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ghosty-writes-23 · 3 months

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I'm Home Sweetheart. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: Fluff, Leon being husband material, NSFW Content, !CONSENT IS KEY!, Body worship, !WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!, Choking, Breathplay, Size kink, Spit play, Doggystyle, Blow Job, Eating out, 69, Dom!Leon, Aftercare.

Pairing: DI!Husband!Leon + Fem!Reader.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: “Tell me about your book sweetheart, I want to recreate those scenes with you.” Where your kind and caring husband Leon comes home early from a mission and surprises you by building a private in-home library as you were starting to run out of space to keep your precious books and wants to recreate your favourite scenes from your favourite authors.

Word Count: 3.7k

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

Ada's Version.

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18+ Content // Minors DO NOT Interact // 18+ Content.

Using your teeth to pull open the bottle cap top of the ice cold orange juice, you took a few huge mouthfuls as you waited for the stop light to turn green, the drink was cold and refreshing causing a shiver to run though your body as you placed the bottle on the passenger's seat. Today you were coming back from annual and yearly no boyfriends or husbands girls vacation weekend you and your best friend always planned since you were in high school.

The trip started out innocently just spending the day at the spa getting your nails done and relaxing, to only end up going clubbing last night and dancing on the table to when I grow up by the pussycat dolls in 6 inch stiletto heels. As much as you loved the girls' vacation and letting loose for a couple days, you couldn’t wait to get home and curl up next to your husband, with a spicy enemies to lovers book with your dog Ace cuddled into your side.

Ace is an old German shepherd that is also an ex police dog whose owner was killed in the line of duty, the poor dog was so confused on why his owner and handler didn’t come back, he would wait for his older owner to return, as time went on Ace grew more and more depressed he refused to work with anybody else or be social with other dogs.

It go so bad that the police department thought it would be better to put Ace up for adoption and hope he would find a loving forever home but Ace just stayed in his kennel hiding away, he refused to eat and would growl at anybody who came near him.

That was until he met your husband of 8 years Leon who was looking for a dog that could protect you while he was away on missions, but also he could play around with at the park or at home when he had time off, the moment the two of them meet they were inseparable and Leon rushed to adopt him that day and after waiting for a week you both welcomed Ace into your little family and you both became the dogs whole world.

Always coming for cuddles and acting like a huge baby even letting you put Leon’s sunglasses on him and take pictures, it filled your heart with so much joy when Ace started putting on weight and started looking healthier.

Then you have your sweet little Oreo who was just your average black cat with white little paws and little face markings with one marking on her chest that looks like a heart, she was a stray when you first found her huddled in a small box on a stormy night outside your mom’s bakery, she was so small and fragile you didn’t think she would make it through the night, she was really skinny and her fur was matted to her skin nearly, she must of been abandoned at a very young age which broke your heart.

She had no collar and no microchip so it was pointless trying to find her old owners. So that night you wrapped her up in your warm woolly scarf and took her home, where both you and Leon very gently brushed her fur, clipped her nails and gave her some food and water after you asked Leon to get some kitten food before you got home. She warmed up to you both but she mostly stuck to your side always wanting cuddles and pets.

You ended up adopting her a few days later after she passed all the vet checks and got her vaccinations, she was a little cautious of Leon since he smelt like Ace, but Ace was a good boy and let Oreo get used to him, even if it meant he got bit and clawed at a few times but slowly they became friends, then even shared Ace’s bed on cold nights and play with their toys with each other.

When the stoplight finally turned green you started driving down the main highway listening to the music that softly played in your car, distracting you from the slightly throbbing pain in your head from your dull hangover. The drive home was quick and you pulled into your garage within 10 minutes, the throbbing in your head subsided and you didn't feel as bad but you where really hungry.

Getting out you grabbed your bag and started heading inside to where you could hear Ace happily barking at the front door, you could even hear his tippy tappy paws, it caused you to smile thinking somebody was excited that you were home.

“Hey Baby.” You say happily after opening the front door, Ace was running around your legs, his tail wagging so fast it was almost like a dark blur as he was barking, it was so sweet, you heard Oreo meow from the small table by the door as if she was saying welcome home, putting your bag down you kneeled down and started petting ace and gave Oreo’s head a soft kiss.

“Yes yes I missed you guys too.” you say as Oreo rubbed her face on your cheek and Ace was nuzzling into your hand. “Where you talking to me sweetheart.” Your husband Leon says with a soft chuckle, causing you to look at him wide eyed before running over and hugging Leon tightly. “Your back early.” you say happily wrapping your arms around his neck, his large arms wrapped around your waist pulling your body closer to him.

“Surprise.” he says as you nuzzle into his chest, you were so glad your husband was home in one piece. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you whined softly hitting his shoulder causing him to laugh before he grabbed your smaller hand in his larger one. “Because I have a surprise for you.” he hints as he starts walking down the hallway of your house, you were a little confused but you followed your husband anyway.

Soon you found yourself outside your storage room, it was a spare bedroom you and Leon used for storage since it was pretty spacious and you didn't really use it, pulling out a key from his pocket Leon slid the key into lock and softly popped open the door. “Go inside.” Leon says, by his tone you could tell he was excited for you to see his surprise, pushing the door open you gasped softly, your one messy and chaotic storage room was turned into an in-home library.

There was black floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with your books and some new ones you recognized, there was also a small wooden ladder that travel down the bookshelves, a fluffy rug on the ground, your window seat was decorated with comfy pillows and a blanket, there was a small coffee table in the middle of the room with a container with bookmarks, colorful page tabs, highlighters fine tip pens, and a blackberry and guava scented candle accompanied by a box of matches, in the far right conner was a little coffee and tea station where you could make a hot drink and cozy up with one of your books, The room felt warm and cozy, you could feel your eyes tearing up at the sight.

“Leon…” you say quietly, your voice cracking slightly, you looked up at your husband teary eyed to which he softly cupped your cheek and kissed you softly. “Happy valentines day, I wanted you to have a place for all your books since they were kind of taking over the house.” he says with a chuckle as he rested his forehead on yours as his rough thumb stroked the soft skin of your cheek, it would explain the black paint smudge on his face.

“I love you so much.” you say wrapping your arms around his neck, sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve Leon. “Not as much as I love you sweetheart.” he says as he gives your hips a slight squeeze.

Later That Night

You where cozied up in your little library reading one of the new books Leon had purchased you, it was a spicy romance novel that has a few dark twists, just as you were about to turn to the next page your library door opened and saw Leon was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest he must of come back from his night run with Ace.

When your gaze met his there was a soft and gentle look in his baby blue eyes as he took in the sight of you reading your book, the soft light of the lamp casting a warm glow on your skin, to him you where Leon’s little slice of heaven from the rest of the chaos in his world.

“What's this book about?” Leon asked with curiosity as he walked into your library and rested his chin on your shoulder, his stubble tickling the side of your face. “A spicy forbidden romance between a DEA agent and a criminal mastermind.” you tell him with a small giddy look on your face, it was no secret that you had an ‘interest’ in forbidden romances but Leon was no stranger to that.

“Do you like a man in uniform?” he mumbled deeply in your ear as he started to press soft kisses to your neck, a soft sigh left your lips as you bit your bottom lip.

“You know I do.” you say as your eyes flutter closed enjoying the loving affection from your husband, your book now just a passing thought. “How about you put your book down and get that pretty little ass upstairs.” Leon suggests against your ear, his voice a few octaves deeper causing you to squeeze your thighs slightly, you felt one of his hands make its way from your hip up your stomach and chest before he wrapped his fingers around your neck and gave it a light squeeze causing a soft whine to leave your lips.

“Okay.” you say looking up at him through your lashes, releasing your neck he placed an innocent kiss on your forehead before you started making your way to your shared bedroom upstairs.

Once you made it to your shared bedroom you could hear Leon doing something downstairs, but you just went and waited on your bed for him with your hands in your lap, after a couple moments you could hear his heavy footsteps coming up the steps “he must be wearing his boots.” you thought and when he came into view all the moisture in your mouth evaporated, thighs squeezed together and your pussy clenched.

There Leon stood in his work clothing which consisted of a navy blue short sleeve top that was tight around his biceps, dark grey cargo jeans and black combat boots, but what really caught your eyes was the grey tactical vest that was strapped around his front and back. You felt yourself gulping slightly as you looked at your husband up and down, “I’m in danger.” you thought but you couldn’t help but be excited.

“Like what you see doll?” Leon asked, there was a slight tease in his tone as he walked over to you and gently grabbed your chin with his gloved hand, you nodded your head not trusting your voice as you nuzzled your face into his hand, hearing a soft chuckle you felt Leon gently tug your face up before he gently kissed you, his lips were warm and soft his kiss gentle and sweet.

Feeling his hand move away from your chin you felt him start to strip you of your oversized shirt that was clearly his, only breaking the kiss for a second to tug his your shirt off then tossing it on the ground before reconnecting your lips again, you feel back onto your plush bed one of his knees in between your legs as he hovered over you.

Your fingers found their way into his dark hair and gently tugged on his roots, earning you a soft groan from your husband as he tugged your leggings off your legs leaving you in your bra and panties. When Leon finally broke the kiss you looked up at each other breathing heavily, nothing but love and affection swimming in both your eyes for each other.

One of his gloved hands rests on your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip sticking your tongue out slightly you ran it up the front of his glove before taking his gloved thumb into your mouth and gently sucking.

“And you say I'm a tease princess.” Leon groaned, cheekily you gently bit his thumb and your teeth leaving a little imprint in his glove, before you leaned up and kissed him then used your strength to push Leon over onto the other side of the bed then straddle his waist, you felt his eyes on you but you where on a mission you wanted to pay Leon back for the library and the thoughtfulness then went into the idea.

You unclipped his tactical vest and placed on the ground be your bed before you trailed gentle kisses down his clothed chest and stomach as your hands worked on unbutton his pants and tugging them down his legs leaving him in his underwear.

When you finally reached the top of his underwear that had a wet patch, you gently tugged them down revealing his hard cock that was leaking precum everywhere, you looked up at Leon as if to ask permission Leon nodded his head and ran his fingers through your hair and held it in a makeshift ponytail so your hair didn’t get in your eyes.

Smiling soft you let your tongue run up the side before you wrapped your lips around the tip and slowly began to bob your head you could feel every vein and ridge, he was heavy on your tongue but there was a small comfort, you made yourself at home placing your hands on his muscular thighs as you set a smooth pace.

Slowly bobbing your head occasionally he would hit the back of your throat, causing tears to prick your eyes but you blinked them away quickly.

Above you could hear Leon groaning and giving you soft praises of “such a good girl” and “feels so good darling.” the praise sent heat to your cheeks and kept you going, you wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to be his good girl.

You could feel your jaw was being to hurt slightly when your suddenly pulled off, breathing heavily saliva coating your slightly swollen lips a soft whine leaving your throat as you looked at your husband with a pout, he was breathing heavily his cheeks were slightly pink.

“Want to make you feel good too.” Leon says before you can think about what he said he pulls your lower half over his face, his stubble tickling the inside of your thighs, you could feel his warm breath on the wet patch of your panties causing you to clench around nothing and a soft whine to leave your lips.

When you felt him move your panties to the side and his tongue ran up your folds, a soft moan left your lips as you slightly arched your back. You could feel the heat running through your body as he feasted on you, as if he was in his own little world with his tongue deep inside you.

Feeling his wrap his arms around your hips to keep you in place, you went back to giving him the same pleasure, your pillowy lips wrapping around his cock again and bobbing your head at a steady pace with your cheeks slightly sucked in.

You could feel him twitching in your mouth, you pulled away slightly and swirled your tongue around his tip causing his hips to jolt slightly you knew he was close, but so where you as your thighs shook slightly around his head.

“Fuck doll cumming.” Leon groaned before you pushed him all the way down your throat, a few tears rolling down your cheeks at the sudden intrusion but you ignored the pain as your throat muscles tightened around him.

Leon came down your throat with a deep groan and even slightly bucked his hips, you soon followed and came with a loud moan, pulling away slightly you breathed heavily and wiped your mouth. Leon was breathing heavily but there was a huge grin on his face as he moved so now he was hovering over you.

“Another round princess?” he asked as he reached into the bedside table and pulled out a silver square, you could barely pull a thought together but you nodded your head and let your husband position you how he wanted, lucky this time you were laid on your stomach with a pillow under your hips, your head resting against your pillow and soft hum leaving your lips as you where in a comfortable position.

You heard the sound of the condom packet being torn open and the lid of a lube bottle being cracked opened, it wasn’t that you weren't used to Leon’s size but sometimes it made it more comfortable, you heard the sound of the rest of his clothes hit the ground beside the bed as he stripped off, he even carefully took your soaked panties off and tossed them onto the pile of his clothes.

“Cold.” you whined softly as a shiver went down your spine, you felt Leon placed a small blob over your slit and gently rub it in. “I know sweetheart, you'll warm up soon princess I promise.” Leon says before you felt him at your entrance, you closed your eyes and waited for the familiar stretch, a soft moan left your lips as he slowly pushed in being careful and soon bottomed out a soft groan leaving both of your lips as you felt each other.

“Fuck.” you cursed as you placed your face into your pillow, no matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms you with how good he makes you feel.

“Are you ok?” Leon asked when you felt him gently kiss your shoulder, when he was this gentle with you it made your heart skip a beat, you nodded your head and gave him a smile as you leaned up and softly kissed her cheek.

“I’m ok but I do have one request?” you say when you notice he is still wearing the gloves on his hands, you saw him glance between you and his hands a small smirk on his face as he already knew what you were asking him for, moving his arm his bicep wrapped snug around your neck giving a soft squeeze Leon began to thrust slowly, teasingly but you here in heaven with his bicep around your neck.

“Such a dirty little girl, do you like it when I choke you? Deprive you of oxygen until you nearly pass out.” Leon asked his tone was mean and nasty as the pace of his thrusts picked up, your brain was going fuzzy you couldn’t focus on anything else but him.

You loved it when Leon was your kind and sweet husband but deep deep down a part of you liked it when he was mean and dominant, it made you feel so small being under him, his body towering over yours, his muscles and strength double if not triple then yours and it was such a turn on.

“Yes I do.” you choked out as you looked up at your husband, there was a smirk on his face as he thrusted into your soaked pussy, your gummy walls sucking him in and never wanting him to leave.

“Open.” he demanded and you opened your mouth without hesitation then you felt Leon spit into your mouth making you feel even dirtier, but you loved it and grinned up at him almost as if you were a crazed woman, you swallowed before you opened your mouth again and stick out your tongue.

“Fuck I love you so much.” Leon groaned his voice deeper as he tightened his bicep around your neck, causing small spots to come into your version. You knew your safe word but you didn’t want to use it, this feeling felt like pure ecstasy and you were floating. “You close darling?” you heard Leon ask and you nodded your head feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach.

“Yes.” you choked out in between moans, your thighs were trembling and your head was feeling foggy. “Cumming.” you cry out as you let out a high pitch moan and came around Leon, you felt him soon follow. After a couple minutes you slowly felt him pull out then discard the used condom in the rubbish.

an hour later

You were freshly showered and dressed in one of Leon’s shirts and a pair of panties, you both were relaxing in bed cuddled into Leon with Ace sleeping in his dog bed next to the window and Oreo resting and purring in between you and Leon.

“I wasn’t too rough was I?” you heard Leon asked as he was tracing his thumb on your hip bone under his shirt you were wearing. “No, you were perfect as always.” you say you press a kiss to the top of his bare chest that had a few old scars, this caused him to smile and pull you closer to him being careful of Oreo as he doesn’t want to be attacked by her again.

“Happy Valentine's Day doll.” Leon says as he kisses your head and makes sure both you and Oreo are comfortable on the bed, “Happy Valentine's Day honey.” you say as you leaned up and softly kissed him, grateful to have a husband as kind, caring and gentle as Leon….

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lucky-draws · 5 months

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i feel like the context of this is maybe only apparent in my own head LOL so basically ive kind of imagined an au where, based on the rebirth ending, james has succeeded in bringing mary back to life, but also maria, and also james gets killed in the process. so it's basically just maria and mary alone in the townTM trying to figure each other out. and this is a letter maria sends mary at some point basically. transcript in case the font is annoying to read:

Mary, You’ll have to forgive me if any of this sounds a little weird. I haven’t written anybody a letter in years, and I’m not sure if I have much of a way with words. Though I’ve been spending a lot of time in Ernest’s library lately, so hopefully some of his great literature has rubbed off on me. Somehow, I had this idea that I never liked reading much - that it wasn’t really my style - but I ended up getting kind of hooked. His dusty old books sure aren’t the worst company in this town, at any rate. I wonder what we really are, you and I. I used to think of us as two music box dolls: dancing side by side, spinning in perfect unison to somebody else’s tune. Like a pair of clocks keeping the same time. Two parallel lines, and an impossibility for us to ever intersect, to face each other head-on without some kind of disaster.

We’re not completely identical, though. If you looked closely at me - if you could bear to do that - you’d see all my imperfections. I lack your fine details. The paint on my lips is messier, my joins are showing, and there are bits of sprew left between my fingers. Pick me up, and you’ll feel how much lighter I am - I’m missing a lot of internal parts, you see. I’m a knock-off - we were cast from different molds. You were born of nature, while I was born from your very own killer. But I suppose I don’t need to tell you that. Do you hate me? I understand if you do. Or maybe I’m not so important - maybe you can only think of him. Or perhaps you’re trying not to think of anything at all when you sit by that lake for hours on end. I don’t know how you can stand it - going to the lake every day. It's so quiet. No ducks, not even a single bird. I’d go crazy, I think. That’s why I like to stay at the bar: there’s no one here either, of course, but it feels easier to imagine there might be. To pretend that we’ve only just closed, that those drinks on the table belonged to the last customers, and not to me. I’ve been so restless lately, sitting in the bar all night. I wonder if - no, I guess I’m hoping that - something’s going to give, soon. I think I’m losing the beat - I’m spinning slower than you are. I think it’s because I keep getting distracted, always thinking of you. I don’t know what it is. Perhaps it’s simply because you’re the only thing in this dreadful town that’s not a monster. But I think you must be as lonely as I am. Much more so, probably. And I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if you’d only reach through the mirror and touch me. I’m full of missing pieces, I know - but I have this notion that between us, we might just be able to come together into something like a real person. You know, some days I feel I hardly know who I am; but other times I feel so sure that I’m beginning to dance to my own beat. It’s no fun dancing alone, though. Well, I guess you know where to find me. I’ll be waiting at the bar tonight. I always am. I’ve waited there every night - for something, someone, anything, anyone - for what feels like forever. But these days, I’m just waiting for you. See you around, Maria

#silent hill #sh2 #silent hill 2 #maria silent hill #mary shepherd sunderland #just realised you can see the cursor in some of these because i was being insane and creating these in google docs. oh well <3 #i was gonna do an art piece w like the music box doll visuals and a bit of text but then i realised i had much more than just a bit of text #so it became a whole ass letter

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cowpokeomens · 5 months

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Blood Pact

It's me, your favorite monster fucker! Here's another part of my Nocturnal Creatures series, in which you strike a deal with a demon- who goes by Nicholas. Sexy things ensue.

Warnings: Disgusting nasty filthy p-in-v, cunnilingus, lots of mentions of virginity (it's a social construct, but if you got it, flaunt it), Nicholas Ruffilo's monster cock (canon), if you feel I need to add anything PLEASE send me a message! Otherwise, enjoy!

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You still couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Yet, here you stood, at a crossroads in your hometown. Not just the metaphorical kind, either- an actual, physical crossroads. Mason Avenue and Fisher Street, to be exact.

Right next to the city cemetery, from which you stole a jar’s worth of dirt.

It sat in your bag, next to some kind of flowering plant you hoped would work, a cat bone (thank goodness for veterinarian friends?), and a picture of yourself, one of the headshots your manager had insisted would help you blow up on TikTok.

It hadn’t.

You threw everything into a cardboard box, using your shiny, new shovel from the local feed supply store to dig a hole in the center of the dusty dirty roads. The ground was harder than you expected, so your two-foot deep hole had you sweating by the time it was formed. You all but threw the box into the hole, quickly covering it up with loose dirt, and taking a few steps back. Pulling out your phone, you consulted the symbol you saved from a website earlier that week, spray paint in hand. All the stupid Wal-Mart had left was “Cerise Fluorescent,” so you hoped whatever you summoned liked pink.

Carefully, you sprayed the lines onto the dirt, over where you buried your box. You tried to move quickly, but precisely; Getting caught was almost as terrifying as doing it wrong.

Finally, it was done. You scrolled over on your phone, to the Latin text you hadn’t even dared to read in your head. Stepping away from the circle, you read it aloud now. You could feel your heart about to beat out of your chest, and you wondered one last time if this was worth it.

“Your Latin sucks.” A voice said suddenly.

You jumped, yelping, and fell directly on your ass.

You were scrambling back when the voice spoke again.

“Is this a Goetia sigil? In pink? The guys are going to get a kick out of this-”

You stood up shakily, dusting off your pants in the process. You finally saw the source of the voice: Standing in the center of your sigil was the most devastatingly handsome man you had ever seen.

Long, dark hair; his skin was lightly tanned and healthy-looking. Eyes the color of clouds, that seemed to shift from green to blue to grey before you. He was taller than you, tattoos visible on both hands, and dressed simply: A hoodie, dark jeans, and…

Were those Converse?

You were immediately overcome with confusion. “Um, who are you?”

He fixed those eyes directly on you. “I think that’s my line, doll.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “You’re Amdusias?”

He winced. “Yikes, with the Scary-Latin-Demon-Name. You can call me Nicholas.”

You frowned. “You don’t seem like…”

“Like a great duke of Hell?” He finished your thought. “Yeah, only angels really like to make a dramatic entrance, that’s why they’ve been banned to stay behind the pearly bars. Too many eyes, too much fire-”

“You’re wearing sneakers?” You said without thought.

He looked offended. “Did you expect me to crawl out of Hell in loafers?”

You scrambled for an answer. “Well, no, but I-”

“TV is rotting your mind. What do you want?” He cut you off.

You felt the color leaving your face. “Well, um, I read that you were responsible for the music in Hell-”

“‘Music’ is a big word, but sure.” He interrupted.

Giving him a look, you continued. “Well, I’m a musician, too! Only…” You trailed off with a frown.

He mocked you with a faux-wince. “Ooh, not triple platinum yet, huh?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to hide your disappointment. Shaking your head, your gaze met his again. “That’s where you come in.”

An eyebrow cocked at you. “Think that because you snagged a demon, you get to be famous?”

You shook your head hastily. “No, not at all! I did a lot of research-” You Googled for 30 minutes- “So I don’t get to demand things without a trade, right?”

He smiled at you lazily. “Yep. So what will it be, your soul? First born? I love a first born, with a little bit of butter, some rosemary and-”

“I’m a virgin.” You blurted.

He froze, then his entire demeanor changed. For the first time that night, you felt genuine fear as the air around you went still. “Oh yeah?”

Your mouth gaped like a fish, so you settled on a nod.

He took a tiny step towards you. You were rooted on the spot, frozen like a deer in headlights. This was a bad idea.

Finally, you found your words. “My virginity. For- whatever it is you do. Fame, fortune, I don’t really care, I just want people to hear my music, connect with it-”

“Yeah, yeah, real noble of you.” He snorted, then composed himself. For a second, he almost looked concerned. “You sure about this, doll?”

You nodded, trying to look confident. “Yeah. But- make it organic, y’know, the fame part. I don’t want to look like an industry plant-”

He rolled his eyes, walking closer so that he was directly in front of you. You gaped at his proximity. “You can leave the circle?”

Laughing, he nodded. “I could have left at any point, but you’re pretty-” He leaned in so that he was whispering in your ear, “-For a pathetic little human.”

Your cheeks went hot. You knew it was just to rile you up, make this worse than it already was. At least, you figured, your virginity meant something to someone- it certainly held no value for you. A demon was less than desirable, but he was nice to look at-

Woah. Not going there, you told yourself sternly.

Shaking off the feeling, you held out your hand. “Okay, so deal-”

“Uh, no.” He cut you off, again. “I have my own terms and conditions.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

A smirk grew on his face. “My terms. For our arrangement.”

You tried not to let anger well up inside you. “And what would those terms be?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“You come to me.” He said plainly. Confusion must have been evident on your face, because he continued, “I’m not some monster in the night who’s going to show up for your virginity. When the time is right, you’ll come to me.”

“You’re not going to just… Take it?” The question slowly left your mouth.

He grimaced, an ugly look for such a pretty face. “Ew, no. I’m a demon, not a wild animal. Besides,” he cocked his head to the side, looking directly into you. “Virginity tastes better when it comes willingly.”

Gulping despite yourself, you managed a nod. “Okay. Fine. I’ll come willingly.” As if.

Holding out an inked hand, he grinned at you. “Then it’s a deal.”

Taking a deep breath, you took his hand in yours, shaking once. “Deal.”

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Six Months Later

You awoke in a cold sweat, the third time that week. Flicking the bedside lamp on, you walked over to the mini-fridge of your hotel room, grabbing a bottle of water. You were uncomfortably wet- again, and not from sweating. It seemed like every time you tried to rest, you were met by stormy eyes where sleep should have greeted you. You chugged the water, making your way to the restroom for a much-needed shower.

That night’s show had been sold out- the 13th sold out show of your highly anticipated debut tour. Nicholas had held up his end of the bargain; Your album was projected to sell close to a million units by the end of the year. And you had seen neither hide nor hair of him.

Well. Not in the flesh, anyways.

As you started the shower, your mind wandered. You knew it was him, sending you these dreams through his weird demon dream channels or whatever. Even as your body betrayed you, you knew it was not your own thoughts causing such a commotion.

Still, as you slipped in the shower to wash off the day’s grime, you felt your hand slip lower, between your folds to collect the wetness there. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you circled your bundle of nerves, moaning quietly. Despite your best efforts, your thoughts drifted back to long, dark hair and tattooed hands on your body. Your hand moved quicker, moans growing louder as you felt yourself getting closer to climax. You were on the precipice when a familiar voice made you freeze.

“I knew you’d be loud.”

Yelping, you jumped nearly a foot in the air, almost falling in your panic. Yanking your towel off the rack, you wrapped yourself as quickly as possible as you threw open the shower curtain.

Nicholas was sitting criss-cross on the expansive bathroom counter, picking at something under his nails.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You snapped.

“You summoned me, duh.” He said, rolling his eyes at you.

“Yeah, six months ago. I thought I was supposed to come to you.”

He looked at you then, eyes dragging over your poorly-concealed form. His eyes glinted, looking hungry. “Moaning the name of a demon you promised your virginity to while you rub one out in the shower is a summoning if I’ve ever seen one. Besides,” He looked into your eyes, smirking devilishly. “You were about to come to me, from the sound of it.”

Your face was on fire with embarrassment. “I was not moaning your name.”

He cocked a brow at you. “Uh, you were. Loudly.”

Rage bubbled up inside you. “I was not!” The words spilled from you now. “I wouldn’t have even been doing that if you hadn’t been sending me all of your weird demonic sex dreams constantly!”

An unnamed emotion flashed across his face, then he grinned. “‘Weird demonic sex dreams,’ huh?”

You huffed at him “Oh, don’t even play coy. Like being dragged back to Hell and tied up by some hot shot demon was my big idea.”

The smile he was giving you was sinister. “Right, right. What else have I sent your way?”

You faltered, unsure of what he was playing at. “Like you don’t know.”

He shrugged. “I don’t. I haven’t ‘sent you’ shit.” He mimed quotations with his hands.

Your blood went cold. Suddenly, the bathroom was too small. “You’re lying.” Your voice sounded feeble, even to you.

He shook his head, standing up. Slowly he stepped towards you. “I’m not.”

“But then- that would mean-” Stammering, you stood there helplessly as he crept closer.

Nodding, he leaned in even closer. “That was all you, doll.” He brushed a stray lock of hair off your shoulder. “What a dirty mind the little human virgin has. You mentioned being tied up- what else did I do to defile you, huh?”

He was too close, it almost made you dizzy. He smelled like smoke and rain and earth all at once. “Shut up.” You mumbled weakly.

He stepped back, finally. “Well, you know how to find me.”

There was a crack like lightning, then he was gone.

You stood there for a few minutes, trying to regain your composure. This was fine, you reasoned. He left. He kept his word. Everything was fine.

______________________________________________________

Three Months Later

Once again, you couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in your master bedroom, you gazed out the windows overlooking the city below. You remembered when you first bought the condo- loved how open and light it was. In the deepness of the night surrounding you, the lights looked like tiny fires dancing in the dark.

Taking a deep breath, you laid down on your pillows, trying to relax your body. Running a hand over the t-shirt on your abdomen, up to your breasts, you felt your breathing start to slow. Your nipples were quick to perk up at the stimulation, so you pinched one experimentally, almost moaning out at the sensation.

Your nerves were on fire these days. The slightest brush against your skin made you feverish. You tried everything, from quitting cold turkey to bringing yourself to climax three or four times a day. Nothing was working.

So maybe this would.

You snaked your hand lower, falling into familiar routine. You had come to know your body well the last three months, knew exactly where to rub, where to pinch. As you toyed with your folds through your underwear, you imagined a different set of hands, larger and covered in ink. Unlike the other times, you allowed your fantasy to overtake you, gave yourself to it willingly.

“Nicholas.” You breathed, back arching ever so slightly.

There was a slight breeze, then a quiet gasp.

“Quite the show you’re putting on, doll. I suppose you didn’t say my name this time, either?”

You pulled your hand away from your core, scrambling to stand up. “No, I- I did.”

Nicholas’ face looked shocked for a millisecond, then an eyebrow was raised at you. “Oh?”

“I’m… I’m ready.” It didn’t sound convincing.

He scoffed. “Yeah, no thanks. Like I said, I’m not interested in forcing anyone-”

“Goddamnit, shut up.” You snapped. “I said I’m ready, okay? You said to come to you, so here I am. Unless you never planned on following through with it.” It was dangerous to goad him, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

His eyes were pitch black in an instant, staring you down. “Don’t joke about a demon’s word, doll. You’re not ready for that fight.”

Your hands shook, but you felt-

Mortification overcame you as you realized just what you felt.

Those dark eyes narrowed in on the single bead of slick that was rolling steadily down your leg. Cloud-grey eyes returned as realization dawned on him.

“You want me to debase you.” He took a step towards you as his words filled the room. “You want me to tie you up and have my way with you. Isn’t that right?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to admit the truth, but it was evident.

He inhaled deeply, taking another step towards you. His eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled slowly. “You smell ripe. You want this so badly, poor thing- you just can’t admit it to yourself.”

You pressed your legs together, trying to maintain some kind of decency.

He was in front of you now, close enough to touch if you were braver. “Beg for it. Beg, and I’ll give you anything you want, doll.”

Chest heaving with labored breaths, you gave in. “Please.” You whispered.

His hand- the hands you had been dreaming about for nine months- came up to grip your jaw. “I said beg.”

You crumbled. “Please, Nicholas, please, I’ll be so good-”

His grin was minatory as he brought his lips down to yours.

Your relief was immediate as you sagged into him, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to support you. He walked you backwards toward the bed, still kissing you furiously.

“How wet are you already, doll? I bet your little cunt is just soaked.” Breaking the kiss, he picked you up and set you on the bed, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you. “Tell me what you want.”

You panted, unable to form a sentence for a moment. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

He made a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue against his teeth. “Right, you’re just a helpless little virgin who hasn’t spent the last 9 months having vivid dreams about me fucking her.” He looked up at you through his lashes. “Tell me what you dreamed about.”

“Your hands.” You heard yourself say immediately.

He smirked again. “Oh yeah? What were my hands doing?”

You knew your face was crimson. “They… They were touching me.”

“Where?” The look he was giving you was too intense for you to maintain more than a few seconds.

“Um-” You hesitated.

“You can say it.” He urged, leaning in.

“My… my pussy.” You finished, staring at the ground.

“Do you want me to play with your pussy now?” He was still staring at you.

“Please.” You breathed, anticipation making your entire body tense.

“Good girl, so polite.” As you shivered at the praise, his eyes made their way down your body, to where your core was at eye-level for him. “If you want to stop, say so, is that clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Something dark flashed in his face, then he said, “Good girl.”

His hand came up to run a single digit along your slit, through your underwear. You shook involuntarily at the contact.

“Oh doll, you’re starved, aren’t you?” He murmured, almost to himself. “Let’s get these ruined panties off of you.”

You went to shift your weight so that you could shimmy the garment off, only to freeze as Nicholas tore through it like a piece of paper.

He didn’t even look apologetic. “Hope you didn’t like those too much.”

You didn’t have time to consider it as you realized your cunt was fully visible to him now, slick with your own juices.

He sighed as he stared at your core. “Women are the best thing that bastard ever accomplished.” Then he looked up at you. “I’m gonna use my mouth, that okay, doll?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was hoarse from disuse. You felt like you were vibrating in your skin.

He leaned in slowly, as if to not startle you, before running his tongue from your hole to your clit.

The moan you let out was guttural and animalistic.

“There it is.” He said quietly, before diving back into you.

Your head fell back onto the mattress as he lapped at your clit, tongue occasionally diving into your hole. Tears welled up in your eyes at the relief it brought, like jumping into a pool on a hot summer day. Your hands tangled in his long tresses, and he moaned against your pussy. Your hips were bucking into him involuntarily, your orgasm so close you could practically taste it. “Nicholas, I’m gonna- I’m so close-” You practically sobbed.

“Shh, I know, doll. Let it happen.” He said soothingly before going back to his ministrations. You came with a primal moan, back arching off of your sheets.

You were still panting when he stood up, surveying you. “All better?”

“Fuck me.” You demanded.

His expression went stoney. He leaned over until you were caged in by his arms on either side of you. “I don’t fuck demanding brats.”

You lost all your bravado. “Please?”

He sighed softly, but not sincerely. “How bad do you want it?”

You could have cried. “Please, I’m sorry Nicholas, I’ll be good, please fuck me- you don’t know how bad I need it-”

“I just had your greedy little unused hole grinding against my tonsils.” He sneered. “I know exactly how bad you need it.”

Your face went hot at the profane nature of his words- but he was right. He saw firsthand how bad you needed this. “Please.” Was all you said.

“Well, I guess since you’re asking so nicely.” He mocked as he stepped back, unbuckling his pants as he went. He slid off the trousers, his erection visible through his briefs. You suddenly felt nervous, looking at the size of him.

He stopped, seeing your expression. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just- is it gonna fit?”

He pulled the briefs down at last, finally freeing his cock. It was big- even by supernatural proportions. The tip was an angry shade of red, veins pulsating on the shaft. He huffed a laugh at your face, pulling his shirt off, too. “I bet we can find room.”

Your eyes devoured the tattoos that covered him, tracing the planes of his body as you went. You almost didn’t notice him slinking over to you, crawling onto the mattress in one, fluid motion, landing on top of you.

“I’m gonna touch you again, okay?” He looked at you expectantly.

You nodded. “Okay.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, tongue sliding against yours. You whimpered when his fingers were back on your pussy, running along the folds. As you adjusted to his touch, two fingers slipped inside your hole.

“Fuck you’re still so wet,” He muttered, rocking his fingers back and forth inside you. You gasped at the sensation, his fingers so much larger than your own. Moving his mouth down to your neck, he began scissoring his fingers, stretching you out- a preparation you were thankful for.

You felt your second orgasm approaching as he continued his movements, moans growing higher pitched. “Nicholas, I-”

“Think you can hold on?” He asked. It was a genuine question, you knew whatever answer you gave would be correct.

You considered it for a second. “Yeah, I can- I can wait.” Your legs were still beginning to tremble, though.

He placed a kiss on your temple, pulling his fingers out. “I’ll go slow, but we can stop if you want to.”

You nodded an affirmative. He stared at you blankly, and you remembered yourself. “Yes, sir.” He tapped your nose, a gesture that was oddly sweet, as he said “Good girl.”

You felt him line up with your entrance, the tip slowly sliding in. It was still a stretch- but you found that you liked it, liked the feeling of being filled up. He went slowly, thrusting shallowly, each time going a little deeper. You could hear the noises you were making, but couldn’t stop yourself from making them. He paused three-fourths of the way in.

“Doing okay?”

“Yes Nicholas, please don’t stop.” Came your gargled reply.

He smirked, thrusting a few more times until he was fully sheathed in you.

Your back arched clear off the bed as he bottomed out, his tip nestled against something inside you that made you feel feral.

“Like that, doll?” You could hear how smug he was.

“Please, Nicholas, please-” You whined.

“I know, pretty, I’ll give you what you need.” His hands tightened their grip on your waist as he pulled out and slid back in quickly. You let out another carnal wail, your hands coming around to grab at his shoulders. He pulled out again, slamming into you, continuing on until you felt like a puddle on the bed.

“So wet and tight for me, such a good girl.” He grunted as he fucked into you. You nodded pitifully, not sure why, lost in the pleasure. Over and over again he slid against that sweet spot inside you, making you feel like you were on fire. Your orgasm soon approached you like a freight train.

“Nicholas please, I need- I need to come-” You stammered, close to sobbing.

“I know, it’s so much, I know, you can come, doll.” His words opened a dam as your orgasm overcame you in a powerful wave, making you all but scream as he fucked you through it.

He pulled out shortly after, jerking himself to completion on your stomach. You were gasping for air, legs quivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm as hot ropes of come covered you.

You felt disgusting, in the most delicious way possible.

Nicholas disappeared around the corner, returning with a rag to clean you up. He had used hot water, you noted, so it was warm to the touch.

“So that’s a deal?” You asked when he had finished cleaning you.

He looked sad, but the expression was quickly gone. “I suppose it is.”

He set the rag on your bedside table, already going to collect his clothing.

“I have a question, before you disappear again.” You called over his shoulder.

“And what is your question?” He turned around to face you as he pulled on his briefs.

“If I wanted a Grammy,” You began, cocking your head to the side. “What would your rates be for that?”

He gave you a grin, understanding your implication immediately as he dropped his pants back onto the floor.

“I’d be open to negotiation of terms.” He murmured as he made his way back over to the bed, lips slotting against yours once more.

#nicholas ruffilo rpf #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens x reader #bad omens smut #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfic #nicholas ruffilo x reader #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo smut #nocturnal creatures

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eddiesbigolepp · 2 years

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i think were alone now

synopsis: eddie has to sneak around to his sweet little girlfriend, not that he minds anyway.

pairing: eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

warnings: swearing, cigarettes, eddie being a total corn dog.

word count: 749

a/n: heavily inspired by the song, i think were alone now by tiffany

the quick glances, and small smiles you sent each other were barely enough to get you through the day. keeping your relationship secret was tough, but the two of you agreed its what you wanted. it kept the eyes of the nosy hawkins high girls out of your life and the meddling hawkins high boys out of his. it was a win win.

today was odd though, you felt his eyes linger on you longer than usual and when you passed him in the hall he looked sad and a little lonely. lunch time was no better. as you pushed around the food on your plate, listening to chrissy ramble about what cheers to do at tomorrows game you saw him. looking at you. every few seconds you’d see his eyes flash over to yours through the sea of heads.

even his friends knew something was off when he didn’t yell once all lunch. they tried to engage in conversation with him, but all he would do is nod or stuff another fry into his mouth. he smiled once, when he saw you laugh at a joke the girls had made but thats about it. he left early, lunch box in tow as he busted through the doors of the cafeteria.

once the school bell rang, you bee-lined straight for your locker. ready to drop off your calculus text book and pick up your history one. when you open the door a piece of paper flutters out.

“meet me at my van. i know its sixth period and you really have to keep your grade up in history but, i miss you.

please come sweetheart im dyin’ here..

-eddie”

you giggle to yourself, folding the ripped page and holding it to your chest as you look around. the door to the lot was right there, no one would notice if you slipped away.

so you did.

you leave the building and start looking for that familiar van. its all the way at the end of the parking lot, and you roll your eyes knowing that he used it as bid excuse for being late this morning. by the time you make it, you see the back door of the van pulled open and him sitting on the ledge.

“oh thank god you made it,” he says standing up quickly to pull you into a hug. “if you didn’t come i don’t know what i would’ve done.” he mumbles into your hair.

“hello to you too!” you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “what’s up with you today, eddie? is everything okay?” you question, pulling your head back to look at his face.

“its nuthin’, i just missed my girlfriend.” he mutters, leaning in to kiss you, before you guys hear doors opening in the distance.

“sixth period gym,” you say, and he groans pulling away from your embrace. “they’ll see us if we stay here.” you frown, flattening the front of your cheer skirt.

“get in, lets go, hurry up, chop-chop,” he laughs pulling your door open and helping you into the passenger side seat. he walks around the front after closing both doors and hops in. “lets get out of here yeah?” he smiles and you lean over to kiss his cheek before he takes off.

when he puts the van in park, you’re confused. he parked on a dirt patch on the side of the road. “where are we?” you ask, hopping out of the van.

“somewhere special..” he smiles, grabbing your hand and guiding you through the forest into a clearing.

“whoa, thats huge!” you laugh running up to the large rock that sat at the middle of the clearing. you look back at him with the widest smile and it makes his heart melt.

“it’s skull rock, come here to smoke sometimes,” he says and you turn to him, “other people come here to make out,” he smirks and watches a blush rise on your face. theres a snap and your head whips around toward the noise.

“doll,” he says coming up behind you and grabbing your hand, “i think were alone now,” he chuckles pointing toward the rabbit that jumped out from behind the bushes.

“shutup,” you laugh, “i just don’t want anyone bothering us.” you mumble as he turns your body around to face his again.

“now where were we?” he says, holding your face with his right hand and holding your waist with his left and pulling you in for a kiss.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x cheerleader!reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson st4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things imagine #ST4

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e-dubbc11 · 6 months

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Winner Takes All

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Alludes to smexy time but PG-13 for the most part, playful banter, maybe a swear word or two, fluff (I know, I know Brock isn’t fluffy but it was a fun idea)

Word Count: 2.5k-ish

Summary: You challenge Brock to see who can put together a piece of furniture the fastest and have it stay together.

A/N: Ok, so a few weeks ago, I was watching Frank Grillo’s Insta stories and he was walking around Home Depot (his “favorite store” cuz he’s “old”🤣) and I thought to myself “Would Rumlow have any reason to walk around Home Depot?”

So of course I asked my dear friend Lily @munsonownsmyass what she thought, and she helped me come up with the above summary (and how salty he would be if he lost) So Lily, my love, thank you again for letting me bounce ideas off of you and helping me come up with them, you’re such a good friend. Dayum, I’m rambling again!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“What are those?” You asked him, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “And is this the reason you were up and out of the house so early this morning?”

Brock gazed at you with his honey colored eyes, the lines around them crinkled a little as he smiled at you. They were a little more prominent now but you loved them just the same.

“Well yeah, doll. I got up to make a run to the store to get those new nightstands you wanted.” He said with a furrowed brow, standing the boxes up on their sides.

Biting down on your lower lip, you tried to keep the smile from stretching across your lips. Brock Rumlow was tough and strong, he was commander of his STRIKE team at SHIELD, his actions were somewhat robotic at times, and he was rough around the edges.

But he was a little soft when it came to doing things for you. Some of the lines around his eyes came from you making him smile.

“Well, that must have looked really awkward holding onto them while riding the bike back home.” You joked.

Firmly pressing his lips together in a straight line, he glared at you and tried his hardest not to smile but failed miserably.

“Well, aren’t you just full of jokes this morning huh sweetheart?” He said. “I had hoped to have them put together before you got up but they’re heavier than they look.”

You took one of the boxes from him and set it in the middle of the room where there was plenty of open space.

“Ok, well let me help you. It will go much faster if we do it together.” You said.

A smirk played across his lips as he scratched the back of his neck.

“We?” He questioned.

Folding your arms across your chest, you scowled at him.

“Uh, yeah that’s what I said, Rumlow—WE!”

Brock chuckled.

You continued to narrow your eyes at him while your arms were folded protectively across your chest.

“Something funny about that?” You asked.

“No offense, doll but I’ve only ever seen you fix your glasses when the screw pops out. And when you want something hung on the wall, you always ask me to do it.” He said.

You narrowed your eyes at him again.

“So clearly, I know how to use a screwdriver and did it ever occur to you that maybe I just like watching you do it? Hmmm?” You said, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Fixing a pair of glasses is a little easier than putting together a piece of furniture, sweetheart.” Brock said.

“It doesn’t look that difficult, Brock.” You said.

Closing the gap between your bodies, Brock inched toward you. The raspy tone to his voice always turned you on even with the doubt dripping from his lips.

He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he leaned in to kiss you. When his lips captured yours, they felt cool and a little dry. The early morning air outside must be a little chilly.

“So you like watching me, huh doll?” He asked.

“Alright, don’t let it go to your head Rumlow. Also, in case you forgot, my father is a carpenter so I know a lot more than you think I do. So what do you say to a little wager?” You asked with a slight smile.

You knew Brock could never resist a bet.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked.

Your forefinger grazed the stubble on his cheek and along his chiseled jawline.

“I bet that I can put my nightstand together faster than you can.” You stated with a devilish smile.

His amber colored eyes were beautiful in the morning sunlight as they glossed over you from head to toe. He brushed the stubble on his cheek as he pondered for a brief moment before answering you. Brock definitely thought he could finish before you.

“Ok y/n. You got yourself a bet.” He said with a sly smile.

“GREAT!! Hang on, I’ll be right back.” You said excitedly as you walked to the hall closet. Brock heard you move a few things around before hearing the door close. He watched as you walked back to the living room carrying a tool box…your toolbox. Your father had given it to you when you moved out.

He always said that you should have your own tools so they were your “going away” present. He had even given you a really nice drill set so you had everything you needed to put that nightstand together.

“What are the terms?” Brock let his voice drop to a whisper.

You looked up at him through your long dark lashes and snaked your arms around his neck as his rough hands glided down your ribcage to firmly rest on your hips.

He had desire in his eyes that only you could fulfill and only he could satisfy the growing ache between your thighs which is why you had to think of the terms of the bet quickly before tearing each other’s clothes off in the middle of the living room.

Biting down on your lower lip, one corner of your mouth turned up revealing a slight smile, you said, “Well, if I win…you take me to that restaurant I’ve been wanting to go to but you refuse to take me because you have to wear a tie.”

Brock captured your lips again which made you weak in the knees before asking, “And if I win?”

Pushing yourself up onto your toes, you nibbled on his earlobe before whispering, “I’ll give you a full body massage, while wearing a new piece of lingerie.”

“Red lingerie?” He asked.

You gave him a warm smile.

“You want it to be red, baby?” You asked.

He nodded, slowly.

“Then red you shall have…IF you win!” You emphasized.

Brock extended his hand for you to shake.

“Deal.”

You gripped his hand and shook it firmly.

“Deal.” You said.

He held up his forefinger.

“Before we start, you have to change, doll.” He stated.

You looked down at your sleep clothes and back up to meet his gaze to ask, “Why? What’s wrong with this?”

“Because I ain’t gonna be able to concentrate if you’re in short shorts and a tank top. Go change, please.”

You rolled your eyes a little as you headed for the bedroom to change.

“And not the textured leggings either!” He shouted after you.

“Damn.” You mumbled to yourself, he knew you too well. “FINE!!!” You shouted back.

You walked back into the living room wearing regular leggings, an oversized sweatshirt, and your hair pulled back.

Extending your arms out to the side, you asked him, “Is this better?”

He pressed his lips together and shrugged a little. “Well, you still look adorable but it is less distracting.” Said Brock.

“Great, can we finally get started now?” You asked, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

He chuckled. “Yeah, sweetheart. Let’s do it.”

Very meticulously, you took everything out of the box and separated all of the pieces by material, and put the hardware in a tray so you wouldn’t lose any of it.

Brock, on the other hand, dumped everything out of the box, and started trying to put pieces together while you sat, looked over the instructions and took out the few tools you would need to put it together.

You could see Brock starting to get frustrated, not being able to find pieces of hardware he just haphazardly discarded onto the floor as a wry smile slowly stretched across your lips.

You were trying hard not to laugh as you wrapped the magnetic band around your wrist that would hold your hardware pieces so you’d have easy access to them.

You started to have that feeling that someone was watching you and it was a good thing your back was turned toward Brock, otherwise he would catch you cracking a smile.

“How ya doin’, baby?” You asked, already knowing exactly how he was doing.

Brock grunted and his voice sounded extra raspy when he answered. “Oh I’m doin’ just fine, sweetheart…just fine.”

Glancing over in your direction, he looked to see what page of the instructions you were on as he tried not to get caught doing so.

Sometimes he had a hard time holding onto the small screws in between his thick fingers, dropping one after another and you could hear it hit against the hard wood floor, curse words escaping his lips as he tried to pick them up while holding a piece of the nightstand in place.

After he started actually reading the instructions, Brock worked fast and came close to catching up to you but you were very close to being done. You just had one more screw to put in.

“DONE!!” You yelled.

Brock huffed and finished putting his nightstand together shortly after you completed yours. “The print on these instructions is really small.”

You took a small jab at him. “Awww, you need glasses to see the words, old man?”

“Ya know I don’t think I like you’re tone. You’re supposed to respect your elders, doll.” He said sarcastically.

“You’re not THAT much older than I am, Rumlow. And don’t be salty about losing…to a woman.” You started to laugh.

“Alright, alright. This isn’t over yet, we still have to see if they stand up and can hold weight.” He said.

Peeking down at the floor, you noticed he had some leftover hardware.

“Brock, you didn’t use all of your hardware?” You asked.

He looked down at the loose screws on the floor and replied, “They always give you extra anyway. I didn’t need them.”

“You didn’t NEED them? Baby, I used all of mine…yes, you do need them.” You said.

Brock carried both nightstands into the bedroom, placed yours on your side of the bed and his on his side of the bed. His looked like it leaned a little to the left but you didn’t mention it to him.

Now it was time to see if they hold weight. You took everything off of your old nightstand to put on your new one, books, hand lotion, lip balm, a lamp, and a few other things. Brock didn’t have much to put on his except a lamp and maybe a phone charger but you wanted to see if his would hold up as well by putting something heavy on top.

When you placed the lamp on his nightstand, you thought you saw it move a little more to the left and he tried to stop you from placing a few of your books on top.

“Whoa, wait a minute, y/n. Those are YOUR books, not mine!” He exclaimed.

“Uh yeah, but we still have to see if yours will stand up.” You narrowed your eyes at him and pointed your finger at his chest. “Are you afraid it’s not going to hold up if I put these books on top?” You asked with a slight head tilt.

“Of course it will hold.” He tried to say with confidence.

You gently placed the books on top and watched the nightstand lean all the way to the left before the leg fell off and the lamp crashed to the floor. Thankfully, it wasn’t broken.

Firmly pressing your lips together, you tried to hold in your laughter.

“Ok, so maybe I did need ALL of the hardware.” He said, hanging his head in disappointment. “Well I won’t doubt your skills ever again, doll. I’m impressed. I guess you win.”

“Do you want me to get you a new tie to wear?” You chuckled.

Brock rolled his eyes and with his signature grumpy look on his face, pulled your flush to his chest, the gold in his eyes reflecting as the sun shone in through the bedroom window.

Despite being rough around the edges, he really was very handsome and even more so when he smiled which wasn’t very often but he did when he was with you.

He tried distracting you by capturing your lips once again and parting them with his tongue so it could twist and knot with yours. His calloused hands lifted your sweatshirt slightly so his fingers could run up and down your spine causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Brock suddenly knocked you off of your feet and you both tumbled onto the bed. You let out a little yelp before his lips collided with yours again.

“Are you trying to distract me, so I’ll forget about dinner? Because it’s not working.” You said.

“Eh, I thought I’d give it shot…alright, alright I’ll wear the stupid tie.” Said Brock.

“Good. And who knows, maybe you’ll get your massage anyway…after you fix the nightstand.” You said softly into his ear and gently running your fingers through his hair.

He pulled the sweatshirt over your head, inched his way down your body, kissing in between your breasts, nipping at the supple skin of your stomach, stopping right above your core and asked, “Well, what if I give you a massage right now…with my tongue?”

His question sent shivers down your spine.

“I say…you gotta deal, baby.”

Winner’s night out before dinner

“Front and center, Rumlow! Lemme see it!” You shouted from the living room.

Brock emerged from the bedroom wearing a blue suit, light blue shirt, and a blue and white striped tie. Sitting on the couch in your navy blue sheath dress, suddenly you clenched your thighs together and felt your stomach drop.

His face was contorting in different ways to let you know how uncomfortable he was as he adjusted his tie and the cuffs on his dress shirt.

A long drawn out whistle fled your lips and you said sarcastically, “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave, I’m expecting my boyfriend any minute now. He’s sexy but not THIS sexy!” You started to chuckle. “Turn around and lemme see your butt in those pants.”

“Are you finished?” He asked, trying not to smile.

You snaked your arms around his neck and played with his hair while he continued to squirm and writhe.

“I hate this, doll.” He said, pouting a little.

“But you look so hot, baby.” You said.

Brock’s mouth split into a shy smile as you placed your hand on top of his tie and looking up at him through your long lashes, you said, “And besides…you lost.”

You tilted your head back to let out a loud laugh and he hated that you were playfully taunting him with your victory.

“Uh huh, yeah well I fixed the nightstand, I put this tie on, and I look good in this suit.” He said.

Brock wrapped his arms around your waist, his fingers grazing the top of your ass while he looked you up and down.

“What are you fishing for, Brock?” You asked. “I never promised you anything…you did lose the bet.”

“You’re right, I did lose. You look beautiful, sweetheart.” And he kissed the tip of your nose.

You gave him a warm smile.

“Thank you baby! Now let’s go, I’m hungry and who knows…maybe I have something on underneath this dress you might like.” You said with a wink.

A devilish smirk played across Brock’s lips.

“Is it red?” He asked.

You peered over your shoulder after slipping on your coat and said, “Maybe.”

Others that might enjoy: @munsonownsmyass @fluffyprettykitty @itwasthereaminuteago @redstarsandnightmares @k-marzolf @randomlittleimp @gijos @nutmeg17

If I tagged you and you didn’t want to be, just let me know and I’ll never do it again. As always, thank you again for reading!

#brock rumlow #brock rumlow x reader #brock rumlow x female reader #brock rumlow x fanfic #brock rumlow x fanfiction

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tiffyfoundsomething · 11 months

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Lady Doolli

I’ve mentioned before that I like blind box toys and ball jointed dolls and now I’m in trouble because there are blind box ball jointed dolls out there.

Lady Doolli is blind boxed but is NOT a BJD though she’s in a similar style. I’d seen these on Amazon for a while and was curious but only recently decided to give one a try.

There is 1 skintone, 6 different hair styles/colors, and it looks like maybe 2 eye colors.

There are also 6 possible outfits.

The dolls and clothing are separate, but are each $26 and both are in the same listing here: https://amzn.to/3OrhHsk

The box is small and cute with a lot of pictures and writing on it, especially making a point to let you know there’s no second outfit in here and they must be bought separately.

The outfits are packed in a little paperboard box shaped like a garment bag. It says 2022 Spring, so I wonder if there are many other outfit sets that have been released.

To be honest, I don’t care for any of these outfits, really. Figured I should get one to review, at least.

Both the doll and outfit are packed in these silver foil bags inside the boxes. There’s no plastic shell or anything to hold their position in the packaging. They’re just loose in there.

I got dark, long hair with a side part with blue and purple eyes, and almost missed the tiny little bag of extra hands inside the silver bag. She does come already dressed in the pajamas.

I tried to get a good photo of the face screening but my phone is a potato. There’s a good amount of detail with a simple layout. She has eyeshadow, blush on the cheeks, chin, nose, and brows, a little lip line to separate her lips... It’s a cute face, but I do prefer my dolls to not look sad or startled.

She does have rooted hair which is silky and smooth. It’s a little stiffer than Kiwi nylon (Rainbow High) while still being soft.

She also has a couple paint spots on her face that look to be from the eyebrow paint.

The rooting isn’t super dense in some areas.

Her head is harder than a Barbie’s head but is squishable to a degree so her eyes could be removed and replaced with some heat and her hair could be rerooted if you wanted.

Hair drop on a new doll head is normal. This looks like a plug or two which didn’t get anchored.

I’m impressed with the posing. The joints are stiff enough to hold a pose but easy to move other than her hips which take a little bit more pressure, and have a high range of motion.

The torso joints aren’t as mobile as the arms and legs, though.

Her head can look up and down or tilt left and right depending on how you turn the neck joint which is a simple hinged ball.

The backs of the knees...

All of the jointing reminds me of Figmas.

Honestly I feel like the body alone is worth the $26 price tag, AND you get a rooted head with quality hair and inset eyes, a pair of pajamas, and an extra pair of hands.

Neither outfit that I have has any sort of closures or openings so you do need to remove the head and hands to dress her.

Getting the hands on and off is difficult

Turns out there’s a LOT of flash on her wrist pegs. I did go in and clean that off. There was a good sized bit on her neck ball, too.

Heat up the hands, though, and they go on and off pretty easily.

As for the outfit.

Silver bag again.

I couldn’t get this headband to stay on her hair because it’s satin and her hair is satiny smooth, but it does have a wire in the “ears” so you can pose it as you wish.

......

LOOK AT THESE TINY LITTLE SHOES!

They have stitches, laces, tongues, glued on rubbery soles with IN SCALE texture on the bottom...

They went on a lot more easily than I expected them to OVER her socks. I did need to get a little stick to pull the back of the heel out and over the doll’s heels. Other than that, easy-easy.

I also didn’t even try to extract and tie the laces. They looked really short and I have poor motor control, so I opted to just shove her feet in there with the laces tucked inside.

The outfit came with shorts, a one-piece sweater and shirt combo, and some long socks. The socks aren’t hemmed but everything else is. Again, no closures, not even an elastic waistband on the shorts. The shorts were a little difficult to put on.

All of the fabrics are soft and despite the sweater having a feelable texture, it’s not rough or scratchy so it’s not kicking off my texture-BAD senses.

Action pose! FWIP!

She can’t quite pull of Sailor Moon’s signature pose.

Here she is next to some other blind box BJD (the others really are BJD). They all could certainly share clothes despite Doolli’s longer, thinner body.

From left to right:

Penny’s Box Antu Natural Wonderland - https://amzn.to/3IqKfOz

SimonToy Teenar Campus Series - https://amzn.to/3IlnGLl

Lady Doolli and outfit pack - https://amzn.to/3MiOflA

Come4Free Bonnie Journey of Streets - https://amzn.to/42QlMKG

While I do feel that the quality of Lady Doolli is in line with the price (all together she costs $52), and am impressed with, basically, everything about her, I don’t feel a need to buy another. Out of all of the blind box BJD I’ve tried (not pictured here is the Penny’s Box centaurs), the only one I’ve wanted more than one of was Bonnie. I have three.

#bjd #blind box #blind box bjd #lady doolli #product review #affiliate links

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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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Imagine celebrating Christmas with Bucky

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

It's your first Christmas together in your shared apartment, and you are super excited because you love the holiday

Bucky doesn't really show it just yet, but he loves how excited you get about all the decorations

"OH. MY. GOD. Bucky, look at this reindeer! Can you believe it?! They have a real reindeer!"

"I bet the reindeer can't believe it either."

"Shut up."

And when you passed the tree that ended up being brought into your home, he made sure to draw your attention to it because it was so tall, you'd definitely need help decorating the top branches

It ended up being too big, and you had to cut off some of it to make it fit, but Bucky wouldn't have changed it for the word if it meant he'd see that smile of yours when you saw it all over again

He lifts you onto his shoulder to decorate the tree, and he might even distract you a bit because he really enjoys having his head between your thighs (ohhh naughty Bucky) and drawing out the time you need to hang the ornaments seemed like the perfect plan

The evenings of the days leading up to Christmas, you have Bucky catching up with all the classic Christmas movies

And even though they are not his favorite (movies in general) he enjoys being snuggled up with you under a pile of fuzzy blankets

You even baked cookies with him and had to find out that Bucky is quite the skilled baker (though you still decorate them better)

At one point, you tried to get him to go ice skating with you, but that's where he drew the line

So it's just all really cozy and enjoying the season inside, but you're not complaining

Still, when the first snowflakes fall, you drag him out to the street before enjoying his warmth in your shared bed again

just imagine the soft mornings embraced in each other while the cold is rioting outside the windows, the room has gotten cooler but Bucky is so warm 😍☺️

"Good morning, beautiful. What Christmas activity do you have planned for today?"

"Just staying in your arms all day."

"That sounds perfect."

By this time, Bucky would actually get excited about everything you want to do with him for the holidays

And while he wouldn't admit it, he came to love the season more and more ever since he got to spend it with you 💕

You initially agreed to not get each other presents because the move had been expensive enough and "having you in my life is the best gift I could ever ask for" but you failed to keep that promise

So when Christmas morning came and you and Bucky are having breakfast in matching plaid pajamas, you get a little box from beneath the table and watch as his eyes widen in awe

"I thought-"

"I know, but... I saw this, and it made me think of you."

Bucky had never really gotten a Christmas present before. Back in the 40s his family barely had any money to eat every day, so presents were a rare occasion

Getting a present from you is both unexpected and incredibly meaningful to him

He opens the little box and laughs when he pulls out a golden maneki-neko ornament

"Like the one from the restaurant-"

"We first met. Yeah, I remember."

He moves around the table and kisses you

"It's the best gift ever. Thank you so much, doll."

You walk up to the tree and watch him hang the ornament before he pulls you into his side and admires the beautiful decorations

"I'm so glad you're here with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

a/n: Merry Christmas to everyone that celebrates, and happy couple days off for everyone that doesn't (or not, I don’t know where you are in the world 💞)! This year has been so amazing - I had so much fun interacting with you and really starting to write again. Thank you for liking and reposting and commenting and just being your awesome selves. You are amazing, and I appreciate you so much! I hope the next year has just as much in store for us as this one did. I'm not sure if I'll have time to post next week, but if I don't, I'll be seeing you next year with more fun imagines. I have some projects coming that I am very excited about. Until then, stay obsessed! Much love, Meg❁

taglist: @4buckyb @almosttoopizza @royalwritersoftheuniverses @circe143 @valkyrie418 @mirikusashes

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #winter soldier imagine #james bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #the winter soldier x you #winter soldier fluff #bucky barnes headcanon #m shorts

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underlockv · 1 year

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I recently made a gift for Hocus' birthday and I forgot to post about it here until now! Behold, The Unofficial Unlicensed Talking Magnetic Karl Heisenberg Plush!

More pics and info under the cut!

I've made dolls like this in the past, and had a pattern for it, but this project took me a while. Partially as he was hand sewn (and hand embroidered) and I have a mild hand tremor, partially because I kept adding stuff to him and making him more detailed as I went along (so much so he was late for birthday, sorry Hocus!) but I'm glad Hocus likes him thats the most important part! He wasn't entirely a surprise because I had said I wanted to make him for them, but I think maybe they weren't expecting how overboard I went on the project (nor was I! I just kept having ideas).

I really wanted to be able to make an alternate outfit for Karl based on a fanfic my friend wrote so I made a base doll body and then made Karl's clothes with a bunch of little buttons and snaps. The shirt buttons are decorative (made of sculpey, I couldn't find small enough regular ones) and it has a hook and loop (velcro) tab on the inside. The pants are a combo of this and some snaps. The belt has snaps but technically works like a real belt and then the undershirt also has snaps as do the "boots". His necklace accessories (sculpey, wire, paint) just tie on and off loosely with strings of embroidery thread. The hat has a cardboard/maskingtape base for shape and just an eyeballed-pattern sewn around it (I think it turned out nice!)

(this is prior to me adding his scars in embroidery thread).

The Glasses though are attached with his second feature

I knew I wanted to add some semi powerful magnets to his hands so he could pick up metal objects because that just MAKES SENSE with Karl's powers. I also made him his hammer (paper mache, paint and sculpey again) and added in a magnet to it's handle (as I wasn't working with actual metal for it lol, but I forgot to photograph it before I sent him off) . But in the process of doing that I realized if I attached some magnets on the inside of his head I could also make glasses that snap on and off, and that solved the issue of them staying in place.

Third feature: HE TALKS! Yes, just as advertised on the box if you squeeze him he says a voice line. Just one voice line really, but it's a long one. I'd argue it's probably the most important line he says in the game that really decides his fate with our protagonist (not in his favour, unfortunately). I used a voice recorder for plush toys that allows up to 20 second recordings. one of the unlisted features is there is a zipper on his back so they can take the recorder out for battery replacement, or to rerecord the message if desired.

POV: you're about to go in the hole (I only took a vid for this in the middle stage lmao). The last part of the manual goes over the alternate outfit and then includes a personal message for Hocus I won't show here. The alt outfit, is like I said before, based on a fanfic. But it's actually the unpublished portion of Hocus' long running fic series so its technically SPOILERS. I may post about it later because I actually tea-dyed fabric while making it and it was a more involved process than expected lmao. I hope you enjoyed reading about all the details of this ridiculous project! Oh! btw the box is actually the box the Chris statue came in for the RE8 collector edition. I bought it a few months ago from ebay (found a good deal!), and inspiration struck when I realized I still had it so thats why Karl got an official looking unofficial box lmao. I just cut chris' face off it for the window haha.

#karl heisenberg #resident evil village #re8 #lord heisenberg #resident evil fanart #I went overboard #I hope you like him #biohazard

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taybatwo2 · 1 month

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Lenore Loomington Review Part 1 of 2

I already did a preliminary post on here where I compared her price point to other Monster High dolls and delved into some head cannon to try and tie down her design choices and give her personality (I want to pretend she’s worth $81.95 by getting really attached to her….)

Here she is in box! She came in really quickly. Her box has some really bright hot pink and teal and has a plastic slip cover with more teal designs on the outside. Good news: she already looks better than her promo pics, but her shimmery skin is a bitch to try and photograph.

Box photos and accessory break downs under the cut:

Trippy. :) The right side of the box. I like the effect, I just wish that the colors or the imagery tied more in with the character’s design.

The left side of the box has her name in a nice, specialized font.

The back has a poem on it saying that Lenore followed a light to a spooky garden full of strange creatures and plants, decided to stay (with some “persistence”) and she died, becoming a ghost. Well, that’s a start of something. The artwork on the back is fine too. The most interesting thing from this art is seeing the color differences in the art vs the doll (especially the shoes; seen here as a more lavender/duller color vs the brighter magenta that is seen on the doll).

A close up of the poem, the signature, and a bit of the artwork. The more I look at what I thought were vines on her accessories, might all be dewy spiderwebs….?

You can actually make out the detailed sculpting on the flowers better in this artwork than the actual pieces themselves (which is odd as I usually think that Mattel has the better sculpts when compared to competing companies).

The top of her box is also decorated.

Okay, now let’s rip this bad boy open.

Here’s the Certificate of Authenticity, taped to the back of the inside sleeve the doll is strapped to. They got specialty textured paper for this, but it feels thinner than the usual paper-board thick ones.

Here is the inner sleeve. It actually looks a bit menacing and it reminds me of looking at photo negatives.

Here’s a cute little rat, hiding in the corner, and the poem is also written in parts on the right hand side of the sleeve.

And here she is out of the box and after I ran a metal comb through her hair. Her hair is soft saran and is a bit fuzzy on the ends.

Let’s look at what she comes with…

Here is her unnamed spider pet….? Captor?? Accessory maker…? The candles are not removable, but at least it’s a different sculpt than the other spider pets of Monster High.

(Webby from G2; credits to Serendipity Doll Boutique for Memphis Longlegs and BuzzyLittleBee for the G3 Tarantula pic).

She also comes with a very tall, sparkly stand….and I get why it’s tall (so she can float) but it makes her hard to fit on my shelf, the bracket wants to bunch up her dress and my doll sinks farther down the stand once she is clipped onto it.

Here is her major “purse-akin” accessory. It has some cute detailing on it and it’s made of a really light plastic. Actually most of the plastic accessories feel like the really light plastic found on cheaper toys. I was expecting the plastic to be heavier and/or more rubbery (like the chains used in the Haunted Line). The spiderwebs are removable and the candle glows in the dark (which is a really nice detail).

Okay, her earrings!

They have the eyeball pansies on top (they’re kinda hard to make out). And dripping candles under it. Sadly, their flames do not glow in the dark.

Here is the head piece. It’s connected to a headband and it also doesn’t glow in the dark (booooo). It’s an odd size and I feel like the spiderweb should have either been much bigger or much smaller (like stopping at the inner spoke of the spiderweb).

Everyone (me too, not going to lie) was giving her crap for having hot pink, blobby looking shoes. And honestly, that’s because the photos for it were meh and the color was also….a choice….but I ended up liking them more than I thought I would.

The eyeball pansies shoe clip-on remind me of the Bloom and Gloom shoes (see Jane’s shoes? that hibiscus POPS in comparison to the mold Lenore was given)….but not executed as well. The sculpt on the flowers are really flat and blend in with one another. :/

Okay, now what shoes sculpt is hiding behind there???

Look at that hidden detail! The buttons have little button holes, all the little frills and stitching and all that filigree detail on the back of the boots….if only it was PAINTED….

The spectral waves on the bottom of her shoes are reminiscent of Art Class Draculaura’s paint shoes (credit for image: CoyoteCrowCollectables).

From her boots that I was pleasantly surprised with, to my least favorite piece from her: her belt…chest thing…

Again, the flowers don’t really pop out in the sculpt and it sits really baggy on her in random spots, it just doesn’t seem to lay well on her and needed a few more tweaks.

Now that her accessories are looked at, the next part of my review will focus on her dress(s) and comparisons to other Monster High dolls.

#monster high #aleta’s toys #doll collecting #monster high doll #dollbr #monster high dolls #doll collector #Lenore Loomington #Monster High skullector #mattel #monster high lenore #monster high g1 #doll review

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 7 months

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The right tune

Iruma practiced on his piano... it was difficult when he first started. You wanted to stuff cotton in your ears. But you were a good parent who could get through even Clara's strange music. Like hell, you were going to let an off-key piano beat you.

You watched as Kalego hounded your son. (Pun intended) You knew his reputation was on the line but still. He could be a little... softer when explaining, in your opinion, at least.

"Mmm, maybe he should try something different." You said casually. Both teacher and student looked at you. "He's going to be stiff and going through the motions if he keeps playing the same song over and over again."

Iruma seemed curious, and Kalego had a thoughtful look on his face. As if he was going over the pros and cons in his mind. "It can still be a song about love... but maybe something more from an adolescent point view." You suggested.

Kalego eyes you. "What do you have in mind?" You pulled out a notebook and began writing down lyrics. Kalego walks over and watches over your shoulder as you explain.

"This will be less complicated to keep track of it's a duet and the tune remains the same. The second person doesn't chime in for the first half but slowly adds building up in the empty slots of the song."

"The lyrics leave something to be desired." He says flatly. "I told you it's more adolescent besides you have to admit these lyrics are perfect for Iruma!" The brooding demon scoffs but doesn't argue.

"Baby, let's try this, ok?" You set the lyrics down in front of Irumas sheet music. "It's okay to be stiff and awkward for the first half it actually helps to drive the point of the lyrics."

You back away and slide the coffee table into the middle of the room. Standing on top of it, you got into a pose and smiled. "Go ahead, Iruma!" Iruma eyes the new page a moment before the soft and awkward plink of the keys starts.

☆What do you see~ You people gazing at me~ you see a doll on a music box that's wound by a key~☆ You kept your movements slow and awkward as you slowly spun in a circle. Iruma giggles and continues playing.

☆How can you tell~ I'm! Under a spell~ I'm! Waiting for loves~ first kiss☆ The jerking motions you made to the music worked for any mishaps Iruma had while playing. He soon found the rhythm.

☆You can not see~ how much I long to be free~ turning around on this music box that's wound by a key~☆

The music slowed down, and you smiled. ☆Yearning~ Yearning~ While! I'm! Turning around and around.☆ You slowed your spins and returned to the original position.

Kalego grumbled as he advanced towards you. Probably having already remembered the silly lines you scribbled on the page. The music started from the top.

☆What do you see~ You people gazing at me~☆ ♤Truly scrumptious, You're truly truly scrumptious♤ The way he walked about you avoiding your limbs as he moved counterclockwise to your turns was perfect.

☆You see a doll on a music box that's wound by a key☆ ♤Scrumptious as a cherry peach parfait♤ You could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to strangle you and you tried really hard to stay in character. The mention of food made Irumas eyes widen, though. So maybe you hit a breakthrough.

☆How can you tell~ I'm! Under a spell~ I'm! Waiting for love's~ first kiss!☆ ♤When~ You're near me, it's so delicious. Honest truly, you're the answer to my wishes.♤

He successfully managed to grab your waist as you both slowly turned in different directions. Smooth. You narrowed your eyes slightly at the pompous smirk.

☆You can not see~ How much I long to be free~☆ ♤Truly scrumptious though I may seem presumptuous♤ He started to slow down more with you as you were nearing the end.

☆Turning around on this music box, that's wound by a key~☆ ♤Never~ never~ ever~ go away~♤ He drifts a little from you and gets on one knee.

☆Yearning~☆ ♤My heart beats so unruly~♤ ☆Yearning~☆ ♤Because I love you truly~♤ Absolutely thrilling to see a prideful demon like Kalego on his knees, reaching for you with supposed longing as the music died away.

☆While! I'm! Turning around and around☆ ♤Honest truly I do.♤ You finish in your original position. Iruma stares at both of you! "I GET IT NOW!"

The fire in his eyes startles both of you as he attempts Lilliths Red Carpet again. There are fewer mistakes, and the transition is smoother. You give Kalego a smug smirk. He rolls his eyes.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #iruma suzuki #kalego sensei #naberius kalego #chitty chitty bang bang #songfic

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aureatchi · 2 months

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ᥫ᭡. FROM CHŪYA NAKAHARA, TO: SILVER! @silverbladexyz

AUREATCHI’S VALENTINES EVENT ⋆˙⟡♡

ᰔᩚ p.s. from reverie. i had so ideas for this, yours was so fun to do hehe !! also that’s so cool you want to learn the guzheng <3

read your letter below… ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

: WHAT MAKES THE TWO OF YOU PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER? ♡.°⑅

chuuya is probably the most loyal person you could ever meet. that definitely draws you to him because not many people are like that.

you are also a good match for him because you’re able to handle his…anger issues. you hold more patience than most, so you’re able to stay by his side until he’s able to calm down. however, chuuya obviously knows he’s so lucky to have someone like you, so he tries not to get mad so much or violently take it out. he would never hurt you, by the way, but he hates you even witnessing it.

chuuya is a gift giver, and you’ll definitely be receiving many pieces of jewelry. if he catches you looking at a necklace with interest or a few earrings in your online shopping cart, best know he’ll be surprising you with a present the following week. he’ll even buy a few matching pieces so you two can have pairs!

he CERTAINLY has good fashion taste too (i’ve been saying this since this work), so you’ll always have eyes on the both of you whenever you go out together. the ginger will also spoil you on shopping!! so be prepared to buy whatever articles of clothing you want.

be careful if you tease him. because he will always win the flirting game and leave you in a flustered mess—that’s exactly what he wants.

"Have we met? Because you look exactly like my next partner."

"Shut up, Chuu," you replied, straightening his tie. As you two were getting ready for a fancy dinner party, you had been going back and forth with telling each other silly pick-up lines.

"How do I look?" Chuuya asked when you finished. You two were glammed out to the max.

"Amazing," you giggled as you stepped back to admire the ginger and his complete outfit. "How about me?"

"Super badass for sure, doll," he replied with a handsome smile. You decided to do something different and show up in a blazer and dress pants, contrasting the others who were going to wear dresses. "But hmm...something's missing."

"Really?" You walked over to the mirror in the room, observing yourself. "What else do I need?" You touched the bare spot above your chest. You still needed to put on a necklace.

"Oh! I know what." Without saying, you moved over to your vanity to pick out a piece that matched your outfit, but Chuuya stopped you.

"Hm?" you asked.

"No need to look, I have something fit for the occasion." With that, Chuuya pulled out a new jewelry box.

Your lover certainly had a good taste for all things style, just like you. When you opened the box, you were greeted by a necklace that seemed could only work with your outfit━it was perfect.

"Hold up your hair for me." Chuuya helped place it around your neck. "There we go. You look ready to take over the world."

"Only if you do it with me," you chuckled, looking into his azure eyes. "Wait. I just thought of something."

"Go on." He smirked.

"Do you have a map? I just got lost...in your eyes."

"If you were a flower, you'd be a daaaaamn-delion."

"Okay, that one was kinda funny. But not enough to embarrass me."

He took your hand in his. "Hah. I know something that will."

"Try me," you replied, with a hint of hesitance.

"Nah, I'll save it for later. But I heard you singing in the shower earlier. You're so cute. And you have a really nice voice."

"Oh..." Now, that made you all shy. Were you really being that loud?

: OH, A NOTIFICATION? LOOK, LOOK! HE TAGGED YOU! ft. after a date…

#° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . reverie’s valentine assortment

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minaramen · 1 year

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Momo - 16 Idol Album - Part 2: The radio calisthenics day from my memories

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[Disclaimer: I’m NOT a professional translator. I’m using my knowledge from 4 years of university. Please, feel free to let me know if you notice mistranslation/typo/error of any kind]

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*Momo’s room*

Ruri: Ah! Momo, you went back to sleep!! You were awake a moment ago!

Momo: Mmh…I’m still sleepy…let me sleep one more minute…

Ruri: It’s the third time I wake you up! How can you still be sleepy after washing your face and your teeth?

Ruri: I thought you were looking forward to today's radio calisthenics? Did you forget what you kept telling everybody yesterday evening? “I’m gonna wake up tomorrow morning, just be sure to call me!”

Momo: I remember, but…

Ruri: We’re leaving in 30 minutes! I won’t come to wake you up again!

Momo: ….! Wait, don’t go..! I’m coming..!

Ruri: Ah, you’re suddenly out of bed. Stretch yourself a little bit, if you feel sleepy!

Momo: Okay..!

Ruri: It must be difficult for a sleepy head like you, but you must do your best! The radio calisthenics will be over soon!

Momo: Yes! Are you friends coming today, Ruri-nee?

Ruri: They are! And I already told you not to call me “Ruri-nee” but “onee-chan”!

Momo: But, why? Mum and dad call you “Ruri” as well, don’t they?

Momo: I want to call you by name as well!

Ruri: What I don’t like, I don’t like!

Ruri: You probably don’t know this, but people at elementary school call their siblings “Onii chan” and “Onee chan”

Momo: Really?

Ruri: Yes! So..I’d like to be called “Onee chan” as well

Momo: Uhm. Is “Onee chan” okay, then?

Ruri: Yeah! And it sounds cooler, somehow!

Momo: Okay, I’ll do my best to call you that…

Ruri: Hooray! Thank you, Momo!

Momo: If it makes you happy..

Momo: I can’t wait to meet your friends, Onee chan!

Ruri: Do you like my friends that much?

Momo: Yeah!

Momo: They all say how much they like you! I’m happy to hear that!

Ruri: Momo…

Ruri: They like you as well, Momo! They told me that! They say you’re a cute, lively kid!

Ruri: I even showed off a little bit when they told me they were jealous I had you as a brother

Momo: Well, I always show off about how great you are at the kindergarten!

Momo&Ruri: Eheh…

*Door opens*

Mum: Ruri, Momo. Are you ready for the radio calisthenics?

Momo&Ruri: Yes!

Mum: Great answer, but this room is a total mess! Didn’t I tell you to clean it yesterday?

Momo&Ruri: Ah….

Mum: I want the two of you to clean it before lunch. Got it?

Momo&Ruri:....yes

*Door closes*

Ruri: …oh, come on! I told you to put away your car toys yesterday!

Momo: How about your dolls lying around, Ruri-nee?!

Ruri: I-I would have put them away later! Also, I told you to call me “Onee chan”!

Momo: Uh…okay, okay, don’t get mad

Ruri: …no… sorry I got angry. Okay, listen. We have until lunch, but we can clean it up together now! It will take 10 minutes!

Momo: Yes! If we do it in 10 minutes, we’ll be in time for the radio calisthenics!

Ruri: Okay, you tidy up the desk. I’ll deal with the toys

Momo: Got it! So, I put the pens inside the pen holder… the plushies lined up, like that…

Ruri:....hey, Momo. Shall I store away this dinosaur toy? Or would you prefer I put it on the desk?

Momo: You can store it away!

Ruri: Okay, then….ah..?! Wah!

Momo: Ruri-nee?!

*Smash*

Momo: Are you okay?! Ah…the photo frame broke into pieces!

Ruri: When I tried to open the toy box I hit the shelf and it fell off…!

Ruri: I-I didn’t do it on purpose…sniff…waah…sniff..

Momo: Ruri-nee! Are you okay?! Does it hurt?

Momo: Shall we put a band aid on it? Let me see where it hurts!

Ruri: I-I was so scared…!

Momo: Everything is okay, don’t cry… ! I’ll clean up the photo frame

Momo: I’ll pile up the fragments in a corner. You stay close to the bed and don’t move, Ruri-nee, it’s dangerous

*Door opens*

Mum: What was that noise?!

Ruri: Mum…!

Mum: Why are you crying, Ruri? Oh…! The photo frame is smashed to pieces!

Mum: Momo, what are you doing?! You’ll get hurt, get away from there!

Momo: B-but…!

Ruri: I broke it, mum! I hit the shelf while tidying up the room…!

Momo: No, wait!

Momo: I told her to store away one of my toys, so it’s all my fault..!

Mum: Okay, okay, I want both of you to get away from there. It could be dangerous

Momo&Ruri: Yes…

Ruri:....! Momo, your hand is bleeding!

Momo: Mh? Oh, yeah…

Mum: You got cut, don’t you? I’m going to take disinfectant and patches. I want you kids to stay here

*Door closes*

Ruri: I’m so sorry, Momo… You got hurt because of me…

Momo: It’s not your fault, Ruri-nee. And it doesn’t hurt at all, I’m fine!

Ruri: But…

Momo: How about you, Ruri-nee? You’re not hurt, right?

Ruri:...no…I’m fine…

Momo: Good! That was what worried me the most

Ruri: Momo…

Momo: Ah, I forgot to call you “Onee chan”. I said “Ruri-nee” so many times! I’m sorry

Ruri: It’s okay. You can call me whatever you like

Momo: Really?? Hooray!

*Door opens*

Mum: Momo, give me your hand. Oh, luckily it's just a little cut

Momo: Yeah! And it doesn’t hurt at all

Mum: Momo. And you too, Ruri, listen carefully. This time it ended with a little wound, but if you had fallen and slipped on your hands it could have been something much more serious

Mum: Next time, I don’t want you kids to try and fix something like that alone. You must call me or dad.

Mum: Understood?

Momo&Ruri: Yeah…

Mum: It’s my fault… I shouldn’t have gotten angry. You tried to clean everything up right away, didn’t you? I’m sorry, kids

Mum: However, Momo, I don’t want you to touch pieces of glass ever again!

Momo: …I didn’t want my sister to get hurt…

Momo: I wanted to do something…

Mum: Yes, I love this kind side of yours, Momo. Everybody does

Mum: But if you got hurt, Momo, both me and Ruri would have been so sad

Mum: We absolutely don’t want you to suffer

Momo: Mum…

Momo: Got it…I’ll pay more attention, next time

Mum: Good boy! How about you, Ruri? You got scared, didn't you?

Ruri: Yes…

Mum: It’s okay, now. I’ll tidy up the rest, it’s time for you kids to go the gymnastics exercises

Mum: You’ll be late

Momo&Ruri: T-that’s true…!

Mum: Fufu. Here’s your cards. Wear it around your necks… and stay safe!

Ruri: Alright! Momo, give me your hand, let’s go!

Momo: Yes!

Mum: See you later!

Momo&Ruri: See you!

End of part 2

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