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read ur drunk shadow hcs and i haven't stopped thinking about it 👍

HHH I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT-

ngl I'm proud of em as well 💪🦔

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Author's Note …There comes a time in a writer's life when they just have to write kink headcanons for the sonic cast. Unfortunately. Every character in these headcanons are at least 18. I think that's obvious. I made more and tried to put them all into one big post but I think I'm gonna submit one at a time so let's go with Scourge first

Scourge The Hedgehog Kink Headcanons (NSFW)

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-> Power Play / Domination Kink (lowkey hidden desperation)

Scourge needs to feel in control - it’s how he protects his ego and buries his insecurity. Being the one in charge validates him. But sometimes, it’s about desperately proving he’s worth wanting. Meaning, he wants you begging, flustered, writhing beneath him as he doesn't stop hitting that particular spot in you. “Say it. Come on. Tell me you need me. Louder.” The more receptive you are, the more aroused he becomes. Absolutely horned up If you submit to him willingly, returning the same intensity he has for you. As for him being the submissive one - he hates it. At least at first. He needs to REALLY trust you in order for this experience to be positive for both of you. He hates not being in control and surrendering his power is the last thing he's comfortable with.

-> Loss Of Control Kink (something he would never admit)

Deep down, Scourge’s confidence is very fragile. So being made to lose control, whether from overstimulation, emotional vulnerability, or someone else taking charge, is very cathartic. Wouldn't happen on the first several sex sessions. Would take a lot of trust from both sides for him to entertain this kink of his. He might growl and resist, but the moment he fully eases into the situation, he's raw, needy, and unfiltered. He would scoff, his ego forbidding him from showing any weakness, but his body fully accepting the change of dynamics. "S-shut up… I’m not-…fuck, don’t you dare stop.”

-> Dirty Talk

He cannot. Shut. Up. Constant commentary. He’ll narrate what he’s doing to you, ask you to repeat his name, or whisper filth into your ear just to watch your face change. Will ask you to describe what you want from him in excruciating detail. The dirtier you get, the smugger he becomes.

-> Praise Kink

Continuing with loss of control and Scourge in a submissive scenario, if you start genuinely spilling out praise, affection filled compliments and assurances of loving him, he will just stop working. He will feel threatened at first, not used to this kind of intimacy. Imagine this: Him riding you (be it the real thing or a strap-on), trying to be cocky, starting with a "Like what you see, huh?” and you responding with a sincere "You're doing so good." and adding "I love you." sometime later. He feels sick, not even knowing if it's a good or a bad thing. "I don’t- shut up, shut up.” The only time when you will see him flustered.

-> Corruption Kink (in both directions)

Whether he’s the one corrupting someone innocent or being “tamed” by someone good, the contrast drives him wild. Leaning into the roleplay kind of stuff. Loves teasing goody-two-shoes types. “Bet you’ve never been touched like this, huh?” But if someone pure makes him whimper? He’ll remember it forever.

-> Mirror Kink

Lowkey, I think he'd have it. Scourge is cocky as hell, and seeing himself doing something filthy? That’s just bonus points. Coming back to his insecurities, it's also a form of self-reassurance. He needs to see that he’s desired and catch every glimpse of your delicious reactions. Gets off on it even more if you're flustered or in a messy state.

-> Degradation + Praise Kink

Loves keeping you on your toes. Filthy whispers falling into your ear. “Look at you. You're practically dripping, and we haven't even started. What a desperate and pathetic sight," followed by “You’re a fucking mess. That's so hot." Will insult you while touching you like you’re precious, type of deal. And then, when you least expect it, hits you with the most delicious "Good boy" or some alteration of it ("Good puppy/good kitty") Gets feral if you call him names back, anything under the sun. He eats up the compliments as well as sinfully derogatory comments. Melts if you moan his name like it means something.

-> Teasing / Edging Kink

Scourge lives for watching you lose control. Dragging things out gives him a god complex - he’ll push buttons just to see how long you’ll last. Using his tongue, hands, dick, toys, anything that gives you pleasure that he can take back in mere seconds, leaving you aching for more. He will stop just before the finish, smirking: “What? Gonna cry?”

-> Dacryphilia

The moment you cry, overwhelmed with pleasure, he’s wrecked. Not in a cruel sense (…perhaps just a little.) but because it proves how deep he’s gotten under your skin. He craves being unforgettable, and your tears are a great proof of that. He watches your face intensely when you’re close, waiting for that crack in your expression. If he's feeling frisky, might even lick it off just to fuck with you if you're embarrassed about it. "Aw, what’s this? Tears already? I haven’t even gotten serious yet.” “C’mon, don’t tell me I’m that good.” Secretly very stunned by the intimacy of it. If you're more of the fragile type, he won't be that much of an asshole. “Wait- hold up. Are you…?” He freezes, eyes darting. “…You're really cryin’. Shit. … That's hot.”

-> Marking (hickeys, bites, scratches)

He's territorial and loves leaving proof that he got to you first. It’s possessive, very visible, and taps into that primal “you’re mine” instinct. He loves showing everyone who you belong to, usually leaving hickeys and bite marks in the most visible places. His favorite spots are neck, thighs, chest and ears. Bites your shoulder when he's close to finishing. Smiles like a bastard when you try to cover them up. “Hope you don’t got somewhere important to be, sweetheart.”

-> Risk / Doing it in public Kink

He gets off on danger and rebellion. Doing something he shouldn’t - especially somewhere where someone else could almost catch you? Massive turn-on. He isn't afraid, purely lacking the shame. Will pull you aside in public just to whisper something filthy and watch the red appear on your face, at the most random moments, just to catch you off guard. If he's feeling especially naughty, he'll preface his words by saying something like "I gotta tell you something important.", getting your full attention. Grinds against you from behind in a crowd just to feel you squirm. Will absolutely try to coerce you into a quickie in the most inappropriate places.

-> Grinding

The first sign of Scourge being horny is grinding against you. Coming behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist until you finally realize the reason for the sudden affection. If you do the same at random, he's ready on the spot. Loves seeing you getting off on him, riding his thigh. It turns him on so much, it's hard for him to stop himself from escalating the situation even further.

-> Free Use Kink (previously discussed, of course)

Scourge loves control. The idea of having access to you whenever, or vice versa, feeds his dominance kink and his insecurity. He wants to believe you’re always craving him. Will say “you’re mine" like it’s a threat, but underneath this front, the translation for it would be "please don’t leave, please want me." You walking up and initiating without warning? That just breaks him in the best way. “Need something, sweetheart? Could’ve just said so…"

-> Scent Kink

Steal. His. Clothes. He loves when you go out of your way to take a piece of him. It flips a switch in his brain that says you're his. Jerked off after stealing your shirt for sure, does he regret it? Only if he gets caught. But even if that happens, he's still able to turn the tables on you and fluster you with his response. He'd freeze, hand already on his groin, your shirt clutched tight in the other. For a split second, his mouth opened, just to be covered with a smirk. "You just gonna stand there, or you wanna help?” He lifts the shirt up so you could see, slow and deliberate. “You left this behind. That’s on you.” He’s absolutely dying inside, but if you’re watching, he’s going to double down rather than admit how much he missed you.

-> Asphyxiation Kink

Being able to take your breath away (literally) feeds his ego. He’d test it slowly at first, hand around your throat, thumb under your chin, watching your pupils dilate when he squeezes just enough. Will get bolder if he notices you enjoy it. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Got no breath left to beg?”

-> Mouthplay Kink (Control / Humiliation / Intimacy aspect)

This kink isn’t just physical. Scourge is a control freak, using intimacy to prove how loyal you are to him. Exploring your mouth, whether with fingers, tongue, or even forcing you to keep your mouth open, is all part of him testing what he can do to you, what you will let him do. Licks into your mouth with zero hesitation, claiming it like he owns it, sometimes holding your jaw to keep you still, just to watch you squirm. He might disguise it as degradation, but part of him aches for intimacy. Mouths are intimate. Sharing breath, taste, the filthy oral sounds make him feel close, but he’ll never admit it. Will try to blur this line of intimacy with dirty quips like “Keep that mouth open, or I’ll find a better use for it.”

-> Bonus headcanon (aftercare)

He acts like he doesn’t need softness or tenderness, but once things get intense, he’s left raw and exhausted. He needs aftercare, but has no idea how to ask for it. Brushes you off when you're looking at him expectantly, “We’re done, right?” But if you pull him into a hug, he clings for dear life when he thinks you don't notice. He’s the type to say, “Don't look into it too much,” while burying his face in your chest.

-> Bonus bonus headcanon

The first few times you two get frisky, he lowkey treats you like a piece of meat. He doesn't trust people easily, so anything intimate, like looking into your eyes, seeing the love swimming in them, scares him. If the sex turns soft or intimate, he gets… weird. He wants that closeness, but it just freaks him out. He’ll avoid eye contact during slow intimacy but grip you tighter than ever. Will try to fight it by pushing you to both of your limits, staring at you with a lustful gaze, too focused on the heat of the moment to register how connected you two feel.

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Author's Note this got into my yt recommended and I thought drunk Shadow would be the cutest thing ever

Drunk movie!Shadow Headcanons

Established relationship drunk Shadow shenanigans.

character: Shadow The Hedgehog (movie ver) words: 824 reader: gender-neutral warnings: none except the alcohol duh, pure fluff

It would start simple. Him nursing a drink somewhere on the outskirts of the house, leaning on a wall. Probably observing you from afar as you talk to the others. He's not in a hurry to finish his drink, only doing it as something to pass the time. Not like he's talking enough for his lips to feel dry.

Seeing you let loose, enjoying yourself and looking extra cute while at it, warms his heart and lets him fully chill out. There's no reason to keep guard on a party surrounded by your friends, so Shadow eventually ends up drinking way more than he usually would. Even ultimate life forms may have trouble walking after the proper amount of alcohol.

The first sign of him being way too drunk would be the stifled chuckles. You getting up from the couch, offering him a hand to do the same, with him lowkey falling into your arms because his legs don't listen to him. The mere thought it happened is absurd enough for his face to crack with amusement. Seeing your smile as you catch him in an embrace, holding him like a princess and enjoying being his savior turns his own lips upwards. He will nonchalantly brush it off, even if the smirk on his face is undeniable. "I was merely testing your reflexes," he'd say, acting as if he's totally serious.

If you're a troublemaker, he'd be more inclined to be your partner in crime. While sober him wouldn't condone you stealing leftover shrimps from the kitchen, drunk Shadow might even indulge in them. Saying something about it being stupid before quickly covering your tracks and scurrying off to eat them in another room, like animals after a successful hunt. The lightheartedness and immaturity would remind him of causing mischief with Maria, even if he wouldn't consciously process it.

Secluding yourself from the party for a moment, Shadow would restore his energy away from all the ruckus. And his newly gained party aura shines even more when there's only you and him in the room. The moment when you hear him slowly burst with laughter at something you said is genuinely uncanny, but also very memorable. It's not like he's trying to be a brooding prick all of the time, he just usually doesn't feel like laughing. But with you, it's like a totally different story. He's living in the moment, not focusing on the future or the past.

After a few meaningful (or totally silly) conversations during your meal, you'd eventually get out to mingle with the crowd again. They didn't mind your disappearance, ready to engage you into whatever conversation they had going on. There'd be a noticable difference in how Shadow would behave. A small smile would be present on his lips, shoulders free of any tension and his arm somewhere around you. He doesn't feel the need for PDA often, but at that moment, he just needs to touch you. The warmth of your skin grounds him, reminds him of how happy he is to have you.

He'd also become bolder, perhaps even whispering some comments into your ear, making your cheeks warmer. They don't even have to be spicy, even the sincere compliments coming out of his lips provoke enough of a reaction. His hold on you would grow even tighter when hearing your coy chuckle. Return the comments with the same or even bigger intensity and you're gonna see the tips of his ears glow red.

He doesn't mind conversations with friends, but his sole focus for the night will be you. He's feeling extra loving and he's gonna show it. It's not often he feels so open, and any word out of his mouth will be sincere, and so will be his gestures. He'll do anything to see a smile on your face, even taking your hands into his to sway from side to side, twirl you around and then do his best recreation of that wave movement Maria taught him. If you reciprocate his lighthearted silliness, his heart swells with love. He's finally feeling happy and free. Will half-heartedly joke about not mentioning this to him tomorrow. If you do, that's one sure way to see him ducking his head in embarrassment.

By the end of the party (and lack of any other available alcohol to consume), Shadow would be tired enough to become a bit clingy. Alcohol numbs him down from his usual worries and when the exhaustion hits, he doesn't have the energy to think of how weird it is for others to see him curled up next to you like a koala. Be it leaning his head against your shoulder/chest or sitting on your lap, cuddled up. He's a grown ass hedgehog who just appreciates his partner, nothing wrong with what he's doing except it being so uncharacteristic of him. If anyone commented on it, he would quickly shut it down, though.

[half-dead-writer]

Hello! Could you do a masc (gn is okay too!) reader with Boom Shadow where reader is a minimum wage worker (probably works at meh burger or some cheap store) and Shadow falls head over heels for him? Straight up love at first sight. Like it's completely one-sided and he's really embarassed about having a crush on some random guy (of all people lmao) but he tries his best to befriend him. It's based on a trope i have with my OC and i thought it'd be fun to see how someone else would interpret the dynamic! (If possible, maybe Shadow successfully asks him out on a date at the end?)

Author's Note

ty for that fun request!! :3 I had a masc reader in mind for this one but once again I couldn't fit the masc mention anywhere so it kinda turned out gender neutral lol idk if I made him too dramatic but I hope you enjoy it anyway! i don't really know how to call this format, it's like a fanfic but also loosely written, like in headcanon form oh well, whatever, it exists

Favorite Employee

Shadow keeps coming back to Meh Burger, but not because of the food.

character: Shadow The Hedgehog (Sonic Boom) words: 2,386 reader: gender-neutral (intended to be masc) warnings: none, I think?? slightly suggestive at the end but nothing bad

How did that happen?

Shadow would've never indulged in his craving for a burger if he knew what the day would bring.

But today, the ultimate life form entertained his stomach's demands, chaos controlling himself right in front of the cursed place.

He knew the citizens well, at least from afar. So the moment be laid your eyes on you he knew you were a new face. He hardly cared for newcomers, but something about you, your clothes, your attitude, seemed to draw him in.

Of course, he ignored the feeling at first, placing confident strides towards the counter.

His sharp voice cut through the silence. "One burger."

Whatever your response was, be it dull like the rest of the place, kind, or even shy, the mere sound of your voice as you handed him the bag with a burger inside, telling him the amount of money he owed, felt like a gut punch to his entire being. On the outside, his face remained hardened, but the frown he usually wore started to show a different emotion. Surprise? Confusion?

He grabbed the bag after paying for it, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The cave did nothing to calm down his beating heart, his eyes hardly focusing on the glowing markings adorning the walls.

Why was this happening?

The hedgehog looked at the bag in his hand, fingers clutching the paper so tightly it caused creases to appear on it.

Even run-ins with the blue hedgehog didn't leave him so... exhausted? Like he was on the verge of falling down.

That stupid face of yours was etched into his brain, worming it's way into his thoughts.

It was all stupid.

He felt... anger.

Initially, he thought it was directed at you.

But the deeper he dug, he realized the anger was stemming from seeing himself as weak.

How could he react like that to a random Meh Burger employee?

It was embarrassing. And he couldn't even figure out why.

Struggling to confront his emotions, he carefully unwrapped the packaged item. The presence of the object reminding him of events that transpired moments ago.

He wasn't even hungry anymore.

Safe to say, you started to notice his face in the crowd more often. Always the same order, at the same time.

Shadow was not known for his predictable behavior, but from experience, you could swear he'd always be there to get his food on time. You always made sure to prepare the bag a few minutes before his arrival, starting to notice the approval in his poker face as he received the item. You had no idea about the sickening butterflies appearing in his stomach each time his hand brushed against yours as you passed him his order.

Every meeting of yours was simple. Shadow appeared to get the order. Took the goods. Then teleported back. No conversation exchanged besides except for the transaction.

Until the one time you got to work late and the first thing you saw after arriving there, was the ebony hedgehog, arguing with your coworker, Dave.

"This one is insufficient." His piercing gaze bore onto the burger as if trying to make it disappear. Some poor excuse of sustenance, not even served by you. "Where's (Y/N)?" He knew your name by heart now, catching a glimpse of it on your name tag.

"Sir, we ensure you all burgers are of the same quality. Fresh from the freezer." Dave explained, dead eyes staring back at the clearly annoyed customer.

"Not what I asked, fool." His sight narrowed, already impatient with this fruitless conversation.

Another lavender shirt with yellow leaf-markings came into his view, this time not as infuriating. You.

He felt the need to flinch but stood his ground, not moving a muscle as you approached closer.

Obviously confused, you asked about the commotion.

Shadow remained silent, glaring at Dave. He didn't have to explain himself.

"This guy asked about you." He shamelessly pointed at the hedgehog. "I'm taking my break." And then he was gone.

Your eyes met with his in a silent question.

Shadow wanted to speak, but no words were coming out. Why did he feel like was not the one in control of the situation?

It was hard for him not to sound like a fool when the reason for his annoyance was him not seeing you.

"I didn't like his attitude." He mumbled an explanation. It was close enough.

Seeing the smile appear on your face after was worth it.

It was official. You were a better employee than Dave. Which of course, wasn't a surprise, but it still fed your ego a bit.

You took the bag left by Dave, passing it over the counter.

Shadow almost hesitated to grab it, his brain flooded with several thought processes. Should he add something else?

The hedgehog slowly took the object out of your hand, fingers lightly brushing over your own. The contact was the final push for him to spill out the words.

"What time do you leave work?" His question sounded more intimidating than he planned to, the rushed rumble in his voice coming out almost like a growl.

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. Then quickly recovered, reminding yourself he waited for an answer. Looking at the time, you responded truthfully, be it curiosity, genuine fear or lack thereof.

Without breaking the eye contact, he asked, or more so commanded you to arrive at the destination and time chosen by him.

Without even waiting for your response, the last words you heard before him disappearing were "Don't be late."

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving you with... possibly a life or death situation. You really weren't sure whether the guy was asking you to hang out, or planned to murder you where no one could find your body. As a newcomer, you didn't know much about Shadow, but from the passing conversation, you knew he was not a creature to mess with. Why would he out of all people invite you to a hang-out? That question haunted your mind for the rest of the shift, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested. You had to know what was the hedgehog's deal, even if it killed you. Possibly, he wouldn't. By a stretch, you were his favorite employee, after all.

Shadow did not need to hear your response. He teleported somewhere calm where he could gather his thoughts. He didn't think he was able to hear the rejection coming from your mouth.

If you didn't accept his offer, you wouldn't show. All that was left to do was to wait for the time of the meeting.

Panic was not something he experienced often. Even fighting with the toughest foes was not as stressful as talking about his feelings. But at this moment, the place inbetween waiting for you to leave work and the meeting, Shadow couldn't escape the churning in his stomach. The dread reaching up his spine as he thought of his next course of action.

Shadow did not have a plan yet, but one thing was clear. He wanted you to stop invading his brain and making him feel distracted, weak. Wanted you to give him the attention he deserved. Wanted you.

Multiple scenarios played in his head, wanting to be prepared for every possibility. You running away, rejection, at worst, maybe laughter. None of them were positive, but he had to make sure he'd be able to accept the outcome, no matter the response.

He was rehearsing what to say in his mind. Wondering if he looks presentable. Checking the time over and over (he was not gonna be late). Picking where to stand so the lighting makes him look cooler, even if he wouldn't admit to that part. Everything had to be on his terms if he was gonna lower himself to be... vulnerable.

The time passed quicker than he'd like. He was already at the place, watching from afar, noting any movement that his eyes could catch. And alas, he had noticed your silhouette, approaching the meetup spot at the agreed on time.

He teleported behind you, earning a startled yelp that made a subtle smirk appear on his face for a moment.

“You’re late.”

You weren’t. It was just his way of managing the emotions threatening to rise to the surface.

Opening your mouth to respond, Shadow beat you to it and spoke first. He didn't wanna waste any time.

“Why did you smile?” His tone was flat, but the question held weight. “Earlier. When I said I didn’t like his attitude.”

He didn't know how else to ask "Do you like me?" without saying it out loud. He had to get some information before proceeding with the heavier stuff.

You hesitated for a second. Did he really have to get you out here just to ask that question? You decided to tell the truth.

“Well… it was nice to be appreciated.”

That caught him off guard.

His eyes widened slightly, just enough to be noticeable. His posture tensed, but not out of anger.

You gave a small shrug, trying to play it off, but the warmth in your voice betrayed you. “Nobody really notices when you do your job right. You noticed.”

He spoke after a second of suffocating silence. “That wasn’t the intention.”

You gave him a wry look. “You almost started a fight over a burger. Kinda seemed like it?"

His eyes narrowed, something in his expression shifting. His angry defensiveness was still there, but something else also shined through his attitude. Almost like he was... flustered.

“It wasn’t about the burger.” He grumbled, his voice keeping it's harshness. The questions were too much to bear.

“Then what was it about?” You couldn't stop the question from escaping your lips.

He looked away. Not down, but to the side, like your gaze was too much to handle. You could see the war behind his eyes. He wanted to retreat, teleport out, pretend this never happened. But he couldn't. His pride wouldn't let him.

“It wasn’t about the food. It was about you not being there.” The stiffness showed in the words that came out. Clearly, he wasn't used to spilling his thoughts like that.

You didn't know how to respond. Seeing your surprised and mildly confused expression, Shadow decided to continue.

"It shouldn't matter. Your absence should not distract me. And yet," he sighed bitterly, disappointed, more so at himself. "I can't get you out of my head."

His eyes returned to meet with yours with intimidating intensity. He took a step closer. "It's pissing me off."

You almost held your breath as the hedgehog approached, quiet yet heavy steps heading your way.

He stopped just a foot away from you. The silence between you both felt too loud, the lack of any response from him only adding to the rising tension in the air.

You swallowed, trying to make sense of the situation. “So… you like me, and that’s the problem?”

Shadow's cheeks get warmer, not used to such intimate matters in regards to him. It was uncomfortable.

“I don’t like you,” he snapped quickly, like a knee-jerk reflex. Then paused. A realization. “…I mean- I don’t just like you.” He mumbled the last sentence.

“I don’t know what this is. I don’t even know what I want from you,” he kept talking, not because he wanted to, but because now that the dam got broken, he couldn't stop. “I don’t even know why it’s you. But I can't keep pretending like it doesn’t affect me.”

Your silence stretched too long due to pure astonishment, hearing the raw sincerity in the hedgehog's words, and the hope for him to say something else

Shadow just stood there. His eyes searched your face, scanning for some sign, anything, that'd show him you weren’t about to laugh, dismiss, or worse, pity him.

But in that long several seconds, you were still quiet. Shadow was not satisfied with your "um"s and "uhh"s as you looked for a response that'd convey your opinion clearly.

His patience ran out prematurely and he took a single step back. Jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides, and voice filled with furious apprehension, barely keeping his cool.

“I didn’t say all that for nothing. You heard me. Now you deal with it.”

There was no warmth in his tone. Only a brittle edge, barely holding together the storm beneath it. He wasn’t angry at you. He was bracing himself. His harsh words were a desperate plea for you to do something.

Any hint of you reciprocating, be it approaching closer, a soft smile, physical touch or telling him about your feelings would give him the push he needed.

He'd close the leftover distance between you two, gaze locked into your eyes, your face, your lips. As if in disbelief. Adrenaline coursing through him like he was in the middle of a battle. Now that his emotions were fully on display, he had a hard time stopping them. The need to make you his. To express it.

He leaned in even closer. There was no doubt what the motion meant. He was about to kiss you, yet still gave you time to reject his advances, almost like a challenge.

When you didn't pull away, his lips finally pressed into yours.

The relief was immense, pulling his emotions out like a magnet to the surface. The kiss wasn't aggressive, but it was filled with restrained desire to devour you, now that he finally won.

Alternative take: if you'd be bold enough to kiss him first as your response (or showed obvious eagerness after he kissed you first)

One moment he was staring at your pretty face, next he felt the pressure on his lips.

It took him by a surprise, making him lose his cool for a second.

But as you showed him the extend of your approval, he quickly recovered, palms clinging to your sides, pulling you even closer.

Depending on your input, the kiss could get way more heated. You got this boy in the bag. Or vice versa.

As you parted ways, Shadow's expression was less guarded. He wore a satisfied smirk that went well with the gleam in his eye.

You were officially his.

[half-dead-writer]

Besides Reverse Flash. What other DC Comic villains would Scourge the Hedgehog cooperate with?

uhhhhhh sorry I don't know anything about DC asdjasuhdasuh

[half-dead-writer]

hello mr sir half dead writer sir welcome back from the grave and good luck with your requests my leige 💅✨️

hiii kind stranger I'm happy to be back and ty for the gl!! 💪💅

I alr have 2 requests that I'm planning to do today, so I think my resurrection is going great!!

ofc I'm taking it easy so it might not be much but it's gonna be honest work :3

[half-dead-writer]

can you please do a platonic chaos council x reader so the reader was from the prime verse and is the kid of eggman they was caught up in everything the reader is also dating neo metal sonic (sonic heroes never happened) so when the reader and neo metal sonic find them self's in new yoke city they go into hiding with neo using his shape shifting ability to disguise himself as an organic looking version of him self. now with the chaos council they see the reader and neo walking the streets but luckily the reader was using something that can disguise themselves as a mobian but the chaos council aren't folled and captured the reader and neo they are shocked to find out that neo is a robot and that the reader is human but what shocked them most was there memories because when the chaos council used a device that can look into others memories they find out that the reader is basically related to them and they all accept the reader into the chaos council and basically allow neo to date the reader (this is also basically a neo metal sonic x reader)

hii ty for the first ask!! Unfortunately I'm not doing sonic prime requests at the moment cuz I'm still not done watching the first season oughh

[half-dead-writer]

Not me sleep-deprived deciding I'm reopening askbox but this time with sonic characters (this post is rushed but I'm excited to start writing again!)

Turns out the "I'm gonna finish all the requests" mindset was not healthy at all so now I'm just gonna do whatever I have the inspo for the most. Send in as many requests as you'd like! Not all of them will be done but I hope to do at least a few! Looking forward to doing some simple but fun headcanons! Gimme some ideas!

I'll write for:

Scourge the Hedgehog

Silver the Hedgehog

Shadow the Hedgehog (movie ver / boom ver)

Knuckles the Echidna (movie ver / boom ver)

(Neo) Metal Sonic

Sonic the Hedgehog (movie ver / boom ver / werehog ver)

read rules before requesting (I only do gn or masc reader btw)

[half-dead-writer]

Author's Note

Scourge might be a bit OOC here, I dunno. First time writing him lol Also let's go the boring way and say Scourge spent some time in jail before being let out for good behavior. He's still an edgehog and asshole but he's aware he can't just go out ordering people around. He's an acquired taste.

And here's me once again changing the fandom for my fics woops

House Party

You and Scourge have a good time at Sonic's party.

character: Scourge The Hedgehog (Sonic The Hedgehog) words: 3,588 reader: gender-neutral warnings: loosely written cuz it's my first sonic fic and i can do what i want, brief Sonadow and Rougamy, briefest angst by the end cuz I wanted to explain why Fiona's not here

Scourge being attendant of Sonic's houseparty was a surprise to say the least. It's true he changed, at least a bit, but you couldn't blame anyone for not forgiving him yet, still treating him with understandable wariness. Scourge didn't really care. He mostly entertained the invite just because it was something to kill the time, free booze and snacks included. The visible negativity reflecting in the other guests' eyes served him some sort of pride, reminding him of his previous days of glory, even if it was a stretch. He didn't mind being an outcast. He didn't. And the biggest factor for him to come. You were also at the party.

You and him had some history. Mostly consisting of him getting on your nerves. It was a playful banter, at least in his mind. He tested your limits, but never pushed hard enough to cross a line. With this dynamic, he was drawn to you every chance he got. Some teasing here and there, not respecting personal space, typical Scourge flirting techniques. But it wasn't serious. You noticed he was a flirt, and as far as you knew, he was dating Fiona. There was no way Scourge was serious, and both of you knew that. The alternative was Scourge cheating on Fiona, with you, which was an even worse option. You were not gonna be a side piece.

After Scourge got out of jail, and he got properly reintroduced to the group, he expected you to look at him with the same disapproval others had shown him. Who else was he, if not a criminal, after all? But, to his surprise, although your demeanor was reluctant and a bit awkward after not seeing each other for so long, there was no disgust or fear while interacting with the green hedgehog.

You were a very patient person, he came to realize. At first, he saw it as a weakness, someone easy to exploit and endure his antics, but you made sure to show him it wouldn't be easy. You still had some backbone, and made it pretty clear you were not gonna deal with his bullshit. He took the hint, even though it mildly bruised his ego. He couldn't unleash his rage on you, as much as he'd like in that moment. He was supposed to be in control, always. But the years spent in jail proved that the tables may turn on him just as well, and he wasn't gonna learn this lesson again. Fortunately for him, a bit of respect got him a long way. As long as he kept in mind your boundaries, you didn't hold any ill will towards him. You treated him like an equal. It was still hard to admit he saw you as a friend, but he could at least say you were his ally.

So, naturally, as soon as he arrived at Sonic's house, his objective was to find you. Moving through the party crowd like a snake slithering to it's prey, he spotted you, leaning against a wall, cradling a red cup in your hands. You didn't seem particularly bothered, probably just recharging away from all the ruckus. Your attention shifted to him as soon as the green blur came into your view.

"Oh, hi," you turned to face him, a friendly, relaxed grin adorning your lips. Even though Scourge was far from being a good influence, he was still a welcome sight. More often than not, you found him entertaining, which kept your opinion of him in a somewhat positive light.

"I see your majesty has decided to bless us with his presence tonight." You tried to joke lightheartedly. In the recent days you opened up to the hedgehog a lot, letting your silly side shine through a bit more. It was a regular occurrence for you to banter back and forth, just like the old times, except this time it had a lot more comradery than the tasteless flirting in the past. It was actually pretty enjoyable, a game of push and pull.

"All hail the king, baby." He bared his sharp teeth in a content smirk, deciding to join your side, his body leaning against the wall next to you. "Couldn't leave you to enjoy the party by yourself now, could I? It'd be mighty boring for everyone here." His gaze focused intently on the item in your hands, before he made an attempt to swipe it out of your grasp. You looked at him as he sniffed the cup, appalled expression on your face. He still had his past audacity, but you couldn't say you didn't expect it. You noted he only acted this way with you. He didn't actually have the balls to start anything with people who still obviously didn't trust him. Seemingly, he trusted you enough to tolerate his brash behavior.

"Hey, that's mine." You argued, crossing your arms in a petty display of annoyance.

"You already had your share, I just arrived." He scoffed, offended. Although he didn't let go off the stolen cup, he looked at you for a moment, as if asking for a silent permission. You didn't care that much for the leftover alcohol in there, so with an exasperated sigh, you let your arms fall down, choosing to just ignore it. He took it as a green light, gulping the liquid in one quick swoop.

"Of course you'd be drinking the weakest shit in here. Was there even any alcohol in it, or was it just a soda?" His shit-eating grin was just a bit less mean than the ones he gave you before his time in jail. It was his way of showing you his jab wasn't that serious.

"You got it for free, and you're still complaining?" You quipped back, one eyebrow raised to show how unamused you were. You heard a chuckle in response.

"Let's get you some real booze, eh?" He backed off the wall, heading to the nearest table that held the desired drinks.

In no time, you found yourself enjoying the time spent with Scourge. It became even more bearable with a few shots of vodka. Laughter filled the room when you and him came up with the stupidest jokes, probably bothering anyone within your earshot. And much to Scourge's surprise, with you around, he didn't even think of the party as a waste of time. Caught in a good mood, you two were open to joining the game the others had set up.

A different take on spin the bottle. It starts with a group of people sitting in a circle, with one person throwing the bottle into a whirl, forcing it to reveal the partner for the real game. The game of jenga. The loser would have to tell the truth, or do a dare, depending on which one they chose. Of course, a game of jenga would seem boring in comparison to the kissing game, but the alcohol coursing through everyone's veins made the show very entertaining. The rivalry born from this competition would probably stay with both opponents even after the party ended.

Shadow lost against Sonic. He chose dare, not trusting Sonic to choose an adequate question. His dare consisted of eating a chili dog. He wasn't thrilled about it, but done the challenge with dignity. Sonic had the biggest grin when he said the food was acceptable. Another duo was Amy and Rouge. The tough battle chose Amy as the loser, and the pink hedgehog chose the truth. The bat's eyes shone with mischief as she whispered her question to Amy, who's cheeks became as rosy as her last name. Amy revealed her answer, too quiet for anyone but the bat to hear it. Rouge passed you the bottle and then shifted her attention back to the coy Amy.

You were prepared to beat anyone in this room, hoping the luck would be on your side this time. When the bottle stopped perfectly on Scourge, you were met with the biggest, competitive grin.

"Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you." He didn't bother hiding his determination, blue eyes shining with newfound purpose.

"We'll see about that." You rebuffed, feeling a smile forming on your lips.

The battle was long, but eventually, the wooden blocks chose to betray you, ruining the pretty long tower with a dissatisfying sound. Scourge howled with laughter, his smug expression only infuriating you more. The cheap cologne assaulted your nostrils as he got closer. "Well, would you look at that. I won."

"Yeah, yeah, don't let it get to your head." You rolled your eyes, but the gesture wasn't that serious. He snickered to himself, obviously enjoying his victory.

"So, what shall it be?" His tone turned sickeningly sweet. "Truth, or dare?"

By now you had at least half of the room's attention on you. Being stuck between choosing a truth or dare from the green hedgehog was probably considered some form of torture by the other participants. Who knows what embarrassing things could Scourge come up with? Thinking over your options, you felt daring today. The booze made you let loose, naively hoping Scourge's dare wouldn't totally destroy your reputation. You had hoped the time spent with him proved something, that he wouldn't just throw you under the bus like that, just to get a chance to one up you.

"Dare." You said, nonchalantly. Some gasps were heard in the crowd, people obviously wondering whether you had lost your mind. Scourge, on the other hand, was positively intrigued by your bravery. He hummed in thought, resting his chin between his fingers.

"A dare, huh?" His smug look made you doubt your choice of words. "Alright. I can work with that." He got back into his sitting spot, stretching his legs as he plopped onto a pillow, giving some semblance of comfort against the hard ground. You followed his actions with your gaze, his ominous silence only fueling your curiosity about the challenge.

"I dare you to sit on my lap throughout the rest of the game." The words slid effortlessly off his tongue. His sight reamined on you, gauging your reaction. You couldn't deny, it was a bold request, but he could've gone with way worse.

Making your way to him with dignity, you wordlessly took a spot on his lap, not caring much to hold back your weight. He wanted it, after all. Scourge was positively surprised at how easy it was for him to get his wish. Making yourself comfortable, you leaned your back against his chest. You didn't expect him to be so warm, and actually pretty cozy. A pair of arms wrapped around you unexpectedly, keeping a solid but comfortable grip around your waist. The game continued, the guests mostly ignoring the uncanny display after they got their share of appalled looks.

Rest of the game went pretty smoothly. The bottle kept making rounds, throwing next challenges to both you and Scourge, each taking on different participants. But after each "tournament", both of you returned to your previous position. None of you really addressed what's going on between you two, silently enjoying your current circumstances. Scourge went as far as lazily leaning his chin against your shoulder as he judged the other competitors, an action that should probably bother you a lot more than it did. Somehow, it felt comforting.

After everyone had their turn at least twice, the party began to slowly die down. Exhaustion seeped into everyone's muscles, resorting to some of the people ending the night earlier, heading off to sleep. You and Scourge were one of the few people awake, still entangled in the now casual embrace. The elephant in the room made itself known as soon as the last few participants got up to get hydrated, leaving to their own sleeping spot. You knew you should probably get up, but the current position felt so nice, you didn't wanna let go.

Scourge was the one who broke the spell, muttering lazily into your ear. "I need to get a smoke."

Taking the hint, you got up. He did so as well with some trouble, losing balance in the process. You were inclined to give him a hand for support, but he managed to find his footing pretty quickly. You never thought you'd consider a drunk hedgehog this adorable.

As soon as you crossed the border to the outside, you felt the wind pass you by in the most uncomfortable sensation. Ignoring the goosebumps appearing on your skin, you leaned onto the nearby railing, waiting for Scourge to dig out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He passed you the pack in a silent offer. You took it.

He was courteous enough to light up your cigarette. You blew the smoke onto the cold air, briefly hugging your body with one arm in attempt to fend off the chill. Scourge leaned against the railing next to you, observing the visible puff of your breath mixed with the smoke. The night was quiet, the music now almost completely stopped. Not a word was spoken between you two, but it was a comfortable silence. You knew you were gonna look back on this memory fondly. Well, as fondly as you could with the cold distracting you at the moment.

Scourge seemed to notice your problem, the way your body shivered, along with your attempt to downplay it. It was nothing, you could handle it.

That was until you felt the familiar warmth creep up your side again, with Scourge's arm pulling you closer, letting you use his body as a personal heater. You wanted to comment on it, opening your mouth to come up with some witty quip, but there was nothing. You were left... kind of speechless. Such a small gesture, yet it spoke a lot about the progress in your relationship with the hedgehog. It wasn't to make a point, to start another bickering session. He simply... cared enough for you not to freeze. Which warmed your heart more than your body. Scourge's expression was left ambiguous, almost as if he didn't register his action at all. As if it was normal. Despite Scourge's hopes of you not commenting about it, his ear turned your way as soon as he heard your voice.

"...I see you're getting cold." You started, hoping it didn't sound too accusatory. It was a lighthearted remark, one to show that you were fine with the situation. He merely scoffed, taking a second to think of a response.

"You got it for free, and you're still complaining?" He looked for your reaction, obviously using your previous words. You couldn't help but chuckle, leaning closer into his embrace. Scourge's grip on you became less tense as he felt you accepting his touch.

"That's not a complaint," you clarified after taking a drag out of your cigarette, blowing the smoke the other way. "I'll take what I can get."

Scourge couldn't deny he felt a spark of affection towards your way, seeing how your features softened in an earnest smile. You were enjoying yourself, shamelessly. He was almost jealous of how carefree you looked.

"Well, enjoy it then." He puffed the smoke away, his tone almost somber. The energy has also drained from him as well, turning him into a somewhat mellowed out version of himself. Sleep was threatening to overtake him any minute now, which is why he wasn't as high alert as usual. He was actually honestly relaxed, the need for being in control swept away by the wave of exhaustion. It probably didn't count as pure relaxation, but the way he had you in his grasp just felt right. No strings attached, it seemed.

One fact had managed to slip your mind up until this point. What happened to Fiona? You realized too late you spoke your thoughts out loud, hearing a displeased grunt from the previously content Scourge. It was obviously not a topic he wanted to expand on, but you had no way to take it back.

"We broke up." Scourge muttered, a hint of his usual bite returning for just a minute, until it was covered by an uncaring facade. His grip on you tightened for a second, signalizing it was probably a very sour experience. I mean, they were pretty much codependent on each other. You couldn't imagine how rough it must've been, with everything else that has been on his plate.

"Oh." Was all you managed to say, regretting bringing the topic up.

"Not something I wanna think about it." He said, a feeble attempt to hide the flaring defensiveness. His expression was not betraying much, and at the same time disclosing a lot. The memory obviously brought back some pain that he'd rather not get into. That was fair. "Not when I managed to finally catch some break this month."

"Yeah, don't worry, I ain't gonna push. Uh, sorry for bringing it up." You reassured him, only getting an acknowledging, quiet grunt in response. A minute of tense silence passed by, and you began to worry you managed to break the mood of this so far pretty successful party, until you felt his body leaning against you. His chin rested on your shoulder once more, his chest pressed against your back, just like it did during the jenga wars. He sighed heavily through his nose, inevitably inhaling some of your scent. It was mixed with the alcohol and cigarettes, but it was still distinctively of you. The smell was comforting, although he would never admit it.

"I'm tired the fuck out. Wanna hit the hay?" He turned his head to you, your faces mere inches away. His tone might have sounded disinterested, but there was also a certain softness to it. The tired rasp in his voice was soothing, a big difference to his usual spunk. You knew not a lot of people got to experience Scourge in this state. You were lucky.

"Yeah," you nodded simply, going back to the warm house. Both of you were exhausted, your sole objective to find anywhere to sleep. You haven't really discussed the details beforehand, leaving you to search for any place that wasn't occupied by the already sleeping guests. Fortunately, you noticed the host.

"Oh, hey, still awake?" Sonic chimed in, his tone friendly but also obviously tired.

"Not for long," you started, offering a smile in return. "Got any free space to sleep?"

"Oh, um..." He looked around the place, his thought process visible out in the open. "Let's see..." He sped off to get some pillows and blankets, putting them on the carpet. It was an unoccupied corner near the wall. Small and slightly further away from the other guests.

"Sorry, the best spots are already taken." He pointed at the couch, housing at least 3 other mobians in there.

"Anything works, really." You laid down on the soft (as much as it could be) ground, your sore muscles getting a rest from being up all night. Scourge's sight jumped from you to Sonic, his brow raised in an obvious question.

"And where do I sleep?" He asked bluntly, not bothering to sugarcoat his question. Sonic did not have that privilege yet.

"You're sleeping here." You stated, sure of yourself, moving your body to make some space. You were way too tired to care. Scourge, even if surprised, didn't show it. His knees bent on their own and in no time he was laying next to you, his eyelids threatening to close any minute. Sonic, noticing he wasn't needed anymore, offered a sleepy goodnight and headed to his bedroom. Scourge grumbled something in return, but it was hardly a goodbye.

Finally having a moment to rest, you recalled all the good times from tonight, slowly succumbing to slumber. Your hazy train of thought was disrupted by Scourge's quiet rasp.

"Guess all I needed was some alcohol to get you to sleep with me." You didn't even have to open your eyes to sense his stupid grin. You scoffed, but a smile occupying your lips betrayed you weren't about to reprimand him.

"I expect you to take me to dinner afterwards." You replied with your own playful remark, hearing him barely stifle the chuckle to not wake up the others.

"Oh, you're expecting a lot then." He quipped back, rotating his body to face you. Opening your eyes, you could barely make out his amused features in the dark, but the close proximity definitely helped. Somehow, it didn't push you away. It made you want to get even closer. Not commenting on your actions, you scooted closer, deciding that Scourge's chest was way comfier than the old pillow Sonic gave you. You didn't miss the way his breath hitched when your arm carelessly fell on his waist.

"You sure you haven't drank too much tonight? The hangover's gonna be a hell of a bitch to deal with tomorrow." He teased, trying to regain some confidence in his voice. He did enjoy the superiority he felt in the current circumstances, but this territory was unknown. Usually people recoiled in disgust, not willingly crawled up to him.

"You sure you wanna ruin the moment?" You were too tired for your casual bickering, resorting to painful bluntness, sure that it would shut him up.

It did.

After concluding he did not have a valid response, defeated, he resorted to putting his arm loosely on your side after a cynical chuckle.

Whether you knew it or not, Scourge considered this night a win.

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Stranger Things Masterlist

SYMBOL MEANINGS

★ - Fanfic (one shot or with chapters) ✦ - Headcanons ♡ - NSFW -> other

Eddie Munson

★ - You Bet! (1/?)

★ - Expect The Unexpected (friend's fic, not mine)

(gonna edit n add more characters later it later bleh)

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Author's Note A drabble my friend wrote for me!! Posting it for them

Expect The Unexpected

Reader goes to Eddie's to get some weed (and puts eyeliner on him)

character: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) words: 1,590 reader: gender-neutral (leaning slightly into masc) warnings: NOT MY FIC!! A friend wrote it for me, lowkey no consent for a sudden tonguing but it's fine reader is into it, rushed ending?? (friend's words not mine)

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ‣ 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝔪𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

You had been invited into Eddie's house, the slightly taller rockerboy leading the way through his house to his cluttered room. There were clothes scattered everywhere, Dungeon and Dragons manuals, his guitar lovingly hung up by a mirror. You weren't really surprised by the state of the place, moreso surprised he was bringing you to his room.

You had known Eddie for as long as you could remember and over the years had grown that bit closer to him through joining his Dungeons and Dragons games and buying weed from him, but this felt different. 

"Mi casa es su casa," he announced, taking a seat on the bed and petting the spot next to him for you to sit beside him. 

You gingerly took the spot indicated, perching on the very edge of the bed. Unable to meet his deep brown red-rimmed gaze, you shifted and looked around at the clutter awkwardly. "Nice room?" You offered up, uncertain. 

Eddie laughed and you caught a whiff of the pungent smell of marijuana mixed with that trashy axe smell all boys had because they didn't spend the money to smell good. His arm was slung over your shoulders and he leaned into your face, his curly hair tickling your cheek. "Well, you aren't really here to admire my room, are ya?"

"W-well no, I was going to buy some more weed-" You manage to stutter out, flushing faintly. 

Eddie didn't usually touch you, your interactions were friendly, sure, but nothing like this. Maybe the occasional brush of a hand when exchanging money and weed. 

"Oh yeah? Not to see little old me? I'm hurt!" He moved away, clutching the spot over his heart dramatically as if it were hurting. "You wound me, Y/N, I thought we had something more!"

You blinked in surprise, perplexed by the theatrics before bursting out laughing at the pure silliness of it all. "Eddie, the man that you are. Roll me a blunt, dumbass."

You gave him a playful shove to the shoulder, still laughing and found that he was laughing along too, brown eyes crinkled and huge grin on his face. "Yeah, yeah, pushy much?"

You watched, amused, as he got up and shoved everything on a set of drawers onto the floor. He started chopping some weed up, back turned to you, shoulders shifting under his shirt as he worked. The smell of weed in the air got much, much stronger within the cluttered space.

"You should clean your room," you teased, leaning back on your hands. 

"What are you, my dad?" Eddie teased back, shooting you a playful glare before turning around with a flourish. Holding up the blunt as if it were something to be worshipped. "My magnum opus, mon ami."

He passed it to you before sitting beside you again, his jean clad thigh brushing against yours. You fished around in your pocket, fumbling for a lighter and then fumbling to light it before taking a puff. 

The minutes ticked by in companionable silence as you passed the blunt back and forth. When it was around halfway done, Eddie stood up and gathered up his guitar, resuming his spot beside you as he started playing what seemed to be random notes. You definitely didn't recognise them. He didn't reach for the blunt again, which forced you to hold it out wordlessly to his lips for him to take a puff before taking it back. It was then that the realisation of the fact that you had been indirectly kissing with Eddie this whole time you were sharing the blunt sank in. You could feel your face heating up, becoming acutely aware of the tangy taste of his saliva that was lightly on the butt your lips were around. It led to you wondering what his lips would feel like against yours and you intently watched the pink of them close around the butt as he took another hit, the softness brushing your fingers. Which only made your face get redder.

"So, um, you been playing a while?" You asked, trying to distract your mind from its wandering thoughts. 

Eddie looked up at you, grinning as though he knew exactly what you were thinking, ringed fingers moving expertly over the instrument. "Something like that."

"Oh," you were not happy that he wasn't engaging with your questions, but the way he was looking at you.. it made your stomach fill with butterflies. 

He was still looking at you, brown eyes sparkling with mischief in the dark room. He had nice, long eyelashes that brushed his cheeks when he blinked.. you found yourself wondering how much more his eyes would pop with eyeliner. Wait... why was he still looking at you?

"W-what? Is there something on my face?" You looked away, rubbing at your face. 

"You're totally hogging the weed, dude," Eddie commented lowly, a playful grin stretching across his face. 

Your eyes darted to your other hand, the blunt burning away, nearly done by now. You had forgotten it was there, so enamoured by Eddie. "Ohhh," you hesitated, before taking the final drag with a smirk. 

You watched Eddie's face fall, a glint of what looked like anger in his eyes before he put his guitar down on his other side and grabbed your jaw lightly. 

"That wasn't very nice of you," he chided quietly, leaning closer, but he was smiling. 

He didn't seem actually mad at you, just pretending. His lips were against yours then, chapped, rough and sliding against your own. You made a noise of surprise, mouth falling open and moving to scramble back, but his grip on your jaw tightened, rings digging into your flesh. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, the tangy taste of weed filling your senses as he sucked the smoke from your mouth. You were far too surprised to even react, just staring at him, wide eyed like a deer in headlights. Your brain was not computing this. Why was it even happening?

He eventually pulled back, exhaling the smoke with a grin and looking over at you. 

"What?" He asked you, voice low and playful. 

"What.. was that for?" You were breathless, touching your lips, the taste of his tongue still strong in your mouth. 

"Felt like it," he shrugged, leaning back with a sigh of contentment. 

That wasn't helping. God, he was infuriating and so, so attractive. 

It was quiet for a few moments after that, the air charged and tense, at least to you. Your heart was thumping, face red, stomach churning as you tried to process Eddie kissing you. It had to just be for the smoke right? Surely it wasn't actually a kiss? But he had used tongue and that wasn't necessary. 

"Hey, have you ever considered wearing eyeliner?" You asked, out of nowhere, just wanting to shuffle to a different topic and dissipate the awkwardness. 

"Eyeliner? Like, the makeup?" Eddie asked lazily, laying back and staring at the ceiling. "Isn't that for girls?"

"I think you'd look good in it," you insisted, fishing in a pocket and pulling out an eyeliner pencil. "Can I put some on you?"

Eddie frowned, staring at you for a long moment before shrugging. "Sure, whatever."

You shifted to lean over him on your knees, uncapping the eyeliner. He eyed it skeptically, but didn't comment on it. You hesitantly moved it close to his face. "I need to draw on your waterline, is that okay?"

"It comes off, right?" Eddie stared up at you, looking a bit confused and unsure. 

"Yeah, it'll come off," you took that as a green light and started rubbing the tip of the pencil along his waterline. 

He occasionally blinked and winced, unused to the feeling. You allowed him short breaks when he did before continuing. It took longer than it should have and you occasionally missed and got it on his cheekbone, but by the end, his eyes were popping against the black waterline. 

"Wow," you breathed, putting the cap back on the pencil and shoving it back into your seemingly endless jacket pocket. 

"Surely it doesn't make that big of a difference?" Eddie chided lightly, rolling his eyes. 

That movement alone looked infinitely more sexy while he was wearing eyeliner and you sighed dreamily, staring intently down at him. 

"I guess it does," Eddie corrected after a moment, staring up at you in return. 

There was a quiet charged moment before Eddie's hand had made it to the nape of your neck, guiding your face gently towards his. 

"You didn't kiss me back before," Eddie pointed out after a moment, when your faces were mere inches apart. 

"O-oh, I thought- the blunt-" you stammered out, surprised by his comment, face heating up yet again. He couldn't just say these things while wearing eyeliner! It wasn't fair!

"Y/N... I like you," Eddie confessed quietly. "I want to kiss you."

"Oh!" You weren't sure how to respond. You had liked Eddie for so long it was like second nature. This was insane. "I.. like you and want to kiss you too."

Eddie pulled you in for another kiss. This one was slower and you hesitantly reciprocated, all gentle tongues and lips. Again, the taste of marijuana was strong in your mouth as Eddie's tongue explored, chapped lips pressing against your own. 

When he gently pushed you away by the chin, you were both panting, a string of saliva connecting you for a moment before breaking. 

"Mine," Eddie announced quietly, your heart giving a flutter in reply. 

His indeed. 

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Author's Note hi sorry my SPTO hype died, I will feed you Stranger Things content now. also trying new post layout, idk if i fw it yet but let's see

You Bet! (1/?)

Eddie accepts a bet. If he's able to hold a date for a week, Gareth will buy him new strings for his guitar.

character: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) words: 2,310 reader: gender-neutral warnings: no beta

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ‣ 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝔪𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

The lingering smell of weed filled the whole room, sinking it's teeth into the two men's clothes.

"Yeah, as if," Gareth's disbelieving chuckle only fueled Eddie's growing frown.

"What, you think I'll be single my whole life?" He took a drag of the joint held between his fingers, somewhat mindful not to blow the smoke right into Gareth's amused face.

"Haven't seen you with anyone lately," he smirked, taking the object from Eddie's grip to take a hit as well. "Or, scratch that, ever. Almost making me think you're going celibate."

Eddie merely scoffed, choosing to occupy his now free fingers with a tug on his ring, "I just haven't tried hard enough." He said, only half joking. It's not like he hasn't tried asking out a handful of people a few years back. As luck would have it, his advances were rejected. He blamed his buzzcut and lack of now more established charisma for his shitty love life, and nowadays, he was called a freak, which lowered his chances even more. But maybe, if a right person came into his life, he could win them over. He just preferred to focus on what he already had, satisfying his need for company with his friend and DnD campaigns.

Although Gareth's quips were playful, they did sting a little. Part of him knew it could be his reality, but that's not what he wanted to think about during this nice evening.

"Uhuh." Gareth let the smoke out of his lungs, holding his need to cough. "You know, if you managed to get a date, I think it'd be a miracle."

"Yeah?" His response came back with some challenge in his voice, mostly to distract himself from the awful feelings threatening to rise to the surface. "You think I can't woo someone with my amazing charm? Watch me." He leaned back on Gareth's couch, crossing his arms behind his head, throwing his legs on the table and pretending his cockiness wasn't just a coping mechanism for his awfully bad luck in dating.

Gareth chuckled wholeheartedly, "you're so sure about that?"

"Sure, man," he shrugged, keeping an aura of self assurance, although not denying it might have just all been a joke. He knew he would fail.

Narrowing his gaze in an amusement, Gareth spoke, "If you do manage to get a date, I'll buy you those new strings you wanted. It has to last for at least a week, though."

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah. Of course, if I confirm this person really does exist, and wants to date you. Deal?"

Eddie hesitated for a moment, returning to his previous sitting position, now hunched over, with elbows resting on his knees. If he really was able to convince someone, even just for a week, this would be a good deal. Minus the amount of cringe he'd have to go through to get into that position first.

Humming in thought to add to his dramatics, he reached out his hand to shake Gareth's hand after a while.

"You drive a hard bargain, dude," he smiled back with confidence. "Deal."

- - -

Just as Eddie returned from his hangout at Gareth's house, the phone in his pocket buzzed, lighting itself up with a clear message on it's screen. He was able to read it after lazily taking it out.

Y/N Heyyy my favorite friend can I get some weed?

"Y/N." Eddie thought to himself. Maybe there's a chance he will win the bet, after all.

Quickly typing his response and arranging a meeting at his trailer, Eddie laid his upper body on his bed, his phone carelessly being thrown beside him. Staring at the ceiling, he thought of how to approach the topic. Your friendship was long and stable enough for his request to not be outrageous, but of course, he had to acknowledge how sudden it would be to you. Over the course of your friendship, neither of you had a partner - at least from what he knew of your dating history - so maybe it would benefit you both in the end? Getting some practice before the real thing. Mulling over the possible conversation, he concluded the worst reaction he'd get is you brushing him off with an amused chuckle at the bizzarre offer, at best, you'd have a funny story to reminisce together. Having calmed down his silly doubts, he got up from his bed with a pep in his step, a necessary hurry from expecting you to arrive in just a few minutes. Where did he put his stash again?

His train of thought was abruptly stopped when he heard the familiar sound of your calm knocking at the door. He halted his search, scurrying towards the entrance of his trailer, pulling the handle to reveal your figure before him.

"Hey," you started, offering a chill smile after seeing the face of your best friend, wearing his Hellfire t-shirt, some comfortable pants and and the always messy hair of his. You were no different, arriving at the place with an outfit someone could mistake for your pajamas. You lived nearby, it was late, you really wanted some weed and an unexpected visit at his home didn't really require you to dress in your best attire.

"Welcome to my lair, what can I get you?" He moved past the doorway, bowing theatrically as you entered.

"Your best product, my good sir." You replied, corners of your lips raising up at the dramatic gesture. Making yourself fully comfortable, you took a seat on his bed, the mattress creaking slightly under your weight.

"We offer only the best for the best," you caught his playful wink before he crouched beside his nightstand, "you're lucky that you qualify."

"After three years of friendship I'd be offended if I wouldn't," you exhaled through your nose amused, glancing over his shoulder as he looked for the little green bag.

"Aha! Knew I did put it there," he exclaimed satisfied, holding the desired product. "And how much do you want?"

"How much is in there?"

"About 5 gram," he estimated, looking at the bag.

"I got, uh… 25 bucks," you deadpanned, taking the cash out of your pocket.

"You do know you're robbing me blind here, right?" Eddie threw his head down as he chuckled.

"I know, I know, you can take some off of it, or I can pay you the rest later?" You offered a guilty grin, painfully aware of the cost.

"Tell you what," Eddie sighed, occupied a spot beside you, "I'll give you this for twenty, and in return, you're gonna do something for me." He flashed you his teeth, a mysterious offer sparking your curiosity.

"Yeah?" With your interest fully peaked, Eddie knew his mission was almost halfway in his reach. "And what would that be?"

Setting the weed aside, his eyes wandered through his room, focused on nothing particular. He always had to make his announcements dramatic, so you patiently waited until the words would finally come out of his mouth. Breaking the silence while playing with a loose strand of his hair, he started, "So… me and Gareth had a bet."

"Uhuh?" You tilted your head, smiling and ready for the grand reveal.

He bit back on his shameful grin, only slightly avoiding your eye contact as he continued, "we bickered some during our last hangout, he said I wouldn't be able to get a date, ever, I clapped back that it wouldn't be impossible, yadda yadda, he said if I got a date and could hold it for at least a week, he would buy me the new strings for my sweetheart," at last, he returned to your gaze, probing for your reaction.

"And… how do you plan to do that?" You asked hesitantly, unsure if your assumption was correct. His goofy grin was an enough of an answer for you even before he confirmed your doubts.

"Well, since you're one of the few people I can trust, I thought, hey, why not recruit you to help me with this conundrum?" He leaned a bit closer to you, enough to the point where you could smell his cheap deodorant, fighting with the everpresent stench of weed. His suggestion made you look like a deer in headlights, forcing you to take a second to process what he just said, until an uncomfortable laughter fell out of your lips.

"Really?" You asked, words involuntarily forming, just to cover the silence that threatened to invade your little conversation.

"Yeah, why?" His big brown eyes skimmed over your unsure expression, almost making him wish he had kept his mouth shut.

"I mean-" You stuttered, the painfully awkward chuckle still insistent to be let out, "That's- unexpected."

You physically felt as if your body had a full on system shutdown. The inability to speak cringed you even more than probably more than obvious red color on your face. Eddie couldn't be aware of your crush, could he? You made sure to keep it under wraps, fully masking the way his laughter made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He tilted his head, still smiling, his hair briefly covering bits of his confident facade, "What? Scared of lil' ol' me? I swear I wouldn't be such a bad boyfriend. At least for a week."

Your mouth still hung wide open, torn between going along with his poor mockery of a rent-a-partner, and sparing yourself the heartbreak when it would inevitably end. Pushing yourself to stop the pathetic display, you tried to search for more solutions.

"Have you uh, already asked other people about it?" You haven't disagreed yet, but Eddie's expression turned into a small frown as soon as he heard the hesitation in your voice.

"What other people?" He scoffed, almost offended.

Taking a moment to think, the best you could manage was "…Steve?"

That made him bark out a laugh. "Steve?"

"What, you think you're too good for him?" You tried to joke to ease the rising tension in you.

"Don't make me laugh," Eddie suppressed his pathetic chuckle, "Steve would beat me up if I asked."

"He would not!" You retorted, an almost surprised expression on your face.

"I know, I know," he grinned back, amused at how quickly you shook your head, a hint of smile replacing the nervous furrow of your brows. "But I would rather date-" He stopped himself, figuring out the wording could probably scare you away even more, "I would rather pretend to date you than Steve."

"Please?" He prolonged the word with the emphasis in the middle, fluttering his lashes in an obviously exaggerated manner. "You could do that for me, right? I really do need those strings."

You didn't even register how close he got to you during his plea, feeling hot from the sudden intrusion on your personal space. Eddie probably didn't even notice, too caught up in trying to persuade you to take the deal. Right, the deal. It was all for that damn 5 gram. You tried your hardest not to chicken out and move a bit further away, instead settling on directing your eyes on a very uninteresting color of his walls.

Sighing, you felt the uncomfortable smile occupying your face, "This weed better make me see stars, Munson." You said as if it'd be the hardest task you'd have to go through, which technically wasn't far from the truth. Eddie was ecstatic after hearing your confirmation, his arms already open wide to pull you into a bear hug.

"You're the best, sweetheart." He beamed, not even knowing how taunting his use of a pet name was to you.

"Yeah, yeah, I know I am." You halfly reciprocated the friendly affection, patting his back your unobstructed hand, already witnessing the effects of your new situation. Thankfully he wouldn't be able to feel your sweaty palm through the fabric of his shirt. What have you gotten yourself into?

Not wanting the hug to be too long and overwhelming, Eddie backed off, leaving you to miss the feeling of his body against yours. You wanted to be hugged more. Specifically by him.

"Well, alright then, um, boyfriend," the word felt especially foreign and illegal on your tongue in regards to him, "guess I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, for sure," he grinned, entangling his hand into his messy locks and combing through them as a way to release some tension, "oh, don't forget this," he held you the weed bag, which you quickly grabbed out of his hands. You didn't wanna leave in a rush, but under the current circumstances, you felt excused enough to do so.

Getting up from the bed, you were about to take your leave, one foot already crossing the border outside, until you heard him call your name.

"Kiss goodbye?"

You halted your step, rapidly turning your head to meet his shit-eating grin, halfway done raising his hands in mock surrender. "Joking, joking." And this bastard had the audacity to laugh.

Rolling your eyes to hide the way his playful request made you feel, you decided to respond in a similar manner. By blowing him a kiss. He pretended to catch it in his hand, then pulling it close to his heart, showing how enamoured he was. You chuckled, checking if the weed was still in your pocket before leaving his trailer. Eddie looked through the window, seeing you take the first steps towards your house. On your way there, you couldn't stop the thoughts appearing in your mind, flowing freely as if a dam was forcefully broken, "why did I do that, why did I do that-"

- - -

Eddie took the time to mull over the situation that happened a few minutes ago. It went... alright. Could be worse. One thing seemed to be missing, though.

"Fuck. They forgot to pay me."

[half-dead-writer]

Short drabble I wrote in a fic trade with a friend (hi Sharky :3) Hi um sorry for not posting recently- To my dismay, my SPTO phase kinda died sobbing anyway, here's a fic I wrote for a friend as a trade I'm a bit rusty with writing

Cinnabuns, my beloved

Reader brings exhausted Gideon at work a sweet treat.

character: Gideon Graves (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: 974 reader: gender-neutral warnings: none ig? mildly suggestive ending

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

The faint buzzing coming from the electronics.

The sound served as a calming ambient for Gideon. Some would probably find it annoying, but he didn't mind. The white noise grounded him, forced him to get focused on the paperwork. Like a reminder, mostly to keep Gideon out of his head. The utter emptiness caused by his insistence on making his lair so spacious, although admirable, often made Gideon feel like he was the only person in the world. A lonely man, cooped up in his lair.

The rustling of another paper put on top of another, seemingly in endless supply. 

What hour was it again? Gideon didn't pay attention. Sighing to himself, he let go off the pen he was clutching in his hand, his fingers sore from the constant grip. The unfinished paperwork in the corner of his vision was taunting, but the need of keeping up with his schedules was far more annoying than his exhaustion. His body slowly started to betray him, his muscles weighing way heavier than the beginning of his day. He should probably eat something. How inconsiderate of him to miss such an important detail. 

Groaning, already feeling the effects of his hunger and stalling his need for nutrition, he took a sip of his fourth coffee of the day, holding the need to cringe as his lips touched the cold liquid. He placed the mug back on the desk, head still swirling with thoughts of tomorrow's workday.

Tap, tap, tap... Footsteps?

The unexpected sound of shoes hitting the ground would alarm the man, if not for the familiar voice that followed soon after.

"Gideon!" They cheerfully approached closer, repeating his name a few more times before finally getting close enough for their bodies to clash together. The figure pounced behind him, wrapping their arms around his neck, their grasp bordering on being uncomfortably tight. Gideon's chair wobbled awkwardly, threatening to lose balance, before settling back in it's place.

"Y/N!" Gideon exclaimed, notably with less excitement than the attacker. "Careful, you're gonna make me fall-" He tried to stop the unjustified venom spilling out of his lips, keeping in mind for his tone to not stray from a simple warning. The irritation at the assault was largely exaggerated by his hunger.

"Sorry, sorry- I'm just excited to see you!" They said, offering an apologetic smile. "How's work?" Y/N cocked their head, nuzzling softly into Gideon's neck to get a better look at the papers resting on Gideon's desk."I noticed you're staying up late again, so I thought I'd bring you something."

Gideon ignored the way their hair lightly tickled his skin, now much more interested in the bag carelessly held in his lover's hand. "It's going alright." It wasn't a full lie, he got used to the mind numbing routine. "What did you get me?" His expression softened into a curious smirk, his initial annoyance subsiding. They quickly retracted from the embrace, eager to present Gideon their gift. His sight followed their movements, hearing the crinkling of the paper bag.

"Sustenance!" Y/N responded enthusiastically, taking out two items right after the announcement. 

Gideon figured out what it was even before the cinnamon buns were out of the bag, their sweet aroma lingering in the air. The pastries quickly got into his hands, he wasted no time to scarf them down. They tasted heavenly, his hunger provided even more flavor. "Thanks," he said, halfway munching on the soft bun. Even though his tired tone didn't portray much emotion, it was evident he fully appreciated the gift. 

Y/N smiled in return, letting themself sit on the desk, mindful of the papers placed in the corner of it. "Of course. I can't let you work on an empty stomach!"

The buns disappeared after mere two minutes of silence, leaving Gideon in a much better mood. He turned towards them with a faint squeak of his swivel chair, resting his hand on their thigh in a comfortable manner.

"Are you almost done?" Y/N looked back on the papers, neatly put into two piles. One obviously bigger than the other, presumably the finished paperwork.

"Almost." He said, exhaustion seeping into his voice. 

Y/N's brows furrowed in concern, "I see you're tired, what if you'd finish them tomorrow?" 

Gideon sighed again, annoyance painting his features once more, although this time not directed at his partner. "I'm almost done, I think I'll manage."

"Come on," their face approached closer to the man, "for me?" They put on their best puppy dog eyes, hoping to convince him to listen to their plea. Gideon raised their brow in an almost unamused manner, yet couldn't shake off the effect his partner had on them. After a moment of the staring contest, Gideon sighed, glancing once more at the pile of unfinished paperwork. There were no more than 3 sheets, surely an amount that wouldn't disturb his perfect plan of keeping up with his assigned workload for tomorrow.

"We can rewatch your favorite season of anime again?" Y/N offered with a cheeky grin, a deal they knew Gideon couldn't refuse. 

He chuckled weakly, already knowing he made up his mind. He moved a bit closer, his palm still insistent on resting on Y/N's thigh. "You're playing dirty, you know that?" He half-lidded his eyes, amused grin on his face showing hints of sultriness seeping in.

Y/N flashed him a toothy grin, happy about being able to successfully convince their partner to take better care of himself. Their hand reached for the man's tie, yanking it sharply towards themself. Gideon's eyes widened with surprise, their lips connecting in a quick kiss. Of course, Gideon reciprocated. The taste of each other's lips lingered until Y/N pulled away, satisfied with the state they left him in. Content.

"You like it, though."

[half-dead-writer]

my tablet cable died on me and I still have no means to draw so I occupied my time with making Gideon Graves playlists on spotify (cuz yt pissed me off too much)

[half-dead-writer]

https://www.tumblr.com/half-dead-writer/765380870575161344/do-we-fuck-with-patelgraves-patelgraves-frotting?source=share

me again, i didnt think far enough ahead and i didnt expect a reply uh, do whatever you please with the prompt i guess :3 i read the rules after and realised its an x reader only blog so you can have it x reader too if you want i got too silly and let the demons win by asking im sorry LMAO

At first I was writing my own thing but realized it would fit to Anon's ask sooo here you go! Gideon's relationship with Julie is up for reader's interpretation whether he's not dating her, in an open relationship, or maybe even cheating on her if you're into that who am I to tell u?? one important thing tho is that it's NOT supposed to be a non-con fic - they all CONSENT, they wanna fuck each other aight?? Both Matthew and Y/N probably had some sus moments with Gideon previously but now since they're in a relationship there was never any talk of "hey um actually have u ever considered dating Gideon too??" simply cuz the topic never came and not like either of em had the guts to admit they think Gideon is hot this was supposed to be just a hot scenario of all of you three fucking after doing something risky but I took into consideration Gideon's character (also included the part about cameras only because I think it'd be in his style to do so) and how serious the situation would be IRL - HOWEVER, this is fiction, and aside acknowledging the possibility of Gideon blackmailing you, I wouldn't even call it dubcon. If Matthew or the reader refused, I didn't intend to write Gideon who would actually proceed with the blackmailing, it would just be an awkward situation for all of you. Fortunately it isn't! well now that's out of the way enjoy the self indulgence

It's Worth The Risk (NSFW)

You got invited to Gideon's party, you and Matthew get frisky in the middle of it, Gideon catches you, spontaneous threesome happens

characters: Matthew Patel, Gideon Graves (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: ~8,2k

reader: gender-neutral

warnings: brief degradation kink mentioned, drunk sex, being walked in on, voyeurism (?), public sex, overstimulation, crack treated seriously?? no beta

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

A few years of working for Gideon brought you many things. Mostly money, but also a lot of time to teach yourself how to be patient, even at the worst moments. Being his assistant, you were by his side almost 24/7, you were pretty sure you knew him better than most people, saw him in his glory days and even when he fell down from grace as Matthew took everything away from him. Seeing Gideon lose all of his possessions was pretty shocking, especially when you got to witness your boss hanging from the rooftop, being overpowered by a man he used to call weak. Even though their combat happened mostly out of your sight, them fighting all over the facility and all, you couldn't deny worries began to flood your head the moment Matthew dared to challenge him. Gideon, used to being the one in charge, didn't even think of a potential loss from his side. He underestimated the odds, and suddenly he was left with nothing in the span of a few minutes.

Even though Gideon was a professional asshole, you didn't know what to expect from Matthew Patel. He probably wouldn't be as much of a menace as Gideon, but still, your boss changing was not something you expected. After just a few days, you noticed how clueless Matthew was as a CEO. He obviously didn't have the experience and it showed with how much money he lost in a single day. Given no choice, he reluctantly had to ask you for some guidance. Seeing him lowering to your level gave you much more confidence, which helped your overall image of him. He wasn't a big, scary boss anymore, but something of an acquaintance. The acquaintance status soon changed to a friend, and then a friend changed to a boyfriend.

Fast forward to today, your life turned out to be pretty great. Instead of being an assistant, having to tolerate Gideon's antics all day, your only duty was to be a stay-at-home-partner for Matthew, who was now a Broadway star. Aside of him having to leave on tours, you were pretty happy.

★ ★ ★

Receiving a letter with both your and Matthew's name on it would not be so shocking if it wasn't from the Gideon himself. He had invited you both on a party, something about all exes gathering together and just having a good time at his headquarters. He already went thru the trouble of getting back all of his empire from Matthew legally, but he had to make a point, throwing a big get-together to show them all of his regained power under the pretext of wanting to catch up. You acknowledged Gideon was a big part of your life, even if nowadays he was just a mere face on countless posters and magazines. It was pretty surprising when he seemingly confirmed to have the same opinion about you, bothering to include you along with Matthew in the invitation. Perhaps he allowed all of the exes to bring a plus one to the event?

Turns out, he didn't.

Arriving at the place in your nicest outfits, neither you nor Matthew noticed anyone else along with the other exes. Perhaps Gideon just had the courtesy to invite his former assistant due to all the years you worked for him, as much as it was out of character for him. You didn't have a reason to complain, even if Gideon wanted to flaunt with all his possessions, who were you to turn down free food and booze?

Although it was a bit awkward at first, the party was a nice change of pace. Happening in the Chaos Theater, it had all the necessities needed for a party. A big, open dancefloor, a barman, loud music and couple of electric faces. You were thankful he didn't go as far as to include a cage dancer into the package, knowing it was a regular occurence from your time as a worker in G-Man's media. Both you and Matthew had to agree - it was a good time. Especially when the alcohol began to properly course through your veins. Seeing Matthew on the dancefloor was probably the highlight of your day, he was in his element, even if other exes had a good laugh about his (more than charming to you) moves.

Exhausted from all the dancing and having too many drinks, you had to remove yourself for a moment, disappearing into the bathroom after giving Matthew a quick heads up about your whereabouts. He nodded, choosing to occupy a free space on the nearby couch as he waited for your return. Seeing the party bustling with life, he was far from being bored of it yet, but the slowly rising buildup in his abdomen was getting really distracting. He should've foreseen this would happen.

Due to Matthew's recent musical hit, your relationship didn't have much time for any intimate moments. Of course, previously, that didn't bother him, the importance of his plays overshadowed any need for sexual release, he simply paid no mind it. Unfortunately, the drinks seemed to bring these nasty thoughts out and he feared his body would soon start to betray him.

He really didn't wanna think about it. The night was going great, he didn't wanna ruin it by being a perv. Subconsciously beginning to tap his foot, his mind raced with every possible thing to distract himself with. Work. Musicals. Anything that would still entertain him while staying as far away from the topic as possible. Unfortunately, nothing worked. All of the thoughts just seemed... annoying. Curse his undignified body for forcing him to go through this embarrassment.

Having enough time to think over his options, he finally deducted - he had to talk to you. Yes, it was embarrassing, but he trusted you. The night was still young, but perhaps he'd be able to convince you to go back home, as rude as it would be to the other guests. He mentally blamed himself for having such a low alcohol tolerance. He really wanted to be focused on the party and everything else going on, but the itch inside persisted with determination. He had to get himself together.

Scanning the crowd, your figure managed to hit his eyes just before you emerged from the corridor leading from the bathroom. He approached quickly, pulling you gently onto the side, hidden from the other guests. What was he even gonna say? He looked at you with something akin to fear, gaining a worried head tilt in response.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, fully taking into consideration the way his brows furrowed with anxiety. It was unlike him.

"Um... actually, yeah." He avoided your piercing gaze, uncomfortably scratching the back of his neck. He balanced his weight on his foot, swinging on one side as he tried to push out his next words. His stare bored onto the wall before him, as if looking for the answer that would magically form in it.

"You know how... we- we didn't really do anything, uh, in bed, recently?" He muttered out at just enough volume for you to hear him.

"...Yeah?" You questioned further, cocking your brow.

"I'm- I-" He stuttered, the words just refused to eloquently be put into a clear sentence, "I would- really wanna go home, and... D-Do something about it. Like right now."

You stare added even less confidence to his already tipped off nerves, feeling as if he was just caught robbing a bank, and the surprised chuckle hitting his ears after was just the cherry on top. He was about to sputter more explanatory rambles until he was cut off by the gentle tone of your voice.

"My plan was to throw myself at you right after we arrived home after the party, so I get what you mean." You smiled, amused at the red that coated his cheeks after his confession. "But the party just started-"

"I- I know!" He exclaimed in annoyance, clenching his fists, embarrassed and under the impression you didn't take his words seriously. "But you just look so pretty tonight, and I don't want the others laughing at me when I can't control what my own body does!" He softened his features after a moment, they were harshened by the scrunch of shame on his face.

Tapping his foot as a way to calm himself down, he continued. "It's embarrassing." He muttered, the sentence feeling wrong on his tongue. "I feel like a damn teenager."

"Okay, okay, calm down," you took his face into your hands, reassuring him. "Let me think."

You couldn't deny, you were in a similar situation, but the urge wasn't as strong as Matthew's. You did your best to occupy yourself and wait for the main event later. But now, your boyfriend coming up to you with such a request pushed your lust up to the surface, and you couldn't ignore the thought of doing something right this moment seemed very appealing. Taking a second to respond, you thought of all the possible solutions in your mind. The party was blooming, catching up with the rest of the exes was fun, especially when their personalities shined more with the alcohol added into the mix. You didn't wanna leave yet, but you also didn't wanna go home, you probably wouldn't have the strength to come back, and it would be hard for you to explain your momentary disappearance.

Pouting your lip, you hummed in thought. You knew what you were gonna say was a stupid idea, but you decided to do it anyway. It was worth to get a second opinion.

"...What if we'd be quick about it?"

Matthew's face contorted into shock right after he heard you. "What?" He had to ask, the reply seemed too outrageous to be serious. "Here??"

The bashfulness soon overtook your face, smiling with just a bit of shyness after being met with such a response. "...Yeah. I- kinda wondered how it'd be like." You felt the need to clarify.

"B- But- Won't the others be wondering where we are??" He struggled to keep his composure, his eyes still conveying the everpresent nervousness, yet now also showing something else. Spark of interest, maybe?

"Not if we hurry up. Then we'll say I was getting you some fresh air after you got sick from the alcohol." You made your plan on the spot, an easy excuse.

"Wait, why would I be sick so soon?" He said before fully processing his question. Your look made him quickly rethink your idea. It's true, if anyone at the party were to be sick at the start of it, it would be Matthew. Sighing, he had to agree with you. "Okay, maybe that would work. B-But where...?"

"Hm... The bathroom seems too risky. Someone could come in." Instinctively, you looked both ways, expecting someone to ruin your perfect plan. Thankfully the corridor was still empty and quiet in contrast to the muffled music coming from the end of it.

"...What if we searched for some private room?" Matthew suggested meekly. "Gideon has some of those, right? I saw them... I never knew why does he need so many rooms when he only uses half of them. It just makes the place look bigger than it actually is." He thought, recalling his brief as a CEO.

"No, he keeps them closed," you disappointingly brought up the fact you remembered from working as Gideon's assistant. "But... He doesn't lock his office."

Matthew tilted his head in disbelief. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I don't really know why, but I've seen him leave it open. He doesn't bother to close them, I always had to do it for him."

"Well- If you think that's a good idea..." He looked around, freshly filled with anticipation. Even though it was a very stupid idea, one that could backfire very easily, you ignored the possible repercussions, mind clouded with adolescent-like excitement of doing something risky.

Taking Matthew's hand, you tried to refresh your memory of a path to Gideon's office. You knew the way pretty well, being forced to go through it everyday back when it was your job to do so. Would it really be so easy? Or would Gideon add to your misfortune by locking the doors on this particular night? Thinking about it, you hardly seen him mingling at the party. He was there for sure, you caught some glimpses of him interacting with other people, but somehow, you and Matthew haven't spoken to him since you entered the building. You really hoped he wouldn't be standing in the doorway, just waiting for you to make the wrong move and enter the room. You decided to blame it on the alcohol paranoia for both of your sake. Even if he did catch you, you could think up some sort of excuse, right? Reaching your hand towards the doorknob, your question was about to be answered.

And... The doors let out a satisfying click. No Gideon in sight upon letting the doors part even more. Sighing with relief, you entered the room. Matthew looked around, familiar with the place. He switched on the lamp laying on Gideon's desk. It provided a dim light, perfect for staying inconspicuous. It shouldn't be as visible from under the doors.

Matthew's sight remained on you, searching for further instructions. He wanted to do everything and nothing at all, the intensity of the situation getting to him. He was nervous, but his mind begged to finally touch you. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you approached closer, started the fun with a kiss, pressing your lips into him with a hurry in your movements. You had to be quick, after all.

Matthew's muffled moan at the sudden speed sounded beautiful, only fueling your need to have him. He got lightly pressed into a wall, your hand brushed over his chest, feeling it rise and fall rapidly. His hands grabbed your hips, eagerly wanting to feel more of you. No matter where. His touch felt electric, the alcohol only intensified the already steamy moment. Nothing mattered, not even the possibility of being caught, fully covered by the way Matthew's lips felt on yours. It was a thrilling experience, as selfish as it was.

The passionate kisses soon turned into a clumsy dance of tongues, the hesitant yet desperate touches replaced by the need to feel the skin hiding under the fabric of your clothes. The way Matthew squirmed with each brush of your fingers on his bare stomach was intoxicating, even more than the alcohol. It didn't take long for you to feel the noticeable tent poking your leg. Not taking a break from mixing saliva with him, your other hand palmed the neglected spot. He whined, finally feeling a bit of release. He was almost aching, and your hand was just the thing he needed.

Continuously assaulting the place, your lips moved lower, feeling bold enough to take your kisses onto his neck. He shivered, leaning onto the cold wall behind him. His legs felt wobbly and his entire body was on fire. You just knew how to rile him up with almost no effort. Of course, you made sure to not leave any hickeys, or else your story wouldn't be so believable. His nails started to lightly dig into your skin softly, not being able to contain himself when all he perceived was you teasing him. His pelvis moved on it's own, grinding onto your hand with embarrassing need.

Swiftly unbuckling his belt, you reached into his pants. He held back the volume of his sound as he felt you slowly jerk your hand. The stiffness and warmth felt illegal in your grasp, only adding to the fire rising in both of you. He rested his chin onto your shoulder, breathing out almost pornographical, quiet moans into your ear. Alcohol loosened him up to the point even most embarrassing noises travelled across the room. Him turning vocal was a turn on for sure, but you had to remind him of the situation at hand.

"Try to be quieter, love," you whispered, deliberately brushing your thumb over the head.

"Nff," he bit his lip. "Y- You're making it really difficult..."

He took a moment to calm down his panting, huffing out his plea, "...I- I need you so bad."

His words were raw, sincere. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Not being able to hold yourself any longer, you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him onto the chair near the desk.

You got onto his lap, grinding your crotch against his still clothed dick. You just had to get some friction. Matthew grabbed your hips again, panting shallowly as your bodies did the work of granting you pleasure. The spinning chair rocked slightly under your weight, but the thought of it breaking didn't even cross your mind. Hopefully, it wouldn't.

"...H-Hold on, I'll take off my pants." You panted out, feeling your underwear already getting ruined. Well, you'd have to deal with it later. He frantically nodded his head. Getting off of him for a second, you quickly lowered your pants along with your underwear. In the meantime, Matthew made it easier for you by taking himself out of his boxers.

Granted a couple of seconds to take in his environment, he looked around. Was he really gonna do this? Have sex in Gideon's office, while at his party? He once sat in this exact chair, so maybe it wasn't that bad, despite everything? Yeah, no, it was totally out of place. And the worst thing is, he enjoyed this situation. Perhaps it was his ego, poking out from the depths of his drunken mind, as if doing that would show Gideon who's still the boss, or maybe it was the possibility of beight caught, exposed as a pathetic loser who can't keep it in his pants even for a minute. Of course, if only the latter wouldn't destroy his whole reputation. Admitting to himself he had a slight degradation kink sounded much easier while intoxicated.

Getting thrown off from his train of thought by feeling your weight back on him, he let out a soft gasp. All of his previous ruminating being drowned by your body pressing against him, lower half feeling the familiar sensation of your bare skin. Preparing yourself accordingly with a bit of spit, you waited for the moment where you'd finally connect.

With bated breath, Matthew's hands on your hips lowered along with your bottom half. Both of you let out the held back exhales, adjusting to the sudden warmth and pressure. You finally felt him inside. It was wrong, which only added to the intensity of the act. With his mouth parted, Matthew watched as your pelvis moved, slowly at first, gaining speed after some a few humps. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. The pleasure was constant, yet not quick enough for you to achieve your climax in a timely manner under the current circumstances. You cursed mentally, placing both of your hands on Matthew's shoulder for support.

"...We probably should have just gone home," you panted out, not fully regretting your decision, yet suddenly too aware of the potential risk.

"You think?" Matthew deadpanned, not able to stop staring at your moving body. He knew it as well, but wasn't willing to break whatever you two had started.

You chuckled weakly. "Not like I dare to stop now, though..." The situation was bizarre, yet somehow very connecting. Like doing a crime together. Which probably was true. You weren't really sure. At least you weren't doing it in a random stranger's bedroom, but it still spoke poorly of your morality. You'd have to make it up to Gideon somehow, even if preferably, he would never hear about it. It would leave a bad taste in your mouth if you didn't. Even more so considering the fact you used to have a crush on this guy.

"...I love you so much-" You rambled, feeling the need to voice your thoughts. In return, you heard a chuckle of his own, the flustered kind.

"I love you too," he responded with a tired smile on his face, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on the sensations, all too ready for the orgasm to hit him, yet still being so far in sight. "Your body, your everything- You're just, perfect-"

The praise coming from Matthew's mouth pushed you to envelop your lips on his once more, interlocked in a passionate kiss. At least this way both of your moans would be muffled.

Opening up your eyes to an alarming noise, your stare fell onto the door. With the way you were sitting, you had a clear vision, directly at it. And what you saw almost made you faint.

"Yoohoo~ Am I interrupting something?" With an expression that slowly morphed from disinterest to amusement, Gideon leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in an unimpressed display of dominance. He got you. You were officially fucked.

Caught like a mouse in a trap, you felt the lump forming in your throat, stopping you from making any sound. You lifted your hips, too embarrassed to keep sitting on Matthew. His head whipped back the second he heard the familiar voice, even if the chair was covering most of his view.

"GIDEON?!" He shouted, harshly digging his fingers into you out of shock. He could officially die now. He even went as far as to go back to the time they both fought for the league. He had troubles deciding what would be worse, if he would have lost that time, or the exact circumstances he found himself in right now. He should have seen it coming, and he knew that. Only thing he forgot to do was get prepared for this to happen.

Gideon only snickered in return, closing the doors behind him to not make a commotion out of the current conundrum.

"Fuck, Gideon, I-" Your compromised position, still resting on Matthew, only fueled your desire to vanish. "W-We're so sorry, we shouldn't-"

Seeing the smug smile on his face felt even worse than being outright yelled at. That meant he enjoyed seeing you struggle, and you knew it. But maybe if he wasn't mad, the outcome wouldn't be as punishing as you initially expected.

"I see you both really enjoy the party, huh?" He clicked degradingly with his tongue, getting closer to the chair you occupied. "I really didn't take you'd have that much audacity, yet here we are."

You didn't really know what to do. Should you get up? The way you sat made you somewhat covered, with your bodies bent in a way that would hide at least a bit of the shameful display away from Gideon, mostly thanks to the chair's back.

"We- I'm sorry, we will see ourselves out," you submissively admitted your defeat, not wanting to be put on the spot anymore. You lost. Preparing for the shameful scurry, you tried to get off the chair.

"Hey, hey, why the rush?" He leaned his hand on the top of it, looking you straight in the face as he narrowed his eyes with a grin that fully expressed the power he had over you right now. Matthew flinched. It felt like a life and death situation, even if you had a spark of hope Gideon would take mercy on you and not babble about it to the whole crew. You learned your lesson. "Didn't the fun just start?"

You were flabbergasted. Did you understand him right? Did he know how long you two were here? Did he see you both coming here and decided to just... not do anything?

"...What?" You said, anxious for the other man's response.

The confidence in his chuckle made you feel even smaller than before. "Oh, lovebirds, nothing goes unnoticed by me in here. I own this place."

"B-But how-" You meekly continued, too shocked to stop the words from spilling.

"Cameras, baby." His response was too quick and nonchalant for your liking.

"In here??" You almost shouted back, feeling Matthew tensing underneath you. He let you continue the convo, too stunned to voice his own thoughts.

"There's no need for shouting. Yes, in here." He emphasized the last words. "I keep all the corners of my facilities covered."

Physically, you felt really warm. Not only from the blood rushing to your cheeks, but your whole body felt painfully hot. Like riding a rollercoaster and plummeting down. The time felt like it stopped, dreadfully extending each second. Getting caught by Gideon with no evidence of it happening was bad enough, but having it recorded was crossing the line. You knew Gideon, and it was obvious to you how serious this situation could be. He was an asshole. Getting blackmailed with a sextape was not something you fancied on a stupid Friday night. However, you were strongly prepared for this reality to become true with the next sentence that would fall out of his mouth.

"Y- You can't!" Matthew suddenly spoke up, not as worried for himself as he was for you. He could not let this happen. "Don't you dare show it to anyone! I'm serious!" He threatened, fully aware how little his words would affect Gideon's already established plan.

"Woah, buddy, calm down." He looked down, towering above the sitting Matthew. "I'm not here to blackmail you or anything. Don't worry, I'll make sure no one will be able to see your moment of weakness."

"Y- You're not?" You said with hesitance, not fully trusting Gideon was telling the truth.

"Even though you massively disrespected me with your little mishap here, I'm willing to forgive and forget. Let bygones be bygones, you know? I'm not such a bad guy, after all." He spoke effortlessly, staring at your slowly changing expression as he explained.

"So- You're just gonna let us go and delete the recording, like that?" You dared to ask.

"Just so we're clear. I didn't do anything for this to happen. That's all on you. Clearly, I'm the victim in this situation. So, I think a favor would be fine for me to ask in return, don't you think?" He smirked, knowing how much of your attention clung to the words he was saying.

"What favor?" Matthew asked, staring at Gideon warily from his compromised position. His imagination ran wild with all the things Gideon could force you to do, and it wasn't pretty. Even though all of the exes, specifically Matthew and Gideon, were now friends, he knew how far Gideon could go to humiliate someone that went against him.

"Oh, I don't know, some favor I'll think of in the near future. Whenever I'll need something from either of you." He stopped for dramatics, seeing how the cogs in your brain turned. "Or, we could all do something about it today and move on with our lives. Your choice, really." He shrugged, leaving you the time to process what he just said.

"What? What do you mean, do something today?" You asked, almost too afraid to speculate.

The light reflected in Gideon's glasses, accentuating his growing, cocky grin. "Let me join the fun."

The moment Gideon finally disclosed what was on his mind would probably stay with you until your death. Both you and Matthew had to process what was being said to you. Did Gideon just offer to have a damn threesome?

"Tick-tock, sweethearts, I still plan to get back to the party." He obnoxiously looked at the nonexistent watch on his wrist.

Matthew's lips felt dry, but he was finally able to utter something back, escaping the incapacitating shock that held him previously.

"I won't do anything Y/N isn't okay with!" He furrowed his brows and rushed with his response, expectantly looking at you after. Not being comfortable with the sudden spotlight thrown at you, you spoke just as quickly.

"I-" The words stuck in your throat, the situation turning into a different shade of stressful.

It'd be a lie if you said you didn't imagine fucking your former boss, as much as that thought embarrassed you while working for him. He was chasing Ramona, not you. Having a crush on a person who wasn't interested was pathetic enough, so you just muted this part of you. Not like you believed Gideon could sincerely reciprocate the affection, there would be an obvious power imbalance. Then things changed, you got to know Matthew, he made you feel all bubbly inside, and there was no shame that came with that. You stopped working for him as soon as you both started dating. Gideon fell from his first place as your love interest, and now, he was offering you the thing you'd accept in a heartbeat not that long ago? The fate played tricks on you. The trick being, you were inclined to accept. It would probably be the first and last time you ever got to fulfill this wish of yours, as bad as the current circumstances were. Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, or maybe the relief knowing you weren't completely screwed that made you more susceptible to his suggestion. The only thing that worried you was how Matthew would react. Would he take it as breaking his trust? You still loved him, more than your silly fantasy of fucking Gideon, and you had to make sure you were on the same page

"W-Well, how about you?" You looked at him, avoiding the obvious elephant in the room regarding this question. "Would you be fine with this?"

His mouth remained opened for a brief while before he put his vocal chords to use. "I- If you are, then... I guess I would be inclined to do it... too." He said, or moreso asked, not totally sure of the words spilling out of him. His sight nervously jumped around, not focusing on anything else in particular. He wanted it too, yet shared a similar worry.

"Are you sure? Like, honestly sure?" Your gaze remained on Matthew, searching for any sign of being pushed. He was your biggest fan and would even punch the 3rd hole in the moon if only you asked for it, so you knew how much power your opinion in the situation mattered. However, you did not want him to feel forced with the decision, only because you wanted to experiment.

He swallowed a hefty dose of saliva before replying. "Yes, I'm sure. It'd be just a favor, like Gideon said, right...?"

"No strings attached. I wouldn't want to cause problems in your lovely relationship. Think of it as a... bonding experience. For all of us." Gideon coaxed, a sly grin remained on his face. He knew he would get what he wants.

You coughed awkwardly, trying to clear your throat. "Well- I- I guess, then... we... accept...? I-If we can stop at any time." It was hard to formulate words when the emotions raced like wild horses. Was it excitement, anticipation, fear, both?

"Oh, of course, that goes without saying," he purred, lightly leaning with both hands on the chair you both sat on.

"Well, now that it's established... Get the hell off my chair." His tone changed into a harsh annoyance, forcing you both to finally stand up. "I will hold you accountable if you break it."

Both of you uttered a quiet and hurried sorry, standing out like sore thumbs, halfly naked. Neither of you knew what to do, pushing Gideon to do something about it. He considered your lack of direction pathetic, but cute with how easy it would be to mold you. He thrived on telling people what to do. Coming closer to his desk, he looked at the papers laying on it's available surface before throwing them off of it with a quick swipe of his hand. Guess they weren't that important.

He patted the now unobstructed space on the desk. "Y/N, if you would."

Halfly unsure, you trusted your reasoning that he wanted you to sit on it. It was a correct assumption. Gideon went behind it, facing your back. Matthew watched, trying to decode what he had in mind. Suddenly, Gideon grabbed your shoulders, swiftly pulling you to lay on your back. Seeing the ceiling made you flinch, until Gideon made an effort to explain what's happening.

"You, pretty thing, don't have to do anything. Just stay still." He looked at you from above, enjoying to the fullest the way you reacted to his pet-name. "Your boyfriend will take care of you, won't he?" He looked at Matthew, who felt more than clueless.

He was just in the middle of fucking you, but felt too embarrassed to continue doing it while Gideon was watching. He knew he would get carried away with his sounds if he did so, and it was too early into your newly formed situationship for him to be comfortable enough to do so.

"...C- Can I at least sit on the chair?" He asked meekly, already settled on what he was about to do.

Gideon raised his brow, thinking about it for a moment before he allowed it with a brief nod of his head. "Go ahead."

Spreading your legs, Matthew scooted closer, now sitting comfortably on the cursed chair that would surely fall apart any minute, if only Gideon hadn't stopped you in time. At least that's what his thought process was with how fearful Gideon's words made him about it.

"...What are you- Oh-" You were about to ask, until you felt Matthew's tongue brush against your groin. Feeling the kitten licks starting to build up something in your abdomen made your face contort into expressions you were too embarrassed to think about in Gideon's presence. You had to hold yourself back from squirming. Gideon, on the other hand, was clearly pleased with the action happening before his eyes. Hearing the faint sounds of a belt being messed with, it didn't take you long to notice his almost fully standing erection pressing against your cheek. It seemed pretty big, at least from the upside down angle. Did he get excited in such a short span of time or did you just not notice it before?

"I don't think I have to tell you what to do?" Gideon looked at you expectantly, adjusting himself so he'd have an easy access to your mouth. Hesitantly, you parted your lips. He shoved himself into you, slowly at first. He thrusted his hips, exhaling contently as your mouth covered half of dick. Saliva pooled at the corner of your lips, it was hard to focus on correct breathing while Matthew busied himself between your legs. Fortunately, Gideon was kind enough to notice that, not pushing you too much in the moment where you were still acquainting yourself with the situation.

Matthew occupied his whole attention with making sure he was pleasing you right, even if Gideon using you at the same time was making him emotions he didn't think he had in himself. He didn't even touch himself, as if waiting for someone's (this someone being Gideon) permission to do it. He wanted to be good. Hearing your soft, muffled moans sent jolts of electricity right to his dick, which was just begging to be touched - a big contrast to how not too long ago it threatened to get flaccid.

Feeling the licks of Matthew's tongue on your sensitive nerves while having your mouth used felt almost overstimulating. You let out weak whimpers, not able to control the sounds escaping you. Gideon, seeing how much you've grown accustomed to the manhandling, let himself increase the pace, shoving his cock an inch deeper with each roll of his hips. You closed your eyes, fully letting both boys work their way towards your orgasm. As much as it was degrading, you liked how Gideon took charge. You didn't really have that experience with Matthew, as your sex was usually pretty vanilla and passionate, mostly from his side.

Not stopping his movements, Gideon kept his composure while speaking up.

"Enjoying yourself?" He looked at your face, seeing how you opened your eyes once he started talking, "I knew this was what you wanted."

Of course, with mouth full of dick, you weren't really in a position to respond, nor wanted to give him the satisfaction of your honest opinion.

"Even when you were working for me. You probably wished this happened sooner, huh? On this desk." He pushed himself deeper. "I've seen you staring at me with those eyes." He mused, moreso to himself.

Matthew raised his head a bit, hearing Gideon's rambling was pushing it a bit, given both you and him were now in a relationship. Gideon noticed this little change of scenery, and was quick to add,

"Don't worry, Matthew. Y/N isn't the only one I had my eyes on." He shot him a knowing glance, the sentence rolling off his tongue effortlessly. He had no trace of embarrassment on his face, fully knowing the outcome of his confession.

Unsure what to do with this unexpected information, Matthew opted for burying his head between your thighs once more, blush coating his cheeks. He wanted to argue, to say Gideon's flattery wouldn't work on him, but unfortunately, it did. Even though he felt jealous, he let it slide. Gideon noticed that, feeling his grin grow wider. He had both of you right where he wanted, and it only added to his ego.

You didn't have time to ponder his words, nearing closer to the finish. The wet sounds, the speed at which Gideon and Matthew were going, it was all just too much. Matthew insisted on licking that one, particular spot that quickly rose the tension in your muscles. Your legs began to shake, your whole body squirmed on that wooden desk. Gideon saw the opportunity to hear your moan, unobstructed, quickly pulling himself out of your lips. You'd be embarrassed at the sound that just left out of you if it didn't feel so damn good in the moment.

Matthew wiped his mouth, now covered in your essence. He was embarrassed at how hard he was, especially with Gideon there to witness it. The only hearable sound was your labored breathing, slowly coming off the high that hit you so strongly just a second ago. Staring at the ceiling, Gideon made it hard for you to avoid his grin.

"Now didn't that feel good, sweetie?" The way he was looking at you made you feel ashamed, but the words coming specifically from him also added something else. A thrill? It still felt wrong, but somehow, you enjoyed this. It was a break from the norm, which was probably why the whole experience felt so ecstatic.

"Mattie, give back Y/N the chair. They're probably exhausted." You weren't sure if Gideon's care for you was sincere, but he was right. You were exhausted.

Matthew got up with some hesitation, the spotlight now embarrassingly thrown at his still aching erection. You had some troubles when your foot touched the ground, getting to your seat with wobbly legs. It was probably one of the best orgasms you had in a while.

"Sit down." He patted the same place you were in not too long ago, signaling for Matthew to switch places with you.

He meekly obeyed, sitting on the desk. He didn't know what plans Gideon had prepared for him, but at this point, he was willing to do anything to get off. With tensed shoulders, his sight dug a hole in Gideon's face, only showing the everpresent satisfaction of the effects he had on both of you. With a swift motion of his hand, he reached for Matthew's dick, starting with rapid jerks. Matthew's response was an alarmed gasp. Seeing Gideon go easy on you made him drop his guard, which had him totally unprepared for his turn to be so intense. His fingers grabbed the corners of the desk, curling.

"...N-Not so fast!" He managed to squeak through gritted teeth, his bangs briefly falling on half of his face. Surprisingly, Gideon listened, slowing down to a sensual up and down movement. He got to hear the sweet sound of Matthew's surprise, free to continue with his pace now. He mostly focused on brushing his thumb against Matthew's tip, feeling the gross precum coating his skin. That did the trick, getting Matthew's moans to shine through. He tried to stop them, to no success. Gideon got closer in between his legs, and Matthew couldn't help but briefly close them around his waist, squirming with each stroke of his palm.

Getting jerked off while in your presence, by another person, letting the slutty, embarrassing noises were enough for Matthew to feel guilty, even if all of you agreed to this sudden fun. He knew that his decision to proceed with the events was not random. Gideon was someone he used to admire, right until he lost the fight for everything that he owned. In that moment, he knew he was above him. He proved it by winning the fight, fair and square. Yet still, there was something lingering in the back of his mind. A foolish desire to feel the same adrenaline he felt while throwing punches at him. Only now he fully realized it wasn't completely about the fighting.

You thought seeing Gideon take care of Matthew would wound your pride much more, to see your boyfriend intertwined with another man, but it was more so fear of missing out. You already exhausted your body enough, though. Even if there was still some jealousy involved, it was certainly less than what you originally expected. It all got clouded by how cute Matthew looked in the current moment. It was easy to see how he fell apart with Gideon's touches. He just had a way of getting into people's heads, even without the use of his Glow. Besides, seeing two boys you considered attractive, entangled in the fun you also experienced not too long ago? It was hot. Seeing Matthew come apart, was hot. Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking, but you weren't against it happening again, sometime.

Although Matthew was in no position to complain, being given gratification with each jerk of Gideon's wrist, he couldn't help but notice Gideon's fully visible erection as well. He wondered, why didn't he do anything about it? How much did he plan to prolong the fun? His speed, even though slow, per his request, was painfully taunting. He knew Gideon had something else in mind, which is why he dared to ask,

"Wh... Why aren't you..." His eyes fell upon Gideon's crotch, leaving no room to debate what his question was about.

"Aw, worried about me getting off Mattie? How considerate of you." He chuckled, his ego growing. As if on command, he raised his unoccupied arm, aligning their members together. Matthew gasped at the sudden warmth pressing against him, feeling way too intimate with the position.

"W-what are y- ah!" He squeaked, feeling the way Gideon wrapped his hand around both of their dicks, increasing the speed to his liking.

"Didn't want to overstimulate you too soon," he huffed out, "but I see you're eager."

Matthew's legs clasped around Gideon even tighter, not being able to keep himself from spilling all the shameful moans. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think how pathetic he must have looked to you. Gideon added another wave of sensations by grinding his hips, helping himself get off faster. He was into rough play, opposite to Matthew, who was slowly losing control with how fast it all unravelled.

"G-Gideon, y-you're going too fast-" he whined, yet wouldn't dare do anything to stop the man's actions. Hearing the sweet sound of his name rolling off Matthew's tongue only fueled his desire to pick up the pace.

"Don't lie," he inched closer towards Matthew's ear, whispering his next sentence, "you're enjoying this just as much as I am."

"Fffuck-" He cursed, feeling the brush of Gideon's tongue on his neck. He could only hope he wouldn't be so bold as to leave hickeys on his skin. That would be crossing the line.

Seeing and hearing the two boys in the middle of their fun made you feel wet again. Were you being a voyeur? Probably, even if all of you were entangled in this. Nonetheless, your hand lowered down to your groin once more, not being able to hold yourself back from the shameful urge. Thankfully, the boys were too occupied with themselves to notice.

The desk began to move rhythmically, shaking just like Matthew's legs. He was on the brink of exploding, as did Gideon. Eyeliner began to spill down Matthew's cheek, the act too intense for the tears to be held back. He let out a choked gasp right before a string of white flew into the air, dirtying Gideon's still moving hand in the process. He wasn't done yet, ignoring the mess and nearing even closer, faintly leaning against Matthew's chest. He grabbed Gideon's arms, digging his fingers into the white sleeves.

"Gideon-!" He whimpered, the pressure on his still sensitive dick drove him crazy. Gideon ignored his plea, too focused on chasing his own climax.

Hopefully, with Matthew's mind occupied, he wouldn't notice you nearing your own orgasm on par with Gideon. With both of their labored breathing, you felt it just around the corner, which added another form of stimulation. You'd come at the same time with Gideon. The thought pushed you to quicken the movements of your hand, all too eager for it to hit you. Hearing a content groan coming from Gideon's mouth, he slowed down his movements, his dick sliding up and down, until it finally rested still in his hand. He leaned his chin on Matthew's shoulder, panting like a dog into his ear, and Matthew was no different.

Given a moment to gather his thoughts, Matthew heard your stifled moan, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. Oh. You were having your fun too. He felt coy realizing what drove your actions.

Gideon soon retracted away from Matthew, feeling the sweat cling uncomfortably to his fancy clothes. He couldn't wait to take a shower, and so did both of you. Unfortunately, there was none available at the moment. The other guests would just have to excuse your messy states. At least Gideon was kind enough to provide you some tissues. All of you silently agreed the fun time was over, making yourself decent before exiting the room. He locked it this time.

"I suppose this concludes your part of the deal." He spoke nonchalantly while briefly fixing his clothes. He also took out a comb out of his pocket to make his hair look less messy, yet didn't bother to share it - brushing his hair after you used it would be crossing the line.

"How about your part of the deal?" You looked at Gideon, Matthew joining your stare. You had to make sure he would upkeep his promise of deleting the video.

"Don't worry, I remember our arrangement." He lazily took out his phone, the app showing a name of the camera in his office. Thankfully you didn't have to cringe at your compromised position on a little image preview, as there was no visible thumbnail.

"Unless you want me to send you the video first?" He teased, although it wasn't clear whether his words were just to bait your reaction.

Both you and Matthew spoke hurriedly in unison "NO."

"That- won't be necessary." The awkward grin forced itself on your face. He only snickered, pressing the delete button. You watched as a little popup appeared, text "video deleted" fully on display. That calmed down your nerves substantially.

"Well then, if that's all, you may be excused. Feel free to enjoy the rest of the party." He turned on his heel, intending to go back to the bar, but not before inserting a quick quip. "I'd recommend asking someone for a comb though, your hair looks really messy."

You chose to use your well trained patience and not respond anything back, too tired to start anything. Matthew just sighed heavily in annoyance, following your steps of keeping quiet.

Abruptly facing you one last time before heading off, Gideon spoke again. "Oh, and if you ever feel like trying to fuck in my office again, try asking me first, hm?" He half-closed his eyes, looking at you for a moment with a sickeningly sweet expression. Then, he left you no room to respond, already trailing back to the party.

Your stare met at the same time with Matthew's, mostly just appalled. You actually didn't have a clue if it was a warning, or his way of inviting you to another session of...

"What the hell was that?" Matthew finally spoke with both amusement and shock in his voice.

"I- I don't know?" You reciprocated the intense emotions in your tone. "But... It- it wasn't that bad...? I mean, I was terrified at first, but- I'm not traumatised?" The confused laugh fell out of you, probably the adrenaline.

"Well- yeah... I mean- at least Gideon is an attractive guy-" He hesitantly spilled out his thoughts, an embarrassed grin present on his face.

"Oh, so you think that too?"

"Wh- O- Of course I do! I mean- I wouldn't consider it otherwise!" His cheeks instantly turned redder.

The sound of your soft chuckle managed to calm him down. "Well- I'm glad we both got to experience it."

[half-dead-writer]

hello I am in fact not dead I've been sick and lacking the motivation to write but hopefully I'll get into the groove again, I got so many requests I'm itching to get done but no strength to do it at all grrrr at first I tried to write a drabble but it just wasn't coming out right so I settled for the short headcanons - as a bonus you can see what I wrote for it below

Kim Pine with a shy and nervous S/O

character: Kim Pine (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: 261 reader: gender neutral warnings: none

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

she thinks your nervousness is cute, to an extent

Kim isn't nervous or shy herself, but she can understand where your worries come from

if you're visibly stressed during a social gathering, she won't make a fuss out of it, instead taking you somewhere where you can cool off

Kim having the patience of a saint plays a big role in your relationship

even if you ask her a lot of times whether you done something wrong (whether it's an issue in your relationship or during an event where you're stressed about something you did during interacting with others) she'll always calmly reassure you and chase away your worries

that doesn't mean she won't be blunt about it, though

she will point out whatever you did right (or wrong) in her usual flat fashion

she doesn't mind re-explaining to you her logical reasons, as much as your anxiety makes you doubt her words

at the end of the day, she loves you, even if your confidence is lacking at times

if your love language isn't as open and not easily perceived, little gestures like holding her hand, staying close, no matter how small it may be - she sees it and appreciates you

the type to come up to the McDonald's counter and ask for extra fries they forgot to pack into your happy meal when you're too shy to ask for them yourself

will argue for/defend you if you need it, but also makes an effort to slowly make you come out of your shell, one step at a time

Seeing the look of pure passion on the drummer's face was enough to keep you occupied throughout the whole session of the band playing. You didn't wanna be a creep, of course, so you kept your staring at a minimum. You couldn't deny Kim held you tight in her grasp, though. She just seemed so cool. Somehow, her sarcastic remarks did not push you away, even if they poked holes in your already weak confidence.

Since you started working at No-Account Video, you made it your goal to get to know her better. Learning Kim was in a band was your best chance at showing your eagerness, as awkward as it was from your side. Your attempts at being social at work usually fizzled out after a few minutes, right after you used all of your small-talk dialogue options. Interacting with people didn't come easy to you, but you had to learn somehow, right? Thankfully, Kim accepted your request of seeing her playing live. Perhaps she took pity on you, seeing how hard it was for you to even utter the question.

The girl lowered her drumsticks, wiping the gathered sweat on her forehead. She grabbed the leftover soda from the nearby table, taking a sip. Briefly acknowledging your presence, she glanced your way.

"So? Do you think we suck?" Stephen asked, furrowing his brows with anxiety and hope, trying to gauge your reaction before you could even respond. He assumed the worst, per usual.

"I think- I think that was awesome." You hoped your smile, even if a bit shy, conveyed your excitement clearly.

"You don't have to be nice just because you don't wanna hurt Stephen's feelings." Kim commented with her usual flat tone, not bothering to sugarcoat her words. She knew they most likely sucked.

"No, no, I- I really think you're cool. Um, all of you." You clarified quickly, obviously overthinking your simple words.

"That's a relief." Her tone was ambiguous, most likely sarcastic, but somehow you managed to pinpoint a bit of sincerity in her words. Perhaps she did care at least a little bit of the opinion of her co-worker.

[half-dead-writer]

Update: BESTIES I FOUND HIS SECOND ACC BY SEARCHING THE SITE AND THERE'S MORE CONTENT!!!!

OK SO LIKE- i gotta rant somewhere and it's gonna be my blog

Tumblr recommended me soundgasm audios and while the asmr or whatever it's called wasn't appealing to me earlier, thru Gideon Graves headcanoned as the audio I found ONE person who's voice is so hot but aside of like 3 links to it THERE'S NOTHING ELSE??? Their profile is blank and nothing pops out when I search their nickname

i am genuinely so UPSET asjdkdlsmdfldjslsljcksld