on your bended knee with him kneeling down between your legs

"Look, I don't want to rush you, sweetheart"

"Eddie, I know you want to eat me, you have my permission" you say with frustration

He raised a brow at you, looking at down at you- eyes with mischief

He slowly unties your shorts, he removes it and puts it down on the floor

"Holy shit" he stares at your soaking wet panties, he laughs at disbelief

"I didn't know you had a effect like this on me, sweet thing" he covers his mouth with hands as he couldn't comprehend the situation

You rolled your eyes as you bring your legs together as you wiggle out your underwear and you threw it at him and he catches it

"I am keeping this" he smirks putting it in his back pocket

He looks down at your naked cunt, his mouth waters at the sight of it- you grew flustered at how he stares at it

"I'm going to take real care for you, darling, don't worry" he assures you by winking

He goes down and he kisses you again, he goes down slowly, his hot breath is on your cunt and you moaned

"I'm not even doing anything yet!" He laughs

"Are you gonna-" you shout angrily

He eats you with no warning, and you gasp- he devours your cunt like a starved man

"O-Oh my god" you breathe heavily

He dips his tongue on your hole, he licks a stripe on your dripping cunt

You look down and he is watching your face contorts in pleasure as you throw your head back and start grinding at his face, he groans at your action

Your legs starts to tremble, he watches you fall apart for him, you can feel the familiar forming on your stomach, you moan wildly

He puts your legs over his shoulders

"Eddie- wait- what are you"

He continues his work by eating you in a new angle and you whimpered

"You're so g-good, Eddie- oh" you kept grinding at his face as he hums in agreement

You can't even speak that you're close

you screamed making the band snap at your core

Ragged breathing, with his mouth agape at the beautiful moment that you squirted at him

You put a hand over your head and you laugh breathlessly "I'm so sorry, Eddie- it just feels too good, I can't help it"

He licks your come and you watch him do it "I knew it, you're delicious"

He puts a finger over your stimulated cunt

"But I'm not done yet" he says with a pointed look on his face

"Eddie- you can't- oh" you protest

"Oh, yes I can, let me hear your sweet voice again" he has that evil look on his eyes, you can't escape from this

He plays with your clit, biting your bottom lip at the sensation

He puts another finger inside of you, he curled it up as he bullies your clit- making you close your legs but Eddie forbids you by doing that as he opens your legs wider

You arch your back, you hold his arms gripping on it for your dear life

"Fuck, Eddie- ah-" you moaned as your face scrunches up in pleasure

He finger fucks you like there's no tomorrow- he pulls it in and out

"Love it when you cry out for help" he smirks while he watches his fingers slip in and out of your pussy, making squelching sounds

"Hear that? sweetheart? That's all for me? I'm so honored"

"Y-yes" you moaned again "It's all just for you"

You hold his wrist as he finger fucks you deeply, making you grind at his fingers

"You're so fucking hot, goddamn" he grunts

He made you come, twice

You screamed his name again as you ride your high

He licks his fingers clean again with his mouth

You mewled while watching him do it

This feeling you're having, you need more, you want more, you can't let him go feeling like this

You reach out to undo his belt but he grabs your wrist

"Woah, there, sweetheart, I'm not going to do that unless you really sure of it" he drew circles on your wrists

Why is he so gentle?

You look straight into his eyes, he cares about you, there's that unreadable look again

"Eddie- please, I want this" you beg

He grins wickedly, he jerk his head towards your bedroom, you nod at him aggressively

He chuckles at your eagerness, he carried you with fine ease, he opens the door, placed you down on the lavender sheets of your bed

He locks the door, you lay down using your elbows to straighten yourself up as you look at him lustfully

He doesn't tear his eyes from yours as he undresses himself, settling only his boxers

He puts himself between your legs, your messy bun is now falling apart as you remove the tie and let it fall down onto your shoulders

The flowery scent from your hair lingers the air, he kisses you again but this time is much more hungrier

He pulls down the straps of your tank top, he palms your breasts again as you reached for the clip behind your back, you unclasped it

Never breaking the kiss as you remove the bra

Here you are completely naked for him, your pussy and your breasts full on display for him

He breaks the kiss just to check you out

"Oh...." He says, as he scratches the back of his neck

You blushed, he stares at you for so long, he chuckles

"My dear, I'm just admiring your beauty" he places his hand over his chest with that chocolate button eyes glimmering with so much kindness

He knows you're impatient so he removes his boxers with your lips apart, you look up from his gaze

"That's- tha- that's not gonna fit" you giggled nervously

"you can, honey- you'll survive" he chuckles evilly

"Just tell me to stop if it hurts okay?"

"Yes"

"Good girl, answering verbally"

You trust him, if you tell him to stop, he'll stop

He picks up his denim pants as he fishes down on its pockets, he has a condom? he bought it?

You push him down playfully using your feet, he laughs

"Do you knew that this is going to happen?" You snorted

"I always bring it, you know, just in case" he chuckles as he wiggle his eyebrows at you

"Who would've thought" you smiled feigning innocence

He kisses you again shutting you up, he slowly grabs his dick directing into your awaiting hole

You felt the tip invading your cunt, you gasp at the contact- you closed your eyes in pleasure

He's bringing himself in, you felt a twinge of pain and pleasure at the same time, but it feels so fucking good

"You okay? sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, just give me a minute"

He kisses your forehead, he smirks when you starting squirming down

You can feel him splitting you open, the moment when every inch of him is now inside of you

"E-Eddie, you can m-move" you stuttered

"Attagirl" he praises you and you rolled your eyes back when he started thrusting

"Jesus, you're so tight" he moans

"Ah- Eddie- please keep going" you grip on his shoulder blades

He keep up in his pace as he slips in and out of you- you look down to see his dick disappearing inside of you and you moaned loudly

You hold onto him became aggressive as he's going faster and faster, your moans turn into a high pitch when he hit that sweet spot of yours

"Deeper" it's the only thing you can say

He watches your breasts bounce up and down as he makes love bites all over your chest and you bite down your bottom lip again, it might bleed at how hard you nibble it

"I think I'm going to stay in your pretty little cunt forever" he says as he places your legs over his shoulders

"Yes, please, you can stay forever" your eyes are heavy-lidded, you're so cock drunk

The moment he starts bottom out at the new position, you gasp and started moaning, your voice is hoarse

"That's it! Eddie- ah" you grip onto the sheets tightly

"You feel so a-amazing" you screamed his name again forming an "0" on your mouth

You arched your back and he can feel your legs shake, your eyes are now prickling with tears

"Aww, my sweet angel crying" he caresses your cheek

"Y-yeah, cause' you feel so good, E-Eddie" you can feel him so deep inside of you, hitting every spot that you didn't know that it could reach

He puts your legs down carefully as he grabs you, you're now straddling on his waist

"Ah- Oh-" you moaned and he laughs but it turns to moan when you started riding him

Your naked bodies pressed together, the warmth of him feels so nice, both foreheads a bit sweaty, you wrap your arms around him as you continue to ride him and he just groans

"Christ- you're good" he kisses your neck, you pulled him back to kiss him sloppily

He starts squeezing your breasts and you just whimpered, you placed your hands over his shoulders

You start grinding him and it brings another flow of arousal

"Eddie- god! Don't you fucking dare move!" You shout out loud

He just nods and licks his lips as he watches from your naked chest to your cunt, still so fucking wet is dripping down the sheets, you grinding him and he just loves it

Eddie brings you down as he fucks you roughly

"Eddie- wha-" you moaned, both skins slapping against each other, you embrace him

He places himself on the crook of your neck as he continues to thrust

The band on your stomach, snapped- you kept saying "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie"

He went undone the same time you screamed

He starts bottoming in and out slowly as you calm down

You kissed his head and you can feel him smiling at your touch

You start caressing his head

"How's that?" He asks turning his face to see you

You hummed "I feel wonderful" you turn your head onto the side, you smiled at him

He carefully peels himself off of you, you seethe at the pain but Eddie is so caring that he cleaned you up knowing that you can't move, your knees might buckle if you try

From your drawer, he grabs clean clothes, an oversized t-shirt and clean pair of underwear

He wears his boxers and goes back to your side, squeezing you tight and you smiled in content

You rest your head against his shoulder, both of you remain in comfortable silence

You're awaiting for a confession but you don't want to push him for it until he breaks it

"I-I have feelings for you, sweetheart, ever since you moved here"

Your eyes are now glossy, you're finally having the man of your dreams

"Me too, Eddie"

He turns to look at you, unbelievable expression sitting on his face

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"You do?"

"I love you, Eddie" you cupped his cheeks

"Oh" he smiles widely as he pulls you even closer

"Kinda wanted to that ever since"

"I'm very glad that you did"

"I just wanna say, you're smoking hot by doing that laundry earlier"

You laughed, "I'm all aware that you're checking me out, Eddie"

He became shy and embarrassed "Oops, I'm so sorry, I hope it doesn't come off like weird or anything, I don't wanna be a creep"

"Why didn't you say something before?"

"Because I didn't know that you like me that way!"

You giggled "I really really like you that way"

"So, you done all of that on purpose, huh?"

"Yup"

"Luring me in, leading me into your trap"

"Maybe"

He chuckles, "I love you too"

Your eyes flashes with so much adoration and gratefulness, you hugged him and he kisses your lips once more

"I wanna be drenched in yours again" he says as both of you fell asleep on each other's arms

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

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booppooo · 2 years

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okok thanks for telling me!! i’ll send 2 ideas in this ask so u can come back to it whenever!!

Idea 1; I love soft shit so Ellie x Fem!reader catching up after a long and tough day, snuggling up in each other’s arms that soon turns into a cute makeout and mutual masturbation!! i think that’s rlly sweet!!

Idea 2; Ellie and fem!reader are a couple and regularly have movie nights once in a while!! it’s another date night but Dina and Jesse are there too!! (They can be together or not i don’t mind also they’re in ellie’s garage ofc lol) and while watching the movie ellie and reader share a blanket and cuddle but ellie gets handsy with her partner under the blanket, tracing their skin, grabbing their thigh y’know teasing them in front of their friends being a lil shit and things get nsfw after dina and jesse leave after the movies over!! (dang this one was long sorry if it’s too much)

I hope u have a great day <333

Movie Night!

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader One-Shot

AN: I hope you don't mind but I'm going to pick your second one to write! I may go back and write your first idea then too :)

Warnings: semi-public sex, fingering, making out, dom!ellie hehe

(credits: bigwolfart)

It was just another movie night.

Jessie and Dina were over and you were all curled up on Ellie's futon in her little make-shift apartment. You rested your back against Ellie's torso and your head on her shoulder with her arms wrapped around your waist and a throw blanket to top it off. On the opposite end of the couch sat Jessie with Dina practically on his lap and twisting a dark lock of his hair around her finger.

As the movie started you could feel Ellie's hands get adventurous. At first it was playful - massaging your hips, drawing shapes on your thighs - it made you hum lovingly and cuddle closer to her. Then it escalated.

She would let her fingers dance up your thigh, but never let them cross your groin, squeezing the plush of your thighs and tugging at the drawstring of your shorts. It all made your cheeks hot and hyper aware of your guests (who, by the way, were not paying you two any mind). Your anxiety got the best of you and you squirmed closer to Ellie to whisper in her ear.

"What do you think you're doing?" To make the encounter seem loving you pecked her jaw.

She leaned toward your ear and rasped, "Trying to get my girlfriend wet."

If your face wasn't on fire before, it was now. All you could do was grin and return back to the movie as if nothing were happening to avoid unwanted attention.

Ellie took full advantage of this, using her tattooed hand to slither under your shirt to your chest and run her fingers over your nipple. Her chilled fingers against your skin made you bite your lip hard to hold back a soft gasp, and Ellie didn't mind this because the color of your face in the dim TV light was more than enough for her. Below, her other fingers were tickling and kneading your inner thigh in a desperate attempt to make you squirm or even clench your thighs shut.

"You can tell me to stop pretty girl." She breathed into your ear, leaving a wet kiss behind it before pulling away.

You turned to face her. It was incredibly inappropriate to keep this up while you had guests - your best friends at that...but something about Ellie trying to get you off while you were on the verge of getting caught made it dangerously fun. Not to mention how shamefully wet it made you. Chewing your lip as you thought, Ellie could see you weighing all the consequences, but decided you were taking up too much time.

Agile digits slipped past the barrier that were your shorts and panties, running her middle finger along your slit and finding out the answer for herself. Her darkening eyes were staring you down firmly as her way of saying to stay quiet, and you stared back in a way to show how much you didn't want her to stop. A smug smirk stretched her lips, those same plump, pretty lips you wanted to smash your own on and kiss until the sun rose.

A slippery layer of your slick had coated her fingers and your folds making her digits glide over your clit with ease. Every time she stimulated your bud you pressed your lips together and swallowed back your whimpers meanwhile using the rest of your self control to not jerk your hips toward her hand.

Out of Dina and Jessie's line of sight, Ellie tucked her head behind yours and began to tease you, "You're so beautiful like this. I like it when your eyes get all big and pathetic."

You wanted to bite back at her with your own tease and see her get red in the face, but unfortunately she had cornered you between a rock and a hard place. That and even if you did open your mouth to be snarky, you'd only moan.

"You better cum before the movie is over, or you're going to saying goodbye to Jessie and Dina with soaking wet shorts."

It was made obvious what Ellie really wanted you to do by the snail-like pace of her finger against your clit. She'd tease you and barely edge you so you'd have to escort your friends to the door with a waddle, all while she watched and smirked. You wanted to whine and beg her for more, especially after she started teasing your entrance with the tip of her finger, but you couldn't bring yourself to risk getting caught for your own personal gain.

"Do you want more?" She whispered, you nodded softly, "Well, that's too bad."

A scream was bubbling in your chest but you kept your lips sealed. Everything about her was so frustrating, yet you knew if you waited this out long enough the reward would be great. So you let her massage painfully slow circles on your clit and barely let her finger slip past your entrance.

The credits started to roll and by this time your mind had completely fogged over. Dina and Jessie were becoming a hard concept for you to grasp since all you could feel was Ellie essentially torturing you. Then Jessie and Dina got to their feet and got their shoes and jackets on.

"I think we're going to head out - we'll see you tomorrow! Thanks for the movie as always." Dina grinned as she slipped on her boots.

Ellie squeezed you closer to her body and rested her chin on your crown, "Okay, sounds good." You would say your own goodbye but you figured it was best to fake a cat nap on Ellie's chest while she continued to tease you.

Once you heard the latch click (the sound was borderline heavenly) you snatched Ellie's wrists and clenched your jaw at her.

"Ellie...I swear to God," your skin was on fire, "if you don't finish me off-"

Her lips were forced onto yours to stop your threat. This small gesture was enough to make you moan and completely melt against her, trust her completely. Through the kiss she managed to slur, "Trust me babe, I want you to cum on my fingers as much as you do."

With that she finally plunged her middle and ring finger into your center with a disgusting amount of ease. Involuntarily you clamped around her digits, but this wouldn't - couldn't - stop Ellie from vigorously massaging the spongey area that made your spine curve. Your nipples were left unattended because her other hand had opted for your clit. Those once small, horribly sluggish, circles were now frantic movements in a desperate attempt to make you climax fast and hard.

If it weren't for her tongue twirling with yours her garage would've been filled with your panting, whimpering, and shaky moaning. Instead Ellie muffled all of that with her soft lips and slippery tongue fusing with your's. Your body felt heavy and exhausted, resting all your weight against her build as you loosely hung onto her strong arms to reciprocate even the slightest form of affection.

When your hips started gently rocking and your thighs started stiffening Ellie knew what was next - so she picked up the pace and used what strength she had left to push through. Kissing her felt impossible but she still made it feel natural even when you were all but gasping for air.

Your head lolled back against her shoulder completely, your back arched and the orgasm that you had wanted practically all evening shocked your system.

"Yeah baby that's it - give it to me." Ellie chuckled in your ear, hands still working hard to intensify your orgasm.

The peak of your orgasm died down and left you jerking at even the slightest brush of her fingers across your skin. It was an entire body experience and left you feeling incapacitated. This to Ellie was a massive victory. She let you know she empathized with your weakened state by scattering kisses across your neck and jaw, cuddling you close until your breathing wasn't so rushed and exasperated.

"Ellie - babe -" you tried to explain to her how tired you were, but you didn't need to speak anymore. She shifted beside you and let you snuggle into her chest, tugging the blanket over your bodies for warmth.

With a peck on your forehead she softly spoke, "Go to sleep, I know how tiring sex with me can be."

Even in your half conscious state you groaned...but Ellie didn't miss the tiny grin on your lips.

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x you

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nevergonnasimpyoumikey · 2 months

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Heyo!!🥰💗 hope you're doing well! My fave mission in the game is 'Bury The Hatchet'! Maybe a smoll drabble for it? Or up to you, tell us how you think about it or how you expected it to go first time you played the game hehe💗 thank you!

Heyyy! <33 I'm doing good, hope you are too! <33

Bury the Hatchet is one of my absolute favorites too! That's why I already have two short fics based on it, here and here, but I'll always do one more because the hurt in this mission is too delicious. <3 So unplanned AU time, let's see where this ends up...

WARNING: IT ENDED EXTREMELY ANGSTY.

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"Hey, you're wasting your time."

Trevor stopped digging. If he wasn't so out of breath, he might have laughed at Michael's insistence that everything was normal. "Is that why you flew out here? Huh? Tell me I'm wasting my time?"

He was just about to put the shovel back into the ground when Michael surprised him with a click of his gun.

"I'm here to put an end to this."

Trevor could only stare, and not even the gun; his eyes were glued onto Michael's face, the stony determination.

"Let go of the shovel, T. No sudden moves."

He did.

"You got a gun?"

"Scared that I'll shoot you, Sugartits? Like you're about to shoot me?"

"Throw it behind you. And don't try anything. You know I'm a better shot than you."

He took the gun from his back pocket and tossed it somewhere in the snow behind him, not taking his eyes off Michael.

"I didn't want this to end like this."

"And yet you're doing exactly that."

Michael pursed his lips tight before answering, "Because I can't trust you, T. You could've just—"

"T, T, T," Trevor snarled. "At least give me the courtesy of calling me by my name, Michael."

"You could've just dropped it, Trevor," he continued harshly. "We could've avoided this. But you had to come here. You just had to..."

"So kill me! Get rid of me! That's what you tried to do nine years ago, huh? You can finally tell me the fucking truth now!"

Even after everything, Michael still hesitated, about to keep the secrets, and that was what made Trevor's blood boil.

He jumped up from the grave.

Michael shot him four times in the chest.

And then he shot a bunch of Chinese gangsters who were looking for Trevor while he just lay uselessly in the grave, refusing to die.

It went quiet, and for a while, Trevor thought Michael had either left or died. He found himself slipping away, but then Michael was standing by the edge, looking down at him.

"... could've killed me..." he croaked. One shot in the head would've been enough. Michael had chosen not to do that.

He didn't answer.

"... wanted last words...?"

He didn't expect Michael to climb down into the grave with him. "I am sorry, Trevor. I didn't want this to happen but..."

"But I made... your life hell..." His laughter turned into a coughing fit, and when it stopped, Michael didn't deny it. So he just asked, "Brad?"

"Underneath you."

Trevor's eyes closed. "Figured... you piece of shit..."

"So, those last words?" Michael asked after a while, and Trevor gathered the last of his energy to make sure he hadn't imagined the sadness in Michael's voice.

He hadn't. Michael wasn't crying, not quite, but he was sorry.

Didn't mean that he should be forgiven. "Ah, Mikey... You made my life... hell too...."

But he put up his hand, and Michael took it, and there were worse ways to die.

#my fics #tw: death #gta fanfiction #Thank you for sending the ask and I'm sorry for the angst omfg

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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dropped an ask then had a lightbulb moment so you get to hear it. what do you think about a reader with a Nacho n Lalo sharing situation? Lalo going a bit rough one time [thinking the dacryphilia one!!!!!!!!!], Nacho hearing n coming in n mediating, trying to give the reader comfort by petting their hair or murmuring to them through it, but Lalos busy using them to get off saying “pshhhh it’s fine” n having his way til they’re overstimmed, sobbing into Nachos lap until Lalo finishes, all of them knowing the reader doesn’t get to come even if Lalo goes for round 2 […but maybe Nacho will fix that later ;)]

NACHO GIRLIES I PROMISED I WOULD FEED YOU!!!!!! haven't written him AT ALL since jefe (and he was just There 🧍‍♂️) so this been a long time coming 😌 hehe cumming giggity

this ended up being really long so i put it under a cut. i actually wanted to keep going w/ this so i may add on to it and put it on ao3 later 😳

combining w/ this ask

warning: dacryphilia, degradation, orgasm denial, dubcon

anatomical terms: cunt/dick (reader's), coño/cunt/cock/verga (nacho's), dick/cock (lalo's)

Lalo had invited you and Nacho into his home, welcoming you with open arms. He gave you the grand tour, proclaiming that you both would live like kings in your time with him, and you could see why. His house practically was a heavily guarded castle; only thing missing was a moat. He had introduced you to his staff, his people, and they all were so excited to have you. They seemed like a genuinely nice bunch.

You wondered if they could hear you right now.

They probably could. You weren't exactly quiet, quite the opposite, actually. You were wailing and blubbering as Lalo pounded into your cunt, his coke nails leaving indents in your skin as he gripped the back of your knees.

You were choking back tears, snot, and your orgasm as you begged for lenience. “Lah… *sniff* Lah-loh… Lalo, Lalo, Lalo... Too… *hic* Too much… I can't..."

"Yes you can," Lalo answered for you, "You can take it. You wanna be a good boy for me, right? Then you have to wait for me to tell you. We're not done yet."

You whined and moaned as he continued his onslaught. You were loud. Loudly sobbing and sniffling as he thrusted into you. Loud squelching and skin slapping reverberated around the room. You remembered all those kind people he introduced you to today, and you prayed to God that they were all asleep. You wouldn't be able to bear the humiliation otherwise.

Luckily, they all were. But someone else wasn't.

Nacho couldn't get a wink of sleep. First from anxiety, and then because he heard something. Something that sounded serious. Stupidly, he went to go investigate. He rubbed his eyes, blinded by the light as he cracked open the door to Lalo's room. “Hey, is everything alright? I thought I heard someone cry-" Once he took his hand away from his face, he was then blinded by the traumatizing (to him at least) sight of Lalo Salamanca's bare ass. "Oh my GOD, dude, really?!”

You yelped and buried your face in your hands, embarrassed to be so exposed. Lalo didn’t care. He didn't slow down. He didn’t even turn to look at Nacho. “That’s what happens when you don’t knock, cabrón (asshole)!” He laughed.

“Shit, man, I thought I heard someone crying and…” Nacho got a better look at you and stopped short. Someone was crying. You were crying. What the fuck? What the hell was going on? Was this even consensual? Had Lalo been violating you the whole time you three had worked together? He gulped in fear and tried in vain to question his boss, “Aren’t you going too hard, you think?”

“Nah, he’s fine. He can take it. He likes it rough.” Lalo grunted. He hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders, and used one of his now free hands to reach behind him and beckon Nacho over. “Debes venir aquí y míralo. Verás que lo quiero decir. Él es un putito sucio, no te preocupes. (You should come and watch. You’ll see what I mean. He’s a dirty little slut, don't you worry.)” Lalo stopped moving his hips and pulled your hands away to get your attention. “Look! Say hi to Nachito!" He made you wave at him. "He’s gonna come watch for a bit. You must've been pretty loud to make him worry about you, eh? He just wants to make sure that you’re okay. Can he watch? Just for a little while, nene (baby), I promise.”

Your cheeks were bright red and boiling hot, tears bubbling down that did nothing to quench the flame. You looked over at Nacho, who had a look of genuine concern on his face, and then back up at Lalo, who looked cheery as ever. You sniffled and stuttered your answer, "O-Okay..."

Lalo cackled. "Alright! Now it's a party!" He glanced over his shoulder back at Nacho. "C'mon! Get over here. I won't bite! Well, not you at least. Unless you want me to." He winked and clicked his tongue at him.

Nacho sighed, really regretting his decision to be the hero right about now. Had he just chosen to mind his own business, he could’ve been lying in his room, maybe even asleep and oblivious, getting some decent fucking shut-eye for the first time in his goddamn life. Instead, his big mouth had bought him the brilliant responsibility of babysitting his batshit crazy boss’s bedroom behavior. He could rob the Patrón distillery and it wouldn’t get him enough alcohol to drink this memory away. He approached the bed begrudgingly, arms crossed over his chest. "How do you want me?"

Lalo's hands snuck around your waist and lifted you up, pressing your chest against his own. He spoke to Nacho as if you weren't even there. "Sit behind him. I’ll put him in your lap. And be nice to him, okay? He’s sensitive."

The irony of that statement was not lost on Nacho. He rolled his eyes as he climbed onto the bed, sitting down behind you criss-cross applesauce, y'know, as you do in a completely normal situation like this. Lalo laid you down gently so your head could rest in the other's lap, just like he said. Nacho brushed your hair out of your face, and as your eyes met his, his expression went from frustration to trepidation. At least, that's it looked like upside down. He didn't want to risk making things worse for you, so he mouthed the words: Are you okay? You nodded, and that seemed to relax him a little.

"See? There we go! Everything's fine." Lalo cooed and caressed your cheek. "Are you ready, conejito (bunny)?"

Nacho cringed at the pet name, but you loved it. "Mhm..." you whispered.

Having gotten the green light, Lalo took hold of your thighs, pushed them up to your chest, and got back to work, recklessly pistoning his hips into you like you were nothing more than a hole for him. Like you were a sex doll, a tiny little thing that he could manipulate however he wanted, however would make him feel the best. The new position let him reach even deeper, making you cry even harder. "Ah! Lalo! Lalo! Mmh! F-Fu- *sniff* Fuck... Fuck me! *sniff* Fuck me!"

"I am, sweetheart!" Lalo smiled at you, then Nacho. "See how much he likes this? I told you he's a slut."

As much as he hated to admit it, Nacho was fascinated by this, by you more specifically. There was no doubt in his mind that you were enjoying yourself, but you were crying, practically howling like you wanted it to stop, like you were in agony, but it wasn't agony. It was ecstasy.

For you, at least. For Lalo, it was business as usual. He was definitely enjoying it, but he was eerily calm about the whole thing, barely even breaking a sweat. He could even crack a joke at Nacho's expense. "Si tu coño sea la mitad bueno que esto, tal vez deberé probarlo después, ¿verdad? (If your cunt is half as good as this, maybe I'll have to try it out later, right?)"

Nacho ignored him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. He just gazed down it you, almost in awe. He gently stroked your hair, making you nuzzle into his touch as you sobbed. "Does it feel good?" he asked you.

Your eyes slammed shut as you moaned, "Yes! Yes, god, yes! Ah! So *hic* good! So good! *sniff* God... *sniff* it's... *sniff* so... *sniff* good! Fuck me! Fuck me more!" You weren't sure who you were talking to anymore.

Lalo assumed it was him. "Dios mío, muñequito (My god, doll), you are shameless!" He teased, "Now, just because we have a guest doesn't mean the rules change. You can't cum until I say so." He spanked your ass to punctuate his statement, before attempting to engage Nacho in conversation again, "Está tan necesitado. Siempre me está rogando que le deje a venir. Es una lástima que no tengas una verga, si no dejaría tocarte el turno en él. Es lindo, ¿verdad? (He's so needy. He's always begging me to let him cum. It's a shame that you don't have a cock, otherwise I'd let you take a turn on him. He's cute, right?)"

"S-Sí, él es... (Yeah, he is...)" Nacho responded, his eyes not leaving you as you writhed in his lap. Maybe if he stared at you long enough, his eyes would blur out everything but your face, and Lalo and his dick would fade into obscurity.

But they didn't. Lalo's presence only got more intrusive as he neared his peak. "Mierda, estoy cerca... Tan apretado... (Shit, I'm close... So tight...)" He groaned, "Acá, agarra sus manos. Voy a venir dentro de lo (Here, grab his hands. I'm gonna cum inside of him.)" Nacho did as he asked, taking your wrists in his hands, holding you down so Lalo could have his way with you. Lalo sighed in approval at him, "Good boy," and then at you, "You too. Such good boys, the both of you." He stroked your cheek and wiped your tears with his thumb. "I'm gonna cum inside you, pretty boy. Doesn't that sound nice? Gonna be so... ngh... so nice and full... fuck..." Lalo gave a few more hard thrusts before he buried himself inside you, humming as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You trembled and whimpered underneath him, squirming against Nacho's grasp, your dick painfully hard and untouched, longing for attention.

Lalo pulled his cock out, hissing in delight as he watched his cum spill out of you. "Oh, look at that. Gorgeous." He tapped your cheek again so you could open your eyes. "You stay right here. I'm gonna go get us all something to drink, okay?" Lalo kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed, directing his next line to Nacho, "Don't try anything funny, you hear?" He laughed as he cloaked himself in a silk bathrobe and left the room, heading for the kitchen, leaving the door wide open. What? His house, his rules.

You and Nacho stared at each other awkwardly, your chest rising and falling as you worked on stabilizing your breath. How the fuck do you start a conversation after that? Nacho cleared his throat to make an attempt. "So, uh... he doesn't let you finish?"

You shook your head. "N-No... Not until he says so..."

Nacho frowned. "That's not cool..." He listened intently for a second, sighing when he heard movement downstairs. Lalo was gone. Now was his chance. "Here..." He took your neglected dick between two fingers and started to stroke you.

"...Let me help."

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byrdtrolls · 2 months

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Nightmare Blunt Rotation

What’s one thing you never expected to happen in February 2024? Is it an Ervmir Demork Drabble?

(hehe, a short little side thing I wrote)

It’s late into the day. You are playing an indie dating sim on your laptop in the front hall. It is the only place in your penthive apartment where there are reliably no other people or servants. Though the dark glow of security cameras reminds you are always being watched all the same. You like to stay up late in the day, when it’s quiet and most of the staff and your father’s ‘friends’ have long since gone home. You are completely bombing it on all these conversation options. You like to do no-mercy runs on kiss in the dark demon quadrant simulator and get all the bad endings.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

“Uh, sir?” You hear from behind the wood.

“Hello?” You reply.

“Ervmir” The voice replies, and you recognize it as the buildings security guard. “Can you get your father?”

“Depends why” You answer.

“This woman is demanding to see him, I tried to get her to leave, but I think she’s lost her marbles-“

“OPEN UP HASCHA” insists a demanding, female voice who begins banging on the doorway.

You curl up into a little ball on the couch.

“You’re a really bad security guard!” You yell. “Who the fuck is that!”

“She’s like eight feet tall! What was I supposed to-“ The guard argues.

“Figure it out!” You squeak.

“I demand to speak to Hascha” Orders the woman.

“I’m going to tase you” the guard says to her. “If you don’t leave.”

“Less warning-more tasing!” You order.

There is a sound of a large thud, and a scream.

You back further into your corner, hoping the security guard has been triumphant in whatever struggle just occurred, but the universe would never be so kind.

“Open the door” says the woman. “Hascha will recognize me”

“Yeah well” you stutter. “If you hurt the security guard! He’ll be angry!”

“Go to bed Erv,” Says a male voice. “Two in the damn morning.”

You jump as your father enters the room from behind. Against all logic, he walks over and opens the door.

A giant, horrific beast of a woman dressed like Mary Poppins straightens her back, covered in blood.

Hascha glances at the bottle of wine in his hands, and then back at her.

“Haha” he says. “I wondered if Eponin and all those bitches were crazy.” He says. “Are you real?” He says, waving a hand in front of her.

“Im real” she says. “I'm standing right in front of you” she says, sidestepping your father into the hive, much to your dismay.

“Verula, did you fall from heaven because I thought you dropped dead 50 sweeps ago” Hascha jokes.

“Ha ha. You’re drunk” she says.

“I must be. Did you kill my security guard?” They stutter.

“My kismesis was murdered right in front of me” Verula replies.

“Right” your father says, wincing, scratching the back of his neck. “Bummer. That is so rough Buddy.”

“Do you still have that cask I gave you 60 sweeps ago from that off world winery?”

“Now you’re speaking my language. But also no, I already drank it.” Your father says, leaning on the wall.

“Hascha!” You squeak. “Who the fuck is this! She killed our security guard!”

“I’ll explain to you when you’re older. Go to bed, Erv.”

“Why. It’s not like I’ve got shit to do tomorrow” you retort. “In case you forgot, you fired me”

“Who is that?” Verula says, staring at you.

“Oh this grub I adopted” Hascha replies.

“Why?” Verula.

“I dunno. For fun. To make my life worse”

“Whatever” she dismisses. “Can I stay at your place for a couple nights.”

“Of course,” he says, leading the woman upstairs. “Everyone’s trying to kill you by the way. They’ve all lost it.”

“Wonderful” the jadeblood says, wiping blood off her face.

And then you are in the front hall, alone. You sigh. It’s just you and the dead security guard. You try to ignore him for a moment, but you have not yet sunk so low morally that you can continue to play a dating sim over a fresh corpse. You take a deep breath, closing your laptop, and walking over to him. Shakily, you reach over and pull his id out of his vest, and go to call this guy's family.

You are in the front hall again the next time you see her. You had to wait even longer for the hive to empty. Hascha and their mysterious undead fling had been having some kind of kismesis grief bender for the past week, and avoiding them at very nearly any time of night or day has become more difficult and frustrating. You are trying to finish a demon’s route in the game when you are once again interrupted.

The two large trolls are walking into the kitchen, giggling with each other.

“Maid!” Hascha calls. “We can cook something- Where is the- Maid!” He says, stumbling around.

You sigh. This was not the first time he’s lost track of time and forgotten the servants go home at day. Hopefully Verula could be a voice of reason to him. You don’t want to have to tell him again. For some reason he always gets upset with you, like you were insane for reminding him the hive staff slept.

“Maid!” Verula calls. “Maid!” Oh, wonderful. You think. They’re both on something. They’re both intoxicated.

The calling out for the maid and wandering around the hive and resolving into giggling continues for some time, before you snap.

“It’s two am! The staff went home!” You shout.

“Motherfucker.” Hascha complains. “Go to bed, Erv!” He says, hypocritically. “Whatever. We’ll order online.”

“You can order food online? Like through a computer?” Verula says, like a woman who’s been dead for a long time.

“New age magic darling- the miracle of computer.” He says, taking a moment to try and doordash on his phone. The jadeblood plucks a joint from his hand.

“Do the robots deliver it?” she jokes.

“Nah, just app people” he dismisses.

The woman coughs.

“What?”

“Like the people who work for the app” he says. “They get a message and deliver the food” he attempts to explain. The jadeblood takes another hit.

“An army of people in the app?” She says, looking over his shoulder.

“Yeah” he says. “Wait- give that back” he says, trying to grab the joint.

“What?” She says.

“I forget if I laced that one.” He says, taking back the joint.”

She stares at her now empty hand.

“You know Hascha” she says. “I didn’t think you’d still be like this.”

“What?” He says.

“You know. When you got kicked out of the fleet and put on planet arrest” The jadeblood says, giggling. “And you were like, I’m gonna spend every day partying like there is no tomorrow and doing hard drugs and shit. I thought you were just like. Going through something. And you’d come to your senses in like, a few sweeps at most. And get back on your feet. And weasel your way back into the fleet or something. And you’re still doing this shit? And you have a kid?” She says

“Hey” he says. “I own a billion dollar news company.”

“You’re having a laced joint on a Tuesday night after we already drank the rest of that wine.”

“One you just stole from me” They retort. “Glass hives, darling.”

“If I were a better person,” She says. “I’d be worried about you.”

“If I were a better person” He replies. “I’d want you to worry about me.”

“You’ve really been doing this?” Dentry says. “For 50 sweeps? Did 857 truly break your pan so badly?” She says, miming a knocking motion on their head. It’s unfitting the seriousness of the conversation, but he does not seem to mind.

“Maybe not all the time,” He says. “Sober up for a couple weeks, or a month, your tolerance builds back up, you can put your life back together just enough that everything looks fine on the surface and money keeps flowing, and then go have fun again.”

“Sounds like you have it down to a science” She says. “What a miserable way to live.”

“Oh it's a wonderful way to live” He argues. “Probably gonna die someday” They admit. “But it’s a wonderful view from halfway down.”

You turn up the music on your headphones, and try your best to return your focus to the game. But it’s too late- it's ruined. You are clicking through the options but your brain is barely processing them.

Eventually there is a loud thud from the other room.

“Fuck” you hear the jadeblood say. “That is- shit” the woman says, clearly having a sub optimal time.

“What?” Hascha says.

“I think it just hit me” she stumbles. “I think that was laced. That is- too much uppy. Not enough downy.”

“Don’t freak out,” he retorts.

“I’m not freaking out. I’ll be fine. Do we have more wine? Or normal weed? I’m just need something more downy”

“Maybe-“ Hascha says, and then proceeds to look in all of the various places in the hive where they kept alcohol. This takes a long time. There are many places.

“Fuck” he says. “I think that’s everything. Where’s- MAID!”

“The maid went home!” You snap, again.

“Erv” he says. “Perfect” he says, stumbling into the room.

“I need you to go to the winery on 5th and downing. The one we like. I need you to grab like 15 Domaine Leroy for the lounge and 10 Corton-Charlemagne for the cellar. Make sure it’s the one with 18% alcohol from that place in Tuscany. Take the spaceship.” He says, dropping the keys in your hand. Fascinating, how he’s able to remember everything about the winery so specifically except a very key detail.

“The winery” you say. “IS CLOSED! IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY.”

“Christ, well you don’t have to yell you little shit.” He retorts.

“I don’t think you need more wine” You say.

“Verula’s freaking out” They say, waving their hand dismissively.

“Exactly why you should not give her more alcohol, genius” You say softly.

“What was that?” He snaps.

“Nothing” You mutter, losing your nerve.

“Okay” Hascha says, turning and stumbling away. “Here’s what you do-“ he begins, and then walks out of earshot. Several minutes pass. You begin to silently hope he has gone and passed out someplace, muttering to himself, but right when you are going to go back to bed, he returns, holding a crowbar, which he then hands to you.

“Okay Ervmir- here’s what you do. You’re going to break into the winery.”

“What?” You say, hoping he is joking.

“Step one: you break the winery window. Step two, you leave 5 hundred thousand Caegar bills on the desk in reimbursement. You take all of the liquor you can fit into the spaceship- actually I don’t trust you with the spaceship. You WALK to the winery but still carry as much alcohol as you can fit in the spaceship. And everyone wins”

“I lose,” you say. “I get arrested.”

“No you don’t- you do it all very quietly.” Hascha reassures.

“I can’t WALK to the winery!! It’s day! I’ll get burned!”

“Erv, Verula is really freaking out. And her freaking out is freaking me out. And we really do need new alcohol.” Hascha says, picking you up, and placing you in the hallway outside their penthouse apartment.

“What! No! I’m not stealing you booze! What if a paparazzi sees me!!” You plead to deaf ears as he takes your keys, holding them out of your reach.

“Listen” he says. “I’m going to lock you out. And you aren’t allowed back in. Unless you go to the winery. Okay? Thank you. Goodbye Erv.” He says, and he shuts the door in your face. Motherfucker. You are going to kill him for real someday. You bang on the apartment door, part in hopes he’ll change his mind and part in an expression of anger and frustration.

Before eventually, your breathing evens enough that you pull yourself to your feet, and storm off in search of an umbrella.

Two whole hours later, you bang on the door again, with a cart full of wine from the winery.

Hascha opens it.

“Ervmir” he says. “What took you so long”

“Ha Ha” you reply, voice layered with contempt. “It takes a while to break into a winery”

“It seems like an in and out kind of deal” he critiques.

“You’re lucky I came back at all” you say.

Verula, the woman herself, peeks out of the hallway.

“Thank you Ervmir.”

“I hate you both and I hope you die. I poisoned every one of these” you say, shoving the cart into the room.

“He’s joking” Hascha reassures the jadeblood, who true to his word, looks a little freaked out.

“One of these days I won’t be!” You snap. “I’m gonna go call Esveri.” You say, your voice cracking.

“You’re gonna call your boyfriend at, what is it? 4am?”

“WHO ELSE WOULD I CALL?” You snap. “Hire me a twenty four seven therapist! You might as well pay someone to parent me if you’re going to try this hard!” You yell, storming off to your room.

You shut the door, but linger by it.

“He’s a good kid,” You hear Verula mutter softly to your father, popping the cork off a bottle.

“He hates me.” Hascha replies

“Yeah, well, no shit” the jadeblood answers.

#alcoholism tw #drug use tw #addiction tw #emotional abuse tw #ervmir writing #my writing #fantroll #fantroll rp #homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck rp #hiveswap #friendsim #pesterquest

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t-in-a-box · 6 months

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Freddy Krueger X F!Reader - Detention

Freddy knows you like him and idk puts up a scenario of a school environment cuz he found out you'd enjoy it or smth xd

Warnings: Freddy being himself, rather forced confession, suggesting of smut (just a little hehe)

You found yourself on your seat in your classroom. The fact that you were all alone wasn't the only odd thing you noticed. For an unknown reason you had a schoolgirl uniform on. A white bottom-up t-shirt with a deep blue collar, a matching blue skirt with two white stripes on the hem, a red scarf tie, a pair of long white socks and shiny black shoes. The skirt was way too short and could barely reach your knees.

Suddenly you heard ear-splitting noise. You covered your ears and turned your head to see what made such awful sound. The chalkboard. A chalk wrote by itself to the board. The sentence made you shiver. It read: "Learning is fun WITH FREDDY!". So you were in a dream, like you had already assumed.

Your mind rushed as you tried to think a way to escape the burnt asshole before it was too late. You decided to leave the building as quickly as possible. You got up from your seat and headed to the door but managed only to take a few steps before the door opened.

There stood Freddy with a big grin on his thin lips. His clothes weren't the usual neither. He had a red and green striped sweater west, a white bottom-up shirt beneath that, dark brown pants that were surprisingly clean looking, leather boots, and a red and green bow tie. You gulped taking a step back. On the right side of his west he had a name tag that said: Mr. Krueger, the headmaster.

"Well, well. Ms. (L/n) isn't trying to leave the detention, is she?" Freddy's tone was rather teaseful and it was obvious that he enjoyed the situation.

"What is this shit? I just want to sleep," you said as another shiver went down your spine. Freddy lurked closer.

"Ah, ah. Mind your tone," he smirked. You glared him.

"What's with these costumes?" you asked, mainly to play time to plan an exit. This time he chuckled.

"I figured you'd like this sort of stuff," he answered, with an amused tone.

"Just what are you talking about? Why would I 'like this sort of stuff'?" you spoke, getting more annoyed of the male in front of you.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, sweet-cheeks. I did my re-search, and Dolly, you're an open book full of messy fantasies like this one," Freddy couldn't have looked more proud of himself. His words made you blush again.

"F-fair enough, but that doesn't mean I want anything to do with you," the escape plan was the last thing on your mind at that moment. You wanted desperately to know how much he knew. He took some steps towards you and was only a few feet apart.

"Ah, yes. I also found out another interesting thing about you. Tell me, what kind of person has feelings towards the man who kills her friends?" you mentally face-palmed. This really was your nightmare...

"Y-you're out of your mind..." you murmured, not being able to look at him in the eyes.

He took yet another step, closing the cap between you two. His hot breath brushed against your right ear as he whispered: "Am I?". His tone wasn't threatening, but rather serious, like he wanted you to admit it to him. 'Not going to happen!' you thought.

You huffed, changing the subject; "Where did you leave the glove?"

Freddy smirked again. If you wanted to play hard to get he was more than happy to play with you. "You'll be a good little girly and we won't need it, won't we?" he answered.

You shook your head. "Just like that," he grinned cockily, "Shall we begin the detention?"

"Whatever." you spoke. If you just keep him preoccupied long enough, you'll get to sleep and he won't try to kill you the whole night...

"Excellent! First up, you'll have to answer a few questions. A simple yes or no will do fine. And before we start, if your answer is wrong, a piece of clothing you're wearing disappears. Are you ready?"

What an absolute ass...

"Yeah, bring it on," you answered grumpily. It was true that you had feelings for him, for a reason you didn't even know yourself, but did he still have to be such dick?

"The first question goes; Are you a virgin?" his eyes flickered at excitement. Yup, he was a full-time dick.

"I'm not a virgin, Freddy," you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but blush a little. Actually, you were one, but you didn't want to say it out loud to the bastard.

"It's Mr. Krueger to you, and your answer was... Wrong!"

The red tie you had disappeared. How on earth did he know these things? "Alright! I am! Asshole..." the last word you murmured quietly.

"I heard that. Say goodbye to your socks!" he laughed. The son of a bitch just laughed at you. Your socks were gone, and so were your shoes.

"The second question; Are you attracted to me?" he had such shit-eating grin on his face...

"I... Yes..." you mumbled.

"I can't hear you," his voice was full of enjoyment and self-satisfaction.

"Yes! Just quit clowning around and kiss me already!" you shouted before you realized and quickly covered your mouth with your hand.

"With pleasure, princess!" he answered taking your hand from your mouth, and pressing his burnt lips against yours. You huffed, kissing him back. He licked your lips before biting the lower one gently enough. Needless to say you were a blushing mess afterwards.

"Are you ready for the final question?" Freddy asked with a huge grin.

"Yeah.." you said, still being a little dumb-founded about what had just happened.

"Okay, here it goes; Should we take this further?" so that's why he was having such big grin about...

"N-no I think I'm fine..." you said as your face flushed again. Before you knew it, your shirt was gone.

"Gee, you really should quit lying. It's a nasty habit for a Sweetheart like yourself..."

#Freddy krueger #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger x f!reader #confession #forced confession #role play #slashers x reader

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bluberimufim · 3 months

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Writer Q&A Tag Game

Hello. I got tagged for this by @squarebracket-trick on this post and I thought it sounded super fun. So, here we are!

1. What motivates you to write?

I started out as an artist, but I began writing once I realized that visual art as a medium wasn't enough to tell the stories I wanted to tell - it had no way of codifying lore, defining character traits, or even just easily telling a long story. I think it's still largely that, in a way. I come up with all these stories and I "get them out" through writing because I sure as hell can't keep them inside my brain for eternity.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This one is pretty recent, from a few chapters ago in DoS, but I'm really proud of it. I just feel like it emphasizes how much Seth's experience with souls connects with the body, which is the Goddess of Time's domain. A lot of metaphors in this story centre around bodies and physicality because of this. Here's the snippet:

And yet, there was Theo, with her soul so unwound there was no fixing it anymore. The most she could do was keep healing and healing, covering the cracks of the bowl with her own hands in the hope that they'd go back to normal. Keep filling the ocean so that, no matter how many holes lined its bed, it would never be empty. [...] She held her so tight she thought her hands would fuse to her skin. As if she could cover the cracks of her soul with her own body.

Idk, I just vibe with it.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

(what happened to 3 and 4? where did they go?)

I'd say back-and-forth banter, probably because of my time in theatre, but also horror description. It creeps up on me. I keep writing horror on accident. And I always really like it. Just something about describing something weird and spooky.

6. What do you enjoy most about the Writeblr community?

Mostly the fact that there's all these other writers who have cool stuff and also wanna see my cool stuff. I already loved writing on my own, but knowing that there are people Out There who also care about my stories just feels amazing.

And also, the casual friendship between people. You interact with someone's blog, they interact with yours, and you suddenly feel like you're friends, kinda. I can only compare it to making quick friends with someone on the playground as a kid. I like it <3

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech-to-text, a writing program etc)

I am a very ✨analogue✨ person, so my best writing advice in this scenario is always: put that shit on paper.

Feel unsure about a scene? Put that shit on paper. It's like a 0.5th (hehe "halfth") draft that you will copy onto your document and you will always improve it with that second look.

Worried about perfectionism? Put that shit on paper. Even pencil, at least to me, feels hard to erase. It's mostly about living with the stuff you've written and not looking back - erasing is such a pain in the ass that you might as well just keep going forward.

Wanna write secretly during class/lectures/whatever where you're not allowed to have a device? Wadda ya know, the answer is also paper.

Wanna edit? Printing stuff out helps you get some distance from your own writing and it also makes you see it more as a book than as just something you've made.

It also generally makes you feel less bad about changing stuff later in the document, because you have a solid, physical record of what you've written before.

Put that shit on paper. It works well.

(sorry for the rant sbdhagjk)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I once made a post about the art movements in the world of the dystopia WIP (yes, seriously) but I can't find it anymore. I'm not gonna explain it again, it was stupidly long the first time around.

I guess, outside the dystopia WIP, I'm pretty proud of the whole Three Sister Goddesses thing from DoS. I have drawn designs, but I'll make another post sometime. I'm also proud of the relationship between the Goddesses tho.

They're at war with each other, but they're just doing it for entertainment. They kiiiinda hate each other but not as much as their desire to have fun. Like, they will send their daughters to decimate each other's armies, but they'll also hang out together in the Plane of the Gods. The war is kind of like a decades-long game of Monopoly they're having at the family function. And I just think it's cool. Goes into that whole thing about mortals being like ants to uncaring gods that I like.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Kinda cliché, but I'd say this: it happens to everyone, dude (gender neutral). Everyone has periods of time when they feel bad and can't write. Or where they feel like their writing is terrible. Doesn't make you less of a writer.

Even if you're not as productive as other people: who cares, honestly? As long as you're having a good time and doing something you love, it doesn't matter how much time you need or don't need to finish something. Even if you never finish anything. And if you feel like you're not as good as other people: who cares either, you know? Everybody starts somewhere. And everybody has different strengths. You'll get better. You always do.

At the end of the day, we're all just doing this because we love it. Don't force yourself. The time will pass anyway.

Ooooookay that last one was a bit more serious than the rest. Anyway, I wanna tag, no pressure, @fleurtygurl @stesierra @cheeto-flavoured-pasta and @sarandipitywrites

#writeblr #writing #tag game #ramblies

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heartsoulspiritelite · 9 months

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Hook x Jungle boy

Warnings: Smut (blowjob and shi) idk its not very good but i should prob warn yall :0

Summary-

Hook was confused as hell. His bestfrie- no, former tag partner just left him. Just like that their history is all gone. Their friendship is ruined. What. the. actual. fuck. And to top it all off he lost his title. The only thing that proved he was something even though the stupid belt was worthless. Hook went to confront the man and lets just say their friends again ;) hehe

Why can you just tell me the truth?

Hook was confused as hell. His bestfrie- no, former tag partner just left him. Just like that their history is all gone. Their friendship is ruined. What. the. actual. fuck. He told Jack things, things he had never told anyone. He trusted Perry with a lot of things . He knew he shouldn't have opened up. This shit always happens to him, he can never catch a break.

and to top it all off he lost his title. The only thing that proved he was something even though the stupid belt was worthless. He always carried around his dad's history, his legacy and now all of a sudden the title is Jacks. Jack never ever took an interest in the belt so why the hell would he want it?

Hook wasn't scheduled for rampage or dynamite. So like anyone would obviously do he was going to stay home and sulk. Until he thought of Jack flaunting HIS title around acting like the baddest bitch in the place. That wasn't going to slide with Hook so of course he showed up anyways.

Walking into the building sucked. All the sympathy stares, he ignored all the looks and went to find Jungle b- Jack Perrys locker room. All he wants is answers. He is not letting Jack run from this. He deserves a god damn explanation.

Mid way to his journey to the locker room he saw a vending machine selling all kinds of chips so he took short stop and stuffed the two bags of chips into his hoodie pocket for later there and continued his journey.

He found his targets lockeroom and busted the door open.

Jack turned around from unpacking things looking surprised.

"What the fu-" Jack started

"Shut up Jack you dont get to talk like that. The only words you can say to me are the words explaining what the fuck is going on" He slightly yelled

Jack froze slightly when he realized Hook was blocking the exit so he couldnt leave.

"i dont owe you shit. I never wanted to be your friend. Now fucking move before i punch you."

"Oh im so scared Jack. Why cant you just tell me the truth. Ive told you things. Now your gonna blackmail me and act like we weren't friends? Was it a lie the whole time?. you were my only friend- my bestfriend." His voice nearly cracking and faultering at the end of his sentance

"I trusted you Jack! You know i have troubles doing that. Why the hell do even want that belt you could've just asked me" He continued, his voice getting stronger

"Listen could you just move so i can leave" Jack pleaded

Hook glared at him and kept staring him in the eye until Jack gave up and all the fight left his body

He saw Jack look at his lips then looked him up and down while his eyes started watering while backed up to sit on the bench behind him.

Hook froze once realized.. It was never about the belt...

"Listen im sorry okay.. please stop" Jack whispered desperately staring Hook in the eyes

Hook slowly walked over until he was infront of Jack, Towering over him he whispered

"Thats what this is all about?"

He should've known all the lingering touches and stares. He felt the same about the other man but he would never dare to open his mouth and say anything.

Jacks eyes widened and he quickly looked away avoiding Hook's eyes.

"No" He denied still avoiding Hook's stare

He was getting really nervous, Hook could tell.

Hook bent down lightly and grabbed Jack's chin forcing the man to look up at him and kissed him.

Jack was shocked but quickly kissed back grabbing at Hook's hair.

Hook fell into Jack's lap and straddled him. They continued to make out until Jack started kissing the younger mans neck while he grinded down on his lap making both men moan.

The older man lifted hook up carried him to the wall and pinned him against it making Hook gasp.

"Always had a feeling you secretly a bottom" He whispered in his eye mockingly

"Shut up" He whined slightly while blushing

They started to make out again while touching each others bodies all over desperately making up for all the missed time. They removed eachothers shirt/hoodie and threw them to god knows where.

Jack started kissing down Hooks torso until he reached the top of his pants smirking at the outline of his hardened cock. He looked up for permission while dropping down onto his knees. Seeing Hook all blissed out made his own cock harden even more. The man above him nodded and started whining when Jack was taking too long.

"Please.. Jack Please.. i've waited so long" He practically begged while his hips jerked foward involantarily.

"Okay, okay" He chuckled

He slowly removed his pants until the reached his ankles then he brought his hand up and started palming Hooks clothed covered cock.

"You like that darling?"

Hook nodded fast

He removed his hand from his Hooks dick and looked up at him.

"Words, love"

"Yes. I love it. Fuck- yes please Jack keep going" He yelled frusterated while grabbing at Jack's hair

Jack quickly pulled down Hook's underwear making the man hiss slightly.

He rubbed his hand up and down his dick a couple times before he licked a line down from the top off his balls to his tip making the man above him whimper and shiver.

He took his dick into his mouth and licked around it and swallowed him down.

He then hollowed out his mouth and started bobbing his head while staring up at him making Hook a complete mess. Moaning and gasping, making his cock harden more by the second.

"Jack oh my god" Hook Cried

Hook grabbed at Jacks at head and started pushing him down forcibly making Jack choke slightly.

Jack grabbed at his ass and squeezed his and kneaded it, lightly smacking it, making Hook blush more which almost seemed impossible.

Hook was coming closer to his release, Jack could tell and started bobbing his head faster down half his dick while jerking off the other half at the same pace.

Hook practically screamed out in pleasure and came down jacks throat.

Jack swallowed down every drop and pulled off shocked, not because of Hook coming down his throat. He's just shocked because of the reactions he got from the man.

Hook got shy all of sudden and wouldn't meet Jack's eyes once he rose back onto his feet.

"All shy now huh?"

"i-i" He was speechless so he did the only thing that seemed right in the moment and flipped them around and pulled Jacks pants and underwear down releasing his worked up dick causing jack to moan.

He started sucking on Jack's dick immediately grasping at his ass.

jack didn't last long since he was so worked up. Hook pulled off before Jack came and finished jerking him off so he would come all over his face making Jack look down at him shocked while becoming more flushed by the second.

both were breathing heavy just staring at one another until Hook rose onto his feet and wiped the cum of of his face and put into his mouth and sucked on his finger, while staring into jack's eyes.

Once he finished all he could do was hug the naked man. They squeezed each other hard and trembled.

"What do we do now?" Hook whispered

"I dont know but im so sorry for hurting you i just didn't know what else to do" He apolagized

"Its alright, dont worry"

Both men got into the shower and then got dressed, When they arrived at Jack's hotel the two of them cuddled each other until the next morning when they could talk about where they stand with one another, But for now the two are just gonna sleep all their worries away knowing that they have each other again.

~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~

#junglehook #oneshot #aew imagine #jungle boy #hook #smut #dynamite200

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psychangels · 8 months

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Hi!! can i request a hfr fic? with the best sinlings peppermint and chai, maybe chais arm or music player is malfunctioning do she has to fix it and... idk maybe some deep convos happen !! thanks in advance 💕

this wound up being WAAAY longer than i originally planned. uh. whoops hehe. bc of that i'm gonna post it as its own separate fic to ao3, bc the reqs fic there is Specifically for the usual req length: ficlets

i hope u enjoy this very light angst ft. Slight backstory reveal

Peppermint yawns, stretching her arms up, over her head. As her arms fall, she grabs her iced coffee and takes a sip. Her eyes scan the lines of code in front of her. She's almost got this cracked...

A sudden knock from her door makes her freeze. Her eyes flick to the clock in the corner of the screen. 2:53 AM. Shit.

"Just lemme finish this, I've almost got it—then I'll go right to bed. Promise," she says as she hurriedly saves her progress, just in case.

Peppermint turns to see exactly who she expected: Chai. He's standing in the doorway. The expression on his face is unreadable. The best way she can think to describe it as is tired. 808 is hanging from his shoulder, her ears folded back. She hadn't even noticed her leaving her charging bed.

Usually, Chai would've said something by now. Or at least mumbled. But he's just...staring at her. His eyes glint in the light from her screen.

"Uh...Chai?"

Another moment of silence passes. Then, with a sigh, he walks over to her bed and sits down on the edge of it, facing her.

"I know you're, like, busy with whatever when you should be sleeping...but..." He trails off. His head falls forward, hiding his face from view.

"What is it?" she asks, turning her chair toward him.

Now that he's a bit closer, she realizes that he's trembling. He's breathing kind of heavy, too. Her brow furrows.

"I, uh...I think something's wrong..." "Did you—are you sick?" "No. Not, like, um...I don't think so." "Did you get hurt or something?" "No...but, er, my chest hurts..."

Peppermint's eyes widen.

"Your chest hurts? Where specifically?"

Chai tips forward, his head touching his knees. 808 whines as she hops off of him, moving to sit next to him. His hand moves to settle on his chest—probably in answer of her question. The problem is, she can't see where exactly it's at. Not from here.

So, she gets up, sitting next to him on the bed. She reaches towards him, but stops just short of actually touching him.

"Uh—can you sit up?"

After a moment, he complies. His eyes are shut. There's a sheen of sweat on his face. Most importantly, his hand is right on top of his core. Shit.

"Pull your shirt up and lie down," she orders as she gets up to grab her tools.

He mumbles some sort of affirmative.

When Peppermint sits back down, setting her toolkit next to her, she finds 808 curled up around his head. She's purring, her eyes squeezed shut. Peppermint frowns.

She must've felt that something was wrong thanks to their connection. Which means she likely woke him up if the pain didn't.

Turning her focus to the pressing matter at hand, she scrutinizes his core. It's not broken. All of the wires are still intact. Nothing is disconnected. So that means that the core itself isn't the issue. Which can only mean one thing...

However, Chai's player seems...okay. It doesn't look damaged. It seems like it's still moving around to the beat. But she wouldn't really know. And he seems too out of it to really explain anything.

Well. Only one way to find out what's wrong.

But she has no idea what sort of affect this will have. Maybe she should find a substitute or something first. But it's not like Peppermint just has MP3 players lying around, and she's not sure if her phone would work.

But...he seemed fine without it when he woke up after what happened in the LIFT tunnels a while ago. He was a bit loopy, but that was to be expected. Then again, though, they put it back in as soon as they could...

Peppermint sighs. She can't sit here thinking about it. He's in pain. She can—hopefully—fix that.

"I'm gonna have to take your player out. If you start to feel worse or something...tell me. Scream. Whatever."

"M'kay," he mumbles.

She carefully opens the core and removes it. The light inside dims a bit, but it's still glowing. She scans his face for any signs of...anything. He slowly opens his eyes.

"Huh...that does feel weird," he says. "Does it still hurt?" "Mmm...nah. Feels, uh...funny?" "Funny like...?" "Like, uh...like...I guess...normal. My old normal." "Is that...good or bad...?" "S'fine. Doesn't hurt."

Peppermint relaxes a bit. Then, she starts analyzing the player. It doesn't take long for her to figure out the problem: it's low on battery. Almost dead low.

"Have you been charging this thing somehow?" "No...? Dunno how I would. Why?" "...It's almost dead. But it's lasted for months now." "Oh. Huh. Weird."

The battery must just be completely dying, then. Which makes sense. This thing is old as hell.

As she pops it open to get the battery out, she asks, "How long have you had this for?"

"M'player? Uh...high school. Wait, no...junior high." "And you never replaced any of the parts?" "I did, couple times, whenever it started acting funny." Her brows go up. "I thought you weren't a tech guy." "I'm not really. Just looked stuff up online." "...Right. Should've guessed."

Battery removed, she inspects it to see what kind it is. Not that she's likely to have another one around, but she probably has one with similar specs.

Getting up, she grabs a bin of batteries from her shelf. Peppermint digs through it to find a suitable replacement.

"Got it as a birthday present. Gram and Jas saved up enough to buy it for me," he says.

She pauses for a moment. "Who's Jas?"

All she gets in response is silence. She sighs. Then, she turns to look at him to make sure he didn't die or something.

Chai's still breathing. Actually, he seems to be breathing at a more regular pace compared to earlier. He's staring up at the ceiling.

808's moved. She's got her head on his shoulder. She's still purring; trying to offer what she can. Peppermint will make sure they both give her plenty of treats after this.

After finally finding a replacement battery, she gets to work on putting it into the player. She has to make a few adjustments due to this one being a different kind, but it doesn't very long.

"You still doing okay?" "Yeah. Tired..." "I'm sure. You usually aren't up this late." "Mmm...why're you still up...?" "'Cause of you." He huffs. "Before." "Work." "Mm...go to bed after this, 'kay?" Now it's her turn to huff. "I'm fine."

Not even a second later, she yawns. Chai shoots her a cheeky grin. She rolls her eyes.

New battery in, Peppermint seals the player back up. Then, she tests to see if it's working. It comes back to life quickly. So, she returns it to its spot in his core, then seals that back up. The light inside of it grows brighter and starts pulsing.

His eyes go wide. "Woah." "What? Is something wrong?" "No! Just feels...different. But like, not bad different." "...Alright. Good. Now get back to bed." "Don't mind if I do...but you better go to bed, too." She sighs. "I will, I will..."

#hi fi rush #chai hi fi rush #peppermint hi fi rush #808 hi fi rush #angelanswers.txt #angelwrites.txt

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