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𐙚chris' girl (intro) ― matt sturniolo
summary: matt has a not-so-innocent crush on chris' girlfriend
notes/warnings (pls read!!) : this series is going to be nsfw ! if u don't fw that, kindly, bye <3 reader is a popular influencer in la and lowkey oblivious but not really...you'll see lol, alcohol, partying, smoking, the whole nine yards honestly, buckle up...
*this is a work of FICTION, i don't think any of this would actually happen lmfao, it's just for fun! while chris and matt both like reader, there will be no incest shit whatsoever. you can 1000% miss me with that, thank youuu !
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it started off with little things every so often. there wasn't this big moment that made matt fall for her, it was more so a collection of interactions he thought back on before bed every night. these interactions, some innocent, some... not so much, plagued his mind. she was everywhere. in his head, in his car, in his house, on his couch. the smell of her vanilla perfume always lingered. he'd pretend to complain, but there was never an ounce of actual annoyance in his voice. it was almost visceral, the way his body reacted to merely thinking about these interactions.
like the time she came into his room for a towel before her and chris went to the hot tub. matt almost choked on his own saliva, the sight of her in the tiniest black bikini known to man, belly button piercing sparkling. the $300 vivienne westwood necklace chris gave her for her birthday dangled dangerously low in the valley of her full chest. matt couldn't speak, but how could he? all he could do was gulp and hand her the towel.
or that time when he was heading to his room for the night, but caught of glimpse of chris' cracked door. she sat on the edge of his, back to the door, slipping the straps of her pink bra back on. she turned her head slowly, as if she knew. but matt was quick to keep walking. did she know? did she want me to see her like that? these questions loomed around matt's mind, a constant battle of fighting what he actually saw versus what his fantasies made him believe. it was bad, that half-awake, half-asleep state of being that would nearly convince matt there was chance she had interest in him.
he could her voice saying his name over and over again.
"matt, matt, matt, matt...-MATT, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" chris interjected, throwing a pillow at matt's head. matt jolted up, gasping for air, chest heaving up and down.
"chris!" matt scowled at him, hand over his heart to make sure he was still alive after being in that much shock.
"ooooh, someone was having a good dream." chris teased, flicking on the lights, "c'mon, seriously, get up. i told y/n we'd pick her up on the way to the party." he mentioned casually, leaving the room to make sure nick was ready to leave as well.
the party. matt had completely forgot. fuck.
the drive to y/n's house was normal: matt drove, nick sat in the passenger seat texting different group chats to see who was coming to the party, and chris sat in the back middle on aux, per usual. maybe it was pathetic, but every time they picked up y/n, matt's stomach would get that light feeling right before you go on a massive roller coaster. he thought with time, it would go away. this had to be the 5th or 6th time they were picking her up, but the feeling in stomach proved no signs of lessening in the slightest. matt would just have to deal with it. he took a deep breath, slowly pulling into her driveway and turning down the music a bit. chris sent his usual "i'm here" text and it wasn't even two minutes later that y/n came strutting out. a pale pink, skin-tight dress that stopped barely after the curve of her ass adorned her body. her chunky black heels clicked against the pavement as she made her way to matt's car. she did a little wave at matt and nick through the driver's side window before opening the back door, chris holding out of hand to help her in.
once she closed the door, the vanilla wave of her perfume set in instantly, matt's grip on the wheel tightening.
"hi guys!" her honey voice beamed, adjusting her dress. "hi baby", giving chris a quick kiss on the cheek. his hand went to its usual spot on her inner thigh. and like usual, matt saw this in the rearview mirror, eyes darting from the sight to the gps directions back and forth, making sure chris' hand didn't travel any further. matt reversed the car, praying he could keep his emotions level for the 14 minute remainder of the drive
"you look soooo fucking good!" nick complimented, turning his upper body to face y/n, almost baffled by her beauty.
"yeah, you really do." chris chimed in, hand squeezing her thigh now. seeing this, matt 'accidentally' hit the brakes abruptly at the red light, causing chris' hand to leave her thigh.
"shit, sorry." matt apologized dryly
"matt, focus up! i swear to god, y/n could drive better in her 6 inch heels." chris jokes, and nick laughs, but y/n swats chris' arm.
"leave him alone." y/n rolls her eyes, digging in her purse for lipgloss.
matt tried so hard not to smirk, turning into the street where the party was happening and parking a couple houses down. the whole street was packed, luxury cars filled every available spot on the curb, beautiful people all heading to the biggest house on the block.
matt didn't register the moments before entering the house, mainly by choice. he hated watching chris always give her the sloppiest tongue kiss whenever they got out of the car. he hated the awkward walk up the street, y/n and chris walking in front of him, hand in hand, while he had to listen to nick's latest tangent.
once nick swung the door open, though, matt had no choice but to look alive. deafeningly loud rap struck matt's chest, the bass booming and buzzing throughout his whole body. y/n and chris went straight to get drinks and greet people like they always did. matt trailed loosely behind.
after a couple drinks, chris and y/n were the stars of the party. y/n body-rolled to the music, chris stood closely behind her, one hand on her hip and the other holding his solo cup in the air. everyone was dancing and having a good time, and then there was matt. he stood off to the side near the drink table, sipping root beer from the can, summoning the strength not to leave with every body-roll and swivel of y/n's hips against chris' groin. matt shook his head, frankly pissed off. chris always did that stupid thing where he pretended to act shocked by y/n's dancing as if they didn't go to parties together all the time. thankfully, matt's suffering was cut short when chris left y/n to get a refill. he walked up to the drink table, pouring himself a shot-sized amount of vodka into the cup, eyeing matt's muted disposition.
"y'know, matt, you could actually talk to people or have a good time here. no one's paying you to stand there like a fucking statue." chris threw his head back, downing the liquor.
"my stomach hurts." matt remarked flatly, sipping his root beer. to be fair, his stomach did actually hurt. the reason why, he couldn't tell his brother-or anyone, really.
"whatever." chris waved him off, leaving to talk with some friends in the other corner.
matt sighed, stomach in knots, the knots covered in thorns, the thorns injected with poison. maybe he should leave, just for a bit... tempting, but then he would lose his parking spot and god knows he wouldn't hear the end of it from nick. his thoughts are interrupted by a cloud of smoke wafting in his face. matt coughs as the cloud fades to reveals some random guy. as much as he tried, matt could not for the life of him keep up with what influencer was who.
to be polite, matt nodded at him, "hey, man."
"'sup." the guy reciprocated, taking another hit of from vape. his eyes traveled somewhere else after a moment, staring with his mouth agape. "jesus fucking christ.." he muttered in disbelief.
matt quirked an eyebrow, confused. turning his head to the direction the guy was looking. that confused dissipated in half a second. there she was. y/n in the middle of the crowd, shaking her ass and rotating her hips sensually. her hands slid down the curves her body to the cadence of the song playing. there were other pretty girls dancing around her, but no one could dance the way y/n did. even without intention, y/n had an innate talent for drawing people in.
"oh...yeah, she's-uh-" matt struggled with what to say that wouldn't blow his cover completely.
"please tell me she's single" the guy's eyes widen on y/n's body, his voice soaked in envy, "or is she your girl?"
matt's stomach filled with a new feeling. defeat. he could lie to the guy, sure. he could could say she was single, but to fuck off because he was about to make his move. or he could go a step further and proudly say she was his girl. he doubted the guy would question it. but it wasn't worth it. he was better than that. plus, he knew he'd feel even more pathetic for it later tonight.
"nah, man, " he took one last look at y/n in all her glory, before throwing his drink away. giving the guy a pat on the shoulder in solidarity, "she's chris' girl."
new fic woooooo !!!! i'm excitedddd
this is just the intro, chp.1 will be up later !
#Spotify#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x reader
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hongjoong getting at us mad because we hung out with a different kpop boy group nsfw ?😭idk it came to me because of how atinys make the joke of hongjoong hating how we stan other groups-
Only look at me
Jealous mean Dom Hongjoong x Afab reader
Summary: You get caught by Hongjoong coming back to your home from a late night concert and he has to remind you who's fan you're supposed to be.
Genre: Angst and Smut
Warnings: Acts of possessiveness, begging, kinda toxic but like not really lol
Smut warnings: Rough sex, use of sex toys, oral sex (M recieving), gagging, choking, friends with benefits, mentions of punishment, punishment sex, use of consentual force (Y/N have a preestablished agreement), Mean dom Hongjoong, slapping, cum eating, throat fucking, condom sex, Sir kink??, pain kink??, Humilitation??, Degrading??
A/N: Idk what it is about Hongjoong but like, every fic I write about him he's getting his dick sucked, idk he just deserves that.
Minors dni
You walked into your loft around 3 am, you dropped your clear tote bag, and took off your shoes, the living room was dark, you turned on the light and were startled to see your best friend Hongjoong sitting on your couch with his leg folded over the other and his arms crossed.
"Jesus fucking Christ Hongjoong you scared the hell out of me, why are you just sitting in my house in the damn dark?!" You yelled, still shaken up while holding your fast-beating chest.
"You're coming home late." was all he replied, you didn't ask why he was here again because Hongjoong often randomly appeared at your house every since he got the spare key in case of emergencies.
"Yeah, I was out with my friends."
"Doing what?" He tilted his head slightly. "I'm your friend, your best friend to be exact, why didn't I know about this friend outing?"
"Uh- well, ya know it was... um... preplanned." You scratched your head then tried to slyly slide your clear tote bag behind you.
"That's not your normal purse, why the sudden change?" He questioned.
"Oh um, the place we went to searches bags so I figured I'd save myself the hassle, haha." You awkwardly giggled as you felt yourself caving under pressure.
"You still haven't told me where this place is Y/N." The look in his eyes were like daggers.
"Fine... me and some friends went to the Stray Kids concert tonight." you cracked.
"Oh! How fun! but it's" He checks his Apple watch. "3:47 am Y/N, in all my years of doing concerts I've never known them to end that late." He said sarcastically.
"Well...um." You stuttered and he rolled his eyes.
"Spit it out Y/N"
"Chan saw us in the crowd and remembered me from when you introduced us and he invited us out for drinks and food-"
"Ooooh drinks AND food, well damn you have had a full night huh?" The sarcasm was very evident.
"Hongjoong don't be like that."
"Like what? I just thought you said that you didn't need to see any other group besides Ateez since we are the best. Yet here you are."
"My friend bought the tickets." you sigh.
"And what did you do while you were out for food and drinks until 3 am." His eyes narrowed.
You stood there in silence choosing not to answer and avoid all eye contact.
"Come here Y/N." he stood up.
You walked over to him slowly then stood in front of him.
"Get on your knees." You stood there now listening for a moment. "Now!" You chose not to prolong it since he was already clearly mad, you got down and kneeled on both your knees on the cold hardwood floor, luckily you had on knee highs so it wasn't too bad. Hongjoong got closer to you and stood above you as he looked down on you with his arms folded you looked at him with pleading eyes hoping he would take a little mercy on you. "Get to it Y/N." you knew you were royally fucked. Though you two were only "friends" you and Hongjoong had a few established understandings, one of them being that you couldn't enjoy any other group except Ateez or he could punish you in any way he saw fit. At first, it was things like pinches or forehead flicks but then the punishments started to become things like standing in front of him with your clothes off or letting him edge you for hours on end. You weren't complaining, sometimes you would purposely get caught with another group's albums or merch so that he could punish you.
You started to undo his pants and zipper while trying to maintain eye contact, you pulled his hands down then his briefs to reveal his half-hardened dick.
"I'm sorry Jongie." you said still trying to get out of the punishment, he grabbed the base of his dick and the back of your head and shoved his cock down your throat causing you to gasp audibly, he held his dick there as it pulsed in your mouth.
"I don't want to fucking hear it." He had no remorse for you as he started to fuck your throat, you could feel his dick getting harder and harder as it became harder to breathe from your mouth the deeper he would go. "You shouldn't have done it if you were going to be sorry, now you have to pay the price." He lectured you as you continued to gag on his length while his hips never stopped, his thighs hit your chin, that's just how deep he was going.
"I won't do it again." was muffled from your very occupied mouth and it just irritated him more, he sped up the pace he was going, your throat was already sore from the screaming but him fucking it made it worse, the sting from your punishment was exhilarating.
He kept his grip on your hair with one hand then moved his other hand to your nose as he clamped it closed, cutting off your only airway left to use. "You promise you won't do it again?" he asked. You gagged more as you started to choke from your lack of air, he didn't care, he kept moving his hips to fuck his dick in and out of your throbbing throat. You nodded to his question and he released your nose, you thought you were in the clear until he cocked his hand back a bit and delivered a smack on your cheek, you whimpered around his cock and he returned his fingers to your nose to pinch it closed again. "I can't hear you." he said in a mocking tone. You muffled out a yes that was barely understandable as mascara tears started to run down your face, he released your nose once again and you started to take large breaths through it, he once again smacked your sensitive cheek, the sting was amazing.
"I said do you fucking promise?" He said as he pulled his dick from your mouth and looked down at you with a slightly scary face while he angled your head up to make sure you two made eye contact.
"Yes, I promise." You cried out, and he smiled.
"Good job, stick your tongue out." You opened your mouth wide then stuck your tongue out, he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue and stroked himself a few times before the hot ropes of his cum started to cover your tongue. "Now swallow all of it." You closed your mouth and swallowed every drop of his cum, even licking your lip gloss-covered lips to get the remaining off, you showed him your tongue to get his stamp of approval. "Strip and go to the bedroom, but crawl since you like to bark for other men like a horny little bitch in heat."
"Yes sir." You nodded then reached for your shirt to pull it off while he watched you slowly get naked to tease him, you stood there naked before getting on your hands and knees and crawling down the hall to your bedroom, Hongjoong watched you as he followed behind you, his eyes watching you made you wetter. Your slick spread all over your core and thighs, watching was making Hongjoong eager to drill you, once you reached the bed you sat on your knees waiting on his next command.
"On the bed dog." he commanded, you got on top of the bed, sitting on your knees once again. "Lay on your back with your knees up." you laid back and bent your knees, Hongjoong removed the remainder of his clothes but walked over to the nightstand to get something out of the top drawer, before you could look over to see what he had he climbed on top on you and positioned himself between your legs, he ripped open a condom and you whined. "Shut up, cheater sluts like you don't get to get fucked raw." He didn't waste time and lined his tip up with your sex and put it in. You moaned as he pushed deeper into you, he held the back of your legs and you could feel him holding something hard as he kept a consistent pace inside of you.
"It feels so good Joongie." you moaned.
"Wanna feel even better baby?" He asked with a devious smirk on his face, though you didn't trust him you still nodded your head and closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling, you suddenly heard a loud buzzing sound and as soon as your eyes fluttered back open you saw Hongjoong was placing your vibrating egg right on your clit. By reflex your legs tried to snap closed and you yelped Hongjoong smiled watching you squirm about.
"Fuck, fuck, what, it's too much-" you yelled, he started to go faster while drawing circles on your clit with the egg and biting his bottom lip.
"Aw is that how you were screaming at your little concert?" Curse words and incoherent pleas fell from your lips as he pushed the egg further onto your clit, your head was all the way into the pillow. "What? You can't talk now huh? Spending all that time talking and laughing with them that you're too tired to talk?" He thrust harshly, the tip of his dick hitting your spot hard repeatedly, your fingers began to curl, and you could hear him laughing at you.
"Fuck Joong, Fuck." Was all you could say before your body started to shake, your eyes rolled back as you gripped the sheets hard, your pussy tightened around Hongjoong as liquid erupted out of you, Hongjoong smiled as he looked over the mess he made of you but he needed to push you more, punish you even further. Before you could catch your breath or get cleaned up Hongjoong turned the egg up to full speed and pushed it back onto your clit, you loudly moaned at the sudden fast pace vibrations on your already sensitive nub.
"Please- please, please, please, no more, no more." you pleaded you could hardly catch your breath, especially with his dick still inside you. He started to roll his hips into you until he was full-on fucking you again, you were fucked out and overstimulated as your clit began to ring, you placed one hand on his stomach and he shot daggers at you once again.
"Take your fucking hand away Y/N." He said in a stern and deep voice, you lowered your hand and sat there and took it, the sensation of his dick and the egg was overwhelming but felt amazing. "If you want me to stop, beg for my forgiveness."
"Pleeeease nghhh~ Please I'm so-rry, please, sorry fuck-" You fumbled out, he pressed harder and fucked you deeper by leaning closer, you gripped his back and pulled him closer while your nails dug into him.
"Louder." His thrusting began to get more aggressive as he pounded into you deeply while holding the egg sloppily.
"Please, please, I'm sorry, please forgive me Hongjoong, I'll only look at you forever, fuck everyone else!" You yelled into his ear, and you once again squirted on him and the bed, your tight abused pussy squeezing Hongjoongs dick and this time earning his cum that filled the condom, he cursed as he pulled out and turned the toy off. He rolled and took a seat on the side of the bed to return everything to your night stand then got up to walk to the bathroom to throw the condom away.
You were stuck in your position for a second, as your body came down from your high you slowly started to sit up in the bed. "It's not fair! You know I like it when you fill me up." You could hear the bath faucet turning on before he walked back in.
"Then stop being bad, that's the only time you will get rewards." he leaned over to give you a peck on the cheek before helping you out of bed so he could walk you to the bathroom so you two could take a bath together, he always acts so sweet after being a demon. You went in first to pee then swung the door open when you were done.
"I wasn't being bad, I was going to a free concert... then getting free food and drinks after." You mumbled the last part to not rub salt in his wound.
"Well it wasn't free since you had to pay the price with me." you rolled your eyes, he got in first then you got in after him, the hot water soothed your tense body and burned the new scratches on Hongjoong's back.
"Jeez talking like that like I belong to you Joong."
"You do, you belong to me and only me, so only cheer and look at me... and I guess all of Ateez... but I better be your bias!"
You chuckled at him. "Yes sir"
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Ouija Board (Tate Langdon x Reader)
Summary: You have a sleepover at your new house, and your friend decides to bring out your Ouija board. But, you’re all teenage girls, so the questions are completely unhinged and un-serious. But, the ghost you’re talking to takes full advantage of the situation. It’s a perfect opportunity, he’s been watching for you weeks. You’re living in his room, afterall.
warnings: 2.9k words -- self insert! female receiving. shameless smut. post-death Tate, ghost sex, cunnilingus, handjob, rough sex, unprotected sex, mention of ghosts/death.
Ao3 link here! Full fic below the cut! 18+.
tagged: @zabelcolin @kaismanwich @elsamars @thewolveswithin @marylovesevanpeters @80strashbag @r-3tro @twinkiemaximoff @milkovich-misfit {dm/ask to be added!}
It was the third week in the new house.
It was the first time that you actually felt at home. Somehow, you’d managed to make two friends from school, which was equally as shocking to you as it was to your parents. In previous schools, you’d always been on the outskirts, bored stiff at the idea of socialising. When you’d announced to your dad at dinner that you’d actually braved the choppy shores of friendship, he’d nearly choked on his coffee.
“That’s wonderful! Why don’t you invite them over for dinner tonight?” Your mom asked, setting her mug down on the table. You rocked your foot back and forth, mulling over the idea. Previously, your days off from school had been spent unpacking and checking around corners, listening to the creaking and whining of an old house.
Your mother was delighted with its age, commenting on the Tiffany glass and wood — but you felt things that had rotted underneath the wood. Things that whispered when your back was turned, or lingered in the kitchen when you went for a glass of water in the middle of the night.
“Okay, sure.”
So that night, instead of flicking the light switch off in your bathroom and making a beeline for your bedroom, you sat on the floor with Jessica, Angie, a dish of pizza rolls and three glasses of grape soda.
You swallowed the mouthful, and nodded. “No, I’m serious. This house is weird. The first week I was here, in the kitchen… I saw a blonde lady with a hole in the back of her head.”
Jessica snapped the book she was leafing through, and turned. “I bet she was murdered. Don’t you have an Ouija board?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, pointing towards the bookcase. “Never used it, though.”
“You’re going to. This is much more fun than going to Town Hall and asking for records on previous owners. Sometimes, they don’t include death certificates — which is obviously what everyone is interested in. That’s the good stuff.” It took all of three minutes for Jessica to set it up. In unison, the three of you delicately placed two fingers on the planchette.
“Okay… so, what do we ask?”
You chewed on the inside of your lip, thinking.
“Is there anyone here with us?” You blurted out.
The planchette skidded to life, circling in the middle of the board. You’d seen it happen in movies, but the actual sensation was an unsettling one. YES. You all exchanged looks, searching for any guilty expressions — but it seemed that none of you had opted to play any tricks. The planchette had moved by itself.
“Did you die here?” Angie asked.
YES.
Jessica gasped. “Ooooh, what if it’s a cute ghost boy like in Casper? Can I keep you?”
Completely enrapt with the idea, she turned her attention to the board, and asked, “Is the spirit in this room male?”
YES.
“Well, that rules out Miss Hole in her Head.” You cleared your throat, focusing on the printed letters. “Have you been the one in my room every night?”
“The one in your room every night?!” Jessica hissed, shooting a pointed look at you. You shrugged apologetically. Angie, who was visibly uneasy with the entire idea, almost fell backwards when the spirit answered.
YES.
“Oh my god!?” Jessica hung her head between her arms, laughing. “It’s probably some old grandpa with a shrimp dick, let’s be real here.”
“Bet. I’ll find out. Do you have a big dick, Mr. Ghost?” You asked.
Again, the planchette zipped to YES. Whoever he was, he didn’t hesitate. Cute. The three of you howled, laughing at the ridiculousness of the question. Angie desperately tried to redirect the conversation by asking the ghost what it wanted. The planchette spelled out HER.
Jessica lifted her fingers, and Angie screeched at her to return them. “If you don’t say goodbye, the spirit will have an open invitation to come into you!”
“To come!?” Jessica mocked. “To come into me?! Oh, the horror — don’t come into me! Pull out first, Ghost.”
Angie scowled. “You’re so gross.”
As they bickered, you stared at the planchette. It was still active, despite Angie and Jessica’s attention being pulled away. It quivered back and forth, as though it was shaking nervously.
Once Jessica’s wandering mind had been reigned back in, the three of you managed a few more more questions; some about murder, some about occult, and some about other ghosts in the house. Eventually, the sun disappeared from your window, plunging your room into darkness, and your mother called the three of you down to eat. Your friends stayed for about an hour after dinner, and they’d seemingly forgotten about the Ouija board. You hadn’t, though. You leaned your back against the door, the coldness of the glass piercing through your cotton shirt. Your eyes trailed up the staircase, following the bend of the bannister as it curved to the left. Before you made your way upstairs to ready yourself for bed, you craned your neck down the hall, trying to listen for the whispers.
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You sat upright in your bed, gasping for air. The book clutched in your hand fell to the floor with a thud. You hadn’t even really remembered falling asleep, but the creak of your floorboards had woken you up. You were met with nothing but the silence and glittering darkness of the room while your eyes adjusted. Eventually, the speckles turned into furniture pieces; your dresser, your mirror, your bookcase… everything seemed in order. The clock on your bedside table incessantly blinked 2:34 AM.
Something skidded across the floor, a spinning blur of tan and black. You yelped, throwing yourself up against your headboard. Your room was silent save for that sound of something hard scooting against a flat surface. You took a deep breath, and crept forward gingerly, wincing each time your mattress creaked.
You gripped the edge of your bed frame tightly, knuckles paling. You peered over. In the middle of the floor where you’d been sitting earlier, the Ouija board was laid out. The planchette swept across the board as it had earlier, but this time with no hands to guide it. It zipped across the board aggressively, as though it was trying to get your attention.
“Hello?”
The triangle paused, then slowly drifted to hello.
Dumbfounded, your mouth opened and closed. You were at a loss — because no horror movie had ever given you any idea how to politely hold a conversation with a spirit outside of the traditional setting.
“Um…. can I… help you? Are you here to possess me?”
Stupid. That was stupid.
Watching as the planchette swept across the board, you read the letters allowed.
“L…A…Y…. Lay? Lay. Okay. B…A…C…K? Lay back?” You waited for further confirmation, but the planchette stayed still for a moment.
It started spinning again, quickly spelling out a final instruction. “Close my eyes. Lay back and close my…. eyes.”
You heaved a sigh, and against your better judgement, you did. You shimmied back underneath the covers, pulling them up to your chest, and waited. The seconds were excruciating, and you were sure some horror movie had to have started like this.
The duvet rustled at the bottom of the bed, and all at once, a gust of cold air hit your feet. The mattress gave to the weight of someone, and you yelped at the feeling of clothed shoulders nestling in between your thighs.
A broad hand ghosted across your stomach, fiddling the scalloped edge of your pyjama shorts. It swooped into your inner thigh, then circled down along your knee. Though the actions were soft, you couldn’t help but feel the knot forming in your stomach. Letting out a soft whimper, you bit your lip, clamping down hard. One hand slid up, caressing the curve of your ribs. You writhed. “You’re driving me insane…” you whispered harshly. Had you really been that touch starved?
Lips hovered over your inner thigh, the hot breath washing over the warm skin. A single finger ran along the inside, trailing further and further up. He slowed as he neared you, wordlessly asking for permission.
“Please,” you begged, doing everything you could not to scoot your hips down into him and embarrass yourself any further. “Please…”
He continued. The pad of his finger floated over you, stroking, teasing until the wetness soaked through the threads. The hands disappeared, but only to return to the sides, where they gripped the waistband, tugging them softly off your hips.
You took a deep breath and immediately clamped your hand over your mouth, muffling the shrill whine that tried to escape. Whoever he was, lapped at your cunt like it was a melting ice cream cone, and it didn’t take long for it to start weeping, soaking the green sheets beneath you.
Your chest rose and fell quickly, and your eyelids fluttered, overwhelmed with the sensation. Everything was white and on fire. Your thighs trembled deep within the muscle with every flick of his tongue. Were you really getting eaten out by a ghost? Was that actually happening? You felt silly acknowledging that. His tongue flattened out against your clit and you let out a whine, erasing every other thought. He pressed his face deeper into your wet folds, tongue flicking at the underside of your clit.
“Fffffuck, oh my god.”
You had to know. You swallowed, and tightened your lips into a thin line. You were ready for whatever horrifying visual would meet you. With one final surge of courage, you flipped the covers up, opened your eyes and gazed into the tented darkness. A head of soft, blonde curls bobbed softly between your legs.
“HELLO?!” It wasn’t a greeting, but the boy lifted his head from your cunt. Two dark eyes glimmered at you from beneath the duvet.
“Hey,” he said, chin glistening. “I’m Tate. I used to live here.”
“You’re so…. cute?”
He smiled crookedly, the dimples in his cheek deepening. “Were you expecting Freddy Krueger or something?”
Your head fell back on the pillow like an anvil and a breathy laugh broke your pants. “Yeah, maybe. Jesus Christ…. I don’t know. I’ve never had a ghost between my legs.”
“You liked it. You’re so wet.” He was pleased with himself, you could tell. Reaching one finger up to stroke your opening, he angled his head to watch the way you clenched and squirmed at his touch.
“Was I… were you the one I was talking to with my friends?” He nodded. He shifted his weight, manoeuvring himself up until he was above you, supporting himself with hands on either side of your neck.
“I’ve been watching you since you moved in, Y/N… I didn’t want to scare you away.” He confessed, searching your face. “I’ve wanted you for weeks.”
You were scrambling to keep your thoughts in one manageable bundle. On one hand, this scenario was insane and you were sick to be enjoying it. On the other… sure, he was dead, but he was easily one of the cutest boys you’d ever seen and the way he wanted you was intoxicating. His dark eyes darted from your lips to your eyes, wordlessly asking for permission. You craned your neck up to meet him, pressing into his plush, pink lips.
You’d never been one of those boy crazy teenagers, but you understood the cathartic release that sex brought. It was carnal and natural. You’d only ever slept with one other person, so the hunger was never sated, and you were left quietly fingering yourself after your parents fell asleep. Every time you’d had the chance to have made out with someone though, you tasted them. Deeply. Kissing someone released their scent, the one that only intimate partners got. And none of them had ever been as heady and addictive as Tate was. You tilted your head to get further into his waiting mouth, swirling your tongue with his. You whimpered, sending a moan down his throat.
You reached under, sliding your hands down his stomach. The tiniest trail of hair guided you to the waistband of his jeans, where you made quick work of the buttons. Breaking the kiss only to help with scooting his jeans over the curve of his ass, Tate quickly returned his lips against yours, his tongue moving past your lips eagerly.
Although you were going in blind, it wasn’t difficult to find his cock. Not only did it take up most of the space between you two, but it was hot to the touch, the heat radiating from beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. You pressed your hand against him, getting an idea for the length.
“Huh. So, you weren’t lying about that.” Tate’s hips ground against your palm in response. You reached up, flipping the elastic down so you could slip your hand in, dragging your fingers along the soft tip. Your palm was immediately slick with his precum; the thick fluid coated the soft skin. You used your thumb to smear some of it to the underside of the head, teasing at the ridges. He groaned, burying his face into your neck.
“I didn’t lie about anything you asked me.”
You began stroking him underneath the sheets in slow, full movements and Tate’s breathing hitched, hips bucking forward involuntarily. You sped up, feeling warm droplets dribble onto your exposed tummy. Your thumb pressed into the squishy flesh of his head, not expecting the reaction that followed.
“Mm-uh—please. Please, I want you. Please.” He was begging, whining, and his big brown eyes were filled with a pathetic yearning that made your walls soak even further.
“So do it.”
He wasted no time in completing your demand. He sat up, the covers falling off his back.Tate gripped himself, giving his cock a few pumps before he lined himself up, pressing his hot, leaking tip into your entrance. Snatching the opportunity from him, you bucked your hips up to his, forcing his cock inside. You clenched around him hungrily and Tate let out a throaty whine as he pushed the remaining length into you.
He started out slow, taking his time as he slid in and out of you, but the slick pull of your walls each time he slid out unravelled his concentration. Each thrust seemed a little more desperate than the last, his balls slapping against you, splashing the mixture of his spit and your cum against your inner thighs. Bottoming out inside of you, he arched his neck backwards, letting it hang heavy. “Are you a virgin?”
“Wha — no.” You breathed, adjusting your head on the pillow to look at him. Odd question to ask in the middle of the deed. “Why?”
Tate swallowed, and between pants, said, “Because…. you’re so wet.” He dropped forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His cock was still inside, the girth hitting you at a new angle, and the fullness made your stomach clench.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, okay? Tell me if I’m hurting you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
You nodded fervidly, and slithered your hands underneath his sweat-soaked shirt until it gathered. Tate lifted his arms, and allowed you to slip the shirt over them. You tossed it towards the edge of the bed, and raked your nails along his naked chest.
“Please.” It was your turn to beg. Tate backed his hips out, pulling himself from your warmth. “I want it.”
He dropped back down to his hands, getting a tight grip on the mattress behind you. His lips met yours again, hungrily. It provided only a momentary distraction, because the second that Tate started pounding into you, you could focus on nothing else — except suppressing your aroused screams. He scooted closer to you on the bed, angling himself to get deeper.
He was hitting every spot he could, and your breaths quickened as he fucked you closer to the edge. You bit down on your lip, squeezing your eyes shut. He had just started, and you were already about to lose it.
“Are you gonna’ cum? Huh?” Tate asked, now struggling to keep his rhythm. If you were close, he seemed to be closer — and you didn’t feel so bad. Tate reached down, pulling himself out to slide the tip of his cock over your clit a few times before stuffing it back in. Your lips parted in a soundless scream as you felt the unmistakable warmth filling you, the quivering in your legs, and the desperate, spasming arch of your back.
“Fuck, fuck,” Tate chanted, feeling your orgasm as it gripped him in a wet, pulsing chokehold. “Fuck!”
As he spilled into you, Tate fell atop of your body, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours. His hips were on autopilot, erratically bucking with each gush. You winced, on the verge of overstimulation. Gradually, his thrusts slowed.
He flopped over on the side of you, one hand stroking the outside of your thigh delicately. He was gazing at you dreamily when you turned to face him.
“So, do I have to bring out the Ouija board each time I want to see you?”
Tate propped his head up on his hand. “You want to see me again?”
You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, a taunting smile curling around your swollen lips. “Uhhh… yeah.”
“I can be here every night if you want.” He purred.
“Haven’t you been anyway? Or did you lie about that?”
Tate’s brows pulled upwards, looking hurt. “I told you — I didn’t lie about anything! I’d never lie to you!”
“Okay, shh —“ You silenced him with your lips. “I’ll be right back. I have to pee.”
For the first time since you’d moved in, you weren’t afraid of ghosts as you walked to the bathroom. You were just afraid that the one in your bedroom would be gone when you got back.
He wasn’t, though.
#Tate Langdon#American Horror Story#ahs murder house#tate langdon smut#ahs smut#tate langdon x reader#tate langdon x yn#myfics#fanfiction#ahs fanfiction
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pairing: jj maybank x reader
word count: 2.5k
summary: what happens when jj maybank develops a crush on the class valedictorian?
a/n: i haven’t written for jj in soo long so here’s this opposites attract oneshot for y’all. set before sarah and john b get together, it’s the pogue’s senior year of high school. lmk if you want more of this dynamic!
"You have a crush on Y/N? She's like the complete opposite of you..." Pope was saying to his best friend JJ.
"Dude, I know. But maybe that's why I like her so much." Maybank replied.
"What do you guys even have in common?"
"Uhhh... well. She likes to read and I- I can read. I just choose not to."
"We're off to a great start here," Pope said sarcastically, "What else?"
JJ thought for a second. "Oh! Her favorite color is green! I like green."
"Whose favorite color is green?" Kiara asked as she and John B. joined the rest of the Pogues at the lunch table.
"This girl JJ has a crush on," Pope explained.
"Ooooh, JJ has a crush? Who is it?" John B. nudged JJ's arm.
"I'm not telling you guys. You're gonna make fun of me," JJ refused.
"Oh, come on! Pope knows!" Kiara reasoned.
"Yeah, no keeping secrets from each other," John B. reminded them.
JJ sighed, "Fine. But only if y'all promise not to laugh or anything."
"Yeah, whatever, just tell us," Kie was dying to know.
"It's Y/N," JJ announced.
Silence. Then, all at once...
"Wait a minute..." from Kie.
"Y/N Y/L/N?" from John B.
and "That's what I'm saying!" from Pope.
"Guys, come on. You said you would be chill about it," JJ was starting to regret sharing his secret.
"Sorry, it's just... isn't she... like smart and responsible and stuff?" John B was saying.
"Literally... the opposite of you, JJ. No offense," Kiara added.
"None taken. But yeah, she is all those things, John B. That's why I like her. I think she would be good for me. Plus she's pretty," JJ replied.
"And you think you can pull her?" John B. asked.
"Come on, who can resist my charm?" JJ said, smiling.
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For the past week, JJ had been working on a plan to get Y/N's attention. Which was hard considering the two ran in different circles and shared no classes.
So it must have been fate when JJ ran into her in the main office the following Monday. He was no stranger to the receptionist sitting at the desk, used to running late or being called into the principal's office for skipping class. It was for this reason that he almost missed the girl he had been dreaming about all week who happened to rush in right after him.
JJ wondered why a perfect straight-A student like her would be here, but the sounds of her trying to catch her breath and her frantic state answered his question. Little miss perfect was late, just like him.
He couldn't help but smile to himself, finally, they had something in common. Something he could work with.
But before he could turn around to spark up a conversation, the receptionist called him forward. "JJ, how many times has it been this month?"
"Uhhh.. I lost track after the fifth time," JJ shrugged.
"You know I'm only asking because I want to see you graduate, the disciplinary committee is not going to be as nice," she said.
"I know, I know miss. I'll be better next month."
"How about starting tomorrow? You're all set."
JJ turned around, trying to come up with an excuse to hang around the office, but he knew that he was already pushing his limits.
On his way out, he grinned at Y/N. “Fancy seeing you here,” and left before she could respond.
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"Dude, you said what to her?" Pope asked, incredulous. It seemed like every conversation JJ had with his best friend these days elicited disbelief.
"Come on! That line is a classic, works every time."
"Name one time," Pope challenged him.
"Uhh that one time with Stacy, or Sasha, I forget what her name was."
"Yeah, great example."
"What's wrong with that line anyway?"
"It's less what's wrong with the line itself and more the situation in which you said it. You probably embarrassed her," Pope said matter-of-factly, chewing on his apple.
"What? How's that embarrassing? I'm clearly hitting on her."
"Because, she was late and probably already stressed out. Y/N is never late, and you just pointed out the obvious to her."
"Shit. I didn't think about it like that," JJ admitted.
"Think about what like what?" Kiara asked, coming over to their unspoken designated lunch room table with John B. JJ was starting to get deja vu.
"JJ saw Y/N this morning," Pope started to explain. "They were both late and checking in at the main office and on the way out he said, 'Fancy seeing you here.'"
Both Kiara and John B. winced. "Why would you say that man?" the latter asked.
JJ groaned. "I wasn't thinking okay! I didn't mean to embarrass or upset her or anything. You think she's mad at me?"
"I mean, you guys barely know each other. There's a chance she might have forgotten already," Kiara tried to reason.
"Somehow that's even worse," JJ said.
"It's alright, buddy. Better luck next time," JB tried to comfort him.
"If there even is a next time," JJ grumbled.
With his luck, there was a next time. This time JJ was in Y/N's territory.
When his teacher asked for a volunteer to run to Ms. Scheer's classroom, JJ's hand immediately shot up. He didn't care what the errand was, all that mattered was that Y/N would be in that room. He knew as much from watching her intently, but from a safe distance in the hallways.
He seemed to catch her attention the second he walked in. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Once again, he was wishing that the circumstances were more ideal. His usual charm seem to dissipate in the presence of teachers.
After handing Ms. Scheer the construction paper she needed, JJ turned to look at Y/N, settling for a wave this time.
To his relief, she softly smiled back at him. He rushed out of the classroom and quickly pulled out his phone to text the groupchat.
JJ himself could not believe it, that someone as beautiful, smart, and amazing as Y/N noticed him. That line has yet to fail me, he thought to himself.
Since it was the end of senior year, there was word of quite a few parties happening that weekend. However, JJ only cared about one. And that was whatever one Y/N decided to grace her presence with.
In order to find out this information, JJ employed Kie to ask around in her circle of kook friends if anyone happened to know where his recent infatuation would be.
It just so happened that John B. was also crushing on a certain kook during this time as well, Sarah Cameron. The two boys hoped that their respective crushes would be at the same place Friday night and waited anxiously by their phones the entire day for a text from Kie.
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Still, JJ found himself looking in the mirror for longer than usual getting ready for Sarah's party. Even just the chance of seeing Y/N there was enough for him to go. Plus, John B needed a wing man because he knew Pope and Kie would just spend the whole time there together.
After taking one last look at his outfit: gray muscle tee, shorts, and his signature baseball cap, he headed out the front door and into Kiara's Jeep.
As they pulled up to the Tanny Hill mansion, JJ started to get a little nervous. Or excited. He wasn't sure which, the nerves and butterflies inside his stomach seemed to be dancing the tango.
Of course he had been to kook parties before, the kooks vs pogues thing had mostly died down by the time they got to high school, but he couldn't help but feel out of place amongst the drunk rich kids of Kildare.
"Are you coming or not?" Kiara asked, already out of her car.
She quickly rushed to meet up with Sarah and some other girls, Pope tagging along as JJ and John B. looked around in search of some liquid courage.
Kie had agreed to put in a good word for John B. after he practically begged her, so all he had to do was sit back and wait. However, JJ would have to be on edge for the next few hours, unsure if Y/N was going to show up or not.
"Dude, you should still have fun, regardless if she shows or not. It's our senior year!" Pope said to him later in the night, seeming more buzzed than usual. That's when JJ realized how sober he was, he was so anxious about Y/N's presence or lack of, that he was only on his second bottle of beer.
He pulled out his phone to check the time, not expecting to see 5 texts from Kiara.
Realizing that the last text was from one minute ago, he left the group of boys he was standing with and ran inside the mansion, making a beeline toward the kitchen.
He slowed down once he was close enough to hear Y/N's voice talking to Kie.
It's now or never, he thought. Entering the kitchen, his eyes immediately caught Y/N's and he swore he saw them light up. Noticing Y/N’s change in expression, Kiara turned around.
"Ah! Just the guy I was looking for!" she said.
"Uh, hey. What's up?" JJ said, trying his best to seem nonchalant.
"Y/N, this is JJ, the guy I was just telling you about."
"Oh, hey! I think I've seen you around," Y/N said, smiling at JJ. His heart melted. Was this real life?
"Kiara, Y/N and I go way back. Remember we were both late that one day?" JJ hoped that he wasn't bringing up a sensitive topic, Pope's words echoing in his mind.
"Oh my god, yeah! That was you!" Y/N responded.
He let out a sigh of relief, "Yeah, I hope I didn't catch you off guard or anything."
"Oh, no worries, it wasn't the first time I've been late."
"Good, I don't know why I thought I made you upset or something," JJ said, scratching his head.
"Why would you think that?"
"My friends, Pope and John B. They said that what I said was stupid and I could've embarrassed you."
"You told your friends about our 30-second interaction?" JJ could see her lips pulling into a smirk and his heart started to race. It was at this point that Kiara slowly began to back up, giving him a thumbs up and a grin when she was out of Y/N's eyesight.
"Well, I only tell them about the pretty girls."
"And how many have you told them about lately?" JJ knew what game she was playing and gladly played along.
"Just the one," he grinned.
"Good, I told my friends about you too," she admitted.
"Y-you did?"
"Yeah, I mean I didn't think much of the day in the office honestly, but after you came into Ms. Scheer's and waved at me, I felt like there was something more going on."
"Well, you would be right."
"I usually am," she said, shrugging.
"What else did you tell your friends?"
"Hmmmm..." she pretended to think, tapping your index finger to her chin. "I told them that there was this super cute guy stalking me and asking around about what party I was going to."
The boy could feel his face growing hot, unsure if it was from her calling him cute or the fact that she knew he was asking about her.
"Aww, no reason to be embarrassed. Guys ask about me all the time," she said.
JJ balked, unsure how to respond to Y/N's candor. She was entirely different from how he imagined her, even better somehow.
"I'm kidding," she laughed. "The truth is most guys are too intimidated by me to even try anymore."
"What? Really?" Sure, Y/N could be perceived as intimidating because of all her accomplishments and positions, but for JJ, that just made her more attractive. He wasn't sure how any single guy on the island could refrain from being pulled in by Y/N's magnetic pull.
"Yeah," she took another sip out of her red solo cup. "But it's whatever, half of the guys on this island are assholes."
"Cheers to that?" he lifted up his half-drunken beer to her cup.
"Haha, cheers to that Maybank," she smiled, downing the rest of her drink. "Wanna get out of here?"
"I was wondering when you were going to say that," he grinned, following her to the backyard.
She led him past the pool where people were throwing each other in, careful to avoid getting splashed, to the edge of the premises where a rock wall surrounded the lawn.
Y/N easily climbed up, taking a seat at the top, JJ following suit.
"I've never been up here before," he said.
"It's kinda like my hiding spot, consider yourself lucky I’m showing it to you."
"Oh, trust me, I do."
"Stop," she gently pushed JJ away. "You cannot possibly like me that much." Though she said it in a joking manner, he could tell that a part of her meant it.
"Oh yeah? Try me," JJ said, desperate to prove himself.
"Okay, name 5 things you like about me. Non-physical things."
"Easy. You're smart. You're ambitious. I like it when you get competitive like at Pep Rally and football games, and I like your sense of humor. Also, your smile."
"Hey! I said non-physical things."
"Yeah, but you don't just smile for anyone. That's what I like about you. Every time you smile, it feels special. Like you meant it for that one person only."
Y/N was blushing now, "You're kidding me."
"Nope, I'm being 100% serious right now. Look, Y/N, in case you haven't noticed, I really, really like you, and even though I just named five things about you, I want to get to know you more." JJ reached out to grab Y/N's hands.
"JJ, you're shaking."
"Shit. Sorry, I just get a little bit nervous around you. I'm usually not like this." Y/N had him acting like he had never done this before, and though he had been with plenty of girls, he had never felt this strongly about them before.
"It's okay," she smiled. JJ thought he would never get sick of seeing that. "I like you too."
"Really?"
"No, I just smile at everyone like this," she laughed.
"So what do you say? You and me on a proper date?"
"Hmmm, where would you take me?"
"Anywhere you want, as long as it's not on school grounds or a fundraiser."
"JJ!" she playfully swatted at him, unable to control her grinning from ear to ear. In the process, JJ was finally able to grasp on her hand and pulled her closer to him.
"Still need verbal confirmation, pretty girl. Do we have a deal?"
"Deal," she whispered, close enough to JJ that only he could hear.
#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj x reader#jj maybank imagine#obx#outer banks#obx x reader#obx imagine#rudy pankow#rudy pankow x reader#jj maybank x you
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In which Pavitr has to stay in Miles' house for a bit.
Miles answers the phone after letting it ring for a bit, as his ringtone is his favourite song.
He looks confused when he sees the caller's ID, it was his friend, "Hello?"
"Hey, Miles!" Pavitr says, his voice a bit shaky, "I— uhm, I'm sorry for calling at this hour. This watch thing accidentally sent me to what I suspect is your dimension, can I stay at your house until I can find a way to fix it? I mean, it's fine if you don't—"
Miles interrupts him before he can say that he's sorry, as it isn't his fault. "It's fine, do you know where you are? Wait— are you wearing your suit?"
"No and yes." Great.
Miles found Pavitr after looking for him during at least an hour, he was in an alleyway with his suit on.
"Here, change." He says as he hands Pav some clothes. As he starts undressing, Miles quickly rectifies himself, "No!! Like, put it above the suit!"
"Ooooh, right." The other says while putting the shirt of his suit back on, he only had to get off his pants to put on Miles' ones more easily.
"Thanks, Miles. I literally don't know what I'd do without you." Pavitr says, looking at his friend. But Miles is too busy looking at those beautiful eyes of his, so he doesn't reply.
"Okay, remember. They're Ms. Morales and Mr. Davis. You're my highschool friend and you want to study photography."
"It's the tenth time, I understand." Pavitr groans, getting tired of his friend. Then, they arrive at his door, knocking on it.
His dad opens, looking quite surprised to see Miles with someone who isn't either Ganke or Gwen.
"Hi Mr. Davis!" Pavitr says with a smile. "My name is Pavitr, I'm Miles friend from school."
Then something clicks inside of Jeff's brain. It was the kid with the weird name that his son mentioned sometimes as a crush, never specifying the gender. He looks at his son with a 'this him?' face, and he nods eagerly.
"Hey, come on in." He finally says, letting the two teenagers inside the house.
Miles is incredibly ashamed right now as his parents keep asking his poor friends questions.
"And what do you want to study?" His mom asks, she's been the one bombing his crush with questions.
"I want to do photography!"
"Alright mom, we'll be in uh... my room!" Miles says, grabbing Pavitr's hand and dragging him into his room. "Dude, I'm so, so sorry that they were like that— They always do thi—"
"It was fun." Pav admits with a smile, "Your parents are really cool, worrying about you like that."
Miles thinks his heart skipped a beat in that moment.
#chaiflower#miles morales#pavitr prabhakar#pavitr x miles#spiderman atsv#atsv#across the spiderverse
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Eddie has a standing appointment where he goes to bridge club with his ‘ladies’. The 75+ year olds from Hawkins. He learned how to play from his granny and Wayne and he misses it. He didn’t have hellfire when he first moved to hawkins so Wayne encouraged him to join, actually went with him in the beginning but eventually work just couldn’t give him the time off.
So this is how Eddie Munson is adopted by a group of old ladies who knit and crotchet him black gloves, hats and scarves. They send him home with enough food to feed an army. He’s tried to stop them but they wouldn’t have it. Says that he pays them back by ‘keeping them young’. It’s actually because every one of them, including Eddie, is a gossip and Eddie keeps them up to date on all the drama he can get his hands on.
The ladies prod at him when he turns up one day with a dopey smile and gooey eyes. They’ve not seen this look in a long time so they know something is up. And that something is a Big. Fat. Crush. After a series of careful questions, one of the ladies, ‘big Sue’ just outright asks ‘alright honey enough pussyfooting, WHO has our boy goofier than a Disney cartoon?’ She’s met with a short burst of protests from the rest of the group before they all just stare at Eddie with expectation.
Eddie blushes hard enough to boil an egg. They’ve been through his crushes before, they know what he likes, who he likes. Actually talked him through it. One of them, Emmie, told him ‘boy you didn’t invent being gay! Give me some credit here!’ So he sighs and he mumbles ‘..ve..ington’
‘Honey we are OLD you got to speak UP’
‘I hate you guys. Fine! Steve harrington! Okay? Steve harrington and his stupid hair and his stupid smile and his stupid face!’
The room erupts with shouts, all making fun ‘ooooh Eddie harrington has a ring to it!’
‘Ali he doesn’t have to take the boys name! Munson sounds better anyway’
‘girls who is giving Eddie away at the altar? I can’t walk that far with my hip’
Eddie sits there, pulling his hair in front of his face but laughing so hard he can’t breathe. Bridge club was only ever an excuse, these are friends for life.
#hi how are we all#yes I made a post about Steve being adopted by knitting ladies#so Eddie deserves his own group#what they don’t know is that the groups intersect and are planning how to get these boys together#stranger things#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington
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You can not tell me Wally won’t be a real bro for his friends if he found out reader has a crush on a certain someone.
Like Wally catch reader staring at someone for a long time with a soft smile on their face and Wally like “you like them don’t you”
And right there Wally turning into reader’s and his friend’s wing man
“Hey that friend there , they love home baked goods”
“Oh yeah random fact reader loves this color “
Wally just trying to play matchmaker
Ooooh, anon! This idea!! So very!! I like wingman Wally very much... I hadn't even thought of this!! Just one of the perks of doing these requests, you get so many fan interpretations and headcanons and whatnot... here's your headcanons anon!! Enjoy!!
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Welcome Home x Reader + Wingman/Matchmaker Wally Headcanons🏠☀️🛼🦴🍪🐛📨🦋🍎
Sally☀️
Wally suggesting you be cast as the lead in her plays
Trying to subconsciously convince her to do a romantic play
Setting you up on a stargazing date
Suggesting you write poetry for her
"Hey Sally I think y/n would love to hear you recite what you've been working on"
One day while you three were all outside a sudden burst of rain came down and Wally kinda ran off (he hates getting wet) but he noticed you and Sally still having fun while he was cowering under a tree or something
Julie🛼
Playing games together
Drawing with sidewalk chalk
Wally inviting you both over for a sleepover and rushing off to go do things like make popcorn to leave you alone
Probably brushing each others' hair at said sleepover
"I bet y/n can't beat you in this game"
Barnaby🦴
"Y/n likes x hotdog toppings, don't you, y/n?"
"Y/n's favorite kind of joke is x type. You should tell them some of those!"
Lounging around together
Falling asleep in a nice warm pile
Waking up and wondering where Wally went
Oh well... sleeping with Barnaby is cozy and now you have him all to yourself
Poppy🍪
Baking together
Wally telling her how brave you are
"Y/n's favorite type of baked good is x, why don't we make them some?"
Making cookies in cute shapes
Poppy getting anxious about something and Wally suggesting she ask you for advice
Howdy🐛
Hanging out with Wally and he suddenly remembers he's out of something, so he asks to visit the bugdega
Wally asking you to pick something up for him at the bugdega
Howdy mentioning it getting tough to work all day by himself so Wally suggests he ask you for help next time you come in
Eddie📨
Wally sending you mail so Eddie has an excuse to go to your house
Eddie eventually recognizing your handwriting and stamps
"Why don't you write a letter to Eddie"
"Oh, you said you've been to x place, haven't you? Y/n has been there too"
Doing crafts together and Wally purposefully holding back his art skills so Eddie will like yours
Frank🦋
Wally suggesting the same books to you both
"Y/n's favorite bug is x"
Lowkey trying to be annoying so he'll think you're better to hang out with (this may or may not work)
"Y/n had a question about this... why don't you meet them to discuss it?"
Looking at the buggies together (Wally would probably disappear like the Barnaby hcs)
Wally🍎
He'd be the last one to notice you having a crush on him
Thinking you need someone nice to be with and trying out each possibility in his head
Really wondering why no one seems to be a good match (everyone else can see the obvious crush you have)
Eventually you'd tell him or he'd figure it out and be like
"...Oohhhhhhhhh. I like you too y/n!"
Those are the headcanons I came up with! Hope you like them anon, thanks for requesting them!! They were fun to do!! I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!
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omgg think abt kyle x gn!reader where Kyle's picking up the rest of the main 4(+ reader) for a party and Stan goes for shotgun but Kyle stops him like "front seat is for my bae and my bae only" obviously he doesn't say that but something along those lines I js find it funny tehe
⟢ passenger princess.
➜ in which ! kyle has no room for arguments about his seating arrangements.
💌 ﹫kyle broflovski ft. main 4.
✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.
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short little tang but... being a passenger princess >>>> i myself am i passenger princess and i stand proud. ish...
"Oh, there he is!" You called out pointing to the car pulling up at the gas station.
You had all decided to meet at the gas station since the trip to the party was, unfortunately, an hour-long ride so you stocked up on snacks and game to have at least a somewhat fun time.
And Kyle being the saint and amazing boyfriend he is, said he would drive you. Which meant he also had to drive the guys. Bless his soul.
Cartman groaned, stretching out with a grin as he walked over to the passenger seat. "Finally you fucking got here. I thought that you up and died... not that I would mind."
"Get in the trunk fat ass, you're not sitting in the front and you're definitely not sitting in the back." Kyle shooed him pointing to the trunk that was opening.
Stan nodded hopping into the passenger seat. "Yeah Cartman, learn your place."
Kyle shook his head, shoving Stan out of the seat as the poor guy fell onto the concrete. "Yeah, learn your place."
"WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?"
You giggled pushing Kenny out of the way. "Ooooh, sucks to suck."
"WHY DO THEY GET TO SIT THERE AND NOT ME?"
"There are a lot of reasons actually." Kyle mocked with a smirk as you hopped into the seat already setting up your area.
"I always sit in the front though!" Kenny retorted trying to pull you out of your seat as you tried kicking him away.
"Uh, we'll let's see." Kyle started raising his hand to count off the reasons, "They're my partner, they have better music taste, they're my partner, they don't smell like drugs or alcohol, they're my partner, and because I don't like you guys. How about that?"
"You are so fucking whipped it's disgusting. You disgust me, Kyle." Stan muttered hopping into the back seat with Kenny.
"No literally, see if that was me. I'd like my best friends take shotgun."
"Well darn, whatever will I do now that I am in love with my partner?" He questioned as Stan kicked his seat roughly.
"Just fucking drive."
"You comfortable back there Cartman?" Kenny questioned as you all turned around to see Cartman laying there comfortably already on his phone.
"He's such a fucking child." You murmured turning back around and sorting through your playlists to find some pre-party bangers.
"AYE- I HEARD THAT!"
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Hi! I didn't really know where else to ask this on the internet and I don't have any friends inside my personal circle that also write fsnfiction that I could approach so I decided to place my bets asking here. (Do ignore if this if this doesn't comply with any guidelines that I may have mislooked ^^!)
Do readers know that the author of the fic their reading is having fun? Like, it's one thing to enjoy writing the fic and it's another to enjoy reading a fic but I was always curious if the author's feelings could be felt by the reader, just like an artist does with their work in exhibitions. Like, "ooooh the author knew they cooked here." or some much polite variant of it.
I've always liked writing, but my experience with it so far has only been in journalism and the rules in that area are a lot more rigid :') this had led to be scared of publishing any sort of fanfiction in fear that I have too much fun with it and that it would make it much more tedious and unnecessary for the readers to read through :[
Cheers!
I’ve been thinking about this question all week- it’s a really good question!
I’m not always the best at picking things up but, but as a reader here are some things I do notice in fics!
- I can sometimes notice self-indulgent headcannons and often they’re really fun!
- sometimes I pick up on very specific experiences a character is going through (such as questioning identity or a very specific job situation) and often I guess it to be author projecting. To which I say- same bestie same
- really well written portions of text make me go: woah! The author knew what they were doing!
- crack fics in particular are written to be silly and goofy and you can definitely hear the author having fun with those; similar for other fics too but sometimes it’s covered up by the tone of the fic itself (sad, angsty, ect)
Personally I think you should have as much fun with it as possible and maybe if your worried ask a beta reader to help edit a little once you’ve written it, but really it should be fun-that’s what fandoms for!
I hope this was a decent answer!
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What if dream friends had dialogue in Star Allies?
I suppose it could've been a lot of unnecessary work for HAL to do, but I still think it could be highly fun and imaginative to think about.
How cool would it be if the game's plot actually acknowledged the existence of the dream friends? The things they'd say in-game, etc...
I think it would be especially fun to think about what all the different dream friends might saying during the mage sister fights. Like, y'know, the points of the game where there's dialogue. What they all might say to the mage sisters in response to their words....
... I'm not going to go over what I think every dream friend would say in these moments, but I think I'd like to focus on ones such as Susie, Magolor, Marx, Taranza and Daroach. Why these ones in particular? Because I think they'd probably be the more entertaining ones in what they'd have to say in their dialogue during the mage battles.
How funny would it be that Marx and Magolor just troll the shit out of the mages? How funny would it be that Susie acts condescending when talking to them? How funny would it be that Taranza joke-flirts with them, he doesn't actually mean it as he's just doing it to get them riled up? How funny would it be that Daroach tells them to watch out before he steals from them? This stuff is fanfiction-worthy! Heck, this might be the biggest reason why I might attempt my adaptation of Star Allies into a fanfiction in the future, although I've got many other fics planned beforehand so it'd be a long while.
But still! There could be endless potential when thinking about this.
Let me demonstrate an example. First, let's look at the part where the game first introduces Flamberge, and she's really angry.
"HEY, YOU! Stubby little...pink thing! Yes, YOU! I have a buuuurning question for you! You're the one who was so rude to sweet Francisca, aren't you?! Don't you dare try to deny it!"
"Ohohohohohohoho! We sure put that crazy blue lady in her place! What are you gonna do about it? Throw a temper tantrum? Go so berserk that you lose control and we can easily beat you?"
Wanna guess who said that? Hahahaha... the purple text probably made it obvious. In this interpretation, it's Marx who said that. There's no way he wouldn't just totally mock them and rub it in their faces. At the very least in my interpretation of Marx, it'd be like him to do that.
And by the way, I'm one that actually headcanons Marx becoming friends with the mage sisters post-HiAD because he loves how chaotic they are, and loves that they're willing to join him in doing insane shit (especially Francisca). But during Star Allies when the mages were the enemy? I bet he totally mocked the shit out of them!
Magolor, too. Here's a good example of Magolor having dialogue against one of the mages:
"Bonjam. I am Zan Partizanne, the eldest of the three generals of magic."
"Woah... Zan what? I didn't hear that thoroughly! I think I'll call you Zan Parmesan Cheese, though!"
".... I absolutely HATE that you ended up getting my name more right than a lot of other fools have."
It'd be hilarious to see a lot of dream friends trying to say her name. All the different ways they could say it wrong.
Here's a Taranza example:
"This must be the fiery flames of fate at work! Ooooh yeaaaah! My flames and I are fully stoked now!"
"Golly, you're really hot, good ma'am!" with a trollish look on his face.
"... Excuse me? EXCUSE ME?"
"Hahahahahaha! Am I making you overheat too much, fool?"
I think Taranza deserves to be depicted as silly sometimes.
A Daroach example:
"We wish to assemble the dark Jamba Heart pieces that were scattered across the universe."
"Woah... you want them all? That's a big bummer! What if I want to steal some of them? Maybe I'll still do it out of spite, teehee!"
I hate the limited amount of colors allowed for tumblr posts. To make it clear, for this example, the blue text is Francisca while the red text is Daroach. While, of course, Flamberge was the red text in the examples with Marx and Taranza, while Magolor was the blue text in the example with Zan.
And now, let me demonstrate a couple examples with Susie. I think she'd delightfully fire off on them like the feisty cheeky woman she is.
"I shall now turn this pink ball of nice into a frozen block of ice!"
"No you won't. This 'pink ball of nice' is a force of pure destruction, and you're going to defrost by daring to harm the universe with all of this insolent nonsense. You must be destroyed!"
"... Very well. But I won't go down without a fight, so you best watch out that you all might become ice sculptures this time. I can more than make sure of it!"
"We will more than make sure to obliterate you, just like the rest of your barbaric cult! Let's put her in her place, Pinky!"
Susie example with Zan:
"I did not expect you to survive your visit to Jambastion."
"You thought that would've gotten us? Pfft! We've all been through worse than that. You're going to have to try harder than that if you really want to eliminate us for good."
"Really, you survived worse? Well, that doesn't matter, because your luck has run out."
"No. Your luck has run out. We're going to exterminate all of you like the savages you are!"
This works out well with my interpretation that Susie's Japanese SA pause description containing the words "exterminate the savages!" is referring to the Jambastion cult when they were still the enemy. I headcanon that she's slowly in the process of unpacking baggage, and "savages" is just a thing she calls people she views as enemies.
And uh... to be honest, the cult kind of deserved to be called words like that during Star Allies when they were threatening everything.
I've done a lot of examples of a few dream friends having dialogue during the mage battles. But what about when confronting Hyness?
I think all the dream friends would be horrified at the moments that Hyness knocks Zan out of the way, weaponize all three mage sisters' bodies in his second phase of the fight, and then sacrificing them and himself to Void Termina. It would make them just flabbergasted.
Although I bet Marx would probably laugh at how unhinged he is.
"It seems... we do not have enough energy... to revive our Dark Lord... Must we... allow ourselves... to fall... into oblivion?"
"Yes, you should do that!"
"No."
"Yes."
"NO!"
"YES!"
"No no no no no!"
"Yes yes yes yes yes!"
"*goes on his giant unhinged rant*"
"*laughs hysterically* Look at you go off! It's hilarious!"
Marx is just... lmao.
Sorry that I don't have examples with every dream friend having dialogue in this post. But you get the general idea! Perhaps if you have ideas as to what the other dream friends could say in these moments, feel free to mention them in the notes!
Although I'll leave you here with a King Dedede example, just cuz:
"For what you've done, I'll scorch you to such a degree that... that... even tasty, toasty marshmallows will seem like ice cubes compared to you!"
"You ain't gonna be scorchin' any of us, ya hot fiery slimeball! We'll put you in your place like we did to the blue look-a-like of ya!"
Hahaha... ha... I interpret southern accent Dedede. Sue me.
Thanks for reading the post if you did! Let me know about more ideas of dream friend dialogue you have in the notes. I'd be curious what else you think in this broad, interesting concept.
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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter IX
A/N: Don’t @ me if you can’t actually make a multi-way call on a rotary phone! Reader uses ✨satan magic✨ to make the aesthetic work lol
All chapters here <3
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“Yes!” You exclaimed to yourself when you were handed a package by the Mail Ghoul, smacking a kiss right onto the cheek of his cold metal mask, leaving a glossy lip print that surely had the Ghoul blushing and swaying his tail in excitement. You had online ordered a brand spankin’ new bikini, and it had finally arrived. Thanking the Ghoul and closing the door to your room, you impatiently tore the package open, holding up the scandalously tiny scraps of black fabric.
Smirking kittenishly, you hopped onto your bed, laying on your stomach and dialling a few numbers on your ornate black vintage rotary phone.
“Hello?” Mable answered.
“Please hold!” You chirped, patching in another call.
“Hey girlie, what’s up?” Lilith picked up next.
Soon, you had all your girlfriends on the line, chatting while you kicked your feet back and forth on the bed and twirled the telephone cord around your finger.
“Sooo, the sleepover the other day was really fun.” You started.
“Yeah, I bet it was, with your little plaything there.” Emily laughed. “I can’t tell if you kinda like him or if you’re just leading him on for the fun of it.”
“Ooooh, we should speculate on that! Maybe cast bets?” Ava giggled.
“Did you guys hear that? That was the sound of my eyes rolling.” You smirked, giving nothing away. “Anyway, the reason why I called is because I just got my new bikini in the mail! Anyone fancy a beach day?” You asked excitedly.
A chorus of thrilled squeals came through the telephone, and you had to hold the receiver a little away from your head to keep from getting your eardrum blown out.
“You always have the best ideas!” Ava gushed.
“We should invite Rob! I’ll call him right after this!” Emily decided, and this time you hoped the sound of your eyes rolling wasn’t audible through the phone.
“There’s only one problem…” Mable spoke up. “Who’s gonna drive us? It’s shopping day and some ghouls took two groups of siblings to go into town. So they’re using both cars. She explained.
“I think I can get us a ride.” You smirked.
“Oh don’t you go asking that stupid Cardinal!” Emily pleaded, but you were already dead set on your decision.
“Don’t forget sunscreen!” You grinned mischievously, dropping the phone onto the hook with a click!
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A devilish smirk found its way onto your face when you spotted Copia strolling down the hall towards his office. He wasn’t wearing his biretta today, and you wondered if it was because you told him that you liked his hair at the sleepover. You skipped up to him, startling the man by tapping his shoulder.
“Oh! S-Sorella!” Copia gasped, wide eyes nervously darting all around, finding it difficult to look you in the eyes, especially since the kiss at the sleepover.
You just looked so beautiful; Copia didn’t want to get all hot and bothered, and it felt as though he really didn’t know how to act around you. You kept reeling him in with your sweetness, intoxicating him by lavishing your gentle attention on him, but whenever the poor man would start to get comfortable, you’d do something to keep him on his toes.
At the sleepover, you had called him out twice for having a boner, which, admittedly, the Cardinal felt very ashamed about. You’d called him a pervert and made him feel bad, yet you continued to stay near him and even cuddle with him during the movie. Your words didn’t match your actions. He couldn’t tell if you were calling him ‘Rat’ as a pet name or an insult. You were giving poor Copia mixed signals that he didn’t know how to decipher, and the more the dwelled on it, the more confused he got.
“Hi Cardinal.” You coyly twirled a lock of your hair around your finger. “Um, I have a question?”
“S-si?” He asked, swallowing nervously.
“Do you have a car?” You enquired.
“Eh? W-well ehm, y-yes I do.” The Cardinal answered. “Perché?”
“Well, I know it’s a lot to ask but, could you drive me to the beach?” You pouted, and Copia just couldn’t say no to those big doe eyes as you batted your lashes at him.
“Of course, Sorella.” The timid man nodded.
“Oh, you will? Are you sure??” You asked, and he nodded again, a pitiful little smile creeping onto his face at your excited disbelief.
“Thank youuuu!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him.
Copia’s cheeks burned, his body stiffening, gloved hands shakily daring to rest on your waist.
“You really come in clutch, don’t you, Cardi?” You teased, pulling away just enough to look at the man while your hands smoothed over his chest, toying with the hem of his pellegrina.
Copia averted his gaze with a shy little chuckle, staring down at the floor.
Curling a finger under his chin, you lifted his head to meet your gaze once more, intimidating the poor little mouse by silently studying him for a few moments.
“Come have lunch, then we can go.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him towards the dining hall.
“O-okay..!” He followed you like a pathetic puppy dog, blushing furiously as you held his hand.
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“It was like… so weird.” Lilith remarked.
“So she kissed him?” Rob asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, but only because Emily dared her to.” Ava clarified.
“Yeah but… She, like, straight up made out with him for a minute. With way too much tongue.” Mable winced.
“Well why’d you even dare her to do that in the first place?” Rob asked, crossing his arms. It looked as though he was upset that he wasn’t there to protect you.
“She told me to give her a gross dare so I did!” Emily defended herself with a shrug. “It’s not like I dared her to swallow rat man’s entire tongue for fuck’s sakes! I thought she’d suffer through a quick peck and move on.”
“Okay but get this: afterward, she even asked him if it was his first ever kiss and he said it was! He’s fifty years old! And he’s never been kissed! Let that sink in!” Lilith giggled.
“I believe it! I mean, have you seen the guy?? It’s not like the ladies would be lining up to kiss that.” Rob laughed, leaning back in his chair.
“I know right? It was so weird though because then she was all over him during the movie.” Emily wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Yeah but it was a horror movie, and you know how she gets. When we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre that one time, she was constricting around me like a serpent!” Mable pointed out.
“I think I’d rather get jump-scared all alone rather than have to cuddle with that pathetic old loser.” Emily snorted, causing Rob to laugh.
“Nema to that! He’s such a little creep about it too! I think I even heard her calling him a perv!” Ava added.
Lilith gasped. “Eww! He was probably getting off on it! He probably had a raging bon-”
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You didn’t let go of the Cardinal’s hand until you had pulled him into the chair next to you as you sat at one of the long tables with all of your friends. You caught the tail end of the group’s conversation, and you could tell they’d been gossiping about you and Copia. You wished you’d been there to hear the full thing; you would have paid actual money to see Rob’s reaction when he was told about you sharing a heated kiss with the rat man.
The table went quiet, your friends clearing their throats awkwardly and looking amongst themselves.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. What were you guys talking about?” You mischievously enquired, taking one of the honey brioche buns out of the basket on the table and buttering it.
“Well, nothi-” Ava murmured, averting her gaze but getting interrupted by Rob.
“Oh hey, lover boy!” He greeted the Cardinal condescendingly. “Did you enjoy getting your jollies from that pity-kiss? Must have been some first, huh?” He sneered before turning to you. “Did you wash your mouth out with bleach, afterwards? Or maybe rat-poison?”
Copia’s breath caught in his throat. Poor thing, his face was as red as the raspberry jam on the table. His dichromatic eyes were pitifully wide, mouth hanging open in utter surprise while the humiliated flush on his cheeks spread across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears like wildfire. He was hurt by Rob’s words; it wasn’t like that at all! He wasn’t getting his jollies from you. It wasn’t his fault that his body reacted so strongly to you; he really did feel terrible about it, but he just couldn’t help the effect you had on him.
You let Copia flounder for a bit before having mercy on him, swooping in to save him.
“Be nice, Rob.” You tutted, gently running your fingers through the soft hair at the base of Copia’s neck, as if he was your little pet. “Co-Co’s the one driving us.”
Everyone rolled their eyes, grumbling quietly while the Cardinal‘s wide gaze snapped up to you upon hearing your cute nickname for him.
“Well, do you guys wanna go to the beach or not? Because Cardinal and I can always just go by ourselves.” You offered casually.
“Aw come on, sweetcheeks!” Rob laughed. “I’m sure your little rat can take a joke, right?” He asked, holding his hand out to Copia.
Like a good sport, the Cardinal nodded, reaching to shake hands, but Rob only scoffed and pulled away just before Copia could take his hand.
“Too slow!” He laughed.
Your poor Cardinal meekly folded his hands in his lap while your friends snickered, congratulating Rob on his cruel trick.
“Could you pass me the cherry jam please?” You asked, giving Copia a little nudge.
The blushing man nodded, nervously reaching for one of the jars on the table and sliding it over to you, his eyes repeatedly flicking to you before staring down at his lap once more.
You opened the jar, tsking in disappointment. Strawberry.
Taking a little spoonful, you turned to Copia. “Does this taste like cherry to you, Rat?” You asked, a bit condescendingly, hooking a finger in his collar to pull him closer as you fed it to him.
The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm at his mistake.
“M-m-mi dispiace, Sorella!” He stuttered apologetically, scrambling to get you the correct jar.
“Thank you, Cardinal.” You smiled sweetly at him, dipping your spoon into the tart cherry preserves and holding it up for the man to taste.
With pathetically wide eyes and a quick self conscious glance at your friends, Copia nervously accepted the spoonful, his tongue swiping across his lower lip to catch a drip of the glassy red liquid.
You made a little show out of licking the rest of the sweet cherry nectar off the spoon, and from your peripheral vision you could tell your friends were all staring, unsure of how to react. A wicked little smirk tugging at your lips, not missing the way Copia’s flush deepened as he watched you lave your tongue over the spoon he’d just had in his mouth.
“Mmm so sweet, isn’t it?” You hummed, gazing at your Cardinal while he nervously nodded, stammering out a quiet agreement.
“Well, I’m gonna go get changed and I suggest you all do the same too.” You stood from your seat, placing a hand on Copia’s shoulder. “We’ll meet you out front?”
“S-si, I-I go and, ehm, get the car and- S-si.” He affirmed.
“Don’t forget your swimsuit!” You reminded him in a sing-song voice before slipping off towards your room.
Not wanting to be stuck alone with your friends, Copia awkwardly got up and scurried off to his room.
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You slipped on your brand new bikini, smirking in the mirror at the perfect fit before putting some summer clothes on top. You pulled on your Widow Rat cropped tank top, some black cut off shorts, and your chunky black platform sandals, the ones with the cobweb detailing and the spider ankle clasp. Of course, you had your usual black nail polish on your fingers and toes, and the look couldn’t be complete without your grucifix ankle bracelet.
You grabbed your black beach bag, throwing in your black and white striped towel and coppertone sunblock, snatching your batwing sunglasses on the way out the door and placing them on top of your head.
You strolled to the grand main door of the ministry, meeting your friends who were also all dressed in summer clothes, Rob even holding a black and white beach ball under his arm. You chatted for a while until you heard the sound of keys jingling and clattering to the floor, and you knew your little disaster Cardinal was near.
You turned, seeing the man pathetically fumbling to pick his keys off the ground while balancing a boombox on his shoulder. You grinned endearingly, your eyes sweeping over his form. And he was wearing a different getup for once! You’d only ever seen him in his cassocks, but now he was wearing some sort of burgundy track suit with a t-shirt underneath that said VVLGARI. He had on a different pair of black gloves, ones you suspected he used for casual occasions like this, yet he still wore his dress shoes which looked quite awkward with a sweatsuit.
“Oh, we can listen to music on the beach! Good thinking, Cardinal!” You chirped, and Copia’s nervous expression softened at your excitement. He set the radio down, his painted eyes flicking up and down your body, biting his lower lip at your exposed midriff, arms, and bare legs.
Copia swallowed thickly, trying not to gawk at you like a creep. Smoothing his fingertips over his moustache, he cleared his throat. “I-I- ehm, I like y-your, eh-” He stammered, gesturing to your chest.
“My what? My breasts?” You asked in coquettish confusion.
“N-no! T-that’s not what I-”
“You don’t like my breasts?” You pouted, batting your thick lashes and looking hurt.
The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm; he hadn’t intended to insult you! “No no, I-I do! V-very much!” Goddammit, now he was sounding like a creep! “Er-! I-I mean! T-that is not what I- ..I mean- I wasn’t t-trying to, ehm- W-well, what I was t-trying to say, eh-”
You crossed your arms in amusement, watching him struggle to keep his head above water.
“M-mi dispiace, Sorella, I was t-trying to say that I liked your t-t-t-”
“My what, Rat? My t-t-t-tits?” You teased him further, taking a step closer to the poor, distressed, pitiful man.
“Y-your top, Sorella!” Copia finally got it out, red-faced and out of breath from being so tongue-tied.
“Oh! My top!” You giggled in realization, glancing down at your crop top and the image of the rat on it. “Thank you, Cardinal.” You grinned at him, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. Of course you knew what he’d been trying to say all along. Satan, you had the idea to wear that top because of him, because you knew he’d like it. But there wasn’t a more delicious sight than watching poor flustered Copia strain against his own nervousness.
“What a weirdo…” Emily murmured to your friends, shaking her head disapprovingly while the others exchanged whispers of hushed laughter.
“I, ehm- I will go get la macchina..” Copia fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie for a moment, stealing another timid glance at you before heading outside.
You and your group followed and waited on the front steps of the abbey, basking in the warm sun while he went to get his car. In no time, Copia was pulling up in his white 1969 Buick LeSabre, and you all put your bags and the cooler of drinks in the trunk.
“Slick ride, Rat.” You smirked as you slid in shotgun, pressing up against Copia on the bench seat. Lilith got in next to you, while Mable, Ava, Emily, and Rob squeezed into the back.
“G-Grazie..” He blushed, gloved hands tightening their grip on the wheel as you placed a hand on his thigh, under the guise of steadying yourself to make more room for Lilith.
“You can always sit back here if it gets boring up there.” Rob offered.
“I think it’s pretty tight back there.” You turned him down with a smile.
“You could sit on my lap.” He suggested.
Copia’s worried gaze quickly snapped over to you. He felt selfish and foolish for thinking it, but he really didn’t want you sitting on Rob. Copia knew from first-hand experience what would happen, because when you had sat on his lap in the car, the poor Cardinal got so worked up that he came in his pants!
“Thanks, but I feel perfectly comfortable right here.” You replied, daring to rest your hand on Copia’s thigh once more. The Cardinal exhaled shakily in relief as you put his worries to rest. With a timorous little smile at you, he started the car and your road trip to the beach had begun.
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Driving was smooth and streamlined due to the clear and open road. A comfortable silence had fallen upon you all, so you occupied yourself with gazing dreamily at the Cardinal as he drove.
He was a surprisingly good driver, and seeing the sweet man like this only caused your hot passion to swell for him even more; the way he attentively checked his mirrors, eyes wide and focused on the road, licking his lips every so often. You wished you could lick his lips again. Ever since you kissed Copia at the sleepover, you’d had the most insatiable craving for his delicious lips, inexperienced as they may be. Perhaps you’d make out with him again, this time with the clever excuse of letting him use you to practice kissing. He’d feel so terrible and ashamed of himself; a kind young thing like you piteously having to do charity work for a pathetic 50 year old virgin. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a wicked grin. Oh, how you longed to nip at him and tease him and overwhelm him with your affection.
You sighed softly, biting your lip and studying the man’s delicious profile; his sharp sideburns, thin moustache, the lines on his face. His pointy, rat-like nose caused the corners of your lips to curl into an endearing little smile. Copia always had a pitifulness about him, but it seemed to be accentuated in this moment as he concentrated on driving, his eyes flicking over to you every so often.
You leaned forward to pop open the glovebox, deciding to snoop around to pass the time. Copia watched as you poked around through his things, finally discovering his music stash. You looked over the selection, grinning at the 1960s Italian tunes, an ABBA tape, and- unholy shit, is that-
“No way! Repugnant and Acid Witch??” You held the tapes up ecstatically. You rifled through more of the cassettes, noticing that your sweet little Cardinal’s music taste was actually very heavy.
“I didn’t know you were a metalhead, Rat.” You giggled, reaching over to pinch at his cheek.
The man smiled bashfully, a pink blush causing his freckles to become more prominent.
“You, eh, you like that?” He glanced at you before flicking his eyes back to the road.
“Satanas, do I ever!” You sighed dreamily. “They’re two of my favourites! I’ve literally gotten noise complaints from blaring Acid Witch late at night. And I think I annoyed everyone by replaying that one random ‘yeehaw’ in Voices of the Dead.” You recounted with an amused giggle.
“Ah! Si, si, I always liked that part!” Copia chuckled. He was genuinely relaxed for once, nearly all of his nervousness melting away. He was delighted to discover that you shared his taste in music. Oh, he could feel himself falling even harder for you. And the fact that you were speaking to him like he was a real person meant the world to him. Poor Copia was so used to people brushing him off at best or insulting him at worst, so it was beyond refreshing to have a conversation where someone wasn’t constantly making backhanded jabs at him. He loved the way your eyes lit up as you enthusiastically spoke with him, inching a bit closer to him on the bench seat and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. It felt as though your friends weren’t even there; hell, the whole world faded into the background as he grew more comfortable with you.
For a moment, Copia even dared to think that he kind of felt a little bit cool. He was- what did the young people call it nowadays? Vibrating? Yes, he was vibrating with you!
“I’m surprised you don’t like something a little more melodic. You know, something you can actually fuck to.” Rob chimed in with a sniff. He had attempted to play it off as a joke, but a slight annoyance was detectable in his voice, no doubt from the fact that you and the Cardinal were hitting it off so well.
“On the contrary! The very best love-making happens when death metal is playing.” You smirked.
Copia’s breath hitched in his throat as he did a triple-take at you, his lips parted and cheeks furiously flushed as he gaped at you for a few moments before having to tear his eyes away and stare at the road again.
“I think the Cardinal would like to agree, but he’s a little too inexperienced on the matter.” Rob sneered, causing your friends to erupt into laughter, covering their mouths and playfully swatting at Rob in congratulations for his joke.
Aaaand there it was. Relaxation? Gone. Coolness? Not even in his vocabulary. Thanks to Rob so kindly pointing out his pathetic virginity, Copia was now back to being the ashamed, humiliated loser whom everyone made fun of. He didn’t even look over to see your reaction, too scared to find you stifling giggles.
After a few moments of silence, you twisted the cap off a water bottle to wet your whistle. However, after taking a drink, the small piece of plastic slipped out of your fingers, bouncing and rolling and finally falling somewhere under the seat.
“Satan in Hell…” You grumbled, handing the opened bottle to Lilith next to you.
“Oh- Ehm, do you want me to-” Copia began to offer, but you only shook your head.
“No, just keep driving, I’ll feel around for it.” You replied, bending down and hooking your arm under the seat.
In fact, you were bending down so far that your head was right in Copia’s lap, your cheek pressed against the bulge in his pants. The man’s mismatched eyes were as wide as cherry pies as he stole a panicked glance down at his lap, already feeling himself growing aroused.
You fished around for the cap, huffing in annoyance when you couldn’t feel it. You reached deeper under the seat, burying your face in Copia’s rapidly hardening cock.
The Cardinal prayed to Satan that you wouldn’t be able to feel his growing erection pressing firmly into your face, and he resisted the urge to grind against your cheek, his breaths beginning to quicken as his heart hammered in his chest.
“What are you doing??” Emily asked.
“Ew, it looks like you’re sucking him off.” Lilith laughed, catching Rob’s attention in the backseat.
“I dropped the stupid water bottle cap and I’m trying to feel around for it.” You murmured, voice muffled by the fabric of Copia’s sweatpants, your words sending vibrations of pleasure through him.
Oh, you looked gorgeous like this, so gorgeous with your head buried in his lap, your tresses of hair flowing all around. The man’s cheeks were on fire as he tried to keep himself calm, tried to steady his breathing. The last thing he wanted to do was cream himself, but it was so difficult when he kept picturing you pleasuring him with your sweet mouth.
Just when the Cardinal felt as though he couldn’t take it anymore, your fingertips finally grasped the cap and you sat upright once more.
“Got it!” You held it up triumphantly before screwing it back onto the bottle. You caught Copia’s gaze, smirking kittenishly at him as mischief twinkled in your eyes.
The Cardinal swallowed thickly, attempting to stabilize his trembling hands on the steering wheel. This was only the car ride. How in Satan’s name would he survive the beach?
𖤐 to be continued 𖤐
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Hey!! May I suggest/request some headcanons of what Ken (Ryan Gosling) dating a zookeeper Barbie would include, please? Thank you!!
ooooh, yay, a request for ken, i was honestly worried i wasn’t gonna get any for him !! thank you so much, dear anon, and i really hope you like these headcanons !! <3
✩⡱ headcanons: ken (ryan gosling) x gn!zookeeper barbie!reader
(note: i am aware that technically all the barbies are ladies, but in the interest of inclusion i am keeping this gender-neutral - hope you don’t mind!!)
— in a world like barbieland, where so much is the same - the days, the weather, the outfits, the words exchanged between those who live here - you are a notable outlier.
— rather than spend your days at the beach or cruising around the pristine streets of barbieland like your barbie counterparts, you are more than content to spend all your time in barbieland's only zoo, where you work, among the animals. rather than perfectly fitting clothes in pastel colors, your wardrobe consists of a standard zookeeper uniform, beige and khaki and shorts and t-shirts, the type of clothing always ready to be stained with dirt and animal saliva even if they somehow never are.
— you're also a bit different from the other barbies, and even the kens, in terms of personality. you much prefer the company of animals, and after spending so long among them (although curiously, it has never felt like that long), you're left in a place of often not knowing how to socialize with people. the other barbies and kens are all very nice to you when they come to visit the zoo or see you in public, of course - you're not sure any of them know how not to be nice - but the fact remains: you are quiet and relatively isolated, not peppy and social like every other barbie seems to be.
— which is, perhaps, exactly what allows this particular ken to notice you.
— the two of you know each other, of course, everybody knows everybody in barbieland, but you don't have an official conversation until one day when the other barbies finally convince you to come to the beach with them.
— you’re feeling intensely awkward when you first arrive with them, an unusual sight at the beach standing there in a borrowed swimsuit, and that’s when ken first sees you.
— he originally comes up just to talk to classic barbie, but of course take a moment to say hello to all the other barbies standing with her, and it’s then that he notices you, standing there between physicist barbie and president barbie and clearly trying hard to hide how nervous you are. he doesn’t recall ever having seen you before, and given that a new barbie hasn’t appeared in barbieland in a really long time and he definitely would have known if it had happened, he’s immediately interested in who you are and what you must have been doing in order for him to have never met you before now.
— you’re the last barbie he greets, and when he hits you with his classic “hi, barbie!” and dazzling smile, all you find yourself really able to do is smile and awkwardly wave back, feeling like your face is on fire. of course, this only draws ken in more (he’s as curious as a puppy), and so he asks if you want to share a towel with him so that he can get to know you better!
— you’re a little nervous about the other barbies getting upset if you leave them, but they’re all smiles, encouraging you to go and have fun with ken if you want to (and in fact, classic barbie might even give you an extra little push towards him, happy that ken might finally have someone else to have a crush on since she doesn’t return his feelings), so you agree to the towel-sharing, face getting even hotter at how utterly excited ken looks about it.
— the two of you wind up talking for almost two hours, with ken wanting to know everything about you and asking a million questions about your animals and even promising to come to the zoo as soon as possible. he’s so invested in talking to you that even when beach ken taunts him and tries to challenge him to a volleyball match, he doesn’t accept like he normally would - which is how the other barbies realize that in such a short time, he’s already starting to develop a crush on you. (the kens, bless their hearts, take a little longer to pick up on it, but when allan lets them know they very quickly realize how obvious it is.)
— the two of you continue talking and hanging out for a few weeks, during which you even give ken a private tour of the whole zoo and allow him to help you feed the animals, which you’ve never done for anyone before. you’re not quite sure why you offer to let him help you at first, but it’s afterwards that you realize: ken’s special to you. you like him, in the way he used to like classic barbie. in a dating way.
— (even if he does keep mixing up which feeds are meant for which animals and almost gave your zebras the steaks meant for the lions. but you kind of like that he’s a little hopeless, if you’re being honest; it’s ridiculously endearing.)
— it’s about two months, while the two of you are dancing at the first party at classic barbie’s dreamhouse that you’ve ever been to, that ken eagerly asks if he can be your boyfriend. for a moment, you’re frozen in surprise - you ever actually thought he returned your feelings, even though it’s rather obvious as you actually look back - but you quickly beam back at him and, under the pink glow of the dreamhouse’s lights, give this sweet man the only answer you could ever give.
— “of course, ken. i’d love for you to be my boyfriend.”
— and as nervous as you are for the first few weeks after that, it turns out to be amazing. there isn’t even a lot of change from when the two of you were friends; you still spend the majority of your time together, and ken still follows you around like a puppy dog, always telling you about how cool he thinks you are and doing his best to help you take care of your animals (which, again, makes you feel a little bit silly for not realizing he liked you back sooner).
— one of the only differences is that now, you feel a lot less nervous about showering ken with as many compliments as he gives you; barely an hour goes by without the two of you telling each other how beautiful and amazing you find the other person. (the other barbies, for the record, find this absolutely adorable and can never keep from constantly “awww”ing when the two of you hang out with them.)
— another difference, and possibly the best one of all, is that you actually get to kiss him. your kisses normally aren’t very long, just sweet little pecks on the lips - or a flurry of little kisses all over your face when ken gets in a silly mood - but they’re always incredibly nice and leave both of you grinning from ear to ear when you pull away.
— your animals warm up to ken a lot more once the two of you start dating, too. they weren’t always the friendliest to him before, both since they’re protective of you and because he isn’t the best at caring for them, but once they realize that ken really cares about you and isn’t going to do you or them any harm, they become a lot warmer, making happy noises when he approaches and bumping their heads into his hand to demand pets even when he messes up their feeding yet again. (he even strikes up something of a friendship with amelia, one of your lionesses, and you’ve often found him just sitting in her enclosure, having a lively one-sided conversation while she rests her large head in his lap.)
— of course, the other barbies and kens (as well as allan) are very supportive of your relationship - even beach ken, as reluctant as he is to think positively of his rival, can acknowledge that you’re adorable together.
— classic barbie tells you as much one sunny day on the beach, almost exactly like the one where you and ken first met - except that this time, you’re sitting there confidently in your own swimsuit, one that you bought after ken noticed it and declared that he thought you’d look amazing in it, as you lounge on a beach chair with the other barbies and watch the kens square off against each other at the volleyball nets.
— “you know, barbie, you and ken really do make an amazing couple. i’m super happy for you guys; just because i didn’t like him as a boyfriend doesn’t mean he shouldn’t ever get to be anyone’s boyfriend, so i’m really glad he’s yours.”
— and you look over at ken, your ken, as he successfully keeps beach ken from scoring and immediately looks back at you with a big smile to see if you noticed, and you smile as bright as barbieland’s ever-shining sun.
— “me too, barbie. me too.”
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Is Will a sneakerhead or does he not care whatsoever what shoes he wears?
ooooh i’m assuming since you specified will in particular that you maybe came here from another post or because of something we said in the fic, but we have indeed made our will byers a little bit of a shoe guy!! i would definitely not call him a sneakerhead in the traditional sense — in that we don’t think he cares much for collecting them for trading/value purposes or anything like that, and i don’t think he is too knowledgeable about collections’ histories and whatnot — but he definitely is very interested in them and i think they are an article of clothing that he would take real pleasure in finding rare and interesting pieces for!! the camp whiteman attire is white sneakers only, so unfortunately he does not get to showcase this often during the summer, but we included a couple of pieces we think are very him in this moodboard (especiallyyyyy the bowie sneakers which have been on my acswy will moodboard FOREVERRRR) and i think they are a fun way for him to express himself stylistically. we also made our mike wheeler a little bit of a Jacket Guy in the same sense — not really to collect to sell or anything like that, but i think they would both be ecstatic to find unique pieces for themselves at places like vintage stores or secondhand online and to show them off (like mike with pins on his jackets for example)
anyways to answer your question: definitely not a traditional sneakerhead, but he absolutely Does care
#i have started to feel this way about bags recently so that might be a road i go down in the future#but anyways like !!! just one of those little character details we came up w tht unfortunately we can’t work into this fic too much bc of#their uniforms and such#but it is very important to us#i think also shoes and sneakers particularly are a very practical item of clothing#not like for example if you’re into collecting smth you can’t wear or use often#so i think for him it’s an interest that he can also get use out of year-round and can still be really cool and expressive#he also got a pair of sneakers he’d been eyeing from his parents for his 17th bday and to me that is what really kickstarted the interest#if you care.#asks#acswy reference
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Levi stuck in a Hentai Game NSFW
Male reader implied. Cringe old writing og game. May do a rewrite of this.
Also fun fact: Incubus can be either gender however were mostly depicted as men because Incubus were dominant/tops. Succubus tended to be women since succubus were more submissive- anyway, we don't believe that here yalls gonna get some incubus ladies too.
Devildom games were all so strange. You have had your fair share of being sucked into video games since your time here. From the labyrinth game to the dating simulator, being completely sucked into a game is a new experience. You never really questioned it until it occurred to you. "Do you have H-games?" And that's where it began.
Why didn't he think of it sooner? Levi loves these games and he also loves getting dommed by you. He is shy though, it took some heavy foreplay to make him give in. Levi was on your lap, grinding against your hard-on. His face was flushed and he let out a few mewls as you pulled off his shirt, leaving kisses and hickies all along his neck, all whilst teasing his nipples. He was practically shivering with anticipation, looking up into your half-lidded eyes. You held the demon equivalent of a Nintendo Switch in your hands, smirking at him.
Before he knew it- Levi was surrounded by an empty room, looking up at the ceiling, the screen of the game. You looked so smug yet bored with your stupid sexy face- how dare you look so calm while he is so flushed and horny? Leviathan is cut out of his thoughts when incubus both male and female NPCs spawn in and surround him, all of them ready to be given commands. The ground sprouted tentacle vines. Oh god. He saw the menu above him light up and open. You pondered the options.
TENTACLES:
X-Tease Chest
Y-Tease Cock
A-Fuck Ass
B-INCUBUS OPTIONS
Let's test out what the tentacles could do before we use option B. You should start him off easy. You select the first option, X.
X-Tease Chest
The tentacles wrapped themselves around Leviathan, lifting him up. The vines spread his legs and kept his arms behind his back, bending Levi into position. The incubus started to smirk, men stroking themselves and women enjoying the view, teasing their clits. Leviathan moaned as the tentacles squeezed his chest together, rubbing it in circles. The very tips of the tentacles teased the buds of his nipples. Levi moaned and panted, hips rotating, begging to be touched. The tentacles began their descent and wrapped around Leviathan's nipples, pulling them. "Oh! Mm- that feels… good..?" Levi groaned, the tentacles now wrapping around his nipples once more and, gently sucked on them. The incubi around him letting out laughter and cheers, making Levi blush even harder. There was something hot about these NPCs watching.
You smirked watching Leviathan's face go red, moaning like a damn whore. What a good boy putting on a show. You pressed the A button a few more times to speed up. the motions and hear the demon squeal for you. Time to kick it up a notch. You exited out of the chest menu, back to the options. Levi whined at the loss of contact, before looking up at the next option.
Y-Tease Cock
Leviathan yelped when the tentacles immediately went to his own tentacle cocks. The vines teased his hole before coiling around his shafts, rubbing up and down, squeezing gently. His cock wrapped around each other, trying to get some more friction. This really got Levi going. "Ooooh fuck!! Oh fuck, MC! MC! Please I need to cum- Please!! It feels so good."
Tch, brat. You held A, the vines constricting around his cock not letting him cum. Levi practically screamed in both pleasure and frustration. Fine. You had to exit and deploy Option A- Fuck ass.
You messed with the settings, making it so that the vines will remain wrapped around his cock as you fucked him. You tapped option A, more tentacles practically bursting out of the ground wrapping around his thighs and teasing his hole. You selected X again. The extra tentacles coming out to tease his chest in sync with the vines around his cocks.
Leviathan was feeling overstimulated. Vines started to enter his hole. Then another, and another, and another, all with different thicknesses. God, he felt so full. They all thrust in and out of him as he was screaming his lungs out in pleasure. The incubi around him were impatient, all reaching out to touch him. "Oh! Oooh!! MC ple-e-e-ease, let me cuuuum!!" Leviathan's voice was getting choppy from all the tentacles pounding into him.
"Okay Leviathan, if you want to cum so bad…" you exited out of all the options. The incubi were practically snarling. You pressed B.
INCUBUS OPTIONS
X-Bukkake
Y-Fuck Ass
A-Orgy
B-TENTACLE OPTIONS
"Work for it, Levi," you muttered and pressed X. The incubi surrounded Leviathan, men rubbing their cock and women spreading their legs in a power stance. Leviathan didn't know what to do before an incubus grabbed Levi by the hair, pulling his face towards her cunt. She lifted her leg putting her sex on display, before lowering down to his face, riding it. Levi whined, flicking his tongue across the incubus' clit in circles, before teasing the entrance. Leviathan was sitting on his knees, hands stuck out in front of him for balance like a good little doggy. Those hands could be put to work though.
The other incubi grabbed his arms. One hand placed on a cock, the other on a cunt. He knew what they wanted. Leviathan starting finger blasting the chick and using his other hand to jack off the dude as he continued to suck on the incubus' clit above him. He is soon pulled off as the girl cums on his face and it’s all fair game to the other incubi. Leviathan is pulled back and forward until another incubus pulls him forward to his hips. Levi gets to work, sucking the cock in front of him. He moans as the incubus fucks his throat. It wasn't soon until he tasted cum.
"Good boy Levi… you deserve a few orgasms… as a treate." Of course, You would joke now of all times. Leviathan whined looking at the options. You pressed A-Orgy, before pressing Y-Fuck Ass. The AI in the incubi took a bit before they lept into action. Levi felt his legs spread by a few different demons. "Oh, fuck…" Levi tensed in excitement.
The incubi closed in on on the tired Leviathan. Levi backed up sticking out his hands for whatever incubus wanted to be jacked off next. Leviathan's cocks were aching, getting frustrated at the lack of release, they coiled around each other before finding Levi’s hole and entering him. Levi mewled at the feeling of his own cocks squirming within him. He could tell by the rare silence of the incubi that most of them were close to cumming, focusing on their orgasams. Levi stuck out his tongue, preparing for what happened next. All the demons around him release, drenching Levi in their juices. He was so filthy but oddly turned on by it. He sat back looking at all cum on him. He wanted to cum too.
He held a few fingers enter him, stretching his abused hole for a little bit. It felt so good, he felt himself cum, the fluid staining his chest. The incubi around snickered. Before he knew it he was pulled up onto the lap of an incubus, facing him, another incubus come up from behind him. Leviathan felt the NPCs chest against his back, the incubus in the front raised Leviathan, both chuckled at the sight of the two serpentine dicks inside him. The incubus in the front pulled them out, letting the tentacles squirm and wrap around his hands.
The other incubus readied his and other incubus' cock, before lowering Levi onto both of them. "AH FUCK! Oh-OH! Fuck I'm so fuuulll!!! OhmyGOD." Levi felt his eyes roll back as he's lifted and lowered onto the cocks over and over again. He feels himself cumming again already. Levi was so lost in the moment, he didn't notice the other incubi getting impatient. One of them pulled the one behind Leviathan off, letting him lay on the floor. The incubus continued to pound into him, as a girl lowers herself onto his cocks, both going into different holes. She bounced on his dicks as Levi moaned out.
You smirked at the blazed out expression on your sweet boyfriend's face, what a cute little slut. You looked through the options and evil smile on your face as you messed around. Another incubus sat onto Leviathans face, riding it into oblivion, the girl on his cock came and pulled off, now using her breasts to squeeze his cock between them and get him to orgasm all over again. The incubus on Leviathan’s face was pulled off and replaces with another gal, forcing the demon below her to pleasure her chest and suck her nipples.
Leviathan thought it couldn't get any more intense until the tentacles from before came out and started their assault. You were so concerned for Leviathans vocal cords you ordered a tentacle to silence him. The vine went down Levi's throat forcing him to suck on it.
Honestly Leviathan didn't know just how he survived all of what you put him through. The room went blank one more as aftercare options came up. You set him up on a comfy bed, letting the 'clean' option get rid of all the mess he was in. He felt his aches and pains go away as you praise him for being so good. "Now now Leviathan, don't think we're finished… we still have a few more games to play through." Leviathan sent you the coldest glare he could muster. He knew that he needed to browse some games to trap you in for revenge after you were done.
#obey me x reader#leviathan x reader#obey me leviathan x reader#obey me nightbringer#obey me#obey me nightbringer x reader#obey me one master to rule them all#sticky
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Ooooh Ellie! Love these prompts.
Maybe “do any of the clothes you’re wearing belong to you?!” For lestapstri? Maybe some Norris thrown in as well? Up to you!
HIVE MIND HIVE MIND HIVE MIND
“Where have you been,” Pierre admonishes, when Charles rushes into the restaurant roughly twenty minutes after they’d said they’d meet up.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Charles says, letting himself fall down in the chair across from Pierre, taking off his jacket as he goes. “I was hanging out at Max and Oscar’s place, lost track of time.”
Pierre frowns. “Max and Oscar moved in together?” He asks. It’s not surprising, they’d been pretty serious lately, but he’d just assumed-
“Yeah, the lease on Oscar’s London apartment was ending, and they’ve talked about it before, about moving in together. And Max got that massive place down near the harbor just a few months ago, so it just makes sense.” Charles says, flipping through his menu. “Seriously, the place is huge. It has this really big open living room with the most beautiful piano you’ve ever seen. What Max needs a piano for I have no idea, I don’t think he even know how to play it.”
Pierre feels a headache coming on. This is not what he’d signed up for when he’d agreed to lunch with Charles. “Yeah,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I wonder why Max would buy an apartment with a piano in it.”
“Right? But he lets me play it whenever I’m over, which is nice. I’ve been trying to teach Oscar, but he’s absolutely horrid at it, so mostly he just sits on the bench next to me and watches me play,” Charles flips the page of his menu. “Are the burgers good here?”
“Burgers are fine,” Pierre says. “So when are you moving in?”
“Hm?” Charles looks up, confused. “Move in where?”
“With Max and Oscar, Charles,” Pierre says, rolling his eyes. “And the piano neither of them knows how to play.”
Charles’s mouth drops open in a surprised little ‘o’ and he flushes bright red. “No, no, no it’s not like that. We’re just. They’re just friends,” he says, a little frantically.
“But you sleep with them sometimes, right?” Pierre says, raising an eyebrow.
Charles flush darkens. “I mean, yeah, but that’s more of like, a friends with benefits thing. You know. It’s just fun to add a third sometimes. Max and Oscar are very happy together.”
“Right, sure,” Pierre says. “And how many times per week do you sleep over? How many times does Oscar cook you dinner? How many times do you and Max go for an early morning run together?”
“Pierre, stop, no, that’s just. It’s just convenient, sometimes, the sleeping over. And you know how bad of a cook I am. And it’s just nice, having a running buddy. Keeps me motivated,” Charles looks genuinely distressed now, fiddling with the corner of his menu.
“All right, other question,” Pierre says, leaning back in his seat. “Do any of the clothes you're currently wearing actually belong to you?”
Charles falters, glances down at his outfit, gets a guilty, pinched expression on his face. “Yes?” He says, hesitantly.
“Right,” Pierre says, “So you, a Ferrari fan down to your core, just own a Red Bull hoodie for funsies, and for someone who barely ever wears shorts, somehow own a pair identical to the ones Oscar’s always spotted wearing around the paddock.”
“Fuck,” Charles says, and lets his head fall down on the table. “Okay, I, yeah. Fine,” he says, when he raises his head again. “Maybe I’ve been a bit of an idiot. Maybe I fell a little bit in love with them. But that’s fine! I’ll get over it. Eventually.”
Pierre frowns. “Why would you want to get over it?”
Charles shrugs. “I mean. They’re happy together, right? The two of them.”
Pierre pinches the bridge of his nose again. “They have a piano, Charles.”
“Yeah? So? Plenty of people have piano’s,” Charles is fiddling with the corner of his menu again.
“Max is literally the most practical person I know. Do you really think he would put a full sized piano in the middle of his living room if he didn’t think someone was going to regularly use it?” Pierre asks. He loves Charles, he really does, but sometimes he really can be the most dense idiot on the planet.
“…No?” Charles says, voice a little small.
“Exactly,” Pierre says. “Now, I’m going to order us burgers, and we’re going to eat, and then you’re going back to Max and Oscar’s apartment and talk to them, yeah? And you’re not going to do that thing where you fill in what they want before they’ve even said it, you’re going to listen to them.”
Charles snorts. “Yes, dad,” he says, jokingly, but there’s a soft smile on his face, a hopeful little glint in his eyes.
Pierre nods, and waves a waitress over. At this rate, if the whole F1 thing doesn’t work out, he can always consider becoming a couples therapist.
#usually i go established lestappen with oscar as The Third#but i thought it might be fun to switch it up#also because charles seems just the most likely Clothes Stealer out of those three#lestapstri
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I remember you mentioned humans are weird stuff, and the red eyes things that hans have when lights flashes to them
What about tails? Humans don't have tails and we balance quite well without one most of the time and our natural buoyancy in water, how would the monster au be when they learning from that
And to add something funny when they see our soft padded feet and our habit to grab stuff
Ooooh, lots of good fun stuff to explore here! >:3 It’s so much fun imagining non-humans reacting to human based things, let alone trying to figure out how and why we’re so biologically weird to them (join the club, boys, even we consider ourselves to be really weird when most of us don’t even know what half the organs in our bodies do)! 😆
The red eye effect I can imagine Cater discovering by pure accident (and subsequently accidentally throwing his phone in panic). 🤣
//Heartslabyul Lounge Room//
Cater: “Hey, Yuu! Let’s take a selfie together~!”
Yuu: “Uh…sure, but isn’t it a little dark in here?”
Cater: “Yeah, but that’s what camera flashes are for. Ace, Trey, get in here for a group selfie~!”
Ace: “Sure, I’m down!”
Trey: “I’d rather not, thank you.”
Cater: “Suit yourself. Say cheese~!”
Yuu and Ace: “Cheese!”
Click!
Cater: “Okay, let’s take a look and post i-GYAH!!!” *launches into the air with his wings and clings to the rafters, dropping his phone in the process*
Trey: “Cater?! What’s wrong??”
Cater: “What’s going on with your eyes in the pic, Yuu?!”
Yuu: *confused as they pick up his phone and stare at the picture* “Ah darn it, I hate the red eye effect.”
Ace: “The red eye what??” *peers over shoulder and shudders* “Dude. That…that’s creepy as hell!”
Yuu: “It happens when the camera flashes in low light. Don’t you guys experience red-eye in photos?”
Cater: “No! Or…well, maybe? We call it ‘silver eye’ or ‘white eye’ when the flash reflects off our pupils, but I’ve never seen it be red before! I don’t even know if the filter to remove the effect would even work on that…”
Trey: “I guess we managed to find yet another difference between monsters and humans.”
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Once word got back to the researchers of this effect, they were able to realize that not only did humans lack the same reflective surface as monsters, but that the camera flash reflected the rich blood supply in the back of the eye. Depending on the eye color of the human in question, it would become more prominent in paler eye colors—a fact that soon tied into the rare phenomenon of certain canine and feline monsters with blue and green eyes having similar effects to their own eyes.
When it comes to tails, it comes as a surprise to the researchers that humans did in fact have a tail bone, yet evolutionally speaking, it didn’t serve any obvious purpose…on the surface. In reality, the tail bone served as a support to help Yuu sit. When compared to the other monsters, it seemed Yuu had better balance sitting on virtually any surface—including uneven ones. “Not that it’s always comfortable to do so,” as one researcher noted after seeing Yuu somehow find a decent spot on the bumpy rock with an uncomfortable expression on their face.
Now, as for the natural buoyancy in water (unless you’re someone who has a lot of muscle mass and struggles to stay afloat or someone who just doesn’t know how to swim at all), the monsters might find it quite a surprise to see Yuu just floating on their back in the pool. They might even think that one of the aquatic monsters was holding them up…only to discover that no, they were just…floating there. For no reason other than it was comfortable.
RIP the monsters’ nerves if Yuu were to do the “dead man’s float” in the pool. 😂
For the feet grab thing, I’d imagine this takes place shortly after the “hoof-shoe discovery” post here. >v>
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Ace: “This is so weird.” *pokes the fleshy part of Yuu’s foot* “How do you guys even walk with these things? Doesn’t it hurt?”
Yuu: “Not unless we step on broken glass or shell shards and sharp rocks.” *squeaks when he pokes again and pulls foot back* “Hey, that tickles!”
Deuce: “It…tickles?”
Random Student: “Hey, hurry up! Coach says we need to clean up the field or he’ll make us run more laps.”
Ace: “Okay, okay, yeesh! You good, Yuu?”
Yuu: “Yeah, I’m good! I’ll just leave my shoes off for a bit. The grass feels really nice!”
Ace: “Seriously, how are you humans so weird?”
*The monster students gather the larger, heavier items while Yuu starts gathering the lighter and smaller pieces left behind until their arms are full and a cloth falls out of the pile*
Deuce: “Here, let me get that for you.”
Yuu: “No thanks, I got it.”
Ace: “You literally have your hands fu-”
Yuu: *uses one foot to grab the cloth, twisting their leg around until they can grab the cloth with their opposite hand and continues walking* “See? I got it!”
Ace: *stares with everyone else in shock and disbelief* “…seriously, why the fuck are humans so weird??”
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And thus began a new Magicam challenge for monsters to try (that don’t have hooves of course…Cater assures everyone that an alternate challenge is currently in the works so he can participate as well): try and pick up random objects with your talons and put it in a box like a human! If you use your hands to grab them off the floor or you don’t get it within the time limit, you fail the challenge. It became an instant hit on Magicam, with many struggling to recreate the same prehensile motions that—so far—only avian monsters have been able to mimic.
I can just imagine the muscle cramps some might’ve gone through trying to do this challenge. 🤣
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland monster au#twst monster au#cater diamond#ace trappola#trey clover#deuce spade
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