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lijojo · 1 year ago

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genshin men sleeping habits

premise: in the early glows of the morning, you wake up in the vice grip of your lover. while it’s very heartwarming, you need to go to work. how does he convince you to stay in bed with him a little longer?

tw: suggestive for the last one

pretends to be asleep but doesn’t let up with his fucking grip regardless

you’ve. tried. everything. you tried nudging him awake, even gave him a couple kisses, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he groans and flips over, taking you along with him. you yelp, unable to brace for impact as you’re suddenly on your side.

he shuffles a bit, wrapping his legs around you a little tighter (if that was even possible). he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. he sighs, content.

after minutes of effort, you decide to relinquish any hopes of waking him up.

“i give up,” you say. “you win. a little longer won’t hurt, right?”

you get no response. but you don’t really need one anyway.

he’s not a very good pretender, with the way his lips can’t help but break out into a little triumphant smile.

alhaitham, kaeya, kaveh, childe, tighnari, thoma, zhongli, diluc, ayato, venti, baizhu, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao

he ambushes you when you least expect it

after many attempts to squeeze out of his hold, you’re successful. out of breath, maybe, but at least you gained the ability to finally roll out of bed and start the day.

sitting up, you give one last glance to your lover. the way his chest rises and falls so rhythmically. the peaceful look on his face. the way he squints when the sunlight hits his eyes. how his hands unconsciously look for you again. you almost feel bad.

that is, until you take one—maybe two, if he’s feeling generous—steps away from the bed. without any kind of sign, signal, or warning, he launches out of bed. he lunges at you like a ravenous wolf, wrapping his arms around your waist and hauling you back to bed with great force. he huffs when you land on his chest, but he’s quick to recover.

he wraps his arms around your shoulders, locking you in with his legs. “you’re not leaving me.”

you can’t help the grin spreading across your lips as you squirm. “let me go. i’m going to be late—”

he retaliates by peppering your neck with chaste kisses. “nuh uh. yo can’t leave me. my heart won’t allow it.”

you can’t even turn to face him. “honey, if you don’t let me go, next time i’m going to burn your breakfast.”

“uh huh.”

“i’ll steal all your favorite clothes and hide them,” you threaten.

“please do. i’m sure you’ll love my birthday suit,” he quips back.

“and i’m going to use all the hot water.”

“we can always shower together.”

“i’ll—”

“do you’re worst. i can take it,” he teases. “i’m still not letting you go. i chose you, i’m going to keep you ‘til the end of time. forever!”

with that, he presses sloppery kisses all over your face despite your protests that he needs to brush his teeth. even so, you can’t help but feel as if staying for five minutes more might not be so bad.

kaeya, kaveh, childe, thoma, venti, itto, heizou, ayato

“assures” you that getting ready doesn’t take as long as you know it does

“what if i did your hair and makeup for you?” he muses, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

you scoff playfully. “do you even know my makeup routine?”

“it can’t be as complicated as mine. oh! you could eat breakfast while i button up your clothes for you.”

his offer gets a laugh out of you. “we both know you’re not going to finish buttoning it up.”

“hm? whatever do you mean?” his hands drag down your waist to your hips, tracing slow circles. “you don’t trust me to put your clothes on for you?”

“i don’t think they’ll stay on, that’s the problem,” you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “you know how you get in the morning.”

“do i? how about you remind me? my little friend could use some help waking up—”

you give him a look of warning, to which he groans. “fine, fine.”

with that, he’s left you in silence, absentmindedly petting your head. he closes his eyes.

...

“if you aren’t going to say anything, i’m going drop kick you.”

he huffs. “don’t rush your genius boyfriend. what if i brushed your teeth while you brushed your hair? as they say, teamwork makes the dream work.”

you furrow your brows. “wouldn’t you get toothpaste on my shirt?”

“how about the other way around?”

you smile. “hmm... i like the sound of that.”

he smiles back, pressing a kiss to your nose. “well okay then. five more minutes it is then.”

you snuggle into his embrace, knowing very that he just spent the last five minutes trying to convince you to stay for five minutes more.

gorou, childe, heizou, cyno, ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, itto, kazuha, tighnari, venti, albedo

he suggests the two of you go for round two

he puts on a mischievous little grin, one you know is up to no good. “what if we ‘slept’ a little more and you called in sick?”

his hand crawls down to your inner thigh, tracing teasing circles. “you’d be too sore to go to work anyways...you need to take care of yourself. what would your boss say if she saw you walking with a limp. hm? what do you say?”

you scoff at that. “i don’t think the solution you’re thinking of is going to help that.”

he purses his lips, as if in deep contemplation. with his free hand, he grips your hips a little tighter to pull you back towards him. you stiffen in surprise at something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. his morning wood twitches. “are you sure? maybe you’re sore because you haven’t done the proper stretches yet. luckily for you, your precious boyfriend knows a couple ways to get your hamstrings all loosened up. i could draw us a bath after... turn on some music... maybe go again? doesn’t that sound good?”

you chuckle. “you’re impossible.”

he presses a soft, open-mouth kiss to the crook of your neck. “only with you, love.”

scaramouche, kaeya, ayato, childe, kazuha, thoma, tighnari

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lcriedlastnight · 4 months ago

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Ok so I got a request pls 🙏 🥹

Maybe Oscar's or Max Fs sister and Lando with the prompt "I'm your lockscreen?" - "you weren't supposed to see that"

I hope that's enough if not I can come up with a longer one

no this is so prefect! i love this so much!

tw: fem!reader, swear, lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 933

max was a great brother. he was a little protective but overall he was the best. he had gone round all of his friends, every time he made a new one, telling them you were strictly off limits.

of course this also applied to lando, too. no matter how rich they were, or how famous or how pretty they were. yeah, you maybe had fallen victim to lando norris' charm. you had no idea what it was because he literally had no game, what so ever. you just thought he was cute, it made you feel like a teenager with a crush on your brother's best friend. half of it being true.

you had been looking forward to max's birthday celebrations, not to celebrate his birthday. no but to see his pretty, curly-haired best friend. you had not been this excited in a while. it was a little embarrassing but you just played it off like you were excited to be with your brother. maybe you were a little excited to see him too, you had not actually seen him in a while as he was almost just as bad as lando with being all around the world all the time. you were jealous, you always wanted to travel.

you arrive at max's house just after lando does. you two are the only guests that have arrived so far. seeing as max had asked you both to come a little earlier to help him prepare that did not surprise you. you do not even bother knocking, instead you just walk inside and announce aloud that you were here. you hear a muffled shout from the other room- well two muffled shouts to be exact, alerting you that both boys were in the kitchen. lando's laugh could be heard from a mile away.

max greets you as soon as he notices your presence while lando just stands in place, grinning like a fool. you do not understand him sometimes but you smile back at him anyways, never one to be impolite.

"hi. what exactly do you need help with, max?" you asked, setting your things on the counter so you could help him with the getting ready prospect of the party.

an hour later and you wished you had never bothered responding to your brothers desperate text messages last night, pleading you to come help him set up. both boys had ended up slacking so you had put mostly everything together. max complained "why should i have to set up? it's my birthday." but lando was quick to humble him, "you're the one who decided to throw a last minute party in your own house."

after a lot of of complaining from both boys, they eventually did end up pulling their weight and once all the balloons and banners were set up to max's liking he gave both you and lando the go ahead to begin getting ready. unfortunately because you knew you were getting ready at max's you had to haul a heavy bag full of your makeup and outfit options for the night in a tote bag. on the bright side though, lando offered to carry it up stairs for you and you got to see the way his muscles bulged as he strained to carry the bag.

for some reason lando had refused to leave your side as you got ready, claiming it was relaxing to watch you get ready. how you did not know this boy was down bad for you was unbelievable. he literally offered to let you play music on his phone while yours charged on the opposite side of the room. he watched on with a pretty smile as you scroll through his liked songs on spotify, trying to find the one that sets the mood of how you were currently feeling getting ready.

lando makes small talk as he lays on the guest bed behind you, just catching up with you really, as you follow the steps in your makeup routine. the song catches you off guard but you physically recoil as it plays. "i fucking hate this song!" you exclaim, the pre-game drinks settling in a little. you tap lando's phone screen to change the song when you catch a glimpse at his phone screen. it was a glimpse because it faded to black before you could really study it. you did not need more than a glimpse to recognise your face staring back at you.

"i'm your lock screen?" you ask lando. you turn to face him on the bed, you can see the panic in his eyes as your words register in his mind.

"what?" he laughs lunging for his phone like that would do anything. the damage was done now. you had seen the picture. there was no going back. "that's not- uh."

you smirk as lando tries and fails to dig himself out this.

"you weren't supposed to see that." lando blushes a little. it is the first time you have ever seen lando blush. you suppress the urge to grab your own phone and snap a picture of him, all pink cheeked and starry eyed. maybe you would make it your lock screen.

"it's fine. it's cute. now i want you as my lock screen." you smile at him desperately wanting to calm his nerves. lando just grins at you.

you had then made it that night's mission to take the cutest picture of lando to set as your own lock screen. you succeeded but not without a mouthful from max on what the fuck you thought you were doing.

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drewsbuzzcut · 6 months ago

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It’s A Craving

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: smut (some daddy kink bc I couldn’t help myself) and alcohol consumption, mentions throwing up

Takes places May 2024

“Look at you, pretty girl,” Mat says, coming up behind you and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

You squeal in delight, body warming up by Mat’s body heat seeping through the material of your silk robe. His thick arm wraps around your waist, and his hand spreads out over the length of your abdomen which further makes you heat up.

“I’m not even dressed yet,” you sigh and melt into his sturdy chest.

Today is Mat’s birthday and tonight you’re attending a joint birthday party for him and yourself as your birthday just passed. You were in the middle of getting ready when Mat invaded your space, so now only your hair and makeup are done while your almost naked body is being caressed by your man. Not that you mind anyways.

“Even better,” he whispers hotly in your ear. The lingering scent of his previous glass of whiskey sends a chill down your spine and makes your toes curl. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoying tasting it on his tongue. You tilt your head back and grasp his chin, so you can slot your lips between his. His grip on you tightens as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

You suck and hum around his tongue, enjoying the whiskey on your tastebuds. You press your ass into his groin, smirking against his lips when a moan is shared between your mouths.

“I’m so wet right now,” you whimper as you guide his hand underneath your robe and to your hot and wanting core.

Mat’s chest thunders against your back and you can feel his cock start to harden. His hand is still firmly attached to your body, but all too soon a finger finds its way between your folds. He collects every drop of your arousal and works it up to your clit, slowly massaging circles into your bud.

“Fuck. Is all this for me?” He asks, voice husky and so sexy. You want to respond, but he pumps a finger into you which makes all rational thought cease to exist. Any thought that’s to be voiced simply disappears into oblivion.

Throwing an arm behind you, you grip the curls at the nape of his neck. You need to anchor yourself down before you dissipate with the rest of your thoughts.

“I can feel your little pussy squeezing my fingers, baby. I can feel your wetness dripping down my hand,” your boyfriend groans and continues to fuck his fingers into your g spot.

“Oh my god. I’m going to cum,” you choke out. Your body vibrates as your orgasm lingers, waiting to rock through your body.

“Sorry, you’re going to have to wait,” Mat huffs out. You hear the clink of his belt buckle coming undone, which you guess he was doing with one hand. And now that you think about it, you wish you could’ve seen him pull down his black pants with one hand. You’re sure it was a hot sight.

Mat ripping off his clothes in a wanton haze keeps you momentarily distracted from the fact that he just slipped his fingers out of you.

“What?” You mutter once your fogged up head clears up, but quickly grow silent when Mat drags you to the nearest flat surface that just so happens to be a window.

He presses your hips into the cool glass and works the rest of his pants down so that they pool at his ankles. He moves closer to you, loops his arms through your legs and hauls you up. His arms are under your thighs and you reach for his length to slip him in. A gasp falls from both of your mouths simultaneously as you both adjust to each other. Mat has to focus on not coming too soon from how tight you are, and you have to adjust to the yummy stretch.

Mat’s hands find your hips and slowly work you up and down on his cock. His mushroomed tip massages your fluttering walls, dragging out the beginning stages of your pleasure- building that fire deep inside of you.

“Just like that,” you moan, your hands grappling at the hockey player’s muscles. You attempt to wrap your legs around his waist, but you can’t with how firmly he holds you.

“You like that, baby?” He groans, snapping his hips so the tip of his cock hits the deepest parts of you. You shiver when he fully sheaths himself inside of you, but you still welcome the feeling of being full.

His voice drips in honey and his hazel eyes have turned into the richest coffee. He’s never been one to be able to easily hide his arousal. Whenever he’s in the mood, you can tell the second he enters a room.

“You feel so good,” you hum and pull your body closer to him. Your breasts press into his chest and your nipples harden under the heat of his skin.

You wrap your arms around his neck and continue to move your hips up and down. Your blood is pounding in your ears, but it’s mostly covered by the sounds of Mat’s balls slapping against your ass. Eventually your pace falls apart, but your boyfriend’s strength keeps you moving as your orgasm slowly comes forward. Your body is already starting to shake and you can feel your walls clench around him. It doesn’t take long for the knot to form in your stomach and for your vision to start to blur.

“I can feel your tight pussy squeezing me. You like my cock, baby? You like the way I’m making you feel?”

You try not to let his words bleed into your system, because if you do, you’ll have no control over your impending orgasm. You want to at least feel the fire rush through your veins rather than blacking out from the pleasure.

“Yes,” you nearly shout.

You bounce harder and faster on his length, your arousal dripping down his shaft as you grip him tightly. Mat closes his eyes in bliss and lets his head fall back. You grip his chin and make sure his eyes are locked on yours. There’s nothing you enjoy more than him watching you take his cock. You demand his full attention always. His lips part, his eyes glaze over, and a furious flush rises from his chest up to his neck. You can’t help but attach your lips to his pulse point, sucking along to the beat of his heart.

“Come inside of me, daddy,” you whisper in his ear and nip at his earlobe.

Feeling his mind burst into flames, he slams you into the window. His hands brace himself on the cool glass as he bucks his cock harder into your dripping pussy. You wrap your legs around his waist and drop your hips to match his thrusts. Your fingers dig into his hair, wrapping around the strands and tugging.

“Say it again,” Mat demands, a hand wrapping around the back of your neck so he can crash his lips into yours.

“You feel so fucking good, daddy. I want you to cum in me,” you whimper into the kiss, your mouth falling from his as you take your lip between your teeth.

The pleasure burns in your belly and makes you writhe against his body. The air around you runs thick and both of your breaths mingle together.

“Fuck,” he groans as he empties himself inside of you. Your hands wander down the thick muscles in his back, feeling the way they tense and relax with his body-tingling orgasm.

“Yes, just like that,” you say as he starts to rock into you again. Just because he came first, doesn’t mean he’ll leave you unsatisfied. He’ll always be focused on your pleasure no matter what.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Make a mess on my cock.” He’s back to bouncing you on his shaft.

His brazen words, the squelching sound of wet skin hitting, and the way he pounds into you has you falling deep into the abyss. Every nerve ending of yours explodes with passion.

“I’m gonna cum,” you announce as everything around you starts to grow warm and fuzzy.

After a few more strokes, you’re crying around a moan and pressing yourself into his body. You tightly wrap your arms around his neck, so he can hold you while your release works its way from your head to your toes.

Mat works you through your orgasm, and your slick walls keep him inside of you with a vice grip. You try to focus on his lips kissing your skin and his whispers of affection along your skin, but all you can feel is his length keeping both of your releases lodged inside of you.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur while caressing his cheek. You gently place your forehead on his and hold each other while the thrum of your heartbeat knocks against his.

“Not as beautiful as you.” Mat gently sets you down on your feet, his hands holding your sides to keep you steady.

“I love you.” Your eyes hold onto his, an overjoyed smile taking over your features.

“I love you,” is stated into the skin of your collarbones. It makes you squeal and jump back into his arms. You’ll never get used to the swarms of butterflies that freely roam in your stomach whenever you’re with Mat.

The alcohol is flowing, the company is great, and the loud music does a great job at keeping you company while Mat obtains your next round of drinks.

The night has been so much fun and you’re glad that the party is still going even though it’s nearly 2 a.m. Although right now you’re in a secluded corner, you have no problem watching your friends have the time of their lives. The corners of your lips lift in a small smile at their inebriated states and their loud shouting along to the song playing. You may be quiet at the moment, but just earlier you were bumping and grinding with Mat on the dance floor. He had your hips in his hands while you both swayed to the beat of the music. His chest was plastered to your back and his lips never left your neck. You’re more than positive that there are some small hickeys painting your skin. Your skin burns in the memory of his touch and you can’t fight the smug smirk off your face.

“You’re so sexy. I swear I’m the luckiest man of earth,” you hear Mat’s voice cut through the music. His voice is heavy with need and his eyes are practically pleading.

You shoot him a grin and happily accept your vodka and red bull from his hand.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you sigh and wrap an arm around his neck, unintentionally pushing your boobs in his face.

Your sweet boyfriend watches you with heart eyes as you flip your hair over your shoulder and your fingers fiddle with his shirt.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Mat asks after a sip of his beer. His eyes bore into yours and pour out every ounce of love that he has for you in his body. His only available hand falls to your waist and scoots you closer to him.

“You tell me all the time, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” you respond with a hand on his chest, your finger poking through the opening in between the buttons and touching his bare skin. You bat your eyelashes at him and nibble on your lip, knowing it makes him weak in the knees.

“I love you so much, pretty girl. You’re it for me,” he whispers close to your ear, making chills roll out on your body.

“I love you more,” you say and seal it with a kiss.

“You’re the love of my life and that’ll never change,” you mutter into the kiss, pulling your mouth from his so you can rest your forehead on his.

You both take a moment to share each other’s air without having your lips locked. In this one moment the music lowers and everyone around you disappears into the darkness. The glowing strobe lights only shine on the both of you, allowing your love to radiate throughout the room.

“Baby,” Mat hums, his nose nudging at your throat.

“Yes.”

“I’m really horny,” he giggles, looking at you with his eyes crinkled and his signature toothy smile.

You let out a laugh and cup his cheeks, so you can stare at his happy state. The hockey season has been a rough one, so it’s nice to see him let loose.

“I can tell, hotshot,” you muse with a tilt of your head. His eyes are glossy, his hands won’t leave your body, and he can’t stop staring at your lips. Not to mention how clingy he is. Mat is extra clingy when he’s drinking and when he’s horny.

“You’re sexy,” he hums once again.

Before you can respond, his face falls into the valley of your boobs. His lips attack your skin and he nuzzles his face between your breasts. Every now and then his tongue will sneak out and he’ll suck on you until you let out a whimper.

“I think you should take me home,” you moan into his ear and suck his earlobe into your mouth.

“Yes ma’am,” he easily agrees with a smack to each of your ass cheeks.

The walk home was mostly uneventful. Mat was yapping about how good you look and you would stop him every few blocks to give him a very raunchy kiss.

When you did finally get home, Mat made you wait on his bed while he got himself situated in the restroom. Planning ahead, you decided to strip off every single item of clothing that had donned your body. You’re now spread out on his bed, the sheets twisting between your fingers.

“Okay! Okay, I’m ready!” Mat cheers as he jogs out of the restroom.

“Ready for what exactly?” You ask, your eyes peering at him curiously.

“A late birthday present,” he says as he turns on some music. Billie Eilish’s newest song “Lunch” filters through the silence.

You cock an eyebrow at your boyfriend when he starts to slowly unbutton his button up, his eyes glued on yours. With each button that comes undone, the more excited you get to see his chiseled chest and abs. When his shirt meets the floor he gives you a little wiggle of his hips. He tries to move in sync with the song, but he’s a little weighed down by the alcohol. You don’t care, though; you’re very much enjoying the show.

“You’re so sexy, Barzy,” you say with a sultry lilt to your voice.

You lift yourself up and crawl to the end of the bed where he’s located. When you rise to lean on your knees, Mat’s chest and neck grow vibrant red and his eyes flit back and forth between your face and bare boobs. His lips open and close and no words are able to form on his tongue. After a long pause he shakes his head and continues his little striptease.

As he’s pushing down his pants, he trips over them and lands on his ass with a thud. A startled gasp leaves your mouth and you have to try your hardest not to laugh at the hockey player. He’s on the floor with a pout and his puppy dog eyes.

“You’re naked,” he points out as he stares at the ceiling.

“You just noticed?” It comes out in a playful scoff.

“No, I just couldn’t form any words to express my satisfaction,” he mumbles and looks back at your naked form.

“Hmm okay.” You watch him clumsily get up and stumble as he kicks off his pants.

Once he’s just in his underwear, he takes a deep breath before exhaling. He has his hands on his hips and he looks like an exhausted father.

“Are you going to continue?” You question, sitting up on the mattress.

He gives you a sluggish head shake. Next thing you know he’s lazily throwing his body on top of yours. His head lands on your stomach and he tries to tangle his legs with yours.

“I’m so embarrassed,” Mat groans and tries to dig his face into your skin.

With a furrowed brow, you think about why he feels embarrassed.

“Why, baby?”

“I’m like, really drunk,” he explains and you massage his scalp and rub his back.

You’re still slightly confused, because it’s not like you’ve never seen him drunk before. You’ve seen Mat in almost every type of scenario, so you’re not sure where this embarrassment is stemming from. All you know is that he’s your baby and you’re going to take care of him.

“Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?”

“No. I’m hard, though,” he says and you laugh at his efforts to get laid. It’s not happening tonight, though.

“As much as I’d love to be dicked down, you’re too drunk right now. You’d never have sex with me like that and I’m not about to do it either, hotshot,” you whisper and kiss his head.

“Well, I guess there’s always tomorrow,” he says with a shrug.

“I guess so. I love you, Barzy.” You lie back and let him adjust himself so his head is on your chest.

He leans up and presses his lips to yours, staying there for a few minutes before he rests his head over your chest again.

“I love you.” His words are low and soft, and in the matter of seconds he’s asleep.

a/n: I honestly don’t know how to feel about this. It’s a bunch of little ideas I had put into one piece. It’s honestly self fulfilling, but I do wish it were better🥴 I hope you all enjoy!

#mat barzal #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #mat barzal fic #visceral in doses #nhl fic #nhl imagines #new york islanders

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steddie-island · 5 months ago

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Candles

Written for day 4 of @stevieweek | Prompt: Lingerie Rating: E | WC: 2,363 | Tags: Transfem Steve Harrington, birthday sex, lingerie, pet names Goes along with Wallpaper and Long Haul but can be read as a standalone! Divider credit

Stevie's drunken giggles are soft against Eddie's ear. Her breath fans against his neck and nearly makes him drop his keys.

"Just a second, baby, I'll get you inside," Eddie promises. He holds on to Stevie with an arm around her waist to help prop her up. He has to use his foot to help push the door open before he can actually get her inside the trailer.

"I can walk," Stevie assures him. She's wobbly on her heels, though, and Eddie isn't about to let her fall and hurt herself. He kicks the door closed, wincing when it connects with the doorjamb much harder than he intends for it to. At least Wayne is at work already.

"C'mon, sunshine. I've got you." Eddie gathers her closer, and while Stevie tries to keep distracting him with kisses to his jaw he bends and scoops her up with an arm behind her knees.

"Hey!" Stevie yelps in surprise, but then laughs as Eddie carries her (mostly) effortlessly down the short hallway towards his room. Towards their room. "Guess physical therapy helped in a couple of ways."

"Damn right it did." Eddie nudges his bedroom door closed behind them before carrying Stevie to the bed. "Did you do your makeup yourself?" he asks as his fingers find the buckle around her ankle.

"Mmhmm. Robin and Nancy have been teaching me." Stevie watches as Eddie pulls off one heel, and then the other.

It's been a whirlwind six months since she came out to the rest of their little family. Just like Robin had said, none of the kids had batted an eye. They'd all hugged her, and Dustin had made a joke about how they'd been telling her all along she was the Mom of the party. Max offered to go shopping with her, Nancy and Robin had offered to give her makeup tips.

On Robin's birthday, Stevie paid for the two of them to go get their ears pierced together, giving Robin another set of holes and Stevie her first. They had both cried when they'd looked at the sparkling studs in the mirror for the first time.

Everything is changing, but at the same time the more important parts are the same as they always were. Stevie is still Stevie, it's just her actual name and not just a pet name from Eddie anymore.

Stevie nudges Eddie with her bare foot and gives him a smile that makes his chest squeeze. She's so sweet, so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her sometimes. "Stop thinking over there and come kiss me."

Eddie laughs quietly and crawls up the bed to lay beside her. "You don't want to take your pretty dress off first?" he asks as his fingers touch the soft yellow fabric. Stevie's still sunshine, and Eddie still gravitates to her. That's something that's never going to change, no matter what happens.

"Mmm… thought maybe you could take it off, get me down to my birthday suit instead."

Read the full thing on ao3!

#stevieweek #stevieweek24 #Steddie #Steddie fic #transfem Steve Harrington #MTF Steve Harrington #kintsugi_kid ao3

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fulgurbugs · 7 months ago

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Birthday haul 3, the final birthday haul

last but certainly not least (in fact, i saved them for last because they are my favorite of the 3 i picked up) is Monster Fest frankie! as irl unboxed photos started to be released, this because the monster fest doll i was the most excited for. i am so happy to have them in hand… this doll is so, so cute. yall.

face card! this frankie has a lot of my favorites on frankie -dark lip (this shiny metal grey… it’s probably the best lipstick color they’ve ever had.) -asymmetrical makeup (and this whole doll goes ham with the asymmetry) and…. Bangs! i love bangs on frankie… and these are really cute. the chunky streaks are similar in execution to fearidescent, but lay much nicer in saran. im also a huge, huge fan of this mostly black hair blend for frankie. it stands out so much!

screen printed detail check. a lot of frankie’s have been going ham on the trans colors, (and this one has all of them too,) but this one is loud and proud pan flag. this is a really really cute and well balanced color scheme overall.

shoe check. this frankie has these cool, disco ball heels, that have these separate yellow pieces attached to them. and also a unique leg mold! frankie’s prosthetic blends into the shoe on the side it’s on, and i think it looks cool as hell. i do love when they do something fun with the prosthetic, though in previous dolls that’s usually just been changing the color of it, so to see a whole new mold is super fun

another detail. these cute little fingerless gloves! theyre separate pieces, but they stay on very securely unless you remove the hands.

accessory check! this time we’ve got another bag, another camera, another ticket (and two ticket rolls, one of which i almost lost when unboxing bc it was so tiny, lol.) a fancy lightning bolt shaped drink cup, a black-bun hot dog, and of course, another pair of sunglasses. i do like the mold on these ones tho

with some accessories on! i have to say, i think the bag isn’t doing much for this look. it’s a little much and less cohesive than clawdeens. probably won’t display them with with it. again, as well, the glasses are cute, but i want to see their face.

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now that i’ve unboxed all of them, i had to squeeze them in somewhere. i ended up sitting frankie down on this shelf to make a little frankie corner (since that blue-haired peach riot is also a frankie… maybe i should get a little one piece franky to put with them too.)

i have to say, frankie has become easily my second fav of the g3 mh cast. them being nonbinary is an awesome change, and they’ve been getting hit dolls recently that i really love… welcome committee, when they figure out where the hell they’re releasing you… i’ll be picking you up too.

as for the monster fest pair i picked up, i really don’t have a spot or stands for them. i just have the one stand, so i decided to sit them down in the misc section on my desk

absolutely obsessed with these two. can’t wait to pick up the cleo and lagoona from the line too! (and draculaura… well, she’ll be a project doll. i think i can save her.)

ty guys for reading, if you didn’t skip my insane doll ramblings. it’s been a good birthday :D

#dux doll tag #monster high #long post #dux doll review

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rubberduckrobin · 8 months ago

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𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

Sequel for "Fireworks".

Fandom: Obey Me!

Paring: Diavolo X GN!Reader

Type: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Word Count: Around 2k.

Summary: Another party at the Devildom. Everyone blurs together as you forget yourself.

Your saviour of the night is Mammon, who's loved you since the start. But you love someone else, and that brings more pain than the lack of belonging you felt at the party.

Author's note: Enjoy reading! Positive interactions appreciated :)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54960238

TW: A bit of panic and alcohol.

Image belongs to NTT Solmare.

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Part 1: Why are you crying?

“Why’re you cryin’? Did your boyfriend break up with ya’ or something?”

A full face of makeup becomes a work of picasso and you can feel the black of your mascara melt into your burning skin. Hot, flushed - you can’t tell whether it’s the embarrassment or the tears; everything’s blurry and burning.

Your eyes sting, your ankles ache; your heels give way to the ballroom floor. A failed dance with your own enemy-made thoughts. You thought you trusted yourself to be able to make it through the night, no panicking, no stress - just dance and the buffet. Anxiety forces you to the verge of regurgitating the night’s pickings of hellfire cigar cookies (Diavolo’s choice) and chaos devil cider, causing even more embarrassment.

Demons watch, stare, gossip, whilst Mammon hoists you up from the ground, making you feel uneasy again, while he pockets the D.D.D that was grasped tightly in your hand. He slinks off your shoes and hauls them over his free shoulder.

Humiliating. Spilt cider. Red burning face. Humiliating.

You haven’t got many friends, aside from the brothers, in the Devildom, and after tonight you certainly aren’t expecting more. Your dizzying mind cradles you like a mother does to a sick child, as all of your weight drops onto Mammon's shoulder.

Part 2: Why you were crying.

Parties hurt. Dresses cinched to your waist, possibly even further; heels pulling you down by the ankle, like the devil’s hand to a sinner; a whole face made up of products, a face that is not your own. A whole identity that is not your own.

People looking at you, like you are somebody else. Someone to gawk at, someone possibly even to brush against. To seduce. It’s disgusting.

Parties hurt. You haven’t been to one in years. In fact, the last time you’d been to a party was your own and it was a birthday celebration, the only type of party where you can actually be yourself, no makeup - your skin too young - no heels, no ball gown.

You don’t hate the dress you are in, how could you? It’s beautiful. Shining, even. You could spot it in the Devildom sky and be convinced it was a star; perhaps even the moon. It was chosen by the prince, to make you feel like a princess.

Lord Diavolo loves you, you’ve been told, and do you love him too? Of course. He’s gifted you many more stars, including the ones born in your eyes - you admire him for his hospitality upon your arrival, his dedication to his role as king-to-be, his generosity and the whole beautiful new world he’s introduced you to. You’ve loved him ever since you first arrived, but the reciprocation came later. Yet, neither of you have confronted these obvious feelings.

But the dress is not yours.

It doesn't belong to you. It clings to you like dead weight - a reminder you are not of this realm and that you don’t belong. Nothing here belongs to you, not even the room you reside in, temporarily titled as yours. You don’t seek control, but you seek comfort and familiarity.

All of the faces at the party blur together. No familiar faces - you don’t know anyone, not even yourself.

Stage one. The crowd. You feel people caving in on you, watchful eyes piercing red skin.

Stage two. The tear that starts it all. Your brain betrays you; you are brought to think of the familiar faces that can be found back home, a place half-forgotten after almost a year of staying in the Devildom.

Stage three. The panic. Will you ever see those familiar faces again? Will you ever know yourself and the dress, or even the suit, that will properly fit you? The identity that properly fits you is slipping away as you fall.

A flash of a memory of the first night you stayed in the Devildom. Diavolo came to comfort you.

And the memory is gone.

Stage four. The fall.

You don’t know how it happened. You’re not even sure if devil cider has an effect on humans, much like how Demonus does not make you drunk.

No-one to catch you.

Part 3: How you stopped crying.

Everything still hurts. Despite lying down, in what appears to be Mammon's bed.

He loves you too, and you know this, which makes this even more painful. Why couldn’t it have been anyone else to find you? You were in the centre of the ballroom, it could have been anyone.

You’d much prefer Asmodeus, or Beelzebub, even Lucifer. But Mammon? The way his eyes soften only with you, the gentle, quiet tremble of concern in his voice. The panic in his eyes when he saw you drop to the floor keeps replaying in your mind. He can’t handle it as well as the other brothers, and that’s perhaps because he was your ‘first’ - the first one to look after you, and the first one to fall for you.

Perhaps it’s a bit vain to assume all of the brothers had fallen for you, but they certainly act like it. But for Mammon, you know it’s true. No one had cared for you like this, before you noticed and were told about Lord Diavolo’s feelings.

“So? You have…well had , I’m assumin’, a boyfriend, and didn’t tell me? I couldn’t do a background check or anythin’ to make sure he was the real deal? This is why you’re cryin’, ain’t it. He broke your heart.”

Where did the idea even come from that you had a partner?

“That’s why you broke into tears while lookin’ at your D.D.D. You were obviously lookin’ at a break-up message, right? Those hurt the most, from what I know.”

His voice is soft, yet bitter.

In reality, you were messaging Lord Diavolo, on the verge of begging him to let you out of the party early, to let you stay in his room. Or even to ask Barbatos to get you out for fresh air. Anything but the ballroom with the strangers. The unfamiliar faces.

“No. I don’t have a boyfriend. I wasn’t broken up with.”

You’re offended. Not because he made an assumption to hide his jealousy, but because you thought he knew you well enough to know you didn’t like parties. This has happened before - you crying during or after an event that RAD hosted. He never once asked what was wrong, only comforted you and avoided the dreaded resolution. He cares about you, but he cares too much and doesn’t want to bring your emotions back for a difficult conversation.

Diavolo, on the other hand, loves you too much as well, but is the opposite to Mammon, only focusing on solving the problem.

You’ve fallen for Diavolo - not for how he treats you when you're unwell. It just seems rather like fate instead.

“Then why in the Devildom did you just…break down on me? …come ‘ere.”

His hugs are the worst. A gentle reminder. He runs his hands up and down your back and his warm cider infused breath tickles your ear as he whispers “you’re okay” over and over. It’s the only thing he can say.

And it makes you feel okay but at the same time you wish it were Diavolo.

Part 4: Spilt drinks and tears.

Mammon’s perspective

“Can you get me Diavolo please. I need him.”

You need someone else? When you’re in my arms?

You need someone else when I’ve been here the entire time? I’ve been in love with you the entire time .

That’s what I want to say, but it doesn’t come out. It never does.

“Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Sure. ‘Course. I’ll get ‘im.”

My cowardice feet lead me to Lord Diavolo, back in the ballroom. He’s so immature for leaving them alone with only me - because apparently I’m not enough.

“Lord Diavolo, we’ve got a problem.”

“Oh? A problem? What is it?”

“It’s R/N.”

His face runs cold and he looks at me in a way that tells me he would kill for them - would do anything for them. The look I can never express.

“Where are they?”

Calling over Barbatos, the Demonus in his glass slightly splatters as he rushes to put it on the platter.

“Young Master, is there a problem?”

“R/N.”

“Diavolo, they’re in my room. They’re fine at the moment. They just want ya’.”

And not me. But whatever. Whatever makes them happy.

Their happiness is my half fulfilled satisfaction.

Part 5: Happy tears

“Dia…”

“Shh, R/N… I’m here.”

You start to sob, but it’s no longer the party. It’s Diavolo. You missed him in the hour you were apart while he socialised with the guests. You missed him so much that you were gripping at the starry dress that you wished only he could see.

“Dia…”

“Hm?”

“I just…"

He waits patiently. Your head burns - you have to say it. Perhaps you are a bit drunk on the cider, because you would have never done this just drunk on tears alone.

“I just love you so much... It hurts.”

“What? Loving me?”

“No. Sometimes. Right now, it's my head.”

“That’s because you’ve been crying… What caused all of this? I’ll address what you just said later on, but right now, what’s going on right now is more important. Tell me what happened and I’ll fix it.”

“I’m tired.”

“Is that all?”

“I don’t like parties.”

“Anything else?”

“I think-"

You stop yourself. If you tell him about Mammon, he’d think there was competition. You’re too tired to explain.

“I’m tired.”

“Alright. We can talk later.”

You do still want to hear if he loves you back, even though you’ve been told by many. Even though it’s as obvious as the Devildom sky is dark.

“Diavolo, do you love me too?”

“...I want the time I tell you to be special, and that moment is not now. Please recover first. Do you want to stay in my room, instead of here?”

“Yes. Please.”

Part 6: Fireworks.

As he allows you on his bed, he asks you something.

“Do you want to see the fireworks?”

“Hm?”

“There’s fireworks tonight… I know you love them.”

“I love fireworks, Diavolo.”

You’re so exhausted you find yourself repeating things. Things you love.

“I know.” He laughs and smiles back at you, after having drawn his curtain. His room has a view of the front of the castle.

And there it was, the first firework.

“Thank you, Diavolo.”

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Please.”

“Of course.”

He sits beside you as you lay, your head facing the window that’s lighting up with all sorts of colours.

You can see your world in front of you. And for the first time, you can feel a sense of belonging to this unfamiliar world that he’s introduced you to.

For once, you feel familiar.

#obey me shall we date #obey me fic #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #light angst #fluff #sequel fic

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dearabby1990 · 6 months ago

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Chapter 20: Prom preparations

You & Eddie had an amazing morning together you made him your stuffed French toast with fresh berries & bacon he told you he’s starting to feel spoiled eating all the homemade food you’ve been feeding him. You’re just glad to have someone other then yourself and occasionally robin & Steve for movie nights enjoy your food. In fact your so good at cooking both robin & Steve have you making them something at least once a week. Eddie found out the theme of the prom midnight masquerade now you both need to hope you can find the appropriate accessories for your outfits. Eddie heads home because he has a short shift at the shop covering for another worker & you & Robin decided you’re going to head out on the town to try to find the perfect masquerade masks. Falling upon a costume store mostly known for renting character suits for children’s birthday parties window shopping throughout the whole place robin finds the perfect mask for herself white with emerald gems around the cat eye shaped eye holes you see a phantom of the opera mask knowing damn well it’s literally screaming for you to get it for Eddie so you do not finding one for yourself you start to get nervous until Robin comes running through the aisle stumbling over her feet & trying to catch her breath “think-I-found-something” taking a breath between each word you follow her to the glass case in the front inside is an arrangement of costume jewelry brooches & you then see it a black lace mask with littered with rubys the same rubys that are on the tie clip you got for Eddie 2 satin ribbons attached to the sides your eyes light up in excitement especially when you see a few accessory pieces to add with it. On the ride back you both pull in the McDonald’s drive thru for a quick lunch before heading back to your house to check out everything you bought. Robin eyes your haul “that headband is cute!! I have no idea how to do hair or makeup so I’m gonna need your help jame OHHH I love that necklace!! We should definitely put some extra gems on your headband well looks more like a crown but still it’d make it pop more” she’s talking a mile a minute & you love that she feels comfortable enough to ramble away when she’s with you. You both are wondering how you’re all getting there beings robin & Steve are going as friends & you & Eddie are going as a new couple so Robin decided to talk Steve & Eddie both into leaving as a group hoping you all didn’t have to pile in the van in such nice clothes although you love hanging in the van with Eddie it’s certainly not the kind of vehicle to take 4 people out in dress attire. You & Robin dig through all your makeup & hair accessories pulling the perfect pieces for robin to set aside & yourself you’re quite proud of yourself with all you’ve accomplished today. Everything’s set to go with just a day and a half left until the big night. You just hope it’s the magical night you’ve always dreamed of & not the hellish nightmare you experienced at your own but knowing you’ll be with someone who wants to be with you as much as you want to be with them keeps your heart content. If you could control the way things went you’d have Eddie forever & hope he wants to have a forever with you. He’s been calling you almost on a schedule morning hellos and goodnights & sweet dreams you couldn’t ask for anything better. He even invited you to band practice next week & to the Hideout for his next show with his band you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited you were buzzing with energy lately not wanting this feeling to ever go away. You & Robin decided it’s best to have a girls night tomorrow so you both could spend the whole day getting ready. You gave Eddie the mask you found for him he was elated eyes popping out of his head “princess it’s PERFECT!” You hug him nestling your face into his shirt “you know me so well this is exactly what I was gonna go out & try to find to go with everything I just hope Wayne’s here to help me with my tie I’m used to clip ons” you giggle & you both spend the day watching horror movies together snuggled on the sofa.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson #robin buckley

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littlemisslift123 · 2 years ago

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tips on how to lyft from u1ta/ s3ph0ra??

So where I live we don't have u1ta but we do have s3ph0ra (cause where isn't there s3ph0ra?)

I actually have gotten away with quite a lot at s3ph0ra, like I don't do huge hauls from there but I do manage to get some stuff.

My tips are as follows:

chat up the workers, and ask questions. if you brush them off it seems sus IMO but you don't have to be tooooooo chatty. just be nice, ask questions about stuff, and ask for a color match maybe.

the second tip is the magic bag/long sleeves trick. so I have this lunchbox that allows me to slip things in very discretely. like the strap is very close to the opening and so if I hold it like at my wrist, and I'm wearing long sleeves which cover the "hole", it's pretty easy to just slip whatever in there.

3- the squat and conceal. Wear a coat or a sweater for this. you squat down with something discretely in your hand (or basket) and either on your way down/ or already down, slip this in your purse. hold your purse close to your body, and "in" your open sweater. you'll squat down and pretend to look at the bottom row of products. maybe swatch a bit, read ingredients, whatever, just make it believable that you're actually just squatting to check something out.

four! the sleeve-in. easy, been there, done that, just be discrete.

5- don't get too greedy. especially if you're new at lyfting.

six- their security system- at least at my location- is a joke. they use visible (but discreet) RFID stickers. I have never seen an RFID inside a box so far. AGAIN I SAY SO FAR BECAUSE MAYBE THERE ARE SOME I JUST HAVEN'T SEEN. Always, always, always, look inside the box. just make sure. you can never be too safe. always carefully inspect the box from the outside, peel off any RFID. I notice they're always just simple white stickers with an electromagnetic chip inside.

test things out, swatch, whatever. even shit you don't want. so that you really look like you're looking around and aren't going in for specific items that *suddenly* vanish from their stock.

if they ask if you need help or guidance, what I like to do is tell them that I got a gift card for Christmas/my birthday or whatever, and I'm trying to figure out what to buy with it. I say that I don't really wear any makeup so I'm just looking around until something pops out to me. I accept to look at whatever they offer. (till this one bitch showed me a color corrector for my naturally red cheeks. ma'am, it's built-in blush why would I color correct that?)

Anyways: here's the stuff I got from there over the last six-ish months.

skincare:

m1lk makeup c00ling water stick

gl0w recipe avocado nyacinimide dr0ps

lan3ige lip mask in berry

lan3ige primer in that sparkly little pink bottle

makeup:

di0r backstage pink blush

di0r backstage concealer (not a fan, creases like crazy, but the applicator is out of this fucking world. considering emptying it and filling it with my favorite concealer)

di0r lip glow in 001 light pink (can you tell I like di0r???)

di0r lip glow oil in cherry (meh I don't love the tint it leaves behind)

b3n3tint (LOOVE i'm feral for b3n3fit)

b3n3fit highlighter in tickle (LOVE LOVE LOVE)

b3n3fit H00la (too dark for me because i'm literally so fucking pale)

b3n3fit moonsomething blush (too light somehow? maybe i'm just doing it wrong though)

1l1a concealer

i'm forgetting stuff

fragrances:

jul1et has a gun mini

g00cci the pink one in a mini rollerball cause I have the big one but i hate carrying it around.

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