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Shout out to the DSaF reference in Indigo Park btw
(Also is pretty neat game) (the reference is an audio recording you get from a collectible ;))
Screenshots below ⬇️
(The first two are the lovely rambley btw)
These come from the Rye Toast stream of Indigo Park if you’d like to see it for yourself, or just play the game it is free~✨
#dsaf#dayshift at freddy's#dsaf art#dsaf fanart#dsaf jack#dsaf old sport#dsaf dave#I started fucking shaking and screaming when I found out holy shit#indigo park#indigo park rambley#I fucking love rambley#wiz’s home
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Boothil has me on a chokehold
I want to fuck him so bad.Maybe install a few softwares, up his sensitivity, play with his mind.. Or maybe a lewd virus.. Make him so horny and needy, his head can literally think of you fucking him so good..Or him accidentally plugging the wrong USB, thinking it's his usual data after rebooting, but it's your USB and it messed with him.. I want to fuck his pretty hole so bad
Wait, all of those are such great ideas holy shit. This is actually so smart.
Imagine him getting an annoying virus ‘accidentally’ (totally not your work) which led to him having to sleep with you otherwise he’ll literally shortcut. Like he’s just going about his day and suddenly a tab opens that screams in red and capital letters:
“YOU HAVE TO IMMEDIATELY @¥$£@§z OR THE SYSTEM WILL CRASH DOWN”
That’s actually so funny oh my. Then watching him panic and search for you everywhere, cuz he refuses to do it with anyone but you~
Make it that he feels his body overheating, thinking it’s the effect of the virus. Knees going weak beneath him and head starting to get dizzy. When he finally found you, he’s just jumping at you and straddling your lap. Panting, sweating and shaking while you look at him with an amused expression. Hearing him speak with the sweetest voice ever, all confused as he describes how he’s feeling and this stupid bug in his system. After hearing you out, you’d show him how to solve his little problem~
#nini!rant#sub boothill#sub hsr#sub honkai star rail#boothill headcanons#boothill x you#honkai boothill#boothill star rail#boothill honkai star rail#boothill x reader#hsr boothill#boothill hsr#boothill#boothill smut
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in reference to the last Serial Killer!Ghost Captive!Soap ask: first off, HOLY FUCKING CHRIST. Second: I’m already thinking about how a reader may factor in.
Maybe she’s there with her friends, partying it up in the woods by a bonfire, and everyone is too drunk to notice she wanders off after hearing some whimpering from the thicket. She stumbles on Soap, muzzled tight and filthy and frantic and cradling his twisted ankle, and knows something is seriously wrong.
Immediately she drops everything and starts trying to help. She asks him if he’s okay, what happened to him, don’t worry, she’ll get him out of that muzzle. She picks at it with her fingers and nearly gets it off before she hears and FEELS a gunshot whizz right past her head.
Ghost found them. And seeing this precious little thing trying to help his good boy, immediately putting herself in front of him to keep him safe if need be, makes him start to wonder if Johnny could use a friend. And he hoists his rifle again, misses on purpose to make her yelp, and watches her back into a tree while he checks on Johnny. His ankle is fine, just a bit sprained, he’ll be back on his feet in no time. But he’s whining and shaking his head, trying to plead with Ghost through the muzzle not to kill this kind stranger who almost cut him free. He doesn’t want to see her die!! And Ghost turns back to the Reader, trembling against the tree and trying to hide behind her arms, and he comes closer like the menacing brick shithouse he is and she nearly sobs and begs that she’ll do anything, god, just please don’t shoot her!!!!
Maybe Ghost goes and kills all her friends first, comes back to find her still curled up against that tree with Johnny next to her, and she screams when she sees him fucking drenched in blood. Or maybe he takes her home first, puts her and Johnny in a crate together and locks it to make sure they stay out of trouble, and then goes out for blood; maybe he comes back to them dragging the bodies of Reader’s friends and it’s all she can do to keep from passing out. Maybe she gets included in their little chase game later on…
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someday i'll write my actual serial killer au but it is NOT TODAY so let's indulge in some variances <3 (ask is referencing this post)
i don't usually puppify my reader inserts to the extent that i do soap but holy SHIT if this ask doesn't beg for a puppy reader
ghost hunting his hound down, finds his poor boy injured and what seems to be an equally feral girl standing above him, totally protective :/ even when soap tries to shover her away, she stays crouched in front of him, hardly even flinching at the gun in ghost's arms
and isn't that interesting? this little thing so eager to protect what's his? oh, ghost is hooked immediately. (what's better than one guard dog? two guard dogs!)
manages to finally scare her away from soap with a few well placed bullets, poor thing tries hard as she can not to go skittering away but instinct gets the best of her eventually. she's not quite brave enough to tackle ghost when he gets closer, but he sees her eying his gun. ghost is quick enough checking soap that she doesn't have a chance to try anything
he'd come with a leash for soap (always makes the man crawl back to the car after their little hunts, just to keep him in that puppy headspace so he doesn't start struggling) but doesn't have an extra. good news is, soap is so desperate to keep ghost from killing his new friend, he's perfectly willing to follow without the leash when ghost hooks his collar and leash on the new girl
she doesn't have a muzzle (ghost doesn't have an extra, and none of them would fit her anyway), so he ends up tugging this wriggling and shouting thing along while his pup stays right at his side, providing such a good example for their new pet. ghost is already planning his rewards
he tucks them both into johnny's crate after wrapping the pup's ankle. gives his new girl a bone to chew on (plugs her nose and stuffs the gag between her teeth, tightens it until she growls at him and then ruffles her hair, locks her hands into some paw gloves so she starts to understand what's happening) and covers the crate in a blanket. smiles when johnny looks up at him nervously and his girl tries to cover her fear with anger
takes about an hour to kill & get rid of all her little friends.
and oh how she howls when he comes back home without hosing himself down. she squirms and writhes, kicks johnny's ankle and goes still when he whimpers. ghost can't help but laugh when she taps her forehead to his, an apology. his pups already get along so well, he can't wait to see how she'll fare after a little training
it's about time he got soap a friend, anyways. pups are social creatures, and he knows johnny needs someone to play with when ghost's busy. the new pup showed up at just the right time <3
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Mastermind part 2
Lucy Bronze x reader
Warnings: smut, no aftercare, kinda mean Lucy, fluff to angst
The drive to Lucy's house was filled with tension. You were nervous to go to a seemingly random persons house and fuck them. It wasn't typical to you. You never enjoyed one night stands and were looking for something more serious. Could Lucy give that to you? Could she be more than a one night stand?
Lucy had always been one to enjoy her one night stands. If it was a girl she met in a bar, she was taking her home. A fan after a match? Lucy would make that woman scream her name. But with you it was something different, she didn't know what it was but she wanted to take care of you. She wanted to hold you and have you close, protect you from the world. You looked so innocent and pretty, she just had to have you.
She kept glancing at you during the drive. Putting a hand on your thigh and squeezing it every now and then to get some reaction from you. And you gave her exactly what she wanted. You were squirming in your seat as she watched. You enjoyed it, she enjoyed it, it was a win win situation.
When you finally got to her house, she was quick to pin you against the wall. Then guiding you to her bedroom where she pushed you to the bed. She got rid of the jacket of her suit and then started to unzip your dress.
"I can't wait to see you under this dress. I swear you look even better than I can imagine" She mumbled to your neck. She got rid of the dress and turned you around so she could take you in.
"Holy fucking shit you look gorgeous. The things I want to do to you" She whispered under her breath. She then proceeded to take off your underwear.
"Please do those, I want to have you, I want you to fuck me" You said sternly, voice filled with need.
Lucy got rid of her own clothes to let you see her naked. She enjoyed your gaze on her body as she stripped from her clothes. You admired her toned body. The abs that were like a painting and those fucking arms that could do anything to you and you would thank her.
"I want this to be enjoyable for the both of us so why don't you be a good girl and eat me out while I play with your pretty pussy?" She questioned but it was more like an order.
"Please, can I taste you Lucia" You pleaded impatiently. Lucy loved that you were calling her by her full name. It sent wetness straight to her core.
She then came closer to you. Her body hovering on top of your face before she sat down. You would be happy to suffocate between those legs but you didn't do that. You got to work, immediately lapping her juices and moaning at the taste. It was nothing like you've ever had before, Lucy had completely her own taste but you didn't complain, happily thrusting your tongue into her folds.
"Oh just like that my sweet girl, you're doing so well for me, keep going" She moaned and after that she leaned to a bit different position to get closer to where you needed her the most.
She brought her fingers to your slit and covered them in your wetness, not needing any lube. She then stuck two of her fingers inside of you which made you moan against the older woman's clit. That brought pleasure to Lucy, the vibrations of your moans felt like heaven.
She started a steady pace, thrusting her fingers in and out of you. Curling them to find the spot that would later make you see stars. At one point she brought her tongue into action, swirling it around the sensitive bundle of nerves that craved the attention.
"Oh Lucia yes" You moaned when she finally found you g spot. The touch of that brought stars to your eyes and legs shakes. Your moans were like music to your ears, she enjoyed them so much, and the fact that she was the reason you were making those noises. She fastened her pace a little. Her own orgasm was approaching quickly as you were doing your best with your mouth. Flicking her clit and thrusting your tongue inside of her.
She wanted you to come at the same time. She wanted you to see stars as she came on top of you. She needed you to feel good while she was enjoying her own pleasure. Lucy was a giver, she mostly just wanted you to feel good, she didn't care about her own pleasure that much. But you looked so willing to give her what she wanted that she couldn't help but to let you eat her out.
"Lucia I'm close, mm please harder" You stuttered.
Lucy was a bit surprised you wanted it harder. She assumed you would be very vanilla and lovey dovey during times in bed, but she was happy to be wrong. So she opplicated, thrusting her fingers faster and sucking your clit to her mouth even harder. She was nearing the edge herself but didn't want to cum before you. She wanted to hear you moan as you clenched around her fingers as you came.
"Oh Lucia, Oh I'm so close, please, please, please" You moaned.
"Oh come for me angel, make a mess and come all over my mouth and fingers" Lucy gave you the push you needed to go over the edge to the pleasure.
White covered your vision as you could feel Lucy's fingers repeatedly touching that sweet spot inside of you. Soon you also felt Lucy starting to come on top of you. Her legs shaking and juices coming out of her. You were truly in a paradise. You needed nothing more as you rode the orgasm that felt never ending.
"Oh yes Lucia, oh you make me feel so good" You kept moaning when she stopped sucking your clit but still continued to thrust her finger in a fast pace.
Lucia was getting sensitive so she guessed that you were getting sensitive too. Not wanting to hurt you she pulled her fingers out and came laying next to you.
"Shit that was amazing" You stated.
"Oh I can give you much more than that" She winked before standing up and going to her cabinet.
True to her words, she gave you more, so much more. You ended your actions when it was around 4 am and you were exhausted. She had fucked you in every imaginable position until your legs were like jello.
After all that you tried to cuddle next to Lucy but she realized that once again she didn't want anything special.
"I think you should get going" Lucy stated and stood up herself.
"What?" You questioned dumbfounded.
"You heard me" She simply said and took your dress from the floor and handed it to you.
You were silent as you put the dress back on. You knew you were going to be a one night stand, but didn't realize that you were going to get kicked out of her house in the middle of the night. She didn't give you any kind of after care which you craved, she didn't offer to drive you back to your hotel, she didn't even say bye when you left.
As you walked outside you started crying. You didn't want to bother Mapi and Ingrid after their engagement party but didn't really have a choice. You didn't know the language and you decided that you weren't getting in on a taxi. So you called Ingrid who answered surprisingly fast.
"She kicked me out" You managed to say while crying.
Ingrid and Mapi understood immediately. They had seen how you disapeared with Lucy. So they quickly got to their car and drove to get you. When they saw you, they were relived.
"We're here sweet, we're gonna take care of you" Ingrid whispered to your ear.
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This ended angsty. lol
Don't worry the Alexia smut fic is coming next ;)
#lucy bronze#lucy bronze x reader#lucy bronze imagine#woso fanfics#woso x reader#wlw post#woso community#angst
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I know you’ve got the moves
alex turner x reader ( taotu era )
warnings: smut, p in v, oral sex ( f receiving )
word count: 2,635
You had been looking forward to this day for weeks, your best friend recently got you two some tickets to go see The Last Shadow Puppets at your local arena. You had been the one to introduce your friend to their music, and she loved them, but not nearly as much as you did so it was safe to say that you were looking forward to it more than she was.
“Do I look okay?” you turn to ask your friend, you had opted for some black knee high boots, a short black mini skirt and a matching black velvet top, paired with a red leather jacket. “You look amazing, maybe you’ll catch some cute guys attention huh?” she laughs.
You could only smile, *in your dreams* you thought. If anything you thought she had a better chance of finding someone to go home with tonight, she looked terrific as always. You had always felt that way though, like you were just her shadow, nothing more, nothing less.
You and her had arrived just as the opening act was finishing off, and only around 5 minutes afterwards, your friend began shaking you to look, and sure enough Alex Turner and Miles Kane were walking onto the stage, you blushed hard when you saw Alex, you had always had a crush on him, since you first found out about the monkeys. You had a pretty good view of his gorgeous face too, since you were just about at the barricade.
Alex introduced himself and Miles before they started playing the first song, you recognised it straight away, The Age of the Understatement, you danced around for a bit, staring up at Alex as he sang passionately, then, you noticed he was staring straight back at you. Of course, your friend noticed too.
“Holy shit Turner is totally checking you out!” she smacks your arm playfully, you laughed, *no way* you just kept dancing along, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. The gig slowly came to a close. By then you were sure that your mascara and eyeliner was running, you were a mess.
“Wanna go for a drink before we head back?” your friend asks you, dragging you in that direction already, making you feel like you really didn’t have a choice either way, so you complied, nodding your head. You were exhausted after all the screaming, dancing, people pushing you around. If you were being honest you’d rather just go home and relax at that point.
When you arrived at the pub, you headed over and got your usual, vodka and coke. Simple, but it did the job. You looked around for your friend but she was nowhere to be seen, that was until you saw her dancing with some guy. Knowing what she was like, you knew she wasn’t planning on sticking with you at all and would probably wind up home with him doing god knows what.
You sat at the bar miserably, you had a great night, you just wished you weren’t left on your own seeing as it was her idea to drag you two to go get a drink afterwards. You heard a voice behind you. a thick Yorkshire accent booming through your ears, “Anyone sitting ‘ere love?” the voice asked. Shivers ran down your spine, *it couldn’t be*. You turned around, *oh but it could be.* Your heart was doing somersaults inside of you, Alex fucking Turner was standing in front of you for crying out loud.
“Oh um..” You thought about telling him that your friend was here but then thought best not to, after all you didn’t even know if she was or not. “No, nobody’s sitting here” you gave him a small smile. He happily sat down beside you, looking you dead in the eye. “What you got there?” he says just above a whisper, eyeing your drink. “Vodka and coke, it’s my favourite” he smiles at you and scoots closer, “Saw you at the gig y’know? looked like you were having fun” you blush, hard.
“Oh yeah, It was great, you both have a real talent” you say, immediately wanting to kick yourself in the head, way to make yourself sound like a stupid fangirl. Well, you were but that’s not the point. He laughed, noticing your nervousness. You almost felt as if he were a bit cocky, you couldn’t blame him, but still.
“Thank you… so uh what’s your name?” he asks you, you tell him your name and he repeats it softly. You like the way it sounds, the way it rolls off his tongue softly yet with his thick accent. “That’s beautiful, suits you… I’m Al by the way” he mutters at the end, figuring you already knew but he didn’t know for sure, and didn’t want to assume so he shared it with you.
“Nice to meet you Al” you two start talking about everything and nothing, and turns out you both have the exact same taste in music, which sparked an interesting, hour long conversation about it, debating whether Blur or Oasis is better and different songs you both grew up listening to. You felt comfortable around him now, as if you two had known eachother for years. The bartender walked up to you both and explained that the bar was closing soon. You checked the time, 2 AM. Where had all those hours gone?
Sadness filled you as you realised you wouldn’t speak to Alex again, and most likely would never see him again. He looked at you, trying to read your expressions, but nothing, you stared blankly at your hands and got up. “I- uh I was wondering if maybe you wanna come back to my hotel? Nothing weird just so we can keep talking, I think you’re pretty interesting y’know” he almost whispers, not meeting your gaze. No way he was shy?
“I would like that Al, a lot” you give him a warm smile in hopes to calm his nerves. His shoulders dropped, letting the breath he was holding in out. You grabbed his arm, interlinking it with yours as you two walked, feeling a sudden boost in confidence. He laughed softly and grabbed your arm just as tight, never letting go once.
By the time you were both back at the hotel your hands were grasping eachother’s tightly, and your head rested on his shoulder. It was around a 20 minute walk so you got comfortable. You didn’t feel nervous around him at all anymore, you felt like he was your best friend by now. “It’s the third floor darling” he whispers softly as he leads you to the elevator.
Once you were in his room you sat on the bed looking up at him, feeling your nerves slowly creep back up. “Make yourself comfortable, you want summat to drink?” You shake your head no. He sits beside you on the bed, the silence was deafening. *Why was it so awkward now?* you gulped. “So uh.. do you wanna watch a movie maybe?” he asks you, “sure”
You two decide on a movie and he kicks his shoes off, inviting you to do the same. You discard your jacket while you’re at it and get back on the bed beside him. You thought about making a move but figured best not. After all he had a life to get back to soon, and he also probably wasn’t into you like that. Alex scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You felt your cheeks heat up and you snuggled up close to him.
As you both sat in a comfortable silence you started debating whether or not you should just go for it.. it was risky but he was really great and you liked him a lot. Luckily enough he slowly pulled you into him resting your head on his shoulder. He called out your name, to which you lift your head up to look at him.
“Can i do something?” he whispers, a faint pink painting his cheeks. Your heart began racing, praying on everything out there that he was about to do what you had been waiting for all night.
Your wishes indeed came true, once he saw your nod of approval he slowly grabbed your chin to turn your face to his and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft, and he tasted amazing. You never wanted to pull apart.
He slowly pulled away as you two ran out of breath, you began giggling to yourself out of utter nervousness, and he smiled at you before joining in. “Sorry i kind of just sprung that on you I’ve been wanting to do it since the start of the night I just- I dunno you intimidated me a bit”
You couldn’t believe your ears, *you intimidated him? huh?* gaining a new feeling of confidence, you grabbed his face again and kissed him again, slowly tangling your hands in his fluffy hair, scooting yourself to sit in his lap. He seemed to enjoy this as a low whimper left his lips when your hips met.
You bit his lip softly making him whine and you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like heaven, a taste of alcohol and cigarettes on his lips but you loved it. Alex started to get riled up the more you two made out, pushing his hips into yours for a moment before pulling back and apologising profusely.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that I just-“ you cut him off by kissing him roughly and grinding down onto him harder than he did before. “fuck” he pants as you continue your movements. “Are you sure you wanna keep going?” he whispers and you nod, “Only if I’m in control” you smirk at him and he nods quickly.
He wasn’t used to not being the one in control but he thought it was so hot that you had openly said that to him, and he also wanted to know what it would be like. You had no idea what had taken over you, only a few hours ago you were petrified at even speaking to this man and now you wanted to fuck him.
“You wanna make me feel good first hm?” you say quietly. Alex urgently flips you over and kisses your neck roughly, definitely leaving marks. He slowly moves himself downwards, taking off items of clothing as he went. Once he was done he sat up and admired your body.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous” he blushed at your naked body lying before him, hair sprawled over the pillow. You had to admit, it did make you nervous that The Alex Turner was saying all this to you but you still wanted to be in control.
“Cmon puppy, i know you wanna make me feel good” He blushes at that, and spreads your thighs apart. blushing wildly at the sight before him. Placing kisses on your inner thighs, you shiver at the feeling.
“Oh my God” you moan as he places a sloppy kiss on your clit before sucking it in his mouth. He slowly starts kitten licking you from your entrance to your clit and then stopping to lap up your wetness.
“Taste so good princess” he mumbles before licking you again. After a couple of minutes he brings his fingers to your entrance, pushing them in and curling them upwards. You squeal at the sensation of his hot tongue and nose brushing your clit as his fingers work you too.
He seems happy with your reaction and hums into your pussy as you pull his hair roughly. After a few minutes of his face buried between your thighs you feel the knot in your stomach come loose.
“Alex oh my god” you whimpered and moaned while he made sure to drink up every tiny bit of your sweetness, before climbing back on top of you and kissing you sweetly. “Best pussy ever” he whispers into your ear, you almost laughed at his attempt at dirty talk but it still worked, making you feel ready again.
You flip him over so you’re back on top and unbutton his shirt and pants, sliding them off. He grabs at your breasts, staring at them. “Eyes up here Al, and paws off puppy” you slap his hand away making him apologise profusely.
“Want me to ride you baby?” you hold his face in your hands, staring into his doe eyes. “Please…” he whispers in response.
“C’mon you can beg better than that can’t you?” you smirk at him as he cheeks turn rosy. “Please want you to ride me so bad momma I need it please” *Momma?* you thought to yourself, *why did that turn you on so much?*
You palmed him roughly through his boxers, he was fucking huge. A small moan falls from his lips as you take his cock out from his boxers. Your mouth salivated as you stroked him slowly. Painfully slow.
“Please don’t tease me” he says under his breath. “You ready?” he nods furiously in response and you align him with your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him and bite your lip to try not to wince at how much he stretched you out.
“Fuck you feel perfect, like heaven” he groans once you’re fully sinked down. Slowly, you began to move up and down on him, locking your eyes with him the entire time. The room was filled with filthy sounds; your hips slamming together, the dirty noises spilling from both of your mouths and the sound of your wetness sliding up and down his cock.
“Alex you’re so big puppy, love it so much” you praise him as he whimpers and whines. “Not gonna last long baby” he chokes out and you begin to grind back and forth and up and down even faster. “You wanna cum for me hm? you’re gonna have to wait for me” you moan as he grabs your breasts and starts kissing and licking them.
Not long after, you felt the knot in your stomach ready to become undone. “Al baby you gonna cum for me?” you pant out as he nods eagerly. You grip his shoulders and moan loudly into his ear, biting the skin under it to muffle your noises. He whimpers as he fills you up, holding you tightly.
“Oh my god” you pant as you come down from your high, holding his face in your hands, you kiss all over his face and slowly get off of his lap lying down next to him. You feel your shyness creeping back up as you pull the blanket over yourself and him. Alex wraps his arms around your waist pulling you so you lay on his chest.
“That were fuckin’ amazing darling” he whispers before kissing your head, stroking your arm up and down softly. “Yeah it was” you laugh quietly looking up at him. “I’ll leave in a minute just give me a sec” you say.
Alex looks at you, puzzled. “I- um, if you want to leave then do but I was kinda hoping you’d spend the night I dunno..” he trails off and you smile at him, “Okay”, “Okay?” he asks and you nod putting your head back onto his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
“Can I take you out tomorrow? I was thinking lunch maybe” he asks. You think about it for a second before agreeing. “I’d like that Al, a lot” He grins to himself before slowly drifting off, you hear his quiet snores and heartbeat in your ear.
You couldn’t be more surprised at how the night had went but you were happy to fall asleep beside Alex, thinking about how tomorrow would go.
this isn’t proof read at all and also my first time writing in years so sorry if it’s awful 😭
#arctic monkeys#alex turner#alex turner fluff#alex turner smut#the last shadow puppets#alex turner x reader#alex turner one shot#alex turner fic#alex turner fanfic#smut#fluff#oneshot
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Holy shit Eddie with a mommy kink is all I can think about I am going to SCREAM your writing is so fucking good
Genuinely begging for you to write more sub Eddie soon
i fall more and more in love with sub eddie every day babe
nuisance / eddie munson
rated: m (18+, minors DNI)
one shot
cw: sub!eddie, dom/sub, mommy kink, handcuffs, face riding, gag, cockwarming, vibrator use, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare
all day long eddie’s been acting up in order to get your attention. now that he has it, it’s not going to be easy for him.
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“eddie!” you snapped in his face, trying to gather his attention.
his eyes leave your cleavage and come up to your eyes. “hm?” he questions, squeezing your side.
you glare at him, his expression faltering as he realized he’d done something wrong. “pay attention, mike’s trying to talk to you,” you said, gesturing towards the younger wheeler. mike looked between you two with a look of disgust.
“hey, give up that look micheal. once you go see your little girlfriend you’ll probably be fantasizing about her tits too,” eddie says, pointing his finger at mike.
you slap his shoulder. “eddie, they’re literally fourteen,” you say.
“fifteen,” mike says shyly, raising his hand. eddie wasn’t the only one who found you slightly intimidating. you wave him off.
eddie rolls his eyes, “i’ve been fantasizing about girls since i was like ten. speaking of which, your tits look really good today.”
you smack him upside the head once again and he finally starts actually talking to mike.
a few hours later, you were both in the family video, talking to steve and robin about your plans for this weekend. you were leaned on your forearms on the counter as you listened to steve and robin bicker for the millionth time. you were pulled from the amusing conversation as you felt eddie’s crotch graze across your ass. you stood up quickly, turning to face him. he looked at you sheepishly, knowing you knew it wasn’t an accident.
you raise your brows warningly as he rolls his eyes. “excuse us guys, i need to go talk to eddie for a second,” you say to the two sweetly before turning to eddie, your face turning to a scowl. you grab his bicep and begin dragging him to the back near the bathroom.
“ow, y/n,” eddie whines, stumbling behind you. you stop once you’re hidden from steve and robin and cross your arms.
eddie looks at you with a protruding lip. “what is up with you and being naughty today?” you ask.
a whine leaves his lips as he comes forward, practically falling against you and wrapping his arms around you. his face falls into your neck and he presses you firmly to him. he was so subby today. “m’want you,” he mumbles, rolling his hips against you.
you push his shoulders so you can meet his eyes. “baby, are you doing okay? is something wrong? is that why you’re being so clingy?” you ask in slight concern, holding his face in your hands. normally when he wasn’t feeling good, either being sick or emotional, he got extra subby. but he was never like this in public.
he shook his head, rutting into your leg and whimpering. “i just want you, please can we go home?” he asks.
“you sure nothings wrong?” you ask skeptically. he nods, nestling his head into your neck again as he tries humping your leg once more. “eddie, stop. we’re in public,” you say, your more dominant side coming out.
eddie shakes his head, groaning as you felt the imprint of his hard cock on your hip. “mommy,” he whispers in a needy manner.
“eddie, you’re being a bad boy right now. if you try humping my leg or anything one more time you’re getting in big trouble when we get home,” you threaten. eddie whines into your neck, squirming against you. “eddie,” you warn. but he only ends up doing exactly what he told you not to.
immediately you push him off of you and give him a glare. you walk off back towards the desk and eddie follows you like a lost puppy. you continue talking to robin and steve as eddie obviously struggles behind you. the two definitely notice something is going on, but they had no idea what. eddie wraps his arms around you from behind, very subtly grinding against your ass but only you could tell. “okay, i think we need to go, eddie isn’t feeling too good,” you say with a fake frown.
the two of you leave, getting into your car and heading towards your house. “why are you being such a nuisance?” you ask, paying attention to the road. eddie purses his lips, watching out the window. “eddie, i am talking to you! do you want your punishment to get worse?” you ask him loudly.
“n-no mommy, i just really feel… small? i want you so bad,” he says, looking at you with big puppy dog eyes.
you sigh, gripping the wheel as your arousal dampens your panties. “when we get home, you’re going straight upstairs and getting undressed. when i get in there i want you laying down and ready for the handcuffs, okay?” you say.
eddie let’s out a whimper and nods. “yes, mommy,” he says quietly. you look over at him, not sure how to feel since you’ve never seen him like this before.
when you get home, he does exactly what you asked as you grab some supplies from downstairs. you smile as you walk in, closing your bedroom door and take in the appearance of your boyfriend. he laid naked on your bed, hands above his head with wrists ready for the cuffs, his stomach contracting as his cock stood tall in the air. “look at my obedient little boy, so ready for mommy, huh?” you tease. eddie whines, squirming on your bed. you quickly shed your clothes and then grab the cuffs from your bedside table. “ready, baby?” you ask before putting them on.
“yes, ma’am,” he says, watching you intently. you snap them on his wrist, giving them a gentle tug to make sure they were secure. you sighed, climbing up and straddling his upper chest.
he looks at you with pure admiration as you tuck his hair behind his ears. “mommy’s gonna ride your face until she’s had enough okay? no complaining because you wanna prove you’re a better boy than you were today, right?” you ask, trailing one finger over his features while your other hand starts spreading your arousal around your pussy.
eddie nods, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, showing he was ready for you. you stroke his cheek lovingly and ask, “remember what to do if you need to stop?” eddie clanks the metal of the cuffs together three times and looks at you expectantly. “smart boy,” you mumble, and then move your hips up his body before slowly sinking to his awaiting mouth. eddie moans contently against you as he begins lapping at your clit. you shudder and slowly rock your hips as eddie sucks and licks at you. “mm yes good, you’re so good with your mouth,” you moan, closing your eyes in pleasure.
eddie moans into your pussy, causing waves to shoot through you. god he was so good at that. eddie works you with his mouth, flicking, sucking, and lapping all the right places until you're a moaning mess and cumming on his tongue. “good boy, good good boy,” you moan when you finally lift off his tongue.
“i did good?” eddie asks, licking your cum off his face as he looked at you with his big eyes, begging for more validation.
you giggle at his expression and make your way down to sit on his torso, your dripping pussy making a slight squelching sound on impact. you use your two fingers to gather all of your arousal he couldn’t reach with his tongue and then place them in his happily awaiting mouth. “you did, sweet boy, made mommy feel so good,” you coo as he sucks on your fingers. “you gonna do it again? hm? wanna make mommy cum one more time? i just can’t get enough of your tongue baby boy,” you taunt, eyes glimmering with hunger as eddie nods enthusiastically for you. you pull your fingers from his mouth with a pop and bend down to press a short kiss to his lips. he was gonna need all the reassurance for what you were gonna put him through.
his skilled tongue made you cum again fast, and after coming down from your high you settled yourself next to him momentarily. “you know you make mommy feel so good? you’re mommy’s favorite boy,” you tell him softly while stroking his bangs back from his face.
he nods, trying to nuzzle into you the best he can. you make it easier for him, pressing yourself to his side so he can feel your touch. “i love you,” he says quietly.
“i love you too,” you smile and then begin rubbing his chest. “you did so good for me, but you know you’re still in trouble, right?” you ask with a small smirk. eddie frowns but nods anyway. “mhm, because we have rules, baby. and you broke some today, can you tell me which ones you broke?” you ask, using your nails to lightly scrape his chest.
his bottom lip quivers as he thinks of all the punishments he could possibly get. yet simultaneously his dick twitches. “i-i was looking at you and talking about you in ways i’m not supposed to,” he starts. you nod, scratching into him a little more forcefully. “and i tried to… um, i tried to do naughty things when we were out,” he says, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “i was a bad boy today,” he says quietly.
you smile at his confessions. “you were, and what happens when you’re a bad boy?” you tease.
“m’gonna get punished and not cum,” he says solemnly. you pick up his chin to make him look at you.
you kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips. “you’re right, but i’m feeling nice today, so if you’re good for a while, then i’ll let you cum. think you can do that?” you ask. eddie nods feverishly, eyes filling with hope.
you smile in a sort of evil way and stand up, going over to your tv and turning it on, finding a channel that was currently playing the golden girls. “mommy… what are you doing?” he asks shyly from his spot on the bed.
“go ahead and sit up baby, we’re gonna watch some tv for a while,” you say. eddie furrows his brows, knowing you’ve gotta have some punishment involved in this but wiggling his way up against your headboard anyway. once the tv is set, you walk back over to him, grabbing a bandana you’d grabbed from down stairs.
eddie looked from your hands to your face before stuttering, “w-what’s that for?” you smile at him before petting the top of his head.
“this? we’re gonna gag you, honey,” you say as if it were the most normal thing in the world. eddie felt tears well up in his eyes. it always amazes you how fragile he becomes in this state.
a lump forms in his throat as you begin rolling the bandana. “but then i can’t talk to you,” he says in a sad tone.
you frown at him in sympathy. “you weren’t talking when you ate me out, right? i’ll be right here though,” you say.
“can i touch you now?” he asks, hoping you’d at least give him something.
you put a knee on the bed so you can end up tying the bandana around his head once he’s ready. “no, baby, you were bad today, remember? this is part of your punishment,” you say and watch as tears fall from eddie’s eyes. “open your mouth for me, honey,” you say and eddie does, a small hiccup of a sob leaving his lips. you place the bandana in his mouth before carefully tying it in the back of his head and trying to keep his hair out of it. “good boy, now we’re gonna put those arms up,” you say and grab ahold of his wrists. he whimpered as you raised them directly above him, hanging the cuffs on a definitely unintentionally placed nail above your bed frame. you took a moment to take him in. he looked so miserable, but his cock was red and leaking precum.
without warning him about what you were doing you stroked his cock a few times, causing him to cry out against the gag, before straddling him. you were facing the tv, meaning that your back was facing eddie as you guided his tip into your hole and slowly sunk down. “now don’t move, eddie, mommy doesn’t want to cum again i just wanna feel full,” you say in warning. eddie sobs as you lean back and get as comfy as you can with his cock buried inside you. you wouldn’t lie it was hard to ignore, but messing with him was more important than another orgasm. you lay against his chest, trying to give him as much skin to skin as possible.
every few moments you'll reach back and stroke his face or press a kiss to his jaw as he whimpers. he desperately tries hard to keep from bucking into you, and really does better than you thought and only does it a couple times, each time getting yelled at by you. you stay like that for the entire episode, enjoying it along with eddie’s pathetic little whimpers.
when the episode ended and the commercials came on you sighed. “as much as i love this, i think i need to get up and move my legs,” you say before sitting up and slowly pulling off eddie’s cock. he cries as his now soaked cock slaps against his stomach. you do stretch a little before opening up your drawer and grabbing your favorite toy.
eddie watches closely and feels his eyes sting at the thought of having to watch you make yourself cum and him not be able to touch or help. but then you grab another bandana and that confuses him. he watches intently, eyes widening and breath picking up as you place the vibrator flush against his cock and begin lightly tying it into place with the bandana. you hadn’t turned it on yet, but eddie was already squirming. “no baby? you don’t want that?” you tease, finger hovering over the power button. eddie shook his head no, kind of scared because he’s only ever used the toy on you. “no? you show me with the cuffs your no if that’s what you really want,” you say, watching his wrists for any attempt at making the signal. his wrists don’t move though, and his breathing slows again. “what a good boy,” you pur, then click the on button.
eddie’s head falls forward as he spasms in shock, his legs curling in a little bit. you make your way back on the bed, sitting against the headboard watching between his cock and another episode of golden girls. “you can cum whenever you need to, baby,” you reassure, watching eddie’s spit soak the bandana as he moans and groans into the fabric.
“mommy,” you hear muffled from under the bandana over and over again. you smile as his whole body starts contracting before going as rigid as a pencil and his cock releases spurts of cum. he moans as he rides out his orgasm, but they quickly turn to cries when he realizes you’re not going to be turning it off for a while. he looks at you distraught, tears rolling down his face, and sniffling. all you do is give him a kiss on the forehead, which momentarily calms him, before going back to watching the show.
you hear his whines as his orgasm begins to hit again, watching the slow leak of cum leave his irritated cock as his eyes roll back in his head. you smile, loving the way his cock twitched from the vibrations. eddie starts crying profusely, tears continuously leaving his eyes as the vibrator keeps going past his second orgasm.
you feel him trembling next to you, whimpers leaving his mouth every few seconds. before you know it, his third orgasm is hitting, causing him to collapse forward and shake. spit falling from his lips as he starts babbling nonsense into the fabric. “mommy, too much,” is the only thing you make out of his pained cries.
you reach over, stroking his thigh comfortingly. “oh but baby you can keep going. mommy loves watching your pretty cock cum, can’t you give me just one more? once more and then you’ll be all done?” you beg. eddie agrees through his cries, his arms long asleep but still shaking. you watch closely, rubbing his thigh and nuzzling into his chest to give him reassuring kisses as he gets worked up to another orgasm.
he had no cum left, but you felt it reverberate into you as he came for the fourth time. “good boy, mhm great job, so proud,” you whispered reassurances in his ear as he rode it out. he looked at you with fucked out eyes, begging to be done as a string of drool dripped from his chin. “sorry baby, i lied, one more time. you can do one more for mommy right?” you asked. eddie closed his eyes and started to sob but nodded nonetheless. you waited patiently for his fifth orgasm, listening to every helpless whimper he made in your ear. “that’s it, baby, go ahead. let go,” you say and watch as his whole body goes limp before jerking sporadically. you’d never seen him cum so hard and it was mesmerizing. you almost felt bad… but seeing him so helplessly hump into a vibrator as you could only see the whites of his eyes and tears and spit dripped from his face was definitely one of your favorite sights you’d ever seen. once the jerking stopped, you reached down and removed the vibrator and turned it off. it was covered in his sticky cum and you resisted putting it in your mouth. it was time to take care of your boy.
eddie was still slumped forward, labored breaths and cries leaving him but it was clear he was extremely weak and very emotionally vulnerable. “hey pretty boy,” you whispered soothingly, pushing him back to rest against your head board. his eyes lazily scanned for you, feeling like he’d just been taken to the edge of his life. “let’s get this off,” you cooed and grabbed the bandana around his mouth and pulled it away. a big drop of drool left his lips and fell onto his stomach. his nose was stuffy, his eyes red and barely open and he was taking deep breaths in through his mouth that was coated in spit.
you rested your hand on his face, him immediately reacting and leaning into it. “look at my perfect boy, wow. you did so good, baby. made mommy so happy,” you continue, trying to talk him out of his dumb state. “you came so hard and you took it so well. mommy is so proud of you baby boy,” you smile, starting to wipe away the mix of tears and drool. “i’m gonna take the cuffs off, okay? you ready for that baby?” you ask and he lazily nods, showing he was becoming more attentive. you reached for the key and stood up on your knees. “remember we’ve got to let them down slow,” you remind him making sure the cuffs were still hooked in order to keep his other arm up as you worked with the first one. you unlocked the cuff, carefully grabbing his wrist in your hand and pulling it out.
eddie let out a huff of discomfort as you began rubbing his arm up and down and wiggling his fingers to try and bring feeling back to them. “i know, baby, i know,” you said and kept rubbing it and slowly bringing it down. eddie whined as the tingles began to take over. after quite a while, his arms were both down and you’d gone to the bathroom to get a rag to clean him up. you wiped him all off despite his winces and whines before going over with a soft dry towel. you helped him lay down after giving him some water (through a straw by the way because sub eddie is high maintenance) before climbing in next to him.
“mommy,” he mumbled, forcing himself onto his side and throwing an arm over you and nuzzling into your boobs.
you smiled at him and wrapped one arm around his back while the other rested on top of his other hand. “goodnight, baby,” you said soothingly. and like that, he was out.
#stranger things eddie#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson#stranger things 4#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson imagine#munson#eddie#eddie munson smut#eddie x reader#stranger things smut
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It Was Never Over
A/N: this is a repost from when i first started my blog
Part 1 Part 2
Word Count: 1.2k
TW// cheating, angst
“Steve…” He shakes his head as he exits the apartment, slamming the door on his way out.
“Shit.” Eddie mumbles. You hand Kelsey to him as you run after Steve.
“Steve! Wait!”
“What the fuck was that? I leave for 15 minutes and you’ve got your tongue down your exes throat?” He shuffles his way down the stairs, heading for his car.
“You don’t understand.” You cry, making your way down the stairs as well.
“What don’t I understand? I think I saw it pretty fucking clear.” He whips around to face you, and you can see the anger behind his eyes.
“Eddie and I were together for 3 years Steve. That’s his daughter. What was I supposed to do?” You practically whisper, somehow hoping your soft voice could calm him down a little bit.
“What were you supposed to do? I don’t know maybe not kiss him in OUR house.” His voice shakes with anger before he takes a deep breath, bringing himself back down. “Listen, I get that you were together for a long time and you have a kid but you’re with me now, right?”
“He kissed me first.” You try to explain.
“But you kissed him back, didn’t you?” He stares at you with wide eyes. Your silence is deafening. “Didn’t you?”
“I-“
“Forget it. I thought this time would be different, I thought you were different. Guess I was wrong.” He unlocks the car door, sitting inside of it. “You can bring my stuff back to Hawkins tomorrow. Have fun with Eddie.” He slams the door before reversing quickly out of the parking lot.
“STEVE!” You scream so loud it hurts. He doesn’t pay a passing glance before he’s speeding away.
You fall on your knees, mascara stained tears streaming down your face. This was your fault, you knew that. But you wish he could’ve given you another chance.
You sit on the sidewalk for what feels like hours, examining the tire marks in the parking lot before you feel footsteps approaching behind you.
“Hey darling.” You look up to see none other than Wayne Munson, extending a caring hand. You take it as he helps pull you back up on your feet.
You look at him for a moment before falling into his chest, not being able to control the sobs leaving your mouth. He wraps his arms around you, shushing you as he gently rubs in between your shoulder blades. “Come on honey, let’s get you inside.”
Wayne helps you up the stairs and into your apartment. Eddie is standing in the living room, bouncing your crying daughter in his arms.
“She woke up and just started crying. Not sure what’s wrong.” He says, continuing to shush and bounce her.
“She’s probably hungry.” You sniffle, your voice hoarse from your deafening sobs. You grab her from him and take a seat on the couch. “Could you hand me that blanket? Don’t wanna have my tits out in front of your uncle.”
Wayne chuckles as Eddie hands you the blanket, laying it over your shoulders. Wayne takes a seat in the recliner across from the couch as Eddie sits next to you, rubbing a comforting hand on your thigh.
“So that’s you and that boys kid?” Wayne asks, triggering more tears from you. “Hey it’s okay, you can always take him to court and get child support.”
“Wayne…” Eddie stops him. He has a confused look on his face, trying to read the room but not understanding.
“Uhm this… this is…” You try to explain, but your tears stop you. You look down at Kelsey to see she’s done feeding and has fallen asleep once again. You fix your shirt and lay the blanket on the arm of the couch.
“Wayne, this is Kelsey. My daughter.” Eddie speaks for you. Wayne’s eyes open so wide you were surprised they didn’t pop out.
“Your… daughter? What- when- how…” Eddie chuckles, looking down at Kelsey.
“Can he?” He asks you. You nod, handing Kelsey to Eddie who in turn places her in Wayne’s arms. “I just found out today.”
“Holy-“ Wayne slaps a hand up to his mouth to stop himself from saying the next word. You laugh, wiping your tears away.
“I found out after Eddie moved. I know I should’ve told him or you even… but I just didn’t know what to do I guess.” You explain. Wayne can’t take his eyes off her. Bathing in her beauty.
“So that boy…” He looks up, softening his face not wanting to make you cry again.
“That was Steve. My… my boyfriend. We moved here together but… I don’t know.” Your brain is still a bit scrambled from what just happened, trying to figure out your next move.
“You wanna tell me what happened? What made him leave in such a hurry?” You sigh, looking at Eddie.
“Uh he walked in on me and Eddie. Kissing.” You stand up to get a drink, your throat dry from all the screaming and crying.
“I see.”
“It’s my fault. I know it is. But I… I don’t know what to do now. This day is just one big fuck fest.” You sigh, placing your hands on the counter as you fill your glass.
“Well how about we lay this little angel down and me and Ed can help you unpack a bit. At least give you something to sleep in tonight, and we can help you figure it all out tomorrow. How’s that sound?” Wayne proposes. Eddie walks to the kitchen to join you, rubbing your shoulder as you chug your glass of water.
“You guys don’t have to do that. I don’t want to bother you guys.” You reason.
“Honey, it’s the least we could do. You’ve gone through a lot today, let us help you.” Eddie replies. You nod as he pulls you in for a hug.
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“All set for tonight at least. I’ll let you get some rest now. I’ll come check on you tomorrow morning and we can try to figure out what to do from here, okay?” Wayne says, folding down the last box and placing it on the kitchen counter.
“Thank you Wayne. I really appreciate it.” He smiles before pulling you in for another hug, one that you didn’t want to pull away from. He always made you feel like one of his own, and you were so glad he was here again.
“Don’t worry about it darling. Eddie, you staying at my place tonight?” Eddie turns to you, looking at the emptiness in your eyes.
“I think i’ll stay here, if that’s okay with you.” He asks looking at you, and you give a soft smile and nod. Wayne smiles before making his way to Kelsey, giving her one last look before leaving.
You change Kelsey into her night pajamas before placing her in her crib for the night. You plop down on the couch, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. Eddie sits next to you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest.
“When do you go back to LA?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him as well.
“I only signed a 6 month lease. I don’t have to go back. Was thinking of getting a place here. Wayne said he could get me a job at the auto shop.” He says, rubbing your back.
“Well there’s a vacancy in this apartment.” He chuckles, placing a kiss on top of your head. You lift your head from his chest to look up at him.
“Please don’t leave me again.”
“Never.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve harrington angst#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader
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FUCK YEAH
Henry Cavill x reader
Warnings: drinking, cursing, sexual innuendos
„Hey are we still waiting or are you ready to order?" The young waitress asked me for the third time in about an hour. I looked up at her and cleared my throat. „Yeah no... I'll just. Pay for the wine." I point at the still half full bottle of red wine I'd preordered for my date that was supposed to show up an hour ago.
She sent me a pityful look and spoke:"I'll be right back with your bill."
I forced myself to a smile and put my head in my hands.
He really stood me up. After all of the texting for weeks and the hour long phone calls...
I took a deep breath to prevent myself from starting to cry. Then i decided to just get my shit together and i sat up straight, took another few sips of my wine and eventually shot the rest of it down.
As the waitress came back with the bill, i simply handed her a bill far more than the actual bill and said „keep the change".
She smiled softly and carefully laid her hand on my shoulder. „I'm sorry girl, you really don't deserve this. You look amazing."
I smiled at her sweet comment and nodded back at her.
„Have a good night." I spoke as I grabbed my purse and stood up.
She smiled back and replied:"He's a dick."
I only nodded before I walked out of the restaurant.
Ashamed, sad, angry, drunk.
It was only about 8:30 now but due to the time of year, it was pitch black out and it was freezing.
My long coat was trying to keep me warm.
I continued walking for only a few steps before I heard a male voice yell behind me. I ignored it until i felt it coming closer until someone carefully touched my shoulder.
„Ugh what?" I turned around, screaming at the person. I was simply fed up by the world that second.
„Whoa sorry!"
He was handsome. Far too handsome. Tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair (i could tell from his dark beard and the few curls that were showing underneath his beanie).
„I'm sorry but you dropped this."
He held out a card.
My card.
My credit card.
„It must have fallen out of your wallet when you paid inside." He pointed at the restaurant behind us.
„Sorry, i wasn't watching you. I just saw how upset you looked and you did in fact drop this."
I smiled softly and took back my credit card. His British accent was charming.
„Thank you." I tried to sound nice after all that just happened to me that night.
He smiled at me before extending his hand to me. „I'm Henry."
I hesitated to shake his hand at first but eventually grabbed it.
„Y/n."
He smiled again. „I don't know what happened to you but if it cheers you up, my night was absolute shit too."
I couldn't help but chuckle. „Does help a little." I admitted, grinning.
„Good" he smiled. „You okay though?" He seemed to genuinely care.
I took a deep breath and looked around for a second. „Honestly? No. Got fucking stood up by a guy who I thought was genuine. But noo men fucking suck!"
He could hear my frustration.
„Im really sorry... You clearly don't deserve that. Fuck him, he must be super insecure."
Henry spoke and smiled a little bit.
„Your turn now. Why was your night shit?"
I asked curiously.
He laughed shortly.
„Got cheated on, found her in our bed in MY house with a guy I'd never seen in my life."
My jaw dropped. „Holy shit." He nodded.
„Now my night seems like a joke. Im so sorry that happened to you! In YOUR house though?"
He nodded again and then let out a chuckle.
„So yeah my plan for tonight was to get wasted and probably fall asleep on the pavement."
I laughed with him.
„Probably a bit cold in December."
He laughed loudly. His teeth and his smile were gorgeous.
We stood in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up:"Fuck it. Im drunk already. Henry? Do you wanna get drunk and hook up? I know this is super straight forward and I swear to god I've never done this in my entire life but I'm fucking upset and you're feeling just as miserable and i think ur hot and i don't even care if this story was fake or not to pick up women or to get their sympathy but it worked okay? I'm hooked because I think you're hot and we both could need it."
I stopped for a second because I saw the shocked expression on his face.
„If not, please forget it ever said that, forget about meeting me and I'll walk away and we'll pretend we've never talked and i'll go home and go to bed, you can go to some scrawny bar and get drunk and fall asleep on the sidewalk even though it's fucking freezing and you might die but thats on you and not my problem because i don't know you and i'll never see you again, especially if you're dead then, then i won't see you anymore anyways..."
I finally stopped talking after realizing how ridiculous I'd just sounded.
He simply stared at me.
„I'm sorry I-."
He interrupted me. „Y/n?"
-„Yeah?"
He looked me dead in the eye.
„Yes. Fuck yes."
#henry cavill fanfic#henry cavill imagine#henryxreader#preference#cute#henrycavillxreader#henrybeingabear#imagines#smut#fluff#preferences
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About you (6)
Pairing: Tenoch Huerta x fem!reader
Warnings: overthinking, anxiety
Plot: Inspired by "About you" by the 1975. You and Tenoch used to date and you simply can't shake the feeling that you are still in love with him. You wonder if he still thinks about you, because you do all the time.
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The walk to Y/N's dressing room felt like a small eternity. It was probably only a 3 minutes walk down the hallway, but Tenoch spent it thinking about nothing but her. The last few years without her weren't miserable. He had his family after all. His daughters, and friends. However, without Y/N in it, something was missing.
He often caught himself reaching for his phone, trying to text her. Whenever that happened he would just put it back down and pretend he just checked the time. Gosh, the day he found out that he would have to take swimming lessons for the movie he wanted nothing more than to call her.
Then while he was making dinner for his children he daydreamed about how the conversation would go. He would call her. She would pick up. He would say "Hello" and she would say "Hello" right back to him. Like nothing bad has ever happened between them. "Remember how you got scared whenever I got anywhere near the water? For example when we visited the beach together? Remember how you got mad at me after I went further and further and further into the water until I almost couldn't stand anymore?"Then she would answer "Of course, mi amor." And her voice would be sweet like honey. And he would say something like "Worry no more because I am going to be taking swimming lessons soon." She would laugh and it would bring him so much joy. Then they got married. That usually always happened at the end of his daydreams. They would marry each other and die of old age. Like people do when they're in love. It would be all over the news:" Old couple dies after being together for almost a hundred years."
Tenoch swallows thickly. His brown eyes linger on her name being written on a piece of paper, that's hanging on the wall next to the door. Maybe when he knocks she will open up the door really fast. Almost like she expected him to be there. He would say "Hey" or just "Hello". He has no idea how to start this conversation, so maybe he should just tell her that. "I don't really know what to say." But what if that's somehow wrong? What if she answers with "You should better leave if you don't know what to say." No, his Y/N would never talk to him that way. But what if she isn't his Y/N anymore. Maybe this is a brand-new one. One that prefers sparkling water over tap water. Perhaps he should just say the very first thing that comes to mind, like-
With one swift motion, the brown door in front of him opens up and suddenly Y/N stands in front of him. She lets out a high-pitched scream and takes a small step backward. "Holy fuck!", she exclaims and her right-hand flies up toward her chest and lands on top of her heart:" You scared the living shit out of me, Tenoch!"
"I still love you!"
#tenoch huerta#tenoch huerta x reader#tenoch x reader#namor#mcu namor#wakanda forever#black panther#namor x reader#tenoch huerta imagine#imagine#x you#Y/N#tenoch huerta namor#namor the sub mariner#Spotify
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Lee Felix x afab!reader
Warnings: masturbation (f), semi-prev!felix
A/n: I promise I will start writing the other members as well but I suddenly got this idea. Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.
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“Make sure to keep an eye on our Instagram today! There’s a surprise for you.” Felix said before he went off to practice with the boys.
And now you are laying there, in bed, waiting for him to come home and scrolling on Instagram.
“Strayki- oh there we go. Let’s see, JYP, Seungmin, Hyunjin- Oo Hyunjin’s new phone case looks great,” you mumble to yourself, scrolling through Stray kids’ Instagram.
“Holy shit.” You whisper as you see Felix’ new post:
Your eyes are locked on his body. The way he shows his muscles off to the whole world, the way he is hot and he knows it. Your thoughts start running. Those hands, what they could do to you. Or, what they had done to you and will keep doing. The light making his toned abs stand out even more and how he knew you would get so flustered seeing this. You feel like the most lucky girl in the world. That is your boyfriend. No. He is your boyfriend.
Your hand traces down your bare stomach till you reach the rem of your shorts. You can’t help yourself, you might see Felix almost everyday and when it was too hot he would sleep without a shirt, but this? God.
You slide your hand in your underwear and let out a distant moan by how wet you already are. You tease your slit with your middle finger and rub your clit in circles with your thumb. You imagine Felix prepping you before slamming his cock into you making you scream. You switch to just drawing circles on your clit with your pointer finger as the knot in your stomach becomes tighter and tighter and just one last flick with your finger makes you reach your high.
You close your eyes for a moment trying to catch your breath. The door handle bops down and up and in walk your boyfriend, Lee Felix. You quickly turn off your phone and throw it down the mattress.
“Hey y/n love-! Oh. You’re masturbating?” Felix asks calmy.
“What? No.”
“Your legs are shaking, they always do that when you have an orgasm after masturbating.”
“Pervert.”
Felix throws his bag on the table and throws himself on the bed and grabs your phone. “What’re you masturbating to? Your normal to-go to porn?” He easily unlocks the phone and sees the picture on your phone. A smile appears on his face and you bury your face in your hands. He turns his head to look at you. “You couldn’t wait till I got home? You know I like to see you please yourself. How you wish your little hands were mine.”
“I- I can do it again, if I get my phone back.”
Felix smirks and hands you your phone. He gets up and sits in a chair facing the bed.
And there you found yourself once again. Fingering yourself and moaning out Felix’ name to a picture on Instagram. You hear a groan coming from Felix every time you moan a little louder than the last time. “Fuck Felix- I’m coming. Shit!” And so you do. You cum all over your fingers, and you hear Felix getting up from the chair he placed himself in before.
“You’re so beautiful y/n.”
“Even all fucked up?”
Felix puts his hands on your shaking legs. “Especially like this.” He laughs with a big smile. He crawls on top of you and gives you a kiss on the forehead.
“Wanna make those dirty thoughts of yours come true?”
You laugh in response and give him a quick peck on the lips. “Pervert.”
“You’re the pervert! Admit you would’ve done it if I wasn’t your boyfriend?”
“You’re not just my boyfriend. You’re the love of my life-“
“That was not my question y/n.”
“Yeah I probably would. But you would du the same!”
“At least I’m not afraid to admit it.” Felix teases
“Oh really? What was the last of my pictures you ‘rubbed one out’ to?”
“Hmm. Probably that one at the beach. Your ass looked good in that picture.” He leans down to your neck leaving kisses down to your collarbone. “Now let your hands be mine.”
“You’re bad at pick up lines.”
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#kpop smut#skz felix#skz smut#smut#stray kids#kpop scenarios#kpop boys#kpop#kpopidol#stray kids felix#stray kids scenarios#stray kids yongbok#felix skz#lee felix#lee youngbok#bbokari#minors dni#skz x reader#skz felix x reader#lee felix x reader#felix x reader#felix x reader smut
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Since you wanted some Riven requests what about a fem!reader who is dating him and is a bookworm and nerd? Like she is triying to study but Riven wants some attention and starts to hug her from behind and kissing her. I have been studying all afternoon and I need something to read from Winx 😅
No pressure to do it ofc 💜
absolutely yes
(I FOUND A SHIT TON NEW GIFSSSSSSS YAYYYYYY. well maybe not a shit ton but QUITE SOME so holy fuck and they're all so so good)
You turned over the page in your book, stepping to the side to avoid walking straight into someone. Sadly, it wasn't even a good book. It was one for school. If it were a novel, this whole thing would look different. You'd maybe be smiling or laughing even, or at least not feel like throwing yourself out of a fucking window.
Yes, it was your own fault you were doing this. Because you wanted to do good this year. Because doing good meant studying. And apparently also the urge to kill yourself.
You looked up for only a second, spotting an empty table in the hallway. This was rare. You'd have to be quick.
When you could finally put down that horrible book and your bag next to you, you let out a breath. God, this was stressful. Your eyes were burning. You didn't know what time it was - afternoon, probably. Maybe already evening? Whatever. You still had a ton to learn.
"Hey."
Two arms snaked around your waist.
You almost screamed, flinching so hard your head hit the other person's chest. It took a second for you to scramble around, their arms falling down, and you doing everything in your willpower not to grab your book and hit them on the head with it, to realise that it was only Riven.
"Oh my god, you scared the living hell out of me", you stuttered, breathing in and out and trying to calm your pulse while he laughed.
"That was hilarious", he snorted.
"You're an idiot", you said, shaking your head and turning back around to your book. He sat down next to you, sneaking a glance at your papers. You ignored him. He never was one for studying and you really did need to do so.
"Do I not get a kiss?", he asked eventually, grabbing one of your hands and pulling it to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of it very much like a gentleman. He wasn't, of course. At all.
You sighed. You didn't know how long you could do this - trying to study with him next to you. It just wouldn't work. He'd distract you one way or another.
"Nope", you said simply.
He was quiet for a minute then. You let him intertwine your fingers. Concentrating on the book was getting hard. Your eyes kept betraying you, wanting to glance up at him.
"You're not even reading anymore", he chuckled after some time. You did look up at him then, scrunching up your nose.
"How would you know?", you asked. The truth was, yes, with him there you definitely could not read. All you wanted to do was just give in and kiss him.
"You haven't turned the page a single time", he explained with a grin. "Usually you would've finished the whole thing by now."
"I would not have", you snorted, but sighed and closed the book regardless. It was just doing nothing anymore. It would be better to let Riven distract you for a bit.
He glanced down at your lips and pulled you closer.
"So where's my kiss?"
#x reader#winx riven x reader#riven x reader#winx riven#riven winx#fate riven#fate winx saga#fate series#ftws#ftws riven
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Bestie introduced me to tcd and I had thoughts hello.. I like the potential in the idea of Scar having a camera. I think for the first while of him having it he'd be like.. somewhat paranoid of it losing battery or breaking but one day he finds a bunch of batteries for it maybe and he gains a bit more confidence in recording himself. He finds it a way to express and document his thoughts, and sometimes it's even caught him in dangerous situations like in the middle of a horde, covered in zombie guts and clinging to a couple cans of food he found.
The idea of him using it when injured is also super interesting to me. Like- to get a better look at wounds he can't see. I think that he'd maybe use it when he got his iconic face scar. The camera turns on to Scar's horrified face, covered in blood with tears running down his cheeks that only make him wince further. He's holding Jellie, shaking as he longs to hold the plushie close but cant because he has no way to clean her if he gets blood on her.
Eventually he begins to calm himself down, taking deep shaky breaths. He gets a medkit out and pours alcohol on his face to clean the wound and prevent an infection. You can see himself counting before he does, then biting his lip so hard to prevent screaming and attracting attention so it too starts bleeding. Once it's all cleaned to the best of his ability, he takes a moment to readjust before beginning to wrap it all up. He's muttering to himself, hands shaking as he realizes he's using more and more bandages and the bleeding hasn't even stopped, there's just so much. head wounds bleed a lot but he's just a guy in an apocalypse, nobody's told him that before!
Once he's all done to the best of his ability he just.. sits there, for a bit. He finally hugs Jellie close, hunched around the little plush as he shakes and tries to steady himself. The footage is just that for a long time. Eventually he somewhat zones out, eyes unfocused and face almost eerily calm. Until he remembers the feed's still on and pauses, turning back to the camera.
The footage ends there, but he spends a long time just staring at his reflection after.
Holy shit. Holy fuck.
Now imagine... imagine someone on hc, years later, finding that camera and seeing that footage. Seeing young scar in such horrible place and seeing the fresh wound on his face and they just know how its gonna look years in the future. They know how its gonna look when its healed.
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No One Will Find You (i can find myself) 2
Whumptober Day 18: Alt #10 Shaking
Characters: Four, Minish
Trigger warnings: Minor injuries
Read on Ao3!
Missed the first instalment? Read here!
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He jolts awake to ringing silence.
It shouldn’t be silent he’s never silent there’s always someone breathing nearby or knocking shit over in the kitchen or hammering away in the forge way too early in the morning and his head is so empty it’s like everything was scooped out –
It’s dark. It shouldn’t be this dark did he hit his head –
Pain, from his head; mild. Pain, from his leg, not mild, holy fuck what happened there – his ankle’s a tight lump in his boot and something in his brain finally connects and he remembers canyons shattering running falling hands on skin and head screaming apart and his hands are shaking and his breath is gasping and it’s making his head hurt so much worse, fuck, he’s gotta calm down but it’s so hard when he keeps reaching for an outstretched hand in the dark and missing.
After far too long of being curled up in a shaking, agonised ball, Four’s breathing steadies. His head hurts. His foot hurts, broken glass-hot. For a long moment he’s tempted to just - lie down, and hope he falls asleep again. Let someone else deal with the problem that is existence.
(But there’s no one else, and no one will find you, and he’s never been one to expect others to do things he can do for himself.)
From close by his hip, a chittering sound rises up from the dark.
Four’s too exhausted to startle. Instead he just blinks, slow and confused, as the Minish chatters on about how excited they were to find out their hero was visiting, and how cross they all were when they realised the people who lived here had hurt him! That was terribly rude of them and no one was going to do nice things for them for ages! Imagine! The Hero of the Minish, and they throw him in a cell!
Bemused, Four listens to the diatribe winding down, as more little feet scurry across stone and more Minish join in the scolding and promise to help however they can.
There’s nowhere for him to change down to their size, they tell him, and the bad people took the key with them when they left. But they can still bring him other things! What does he want?
He wants his head to stop hurting. He wants his leg to stop hurting. He wants his brothers. He wants to see.
He wants, he wants, he wants.
…if he had something to strap up his ankle with, he’d be more mobile. “Is there any - rope, or old fabric nearby?”
Yes! they say, and many tiny footsteps go scurrying off. How many of them are there? Four wonders, briefly distracted.
One of them stays with him. They hop up on his leg and perch there, chittering about how Irie and Maty had been going around retrieving all the useful things they’d hidden in the bedrooms. They were very upset about the bad people hurting their hero! It’s nice, not thinking about the pain or the dark or the lurking emptiness for a few minutes, until the gathering party starts returning in twos and threes, dragging their finds behind them.
Four blindly measures the strips of fabric and the one piece of rope they’d found, considering the problem. If he pulls his foot out of his boot now he’ll never get it back in. Instead, he loops the fabric around the outside of it in a series of figure-eights, locking it into place with the rope over the top.
It still hurts like hell, but the extra support keeps it from shifting while he crawls, unselfconscious, to the door. Then he has to get up again, because he can’t reach the handle from here.
He stands there confused for a few seconds, before slowly realising - locked. Of course it’s locked, stupid.
For a second despair and confusion make things hazy, before he remembers his tiny allies. “They - they took my sword and pack. Do you know where they put them?”
Yes, yes! They put the hero’s gear in the storeroom not far from here. But - Minish are too small to carry a sword.
Their regret is so intense Four can imagine the apologetic look on tiny mouse faces. “It’s okay, I don’t need my sword right now. But in my bag, there’s a rolled strip of leather with small metal pins inside. Do you think you could bring me some of those pins?”
As it turns out, they can. Piece by piece, Four’s lockpicking kit reassembles itself on the other side of the locked door.
This time, Four thinks to ask, “How are you getting these things in here?”
There’s a window in the door, they tell him, barred to prevent escape, but with gaps more than large enough for Minish to scurry through.
Four takes another moment to regret there’s no portal in the cell. Maybe next time he’s home he should ask the elder Minish if there was any way to make the shrinking spell more portable.
Still, he has his picks now. And he has to work by feel anyway, so the still-heavy darkness doesn’t matter. It just makes figuring out which piece of his kit he’s holding a little trickier.
The lock is stiff, because of course it is, but Four perseveres. If he could just get a little more leverage -
The pick slips, biting into his fingers. Four swears.
It’s okay, the Minish on his shoulder reassures him, they believe in him! Try again!
Four hunts through his picks for the thicker one with the L-crook. The fresh blood on his fingers makes them slippery; he ignores it, grips his tools that little bit tighter. It’s just this one stubborn pin. He’s so close to getting out. Working the heavier pick into position, he tries again to push it aside. Again, it resists, but he can feel it’s close. He just needs that little bit more force! Careful not to lose his tension with blood-slick hands, Four wedges the pick on top of another that’s already in place, gives it a wiggle and presses -
The pin gives way with a loud and resentful ‘click’ Four resists the urge to cheer and instead rotates his handful of picks, each holding down their own part of the lock and needing to stay that way even as he changes their orientation - and the lock clunks loose and the door swings inward, nearly knocking Four back down the stairs.
The Minish do all the cheering for him.
Sadly, it’s no brighter outside in the hall. Four vaguely remembers there being lit sconces or maybe those old fashioned torches hung from metal hooks in the walls, but the cultists must have taken them with them when they left. Fortunately Minish have better night vision than he does and are delighted to steer him.
Like. Seriously delighted. There’s at least three siblings roughhousing in his hair over who gets to tell him where to go next, two balanced on each shoulder, and several scrambling in and around his clothing, while the one clinging for dear life to his ear gives him actual directions.
Four loves Minish so much. Even when they’re murder on his headache.
The cultists don’t use this place often, he learns, so the Minish are usually left undisturbed. It used to be a military outpost, where soldiers who went out to fight monsters could come back to rest and be healed. It had fallen to dark forces so many years ago that the monsters had moved on, but no Hylians had come to reclaim it. Now, it belongs to the Minish, and to cultists who apparently use it as a hiding place for things they don’t want found.
Including people, which is concerning. The Minish say it doesn’t happen often, though.
Take this left turn, they tell him, and there’ll be a door under your left hand. It isn’t locked!
Indeed it isn’t. It follows the trend of being poorly lit, but his earring-Minish directs him to his gear. They’d just dumped it in a corner, apparently, not even going through it. A few things had shifted or been knocked aside by the Minish hunting for his picks, and they’re eager to help him collect them all again. He still wouldn’t have complained about losing the pouch of trail mix or a handful of seeds, if they hadn’t made it back in. Four’s just glad to get the Four Sword back, and his most valuable pieces of equipment. There’s no replacement in the world for the Cane of Pacci, and losing it would have been a massive blow. Maybe he should start looking into how to replicate some of the more useful enchantments?
He slowly limps along, using the wall more and more for balance, as the Minish direct him to the exit they assure him he’ll be able to use. The main one has a bar lock no Minish could open, and injured Four won’t be able to, either. But there’s a hidden door set off to the side, and that’s where they lead him. Four can almost feel the iron grip on his heart start to ease as he lays a hand on the sun-warm wood.
Some of the younger Minish belatedly realise this means Four is leaving. Noooo! one wails. Couldn’t he stay a little longer?? They didn’t get to show him around yet!
“I’m sorry. My friends will be worried about me,” Four says.
The hero also needs medical attention, one of the elder Minish explains. The Hylians who use this place hurt him, and he needs more help than Minish are equipped to give.
The youngster huffs. When they come back here we’re were gonna hide all their rupees!
“Just keep yourselves safe,” Four warns, though he knows it’s incredibly unlikely anyone will be able to see them in the first place. He still doesn’t want any of them to come to harm. They did their best to help him, and there’s so little he can do in return.
They were simply glad of the opportunity to meet the Hero of Minish, the elder tells him when Four expresses this. There were stories of heroes who walked through time, but who could say for sure if their own Hero was one of them? To see him in the flesh, and aid him in some small way - that was a dream come true for them all.
It’s sweet, if a little strange, to have Minish from such a faraway time regard him so highly. Four wonders if the Minish in other eras have similar stories of him. He’s never asked - never had much opportunity. The black-blooded monsters keep them all busy, and he has few chances to sneak off undetected. Some eras, he doesn’t even know if Minish still exist.
He’ll try harder, from now on.
Four bids them farewell, and opens the door.
After so long in the dark, the light is blinding.
Something deep within his mind aches. It’s like a bruise, bone-deep; barely visible, but painful, with no way to ease the pressure.
Through squinted, streaming eyes, Four makes his way out of the ruined fort.
#whumptober 2023#linked universe#lu four#minish#skies writes#lmk what you think of the dialogue in this one!#i made some Very Specific choices
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Heyyy~!
Can you share something from the random sw fanfic ideas? *___*
SCREAMS don't mind if I do 👀
Ok so I haven't opened this folder in so long and it's jam packed full of so many random snippets and ideas, most of which were written at some ungodly hour of the morning while I was ripped out of my mind, so I completely forgot abt so many of them but holy shit. When I skimmed over it to answer this ask I found one that I should actually try my hand at someday.
It's Obi/Maul, and the rough little plot idea went something like:
Through some funky force magic shenanigans Obi-Wan is yoinked from his timeline into another that is pretty parallel to his original universe, except him and Maul swapped places (I feel like this might be a common trope bc it was the first fuckin thought I had when I started putting them in The Scenarios, I haven't actually read too much Obi/maul despite eyeballing that ship for like a year now). Like Maul is a Jedi Knight and Obi-Wan is the Sith apprentice, and in this other timeline they've had a longstanding rivalry going on, all that sweet sweet homoerotic arch enemies shit you know the drill. ANYWAY. This certainly shakes things up for them. Cue a predictably hostile-turned incredibly fucking awkward first meeting when Obi-Wan waltzes right on into the Jedi Temple like he belongs there, in a universe where he Most Definitely Doesn't. (I'd assume Maul would probably have to sneak him around because of this. God the bickering. The squabbling. The fucking bANTER.)
But like. Oooo where's this Timeline's Kenobi?? I wonder where that asshole ended up. 😈
So yeah the main plot was basically supposed to follow Obi-Wan learning all the parallels and contrasts of this timeline vs his own and getting to know this version of Maul, while also trying to track down Evil Kenobi™️ and get back to his Original timeline. But ohhh noooo what if by some sick twist of fate they start to develop ✨feewings ✨ for eachother? That would sure complicate things. Better hope that doesn't happen so they can set things right between their timelines without any of that gay shit complicating things even more :)
Ty for indulging me I could ramble about all my little stories/ideas for days on end hhh.
#wip tag game#obimaul#my fics#plot bunny#i cant believe i forgot about this oh my god#its been sitting in thst folder for months now#hhhh im tempted#so fucking tempted
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The Lost Twin Chapter Three
“At least it can’t be worse than last year.”
-Sam Giddings, 9:07 p.m.
-March 2nd, 2014
Emily Davis was just waking up. She had slept in late that day. It was nearly noon. She yawned, shielding her eyes from the sun shining in on her face through the window. She threw off her blankets, heading for the shower. She passed her phone on the nightstand, which had been set to vibrate all night. After turning the water on, she stripped out of her night clothes and stepped into the tub. Just a short shower to start the day. Her hair didn’t need washing. She let out a long sigh as she felt the hot water rain down like tiny bullets against her skin. After a quick wash, she turned the water off, stepped out, and grabbed a towel. No one was home to see her naked, so she dint even bother wrapping body after drying it off. She still had a towel over her head, rubbing her brown hair, when she stepped back into her room and picked her phone up from the nightstand.
“Ten missed calls? What the hell? Who’s calling me at 3am?” she asked herself, scrolling down the list.
Josh three times. Sam twice. Josh again. Mike twice. Jess twice.
Weird. Did something happen, she thought? She would have to call one of them back and see what was going on. She finished drying her hair and tossed it on the chair in front of her desk as she scrolled through some of the morning news. She was hardly paying attention to them as she passed them by.
“Fuckin’ great, more cold?” she thought with a frown, placing a hand on her bare hip as she passed by the weather. “Politics, boring,” she sighed, combing past a story about the president. Next was something about sports. “I think that’s the team Mike likes. I wonder if he’d like a jersey or something for his bir-.”
BREAKING UPDATE: Miracle on Blackwood Mountain! Daughter of Hollywood Mogul Found Alive!
Emily froze. Her mind just stopped working for a few seconds. Then her hand began trembling uncontrollably.
“No fucking way,” Emily said out loud, quickly clicking on the article.
She held her phone with both hands, her whole body shaking while she waited for it to load. Of course her internet had to suddenly crash now.
“Fuckin’ come on! Hannah or Beth?”
Suddenly she was shivering, like she had just gotten out of an ice bath instead of a hot shower. Finally, the page loaded. She read the first few lines of the article.
In what can only be described as a miraculous turnabout, the once grim case of the missing Washington twins has had a stunning breakthrough after nearly an entire month, when younger sister Elizabeth was found alive late last night by Blackwood forest rangers.
Underneath the paragraph was a picture of a ragged and injured Beth, a selfie that must have been taken with one of the ranger’s phones. She was smiling.
She was okay.
“Holy fucking shit!” Emily all but screamed. She clicked off the article and flew right over to her contacts.
There was no way Beth still had her working phone after missing a month. Josh was probably busy as hell dealing with all of it.
She called Sam. She picked up on the first ring.
“Emily, finally!” came her excited voice from the inherent end.
“Sam, I just saw the news!” Emily asked while hurrying to her wardrobe. She held the phone between her chin and shoulder as she started to get dressed. “Have you talked to her yet?”
“No, not yet. It’s a media frenzy over here. Only family can get into see her right now. She’s in the hospital. But she’s alive! She’s really alive!”
Emily pulled a pair of jeans on over her underwear. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this shit!”
“I know, it doesn’t seem possible.”
“Where are you? Right now?”
“I’m at the hospital. It’s St. Mary’s.”
“I’m on the way.”
“Alright, see you.”
Emily hung up and shoved her phone in her back pocket, then picked a clean bra out from her wardrobe. Once she was finished dressing, she hurried down the stairs and out the door. It took her until she jumped into her car to come to a sudden realization. She stopped, and turned off the car. She just sat there, sitting in her seat for minutes on end. A deep, troubled frown had replaced her once exhilarated expression. She took out her phone again and dialed Sam back.
“Hello?”
“Yeah, it’s me again. I . . . I just had a thought.”
“Yeah?”
“What if Beth doesn’t wanna see me? Or the others? I mean, the whole thing was my idea.”
“Emily, we talked about this. You couldn’t have known what would happen. Yeah, it was mean, but-.”
“Yeah, I know. You told me,” Emily said with a sigh. ”But, but I can’t shake it! I thought it would be funny. I told myself she deserved it for wanting to get with Mike, but don’t know if Beth will see it that way. What if she’s mad at me?”
“Well, she might be at first, but I also think she’ll probably forgive you if she really thinks you’re sorry. She’s not vindictive like that, and I know you’re really sorry.”
“Yeah, I am,” Emily said, her eyes falling. “You’ll tell her I am, right?”
“Of course. It’s your boyfriend that I’d be worried about.”
Emily’s frown deepened. She said nothing.
“He hasn’t changed his tube, huh?” Sam asked, noticing her silence.
“No, he still hasn’t even said sorry to Josh. He says we shouldn’t apologize just cause Hannah overreacted and went nuts. Says it’s her fault.”
“Asshole. No offense, Emily.”
“Whatever,” Emily deflected, not even having the energy to get angry.
“Emily, just come over, okay? We can figure this out when you get here.”
Emily pricked her lip, but nodded. “Yeah, okay,” she said, restarting the car.
“You’ve really surprised me on this Emily. You’re actually pretty sweet when you want to be,” she said in an almost teasing manner.
Emily rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay, cut out. I’ll be there soon.”
She hung up her phone and pulled out onto the road. The hospital was a good half-hour away, right in the heart of LA. Beth must have been doing alright if they transferred her there already. Emily wanted to get there as soon as possible, so she got on the expressway. She was approaching her exit when she got another call. Caller I.D. said Mike. She hit answer and brought it up to her ear.
“Hey babe, you heard about Beth, right? I’m headed there now.”
“Yeah, I heard. That’s, uh, that’s not why I called though. We gotta talk, Em.”
Her car rolled down the exit ramp towards an empty intersection. No one was at the light.
“Well, can it wait? I’m kind of driving to-.”
“Emily, I wanna break up.”
Emily's eyes shot wide. Her mouth fell halfway open just of shock. “What? What did you just say to me?”
“Sorry, Emily, but things just aren’t working out. I asked Jess out today, and she said yes. It’s over between us.”
Emily’s world was suddenly crumbling. Jess was her best friend. Why would she do this?
Emily didn’t even notice the light in front of her turn red, or that she was speeding up. This was about to get loud.
“What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? You prick!”
“See, that’s part of the reason we’re breaking up, Emily. You’re also so nasty, even to me.”
Emily was clutching the steering wheel so tight it was hurting her hand. She was flying in that little car now, the speedometer was going wild. Every ounce of blood in her body was burning red hot. “So you ask out my best friend? You fucking, you motherfucker! That’s why she’s been ignoring me! Fuck her! And fuck you! Sam was right about you, you piece of-.”
It took a blaring horn to finally break her focused rage. Her head twisted around to see an eighteen-wheeler on her left, barreling right at her through the intersection. Her heart stopped, her eyes wide.
She pulled the wheel as far right as it could go.
The truck slammed on the breaks.
The semi struck the front of her car. The whole engine block was ripped right out, her BMW torn in half. Emily screamed. Louder than she ever had before. What remained of her vehicle was spinning like a runaway tornado. Emily's head whipped side to side, trapped in spiraling metallic coffin. She caught a glimpse of what looked like a telephone pole as she spun across the intersection.
Emily finally came to more than an hour later. Her eyes fluttered open, her world totally out of joint.
“Emily?”
The voice sounded as if she were underwater. Emily was still swimming, about to break the surface. The light was so close.
“Emily?”
Emily found herself blinded by the light shining down on her from the ceiling. She tried to bring up her arm to shield her eyes, but found it restrained.
“Unhhhh,” she groaned.
“Emily, can you hear me?”
The brown-haired girl turned in the direction of the voice, the woman’s figure slowly coming into focus. A young blonde woman. She looked scared.
“Sam?” Emily finally said, managing to recognize her.
“Thank Christ you’re awake,” Sam sighed, a relieved smile forming.
“What the fuck happened?” she asked weakly, still unaware of her surroundings.
“You ran a stoplight and crashed into a huge truck. That’s what the doctor said anyway. Broke over a dozen bones.”
It was then Emily realized her arm was in a cast. So was her left leg. It was all coming back to her. The pain was coming back to her, and not just from her broken body.
“Oh, fuck. My car?” Emily frowned, already knowing the answer.
“Totaled. They said there was pretty much nothing left of it. You’re lucky to be alive, Emily. You really had never scared.”
A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Wait, is this the hospital Beth is at?”
“How do you think I got here so fast?” Sam snickered. “Don’t tell me you almost killed yourself trying to race to the hospital.”
Emily looked away. “No, that wasn’t it,” she said.
She bit her lip, feeling tears coming on fast. “That son of a bitch.”
“Em? What’s wrong?” Sam asked, tilting her head.
Sam rose from her seat and came closer as Emily began to cry. “H-he broke up with me. Over the phone.”
“What? You mean Mike?” asked a stunned Samantha.
Emily nodded weakly. “He asked out Jessica, who’s supposed to be my best fucking friend, and guess what? She said yes! So yeah, he called me on the road and he dumped me!”
Sam put the pieces together quickly. “He made you so upset you crashed your car?”
Emily said nothing. Sam made fists with her hands.
“What a bastard. I’m so sorry, Em.”
Emily didn’t offer a response, she was just sobbing. Sam looked to the open door, then stood up.
“Em, I’m gonna find a doctor. Tell them you’re awake. I’ll swing by later, okay? After you’ve got some rest.”
Emily managed another nod, but said nothing back. She watched Sam leave with a smile and a wave.
Emily faded back out shortly after.
By the time she woke up again, she had no idea what time it was, but the sky was dark. She had passed out for who knows how long. She lifted her head, looking out into the darkened hall. The was a light on somewhere out there. She didn’t see anyone though. There was a few empty chairs at a reception area outside. The hospital was dead quiet. All she could hear was the fan going from the vent on the ceiling. Must have been pretty late. She turned her head the other direction. just enough for her to barely make out a shrouded figure sitting in the chair. Someone was in there with her? She had a visitor this late?
“Sam? Is that you?”
Suddenly Emily heard the sound of helicopter propellers outside. Must have been someone being airlifted to the hospital. The chopper’s light shined bright overhead, illuminating a small streak across the room. Her visitor’s face was lit up for just a split second. Long enough for Emily to at least spot her dirty, ragged brown hair. Eyes cold and dead. Her once lively olive skin was badly decomposed. She wore a pair of mangled glasses. An unnerving smirk lay painted on her maggot-infested face. She rose to her feet, stepping out into the dim light.
Emily’s visage twisted with dread. She just kept coming. Emily was immobile. She could do nothing but watch as the dead twin advanced, until she was looming over her hospital bed. A deafening shriek echoed through the emptied halls.
Emily shot upwards in her bed, drenched in sweat. Sudden agony shot through her system from straining her broken body. The brown-haired girl fell back against the bed, groaning and writhing in pain and discomfort. Her eyes darted about the room. It was day now. The next day? Or the same? She wasn’t sure.
“Fuck, was that a dream? Fuck me,” she said, short on breath.
She slumped her head back on her pillow, trying to get a hold of herself. That was new. That had never happened before. She hoped it never would again.
“Christ. What the fuck? That sucked.”
A nurse came to the door, having heard her cries of pain. “Miss Davis, you’re awake again. That’s good,” she said with a smile, coming to her side.
“Yeah, yeah I am,” said a breathless Emily. “What day is it?”
She gave Emily a drink of water before answering. “Friday,”
Emily’s mouth fell open. “D-did I pass out for two days?”
“Yes, you did. Your body needed the rest. Your parents were here yesterday, but you were asleep. Two other women came to check on you. The nice blonde girl, and that woman from upstairs, the missing one they found.”
Emily blinked. “Beth? Beth came to see me?”
“Yes,” said the nurse, fluffing her pillow and doing a few other things Emily wasn’t sure of. Checking all the nonsense that was attached to her no doubt. “Would you like me to tell her you’re awake? She seemed very interested in speaking to you.”
“Uh, yea, sure,” Emily said, an anxious feeling taking over her.
“Okay, I’ll let her know. I’ll go get you some food in the meantime.”
Emily tried her best to relax after the nurse left the room once more. On top of being stabbed in the back by both her best friend and her boyfriend and a victim of a major car accident, now she had nightmares to deal with. Emily sighed in exasperated disbelief.
“Fuck my fucking life.”
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Oh here we go again..
Summary:: Your boyfriend takes you to a car race so you can relax, and get things off your mind. Little do you know, your ex chris is in it.
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Work is so tiring. My boss is an asshole and only gives me a 20 minute break, so i’m constantly working my ass off. On top of this my boyfriend doesn’t seem to understand that I need time for myself too. “Look James, I love you but I really want to do something by myself, you’re always up my ass!” I screamed at him for the millionth time today. His eyes slowly started tearing up, making me feel terrible. “No,no, James i’m sorry, please forgive me” I pleaded. He sniffled a little and then started speaking, “No i’m sorry, I am always in your business, so tonight if you want i’ll take you there and then we can just go separate ways.” I was a little takin back by what he said, “What do you mean tonight? What are we doing?” “We’re going to a car race.”
It was so crowded when we got in, I honestly felt bad for James since in the car he told me he bought us tickets for this so I could get my mind off things. But I’m honestly so excited for this, I haven’t been to a car race since i’ve been with Chris, my ex boyfriend. I walked over to the concession stand and got a beer and some pop corn, the race didn’t start until 9:00, so I had plenty of time. When I got my food, I accidentally bumped into someone. “What the fuck!” The voice sounded so familiar, I looked up and saw “Y/N?!” oh shit. “Oh hey! Chris what are you doing here?” “You don’t know? I started getting involved in car racing.” I was stunned. Chris? My Chris being a car racer? Bitch could barely drive when I was with him. “What’re you doing here?” My throat became dry, He did that stupid smirk that he knew turned me on. I was slowly becoming wet at just the thought of us becoming intertwined again. “I-I’m here with my boyfriend,” Nice Y/N, stumble on your words. “Oh, well i’ll catch you later, race starts in 5 minutes.” Chris walked away with a frown on his face. Why’d we break up again? When I found a nice enough spot to sit, I took out a cigarette and lit it up, filling my lungs with smoke. During my relationship with chris, I stopped smoking because he said, “Sweetheart, your lungs are just as precious as your skin, you don’t like having acne, do you?” When we broke up, my anxiety got terrible again and the only thing that could calm me down was smoking. Thats part of the reason why I wish we nev- “Welcome to our annual car race! We are so happy you are here, our first runnerups are.. Mark Williams and.. Chris Sturniolo! Give it up for them!!” As soon as the man said chris’s name, I saw him staring at me, shaking his head at the cigarette in my hand, mouthing, “see me outside after this.” I felt ashamed. The race was amazing! A man named Zach got 1st place, while Chris got 2nd. Surprising ain’t it? I walked outside and saw James’s handsome face, I grabbed his face and gave him a sloppy kiss, “Thank you so much for this, it was amazing.” I said slurring on my words a bit. “I’m happy you liked it, I’m gonna go to the bathroom really quick and then get a drink, okay honey?” I laughed at the grandma ass nickname and then replied with a “okay.” As soon as he left I got pulled into a dark corner, chest to chest with someone that was heavy breathing. “Holy shit. Who are you and why are you panting?!” “Y/N shut the fuck up” “What are you doing chris? Why’d you pull me into the darkness” I laughed when I heard him huff. “You’re gonna take your cute ass over there to your sweet little boyfriend and tell him your friend Brooklyn is taking you home, hmm?” My legs felt like jelly when he said this because I mean, whose wouldn’t? “And what if I don’t?” “You’ll be missing out on something big sweetheart” He said with a smirk. “okay..” I walked over to James, praying that he wouldn’t be mad and confused. “Hey, where were you? I was looking everywhere for you.” “I was catching up with an old friend named Brooklyn, is it okay if she takes me home? We are just starting to have fun!” He looked at me weirdly, but finally caved in. “Okay, please text me when you are coming home.” I sighed with relief, “Thank you! I love you” He chuckled. “I love you too.” When he said that I started walking back over to Chris, feeling kinda bad about lying to him, but I mean, who cares?
When I walked back over to Chris, I didn’t think i would end up face down ass up in the backseat of his car. “Does that feel good sweetheart? do you like how good my dick feels in your tight little pussy?” He slapped my ass harshly, making me whimper. “Answer me Y/N or i’ll stop.” “It feels so ugh good, Chris! slap daddy! “That’s a good girl” “Chris it’s too much!” He pulled me by my hair harshly, making my back touch his chest, when he did this it hit a different part inside of me, making me moan loudly. “What’d I say about calling me Chris? It’s daddy to you slut.” I chocked out a sob, “I’m sorry daddy, it’s just too much!” “You can take it baby” He wrapped his arm around my front, slowly starting to rub my clit with a lot of pressure. “Daddy! I’m gonna come!” “Come around my dick sweetheart, it’s okay” As soon as he said I could, I released all my juices. “Where can I come baby?” “Inside please” After a couple more thrust I could feel his warm liquid filling me up. He let me calm down before pulling out and giving me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll take you home in the morning so you can get your stuff from his house.” “What do you mean Chris?” I was confused at what he was hinting at. “After this? Sweetheart, you’re mine.” Oh here we go again..
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