#TO THE WHOLE ABOUT TO TAKE A SHOWER THING

[eddiemunchem]

━━━━━━━━ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ ━━━━━━━━

📄 that puppy-dog typa love | eddie is fiercely loyal, doting, and affectionate — when he’s enamored, you’re everything; his whole world. so just don’t mind the fact that he clings to you like a sloth to a tree, yeah?

⚠️ 1.1k words, fem!reader, fluff!! (after however many fics of straight smut), established relationship, clingy!eddie, needy!eddie, language, slight allusions to eddie having anxiety, physical affection is eddie munson’s love language, showering together (romantically), doting!eddie, eddie is a golden retriever boyfriend i said what i said, i got a fuckin cavity smh (anon i love you so much for requesting this i’m exploding)

you’d never quite had anyone as affectionate as eddie. it started off small, as most things do. an arm over your shoulder, a tight hug, a hand slipped in yours, tangled fingers or locked ankles, lips glued to your neck —

the point is, eddie is affectionate. and fairly clingy. it was difficult for you to truly maintain a semblance of personal space around him.

sometimes it bothered you to a rather… irritating degree.

experiencing summer in hawkins was akin to slow-cooking in hell, with even the early mornings proving unbearably humid — and, on this humid, hot morning, you were woken by about a liter of sweat pouring from your body and long, insistent limbs wrapped around your form.

you swallowed down the groan that built in your throat and attempted to wrangle yourself free. such a task wasn’t easy, as the moment eddie’s sleep-heavy body registered that you were trying to escape, his grip tightened exponentially.

“eds,” you murmured, as patiently as you could manage. “c’mon, i need to get ready for work.”

“no you don’t.” eddie groaned petulantly into the pillow, burying his nose into your hair and squeezing your body to his. “you can take a day off.”

“not if we want to actually make rent on time this month.” you quipped back, attempting to shrug him off.

but eddie wasn’t budging. his lips found your neck amongst the mess of limbs, hair and sheets, and he peppered it with small kisses.

“just stay in bed for a little longer,” eddie whispered, thumb stroking your tummy through your sleep shirt.

well, his shirt, to be exact. an old faded metallica tee that you’d essentially stolen from him within the first few months of your relationship. hey, it was comfy, and big enough that it could double as a nightgown. a win’s a win.

his warmth was rather… inviting, you had to admit, even if you were sweating buckets. something about eddie’s body wrapped around yours simply dragged you into the deepest state of relaxation you’d ever felt, one that was so comfortable and natural you found yourself craving it again the second you left his arms.

ah, fuck it. you could never really say no to him, anyway.

with a small sigh you halted your struggles and allowed your body to sink into his. your eyelids fluttered closed as you muttered, “fine, just a few more minutes.”

‘a few more minutes’ roughly translated to thirty-three more minutes. you were woken by eddie’s sleepy rumble of, “oh, shit. it’s almost nine.”

he sounded so nonchalant about it, as if the observation didn’t yank your heart into your throat. with strength and reflexes you didn’t even know you had, you bolted upright, nearly uprooting eddie beside you.

“what?!” you exclaimed, snapping your wide eyes to the bedside clock. 8:54 blinked at you in a red glare, and your heart sunk back into your chest — you only had about twenty minutes to get ready if you wanted to get to melvard’s on time.

“shit, shit, shit—” you continued to chant as you dragged yourself out of the bed and towards the connected bathroom, shedding the tee from your torso and throwing it to the ground. the bed creaked and moaned behind you, and you knew eddie was rising too, but you didn’t have the time to concentrate on that.

you flicked the knob of the shower and stripped yourself of your cotton shorts and panties as the spray warmed, then stepped inside and ripped the curtain closed long before the water had even actually warmed itself.

it was actually a bit of a relief, considering the heat permeating the small trailer. you couldn’t be blamed for turning the cold knob a tick further to the right than you usually did.

it was as you were soaping up your loofa that the shower curtain was pulled aside, and eddie stepped within the small tub, in full naked glory. you gave him a small smile, assuring him of what he was more than likely contemplating; i’m not mad at you.

eddie’s shoulders slumped in visible relief and he slid his arms around your naked waist. used to embraces such as this, you focused on scrubbing the grime away from your torso first so as to not disturb his hold.

“can i wash your hair?” eddie murmured, voice barely even louder than the hissing spray — had he not been so close to your ear, you probably wouldn’t have even heard him. you hummed your consent and you didn’t have to look at him to know he more than likely fist pumped the air.

eddie’s hands were like magic when he buried them into your hair, fingertips scraping softly across your scalp and alleviating itches you didn’t even know existed.

you really couldn’t be blamed for leaning back against him as he gave your head a pseudo-massage. it felt really nice, after all.

robotically you moved about your normal shower-routine, the only difference being that eddie was the one who lathered the shampoo into your hair.

he did so softly, and with great care, every gentle movement soaked with something warm and soft that left your feeling faintly like jelly.

“i love you.” eddie murmured suddenly, the first interruption since he’d asked to wash your hair for you. your heart swelled in your chest and you turned your head to the side to nuzzle against his jaw.

“i love you, too.” you softly uttered back, sighing deeply as he helped you rinse the shampoo from your hair.

“you’re so beautiful, you know.” eddie whispered, popping the cap to your conditioner and squirting a blob of it into his palm.

“eddie,” you reprimanded softly, cheeks growing warm. it wasn’t exactly unusually for eddie to shoot such sentiments at you, but the fact that he was only inches away from you, naked, and whispering such things? yeah, that was dangerous. and eddie knew that. “i need to get out soon.”

“i know.” eddie murmured back, sliding his hands through your hair to smooth the conditioner throughout it. “i just wanted to tell you.”

you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, all too aware of the brush of something hard against your hip every so often.

you bantered lightly with eddie as you let the conditioner sit for a few minutes, and of course, eddie helped you to rinse that out as well. with incredibly gentle, almost reverent movements.

god, eddie loved you so much you could feel it in your bones.

“shit!” you exclaimed suddenly, an oversight slamming into you like a train. “i didn’t grab my uniform.”

eddie flashed you a charming smile. “that’s okay. i grabbed it for you. it’s on the counter, along with a towel.”

god, you loved eddie so much that you could feel it in your damn bones.

you surged up to connect your lips to his, pulling a pleased hum from his throat as his hands immediately grasped your elbows.

well, if eddie already had the towels and your uniform laid out for you, and was clearly raring to go…

“we have time if we’re quick.”

you wouldn’t get fired for being five minutes late.

i apologize i had to insert something suggestive at the end i had to you don’t understand

[zeninslut]

Three strikes, you're (not going) out!

Tw:  fem!reader, smut, rough sex, drug use (weed), vague descriptions of being high, high sex, needy!Toji, kinda mean!toji, Porn with (minor) plot. Dumbification(?) Thumb in butt, squirting, no use of y/n, minor mentions of scent kink, use of daddy, degradation. 18+ MDNI

Wordcount: 3.5k 

An: Hi guys, ah I'm so nervous as this is my first work so please go easy on me. If you write and you read this I’m always open to constructive criticism :) jus please PLEASE inbox me instead i get embarrassed easily. Also, this fic was inspired by @satorena ‘s  "& drip till we soak the bed " which I enjoyed reading if you couldn't tell so take a look at that. The reader is black coded. Actually, this whole fic is as I am a black girl myself.  also grammar isn't really my thing, i used grammarly but thats about all you're getting from me. I really enjoyed writing this and honestly, I can see myself doing this a lot more often so if you have any suggestions lmk! I’ll probably make a more formal post about that but without further ado:

Truth be told you don’t know how you got here, a couple minutes ago you were just adding on finishing touches to your makeup and spraying yourself with your “good girl” perfume by Carolina Herrera. You were way overdue for a girls’ night with Shoko and honestly, you needed this.

Since dating Toji, he has you stuck in the house all day even when he was busy working. Not letting you leave unless he comes with you like he’s your guard dog. Leaving you to stay at home since he took a gig that was able to retire you and himself but he still likes to work so he doesn’t feel too lazy.

 He doesn’t work that often but his jobs have him gone for a while at a time. Every time he comes home to you, he’s such a big baby. He had just gotten home from a gig a couple days ago too. Needing nothing but you, he smothers you right where you lay on the couch despite your protests of him being dirty (may have not showered for 5 days but when you’re a hitman, you gotta weigh your priorities). He doesn't care, all he needs is you. After a couple times, you get used to it, even developing a thing for his natural musk.

You play with his hair pressing soft kisses on his forehead occasionally using the opportunity to smell his scalp as he lays on your soft plush body. He loves to spend his days off being with you, accompanying you with the smallest of tasks. When you ask him why he likes being around when you’re reading a book he just tells you to go back to reading but truth be told, you quiet his mind. Even without saying anything, your presence puts him at peace allowing his mind to rest from all the turmoil inside.

When Toji comes back from a gig it normally means you won't be leaving anytime soon and if you do, he’s standing right beside you in all his massive glory. So when he walked in you knew you needed to get away fast before he caught- 

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he asked with the usual arrogant smirk on his face as he takes in the sight of you in this enticing dress (strike one). you notice the already lit blunt in his hand as the wedding cake smoke clouds fill the bathroom quickly. He stands behind you and gazes at you in the mirror as he takes a hit. You can practically hear the thoughts that fill his head as he leaves the blunt on his lips and starts to play with your ass. One hand on your back pressing and bending you into a pretty little arch for him. “ Tojiiiii please I have to meet Shoko I haven't seen her in weeks…” you beg him with pleading doe eyes and he almost immediately feels his dick twitch (strike two). “ aww yea?” he asks and you can hear the mockery in his voice already. “ you so fuckin pretty mama, Shoko needa see you all dolled up like this?” he says smoothly while practically eye fucking you. He finally tears his eyes off your plush fat ass to meet your gaze in the mirror.

His heavy vermin eyes bore into you with predatory hunger, he looked like he could eat you up and he truly was contemplating it. Especially after he got a whiff of your perfume, his absolute favorite. But he didn't think that you deserved it, oh no especially not after you tried to sneak off in this slutty ass dress without telling him.

It’s not like telling him would have changed anything though. He has no problem letting you get all dolled up before events so he could absolutely ruin you right as you leave. He just can't help himself. 

He presses himself into you not breaking eye contact “You tryna leave me already baby?” he says charmingly as he feels his eyes get heavier and heavier from the weed.  He begins to grind his fat heavy dick between your soft asscheeks slipping back and forth between them in the tight silky fabric of your dress. “ I missed you though mama..” he whispers in your ear as he pulls you up to press his larger front half into your smaller back half. He takes the blunt out his mouth to plant delicate kisses all over your neck and collarbone.  “ Toji…” you whine again “please? I’ll be a good girl and I’ll be back before it gets really late so we can watch snowfall like you like to…” (strike three, you’re out!) 

You were just so cute thinking that you would get out of this especially after you referred to yourself as a “good girl”. 

Aww, what a cutie bringing up my fav show like that… calling herself a good girl. yea imma make sure she real good fa me  He thinks to himself. 

Maybe he would’ve let you go if he wasn’t high (chances would be slim to none but better than your chances now) but how could he? He always got so affectionate and horny when he got high even though his body is way stronger than the average human male. Which is crazy because already has the sex drive of a rabbit. “Yea?” he asks pressing your whole body into the bathroom counter. His hands find purchase on your bare back as the dress was backless. He tugs on the Gucci thong (courtesy of him btw) you're wearing the fuck? his eye twitches, and all hopes of salvation are absolutely demolished as he smirks evilly but you can't even see him as he presses your head onto the counter.

Of course she tries to leave in this slutty ass outfit without me, what the hell wrong with this girl? then she got the nerve to look at me like that like my dick not already hard. She just makes this too easy for me and way harder on herself 

“Give me a lil show and maybe just MAYBE I'll have mercy on you tonight” he lies. His fingers find your hair and pull you up to look at him in the mirror. You sigh as you feel his other hand lift your dress up but honestly, you love this. You both knew he was lying but you couldn’t help but play into it. You love how he can’t get enough of you, especially in his high daze. You feel the tip of his clothed dick prod against the thin fabric barely covering your fat puffy folds. You rub your fat ass all over his heavy length feeling it get harder and harder by the second. His breathing becomes deeper as he holds the blunt in his hand. You place your hand on his bare abs. “ let me hit it” you say looking back at him straight in the eyes referring to the blunt and you feel his dick twitch under you. Yea, it’s safe to say Shoko was not seeing you tonight. 

Now that you think about it you know exactly how your slutty ass got here, standing on your tippy toes, throwing your fat ass back on your man and his hefty dick. He watches in awe, blunt trapped between his lips, lost in the waves. He loved when you did the work for him honestly, your slick warm cunny milking him for everything he’s got left, he could stay like this forever and he really wanted to. Full you up nice and full and send you on your merry way to Shoko but he knew you would be tired after he was done for you. Shit, you might even be tired now he thinks when he feels you abruptly stop.

He furrows his eyebrows as his eyes meet your tear-stained ones in the mirror and he feels his dick twitch and throb. He knows he’s a sick man, getting off to you crying from exhaustion but he truly can’t help himself. He really is a sadist at heart. Every time he feels like he can’t get harder he does. He puts out the blunt before placing both his hands on the arch of your back 

“aww my slutty baby getting tired huh? you wanna cum don’t you?” he asks lowly and you only nod in response as your legs shake. He kisses his teeth and lands a heavy smack on your ass which makes you jolt with him still inside of you “words mama, you need to use your words” he says as glares at you in the mirror. “yes daddy hmph, I wanna cum please” you beg your eyes not leaving his. “then fucking take it and make yourself cum all over this dick. Who told you to stop he fuck? You think yo lil ass in charge now?” he spits at you harshly and lands another smack on your ass as he feels you flutter around him. He knows exactly what to say to get you going. You whimper but get on your tippy toes again working towards your orgasm. “ that’s it, there you go mama. This yo dick pretty girl.” you moan loudly feeling your walls clench around him from his words. He smirks knowing that he will forever have you in his grasp by that smooth ass mouth of his. “damn baby you taking me so well… So deep too. you better make a fucking mess on this dick too. Fuckkk, look at you, already wetting it up. ” he groans lowly as he stares at where you guys connect and glare back at you in the mirror.

His gaze is tense and unwavering watching your face contort from the pleasurable pain of impaling yourself on his dick. You practically saw hearts in his eyes from the way he looked at you. You feel your face grow hot as you look away feeling embarrassed from the intimacy. As you look away you feel his big hand cup the entirety of your face and force your gaze to meet his.

You swear you can hear him say “ look at me “ but his mouth remains closed as he makes sure you understand. 

“youn wanna look at me no more?” he asks with fake sadness “I don't give a single fuck. look at me while you use my cock. I’m so deep inside you, I can feel that cervix. You’re doing that baby, You know that?” he then works his hand to your throat and grabs it to use it as leverage to press your body firmly against his. He fights the urge to take control as you continue to work yourself back onto him.” you the one that got me digging me in you like this. Such a slut taking me this deep yea? You feeling me baby?” he asks you with incredible finesse and you were in fact feeling him, digging you out due to your own doing.

Each thrust backwards being met with a delicious pleasure forming a knot building in your stomach. “ cause I'm feeling you, so warm and tight. You feel so good baby” he moans to you without shame. “ooo shitttt, I feel you baby”’ you moan loudly feeling your body give out to the sensation of being full.  “you like that huh? You like that I can feel your insides warming me up and begging me not to leave? Don’t worry my pretty girl, I'm not going anywhere and neither are you.” you moan loudly at his words feeling yourself get closer with each thrust backward. You feel your legs shake and your feet cramping as you get closer to your orgasm. “that's it, use me. Make yourself cream all over this dick and I promise imma make you squirt on it next” he all but begs you. Your eyes are torn away from him as they roll back to your head. You fuck yourself back onto him through your orgasm, creaming on him with a loud cry. 

 You genuinely cannot continue fucking him but you still need him inside you so your actions slow to a stop and he pulls himself out of you “Toji? ” you look back at the Greek god-like physique of the man behind you in desperation. He stares at your pretty pussy for a min as you whine for him. “Beg.” he says now slapping his fat cock head on your clit making you jolt. You reach your hand behind you to hold and stroke his cock, taping it on your entrance too hoping he will give in but every time you try to slide him in, he pulls away. When that doesn’t work you get frustrated resorting to the brat he knows all too well.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what? Like seriously. You already ruined my night out and god knows when I will get the chance to see the fucking sun again since you like to hold me captive for decades at a time” you say annoyed as you glare at him through the mirror. His face holds something unreadable and that should’ve been your sign to stop talking but oh what the hell, you’re already here now. You smirk maliciously as the next words leave your mouth. “Or are you just so damn high that you can’t even handle me right now? You’re such a baby. I smoked more of that blunt than you did, you fucking lightweight. You need a nap baby boy?” your words are laced with unmistaken condescendence. 

He opens the bathroom drawer next to you and grabs the candle lighter, relighting the blunt. “fucking finish this shit. I’m not fucking playing with you either, you better take everything I give you” looks you dead back in your eyes and by the tone of his voice, he has had enough of your bullshit tonight. You take it from him and follow his orders, hitting it while he fixes your arch nice and deep for him. “ and you better keep this fucking arch too because if I have to fix it for you, you won’t like it.” he grumbles angrily as he lines himself up at your entrance again. “can’t handle you right now? That weak-ass sorry-ass arch you had throwing that shit back to me, you lucky I’m in love with yo sexy ass.” he fires back at you. He was lying though, he definitely was mesmerized at the way you moved your perfect body even when he was the one so deep so deep inside you. He throws his head back and rolls his neck and you can only brace yourself for what happens next. It all happens so fast. 

Soul-crushing and spine-shattering couldn’t even describe it.

The roach of the blunt remains in your hand, your eyes roll back and your mouth stays agape in pure ecstasy as Toji fastly thrusts into you. He gives you fast, hard strokes as his girth fills you up hitting all the right places. “ Do I need a nap??? Do you know who the fuck I am?” he boasts as he drives his body into yours. Between damn near finishing that blunt and the rough treatment from Toji, you were genuinely on cloud nine.

Repetitive moans left your mouth that could only be described as lewd. He leans back and smirks looking at the mess of a brat he made. His eyes find your puckering hole and he smiles to himself. He can’t even fight off the thoughts of making you his favorite bowling ball. 

You on the other hand can’t even understand what this man is doing to you before his thumb is in your mouth. “wet this shit up fa me yea? Can you do that fa me baby?” he asks you with a saccharine tone. You are like putty in his hands, all cute and pliant for him. He watches you lustfully as you suck his thumb and spit on it heavily.  He then uses both of his hands to spread you wide for him before spitting a glob onto the tight ring of your ass. He thumbs the hole, feeling it flutter underneath his touch practically inviting him in. He grins cockily at the visual, he already knows this is your favorite trick of his. You whimper as he swirls his thumb around the hole teasing you. He knows this is just what you need to throw you over the edge. “ you want it in your butt huh?” he looks at you once again through the mirror but you can't even meet his eyes, only moaning the word yes over and over again. He decides to have mercy on you but still doesn’t spare you the hard time. He sinks his fat thumb into your asshole and almost immediately he feels you clamping down on him. 

“What a slut. You a butt slut baby?” he asks you finding your reaction too funny. Who would know his perfect girlfriend likes to have her pretty tight asshole played with. He moves his thumb around in your ass using it as a hook to fuck you deeper and you all but moan at the stimulation.  “say it, say you're my dumb butt slut” he commands.

Honestly, he doesn’t need to hear this, he just wants to see how far you gone you are and he truly finds out how lost you are when you scream about how much you love when he puts his thumb in your butt proclaiming over and over again that you are in fact his stupid butt slut. He laughs to himself while doing his finishing move. He begins to move his thumb in and out of your tight hole feeling it hold onto him while his other hand moves to your clit. He starts rubbing rapid fast circles and quickly your legs buckle beneath you being caught by the counter. 

Your feet are above ground as he fucks you harder and rougher. He’s really fucking you into the counter at this point and you are loving every single second of it. Pornographic is the only word that can describe the sounds coming from the bathroom and even that would be an understatement. Your vision becomes blotchy as he works your body. Your legs are close together and shaking while the ever-forming knot in your stomach gets ready to release. Even though Toji is really putting that work in, he’s coming close to his release as well. Your pretty slick cunt giving him a run for his money like always. He can feel you clenching tighter and tighter as he feels himself inside you through the tissue separating your pussy and ass and he almost cums right there. He can never understand how you take him so well, the visual of both your holes being stuffed forms a desire in his mind that can only be described as animalistic.

"you boutta cum baby?” He questions you a couple of seconds before your release but he already knows the answer. “ cum all on this dick so I can fill you up and you gotta stay inside with me forever.” his words through you over the edge as well as him suddenly pulling his thumb that was so deep in your ass out, making you squirt all over his hefty length in a loud shriek.

The visual of you squirting around him and your fluttering asshole makes his release find him earlier than anticipated as he shoots his hot thick ropes of cum inside you with the most guttural moans you had heard in a while. He stays inside you softening and then pulls out slowly, plugging you back up with his fingers. He needs to make sure it stays in. You moan at the overstimulation but you don't protest smiling hazily as he enjoys your fucked out expression. 

You feel him planting gentle kisses down your back praising you for taking him so well. He then pulls his fingers out bringing them to your mouth to lick, lifts your dress back down, and puts the thong back on you despite your weak shaking legs and overfilling cunt quickly leaking through the fabric of it. He leaves for a second and you look at your disheveled appearance in the mirror. Hair and makeup all fucked up. He comes back into your field of vision holding car keys. 

“ I’ll drop you off at Shoko’s place c'mon” he smirks admiring his work.

He knew damn well… 

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH🦅

[mynameismckenziemae]

Mix It With Rum

Tyler Owens x Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI! Adults (18+) only! Smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, exhibitionism (kind of), a single slap on the ass, dirty talk, creampie kink, etc.

Request from @lexixstewart

Song is Rum by Brothers Osborne

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“Oops,” you giggle as you set the drinks down a little too hard, creamy liquid sloshing over the side.

No one can see you in the little outdoor shower attached to your room so there’s no qualms about licking clean what spilled over your hand.

“Yum,” a sigh escapes you as the cool, sweet flavors of pineapple and coconut hit your tongue. It tastes better than the first one you had earlier, putting you on the right side of tipsy.

After starting the shower, you turn on Spotify and strip off your bikini top, tossing it over the top of the wood surround, and smiling because you know Tyler can see it from the pool where you left him when he’d gotten distracted by a bachelor party talking football.

The most fitting song begins to play as your bottoms join the top and you slide under the lukewarm water, humming along as you rinse the sunscreen and sand from your slightly pink skin.

We came out here to do a whole lotta nothin'

And we're doin' pretty good I think

It was the first full day of your weeklong honeymoon and between wedding planning and storm chasing, the two of you hadn’t had a chance to relax in months. The hot sun, even hotter sex, and beautiful beach are just what you need.

Your hips start to sway as you hum along, pausing only to take another swallow of the addicting drink.

The only one thing we need to worry about

Is fillin' up when the ice cubes clink

After the shampoo is rinsed, you lather your body while the conditioner’s in your hair, your skin so soft and smooth from the sand.

Dippin' our toes in the water

I don't care if it gets any hotter

There’s a loud, wet slap and you whip around to a grinning Tyler, his cheeks flushed from rum and sun.

“Tyler James,” you chide, rubbing the burning handprint he left on your buttcheek, “the pool is right there! Anyone could’ve heard that.”

It's you and me rememberin' how to have fun

Let's put our hearts together

He sings you the words as he drops his swim trunks, his cock thick and hard between his muscular thighs as he takes a long drink from the glass next to yours before stepping through the water, back you straight against the cool, damp wood.

“You’re gonna much more than that later tonight for sneaking away on me, Mrs. Owens,” he smiles as his hands find your ass, taking a handful in each before squeezing tightly; a promise for later. “The only other group out there left when I did,” he continues, leaning close to brush his lips over yours before giving you a teasing kiss, “I made sure it was empty so I could do this.”

“Do wha-oh,” you cut off with a sigh when he drops to his knees, lifting your thigh over his sun-kissed shoulder before he surges forward.

Two parts love and a pinch of good weather

And top it all off with the sun…continues in the background as he unhurriedly and messily uses his tongue, lips, chin, and nose to devour you.

When you nearly knock both half-full glasses off the shelf to steady yourself, an idea comes to mind.

The chilled drink is cool against your heated skin as you slowly pour it over your breasts. Tyler’s eyes have fallen closed so he doesn’t even notice until it hits his tongue.

“Taste so good,” he moans, eyes full of lust as he takes in the view, “nothing could get better than this; my wife’s sweet pussy,” he licks a thick stripe through your arousal, “mixed with my cum from earlier,” his dirty words make you whimper as he wetly laps up the sweet concoction sliding down your stomach, “and piña colada. Fuck.”

He slides one hand up through the mess and the other goes between your thighs as he zeroes in on your clit with his tongue. He taps two fingers on your lips, pushing them inside to suck on when you open your mouth while two slip into your pussy to curl against your g-spot.

And mix it with rum, mm, mm, mm, mm.

Already toeing the edge of your release, the vibrations as he hums along is all it takes for you to fall over; your sounds of pleasure are muted by his fingers.

Tyler doesn’t give you a chance to recover before he rises; your legs wrap around his waist by muscle memory alone when he lifts you.

The low, drawn-out groan when he sinks inside your still-clenching body makes you shiver before he sets a quick, unforgiving pace with his thrusts, revealing how just worked up he is.

“Never gonna let you outta my sight again-fuck!” He grunts against your neck when you tighten around him, “Gonna stay in the room the rest of the trip so I can fill you up any time I want,” he angles his hips to catch your clit with each stroke, “anywhere I want, and any hole I want.”

“Yes,” you breathe, tugging him up by his hair to give him a biting kiss, “Please Ty. I need it-need your cum.”

He groans into your lips as his hips slow into a grind, cock twitching as he releases deep inside you; his triggers yours with a soft cry that he doesn’t bother to muffle.

“Love you,” he pants, pressing his forehead to yours as you catch your breath.

“I love you too. And I want you to have me in any and every way you want,” you smile softly, give him a sweet kiss, “but I’m not staying in the room for the rest of the trip.”

“Alright,” he agrees with a laugh, “so a blow job at the beach and anal in the cabana?”

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A/N: If you’re wondering where this came from…I would like nothing more than to be a little tipsy, a little sunburnt and a lotta fucked at a beach right now. 😏

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love knowing what you think in the comments/reblogs.

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[hey-august]

Can you imagine Buggy trying to make it trough no nut November? Spurned on by a joke you made about how you’d literally have to confiscate his nuts and balls to keep him from fiddling himself, making him competitive. Now he’s in hell trying to prove you wrong but too competitive to just give up. The only time he can have his jewels back is when he needs to wash himself or go take a leak…. Maybe he can just hold it a tad longer and you won’t notice? Maybe he can squeeze out the last few drops just once more and- Knock knock! Alright alright he’s done! GEESH don’t hurry a guy.

Be aware that any teasing you will do during that time will be paid back tenfold by December first as soon as the clock strikes midnight. You have created a monster that will not stop at just nutting once.

You know what they say - Shake it once, that's fine. Shake it twice, that's okay. Shake it three times, you're playing with yourself (agaaaaiiinnn)

Buggy didn't think this through. Not entirely. He thought it would be pretty easy. He just needs to keep himself occupied the whole month, keep his mind out of the gutter, stay busy, don't think about how you're keeping his frank and beans safe.

Any little movement and he's wondering if it's you. Are you going to tease him? Play with him? A little stroke? A fondle? A lick? Stick it inside yo-

You're not. That's not the spirit of this agreement. Deal. Bet. Hostage situation.

That's the problem - you won't do those things, so it's all left to Buggy's imagination. How you're sleeping and his erection is just throbbing away somewhere nearby. What if you left the box open accidentally and he could just fuc-

Time for a cold shower.

Buggy's starting to get worried that he's going to have a wet dream at some point. That you'll wake up, check on your pet rock(hard dick), and find it marinating in some baby juice. And he LOSES. Because he came in his sleep like some uncontrollable horndog.

By the end of the month, Buggy is a mess. But also real clean, from all the showers. For the last few days, he had been drunk off his ass. Maybe giving himself whiskey dick was cheating, although there wasn't an explicit rule against it.

And, honestly, it was kinda cute listening to Buggy slur at midnight that he won! He's nawt a losher, he didn' cum at all. The whoooole month. No cum- no nut novembutt hehehe

He promises to give you the dicking of a lifetime. And he...falls asleep. Does he have a wet dream that night? Hm. Who knows. And maybe if he did, someone cleaned it up before Buggy woke up and noticed.

In the end, Buggy did win. And he's excited for his prize.

[redvexillum]

This story has me absolutely WEAK. 😩💖

The way it starts off with such a casual, comfortably possessive vibe from Alastor and Lucifer is so freaking cute, with their warmth, teasing, and soft morning interactions. You can feel the intimacy and tenderness radiating off them—Alastor's cheerful voice and that delightful, smooth vibe he gives off is just so freaking sexy. But then—OH THEN—it all goes wildly chaotic and steamy, and I am HERE for it. 😍🔥

I mean, you get this cozy, sweet moment where Alastor is all playful with his "Five more minutes" routine (and let’s not forget the adorable clinginess), but the tension starts building in such a perfect way! The way Alastor starts getting possessive over you, especially with his little teasing growl and that claws on your hip moment? HOLY. The whole situation is a mix of flirty and intensely dominant, which I am living for. 😏

But THEN—Lucifer, the king of all sarcastic taunts, just casually gets involved in the morning shenanigans, adding a whole new layer of playful power struggle between the three of you. I love how Lucifer is just amused by the whole thing, casually letting you get under Alastor’s skin, while also knowing what’s coming. The humor and banter are delicious. 😌💖

And let’s talk about that little wiggle moment. I can't even—Alastor’s warning growl? The shivers from his sniffing and nipping at your neck? Like, the tension building here is so juicy that I’m practically sweating. His voice, dripping with that playful but dangerous tone, is just—ugh, it's everything. Punish me, Alastor, please. 😈

Now, can we just take a second to appreciate how the anticipation builds even more after you take your sweet time with that shower? Like, you know what's coming, but the waiting, the teasing—you’re in trouble and you’re loving every second of it. 😏

And then—OH MY GOD. The moment you walk back into that room and Alastor is just ready for you, Lucifer all riled up, and everything goes into full sexy chaos mode. The power dynamic here is insane. I am dying at Alastor’s feral grin, his complete control over the situation, and how you're just so done for.

But the climax (pun intended) of this whole scene? Lucifer, still not quite ready to give up that easy, being the perfect foil to Alastor’s dominance, while you’re stuck in this incredible trap of heated kisses, possessive groping, and literally being pinned down by two men who just adore making you squirm..

And can we just talk about the sensory overload?! The music metaphor for how Alastor and Lucifer work together? Ugh, it’s so perfect! The tension and buildup were absolutely killer, and the way they both took care of the reader, balancing pleasure with just the right amount of pain? OOF. SO GOOD. 😩💓

This whole scene was just so… overwhelming and sensual, like, I don’t even know how to recover from this. I’m dead. DEAD. 💀 It's pure magnificent madness and I'm so here for it. More, please. MORE. 🙌

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Alastor x Lucifer x FReader

CW: P in V sex, biting, blood, blood consuming (Alastor mild), threesome, anal sex, reader is a brat, small amounts of Dominance/Submission.

Good Morning. 

Buzzzzz.

You hear the static hum as awareness seeps back into your consciousness. 

Warmth is the second thing that registers with you. A warm bundle under your right arm that smells of pome fruit, and aftershave. Your arm tightens slightly in possession, as you feel the same done to you from a weight over your own abdomen. 

A strong arm resting over your waist, the essence of woodsmoke tinged with iron drifts over your shoulder as you feel breath against your cheek, you know the sound you heard means he’s awake. 

“Good morning dearest,” Alastor’s cheerful voice is never tired, and you groan in complaint, he chuckles, and you feel your hair being moved off your forehead as the press of his lips meets the side of your temple, you can feel the ever-present smile on his face even with your eyes still closed. 

Snuggling down into the warm plush pillow, your bladder decides to make itself known as you feel pressure and the need to relieve yourself, grumpily you start to shift around, prepared to clamber over Lucifer to get out of the bed, knowing there’s no way you’d get past Alastor, as he’s very clingy in the mornings. 

As you sling one leg over the Fallen Angel’s waist, Alastor’s arm pulls you back against him, “and where do you think you’re running off to Dear?” A slight growl in his voice, as Lucifer finally rouses, a sound of complaint in the back of his throat as you're pulled away from even cuddling him anymore. 

“We talk about this every morning Al... I have need of the facilities.” 

“Well, Dearest, you know the rules,” came his taunting sing-song voice, as he taps your nose condescendingly, even Lucifer, who has turned over by now to observe, chuckles at your predicament. 

“Five more minutes,” you grumble. 

“Correct, ‘five more minutes’” Alastor hums, pleased, wrapping both arms around you, effectively trapping you, but being mindful not to squeeze your lower abdomen. 

Lucifer snuggles against your front now, boxing you in, and you whine in complaint, but Alastor simply responds by wrapping a long leg over the top of yours, pinning them down too. 

“You two will be the death of me,” you whinge. 

“Good job you’re already dead then isn’t it my sweet,” Lucifer laughs. 

“Don’t you start too,” you complain, making both men laugh. 

“You know how needy Alastor is in the morning love, just let him do his thing,” Lucifer says, kissing you gently as you blink your eyes open, smiling at him.

“Yes, my King,” you say with a mischievous grin at him, knowing it irks Alastor when you give Lucifer reverence of his station. As evidenced by the increase in the sound of static from behind you and the annoyed huff that makes your hair ruffle slightly.

A devious thought enters your head, quickly you grasp Alastor’s knee, and gently tug him even closer to you, causing a pleased sound from your Deer Demon as he presses himself against you fully. 

You then wriggle your bum. A sharp inhale comes from behind you, as Lucifer snorts in laughter, knowing full well what you’re doing. 

“Do you really think you want to do that right now dear?” Alastor’s voice warns you as the stimulation causes a slight swelling to press against you. 

You giggle, “Absolutely,” wiggling again causing his claws to prick your hip as he hisses. 

“You’re looking to be punished... aren’t you dear?” Alastor taunts, his nose burying in the crook of your neck, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as it tickles you slightly whilst he sniffs you. 

“Me? Never,” you feign shock as Lucifer basks in your warm embrace, pressing his head against your soft chest, his eyes closed as he listens to the pair of you in amusement, his own morning issue throbbing slightly between his legs, but he wasn’t going to let you know about that yet, not when taunting Alastor is so much funnier to watch. 

You try to wriggle away from Alastor again as he sniffs your neck harder, effectively tickling you, causing you to flinch and laugh, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, okay you win,” you laugh as he doesn’t let you go. 

Alastor stops his antics, his grin triumphant as you look over your shoulder at him, your bladder spasms again, reminding you of its growing desperation, “all right, now let me up,” trying to wriggle out of his grasp, he growls once more and you huff, increasing your resistance. 

He puts head back in your neck and his teeth sink into your flesh in warning, causing you to yelp in surprise. Lucifer laughs at your dilemma, “It’s not time yet,” he chuckles. 

“How long,” you say in a whiny voice. 

“Oh... right about... ... ... now,” Alastor says cheerfully as he releases all his hold on you, leg and all. Lucifer also lets his embrace relax, accompanied by a laugh. 

You huff in annoyance; Lucifer lets you hurriedly clamber over him to get out of the bed. 

“Oh Dearest? Do hurry back...” Alastor says amused, “You wouldn’t want us to ‘relieve’ ourselves without you after all,” of course he knows Lucifer also has a hard on. 

You are feeling stubborn, so stick your finger up over your shoulder as you go to walk out of the room, you feel a light thud on your back, you look around in annoyed confusion as a duck falls to the floor with a squeak, your eyes narrow at a suspiciously ‘innocent’ looking Alastor. 

Annoyed and deciding to be disobedient this morning you decide to take your sweet arse time, lest he get too cocky in his control over you. As much as you badly want to rush back to them and not miss out on a second of time with them, you decide to take a shower too. 

After a shower, knowing full well you’ve earned unescapable punishment by now you decide that you should go for all or nothing, and go downstairs to take things a step further, so you make a coffee for yourself, taking your time to drink it, smirking to yourself as Husk asks why you’re so happy today, you give a non-committal answer, mind already back upstairs. 

Deciding you’ve left them both (Alastor) to stew for long enough, you prepare a coffee in his favourite mug for him and a plate of pancakes for Lucifer knowing full well there’s no chance Alastor would let your attitude go unpunished for long enough that they don’t get wasted. 

Wandering back upstairs, you school your features before walking back into the half bayou bedroom, as soon as you open the door you hear the moaning, you close the door swiftly behind you so no one else can hear. 

Looking over at the bed to see Alastor’s red piercing stare directed unerringly at you, as Lucifer, hooked sideways across his lap, gets teased with his claw tips, stimulating the head of his aching weepy cock. 

Alastor looks threateningly at you; Lucifer’s eyes are squeezed shut as he whimpers, Alastor expertly keeps up with teasing him, his claws gently pressing into the clearly abused flesh. 

“We’ve been waiting for you Dear, poor Lucifer has been taking all my attention while you’ve been absent without leave,” his static voice dominating the room. 

Your hands shake, half in fear, half in excitement, you know what Alastor’s displeasure means for you, but deciding to play it cool, you breeze over to the bed, placing the mug and plate down on the bedside table, “I brought breakfast,” you say ignoring his statement, despite the heat pooling in your belly, and moisture saturating your undergarments. 

Alastor’s smile turns absolutely feral, you look into his eyes defiantly as Lucifer whimpers as his hand releases him, you feel rather smug at being able to draw such emotions from his easily readable eyes. 

You shriek as a clawed hand grasps the front of your night gown, Lucifer is indignantly shoved aside with one hand, in favour of swiftly pulling you down on top of Alastor, who keeps a firm, sharp grip on you, making you wince as his eyes darken to radio dials. 

“I suppose you found your little stunt terribly entertaining,” he purrs as he pulls your face down to meet his brutal kiss, as Lucifer huffs in annoyance at being neglected now, so he presses himself into your side, kissing your shoulder as your nightwear gets shredded, exposing heated flesh. 

The world spins, and you feel the plush mattress on your back as you’re caged in by long arms, not many have been in this position with the Radio Demon and lived to tell the tale, you feel rather smug, as you moan into the kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your eager mouth as you give as good as you receive. 

Lucifer’s tail winds around your arms, pulling your wrists together as he starts kissing your neck. The dual attentions making you moan. 

“You my Dear, I’m afraid, are in big trouble.” Alastor's voice is back to being deliriously happy, which makes you more nervous, as it means he has formulated a meticulous plan for revenge, not driven by emotions anymore. 

His nips to your body, are indeed punishing, making you cry out with every single bite, not too deep, but enough that each one bleeds, he makes sure to taste every single one, getting lower and lower as he goes, Lucifer lying beside you, watching with heavy eyelids, stroking his impressively thick cock as he watches Alastor’s progress down your body. 

You lick your lips as you spot the bead of precum on top of his tip, but Lucifer just smirks and bringing his palm up to the top of his cock gathers the moisture to rub into his already moist skin, he tsks at you, fully agreeing with Alastor at your need for punishment. 

Which is technically giving you exactly what you want, but you’d never tell them that. 

You wince and gasp as your attention is drawn back to Alastor with another sharp bite that smarts, and makes you hiss, right around your nipple, Alastor smirks again, suckling at the blood in pleasure before moving on, down your stomach, small bites that leave marks in a straight line slightly off centre, avoiding your belly button, before sinking his teeth into your right hip. 

He keeps his torment up, until he spreads your legs open wide, Lucifer catching your left leg to keep it open, and Alastor keeping his hand on your right knee joint, making sure you stay spread wide as he inhales your mouthwatering almost floral fragrance of arousal. 

The sound of jazz floating across the room as the radio comes to life startling you slightly, drawing your attention away from the sinful demon between your legs briefly, before a sharp piercing pain on the inside of your right thigh causes you to cry out, your eyes shooting back down as your still bound hands tangle in his hair, catching on his antler in your haste. 

You feel a huff of air as he laughs, still keeping his teeth lodged in the meat of your inner thigh, he bites a little harder, causing you to half moan, half cry out in pain, you tug sharply on his hair in protest. His smile, impossibly widens, keeping his teeth steady, threatening you for just a little longer with them, before withdrawing, and licking the wound soothingly as you whimper.

“Now, what do you have to say for yourself Dear?” Keeping up with the soothing action of running the flat of his tongue on the reddened, bleeding bite, this one worse than all the others. 

“I brought you a coffee,” you say cheekily as he growls in warning, knowing the kind of brat you can be. 

You cry out as Lucifer’s teeth sink into the other side of your neck as he punishes you this time. 

“Don’t be naughty sweetheart, you wouldn’t want to provoke our dear Alastor now, would you?” Lucifer says lovingly, his bite not nearly as vicious as Alastor’s had been. 

“No, my Liege,” you say to wind Alastor up even more, by giving Lucifer more attention and respect than Alastor. 

You gasp as you feel cool air suddenly hit your puffy, excited mound as your underwear meets the same fate as your sleepwear, tossed unceremoniously aside. 

A rough tongue plunging inside you, you feel immediate sparks from static inside you in his annoyance, making you moan as your inside's spasm, almost like a mild electric shock. 

“Already so wet love?” Lucifer comments, his hand hadn’t stopped rubbing his own throbbing need even once. 

All you can do is whimper in response before Alastor drags his tongue out and up to your needy clit, rubbing the flat of his tongue over it just once before pulling away, making you whine in protest, feeling empty, desperate in a different way than this morning. 

“Ready to apologise yet Dear?” Alastor raises a brow. 

“Make me,” you growl back, making both men laugh in delight. 

“Oh, don’t worry, I will.” He mutters, his fingers sinking deep inside you, as Lucifer gives attention to your non agitated nipple, his long tongue making you arch your back into his mouth, whining for more. 

Alastor’s fingers firmly but slowly rubbing the inner walls of your soaking wet pulsing heat, your hips buck, trying to make him speed up, the tips of his fingers bumping your soft g-spot each time, making you feel frenzied. 

Feeling a tentacle wrap around your wrists as Lucifer’s tail releases you, your arms raising above your head are pinned, making you let go of Alastor’s hair, a sound of complaint escapes you. 

You do spot Alastor’s wagging tail over his shoulder, making you smirk. 

You protest again at not being allowed to touch. 

“Touching is for good little pets, not brats who don’t follow the rules,” Alastor growls with a harsh push of his fingers, making that thrust in particular hit your cervix, making you cry out again.

Lucifers tongue and sucking mouth not giving a moments reprieve. His hand a blur on his own length now. 

You feel the tightening in your stomach as you get built up on their combined efforts. 

Just as you feel yourself about to burst, everything stops, Alastor's fingers stop, and even Lucifer withdraws from your chest, as you open your eyes you see Alastor’s fingers wrapped in Lucifer’s hair, clearly having dragged him off you. 

You pant, the flush in your cheeks and mess of your hair from the heat of the moment making you look delightfully debauched, you see Alastor’s arousal through his pyjama trousers, (The annoying deer hadn't even gotten nude yet, much preferring the power dynamics of having both you and Lucifer bare and at his mercy, before indulging you both, only after you are desperate and needy for him). 

You whine, arching your back enticingly, trying to make one of them (Lucifer) break, and take pity on you. 

“Ah, ah, ah” Alastor says, his smile unchanging, a sting from a slap to your inner thigh, lower than the bite, punishing you again for your obvious attempt at manipulation. 

“Say it,” Alastor demands, his claw tips digging in where he left his hand on your trembling inner thigh. 

“Please,” you try again, making Alastor laugh and Lucifer to moan. 

“Nice try, but you know what I want to hear Dearest,” his voice lowering, static crackling, his eyes darkening to dials again as he teases you by taking over stroking Lucifer, your hands still bound, keeping you from touching either of them. 

You growl again in need, frustrated and trying to tug fruitlessly at your restraints... both men of power laugh at the pathetic look in your eyes as Alastor breaks down your resolve. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. 

“Louder pet,” Alastor demands with another slap to your thigh, another tentacle taking over to stroke Lucifer for him as Lucifer whines and moans, falling back onto the bed as the tentacle is fast and rough with him, making his hips buck, the sight driving you mad. 

“Okay, Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t follow the rules... please, I need you, PLEASE.” you struggle against the tentacle restraining you. 

“Lovely,” Alastor praises, the audio stimulation far better than any other so far as you beg him. 

His fingers return to your weeping slit and your head throws itself back as he starts thrusting inside you at a much more pleasurable pace than before, as he takes control of both yours and Lucifer’s pleasure simultaneously, working you both to your peaks. 

He stops once more, an evil grin on his face, as you both cry out to him, begging for mercy, it’s music to his ears, they twitch in pleasure, as he greedily observes both of your needy swollen throbbing cores. 

Slowly he kicks off his own trousers, making sure you’re both looking, before excruciatingly slowly, dragging himself up your body and sinking inside your glistening, soaking wet, boiling heat with uncanny accuracy. 

You feel like exploding around him instantly as your tight hole stretches to accommodate the intrusion, you moan and thank him profusely. 

His tentacle resumes its torment of Lucifer, as he sharply thrusts his hips inside you once, wanting to hear the melodious cry you always make when he overstimulates you. 

Without fail, the keening whine escapes your throat at your heat tightens from the feel of his cock hitting so deeply inside you with a jolt, fuzzy static filling your ears. 

“Please Al...” You pant, trying to move your hips, but he stalls you by gripping you  tightly, keeping himself fully seated within you for a while longer as he watches Lucifer’s plight. 

You look over and Lucifer is certainly a sight to behold. 

Flat on his back, moaning, his hips rising and falling with every rub of the tentacle around him, claws cutting through the mattress below him, eyes screwed tightly shut, sweat covering his lovely, unblemished body, cheeks puffed out, wings spread out and crushed below his body, feathers rustling as they tremble. 

You feel the return of the blood flow in your arms and your attention is brought back to Alastor as he starts thrusting consistently now, making your head return to the pillows as you scramble for purchase on his back, nails digging in deeply making him groan. 

You moan in supplication, needing more, he leans forward kissing you as his hips pump his cock as deep as possible inside you, his hands helping you raise your hips to the correct angle that has you babbling and incoherent and you feel your entire needy sex clenching as his cock nudges your soft spot inside with precision. 

Moaning muffled by his mouth, trying to kiss him back, but being quite useless as he uses his body to bully yours into submission, crying out as the feeling is too delicious for words to accurately justify. 

“Fuuuuckkk...” feeling more like a doll than a thinking feeling being at this point. 

Alastor hums, pleased, and pulls out of you, making you grab at him in panic, tears in your eyes at the thought of being left in such a state... denied pleasure. 

He laughs in amusement as he scoops you up, and deposits you on top of Lucifer, who’s tentacle friend had withdrawn as you were dropped onto his lap. 

He’s in just as much of a state as you, “H-hello... love,” he manages to pant. 

“Mmmmm,” you reply slumping forward over his chest as you feel Alastor behind you, directing Lucifers cock inside your desperation, making you both moan in relief but also cry out at the pain, even with Alastor preparing you Lucifer’s girth still makes you burn, once you get accustomed, you realise your shaking legs are too weak to ride him, and you almost cry again. 

Alastor chuckles, and strokes your back, “patience Dear,” he coos. 

You moan as you feel wetness between your cheeks, groaning in pleasure as you feel Alastor working your other hole to stretch you in preparation to take them both. 

Otherworldly sounds escape you straight into Lucifers mouth this time as he holds your face, kissing you to help you through this. 

“So tight love, you’d have thought we’d never done this before,” Lucifer says between kisses and his own noises of pleasure. 

You can only whimper as Alastor stretches you with a third finger, thrusting, testing over and over again until he deems you ready. 

You cry out once more as you feel the thick head of his cock pop past the tight ring of muscle, that was still quite tight around his own impressive thickness. 

“Almost there, Dear heart, you’re doing so well my love.” Alastor praises, his caressing not stopping as he eases inside you, you're panting and gasping not stopping. 

Lucifer kissing your face and neck in support as he lets you breathe through this part, leaving your mouth unoccupied, grasping his shoulders tightly. 

Finally, Alastor manages to go balls deep within your most private channel, praises and caresses not stopping as your mind and body try to catch up, slowly you calm down enough. 

“Good pet,” Alastor praises, you nod your head to indicate he can move. 

His hips move in little thrusts this time as Lucifer holds still, getting your body more pliant and used to the feeling again. 

Your fingers dig into Lucifers shoulders harder, drawing blood, he doesn’t mind, his own hands are in your hair as he keeps you both steady and still, showering you with love and kisses as Alastor’s on your hips keep you still. 

Alastor is currently making you make the sounds that come out of your mouth, music to both their ears... it's the closest they think they’ll ever get to heaven, or back in Lucifer’s case. 

Once they both silently agree you’ve had enough care and preparation, they both begin moving in tandem, your volume increasing as you are trapped helplessly between them. 

A blur of overwhelming sensation from the two powerful men. 

Lucifer thrusting up into you, rubbing every inch inside you and feeling Alastor through the other side of your walls, making him moan as you are stuffed to capacity. 

You feel so much heat and tightness, Alastor’s attentions causing slight pain as he speeds up his own thrusting, rolling his hips. Gauging from your sounds, exactly how far to push your limits. 

They work your body like a finely tuned instrument, Alastor’s fingers pressing into your hips, like the keys on a piano. 

While Lucifer’s fingers start rubbing your clit, strumming like a guitar... or acting as the bow he uses on his fiddle. 

Your moaning reaches a crescendo, you cry out as the innumerable sensations overcome your body. 

Squirting violently around Lucifers cock, the cries tearing from you becoming so loud that Alastor adjusts the radio with his power accordingly, as Lucifer tries to hush you with his mouth on yours again. 

Both of them moaning as your holes grip them both like a vice, it’s so tight Lucifer feels a throb of pain, he can’t move an inch, but it matters not as the sensation of you squirting a torrent right onto his pelvis has his own pulsing reach its limit, as he explodes deep inside you, spurting without even needing to thrust, already buried so deep not a single drop escapes. 

Alastor waits patiently for you both to finish, his smile soft, before chasing his own end, using your relaxed body, lifting you by the hips to work his length in and out of you at a speed the isn’t quite painful for you, but enough of a stimulation for him. 

He growls as he bites you on the nape of your neck, one last time, his balls drawing up and reaching his inevitable end. 

“Mine.” 

Alastor pumps his load deep inside you, his hips smoothly thrusting through the transition as his balls empty, making sure to fill you and not waste any of his seed either as you feel the warmth flooding inside you, as he finishes filling you up. 

All three of you slump in an exhausted pile on the bed, Alastor’s ears and tail twitching, Lucifers wings rustle, and you... you’re a trembling mess between them spasming at the slightest twitch within you. 

Alastor is the first to recover of course and withdraws gently, then proceeds to help pull you off Lucifer, you and the King of Hell both make sounds of protest as Alastor’s swiftness makes your bodies jolt. 

Alastor obviously doing so to entertain himself and punish you again for your audacity this morning. 

Situating you so that you’re cuddled into Lucifer’s chest, who presses a kiss to the top of your head bringing his arms around you. 

Alastor makes a noise of displeasure drawing your attention... “Coffee is cold,” he says in disgust, placing the mug back down, and uses his powers to vanish it and the plate of pancakes, much to Lucifer’s annoyance, but he says nothing, content to have you in his arms. 

A hoarse laugh escapes you. 

Alastor grumbles, and snuggles back in behind you, spooning you again, a facsimile of when you first woke up, but now you’re all a sweaty mess of tangled nudity, he kisses your temple again, before nuzzling the back of your neck, smelling you. 

“Good morning indeed.” You chuckle. 

A/N

Please be gentle this is my first time🤣💜💜

[mehrsdigitaldiary]

Pedri BF Headcanons

a/n: hi hi hi its been around 5 months since I last posted a full piece and i'm so so sorry abt it I had a lot going on in my life but I'm back and I'll try to post something at least once a week 🤍

warnings: a lil lot suggestive

masterlist <3 | F1 masterlist

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who worships the ground you walk on.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who would rather spend his nights cuddled up with you on the couch watching cheesy romcoms rather than being out with his friends.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who does a celebration of your initial every time he scores a goal.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who doesn't let you get behind the wheel. ever.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who takes you to Tenerife every now and then because he loves how his family adores you and knows you secretly miss them too.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who buys you flowers every week.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who after a bad match or a rough day, just needs you to cuddle him and play with his hair till he falls asleep.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who loves to listen to you yap about literally anything.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who loves to shower with you. it doesn't necessarily have to be sexual, he just loves showering with you.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who can't get enough of your kisses

'just one more néna pls'

'pepi you're gonna be late for training'

'amor just give me a kiss and I won't be late'

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who loves whispering the nastiest things in your ears in Spanish at the most random times because he loves seeing you all flustered.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who eats you out till you cry.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who sends you the thirstiest of thirst traps while he's at away games.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who gets jealous and possessive if a man looks at you and then has you bent over the balcony once y'all are home.

'fuckkkk pedri!!!!"

'yes Mami tell the whole neighbourhood who you belong to'

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who will gladly slam you against the wall and make out with you.

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who talks you thru it.

'come on bebe you can give me one more'

'just like that hermosa'

'you're taking me so well mi vida'

⋆.˚ bf! Pedri who needs you as his wife and as the mother of his children

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requests are open for pics and blurbs <3

[mj-iza-writer]

Heyyyy. So random idea but there’s this experiment, can not remember the name :/, but they put a guy in a green house with lowered oxygen levels to see if the plants would produce enough oxygen to keep him alive for a few days.

Guy knew what he was getting into, but imagine a whumpee who didn’t. Whumper doesn’t say anything until the door is locked and the oxygen is lowered. So whumpee has to become very aware of how much they breathe in. But whumper is watching, just so their test subject doesn’t die.

Also good luck on whumptober! Can’t wait to see your takes on more prompts!

Thankyou so much for the good luck wishes for Whumptober. I have never heard ofbthis experiment. I do hope I did your request justice.

Whumpee was pulled from their cell early in the morning.

They were told to strip and prepare for a full body examination. After that, they were given a shower.

Nothing else was told to them. Nothing.

Whumpee paced back in forth in a sterile room. It had been hours since anyone came in.

"What do you want from me?" Whumpee couldn't control their nerves any longer.

"We are making sure you are safe to be used in this experiment... lab rat... be patient. Be happy that we even care about your health", a familiar voice came over the intercom.

"Whumper, please just tell me", Whumpee pleaded.

It was quiet... no reply.

Whumpee lowered themself to the ground and looked up at the camera.

"Please, I'm a good lab rat", Whumpee begged, "please I don't want to die."

Just then, the door opened.

A tall person in a hazmat suit came in and looked over Whumpee.

"Follow me to your experiment sight", they ordered, "do not touch a thing. You may ruin everything if you take outside germs in."

Whumpee stood quickly and nodded.

Whumpee was fitted by a team of scientists. They wore a heart monitor, oxygen monitor, and a helmet to monitor brain waves.

Whumper entered the room once Whumpee was deamed ready.

"Alright, this is a very important experiment. I need you to be on your best test rat behavior. Am I clear?"

"Yes", Whumpee nodded, "what's the experiment?"

"I can not tell you. It will mess with results", Whumper sighed, "just know, I need you to tell me every different feeling you experience. Everything during this needs to be noted. Even the tiniest muscle spasm... tell me everything. Understood?"

Whumpee quickly nodded.

Whumpee was placed in front of a door. A blue light shown up and down them, and the room.

Once done, the doors cranked open.

"Whumpee walk forward into the room", Whumper ordered.

Whumpee followed orders and went forward.

They entered a giant glass dome full of all kinds of flowers

Whumpee marveled at everything, "it's beautiful in here", they looked around for any cameras.

"It has taken a long time to prepare for this", Whumper spoke over the intercom, "you will be spending the next several hours in here, so do enjoy. Their are several snacks and drink for you. Even a few activities to entertain you. You will be monitored the whole time. We can hear everything you say. If you feel any differences, then tell us."

"Okay", Whumpee nodded, "am I allowed to walk around and look?"

"Yes, you may", Whumper chuckled, "we would like you to after all of our hard work making this green house."

Whumper turned off the radio.

"Take the oxygen level down to ninety percent", Whumper spoke over their shoulder.

Whumpee skipped along as they looked at all of the plants. All of the flowers looked beautiful. Most smelt so sweet.

Two hours passed.

Whumper came back into the monitor room.

"Status", Whumper looked into the green house from the viewing room.

"Whumpee sits comfortable at eighty-five percent oxygen. They voice no differences. Monitors also show their levels are fine.

"Decrease oxygen level to sixty-five then", Whumper frowned, "I want to reach fifty percent."

"Doc, that isn't... "

"Did I stutter?", Whumper turned, "sixty-five", they hissed.

After several moments, Whumpee looked up.

"Did something change? I don't feel right", Whumpee frowned.

"What are you feeling?", Whumper questioned.

"My chest feels tight, and I'm not sure if I'm breathing right. My head also feels weird", Whumpee felt their head, "did something happen?"

"I don't know Whumpee. We are looking into it", Whumper turned to one of the testers.

"Their heart rate has sped up. That explains the tightened chest. I suggest we restore oxygen levels", the tester frowned.

"Lower it to fifty", Whumper turned back to view Whumpee.

"Doc, that... you're going to kill them", another scientist spoke up, "Whumpee is your favorite. We can revisit this test with someone else. Someone we can push past their limits."

"Fifty... we are so close to where I wanted today's test. Take it to fifty. Only for a few minutes."

The scientists lowered the number.

Whumpee looked around as if they were confused.

"I'm getting... really... dizzy", Whumpee tried to hold themself up, "and... tired."

"Doc... heart rate has decreased substantially. Their body is displaying a large level of stress", the scientist warned.

"Restore oxygen to the rat. I want full reports on how their body handled it. Once retrieved from the greenhouse, take them to medical for another full body exam. I want all reports by tomorrow morning."

Whumper turned and watched as Whumpee studied the cameras. They took in Whumpee's heavy breathing.

"The rat does not go back to their cell until I've cleared them", Whumper turned to leave, "they will know nothing of today's test, and what happened to them until I tell them."

Whumpee quickly fell asleep once they were in their recovery room. It had been a long day for them.

Whumper told the nurses to call once Whumpee woke up.

Whumper was beginning to worry when it took so long to hear from anyone.

Whumpee looked up from their meal tray when Whumper walked into their recovery room.

"Man! Did I miss seeing your blue skin?", Whumper smiled as they sat down.

Whumpee nodded as they looked over themself, "I don't know what happened to make it do that though. No one will tell me anything."

"I know why that happened", Whumper sighed, "so I am going to tell you what that test was because I do not plan to use you for it again. It's a test you can do only once because you'll know what to expect now. You will not be allowed to speak with any of the other rats though. You are in solitary so I can protect my test. Am I clear?"

Whumpee nodded.

"The test I just put you through was to see if plants could sustain a human life if oxygen wasn't available. You started to feel a difference when the room was giving you sixty-five percent oxygen. This tells me that the plants can sustain, but not enough. I lowered you to fifty for a few minutes because I wanted to make it to fifty with the test. You started to go unconscious, so we quickly returned the oxygen to you. Your skin was blue because of the test."

Whumpee scowled at Whumper, "I-I... why woukd you have to do that? I-I don't like you now."

"Well, civilization won't like it if the earth were to ever run out of oxygen. So there's that", Whumper leaned back into the chair, "it had to be tested. I wanted you to do the first trial test because you're honest. Plus, I don't really care... what.. you... why haven't you eaten anything?" Whumper frowned at the meal tray, "you need to eat something. You haven't eaten for a long time."

Whumpee quickly wiped their eyes, "I didn't kn-know if I-I was allowed. This looks dif-different from my norm..al food", Whumpee's lips quivered.

Whumper pulled out their computer and looked up Whumpee's account.

"It's safe for you to eat. I cleared your dietary restrictions for the time being. I'm only working on the greenhouse experiment right now. So you don't have a diet. There are no nuts in that either", Whumper grinned as they read over the meal, "they even served you cake."

"Cake?", Whumpee looked up, "I haven't had that in a long time. Is that what this is?"

"Yes. I know you haven't been allowed to have any sugar for a while", Whumper grinned, "am I forgiven now?"

"Can I have a soda? Maybe if I get a soda", Whumpee grinned mischievously.

"Hmm, you're driving a hard bargain", Whumper looked over the notes on Whumpee's test, "but I can't have my favorite lab rat mad at me."

Whumpee's smirk widened.

"Alright, you may have one can of soda. You'll have to wait until tomorrow though. You've already had a lot of sugar with that juice and cake. It's been a long time since you've eaten like this... you could get sick", Whumper closed their computer, "I will deliver it to you tomorrow when I assess you. I would like you to spend the night in here. We will see how you are doing tomorrow. I may clear to go back to your cell if you are alright."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou."

Whumper stood, "alright... am I forgiven for taking away your oxygen for a little while?"

"Yes doc, I'm just glad you gave it back", Whumpee grinned.

"Get to eating. I'll be back tomorrow. Be a good patient for the nurses as well. No soda if you misbehave", Whumper started for the door.

"I'm always a good patient. Just not to you since you do things like take away oxygen", Whumpee giggled, "I can't believe I get to eat cake."

Whumper nodded, "get some rest. You've earned it."

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[buddiebeginz]

I'm really happy that Buck and Tommy are finally over (thank god) but there was so much I didn't like about this episode. Not only does Tommy have a history of racism, homophobia, misogyny, etc but he was simply not a good boyfriend. And like not just not a good boyfriend to Buck (which he was that) but like not a good boyfriend in general. Like look at how he talked about Abby (and I'm no fan of hers).

I know some of the stuff with Tommy was probably due to Lou's terrible acting but some of it was definitely writing choices. I don't get the point of writing a character to be a lackluster love interest at best and dismissive patronizing jerk of a boyfriend at worst if it's not leading somewhere in the story. It just feels like bad writing. A lot of the stuff with Tommy does. It's why I'm still amazed at how much that fandom acts like they're the greatest romance of all time.

There's also all that stuff that happened in 7x04 that I fear is never going to get brought back up again. I mean it might when Buddie goes canon (which I still believe will happen) but it might not just because if Tommy's gone they might not feel the need to address it again. But it was clearly Eddie's attention that Buck wanted in that ep (I wrote a whole thing about it here). You also have the fact that Tommy was showering Eddie was all this attention and gifts and the only time we saw him do anything remotely like that for Buck was in tonight's ep on their anniversary and it was tickets for a game Buck didn't even like so clearly Tommy wasn't that invested.

It's just this show has a habit of Buck staying in these relationships where he's not happy. Not knowing his worth and not speaking up to people who hurt him all so he can feel like he's loved. And I know a lot of that goes back to the stuff he dealt with as a kid but I'm just really sad they did this to him again. I get that Tim probably wanted Buck's first relationship with a guy to end on a positive note but then like I said why write Tommy the way they did since s7? If you take Buck and Tommy's relationship just as it played out on screen then Buck definitely should have been the one to break up with Tommy.

They wouldn't have even needed it to turn into a fight or this bitter angry thing it could have been a matter of Buck realizing that him and Tommy were just too different. That Tommy didn't really get him as a person and that could have been further made clear by having a moment where Buck calls Tommy out on always calling him Evan. I also don't get why they decided to have Tommy call him Buck in the breakup scene but then never address it any other time. Like they never really explained why he only ever called Evan and then didn't explain why he switched it up.

Like I said I'm happy they broke up but I just feel like in some ways I can't enjoy it. In both this ep and 805 there was scenes like at the graveyard where Buck acts like Tommy is this amazing important person in his life and I get that some of that is Buck trying to make his relationship with Tommy into something more than that is. And really connecting his excitement and newness of coming out with Tommy. But it still hurt to see him asking Tommy about moving in when I know Buck deserves so much better. He deserves a partner who will love him and see him for exactly who he is.

Connected to all of this I didn't like the scene with Josh, Maddie, and Buck either. I know some of that was probably the shows way of trying to make us think about Eddie and his coming out in the future but they were also talking about Tommy. Tommy doesn't get a pass for being a misogynist or racist or a homophobe just because he was in the closet. Also whatever happened with him and Abby in the past he was still talking shitty about her when he was on the date with Buck (in present day) so clearly his attitudes towards women haven't changed.

I like a lot about Josh as a character and he doesn't even know Tommy or about his past so I feel like he was just trying to educate Buck on some queer history. I don't entirely blame him for that speech he gave. I do blame Tim and the writers though. If they wanted Tommy to be seen as a guy who made mistakes in the past and had grown they should have put the work in to show him as such. The couldn't be bothered to do that even in his relationship with Buck. Truly hoping this is the last we'll see of him and also that not much time is spent having Buck mourn that awful relationship.

[beef-brisket]

Emily cringed: Yeah, fair enough... well, let me know if you need a hand. I'll get started on some dinner.

Adam smiled at his sister. Once she left, he could finally breathe. He enjoyed the silence. And the air smelled normal. Not musty like old wood.

Thankfully, Adam didn't actually feel sore. He thought giving birth leaves you in pain for weeks after. But he felt fine. Like it never happened.

He ran his hands over his body. Nothing had really changed. He thankfully didn't have tits. Well, bigger tits- pecks. His hips were slightly wider, but nothing his usual baggy shirts wont fix.

The only thing that sucks is his dick being gone, which hurts Adam's soul as much as he thought it would. He's devastated. Maybe he can beat that short creep up, make him bring his dick back. Then Adam will kick him in the dick for BEING a dick.

Yeah. That's a good plan. Lots of dicks involved. Just how Adam likes it.

But Adam will focus on payback after doing a few paragraphs of his essay.

Nearly an hour later, Emily walks in with some food, he almost didn't realize because of how in the zone he was.

Emily: ...Addy?

Adam: mm?

Emily: Food.

Adam perked up and looked over at his sister. He eyed what seemed to be pasta.

Adam: Fuck yeah. Thanks sis.

She hands it to him, and he starts eating while reading over what he typed.

Emily: You've done a lot... how is it coming?

Adam: Just have two more bullshit paragraphs- then the conclusion.

Emily: Wow. I didn't think you'd be done so quick.

Adam: I did do some before we left, the car ride here AND the first night here. I know I look like a loser stoner, but I'm not. Sometimes~.

Emily sighs: Mom wants you off the weed, Adam.

Adam: Don't rat me out, man... hey, uh. Can you not tell her what happened? She already worries about me too much, and this will make her chain me up in the basement and never see light again.

Emily: I mean- you are always getting into trouble.

Adam: No, I'm not!

Emily: ...you got kidnapped by a dead witch that YOU woke up.

Adam: Okay, fair. But I didn't know that bullshit would work! It's a fucking candle! Any cunt could have lit it.

Emily: And unfortunately that cunt was my brother. We told you not to.

Adam: ...I'm a cunt. What can I say?

Emily: Just. Eat your pasta and finish your report then shower. You look like you've just been kidnapped by witch and put through a whole day of trauma.

Adam: Ha! Bitch, you don't know the half of it. And I'm not traumatized. I'm fine! I'm ready to go back and kick his little ass!

Emily: Don't you fucking dare. We talked about this. Tomorrow, we're going home.

Adam: Yeah, yeah, I was joking. I'll spend the next five years beefing up, THEN I'll go back and kick his ass!

Emily: ...make that ten years.

Adam: Rude!

Emily laughed and left Adam to it.

Oh, he was going back all right. Maybe not tomorrow or next week. But he will be back, and he'll fuck that dude up. Assuming he hasn't been burned alive again. Stupid bastard.

Adam looks down. He can't help but wonder about the baby. Charlotte. She seemed to be crying when she was born, Adam wasn't really focused on her at the time. But he hopes she's okay. This crazy shit wasn't her fault.

Hopefully, she's a better person than him.

Charlie: Say it.

Lucifer: eh...

Charlie: Dad. Say it.

Lucifer: I-Immm. I'm s... sssss...

Charlie: Say. It.

Lucifer: ssssssooo... sssssooorrrr... charlie! This is hard!

Charlie: DAD!

Lucifer: Agh! Fine! I'm sorry for kidnapping you-eventhoughyoulitthecandle- forcing you to be pregnant with my hundreds of years old daughter, forcing that pregnancy to happen in a day, forcing you to stay in one birthing position, not cleaning you up afterwards, taking your bodily autonomy away AND forcing you to marry me. I'm sorry... A... Aa... Aaron.

Charlie: Adam!

Lucifer: Adam! I'm sorry, Adam!

Charlie: Very good.

Lucifer: Fantastic! Can you tell me where he is, now?

Charlie: No... you've lessened his pull to us, right?

Lucifer: Yes, I have.

Charlie: Then he'll come when he's ready. No more forcing. He'll come to us eventually. But when is not your concern. Until we see him, you need to learn some basic human skills. I have a lot to catch up on to! But this will be a great time to learn! So, again! From the top!

Lucifer: AGGGHHHHHI wish I was dead!

Charlie: Well, you're not. AGAIN!

Lucifer: I'm sorry, Anthony.

Charlie: Adam!

Lucifer: Adam!

I know that Halloween is over but I still gotta talk about this Hocus Pocus au I thought up

(Human) Adam just moved to Salem, the witch capital of the U.S and the whole town is telling ghost stories of Lucifer Morningstar, the famous male witch who swore he’d be back to take revenge on the townspeople before he was hung by the neck until dead.

Adam thinks this is a crock of shit, so he and his new friend Lute and his sister Emily sneak into Lucifer’s house (which has since been turned into a small museum) legend tells that Lucifer can only return if a virgin lights the black flame candle and Adam is being less than honest about his sexual exploits to his new friend.

As a joke to freak them both out he lights the candle. Unfortunately for him, it works and the witch appears in a violent gust of wind

That’s all I got but I just like the idea of Adam trying to escape from witch Lucifer

MY DUDE I LOVE THIS!!! @fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

And I'm going to have him and Lute be like freshmen in college so Adams like 19-20 and Emily is like say a senior in high school her and Adam are a year apart.

And yes they had Emily out trick or treating because she's short en to get away with it and said "teenagers are allowed candy too".

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Lute: Adam come on this isn't funny, the curse is real.

Adam: It's not real because witches and magic aren't real. The trails were just so they could hang a bunch of people who didn't agree with their beliefs.

They looked around the museum house and at night it's creepy especially being in the woods. Emily turned on a light so they could see.

Emily: Can we go?

Adam: No look at all this cool stuff! And that book? Says it's bound in real human flesh...... Gross.

Lute watched as Adam went over to the black candle.

Lute: Don't light that! If a virgin lights the candle it's said that Lucifer Morningstar will come back from the dead.

Adam burst out laughing: Good thing I'm not a virgin then.

Emily raised a brow: You only dated Eve for like a week.

Adam: You can have sex in a week!

The truth was they only made out a little bit and then her folks didn't want her having a boyfriend until after she graduated from high school.

So yes, Adam is a virgin. But his fucking sister doesn't need to know that!

He pulled out his lighter and smirked, curses and magic what a load of shit.

Lute: Adam no!

Adam lit the candle: See, nothing to-.....

The house started to violently shake, the floorboards glowed underneath and a laughter could be heard.

Lute: The fuck!?

Emily glared at Adam: A virgin lit the candle.

Adam: W-what!? It's okay! I'll just blow it out!

He blew out the candle but the flame came back.

Lute and Emily's eyes went wide when they saw a man that matches Lucifer's picture come out from the back room.

Lucifer: And who do I owe the pleasure to? Hmm? Oh, you.~

Adam turned around and jumped, what the fuck!?

Lute: We should go.

Adam: Good idea.

They all turn to run out the door, Emily and Lute make it out but the door slams in Adams face locking him in.

Adam: Fuck!

Emily bangs on the door: Adam!!

Adam tried pulling on the door but it was no use. Chills crept up his spine when a low laugh echoed in the room. He turned to see Lucifer standing there with his book now in hand.

Lucifer: Oh, you weren't leaving already were you?~

[emmawithtwoms]

The Quidditch locker room

@wolfstarmicrofic day 7

The Gryffindor quidditch training had finished, and the whole team was taking their well deserved showers while playing, joking and having some classic locker room talk. 

It was (unsurprisingly, if you ask Sirius) James who started on the Significant Others topic, much with his teammates dismay: “I am just saying,” kept on James with his superior tone, while flapping his hands around (like a maniac, if you ask Sirius) “That Lily Evans is NOT ONLY the brightest witch of all of Hogwarts, but also the prettiest, funniest and overall just the best!” 

Everyone in the locker room rolled their eyes, used to their capitan’s antics.

“Sure Cap, whatever you say…” said an exasperated Fabian while ruffling a towel over his hair.

“You are all just jealous because your partners are not as amazing as mine!”

“If that's any consolation James, I totally agree.”

“Thank you, McKinnon” the captain was relieved to finally find someone to agree with him

“In fact, I would gladly snog your girlfriend, if the occasion ever rises, seeing how beautiful she is.” 

“Hey!! Snog your own girlfriend, you thief!”

“I will, gladly, as soon as I get out of here, bye bye Cap!”

“Oi, MCKINNON, IT’S YOUR TURN TO CLEAN THE SHOWERS and she’s off…”

Sirius couldn’t contain his laughter anymore: “Honestly Prongs, you’re so smitten with Evans, you’re embarrassing.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk, padfoot? Seriously?" 

“Well, I’m always...”

 “Don’t!!” everyone shouted in unison, making Sirius roll his eyes. 

“What I was about to say, before being so rudely interrupted, is that I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Sirius turned his back and kept fixing his hair

“Ooooh really, so you wouldn’t know anything about moongazing at night, talking to the Moon, and waxing poetic about a certain Moony, who is so amazing, sweet, kind and…”

“STOP IT, YOU TRAITOR!!” Sirius shouted, jumping on James and tackling him into the ground. 

“Ooohhhh who knew it, our Sirius Black has a soft spot for his boyfriend” Laughed Gideon with his brother, while the rest of the team snickered. 

“Oh fuck off guys” said Sirius, still on top of James 

“I’m not soft, I’m considerate, thank you very much.” 

“Yeah, considerate, is that what you call when you quite literally melt at the sight of Moony drinking tea in the common room? Or Bribing the elves so that he could have fresh sheets in his bed EVERY DAY, or making sure that his chocolate drawing is always full, or…”

“OKAY, OKAY I GET IT, SHUT UP YOU FOUL BACKSTABBER” Still on top of him, Padfoot kept wrestling with James, surrounded by his teammates laughter. 

“Who’s a foul backstabber?” Suddenly Remus appeared at the Locker room’s door, looking quite taken aback by the scene unraveling in front of him. 

“Prongs is! Moony, let’s go, they don’t deserve my company, unlike you.” 

Sirius, at the sight of his boyfriend, jumped off his capitan and rushed to gather the rest of his things, taking his partner’s hand while strolling away. 

“Moony, your hand is too cold! Here, let me warm them up for you” Sirius’ voice slowly faded in the background. 

“See? Soft.” 

“James, get up from the floor.”

[rarecarebears]

“Ew! Gross!”

Buck pulls back from Chris’ embrace with a mock glare on his brow.

“I just showered—”

But Chis has already spun around to face him.

“Dad, if you and Buck are going to keep being the worst secret-keepers ever, the least you can do is not give him hickies where the whole entire world can see!”

Eddie can’t stop his jaw from dropping as Chris brushes past him and back out the door, slamming it shut behind him leaving Eddie in a cloud of dust.

He sputters uselessly and turns to face Buck who looks indignant.

“Who the hell taught him about hickies?! Is he old enough to know about that stuff?”

“Buck—” Eddie tries weakly.

Buck runs out into the living room suddenly, leaving Eddie to croak after him. He rounds the corner to find Buck furiously typing away on his phone.

“Hang on, I’m texting the group chat.”

Eddie stumbles over in a trance to peak at Buck’s screen.

UM GUSYS HANG ON CHRIS KNWOS ABT ME AND EDDDUES GUSYS HELSP!!!!!

Eddie backs away to lean against the couch while taking deep steadying breaths. This was supposed to be a nice morning.

Buck makes a noise of disgust and glares down at his phone.

“Hen just sent three eye-rolling emojis… Bobby sent L-O-L? What the fu—”

Eddie thinks his ears are actually ringing… no wait that’s just Buck’s phone.

“Hang on, Chim’s calling! Uh, h-hello? Y-yeah, Chim. I’m with him now. Uh, okay, sure thing, hang on.”

Buck switches to speaker phone with concentration written all over his face.

“Go ahead, Chim.”

Except Chim doesn’t say anything. He just starts laughing. He’s laughing. He’s laughing at them like a hyena. Jesus, he must have the phone right up to his mouth—

Buck clicks on him mid-cackle.

“Unbelievable,” he grumbles under his breath.

He stalks away back towards the bedroom all while yelling.

“I swear to god, if he’s the reason Christopher knows about hickies, I’m going to strangle him!”

Eddie would agree except he’s too busy realizing that he and Buck truly are the worst secret-keepers to ever live. Buck���s wearing his LAFD shirt, and the only reason he knows it’s his is because it fits him too snugly around the arms. He wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise because it’s backwards. Meaning the DIAZ is proudly emblazoned across Buck’s chest.

“Oh, godammit!”

And Buck definitely just caught himself in the mirror.

Worst secret-keepers ever.

[logosbot-tm-fics]

Hellooooooo Grumbo Nation! I wrote a fanfic based on "I'm all the friend that you need." You can either read it here or over on ao3, fic below the cut!

Satisfaction Feels Like A Distant Memory

Mumbo had never really been the jealous type. He had never been bothered by his friends having other friends, and he'd never felt as if he needed attention.

If that was because he didn't think he deserved the attention, or if it was because he'd never viewed himself as all that important, didn't matter. He just had never needed attention.

And then he got to know Grian, and suddenly, he got flooded with attention and appreciation. As if he was incredibly important. As if the world revolved around him.

It had made his chest warm, something comforting and cozy making its home within his heart.

The hermits had always cared for him, and they'd always supported him, but this? This was different.

As if he'd found something to make his soul whole, even though it had never been broken.

And Grian kept giving him attention. Kept showing up to talk to him. Kept telling him that he loved him. Kept making things about Mumbo. Even when they didn't need to be at all.

Mumbo never fully knew what to do in return, but Grian also never asked for anything. He just seemed to be completely content with showering Mumbo with affection, even if the other Hermit ended up a blushing awkward mess, Grian didn't seem to mind.

At least Mumbo was convinced he hadn't minded.

He might've been wrong.

He'd first noticed it on the Hermitcraft server.

After he'd been away for a while, taking a much needed break, he'd returned. Grian had behaved the way he normally did, and Mumbo let his mind relax when he realized that nothing had really changed.

Their relationship was the way it always had been, and Mumbo assumed it would continue to be.

Then things changed. Little by little. Slowly, Grian became less affectionate, slowly he began prioritizing other people, and slowly they saw each other less and less.

Mumbo had never been a jealous person, but now the jealousy was brewing in his stomach, filling his head with a dripping black poison. He hadn't been a jealous person, but now he was.

And as time passed, it started to make Mumbo really, really annoyed.

First, he just tried to get Grian's attention, in Secret Life he tried to talk to him as often as he could. Something that was made easier by the fact that Grian would occasionally show up to check out his base.

But before Mumbo could ask Grian if he'd like to join the mounders, Grian had suddenly joined Cleo and Etho instead.

Mumbo almost broke his pickaxe in two when he found out.

Then Mumbo had ended up as his butler for the session. Mumbo hoped it would mean that they'd get an opportunity to hang out more. Due to the nature of the game, and due to Grian being the way he was, Grian had still managed to stay away.

Eventually Mumbo made one small mistake, and was out of the series before he even fully processed what happened.

A small part of him was quite pleased with how horrified Grian had sounded when Mumbo drowned in the lava.

Despite how close they previously had been, and despite the fact Grian and Mumbo were now on a team in Wild Life, Mumbo's jealousy just got worse.

One session– it turned into pure paranoia– and he was certain that Grian would leave him and Skizz.

He ended up accusing Grian of lying to the and of going behind their backs. Yet, it turned out that that was all in Mumbo's head. Grian hadn't betrayed them, he hadn't started some secret project on his own. He had in reality just done what he'd said.

Which did calm Mumbo's paranoia, but not the jealousy. Yes, now he was sure that Grian would suddenly leave, but he still didn't like it when Grian talked to other people.

It ticked him off, and it ticked him off a lot.

Inevitably the jealousy brewed over when Grian got stuck talking to a group of people.

"Sorry that I have other friends, Mumbo!" Grian yelled, and the poison flooded into Mumbo's veins. It made his body fill with an ugly emotion, one that ended up settling in his chest. An urge to keep Grian away from everyone else. An urge to keep Grian to himself.

"I don't like that." He said through gritted teeth, following Grian as he kept walking. Not even looking back at Mumbo to see if he was following.

And he didn't like it.

Wasn't he enough? Wasn't Mumbo enough for Grian? He certainly used to be, so why wasn't he anymore? He was supposed to be all the friend Grian needed, when had that changed?

"I don't like that one bit. I'm all the friend you need." Mumbo said finally, and he pretended to not notice the glance Grian gave him. He couldn't be bothered to figure out what it meant.

He just wanted Grian to himself.

Somehow, that meant that for the rest of the session, Mumbo kept telling Grian that should just kick Skizz off the team.

He wanted it to just be the two of them. Alone. Only them.

When the snails finally disappeared, the horror of the week over, Mumbo found himself sitting awake in the middle of the night, Grian and Skizz sleeping soundly nearby.

He wasn't supposed to be up. Sure, there were reds on the server, but there was no need to keep watch. The end of each week was always peaceful as if to give the players a moment to charge up a bit, or to maybe lull them into a false sense of safety before hell broke out again.

Despite the peaceful night, Mumbo couldn't sleep. He was stuck staring at the starry night outside, the moon almost glowing like a lamp.

He couldn't stop thinking. No matter what he tried, his mind didn't shut off.

He couldn't stop thinking about how badly he wanted to have all of Grian's attention. How badly he wanted things to return to the way it always had been.

That ugly jealousy had now made its home in Mumbo, replacing the warm fuzzy feeling he had felt in the past.

Where had he misstepped? He'd behaved the way he normally did, and yet Grian's attention had shifted to other things.

No wonder he'd snapped earlier that week. He just wanted to return to being the center of Grian's universe.

He glanced over at the sleeping Grian. He was lying between Mumbo and Skizz, slightly closer to Mumbo. He looked younger when he was asleep, less stressed and significantly more relaxed. As if his worries all vanished when he fell asleep.

Mumbo couldn't stop staring. He wanted to pull him into his arms and run his fingers through the soft looking hair.

Grian must've noticed that Mumbo was staring, and sleepily opened his eyes. He sat up and stretched a bit, his shirt riding up just a tiny bit, revealing the skin of his stomach.

Mumbo quickly looked away, trying to cover up how much he'd been staring. Not that Grian hadn't already noticed. He definitely had, but Mumbo didn't want to acknowledge that, and instead just looked at the sky outside.

He heard Grian yawn, followed by the noise of him shuffling closer. “Can't sleep?” Grian asked, now sitting right next to Mumbo.

Mumbo shook his head in response. “No.” He replied, truthfully. He had tried to, but quickly gave up when his thoughts became too loud.

“That's alright. This session was rather stressful, even for me.” Grian said, and leaned his head against Mumbo's shoulder.

Mumbo suddenly became very aware of how loudly his own heart was beating, how he wanted to melt into Grian's touch. Just having Grian close felt reliving, the jealousy fading a bit. “That's not…that's not why I'm awake.” Mumbo confessed silently.

“It isn't?” Grian asked, his arm wrapping around Mumbo's, their hands becoming intertwined.

Mumbo looked at him, and now he could clearly see what he'd ignored earlier. Concern. Grian's eyes were filled with worry and concern, something he rarely showed. It was the same thing that had shown on his face when he had glanced at Mumbo. “No.” Mumbo replied, letting himself take in the view of Grian's face. He looked rather adorable in his sleepy state, and he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty that he had made the other concerned. “My thoughts are just a tad bit too loud, I fear.” He sighed.

Grian's brows furrowed. “I can give you some space if you'd like, if that would help.”

Before he could stop himself, Mumbo's hold on Grian's hand got stronger, as he was now gripping onto it instead. He didn’t want him to leave him alone. He wanted him there. Right next to him. He wanted him to remain close. “Please don't.” He whispered, voice cracking slightly at the fragility of the words. “Could you stay?”

And in a brief second, relief took the place of the concern in Grian's expression, his eyes softening. He smiled slightly at Mumbo. “Of course.”

He spoke with the same reverence his voice had had in the past. The same softness. The same care.

Mumbo had to actively fight against himself to not wrap his arms around him, to not hold onto him in the way a snake holds onto its prey. “Thank you.” He replied instead.

Grian let go of Mumbo's hand, and instead laid down again, this time with his head in Mumbo's lap.

Almost as soon as he'd laid down, Mumbo's hand began to card his fingers through Grian's hair. It was just as soft as it appeared.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Grian asked, looking up at Mumbo.

Mumbo shook his head. “I'd rather not.” He replied. “Not tonight at least.”

Grian yawned, obviously still tired, and nodded. “Alright. You can tell me whenever you feel like it, I'm here for you if you need me.”

Mumbo's chest filled with the warmth it had lacked for so many months, the very same fuzzy feeling he was almost sure had been completely replaced by jealousy.

He suddenly found himself smiling softly at Grian, feeling a fondness that was almost overwhelming. “Thanks, bud.”

Grian chuckled. “Anytime.”

The cave turned quiet again, as Mumbo kept playing with Grian's hair. Soon enough, Grian's quiet snores filled the silence, falling asleep with his head in Mumbo's lap.

Despite the beautiful view of the sky outside, Mumbo couldn't look away from Grian.

He wanted nothing more than to just continue looking at him.

And as he sat there, he slowly realized that it wasn't just that he wanted to be the center of Grian's universe. He wanted more. He wanted to wake up next to him, wanted to hold his hand and follow him to the end of the universe.

He hadn't realized it before, but his world revolved around Grian. To Mumbo, Grian was the center. The sun around which the planets orbited around. Mumbo the moon, constantly trying to soak up any of the sunshine that Grian would give him.

He loved him. That's what the fuzzy feeling was. That's why he'd been so jealous.

He sat in silence, wondering if Grian felt the same. If that's why Grian had behaved the way he did in the past, and if he'd given up when Mumbo didn't seem to reciprocate.

How foolish of Mumbo. If he'd just played along a bit more, if he had given Grian just a bit more attention, maybe he wouldn't be feeling the jealousy he felt.

Maybe they'd be together.

But he didn't want to ask Grian now. It felt rude to wake him up, when he had fallen asleep again. He wanted to know though. He wanted to know if he was right.

Sighing, Mumbo carefully placed Grian on the ground, and laid down next to him, deciding to try to fall asleep again.

And maybe Grian hadn't been sleeping so deeply, because he opened his eyes again, though this time, he appeared significantly less awake than earlier.

Mumbo froze, unsure of what to do.

Then Grian sighed, and stretched out an arm, gesturing for him to move closer. “Come on, get over here.” He said.

And Mumbo did.

Grian immediately pressed himself closer to Mumbo, as Mumbo carefully wrapped his arms around him. “Maybe you're right, you know?” Grian whispered.

“What do you mean?” Mumbo asked, as he felt himself become tired.

Grian smiled at him, slightly mischievously. “Maybe you are all the friend that I need.” He said, sounding very pleased.

“I-” Mumbo didn't get a chance to reply though, as Grian quickly fell back asleep.

Eventually Mumbo fell asleep too, and for the first time in a long while, he slept very well.

[kaurwreck]

Paradoxes Nothing in the world is as soft, as weak, as water; nothing else can wear away the hard, the strong, and remain unaltered. Soft overcomes hard, weak overcomes strong. Everybody knows it, nobody uses the knowledge. So the wise say: By bearing common defilements you become a sacrificer at the altar of earth; by bearing common evils you become a lord of the world. Right words sound wrong. [Ch. 78 of Tao Te Ching, ascribed to Lao Tzu; English version by Ursual K. Le Guin]

I'm water like how raging rivers are water, so I also find solace and praxis in Ch. 63 (excerpted from the same English version as above):

Consider Beginnings Do without doing. Act without action. Savor the flavorless. Treat the small as large, the few as many. Meet injury with the power of goodness. Study the hard while it's easy. Do big things while they're small. The hardest jobs in the world start out easy, the great affairs of the world start small. So the wise soul, by never dealing with great things, gets great things done. Now, since taking things too lightly makes them worthless, and taking things too easy makes them hard, the wise soul, by treating the easy as hard, doesn't find anything hard.

I'd recommend the entire Tao Te Ching, actually, for self cultivating mettle, but if nothing else, the above is presently, as ever, salient.

If you'd like something more literally applicable, however —

Living With Change When the government's dull and confused, the people are placid. When the government's sharp and keen, the people are discontented. Alas! misery lies under happiness, and happiness sits on misery, alas! Who knows where it will end? Nothing is certain. The normal changes into the monstrous, the fortunate into the unfortunate, and our bewilderment goes on and on. And so the wise shape without cutting, square without sawing, true without forcing. They are the light that does not shine.

(In other words, according to Ursula K. Le Guin's footnote to the above Ch. 58, Taoists gain their ends without the use of means.)

I won't promise it'll be okay, regardless of what happens over the next few days, but I can promise the outcome is navigable.

[thedevildeer]

Doesn't anyone think that JW could be abused in prison? I mean, including sexual abuse? His 10 years in prison are only summarized in 1 episode, there are too many gaps that can be exploited during this time.

In the first scene where he was abused, that guy patted his cheek and forced him to pick up rice from the ground to eat. And JW, scared and rigid, did as he said. In another scene, he had to hide in the bathroom, hug his knees, curl up like a child, and beg as he was dragged out. Another scene after he bites off that guy's ear, they fight in the bathroom, JW is kicking one guy while being held behind by another guy. I mean, they attacked JW while he was taking a shower. I don't remember much, but it seemed like quite a while until JW's father passed away. The physical and mental torment must have caused him to cut his wrists afterward (he even smiled a little before falling down T_T). JW was bullied for a long time until he got desperate, went crazy and fought back.

One of my personalities likes to see my baby being soothed, comforted, held in my arms. And my other personality wants to see him tortured, abused, and hurt. I feel like an evil stepmother *cough*

Hey anon 👋🏻

Thanks for dropping by 🤍

Well From what I understand, most of us in the fandom believe that Jeongwoo likely faced SA while in prison.

Considering how the other inmates targeted him, it seems possible that things went further.

He was a defenseless 19 year old, convicted of killing two high school girls and not cooperating with the police, which probably made him seem as an arrogant, heartless murderer in their eyes that acts all innocent.

From what I know about prison dynamics from the true crime documents I’ve read my whole life, men who are imprisoned often act superior to those convicted of crimes they consider worse, like murder, even if they themselves have committed serious offenses.

Imagining how difficult it must have been for Jeongwoo to endure this before attempting suicide is heartbreaking. We saw the signs; his trembling hands, the fearful look in his eyes, and his battered face during Nagyeom’s visits.

He would try to hide from those men, but they always managed to find him alone, attacking him while he begged them to stop.

His innocence always hits me hard when I watch the first episode, but it’s also compelling to consider what he might have gone through in that place.

At this point we’re all some psychos gathered together to torture Jeongwoo and then hold him close to comfort our beloved boy haha!

Oh well someone shoot me to stop my rambling :)

Thanks again for stopping by anon, have a nice day/night 🤍🤍

[pollymorgan]

Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 6

Warnings: Of course, there's still a big age difference and Negan is an asshole.

My night was short. Damn short. It wasn’t planned that I would sneak back into my hotel room at dawn. But things turned out that way, and it was worth every moment.

I probably just had the hottest night of my life. We made the most of finally sharing a bed again after months of only having desks, benches, or random gym equipment. Oh man, how many times did I come home on Monday after "gym class" with bruises because Negan accidentally pushed me against some bar or edge! But this night was simply heavenly. I can’t stop thinking about it. But now that I’m arriving at my room, I feel a bit queasy in my stomach. What if Layla isn’t asleep anymore? It’s not easy to find an excuse for being in your pajamas in the hotel hallway at 4 a.m.

As quietly as possible, I open the door, and it’s literally a weight off my shoulders when I see her sleeping peacefully. Phew, lucky me! I tiptoe to the bed and carefully climb in.

“What time is it?” a very sleepy voice asks, startling me for a moment.

“Way too early... let’s go back to sleep...” I whisper as softly as possible, but my answer isn’t needed anymore. I hear her snore lightly again.

When I wake up, it’s already bright in the room, and Layla is standing in front of me, dressed and brushing her long wet hair.

“Wow, good morning sleepyhead, finally awake? We didn’t even go to bed that late yesterday...”

A bit disoriented, I look around, and immediately, rather steamy images from last night flood my mind, quickening my pulse.

“Ah, I don’t know... must have been pretty exhausted!” I lie, stretching my limbs. Then I slowly push my blanket aside and head to the bathroom. With each step, I can still clearly feel that bittersweet ache in my core. Negan promised me last night that I’d hardly be able to walk afterward, and he was right, I think, not able to suppress a grin.

After I’ve showered and brushed my teeth, I put on a gray jogging suit and head to the breakfast room with Layla, who’s already waiting impatiently for me.

When we arrive, of course, we are the last ones. The room is already filled with the clattering of dishes and loud conversations.

I grab some food from the buffet and sit down with a few guys at a table, who are already signaling with hand gestures for me to join them.

As I approach the table, I notice they seem to be having a great time over something. I take a seat and curiously ask, “What’s so funny? I want to laugh too...”

Liam speaks up, "Oh, those two have the room right next to Mister Smith's, and apparently, things got pretty hot last night..."

Once again, they can hardly contain their laughter. My expression freezes, and I can barely get a word out from shock as I quickly try to collect myself.

"What, him? He probably just had his porno turned up too loud!" I try to respond as coolly as possible, noticing my cheeks starting to flush.

One of the guys wipes away tears from his eyes that have formed from all the laughter. "No, believe me, Sam, that was live. We could almost hear everything! Mister Smith seems to really know what he's doing... Now we've been speculating for a while about who the lucky one was..."

"Hmm... maybe it was the receptionist... you know, the one with the gray floral blouse? She looked like she might have a few tricks up her sleeve..." I say, hoping they don’t notice how hard my heart is racing in my chest.

My suggestion sends the guys into another round of laughter. It really seems like they have no idea who was actually in his room. Lucky me again.

- A month later -

My friendship with Layla, Liam, and a few others from the football team continues to grow stronger. These days, I spend not only my training time with them but also all my free time.

Of course, I can tell that Liam has a huge crush on me, and I can’t help but wonder what the whole situation would look like if I didn’t have Negan. But my feelings for him are far too strong, even though I know that there’s no future for us. But sometimes, reason simply has no say, like in this case.

Today is Wednesday again, which means it's training time, and it's becoming clearer and clearer that Liam truly has incredible talent. He is by far the strongest player on the team, and I have a blast cheering him on.

My girls and I have already finished practicing our choreography, so we have a few minutes left to watch the guys. Okay, my gaze is mostly on the coach. I love it when Negan wears his sports gear, focuses on observing the players, and yells out instructions. I could watch him for hours. Involuntarily, I bite my lower lip as my thoughts drift away. Only the sound of his whistle brings me back to the here and now.

"Alright, guys, that's it... training is over for today!" Negan announces, and at that moment, Liam joyfully runs up to me and sweeps me off my feet, spinning me around in a circle. I can’t react quickly enough and let out a startled laugh.

“And how was I?” he asks beaming with joy.

“Just as amazing as always!” I reply as he sets me back down on the ground.

“Don’t you think I deserve a kiss?” he says, holding out his sweaty cheek.

Without hesitation, I intend to give him a kiss, but at the last moment, he turns his head toward me, so my lips land directly on his mouth.

Startled, I pull back. “Hey, that’s not what we wagered...” I say, shoving him hard on the shoulders, which only earns him a cheeky grin.

After we change, we all say goodbye to each other extensively at the sports field and make plans for our next meeting over the weekend. While some are still smoking a cigarette, I take a quick glance at my phone.

A new text from “Mister N.”

I turn slightly to the side and open it immediately. “You better wait for me, we need to talk!!!”

He never has time for me after training, probably because his wife is always waiting for him at home with a cooked meal. That makes his text all the more strange to me.

I automatically start playing with the necklace around my neck that Negan gave me, which I have worn ever since.

Layla throws her cigarette on the ground and stamps it out. After she blows out her last puff of smoke, she reaches out her hand and asks, “Are you coming?”

She drives me home every time after training, and we always have an incredible time going over everything in detail.

“Oh no, um, just leave it... I think I’m getting a headache. Maybe I should just walk home today, it’s not far, and it would probably do me good...,” I stutter.

She looks at me in disbelief. “At this time? Nonsense! Take a pill, and that’s that...”

"No, really... it would be better..." I try to justify myself. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder and hear a very familiar voice behind me.

“I can drive Samantha... it's right on my way..."

Shocked, I turn around and look directly into Negan's face. He is freshly showered, his hair neatly slicked back. He has his sports bag slung over his shoulder and is now wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and a green t-shirt.

“You?!“ Layla asks, surprised, while I feel the questioning looks from everyone else standing around us.

Negan begins to grin, “Why not? Do I look like a damn serial killer?”

I shrug, “Well, if it's on the way... I mean...”

Negan just turns around and walks ahead. “Well, make up your mind, girl; I don't have all day..." he calls back.

Somewhat skeptically, I look around and then say, “So, I’ll see you guys at the latest on the weekend...”

After a quick goodbye from everyone, I hurriedly follow him, still hearing quite loud murmurs among my friends. They only think he’s driving me home, they have no idea, I try to convince myself.

Negan walks silently in front of me, and I have a hard time keeping up without having to run. As soon as he gets in his car, he starts the engine, and I barely manage to take a seat in the passenger side before he drives off.

"And now?" I ask him somewhat nervously, as I can’t gauge the situation at all.

Negan stares straight ahead at the road and says unfazed, “Now I drive you home!”

I buckle my seatbelt and also avert my gaze from him. “You wanted me to wait for you. Why?”

A jolt goes through me as Negan abruptly slams on the brakes at a red light. Then he looks directly at me, “Is he fucking you?”

I stare at him in disbelief, “Excuse me? Who do you mean?”

"Oh come on, don't play dumb, it doesn’t suit you!" Negan replies as he accelerates way too fast again.

I continue to stare at him in confusion because I truly can’t find words to describe the entire situation.

“That greasy guy, Liam... are you two sleeping together?” Negan asks, clearly irritated.

I slowly begin to get angry, and a big lump forms in my throat. What right does he have to be upset with me?

"And if so, what then? I didn’t know we’ve sworn loyalty to each other. I mean, after all, you're married too!" I blurt out provocatively, crossing my arms defiantly over my chest.

Suddenly, there’s such a silence in the car that it feels worse to me than any harsh word or false accusation.

I don’t want to argue with him, especially not over something like this. That's why I'm rowing back with my answer. 'But it's not like that, nothing is going on between Liam and me, really...' I add quietly.

'Leave my wife out of this...' he murmurs almost inaudibly.

For a while, I study his profile and then, feeling a bit shy, I place my hand on his thigh. My fingers slowly trace up and down his jeans as I observe every little reaction on his face. He tries to hide it, but I know him pretty well by now. He starts shifting a bit in his seat, which makes me smile.

'I only want you...' I whisper softly, leaning a little closer to him as far as my seatbelt allows.

He glances at me for a brief moment, and our eyes meet for a few seconds. But that little eye contact is enough to make my whole lower body start tingling like crazy.

'Then show me... show me how much you want me...' he challenges me, and I don’t have to think about it for long.

[itwdoris]

can you do megumi x possessed girl/ghost girl, with piss, pleaaase 😭😭😭😪

fushiguro megumi x afab reader.

author notes; all characters are aged up, reader is mute and a ghost.

tw; piss drinking, mentions of jerking, a bit of sex, non-con if you squint. not revised.

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megumi had just moved into new place, it wasn't that fancy, but it was comfortable for him, and little by little it became his way. despite a few problems, perhaps a little unique, he could say.

he wasn't the type to believe in ghosts or anything like that, but in fact something seemed strange when he was at home, feeling watched all the time, swearing he felt a weight against him at night or when he dozed off on the sofa.

not to mention that every time he goes to the bathroom to pee, something seems to wrap around his cock. he's not going crazy.

he decided to have a look on the internet just out of curiosity, still unconvinced, maybe to find some way to exorcize it, and he saw some pages that seemed quite silly, some that seemed a little more macabre. there was even one that claimed to manifest the hidden spirit with a simple word, he just read it, obviously he wouldn't speak.

or maybe yes, because he accidentally said the difficult word just to make sure his brain read it correctly in his mind, or something like that.

pop!

there was no sound, but there was a beautiful ghost right next to him, looking at the computer screen with curious eyes.

megumi turned in his chair, eyes widening as he noticed it, he would have screamed if his first reaction hadn't been to slide backwards with the chair and look for something to protect himself with, or to throw at you.

you looked at him startled, a little confused until you felt a pen hit your bare feet, just to check something it seems. but in spite of everything, he didn't seem to be so risky, nor did he treat you badly.

"...are you a... ghost?" he asked, still from a safe distance, seeing you nodding positively.

shit.

and that's how you met! apart from a little questioning session he did after a few hours of analysis, asking at least twice if you could move out of his house and getting frustrated twice when you said no with your head.

megumi tried to ignore it for the first few days, still researching about exorcisms, because if a silly word had had an effect, a whole sentence would work miracles. well, you weren't so bad, but he didn't want to live with a ghost.

but that wasn't quite the case, because despite everything he tried, nothing worked.

so inevitably, he ended up having to live with you for quite a while. and in the meantime he learned a few things, even got to know you a little better, as you were watching him almost all the time, he didn't even know what it was like to be alone anymore, since locking doors wasn't enough.

he learn that you liked to watch him, especially in the kitchen when he put his hair back and went to cook something, you were always watching, even when it was oil and even he wasn't that close. eyes on him.

or when he was taking a shower, even though the first few times he told you to get out of the bathroom, later he got used to it. getting used to having to turn around in the corner to wash his dick, because looking at that wall was easier than facing you.

you also always waited for him to sleep so that you could cuddle up next to him, sometimes lying on his chest. that same weight he felt before.

and also that you didn't speak because you couldn't, and not because you could only speak boo~ or something.

over time, megumi became more accustomed to your presence right there by his side, even interacting more with you, learning sign language and teaching you it, just to communicate better, because hums and nods were no longer so descriptive enough.

getting so involved with you, that suddenly he couldn't sleep without you in his arms. poor fushiguro.

masturbating slowly right next to you while you slept so pretty, because there was one thing you did that drove him crazy, that stole a few nights of sleep from him.

because the way you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock to drink all his piss made him so hard. poor fushiguro!

who couldn't stop drinking water all the time just so he could have you there, drinking all his piss all the time. who loved to aim wrong just to piss on your pretty face when he was in the shower.

always with bottles of water by his side to drink as soon as he finishes pissing down your throat, who almost didn't even get up to go to the bathroom anymore, because you always came to help him to relieve before that.

poor fushiguro... who can't stop thrusting against your mouth as he pisses.

becoming so perverted and needy for you, kissing you so much after seeing you swallow all his cum and piss. saying that he loves you so much while he buries his cock inside your pussy all soaked with his piss, because he does.

and he repeats this every night, marking you from the inside, going deep, making you tremble and whimper as your little hole squeezes his cock, suffocating him, feeling so hot, so good.

"will you hold everything for me again, love? " he asked needily in your ear, warm and strong jets of piss filling your pussy more and more, until it leak out. "stay until morning, to sit on my cock so i can fill you up again."

nodding positively in response, you thrust your hips against him, feeling it overflow, mixing with all the cum, dripping onto the mattress as he continued to make the bed creak, balls slapping against your ass.

"you look so beautiful filled with my piss." he burrowed into your neck, filling it with marks while his hands grasped yours in an affectionate grip, because he was soft. coming up to look at you, wanting to kiss. "even more full of my cum."

you squirmed, face red and panting as he kept pushing and making the loud noise echo throughout the room, saliva dripped from his chin with every sloppy kiss you exchanged, his chest was rising and falling as fast as yours, you almost could feel his heart beating through his cock.

ah, megumi has never been so grateful to have moved into a haunted house.

i'd like to start by saying that megumi is needy, this whore, a cuddlebug. i like him. also, inspiration from lady k and sickman, yes!!

another thing, it's the first work about him and didn't feel very good precisely because the flow is a bit broken, i was busy and redoing it all the time.. its yet kinda bad, but i hope you like it! =(

and i'll try to write better about it later, to deliver a good megumi work for you guys. is it too short? hope not =(