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lunarzstarz · 2 years ago

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REQUEST:

Modern eddie munson addicted to video games.

He’s online with friends all the time and paying no attention to you. You’re getting tired of it so you stale action by riding him in his gamer chair still making him play the game and keep himself unmuted. After a lil he can’t take it anymore and powers down the game abruptly, carriying you over to the bed and fucking you until you can’t walk….🤭

loved this idea so much, sorry it took so long for me to finish had writers block, but I hope you like it! thanks for the request anon <3

Pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni, handjobs, unprotected sex, PinV sex, slight dacryphilia kink? slightly proofread.

A/N: Sorry I've been gone for a little while, but I'm back and I'm working my way through requests, so feel free to ask for one. I'm also officially working on part 2 of "The No List" I don't know when it will be out though so if you want to be added to a tag list just let me know :)

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You stood at his door for ten minutes, if you knocked any harder it would probably fall down. You knew Eddie was home, he’d just called you thirty minutes ago, asking you to come over, you just didn’t know why he wasn’t answering the door. Before you think about knocking again, you check under the doormat and of course there was the spare key.

Unlocking it and stepping inside you can already hear Eddie shouting at someone and that already tells you everything. You roll your eyes and shut the door behind you “Eds!” you call trying to announce your arrival, but nothing. Heading to the bedroom, there he was sitting at the desk, back to you.

He had his headset on, eyes focused on his screen, still unaware of your presence. “Eddie!” you try again stepping closer a hand reaching out to tap his shoulder, he flinches.

His gaze tears away for a split second to see who it was “Shit, you scared me” he gives you a smile.

“Hello to you too” you return the smile and lean down to kiss him, but you’re met with his cheekbone when his head snaps back to the screen.

“Shit!” he shouts, killing yet another creature in one of his stupid video games, one you had got him and immediately regret buying.

“Hey, when are you gonna get off?” you ask, but your voice falls on deaf ears as he continues to pay attention to whoever is on the other side of the mic. “Eddie!” you give him a shove and his head snaps back to you.

“Yeah, yeah sorry I’ll be off as soon as I finish this round, I promise” he rushed, immediately going back to the game without giving you a chance to protest.

So you give in and lay on the bed, opting to mindlessly scroll through your phone as you started your long wait. It didn’t take long for you to get restless and tired of listening to him shout at the screen. You and Eddie had been seeing each other less and less lately with it being the busiest time of the year for you both, you thought finally after days of not seeing each other he’d jump at the chance to be with you, but it was clear that he had other things on his mind.

Around the twenty minute mark he cheered, winning yet another game, you listened in on his conversation “Good game…oh I don’t know my-” he turned slightly to look over at you seeing that you were still looking at your phone “Okay…one more but after that I-.”

You reached for one of his pillows and threw it at the back of his head “Eddie!” he turned, looking apologetic “You know just because you’re ignoring me, doesn’t mean I can’t hear you right?” you glare at him.

“I know, I’m sorry, look just one more game and I swear I’m all yours” he sees your unamused impression, knowing he should have just got off when you got here, he was the one to call you over after all.

“Fine, do whatever” you huff flipping over to your stomach so you didn’t have to look at him. He knew it was the wrong choice, but his friends were all calling for him down the mic, so he went back to playing.

You had two options, leave and not speak to him for the rest of the day or give him a reason to get off the game. You weren’t about to leave, not when you had waited all week to see him and spent extra time that morning getting ready just for him, so you’d just have to take matters into your own hands.

You got up and started to undress yourself, stripping down to your underwear, a set you had picked out just for Eddie, you weren’t about to let it go to waste. You crept up behind him, leaning down to place soft kisses to the side of his neck. He let out a small gasp, surprised at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his skin, but let you continue.

You stalked around him so that you were in his peripheral, he took a quick glance, then went back to the game before doing a double take. His eyes scanned your entire body, taking in the time to memorize all your soft curves, lips parted as he practically drooled over you.

He quickly muted himself “Give me two seconds, just to let them know I have to go” he rushes, but you stop him.

“No, it’s okay, keep playing, like you said you can’t just leave your team in the middle of a game, right?” you say, repeating the excuse he had used on you many times.

“But you- your- shit sweetheart you’re killing me” he reaches a hand out to run his fingers over the waistband of the lace underwear.

“Poor you” you tut, no feeling behind it, he had you waiting what felt like hours for him and now he wants to get off “I think you can wait a few minutes and finish your game, go on.”

You encourage him, he’s torn but his team is calling him, wondering why he wasn’t responding. He finally unmutes himself “Yeah, I’m here sorry” and with that he goes back to playing, this time a lot more distracted, stealing quick glances at you.

You however weren’t gonna let him get off that easy. You reach down, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, he sends you a warning glare, but does nothing to stop you as you dip your hand into his pants. “Shit…” he gasps when you wrap your hand around his base, he was already half hard.

“You gotta be quiet, don’t want anyone hearing you now do we?” you say, smiling down at him. He shook his head and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth to help keep himself quiet, trying to focus on the game and not the feeling of you stroking his cock.

Once you were satisfied with how hard he was, you tugged on his sweatpants, signaling for him to lift his hips which he hesitantly complies to. You climb onto his lap, straddling his hips, his cock only centimeters away from your clothed cunt.

He quickly mutes himself again “What are you doing?” he asks through gritted teeth as you grind down against him.

“What? I’m not doing anything” you say, trying to act dumb as you rock your hips again. Before he can respond he can hear his friends saying they need his help “Go on.”

“You are, you’re trying to kill me” He sighs, unmuting himself again “Where are you?” he goes back to helping his teammates and you go back to grinding against him. He fights to keep his eyes from closing as you line him up with your entrance, his tip catching on it. You brace yourself, trying your best to stay quiet as you sink down on him, a small whimper passing your lips at the stretch as you seat yourself on him.

His head is thrown back as your warm walls wrap around him, squeezing him tight. You start the slow rock of your hips, it was gonna be a lot harder to not make a sound than you thought, the feeling of him pressed against that sweet spot deep inside. Eddie ground his hips up to meet yours making you double over, head resting in the crook of his neck, you covered your mouth with your hand as a quiet moan escaped.

Eddie was wearing a smug grin, your own plan had backfired, he knew you wouldn’t be able to stay composed, not while he was buried to the hilt in your cunt. One of his hands trailed down the plane of your back, coming down to cup the flesh of your ass and thighs, grabbing at anything he could get. You raised your hips and sunk back down meeting his thrusts, you bit down on his shoulder to try and suppress any sounds that threatened to escape.

Eddie was losing it, his teammate’s calls for help long forgotten, his focus now fully on you. The quiet sounds that only he could hear coming from you left him wanting to fuck you senseless. “Eddie, please…” you whined and that was it for him. He removed his headset and shut off the monitor without any explanation to his friends who were left wondering what had happened.

Both of his hands hooking under the backs of your knees “Hold on” being the only warning he gave you before he picked you up. You wrapped your arms around him, both of you still connected as he carried you over to the bed. He threw you down to start stripping himself from all his clothes.

You watched impatiently, thighs rubbing together trying to create some friction to ease the loss of his cock, but it wasn’t long until he was on you again. “You really are insatiable, you know that?” he grins down at you, grabbing himself by the base so he could slide his tip through your folds.

“Please..” you moan weakly as he taps it against your clit.

“Please what?” he knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you beg for it. He caught his tip on your entrance, barely pushing into you, then pulling out again. “Come on, weren’t so shy when you were riding me, bet you wanted them to hear you huh? You wanted them to hear how good my cock makes you feel?”

He slid his hands up your body, freeing you from your bra and leaning down to place open mouth kisses on your breasts. He looked up at you as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, that had you mewling into his touch “Come on baby, tell me what you want.”

“Want you to fuck me, please” you wrapped your legs around his waist, hands in his hair to tug him closer to you.

“Always so sweet for me” he leaned into you, your lips meeting as he guided himself into you. You whined against his lips at the contact, he didn’t waste time before thrusting into you at a fast pace, sliding over that spot only he could hit.

It didn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess. Eddie was the one to break the kiss, sucking and biting at the side of your neck instead so he could listen to all the blissed out sounds you were making. He could tell you needed more though and he would always give you what you needed.

He sat back, grabbing the backs of your legs and pressing your thighs to your stomach. You practically screamed as he started hitting you at a new angle, his pace picking up as he pounded into you.

“Fuck! Please Eddie, f-feels so good” you babbled beneath him, it only made him go faster. Deep groans escaped him, his grip becoming almost painfully tight on the back of your thighs, rings leaving imprints on your doughy flesh.

Eddie was trying not to bust his load just looking at you, the way your jaw was slack letting out the sweetest sounds every time his cock abused your g spot, the way your eyes were struggling to stay open because you wanted to watch him fuck into you. “Holy shit- so fucking wet for me sweetheart, pussy practically crying for me, just needed me to fuck you on my cock didn’t you?” he coos, now buried impossible deep in you, tip kissing your cervix.

You couldn’t even form words to respond, you nod weakly as tears began to form from the amount of pleasure he was giving you. “So fucking pretty when you cry for me, making you feel that good?” he pants, thrusts faltering slightly as he could feel his own release approaching. “Shit, squeezing me so good baby, you close?” he asks, though he could tell you were holding off for him.

It had seemed like forever since you’d last been with Eddie, you didn’t want it to be over so quickly so you’d been holding off as long as you could, but it was becoming impossible, especially when you feel his fingertips over your clit. You jolt at the sudden extra shock of pleasure “Fuck! Y-yes m’close” you reached for something to hold onto, grabbing onto his shoulders.

He used whatever energy he had to keep up his animalistic pace as he fucked you into the mattress, bringing you to the edge. “Come on baby, cum all over my cock” his words only encourage you further as you feel that coil snap and your orgasm wash over you, feeling more like it was crashing down in huge waves of pleasure.

Eddies fingers were fast on your clit as he fucked you through it, feeling you grip down on him so hard, nails scratching his flushed skin, it had him spilling inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he moaned, each word punctuated with the slam of his hips.

The room filled with nothing but your cries, his desperate moans and the lewd wet sounds of sex as you both rid out your highs. You were so fucked out you were seeing stars, your hearing going fuzzy. You feel Eddie collapse on top of you, finally letting go of your aching thighs. His chest heaving, bangs stuck to his forehead, the two of you covered in a sheet of sweat, but you were too far gone to care.

He eased out of you, peppering kisses to your chest, neck and face to bring you around again. “Still with me?” he asks, you could only hum a response back and he smile. He sits up and disappears for a moment, you wait until you feel the bed sink next to you again before finally opening your eyes to look at him.

He was staring down at you, eyes so full of admiration and love. “Here” he hands you a water, you sit against the headboard to take a few sips as he brushes the hair from your face. “Good?” he asks, hand coming down to soothe over your thighs, still trembling with the aftershocks.

“More than good” you smile up at him “Should fuck you in your game chair more often.”

He laughs, “Yeah, you should.”

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lebrookestore · 11 months ago

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backburner | n.jm (teaser)

Pairing: Na Jaemin x reader

Themes: college! au, exes! au, the situationship vibes are STRONG, angst, fluff, exes to ???, reader is a serial overthinker.

Warnings: profanity, heavy ANGST, kissing, food, underage alcohol consumption and alcohol consumption in general, jaemin is lowkey an asshole, more to be added for the full fic.

Word count for teaser: 580 | Estimated word count: 12-15k

Summary: After three months of ignoring your presence entirely, Na Jaemin saunters right back into your life without so much as single warning, leaving you to once again pick up the pieces of your burning heart.

Notes from brooke: a late christmas present from me<3 i'm back to writing my college aus so i hope all of you will enjoy my pain (literally).

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It was one in the morning when your phone rang.

A sigh left your chapped lips as you glanced down from the screen of your laptop to the device sitting by its side, your eyes burning at the too bright light emitting from your phone. The rest of your dorm was dark, having switched the lights off earlier at the request of your roommate, who had an early class the next day.

Unfortunately for you, you had an assignment due the next day that you had, as usual, left for the last minute. Music played through your headphones as you tried to construct what you deemed a coherent enough essay to submit.

Scrambling so you wouldn’t wake your roommate up, you pushed your headphones off and swiped the call icon across the screen of your phone, accepting it a second before you registered who the caller was. The contact glared at you as if it was mocking you for your carelessness and hastiness, causing you to bite down hard on the inside of your cheek.

Well. It was too late now.

Swallowing hard, you held your phone up to your ear and whispered. “Hello?”

“Hey.”

A breath you didn’t know you had been holding in escaped from your lips, having you shut your eyes and process his voice. It was funny, how just one inconsequential word from a single person could change your entire disposition.

“Jaemin? Are you okay?”

He hummed in response. “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I might be a little tipsy though.”

You could just imagine him right then, a glass being gripped loosely by his fingers, leaning against some wall as he spoke to you over the phone. The image was enough that you slipped out of your bed and pacing about your room as quietly as you could, restless.

“Oh. Um, don’t drink too much.”

He chuckled, a sound so familiar yet so distant to you. “I won’t, don’t worry.”

Jaemin liked alcohol, you knew this much. He liked the way it would slowly hit his head and render him more easy going than he already was, causing that pretty smile of his to show more liberally. You were well versed with everything about him, from his walk to the way his eyes would express everything he was thinking, the slightly changes making themselves completely obvious for you,

The two of you had been so in tune with each other. Sometimes, you forgot how easy that made it for it all to fall apart.

“Okay.” You weren’t really sure where you were supposed to go with this conversation anymore. “Do you need something?”

“Not really.”

“Then….then why did you call me?” Bewilderment crept into your voice as clear as day. If you were in front of him right then, perhaps he would have teased you, tucking your hair behind your ear and muttering something about how cute you were.

He stayed silent for a moment. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

You stopped your pacing, coming to a standstill as his words settled over you. In the silence of the night, you were almost too aware of the way your heart rate increased ever so slightly.

Yunjin was right. There was hardly ever a time where your best friend’s advice wasn’t spot on, but this time you found yourself wishing you had complied and actually blocked him like she had suggested you do. Maybe then you wouldn’t have found yourself in such a position.

coming soon. | lebrookestore 2024

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chaoticharrington · 7 months ago

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Chapter Four: The Dungeon Master and Depression

***BEFORE YOU READ ANY FURTHER THERE IS GOING TO BE SEX, HEAVY BDSM THEMES, AND OTHER GENERAL NSFW THINGS. IF YOU ARE A MINOR/A BLANK BLOG/ A BLOG WITH NO AGE PLEASE DO NOT INTEREACT! IF I SEE IT, I WILL BLOCK IMMEDIATELY! THANKS!<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, Steve needs a hug, sad Steve, Eddie being the literal sexiest man on the planet, daddy kink, spit kink, spanking, cum eating, squirting, bondage, masterbation, Dom! Eddie, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), BDSM themes, Eddie and Steve are in their early to mid 40s and reader is in her mid 20s

Summary: Eddie shows you a side of him you haven't seen before and things with Steve take a turn for the worst

Authors Note: Hi yall, i just wanted to say thank you for all the love on this series so far, ive really enjoyed writing it! also im very nervy about posting this chapter bc the smut is intense! i prommy it wont always be this intense but anyways ENJOY :D 9k

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The next few days were spent mostly consoling Violet, she had made the decision to break up with Quinn. She didn’t trust them anymore and you didn’t blame her. You and Eddie took turns holding her when she cried or getting her to shower and eat food. It left little time for you and Eddie to spend time alone, never getting the chance to finish what you started after your date.

You could steal kisses here and there, but no heavy petting. It was driving you insane, it was like the universe was punishing you for dating your best friend’s dad.

After a few days she decided she needed to get out of Hawkins for a little while and went to spend a week at her mom’s. You made her promise to text her whenever she needed, and Eddie offered again to go over to talk to Quinn. She waved both of you off, reassuring you that she’d be fine. You drove her to the airport and off she went.

It made you feel guilty that you were so relieved that she had left, you felt like you were the worst best friend in the world. First dating her dad, and secondly happy she was leaving you after just having a brutal break-up.

What kind of friend are you?

You spent the next few days catching up on school, finally getting a chance to focus now that you didn’t have to worry about Violet as much. Not wanting to waste the very limited time the two of you had at Eddies, you spent the nights at his house covering the entire house in random textbooks and various versions of assignments. Sometimes the two of you would sit on the couch, he would watch tv while you studied, or you’d be in a chair out in the garage while Eddie played guitar and smoked. Or your favorite, cuddled up on his lap on his bed, Eddie silently reading a book and caressing the skin available to him.

It was perfect domestic bliss, he’d cook the two of you breakfast in the morning, and he’d come home to a homecooked meal in the evening. The only thing you were missing was his cock, mid terms were coming up and you were absolutely swamped. Spending all of your time that wasn’t spent at school, or working, was dedicated to more school. It was frying your brain.

Then one day you had finally had enough, another one of your professors had added another paper due on top of studying for all of your other exams. You had so many things you needed to get done before Thanksgiving you thought your head was going to explode.

You spent some time crying in your car that day, before walking up the driveway into Eddies house. Now a second home to you, you take off your shoes and head to Eddies bedroom and snuggling under the sheets, breathing in his scent. You hear Eddies familiar footsteps coming up the stairs into the bedroom the two of you basically shared.

“hey sweetpea-“ the rest of his greeting dying on his lips.

You feel him before you see him, he just slides into bed with you and holds you tightly against him. Then you lose it some more, crying into one of his pillows, just so stressed out. You needed all of it to go away, you didn’t want to think anymore.

He pushes the hair out of your face and wipes away your tears, “hey talk to me baby, what’s goin on? Hmm?” he questions, concern in his voice.

“It’s too much” you croak, turning over and nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Make it go away, please make it go away, my brain is so tired, I just need a break!” you sob harder into his embrace.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your body, protecting you from the outside world.

“I know baby, I know, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry” he says calmly, leaving little kisses in your hair.

The two of you tangled up together in silence, just him touching your skin and you holding on to him for dear life. It stays like this for a few minutes. You can practically hear Eddies mind working a thousand miles a minute.

“... do you really want it to go away?” Eddie asks, almost a whisper.

You nodded feverishly into his chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“Please,” you whisper into his chest.

Eddie pulls the two of you apart so you can see his face, his eyes serious with anticipation. He caresses your cheek with his hand, running his thumb across your lips.

“I wanna show you something, you don’t have to say yes. But I think it might help.” He says, waiting for your answer.

You nod your head, ready to try anything to get your brain to calm down. He takes you by your hands, carefully getting you up and on your feet. Being so gentle with you, almost like he was afraid you’d break if he moved to quick or touched you too hard. Eddie led you down the stairs into the kitchen, right in front of the basement door.

He looked at you anxiously, you rarely if ever saw him anxious, it made your heart rate spike a little feeding off his nervous energy.

He opens the door and leads you down into the basement, immediately confused by Eddies immense anxiety. It’s just a basement, it had loads of Eddies DnD books nicely tucked away on bookshelves, a huge circular table in the middle with papers scattered all over it, and a bunch of props and miniatures that you assumed Eddie used for various DnD campaigns. Eddie meets you at the bottom of the stairs and puts his hand in yours, his eyes still timid.

“Sorry it’s a bit of a mess, I’ve been working on a new campaign.” He says while nervously scratching the back of his head. You squeeze his hand giving him some reassurance.

“Look, I know we haven’t been dating very long, but I really fucking like you. So just bear with me kay? I don’t wanna scare you off,” he states, fiddling with your fingers in his hands.

“You could never scare me off Eddie” you say plainly, having more admiration for him than almost anybody else.

With a sigh he guides you past all the DnD stuff into a hidden black door under the stairs, the door locked with a key padlock.

Eddie grabs a key off a chain that’s on his neck that he wears every day, you always thought it was just for decoration and not practical use. He turns the key into the lock and leads you into a dark room and turns on the light.

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the room, not really sure what you’re seeing. The walls are blood red, various toys, whips, paddles, and a saint Andrews cross leaning in the corner between two walls. At the center of the room was a bed with black satin sheets, with a black bed frame with various hooks and chains attached to it.

You look at Eddie in surprise, you didn’t expect him to have a whole fucking sex dungeon in his basement. You were impressed, you usually only read about stuff like this in your books. Never thinking that you’d actually get to experience it in real life.

“This is uh, welcome to my dungeon” he says, grandiosely waving his hands to show off the room, chuckling nervously to himself. You smile lightly at him, still your goofy Eddie.

“You can totally tell me to fuck off, and we don’t ever have to talk about this ever again, scouts honor. I just.. I thought maybe because of the books you like to read. Maybe we had uhm similar interests,” he says, closing the door behind the two of you.

You’re still in awe of what you see before you, finding something new to look at every second, you start to feel yourself getting excited. The anxiety melting away the longer you were in this room, like it was magic.

“Please say something, anything, you’re killin’ me here darlin,” he says, pulling your hand to his lips, leaving tiny kisses in their wake.

You walk farther into the room, dusting your fingers along the various toys and instruments on the wall. Eddie follows suit, rubbing his arms up and down your shoulders while you look. You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He looks at you hungrily, waiting for your next move, you’ve never wanted him more.

“Turn off my brain Eds, please,” you beg, putting on your prettiest doe eyes.

Eddie curses under his breath and shakes his head trying to concentrate. He hugs you tightly as a thank you that you didn’t run out of the room kicking and screaming. He sits the two of you on a bench at the foot of the bed, holding your hands in his.

“Alright sweetness, I gotta lay down a few rules before we play, okay?” He says, clearly in his element. You nod, understanding what he means. Being familiar with the world of BDSM, but never getting to act on it before.

“First things first, safe words, If I ask you for your color, you respond with Green, Yellow, or Red. Green meaning you’re okay mentally and physically and I can keep going. Yellow meaning that you’re reaching your limit and I need to check in with you. Red meaning stop, you say this word and whatever scene we are doing will stop immediately and we will go into aftercare. I want you to feel safe during every single part of this, so don’t be afraid to stop a scene, okay? This is supposed to be fun for the both of us. Ya with me so far?” He smiles lightly trying to keep the tension light but letting know that he means business.

“With ya Eds,” you say with a nod of your head.

You can practically hear his heart swelling with pride. He continues to go through some more safety rules, what to do if you’re bound or gagged and can’t say a safe word. He goes through some walk throughs of what some of the various toys do, to see what piques your interest. He asks you if you know any of your hard or soft limits, you give him some basic ones, open to a lot considering you didn’t have a ton of real life experience in this department. You were starting to get a little nervous, hoping that you would live up to Eddies expectations.

He senses the panic inside you and squeezes your hands. “Don’t worry okay? You agreeing to try this with me is already a dream come true, I just want to help you feel better, help you let go.” He says sweetly.

You take a deep breath and lean back into him on the bench. He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your arms and then around your waist, tugging up the bottom of your shirt and lifting it over your head, and does the same with your leggings. He has you stand in front of him, leaving you in only your bra and underwear, your skin erupting in goosebumps when it hits the cold air.

“Beautiful,” he says breathlessly, his eyes scanning over every inch of your body. You look at him, you can see his cock already stiffening in the confines of his pants.

“Bend over for me baby,” he commands. Situating you over his lap, ass in the air, making your thoughts immediately cloud with want. You had never been in such a compromising position before and you loved it, showing yourself off to him.

“I’ll start slow, remember, any time you need to stop just say red and I’ll stop okay?” he reminds you one last time before he starts.

He readies you by palming each of your cheeks with his hands, increasing the pressure with each touch. You can already feel the heat rising in your body, your legs squirming together trying to find any sort of friction. Eddie seeing your desperation grabs your legs forcing them apart with his leg.

“You’re so fuckin cute, you’ll learn,” he warns, earning you a light slap across your left check. You gasp not expecting it, making your eyes roll back in pleasure, grinding your hips against Eddie’s clothed legs.

Two more light slaps come down on each cheek, eliciting a whimper from your lips, your hips grinding up wanting more. You can feel his length twitch underneath you with every smack, and your wetness seeping into your panties, you’d never been this desperate in your life.

“What’s your color princess, you doin okay?” he questions, genuine concern in his voice that makes your heart swell.

“Green Eds, m’ good,” you say hazily, your mind starting to cloud over.

With that confirmation he slowly increases the intensity of each slap, switching between your two cheeks. It only made you whimper louder, wanting even more. The slaps were now punishing, surely your cheeks bright pink from the abuse. You were surprised, you never thought something like this would feel so good. But you couldn’t help it, your panties now completely soaked through.

“You like that, you like when I hurt you?” he says, leaning into the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nod wildly, not trusting your words.

You hear Eddie click his tongue, “Nuh uh pretty girl, down here you gotta use your words. Now I’m gonna ask again, you like it when I hurt you?” he demands, landing two more harsh slaps against your bottom.

“Yes, yes Eddie I like when you hurt me” you say desperately. Your body buzzing, every cell screaming with need. Your mind thinking of only him and the pain he gives you, mind completely blank.

“Good girl baby, doin such a good job” he praises, you smile at his praise, sinking further and further away from all the worries that had bothered you not a half hour ago.

He lands an especially mean slap on your right cheek pulling a loud moan out of your mouth, you can hear Eddies laugh vibrate through his chest.

“Fuck look at you baby, taking everything I give you. You’re my little pain slut aren’t you?” he mocks, tutting and rubbing at your now very red ass.

“Mhmm” you mutter brainlessly, trying to push your legs together, your clit on fire with need.

“Words pretty girl, I need words, that’s your last warning before you regret it,” he warns, gifting you another brutal slap.

“Y-yes, your pain slut, all yours,” you babble pathetically, desperate tears begging to spill from your eyes.

“Fuck me, yeah you are, C’mere let me look at you, get on your knees f’me” he says breathlessly, helping you off his lap and down between his legs. You lay your head against one of his knees, looking up at him between your eyelashes.

He brushes his hand across your cheek, rubbing your lips with his thumb. In your brainless state you allow his thumb into your mouth sucking on it while maintaining eye contact. You felt so free, knowing that he was going to take care of you, that you didn’t have to think anymore, giving up control gave your brain freedom that you wouldn’t have otherwise.

“Perfect” he utters, barely above a whisper, mesmerized by the way your mouth was sucking his thumb in, swirling the tip of his thumb with your tongue. Wanting more than just his thumb you tug on his pants and belt with your hand, but it wasn’t your turn to be in control. Eddie pulls the bottom of your chin up, straining your neck to meet his demand.

He pinches your cheeks together, forcing your mouth open wider. He takes his thumb out of your mouth replacing it with his pointer and middle fingers, seeing how deep you can put them down your throat. While maintaining eye contact, you suck his fingers all the way to the back of your throat until you choke lightly on them.

“You look so pretty with your mouth all full” he says as he leans down to leave a kiss on the side of your very full mouth.

All the praise becoming too much, squirming aimlessly in the air, whimpering around Eddies fingers. He seems to get a kick out of your desperation, cursing under his breath. All made more apparent by his very hard cock outlined in his pants.

“Alright sweet thing, climb up on the bed for me” he commands, tapping the silk sheets on the bed. You do as your told, meanwhile Eddie removes his shirt, belt, and pants. You look at him hungrily, with the playing field now level.

He sits down onto the bed next to you, pulling you into a deep kiss. Your bodies melt together, his hands everywhere, grabbing every inch of you. The two of you relax onto the bed, letting him kiss and nip and your skin, slowly taking off your bra and panties until you were completely bare in front of him.

He pulls your legs apart, not allowing you to hide any part of yourself from him. You were embarrassed by how wet you had gotten just from that act alone, he barely touched you.

Eddie curses under his breath, pulling apart your folds to see you dripping down your thighs.

“My needy needy girl”, he coos, dipping one of his fingers into your entrance, gathering some of your release on his fingers. He brings it up to your mouth, you suck in his fingers eagerly, wanting to please. Your release taste tangy and sweet, you moan around his fingers at the dirty act. Dipping his fingers back at your entrance, taking some of your release for himself, moaning around his fingers.

Focusing his attention back on you, he straddles you and puts your hands above your head and kisses you deeply. You feel him grind against your core making you buck up against him. Your groans filling the room, the tension becoming too much to bear.

“Need you eds, please,” you beg, the pressure between your legs driving you insane. That’s the only confirmation Eddie needed before taking his boxers off, sliding his throbbing cock in between your soaked folds. You wrap your legs around his back, pushing him harder against you.

He lines up his cock up to your entrance and slowly pushes in, his length pushing up against your cervix as he bottoms out. You whine, biting down on his shoulder, provoking a curse from his mouth.

“Color baby?” he asks breathlessly against your skin.

“Green Eds, really fucking green,” you grin against his shoulder, kissing the tattoo along his jaw.

Your words, diminishing the last of his resolve as he starts to thrust in and out of your heat slowly. Your eyes glass over, the pleasure being too much, you had never been so full. Not even your dildo doing half as much as Eddies cock.

“Shit, your pussy was fucking made for me, made to take my fucking cock,” he growls, biting down on a part of your neck, trying to contain his groans and whines.

You dig your claws into his back, wishing him deeper inside of you. Eddie using that as an okay to go faster, he grabs an edge of the bed frame for leverage. The wet sounds of his cock entering you drowning out your whimpers and moans.

“Uh, uh, uh, oh, fuuuckk E-eddie” you wail, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open.

“You like that baby, you like it when I fuck you like the little slut you are? All you needed was a few slaps on your ass for you do go dumb huh?” he mocks, pistoning harder into your core.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it, more please,” you beg, you wanted to see how much more you could handle, the pleasure building between your legs.

Eddie takes one of his hands off the bed frame, cupping the sides of your jaw with his hand.

“Open,” he demands. You obey, all rational thoughts gone long ago. Taking the opportunity, he spits sloppily into your mouth, you swallow and take what he gives your greedily.

“Atta girl, doing what your told” he sighs proudly, going back to concentrating rocking his hips against yours with vigor. You could feel yourself getting close, all of it becoming too much, the fucking, the slapping, the dirty talk, it was all perfect. You were plummeting quickly to your release, your walls spasming in anticipation.

“If you keep squeezing me like that m’ not gonna last much longer,” he confesses, leaving little kisses on your neck.

“Eds- I- fuck- I’m gonna cum- please cum in me please, need your cum,” you beg, feeling your release threatening to take over.

“Fuck,” he curses, you can feel his pace getting sloppier, fucking you through your release. Your legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes glazed over, having the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.

Your walls clamp down on Eddie, not lasting much longer after you, spilling his seed into your waiting center. You feel his release spill out onto your thighs and sheets.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill” he mutters into your chest, sweat covering both of your bodies. You giggle and caress his hair, playing with his dark brown and greying curls.

“Yeah, ‘m on the pill,” you confirm, leaving a kiss at the top of his head. Eddie sighs thankfully on your chest, followed by a few minutes of silence from the two of you. Basking in each others after sex glow, gentle touches and light kisses.

You stay cuddled up for a while, neither of you wanted to go back to reality. The basement was like your safe place, where both of you could let go, like really let go. He saw things in you today that up until now, you had never let anyone see that side of you. He allowed you the same, taking down his walls showing you everything he had to offer.

He showed that he really cared about you, that he could take care of you even when your brain was against you. That was something you had never had before, someone who knew you and cared about you enough to help you fight the endless battles in your brain. You swore to yourself right there that you’d help him fight his battles too.

After a while he got up and got you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to help wipe you off. Your center still sensitive from your previous activities. Eddie was gentle, taking his time, making sure you were physically okay. He even put cream on your sore, soon to be bruised ass, after many many kisses that made you blush.

His teddy bear eyes looking into yours, while the two of you lay naked in bed, him painting circles on your face.

“How’s your head now baby? Better?” he asked hopeful. Tears form at the tips of your eyes, you nod your head vigorously. Your tears making Eddies eyes fill with concern.

“What baby? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asks soothingly.

You shake your head, trying to find the words for what you were feeling. “No no I’m fine, I’m just.. happy. My brain is so quiet, I can’t remember the last time my brain was so quiet.” You sob into Eddies chest, pulling him closer into you. He wraps his arms around you and shushes your tears, wiping them from your face leaving little kisses in their wake.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here, I gotcha” he says, comforting you with more kisses, squeezing you tighter against him. The two of you spend the rest of the night down in the basement, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms, completely content.

When you wake up the following morning, you are still wrapped up in each other’s arms, Eddie still lightly snoring. You take this time to really take him in, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, the laugh lines around his lips, his lips so pink and plush, the light wrinkles around his eyes, the dark curly brown hair that falls in front of his face, you didn’t know how you got so lucky. Not only is Eddie quite literally the sweetest man you had ever met in your life, but he’s also the most handsome.

You snuggle back into him, basking in his embrace. A little while later he wakes from sleep, stretching out, allowing you to get up and go to the bathroom.

“Hey little missy where do you think you’re goin?” he asks, pouting in bed patting the space where you were previously occupying.

“Just gotta pee,” you whisper, hoping maybe he will fall back asleep, but Eddie is stubborn.

“Just hold it, come back and cuddle,” he whines. You chuckle and kiss the top of his head before putting on his Metallica t shirt and heading out the door and up the stairs to the kitchen. You walk into the downstairs bathroom and gasp at the state you were left in. You still had mascara smudges under your eyes from crying and cumming, your hair was sticking up every which way, you looked a mess. And yet the beautiful man downstairs still wanted you, lucky you.

After you clean up a little and comb through your hair, you head to the kitchen to grab the two of you something to eat. You hear the basement door open, and the man you were just thinking about emerges, wearing only his boxers.

“I get to fuck the girl of my dreams AND she made me breakfast, I can die a happy man,” he remarks, enveloping you into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him, still not used how much he likes you.

“And you’re wearing my shirt,” he comments, taking a handful of your ass in each hand making you hiss, your butt still sore from the beating it received the day before.

“Just wanna touch base, everything yesterday was okay right? It wasn’t exactly what I picture our first time to be like but, I don’t regret it. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, definitely did not disappoint,” he expresses.

“It was better than I could’ve imagined Ed, really. You were beautiful.” You confess, going on your tippy toes to steal a kiss from him.

The two of you spend the rest of the morning cuddled up on the couch eating breakfast, before you had to part ways. You had classes most of the day and Eddie had to go into the office for work.

Leaving Eddie was the hardest part of any day, but especially today. You had Steves class today, you always dreaded going after everything went down between the two of you. You wished to stay here forever.

The two of you share way too many last kisses before the two of you leave his house in your respective cars. You needed to go to your apartment before class to change, and then Sociology 101.

You waited as long as you possibly could before going into the classroom, you’ve started a routine of avoiding Steve as much as humanly possible. But when you entered the class, instead of being met by Steves sad eyes, you were met by a balding older man with grey hair. You look around at the rest of the class as you make your way to your seat, they also seem equally as confused as you. The man in the front of the class introduces himself as Professor McCarthy, he explained that he was going to take over for Steve for the time being.

“Where is Professor Harrington?” The girl who sits behind you asks, a slight whine in her voice.

“He has taken a seemingly well-deserved sabbatical,” Professor McCarthy confesses with zero empathy in his voice.

You can barely pay attention during class, your thoughts swimming threatening to drown you.

Why did he leave?

Was it because of you?

Does Robin know?

Was he forced to take a leave?

Did people find out about the two of you?

You hated to admit it, but a small part of your brain was trying to say something. Loud enough for you to hear it through the madness.

Is he okay?

You didn’t know why, but you still cared about Steve. Even though he hurt you, you wanted to know he was alright. After so many weeks of getting to know him, you knew how much being a teacher meant to him. You knew how passionate he is about the subject he teaches; it worried you that he could just leave. It had to mean something was really wrong.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, the new professors voice conveniently very easy to drone out. You were the first one to leave the room once class was over. Speed walking down the hall, heading to the only place you knew you’d find answers.

You knock on the door to Robins office, hoping that she was in today.

“Come in!” she calls out.

She looks startled when she sees you standing in her doorway, expecting to see a student with questions about an assignment.

“Uh, hi.” You say awkwardly, still standing in the doorway.

“Hey Y/N, come in, why don’t you sit down,” she offers kindly, already knowing why you’re here.

“Where is he?” you ask bluntly.

Robin sighs before answering, her eyes moving, trying to think of the best way to explain it to you.

“He just needed a break, and the board allowed it,” she says plainly

“I wanna talk to him,” you confess, words leaving your mouth before you could think. Yes, you were upset with Steve, definitely hurt. But that doesn’t mean that you wanted him to leave his job, the both of you are adults. You feel guilty, like you’re the reason he left, and you needed closure.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea honey,” Robin says empathetically.

Your heart drops.

“Please? At least think about it, okay? I’m not mad anymore, I just, I wanna make sure he’s okay,” you admit, hoping to clear the air.

Robin nods and promises that she’ll think about it, but she didn’t seem very convincing. The following days after, dragged on, still piled high with homework. Made worse now because your new sociology professor is the worst, he talked too fast and without any tone in his voice, you caught a few students falling asleep in his class, it was that bad.

Eddie helped a lot, staying over at your house some nights to cuddle up with you after staring at your computer screen for hours on end. You felt guilty that you were so worried about Steve, when you had the perfect man in front of you. You convinced yourself it was just guilt, you just wanted to make sure he’s okay.

Then you got lucky, one morning when you walked into Robins classroom, where you usually sat was a note.

“Here’s his number, don’t make me regret it.” Was etched into the paper.

Your heart flutters in anticipation as hope fills your chest. You spend time after class thinking about the right thing to say, do you text him? Do you call him? You decide on a text, thinking a text is less daunting than calling him.

“Hey Steve, its Y/N. heard about ur sabbatical, hope ur okay” Not really sure what to say, your finger hovers over the send button for a few seconds before you send it. Immediately followed by you throwing your phone across the room.

What the fuck are you doing?

You spend the next couple of hours on your laptop doing your homework, sneaking peaks at your phone, triple checking that you hadn’t missed any messages from Steve. You reasoned with yourself that he might be on vacation or at least just busy. You try to get out of your head and focus on your homework.

The next few days you spent checking your phone every once in awhile looking for a text from Steve that hadn’t come. You were starting to get anxious, even a little worried. The semester was coming to a close, all your assignments turned in and only one mid term left to take. You had come to terms with the idea that Steve just wasn’t going to text you back, he didn’t owe you anything, I guess you’d just have to find closure on your own.

Until one afternoon, the day before thanksgiving, you get a text.

“I miss u”

You stare at your phone, double checking that the text was coming from the right number, Steve’s number. Concern floods your system, this is unlike him.

“Steve? R u okay?”

“I meszed it all up Y/N, im sry”

You’re heart now threatening to beat out of your chest, something was wrong, really wrong. You’re old enough to know when you’re getting a drunk text, what if he was out somewhere alone in this state? You needed to make sure he was okay, or at least somewhere safe.

“Steve tell me where u are, r u safe?”

“Come overrr” is all that is written, followed by a ping to an address. You grab your keys and your coat without a second thought. You get in your car and drive faster than what was probably safe, thoughts only on Steve.

When you finally get to the address, it takes you to a huge house on the outside of town. You let yourself through the gate and park in the huge driveway. You knock on the front door, it squeaks open lightly, you take deep breath and let yourself in. The house is massive, like really big, like old money big. The place is so big, you wander around for a little while searching the various extravagant rooms on the first floor until you find Steve in what you assume is the study.

He's slumped over onto his desk, his hand holding a fancy glass filled with amber liquid. You knock on the side of the door, jostling Steve from his drunk stupor.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” his words slightly slurred.

“Uh, you texted me, you gave me this address,” you feel your heart drop into your stomach, you knew this was a bad idea.

You see Steve’s bloodshot eyes search for the memory of sending you his address, raking his hands through his hair. Steve looked like he hadn’t taken care of himself for awhile, stains all over t-shirt and sweatpants. Your heart ached seeing him this way, guilt washed over you like a tsunami. This entire time you were thinking about yourself and your own closure, and not about the clearly broken man sitting before you.

“This was a mistake, I should go,” you admit before turning in the doorway to leave the way you came in.

“No, p-please wait! I- fuck everything is so fucked up I don’t know what to do anymore. Just stay.” He looks up at you through his glassy red eyes, begging you to stay.

You decide to stay, you step closer to his desk to get a better look at the state he’s in. He probably hasn’t showered in days, and he reeked of alcohol.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” is all you can think to say, you can’t stand to see him this way any longer.

Steve allows you to get him up and out of the chair, the two of you half stumble while he shows you how to get to the master bathroom. You help him get out of his clothes until he’s left in just his boxers, you do your best not to stare. Even in the state he’s in, you still fought the urge to drool at the sight of him. You turn on the hot water, and look at him sitting on the toilet almost completely naked.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he mumbles groggily.

You suck in a deep breath and let it out harshly, you had always known that. If you knew anything about Steve Harrington, you know that he couldn’t hurt a fly. But you couldn’t believe anything he was saying right now. He was still drunk, and you didn’t know how he was going to feel once he sobered up.

“Why don’t you get in the shower, and we can talk once you’re out, okay?” you reassure him, leaving the room to give him space.

His bedroom was a mess, clothes and random liquor bottles everywhere, you tidy it up the best you can before making your way back downstairs to the kitchen. The kitchen is huge, meant for a chef or someone who really likes to cook. But instead, you see containers of take out and microwave dinners piled in the over flowing garbage and more dishes crowding in the sink. You take out the garbage and do the dishes.

By the time you’re finishing up the dishes you hear footsteps pattering into the kitchen.

“Hi” he says meekly.

“Hi” you reply, placing the last dish into the dishwasher.

He stands next to you, one hand on the counter and one hand on his hip, trying to think of what to say. He opens and closes his mouth, but nothing comes out.

“It’s fine really Steve, I’m happy to help,” you confess, turning your body to face him.

Steve looks down at his hands, when he looks back up at you, fresh tears have formed on his lash line.

“I’m the worst, aren’t I?” he questions, his voice breaking.

Your heart broke with him, “No Steve, you’re not the worst. At little messed up, definitely. But far from the worst.”

He looks at you gratefully before he continues speaking.

“I- I thought you hated me. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I don’t know how I screwed things up so badly. I’m sorry I brought you all the way out here. I just... fuck I just missed you Y/N,” he babbles, his tears now flowing down his face in little streams.

You walk a few steps closer to him, not trusting yourself to touch him.

Eddie, remember Eddie.

“I don’t hate you Steve, I could never hate you. I was just hurt and confused. Honestly, I still am hurt and confused, I just. I couldn’t bear the thought of you not teaching or being upset because of me. That’s why I came,” you reassure him, hoping your eyes show him the rest. That you do care for him, and want him to be okay.

Steve nods, mulling over your words, wiping his eyes. Then you hear some buzzing on the marble kitchen counter. Steve’s phone goes off, he looks at his phone and answers it immediately. You can hear Robins worried voice on the other end of the phone anxiously babbling questions off at him. You felt good knowing that even if you weren’t in Steves life, he still had Robin.

“No, ugh Rob I’m fine, please you don’t need to come and check on me.”

“Yes, I’ve showered. NO! Don’t bring Nancy, I don’t want her to see me like this.” He rubs his forehead, probably nursing a headache.

Steve hangs up the phone and looks at you.

“Uhm, Rob is coming over, and.. you probably shouldn’t be here when she gets here” he says awkwardly, he looks like he has more to say but decided against it.

You nod your head in understanding. Steve walks you to the front door, thanks you a million more times before waving you off as you get in your car and drive away.

You pull of on the side of the road, a few blocks from Steves place. You put your arms around the steering wheel, thinking about what just happened.

He is just a friend, someone you care about who needed your help.

You shake your head out of your thoughts and head back to your apartment. As you pull into the parking lot your phone dings, you park your car and look at the notification lighting up your phone screen.

“Come over stinky butt 🍑”

You smile at your phone, of course it’s Eddie, the one who makes you feel safe. The one you don’t have to take care of or worry about, your rock. You put your car in reverse, and drive towards Eddies house. The closer you get to Eddies house, the more every loud thought of Steve was quieting to a whisper, you sigh in relief.

“Vi?!” you say cautiously, a routine you were now used to.

Eddie pokes his head out of the kitchen, “Just me babe” a smile plastered across his face. You smile back and head into the kitchen, only to immediately be scooped up into a hug and lifted off your feet. You breathe in Eddies scent, allowing it to ground you back into your reality.

“Mmm missed you,” Eddie murmurs in between kisses. You wrap your arms around his waist, deepening the kiss.

“Missed you too Eds,” Eddie groans against you, pushing you against the counter.

The two of you kiss some more, allowing yourselves to get lost in each other. When you finally pull back you look into Eddies eyes, they just seem tired. You cup your hand around his face, and his cups your hand with his; grateful for the affection.

“Can I show you something?” he asks, only admiration in his eyes. You kiss him as a yes, and let him guide you back down into the basement. You stomach doing flips remembering the last time the two of you spent time down here. But this time he leads you into the main room. The circular table previously covered in random campaign research, now completely clean except for two stacks of paper in front a chair at the head of the table.

He pulls back the chair, next to the head and ushers you into it. You sit down, looking at him inquisitively. He sits down at the head of the table, clearing his voice before he speaks.

“So, the other day, I really liked seeing that side of you. And I wanted to know if you felt the same way, and if maybe you wanted to do it again,” he confesses, searching for the answer in your eyes. His gaze lights a fire in your belly, and a growing ache between your legs, remember the previous activities down here.

You bite your lip and look at him, trying to find the right words, “I’d like that a lot, I like when you take control,” you confide in him, nudging your leg against his under the table. Eddie takes in a deep breath before speaking again, “I just wanted to go over some more safety stuff, if we are going to really do this, and not have it be a one time thing,” handing you one of the stacks of paper in front of him.

He goes onto explain to you that this is not a contract, but more of a mostly complete list of limits that he wanted the two of you to fill out before playing again. He clarifies that the reason for this is so that neither of you ever accidently make the other feel uncomfortable during a scene. Your eyes looking over the papers curiously, overwhelmed by all the different things listed. He had to explain a few of them to you, him being more experienced than you were. You could feel the tension in the room heating up, and your panties dampening.

Finally, you’re on the last page, your knee bouncing up and down in anticipation.

“Where is Violet?” you ask, a little bit too much excitement in your voice. You see his eyes darken and a smirk splay across his lips.

“She’s working night shift” he says grabbing your chair and bringing it closer to his side, grabbing your thigh harshly.

You let out a shaky breath, you needed this, him. You go to put your hand around his neck to pull him into a kiss, but he grabs your wrist.

“Finish what I’ve asked of you pretty girl” leaving a kiss at the shell of your, evoking goosebumps across your skin.

You swallow hard, all the moisture gone from your mouth. You look back down on the paper, finishing it as fast at you can before looking back up at him for more instructions.

“Good job baby, I’m proud of you. You follow instructions so well” he praises, leaving a light kiss on your cheek. He pulls his eyes away from you for a bit, looking through all of your limits or things you are willing to try. You take this time to do the same with him, shocked by a few things, but even more turned on. Once you’re done reading you look up to see him staring at you hungrily.

“Ready to play sweet thing?” he says, pupils blown in lust.

“Ready,” you say breathlessly, willing air into your lungs.

“One more thing before we start, I like Daddy and Master, just so you know,” he winks at you, and it takes everything in you to stop your knees from buckling.

He takes you by your hand and walks with you to the secret door under the stairs. Your body buzzing, wanting to touch the man in front of you anywhere and everywhere. He opens the door and lets the two of you in. Once the door is closed, he envelops you into a deep kiss, you whimper at his lips on yours.

“Mm fuck, I love your little noises” he hisses, lifting you up by your legs and guiding you to wrap them around his waist. He sits down on the bed, leaving you to straddle his waist. The sheets were changed since you were here last, now a silky maroon color. You take the opportunity to grind your hips down on his lap while he grabs at the skin available to him, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths. His lips tasting like the last cigarette he smoked, chasing his tongue with yours. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, the way his bulge was rubbing against your clit could make you cum right now with how worked up you are. You moan a little louder into Eddies mouth, making him pull back and look at your already fucked out expression.

“Look at you baby, already so desperate” he teases, lifting you off of him for a second to slide your leggings and panties off. He guides you back onto his lap, situating his fingers at your center, swiping them through your folds. Lifting his hands up to find them glistening with your juices.

“And already so fucking wet, such a needy little slut” he says, sticking his fingers into his mouth. You go back to grinding your hips against his bulge, not being able to help yourself, your clit aching with need.

Eddie stills your hips with his hand, grabbing at your ass and tits roughly before taking off your shirt, leaving you naked except your bra. Eddie takes this time to kiss all the skin newly available to him. You moan loudly into the open room, trying your best to obey and not rock your hips against his.

This task became harder and harder the longer his lips were on yours, kissing that spot on your neck that you like, nipping at your lips, kissing your newly exposed nipples. It was all too much, you grind your hips into his without thinking, and that’s when he swiftly turns the turns the two of you over. You can feel the silk sheets against your back, and his hands on your hips. You whine in protest, trying to rock your hips into his once more.

“Awe, my girl just can’t stay still huh? I can help with that,” He taunts, leaving you to lay on the bed, going into the little nightstand on the side of the bed.

He comes back into view holding leather cuffs in his hands, and a sinister look on your face. He takes his time kissing each of your wrists before helping you into the cuffs, doing the same thing with your ankles. You take a look at your wrists, now partially covered by the leather material, it was tight but not too tight. You feel Eddie move around you before grabbing one of your wrists in his hand lightly hearing a clicking sound as he lays it back down on the bed. You go to pick up your wrist again, realizing you can’t. You look at the head of the bed to see your cuff connected to a restraint in the frame. He continues to do the same thing with your other wrist and both of your ankles.

His stare could bore holes into skin the way that it heated you up from the inside. You struggle lightly against the restraints, trying to test how much movement you had in each limb, which wasn’t much. He sits next to you on the bed, palming your face in one of his hands.

“Color baby?” he questions.

“Green!” you say brightly, excited for the adventure ahead of you.

“Doin’ so good for me” he coos, and then his touch is gone and he’s somewhere in the room. You can hear random rustling but you can’t lift up your head enough to see what he’s grabbing.

He comes back next to you seemingly empty handed, and then he lifts up his hands to you to show you his haul. He has a single black die in his one hand, and a vibrating wand in the other.

“So, we’re gonna play a little game, I’m going to roll the dice. Whatever number the dice lands on, is how many times you have to edge until I let you cum.” He says, he usually chocolate brown eyes now almost black with lust.

You lick your lips and think about how to respond, “Y-yes Daddy” you utter, your face heating up at the new pet name. You hear Eddie curse under his breath. He rolls the die next to your head on the nightstand and chuckles. His face coming close to yours with a wicked grin on his face.

“Can you handle three, angel?” he snickers, leaving kisses along your jaw line, nipping lightly. You nod hurriedly, wanting to be good for the man above you. With that he kisses you deeply one more time before spreading your legs, your dripping core on display for him to see.

You watch him spit messily on the wand and then once more on your heat, spreading it generously on your clit. You hiss at the contact, bucking your hips up slightly wanting more. You hear the hum of the vibrator as Eddie turns it on low, your body full of anticipation, waiting for any sort of pleasure. That’s when you feel it, the low vibration against your clit. You squirm against it at first, wanting more already.

Eddie chuckles lowly above you, “I should call you my little bunny by how much you move, would you like that sweetness? To be my little bunny?” he taunts, turning up the vibration higher, pulling a moan from your lips.

“Yes daddy, wanna be your bunny, your good little bunny” you writhe against the restraints. He rewards you by turning up the vibrator another notch, the pressure quickly building in your stomach.

You writhe against the restraints as the pressure becomes too much, coming it waves, so close to sending you over the edge. And then it’s gone, the vibration still audible in the room but you can no longer feel it. You groan in frustration, you were so fucking close.

“Two more baby, then you can cum” he reassures you. He takes this time, to let the fire inside you simmer. He takes off his shirt and his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. You see him palming himself, you bite your lip, wanting nothing more than to worship his cock.

You feel the vibration once again but this time instead of starting out slow, the vibration knocks the wind out of you. Your clit screaming at you for release, the coil inside you already winding tighter and tigher, your curl your toes, willing yourself not to cum. Then the sensation is gone once again, your body now covered in sweat from being so close twice now, your chest heaving heavily up and down.

“You’re doin so good bunny, just one more for me, kay? Still green?” he asks.

You nod your head not trusting your words, whimpers coming out instead. Eddie takes off his boxers, showing off his now very erect and hard cock, making your mouth water. Stroking it a few times before lining it up with your mouth.

“Spit Bunny” he commands.

You whimper and do as you’re told, gathering all the salvia in your mouth and spitting it onto his tip. He sighs and works your spit around his cock, moaning loudly. He’s teasing you, you’re strapped to the bed and can’t even touch him. He is evil incarnate, and you can’t get enough.

You were so entranced by watching Eddie work his hand over his cock you had forgot what the two of you were doing, until you felt the vibration on the highest setting hit your clit.

You yelp in surprise, keeping your eyes on his cock. Thinking about how his cock feels inside of you, how it stretches you out, hits a spot inside of you that you could never reach. You wanted it, no, you needed it, you needed him or you were going to explode. Your orgasm hurtling towards you like a freight train.

“D-Daddy i- please, i- im gonna cum” you gush, holding your eyes tightly closed, willing yourself not to cum before you’re given the okay. But instead, the vibration is gone, and your orgasm ruined.

You wail in frustration, tears welling in your eyes threatening to spill out, legs shaking. You were so desperate you didn’t even know why you were crying. You feel Eddie unclip your restraints, giving you full range of motion again, you rubbed your wrists thankfully. Eddie pulling you into a hug, kissing the tears out of your eyes.

“You did so good for me baby, you’re such a good girl for Daddy,” he mumbles into your skin. You allow him to hold you for a minute before the need between your legs takes over.

You let out the breath you were holding shakily. Looking at him in anticipation. You lie back down on the bed and open your legs, two could play at this game. You swirl your finger around your aching clit, moaning dramatically. Grabbing your left tit, pinching lightly between your two fingers, giving him a show.

Two firm hands grab both of your wrists putting them above your head, “You coulda just asked sweetness, not that I mind the show, I just had something else in mind” he mocks.

He climbs on top of you, lining his cock up at your entrance, swiping it through your soaked folds.

“Beg for it, beg for my cock,” he demands.

“Please, please I need your cock, please please, I’ve been good, please let me have your cock,” you whine.

With that he pushes into your core, both of you moaning in unison. His pace already quick chasing his own high.

“Fuck your pussy is so fuckin tight” he says, eyes closed trying to hold off his own orgasm. He lifts your legs, bending you almost in half, hitting a spot inside that makes you scream.

“Fuck yes, yeah right there, holy fuck!” you wail.

Doing what he’s told he pistons into you harder, making the wet noises in the room get louder and louder. You can feel pressure building inside you, but it feels different, it feels bigger.

“Can I cum, please can I cum?” not being able to hold it off any longer, eyes pleading with Eddie.

“Yeah, baby go ahead, cum for me, cum for daddy,” he groans.

Then your vision whites out, every cell in your body imploding with pleasure, you feel your release spill out of you and onto the sheets, messily.

“Holy shit- fuck!” is the only warning you get before Eddie’s hips stutter, and he spills his seed inside of you.

“What the fuck” is all you can muster in your fucked out state.

“Yeah what the fuck indeed princess, I didn’t know you could squirt” he says breathlessly, scooping you into his arms, the two of you laying next to each other trying to catch your breaths.

“I didn’t either, I’ve never done it before” you confide, Eddies eyes shining bright with pride. You roll your eyes at him, the last thing he needed was a bigger ego.

“Don’t let it go to your head mister,” you say with a jab to his chest.

“No, I absolutely am, thanks though” he says, putting his hand over his chest like he’s accepting a badge of honor.

The two of you spend the rest of the night down there in each other’s arms, eventually, Eddie gives you his t-shirt and goes to grab the two of you a snack and a glass of water.

“Was this okay? I didn’t hurt you or make you upset, right?” he asks.

You shake your head, “No not at all, I loved every second, can’t wait to do it again,” you say with a wiggle of your eyebrows. It makes Eddie crack a smile and leave a small kiss on your head.

“I just like feeling wanted, you know how stuff like this clears your head? It clears mine too, all I need to do is be there for you, and focus on you. Then my brain is quiet, so thank you,” he confesses, stealing a kiss from your lips. You smile up at him, if you could give him the whole world you would in an instant.

“I think I want to tell Vi, I’m nervous but I’m starting to feel guilty hiding all of this from her. I like you a lot, and she deserves to know what makes me happy,” he says looking sleepily in your eyes.

“You make me happy too, we can tell Vi this weekend, okay? I don’t like hiding things from her either,” you reassure him.

He nods back at you sleepily, snuggling in closure to you like a dog. Eventually the two of you fall asleep, completely content.

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morbethgames · 7 months ago

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The Final Part of Chapter 4 Mostly Is Now Live!

So, you guys are probably wondering what the mostly is about. Simply put, there’s a subroute in the final part that I still need to write. Not very long, it won’t be too big of a deal later on, but this scene was blocking me hard. After working on it for 2 months straight I just wanted to move on. Needless to say, if I had to write one more set of variations for how the PC fights the suspect, I was going to go insane. That being said, it is all mostly there. There’s simply one greyed out option is all. I’m going to come revisit this scene when it’s more fresh to me again and when I don’t have to push myself so damn hard and force myself to write it. Along with the final part, I’ll probably be adding a bit more variation to it in general. But, now that that’s out of the way, let me get to the patch notes!

Patch Notes:

Added most of the rest of Chapter 4, which includes another Text Box Investigation Scene!

Added an unlockable extra story of Ryder’s PoV before the after funeral scene.

Multiple gender variable mistakes have been fixed.

Fixed a mistake where Alvarez and Ryder were being referred to as ‘mommy’.

Added a small dialogue variation to Ryder’s train scene where, if you’ve already talked to Alvarez, the PC won’t ask Ryder to clarify details about Alvarez’s age.

Added a small dialogue variation to the talk with Hawks in Dennis’ Office where, if the PC didn’t answer the phone for their brother in Chapter 2, it will reflect that choice.

Fixed the error on my part where the hoplite in the painting in Hawks’ office was being referred to as ‘Roman’ instead of ‘Greek’.

Fixed a bug where, if you chose to talk to Lance first on the train, it wouldn’t give you the option to talk to a second person.

Thank you all so much for sticking with me while I’m pumping this stuff out! It feels like such a weight off my shoulders to be able to just moved on from this scene, and to give myself the room to just come back to it later. Expect the Patreon to pick back up to two posts a week again as I get to start writing all the in between stuff for Chapter 4.5! If you like this story, and you want to support either me or this story, head on over to my Patreon where you can get an early look at extra stories, audiobook readings of this story and other IF’s, original short stories with original characters, and so on.

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We’re getting close for sure everyone. Hopefully, bare minimum, by the end of the year, this story will be completed. I’m excited, scared, and worried all at the same time.

Thank you all again so much for sticking with me.

Stay Brilliant, -Vi

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mayasaura · 1 year ago

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sorry if this has been answered before or if there's a post about this, but I've been seeing a lot of posts labeling harrow as schizophrenic and/or having trouble recognizing reality, including the one you just made about crux as harrow's caretaker and reality-indicator.

I realize that these interpretations come from htn, but I'm curious as why people feel that it's always been a trait of harrow's instead of a side effect of the lobotomy?

I was under the impression that she created the reality problems as an excuse to cover the blocks in her memory, especially since we know that wake/the sleeper didn't possess her until after gtn and most of her confusion happens in the river bubble.

even the "hallucinations" of the body don't really impact her perception of reality, and it's actually alecto's soul not a real hallucination. the only questionable moment I can remember is when she sees cytheria under the bed and ianthe says there's nothing there, but we know ianthe is a duplicitous legend so I read it as ianthe lying to harrow lol

long story short, I was wondering if there was scenes in gtn, ntn, or post-realization htn that indicate harrow has had these reality problems pre-lobotomy? or if you know of a post analyzing it further? sorry to throw this at you, I just haven't seen any analysis of it but I saw your post so I was hoping you would have more info :) I really adore all of your tlt analysis posts!

Hi! Yeah, if you go into my '#harrow's schizophrenia' tag, I've made several posts about it, and other people have added on to a few of them with further elaboration.

But I don't think I've ever laid it out fully like a thesis. And I have several stressful things I should be doing right now, so I can't think of a better time to get into it.

When Harrow's brain is editing Gideon out, there's an effect a little like a record skip. Her memory snags on something, very briefly, and then quickly moves on. Or she'll make an assumption or say something that doesn't actually make sense without Gideon in the picture, but she won't notice. The most prominent example is the details in chapter 3 surrounding her opening of the Tomb:

Just ellipsis "found out" ellipsis to skim over the very large part Gideon had to play in those events. If she were to interrogate the memory, it would be strange that she doesn't remember how her parents found out, but doing so would make her brain bleed. She would black out, and most likely forget what she was trying to remember.

And an example from the same chapter of a statement that doesn't make sense, unless you know about Gideon:

Two things are important about these examples, the first being that they don't upset Harrow. She doesn't think they're strange, because she barely thinks about them, which was sort of the point of the lobotomy in the first place. The second is that they can be immediately explained by plugging Gideon into the Gideon-shaped hole in Harrow's memory. If you know about Gideon, and what Harrow's done, there's no mystery remaining.

In contrast, there are other details in chapter 3 about Harrow's childhood that Harrow did, and does, find strange and upsetting.

Gideon didn't attend services, and she most definitely didn't participate in chants. Putting Gideon back in the picture does nothing to explain the "weird, thuddering beat" Harrow finds disruptive. But it does sound an awful lot like an auditory hallucination, as does hearing doors open and close where no doors were opening and closing.

Maybe we could try to explain the doors by supposing she was hearing Gideon coming and going without remembering the source, but that doesn't really track with how we know her mind processes the missing pieces. If Harrow were papering Gideon over in her memory, it wouldn't be important who was or wasn't opening doors and where. The focus of her memory would quickly shift, just like it did when trying to remember how her parents found out about the Tomb, in order to avoid looking at what she's hidden from herself.

Then there's the next paragraph:

Again, plugging Gideon into this memory does nothing to explain it. Even if Gideon had been in the habit of sneaking up behind Harrow and attempting to choke her out—which, yikes—Harrow has already seamlessly blocked out the memory of one attempted strangulation. Then there are the phantom ropes she sees, her parents' method of suicide haunting her.

The forgetting where she was, losing time, and false memories do seem at first glance like they could be explained by the lobotomy, seeing as that is sort of the whole purpose and effect. But I'm pretty sure even these are real memories. Again, because of the focus of her attention. She's remembering having forgotten, while the lobotomy make her forget to remember.

Then there's Harrow's overall behavior. Her reactions to her hallucinations, especially in the River bubble, which imply that not all of this is new to her. She isn't shocked, or caught off-guard. She has coping mechanisms. She's figured out what evidence she can probably rely on to rule out hallucinations, and what's more likely to be suspect. A lobotomy, even a necromantic lobotomy, doesn't come with built-in tools for coping with its effects. Her memory of her past without Gideon in it is fractured and incomplete, not an entirely new life story with new life lessons.

Finally, from Nona the Ninth, some evidence that Harrow's problems with reality definitely predate the lobotomy:

Crux remembers them.

#the locked tomb #harrow nonagesimus #harrowhark nonagesimus #harrow's schizophrenia #tlt meta #ntn spoilers #harrow the ninth #htn spoilers #long post #such a very long post sorry #op

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13as07 · 7 months ago

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Little Lady #2

(Obito Uchiha)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Hoodie-Posts]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,168

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Power Difference

Hickeys

“Good Girl”

Part 3?

Also, sorry I've been gone for so long. Life has been... well life-ing and I had a tad bit of writers block :/

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My footsteps seem loud as I walk down the street. My heart seems loud too. I don't know what sick game Obito is playing with this whole 'having lunch in public' thing, but I know it makes my stomach churn.

It doesn't take long for the restaurant to fall into view, upsetting my stomach even more. This is a bad idea, a trap even. Thoughts of turning to leave swirl around my mind as I freeze in the middle of the street. Would that make the situation worse? Or better? I don't know. I don't know a lot of things recently, and somehow, they all have to do with the akatsuki member.

My hands shove their way into my pockets, my dominant hand toying with the pocket knife gifted to me as I continue my walk down the street. No black cloak with red clouds in sight and no Obito in sight either. Maybe I should turn around and go home. Pack Daku and me up, high tail it as far away as possible.

Hands slide across my hips, hooking to me as my arms are pressed to my sides, quickly stopping any attempt to stab the person intruding on my body. "Hello my little lady," Obito's soothing voice coos into my ear and a squeeze of my hips.

I glance to the side, being met with the orange mask and cloudy robes I've grown accustomed to. A straw hat with white ribbons and a single bell is added to his usual look, confusing me even more. A disguise perhaps? "Hello, Ob -"

My greeting is cut off, one of his gloved hands jumping up to wrap around my mouth. "Would you like to meet my partner?" He asks, his voice high and chirping instead of the soothing voice I'm used to. I tilt my head, my eyebrows pressed together. Obito has a partner? Why is he so obsessed with me then? Slowly, he pulls away, stalling by my ear for a moment. "Remember, I'm Tobi at work, Little Lady." Oh, it's that kind of partner... oh dear Lord, it's that kind of partner.

He finishes pulling away from me, a hand falling from me as the other one jumps up to my bicep. He uses his grip to turn me around. I'm spun quicker than expected, making me a bit dizzy.

Once my eyes settle, I'm met with a short boy in the same disguise as Obito. Instead of an orange mask poking through the ribbons of the hat, there's a baby face and snips of blonde hair. How young is this kid? Is he seriously an akatsuki member?

"Deidara, this is my Little Lady," Obito introduces, his hand falling back down to my hip, quickly pulling me into his side. I settle my hands on my belt, toying with it as I look at the ground. Why does this feel like an awkward 'meeting your boyfriend's friends' situation? "Little Lady, this is my work partner, Deidara."

"Nice to meet you," I whisper, focusing on my shoes. Great I'm stuck having lunch with two murderers. Two akatsuki members. What could go wrong?

"Nice to meet you too," the shorter man returns my greeting, his voice deeper than I expected. "Aren't you a pretty thing," he continues, leaning forward. He leans close enough that the ribbons of his hat rub against my cheeks, only adding to my nervousness. "What a beautiful piece of artwork."

The man raises his hand, but Obito snatches it before his partner can rub his fingertips across my cheeks. "Nuh uh uh," Obito starts, his grip tightening around his partner's wrist. The hand on my hip dips down a second, easily passing under the hem of my shirt before sliding up again. The material of his glove dances over my skin, just above my waistband. "Don't touch what's not yours, Deidara." His voice is still chirped but has a threatening undertone to it.

Blonde rolls his eyes, snapping his wrist away from Obito. "I didn't know you were so protective of your Little Lady," the boy teases, sending me a sparkly smile. A lady's man I see.

Obito's hand jumps up, clinging to my waist as his fingers dig into my skin. "You know it," he chirps, quickly pushing me in front of me and aiming me down the road. His partner giggles, hands on his head as he follows behind us.

I'm bumped into, Obito's chest against my back no matter how quick my steps are. Anger waves off of him, the angrier he gets the more his partner giggles. "Are you okay?" I whisper, tipping my head up a bit. I don't know why but I'm almost sad to see his mask instead of his face.

His head dips, the plastic of his mask clicking against my head. "I'm fine."

"You're not."

He softly sighs, hand sliding up even further. Obito's fingertips slide over the wire of my bra, making me super nervous with a slow drip of arousal mixed in. For a split second, I almost forget the situation I'm in. "No, I'm not. I don't like seeing Deidara touch you, let alone smiling at you. You're my Little Lady." Just like the small touches, his empathize with the word 'my' makes me tingle with a mix of fear and excitement. This is going to be a long lunch.

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Weight is added to my back, a weight that's more than Daku who's curled up and fast asleep between my shoulder blades. The added pressure makes me panic, my fingers instantly wrapping around the pocket knife curled up under my pillow just like my arms.

"I know I said I'd stop breaking in, Little Lady," Obito's voice whispers closer to me than I thought it would be. The sound of him both calms me and makes me panic. He might be a threat but at least he's a threat I've grown used to. A known threat is better than a new threat. "But, I need your assistance."

I let out a sigh of both relief and annoyance. Maybe I should look into getting a dog. Obito's fingertips dance over my spinal cord, sliding over the bumps of it despite the night-shirt I'm lying in. I'd be lying if I said the soft touches don't help calm my nerves. Dumb akatsuki member. Making me feel weird contradicting shit all the time.

Obito's hand stops rubbing at me for only a beat, long enough to lift Daku off my back. My cat is settled on a bed, a yawn and a stretch coming from him before he curls up again. Soon, his hand is back to rubbing at me, adding gentle pressure occasionally.

"What do you need help with?" I ask my question almost hiding the feeling of his fingertips dipping under my shirt, sliding over the strip of skin above my pajama bottoms. Almost.

"I'm sorry for breaking in again," he whispers, his hand sliding up my back, slowly tugging my shirt up until it rests above my shoulder blades.

"It's fine," I half hiss, half breath out. My skin feels on fire, the flames licking the path laid out by his fingertips. "Obito?"

He hums, the gentle sound of him shifting leading the feeling of his lips brushing against my spinal cord, carefully kissing every vertebrate bump, all the way up to my neck. Fear tangles with a quickly increasing trickle of arousal.

"Sorry, my Little Lady. I'm still a bit upset about your introduction to Deidara," he whispers against the middle of my back, pressing another kiss against me before shifting up again. "Anyway, I have been stabbed again. Only twice this time," he continues, his hand coating down my back once again as he tugs my shirt into place.

"That's good," I whisper, my mind still wispy from the arousal and the quickly shrinking fear. "Wait what?" I ask, snapping out of the fog.

"I got stabbed again."

I shake my head at the man crisscrossed on my bed, pushing myself off my stomach and onto my knees. "You get stabbed a lot. I'm starting to think you're getting hurt on purpose," I tease, a soft giggle following my words.

"I am... to an extent," He mutters, his eyes slowly sliding down me, quickly igniting the snuffed-out spark.

I can't focus on that. For one, Obito is an akatsuki member, and for two, he's getting hurt on purpose. "Why?" I press, leaning over to dig around under my bed, in search of the first aid kit I've decided to keep stashed there.

He waits for me to sit upright, the kit between my knees as I look at him and he looks at me. Well, I'm looking at him, and Obito is looking at my thighs. "I like getting to see you," he starts, his fingers sliding over my knee, slowly crawling up until the tips of them are hidden under my shorts. "I like talking to you. I like looking at you," he continues, leaning forward until his lips are pressed against my neck.

The flames from before start sizzling against my throat, only chilling when Obito's tongue slides out, pressing the flavor of my skin against his taste buds. "Obito," I breathe out, my thoughts hard to keep straight. He hums, the edge of his teeth being added to the attention of my neck and the lack of control over my thoughts. "I'm loyal to my village. I'm not going to betray my home."

"I know," he hums, shifting up a bit before continuing to suck and nibble on my neck. "That's why I won't ask you to choose. I just enjoy my time with you." Obito is pulled away from my neck by now, his finger sliding over my bottom lip, and his crazy eyes locked in the same place.

"Okay," I manage to squeeze out, the oxygen from my lungs seeming to be cut short from his confusion and the overwhelming calm in his eyes. Dear Lord is this what Stockholm Syndrome feels like?

"Can I spend the night? After you fix me up?" I quickly nod my head, completely wrapped up in Obito's gentleness. Ya, ya, definitely Stockholm Syndrome. "Good," he whispers, leaning forward to slide his lips against mine, just as soft and gentle as all his other touches.

The kiss catches me off guard, someone more than the rest even though this kiss has been the most acceptable one so far. If you can say that.

A satisfied hum comes from him, pulling me out of my thoughts. "You looked so pretty when I kissed you. Can I do it again?"

"No," I race out, my disapproval being the front man for the fear crawling up my throat.

Obito's eyes squint for just a moment before they're back to being round and full of happiness. "Alright. I'll give you a moment to settle down and then I'll ask again later if that's alright with you."

"I might say no again."

"But you might not," he counters, his smile growing from my answer. "And the possibility of a yes is good enough for me. Even if it's a fake possibility." I hate the akatsuki and their smug little members.

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My mind is twirling as I wander back and forth around my room, sort of doing laundry but not really. It's taken me five minutes to hang a single shirt, the chaos of my mind making it difficult to focus on a single task.

Obito is asleep in my bed, his limbs thrown around the bed and twisted within my bedsheets as he sleeps. I can't believe I let him spend the night. There is a terrorist, a murderer, an akatsuki member fast asleep in my bed like he has been, all night. I must be insane or something.

I settle on the edge of the bed, laundry forgotten as I look over the man fast asleep. His chest is bare, most of him is bare. Obito stripped down to his boxers to sleep, which made me both nervous and excited again. Even now it forces the two emotions to mix in my chest. His chest is blotchy like I've grown used to. Peachy skin and pure white mix across all of him, though it seems most of it is divided to one side.

"Why are you staring at me, my Little Lady?" Obito's rigged voice mutters, tearing me out of my peeking and making my cheeks heat. "Seems like we've switched spots."

"What do you mean?"

"Usually I'm the one watching you like a creeper while you sleep. Now you're watching me," he tries to tease, helping the fear in my chest win the fight between my emotions. The fear starts to diminish when Obito sits up, stretching out his arms, and making his shoulders flex.

The arousal is winning now, courtesy of his muscles on a show and the burning memory of his lips on my skin last night. My eyes scorch over his muscles, his muscles that I've never seen in the light. "I'm sorry for staring."

He chuckles, moving forward quicker than I'm used to him moving. Obito wraps me up in his arms, tugging me forward and flipping us around. When we're settled, my back is laid against my mattress and I'm propped up on my pillows. His arms are around my waist, a knee rests between my legs, and his head is buried into my neck.

It takes a second for my heart to settle down, the leftover hallow feeling of free not leaving as quickly as I'd like it to. "You're tense. Why are you tense?" Obito asks, his lips already latched onto one of the hickeys he left last night, promising to make it darker.

"You're tense too," I whisper, letting my hands settle on his shoulders.

"Of course I am," he hums, sliding down an inch or two before he starts sucking on my throat again.

"Of course you are?"

Obito chuckles, his kisses going soft again, dancing the exposed skin of my chest. "Yes, of course, I am," he starts, his hands softly massaging my sides. "I just spent the night sharing a bed with the apple of my eye who let me kiss up on her all night. I'm going to be a little tense."

It takes a moment, but his confession does finally click in my head, making my cheeks heat up again. Great, now I accidentally turned on my stalker. He chuckles again, his fingers wrapping around the hem of my shirt as he toys with it. "I'm sorry," I repeat, focusing my eyes on my hands as I massage his shoulders.

"You don't have to be sorry," he mutters, sliding his hand under my shirt, his fingertips slowly crawling up my side. Obito starts sucking on my neck again, this time on the center forcing my head upward. "Do you want to continue?" He whispers, slowly making his way up my throat.

"I don't know," I answer honestly, the massage to his shoulders forgotten as I cling to him. A part of me knows this is bad, that it goes against my village and myself, but another part of me knows I'm on fire and his lips seem to be the only way to cool the flames down.

The hand on my side stalls, just below my bare chest. His fingers go back to work, focused like he can mold the flesh of my side if he focuses on massaging it enough. His lips go light, still dragging across my heck but no longer sucking proof of himself into me. "Then we'll stay just like this until you say otherwise."

I know consent is a basic human right, one that everyone deserves, but for some reason hearing this man who could easily take whatever he wanted regardless of my feelings be so willing to obey such a simple thing is hot. Is this what hooks the girls at work on those dark romance books? A big bad guy known for not taking no for an answer so willing to obey the word from their love interest? Oh my, I'm truly living one of those books right now, aren't I? I think I am. Those girls turn out fine... usually, right?

"Obito?"

"My Little Lady?" He hums, planting slow and dragged-out kisses across my jaw.

"Please?" I whisper, tilting my head down so our noses brush against each other.

"Please what?" He asks, lips teasingly light against mine as the purple and red of his eyes stare back into my eyes. "Do you want a kiss?"

I slowly shake my head, not able to pull away from the different colors. It's a bad idea to look into his eyes. What if he's coaxing me into wanting to kiss? Into wanting more? I've heard of eyes that hold abilities so powerful. "No, I don't," I whisper, pulling away from him. My head turns and my eyes snap closed as I take a breather; maybe the feelings aren't fabricated by Obito. Maybe they are real. I don't know anymore.

"Alright, Little Lady," he hums a drop of disappointment in his words. Obito lays a soft kiss on my cheek before his hand falls, secured gently on my hip like his other one. His head follows suit, tumbling down to rest on my shoulder his nose pressed against my neck. "I wish to go back to sleep unless you want me gone from your home, of course."

"No, you're fine," I utter, my eyes snapping between the wall and Obito's resting place on top of me.

Once the approval to stay is let out, he shifts, both legs caging mine between his instead of his knee resting between my thighs. It takes a moment, but the tension in his body is let out. A long sigh audits Obito relaxing against me, pressing his body weight into mine. "Let me know if you need me to get off."

"I will."

"Good girl."

My body heats up for the two soft-spoken words, the main of the heat jumping to my cheeks and falling down my core. Alright, the feelings stirring in my chest - and way below that - aren't fabricated, that's for sure.

"What am I going to do with you?" I ask him, my focus set on Daku's cat tree propped up in the corner of the room.

"Love me is what I'm hoping for," Obito whispers into my skin again, pairing the soft words with an equally soft kiss. "But I know that's going to take some time for you to get to, especially with the fears I caused with our introduction. That's alright, I'll wait for you, my Little Lady."

I'll wait for you, my Little Lady. I'll wait for you. I'll wait.

His words echo in my head as I let myself relax against the pillows behind me. Stockholm Syndrome or dark romance story? I guess only time will tell.

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #obito uchiha oneshot #obito oneshot #obito uchiha x reader #obito x reader #obito uchiha

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leafostuff · 1 year ago

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Eyes On me [Ft. IVE's Liz]

Tags: panic attacks comfort, fluff, girlfriend!Liz

Author's note: It's been a while since I wrote for IVE, but I hope this one will do well. Plus, this will be a callback to my wattpad Era, where I used to do more comfort fics.

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there are three kinds of nights in your life.

The first kind is the normal nights, which after hitting the gym, eating dinner, taking a shower, and living overall like a functioning member of society you find yourself falling asleep at 11 PM, maybe 12 AM if you are really not that tired.

The second kind is the nights where you decide to laugh at the concept of sleep, channel your inner shut in and play video games for the whole night, or just goof off with your friends on discord until the sun rises

However, sometimes you have those nights where you find yourself in your bathroom at 3 AM, throwing up all of the food you ate in the entire day and overall being miserable?

Unfortunately, tonight was the third kind of night.

Do you have any idea how you got to this situation? Nope, all you could remember is that around 1 AM, you could only feel your stomach hurting like crazy, your anxiety levels going to the 11 forcing you to go to the bathroom to try and calm yourself

However, even after an hour this was to no avail since still you found yourself throwing up while your eyes were full of tears. "Absolutely fantastic, now the one thing that can fuck me up is-" your thoughts were suddenly stopped by a light touch on your shoulder

As you look up you find your girlfriend Kim Jiwon looking at you, she was wearing a white sweatshirt, which was probably stolen from your closet.

Long black hair just like the night sky and eyes that could show sadness was the only thing you could see from your fully teared eyes as your girlfriend kneeled down before you, letting her arms wrap around your body.

"Another anxiety attack?" She asked since those events were not new to your girlfriend, at least once a month she had to stay up all night with you to try and relax you, to the point it was impressive how she still wanted to stay with you

5 minutes of brushing your teeth and a spare change of pajamas later you walked toward your shared bed with Jiwon as she looked at you with a weak smile, but it was enough to make you feel happy and in the same time: somehow guilty

"Do you know what happened that you are feeling like that?" You simply shook your head in response as she just sighed, "Oh well, it's OK... let's just go to the bed ok? After you brush your teeth" she added, trying to close her nose to block the scent of the puke.

"I don't deserve you." That was the first thing you said while you inched slowly toward Jiwon as she laid her head on your shoulder.

"Ahhhh, so that is what you are anxious about?" She asked while she turned on the TV to a random episode of friends. You could only nod as your girlfriend pulled you into an embrace

"I just..." You hesitated, which in reaction Liz leaned and kissed your forehead. Even after numerous times, she has done that it still surprises you

"Just what?" she asked, he eyes pleading for an answer as you couldn't handle it anymore

"That I am too anxious for you" her reaction could only be puzzled as she tilted her head sideways, letting you explain

"You just... deserve someone who isn't depressed all the time or a scar-" You were shutted by your girlfriend's lips on yours, their sweet taste however was short.

"I. Will. Always. Love. You, " Liz said, each word was spoken clearly as your cheeks turned red from embarrassment. However, as you tried to turn away, both her palms on your cheeks, forcing you to look at her pleading eyes.

"Eyes On me okay baby? I will always love you, say it" she requests as you have no choice but to sigh and comply

"I will always love you" you recited her words as she smiled cutely and pecked your lips.

"Good, now... let's go sleep okay, baby?" She asked, however, as her hands went over to your back she could feel you shake.

"...you are still stressed, right? It's ok, let me help you relax, " she said as her hands reached to your back under your shirt, her fingers lightly tapping on your back, causing you to instinctively let your head find its rest on her chest.

You slowly start to destress yourself by taking deep breaths, "Good baby...I'm here for you," she said while pecking your forehead, "you need this sleep...more than me" she added as you finally close your eyes, the first snore is able to be heard from your unconscious self.

And the last words you manage to hear before fully drifting into dreams.

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#kpop fanfic #kpop #fluff #kpop fluff #ive lockscreens #ive messy moodboard #ive fluff #ive #ive liz

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vaya-writes · 26 days ago

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Infernal Assistance (Option Four) - 3

You’ve been struggling to survive in a zombie apocalypse. Things are looking really bad before a demon swoops in to help. But that demon is an incubus. And he’s in need of help too.

Reader (GNC pronouns, AFAB, asexual spectrum) x incubus (cis male). Situationship. Allies to lovers. Zombie apocalypse AU. Banner by saradika-graphics. Wordcount: 2000.

Content Warnings: apocalypse setting, oral sex, reader has chronic pain, discussion of chronic pain affecting sex. Please let me know if you'd like anything else added.

If you noticed the continuity break, no you didn't <3

Masterlist - A03 - Previous

You’re startled awake by the knock at your door. Sleep has been fitful ever since the world ended. Every sound startles you awake; ready to face a horde breaking down your door.

But this knock is polite, and it’s enough to remind you of the events of yesterday.

“Just a second-” you call, sitting up and giving yourself time to breathe. To settle your heart.

You stand with a groan. It seems one night of bedrest isn’t enough to erase the pain of three nights sleeping on cold concrete. But it’s a start.

You cross the room on shaky legs and unlatch the door. Squint up at Veron, eyes still adjusting to the morning light.

He smiles down at you. “Good morning. I thought you might want to rise early today. Take advantage of the light.”

He’s chipper. You’d assumed he’d play a more passive role in clearing the building. Waiting for you to take the lead and make the plans.

Still. His initiative doesn’t bother you. You just wish he’d waited until you’d recovered from the ordeal on the roof.

You wipe the sleep from your eyes. “Sure. I’ll get dressed.”

His hand catches on the door. “Before you do...” He tilts his head, polite smile turning strained. “... might I...?”

Yesterday had been such a blur. You know what you agreed to, but you haven’t had time to properly process it. To think about the salacious details, or to let your anxiety grow.

“Have breakfast?” You supply, voice a little faint.

His smile relaxes. “Yeah. That.”

“How do you want to-”

He nods towards your bed. “You could lay down and I could go down on you again. Make it nice and relaxing for you?”

You let out a long breath and nod. You’re glad he’s content to take things slow. You hadn’t let yourself consider the details yesterday, but sexually gratifying a stranger is intimidating. Especially when you have little choice in the matter.

You shuck your pants off and climb back onto your bed. Take comfort in the texture of your blankets. The curve of your pillow.

Veron kneels at the foot of your bed, and you close your eyes to block out his imposing figure.

You expect weight. Too large hands wrangling your legs into position. Attention to your slit nearly immediately.

Instead he huffs. His voice is gentle when he speaks; “Let’s clean you up first, yeah?”

You hear the click of his fingers and feel a tingle against your skin. It only lasts a moment, but afterwards everything feels... lighter? Clearer? It’s hard to describe.

You open your eyes and look down at yourself. It’s almost indistinguishable but... you’re clean.

You sit up and stare.

Veron chuckles. “First prestidigitation?”

Arms out, you touch your skin. “Yeah.”

“It won’t fix any itching or reactions you’ve had to being dirty. Nothing like a wash to do that. But it will remove surface dirt and sweat.”

He nudges your shoulder. Claws circle your ankle. “Now lay down. Make yourself comfortable.”

You do as he says and close your eyes again. It’s noticeably easier to relax. Even your sheets feel cleaner. You press your cheek against your pillow and exhale. Perhaps he’d cleaned your bed too.

He doesn’t release your ankle, instead working his digits into the meat of your calf. Probing your muscles and rubbing soothingly over your sore spots. You realise he’s settling in to give you a massage, and can’t help but relax further. You definitely could do with one.

He takes his time, turning your legs into jelly without even making it sexual, kneading your flesh and banishing the worst of the pain in your lower half. You're so relaxed by the time he makes it to your hips that you don’t even tense as he removes your underwear. Instead your legs loll open when he starts massaging your groin, firm touches lightening as he strokes your labia and your mons.

He ignores your clit, taking a more sensual approach, thumbing your folds and encouraging blood-flow.

Your arousal sneaks up on you, leaving you in ignorance until your clit begins to swell, and you become slick.

“There you go,” Veron murmurs, almost coos at your pussy, before spreading it open.

You flinch, only just noticing how badly you need to be touched. To feel some kind of pressure, some friction between your legs.

Veron shushes you before leaning in to kiss your clit. A chaste string of pecks that quickly devolve into messy, sloppy kisses. He punctuates them with little sucks and brushes of his tongue.

You can’t help but tremble and pant. It’s about all you can do in your relaxed state.

He’s in no rush to get you off. If there’s any desperate hunger, it’s impeccably disguised. Everything about his touch is worshipful; reverent. If yesterday’s oral was entirely for him, then in comparison, today’s is entirely for you.

You lose track of time, entirely focused on the heat between your thighs and way it makes your thoughts fuzzy. Until your orgasm, like your arousal, sneaks up on you, and you’re suddenly cresting a wave of pleasure you hadn’t noticed looming.

Your knees clamp shut around Veron’s head and your hands fist in the sheets. You come louder than you think you’ve come in years.

He doesn’t seem to mind, gripping you by the hips and repeating that little motion with his tongue – the one that has you arching off the bed – prolonging your orgasm for all it’s worth.

Until finally you fall silent, body turning limp.

Like yesterday, Veron doesn’t pull away immediately. He takes his time releasing you, going back to rubbing your legs, working his way down to your feet until you’re luxuriating in the high of endorphins.

When he thinks you’ve basked enough, he drops your feet to the bed and gives your leg a pat. “How was that?”

It’s a struggle to even speak. The best you can do is give him a weak thumbs up.

He huffs a laugh and makes himself comfortable at the foot of your bed. You might be bothered by his insertion into your room and private space if it weren’t for how good he just made you feel.

Minutes trickle by and you suspect Veron is waiting for something. Regardless, you take your time, grounding yourself again and waiting for the rush to dissipate. Until finally you speak into the silence.

“I don’t remember the last time it felt that good.”

His brow furrows, but he still pauses to consider his words. “It was a... nice size. A good long orgasm. Not what I’d consider spectacular.”

You close your eyes. Yeah. You don’t want to look at him if you’re going to have this conversation.

“It didn’t hurt. And you were... patient.”

The silence is heavy.

His words are careful when he breaks it. “Does it usually hurt? When you come?”

You give a noncommittal shrug. “I just mean. It’s nice not to have a crick in my neck from staring at my phone, or a sore hand and wrist from taking too long. Coming is nice, but not usually worth the pain I experience trying to do so.”

His hand rests on your ankle again. Soothing motions made with his thumb against your skin. His attempt at comfort.

It’s... nice.

“I’m sorry you deal with that. I’ll do what I can to make sure all your orgasms feel worth it.”

You don’t know if it’s the sentiment or the seriousness of his tone, but suddenly there are tears trying to squeeze out from your eyelids. The world has ended, and somebody still has it in them to be mindful of your chronic pain.

You smile up at the ceiling. “Thanks.”

It’s terrifying, leaving the safety of your room.

Veron goes ahead of you, searching two of your neighbouring apartments. He’s thorough. You’d specifically instructed him to check under beds and tables, inside cupboards and wardrobes; basically anywhere a person could fathomably fit and hide (and turn into a zombie and climb out to surprise you).

Once the apartments are deemed clear you follow behind, bringing boxes and bags. You do a brief survey of the spaces, jotting down on paper what kind of supplies are present. Your sense of relief grows with each opened door and cupboard.

The kitchens are your first port of call. And though neither are abundantly stocked, both have clearly been untouched in the weeks since society collapsed.

Vernon tactfully ignores the way your eyes begin to water as you work. He keeps out of the way, searching other rooms, mostly snooping. You appreciate his discretion.

Most of the refrigerated foods are spoiled. There are a few sealed drinks that are salvageable, but it turns your stomach just opening the door long enough to fish them out.

You raid the linen cupboard. You haven’t been able to change your sheets in so long, and the prospect on sleeping on clean (if a little dusty) sheets has you giddy. Sure, Veron might be able to magic them clean, but his energy is another resource that should be carefully rationed. Especially when he needs to feed on you to keep powered.

But the true bounty of today is in the bathroom. You nearly start weeping again when you enter the room and spot multiple rolls of toilet paper.

Veron interrupts this time. “You good?”

You force your expression into something resembling neutrality (or just normal levels of relief and happiness instead of the teary-eyed mess you’re quickly becoming) before nodding at him. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’m going to take some of this furniture to the hall. We should have enough to build a partial barricade.”

You nod your agreement. “Can you check in later to escort me back? I don’t want to make trip alone. At least not while my hands are full.”

His eyes flick to your already growing pile of supplies. “Sure.”

It doesn’t take you long to assemble what you what to take back home. Food, water, toiletries, sheets. A book, some sturdy looking bags, some medications. Stationary, a screwdriver, some duct tape... Until there’s a pile by the door and you’re categorising everything else in the apartment. Thoughts ablur about your future plans. Because suddenly you have a future.

And yeah, there are a bunch of survival things to think about. Habits you need to stop and adjust, to be sustainable long term. Waste management, long term food solutions, building on your water catchment system... But they’re good problems to have. Significantly better than starving in your house and dying in your bed.

Left with nothing to do with your hands, you sit on the couch and wait for Veron to return. You’re just thinking of fetching more paper and starting a to do list when you hit a wall and your legs turn leaden. Standing to fetch a pen suddenly seems like a monumental effort.

You’ve never been a font of endless energy, and you’ve been so hyper-fixated on the task at hand that you’ve forgotten to pace yourself, to stop and take your usual breaks. Besides, you’ve been cooped up for so long and you’re malnourished. You’re bound to have less stamina than you had before.

It’s okay though. You’re just tired. A few minutes of sitting will fix you right up. You can get up and write that to do list later. There’s no point burning through all your energy before lunch.

You loll your head back and let out a long breath. Yeah. You can afford a break.

Pep talk successful, you sink further into the couch, content to rest a moment. You turn your thoughts towards that to do list, barely noticing when your sluggish processes turn light and cloudy, slipping out of grasp.

Despite the unfamiliar setting, despite being slumped over a stranger’s couch-

You drift off.

#thank you for your patience everyone #vaya writes #please excuse the subpar quality #a little out of practice #for anyone wondering #the continuity was regarding the prestigitation being used last chapter #i liked how it was in this chapter better tho #monster romance #incubus #demon romance #monster x reader #and i thought fuck it lets give them chronic pain too #this can be my comfort reader #whom i project my insecurities and problems onto

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kimoralov3 · 1 year ago

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preschool teacher george

a/n: so me and jess (@arkofblake) do a lot of slides nights and tonight (like a week ago when this is being posted) we gave different characters jobs and i was like omg george would be the perfect preschool teacher and now here i am furthering these delusions also in case you haven't noticed both the twins, sirius, and remus have been added to the list of characters i write for

warnings: george with children, children in general, reader is referred to as auntie, swearing

ok so usually your sister would drop off your niece at school

but today she ended up having to go in super early because of an emergency, so you offered to take maisie to school today

the school is like a few blocks away from her house so the two of you just walk there

obviously she's like 4 so you walk her to her classroom

and you're saying your goodbyes, and you're literally like 2 seconds from leaving when she's like "wait, let me introduce you to my favorite teacher!"

she's off before you can even respond

so you just stand there for a few minutes, waiting on her to come back

you were expecting her to come back with a sweet little old lady or something

imagine your surprise when she comes back holding the hand of a very tall, very handsome man

"auntie, this is mr. weasley, mr. weasley, this is my auntie!"

the two of you make eye contact and you give him a little wave

"ah, so you're the famous aunt that little maisie is always talking about? well it's a pleasure to meet you!"

he holds his hand out for you to shake and of course you do because it would be rude not to???

"it's nice to meet you as well! maisie says that you're her favorite"

the two of you chat for a few minutes and the whole time he literally cannot take his eyes off of you

maisie has literally run off somewhere to play with her friends and the two of you are still making small talk

eventually another one of the teachers comes over and gently reminds him that he needs to get back to work

before he leaves he asks if you're going to be picking maisie up today and you say yes without hesitation

even though you haven't asked her mother yet whoops

but the two of you exchange a few words of goodbye before you practically SPRINT back home

when your sister gets home you're like "why didn't you tell me maisie's teacher was hot as shit"

and she's just fucking laughing at you because you're so upset over this (as you should be because hiding george weasley from someone?? criminal)

and that's when you remember that you promised that you'd pick up maisie today

ofc she let's you because she is finding this way more amusing than she should

so you best believe that you are outside that classroom at 3:30 sharp

it seems like george has also been waiting for this moment because he decides to personally walk maisie out today

when he sees you his whole demeanor brightens up

he talked his coworkers to death about how pretty you were, so when you came to pick up maisie they handle all the other kids so the two (three) of y'all can talk amongst yourselves

a/n: i ran out of ideas but i WILL be coming back to this because it is simply too cute

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x fem!reader #kimoralov3

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ethan49gold · 6 days ago

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GOLDEN TRANSFORMATION

The air in the locker room of the Black Hounds was stifling, filled with a heavy mix of disappointment and resentment. The team had just lost the championship match against the Golden Army, a devastating 3-2 defeat that hung like a storm cloud over the players.

Sitting on the benches were three of the Hounds’ most prominent players: Leon, their star striker, Darius, the unyielding defender, and Marco, the agile midfielder. Their jerseys clung to them, damp with sweat, as they tried to catch their breath, still reeling from the brutal match. They had given everything—Leon had scored both goals, Darius had thwarted some of the Golden Army’s most aggressive plays, and Marco had orchestrated the midfield like a maestro. And still, it wasn’t enough.

The coach’s voice boomed, cutting through their thoughts. “Leon! You missed that final shot! You could’ve tied it!” “Darius! Where was your head in the last five minutes? You let them slip through!” “And Marco! What kind of midfield play was that? You let them control the game!”

The three players exchanged glances, their frustration boiling over. It wasn’t just the coach. Their teammates muttered amongst themselves, pointing fingers and casting blame. Leon’s fists clenched. They fought harder than anyone, and yet they were the scapegoats.

“I’m done with this,” Leon growled, standing abruptly. His fiery expression prompted Darius and Marco to follow. The three stormed out of the locker room, leaving behind the bitter cacophony of blame.

As they stepped into the hallway leading to the field, the sound of celebration reached their ears. The Golden Army players were gathered under the bright stadium lights, their golden kits glinting as they celebrated their victory. Their laughter and cheers echoed through the space as they poured water on one another, exalting in their unity.

Leon, Darius, and Marco walked closer, their anger simmering. Their damp jerseys stuck to their skin, and exhaustion weighed heavily on their shoulders. Seeing the Golden Army celebrate so openly, so joyously, felt like salt in their wounds.

“They’re still rubbing it in,” Marco muttered, his tone dark. “They’re the reason we’re being blamed,” Darius added, his jaw tightening.

Leon didn’t say anything. His eyes were fixed on the Golden Army players, the fire of resentment flickering dangerously. As they got closer, his fists tightened, ready for a confrontation.

One of the Golden Army players noticed them. He was tall and broad, with an undeniable presence that seemed to radiate confidence. His golden eyes glinted in the stadium lights as he approached. The three Hounds braced themselves for a smug comment, maybe even some taunt.

Instead, he smiled and extended his hand. “That was a hell of a match,” the player said. “You guys pushed us harder than anyone has this season. You even beat some of my golden brothers in key plays. Leon, those two goals? Incredible. And Darius, I still feel the block you made in the second half. Marco, you made us work for every inch of the field. Respect.”

The three Hounds froze, their anger suddenly dissipating. This wasn’t what they expected. Leon, caught off guard, slowly shook the player’s hand, while Darius and Marco exchanged hesitant glances.

Before they could respond, a waterboy from the Golden Army appeared, offering them cold drinks. “You guys look like you could use this,” he said cheerfully. “Great game out there.”

They hesitated but accepted the drinks. The cool water felt like salvation after the grueling match, and the gesture left them even more perplexed. The Golden Army wasn’t just celebrating their own victory—they were acknowledging their opponents' efforts too.

As they sipped their drinks, Leon, Darius, and Marco watched the Golden Army more closely. The celebration wasn’t just about the players who had scored or made crucial saves—it included everyone. Players who hadn’t even stepped onto the field were drenched in water, laughing and cheering alongside their teammates. Even a player who had fumbled a critical pass was being embraced and lifted onto shoulders.

“They’re... celebrating as a team,” Marco said quietly. “No blame, no finger-pointing,” Darius added, his voice tinged with envy.

Leon’s expression softened as he watched the Golden Army pour water on one another, their golden kits sparkling. The contrast to their own locker room was stark.

As they turned to head back, the waterboy suddenly appeared behind them, rolling a barrel of shimmering golden water. Before they could react, he tipped it over, drenching the three of them.

“Hey!” Leon barked, spinning around. Darius and Marco glared, their anger rekindled.

The waterboy smiled innocently. “Just part of the celebration! You played a great match, and everyone deserves to shine a little.” His tone was light, but something about his words seemed to hang in the air, heavy and enticing.

Leon’s protest caught in his throat. He suddenly felt... different. The cool water clung to his skin, seeping into his jersey and spreading warmth through his body. The golden hue reflected in the puddle beneath him caught his eye, and he glanced down. His jersey seemed brighter, the fabric shimmering faintly.

Marco stepped back, shaking his head as if to clear it. “What... what was in that water?” he muttered.

The waterboy stepped closer, his tone soft but persuasive. “Don’t fight it. You’ve seen it, haven’t you? How they celebrate. How they welcome everyone, no matter what. No blame. No resentment. Just unity, strength, and excellence.”

Darius blinked, his hands brushing against his jersey, which was now shifting in color. The Black Hounds’ dark crest faded, replaced by the radiant insignia of the Golden Army. “This... this isn’t real,” he said, his voice unsteady.

“Isn’t it?” the waterboy asked, his golden eyes glinting. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The warmth, the acceptance. You don’t need to stay with a team that doesn’t value you. You could have this.” He gestured toward the Golden Army, still celebrating together under the lights.

Leon, Marco, and Darius exchanged uneasy glances. They were ready to argue, to resist, but the waterboy’s words seeped into their minds like the water into their clothes. Their frustration and anger with the Hounds began to melt away, replaced by a strange longing.

“Look at them,” the waterboy said, his voice a soothing whisper. “Even now, they’re celebrating their weakest links. They lift each other up. And you? You gave your all out there. They’d embrace you. Celebrate you.”

Leon opened his mouth to protest, but he found himself stepping closer to the Golden Army instead. His teammates followed, their movements slow and almost trance-like. They didn’t notice the full transformation of their uniforms, the way their wet kits now gleamed in radiant gold, mirroring the Golden Army players.

The three stood at the edge of the celebration, their hearts pounding. The Golden Army players turned to them, smiling and extending their arms in welcome. Leon glanced at Marco and Darius, who seemed just as dazed as he felt. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, one of the Golden Army players threw water over them, pulling them fully into the group.

The waterboy watched from the sidelines, a satisfied smile on his face. As the celebration continued, Leon, Marco, and Darius laughed and cheered with the Golden Army, never noticing their complete transformation. Their kits now gleamed as brightly as the rest, their Black Hounds identity washed away in the flood of gold.

#golden army #gold army

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saltyyuuri · 4 days ago

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🖋️Writers Block 🖋️

Iso x fem! Reader

Part 7

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7

Words; 2800

Warnings; mentions of NSFW and vulgar language . This will be copy pasted on every chapter.

🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️🖋️

For the next weeks you are completely absorbed with writing your books- because the moment you started writing the second one, you also started writing the entire series without stopping. You had spent two entire weeks, not taking a day off, writing non-Stop. There has been a few instances where Jett decided to butt in your office, playing one of the songs from Hamilton, "Non-stop" , to pester you slightly-

But honestly you were so absorbed with your work that you didn't take a moment to even acknowledge her. Jett and Iso ended up giving you a bit of space for the time that you were just completely absorbed with your own work- even though they felt a little neglected, they kind of understood your point of view.

You were working on a series that anytime you mentioned it you said you were going to make it one of your best series yet- that you wanted it to become your best seller and that the idea that came to mind was one of your favorite ones so far. You were pouring your soul out onto this- and even Iso was starting to have trouble to pull you away from your computer to get proper rest and take care of yourself.

You did however apologize for the time that you were taking away from him- promising that once this was done you would give back all that time, you just just wanted to write this entire thing since you were on the bubble of creativity, and that you have the energy to just do it all in a go.

2 weeks straight, within that time you managed to complete two books, and you were missing the fourth one-the one that would be breaking everything back down. That meant probably an extra week, and that meant having to ask Jett and Iso to be patient with you for just another week.

You saved a copy of the third book on your hard drive, just like you did for the first and second, making sure not to lose anything. You sent in the third book to the editor-which of course they called you a bit insane for being able to write everything so fast- but accepted it nevertheless.

It was around 7:00 p.m., not too late-since you had some free time tonight you decided you were going to do something with Iso - take him out on a date since you were done with the third book and had some spare time for the evening. You immediately sent him a message, telling him to meet you at your dorm and to dress nicely.

You on the other hand headed back to your dorm to take a shower, do some proper self-care and slide on a nice dress- it was a long sleeve V-neck simple black dress, which you paired up with a pair of heeled boots, a white trench coat and some silver jewelry. By the time you were done applying some perfume, you heard a knock at your door.

Your heels clicked on the floor of your room, swinging open the door with a smile. "Yu!" You called out, smiling even wider when you saw him. "Good evening - you look really pretty-" He said, looking you up and down, a slight blush on his face as he was shamelessly checking you out. To be fair, you had been dressed in only pajamas and sweats for the past two weeks, so you really don't blame him for that reaction.

"Thank you, and you look hot in a button up shirt -" you pointed out as you fiddled with the collar of his shirt, smirking slightly. "Hm- if it weren't for the fact that I already have taken reservations for restaurant, I would have asked if I could have you for dinner-" you added- leaning into place a kiss on his cheek before walking out of your room, your hand in his.

He blushed a bit, but smirked. "I mean-" he started off before you interrupted him. "Love, I already put down my credit card for that reservation. If I cancel now I'm still paying for the table." You cut him off, giggling slightly. He let out a slightly disappointed sigh, but followed you along towards the parking garage.

He was going to be driving there since you still didn't have your car, so you got in the passenger seat, making yourself comfortable that's the passenger princess. He put the car on drive and started making his way towards the address you put in the GPS. "So... What has you in such a good mood tonight?" Iso asked , smile on his face. "Are you done writing your series?" He asked you once again.

"I'm done writing the third book but I still have one to go-" you said, your head turning to look at him immediately. " But I swear I only have one left, so it's one more week and then I'm free -" you said in a reassuring tone, one of your hands going to rest on his thigh. Iso felt his face heat up at the touch, keeping his focus fully on the road.

"Oh- ... It's only one more week, it's not that bad." He said softly, smiling as he spoke. You paused for a moment, your hand still on his thigh, your mind wandering just a bit. "I do want to apologize for locking myself up while I work on my books-I know it probably seems like I'm neglecting you, But I'm just trying to get through it all as quickly as I can to not only not forget my ideas-but also allow me more free time." You said, just trying to put some sense into what you were doing.

"And I really felt the need to say it, because I know I haven't been the most talkative for the past two weeks. But just know, as soon as I'm done, my entire attention spawn is all yours. And I won't jump back into another series or another book immediately- I'll let this one simmer." You continued, giving his thigh a small squeeze as you spoke.

"(Y/n), you don't need to apologize, I understand. You're just caught up with your work." He said, taking one of his hands off the wheel to take the one that was on his lap into his, interlacing his fingers with yours. "I appreciate that you're taking time off this evening to spend it with me, but I wouldn't have held it against you if you decided to continue working."

You simply stared at him for a short moment before finally speaking up. "How are you so perfect - I swear-" you mumbled out, your cheeks turning a bit pink at the statement you made. He chuckled, squeezing your hands lightly.

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And so, the next week came along and just as you predicted, you are completely absorbed in your work, not wanting to be disturbed unless it was someone bringing you food because you inevitably forgot again.

You are so focused on your idea, nothing was pulling you out of it. You ended up writing a lot more than you had expected yourself to-meaning that last book was going to be a bit longer than expected, but you didn't care. You just wanted it to be perfect-you wanted it to have that exact plot twist, with these exact details and you also wanted that shocking extra NSFW scene that would leave your audience talking about it for ages.

You wanted it all- and you made sure it was perfect. Even though as you were done typing it, you took the time to read the final book over, making sure you didn't miss anything and that everything was strategically placed correctly in the timelines.

That's what you have been doing for the entire day, just rereading the entire thing. By the end of it, you saved your copy, sending it into the editor afterwards. And that was it-that writers block you were fighting off when you came here was gone, leaving place to this four book series that you deem to be one of your best ones yet- all on this hard drive.

You stared at the hard drive in your hand- and then an idea I came to your mind. One that you think both Jett and Iso would appreciate- plugging the hard drive back into your laptop before clicking away, working up a little plan on your end.

After maybe half an hour, your plan was complete, all put into a nice little Zip file. You have turned your four books into PDF copies, deciding to send out that zip file to Iso and Jett. You sent it via email just because- the only thing you wrote was "Here it is. Early access for you guys- enjoy :)".

And then you finally relaxed in your chair, letting out a sigh of relief. You finally shut your laptop, this time it was going to be for a good while. You stayed there for a few minutes, as if basking in the aftermath of all your hard work-even if it wasn't out yet, you knew it was going to be good.

It was only a few minutes later that you finally pushed yourself off your chair and out your office, making your way back to your room to settle down for the night. You texted Iso goodnight as usual, then deciding to turn off your phone to get a good night's rest-actually knocking out for more than just 6 hours.

And when you woke up the next day, sometime around noon, you picked up your phone to check your messages-surprised to see that they were empty. You wondered if maybe the email didn't send out- or maybe if they just didn't check their phones? You didn't want to worry about it too much, so you just decided to head to the training room for the day, knowing you usually would find those two there.

Except you didn't. It was already odd enough not to find Jett doing some weird stuff here-but not having Iso do his usual practice? That definitely striked you as odd. You decided to stick around a bit, chatting with some of the other agents, thinking that maybe at some point they would show up-

But it was already late afternoon and there was no sign of either. So you headed towards the common kitchen-making yourself dinner. Once again, no sign of Jett or Iso. You have time to cook yourself dinner, eat it and even do your dishes and there was still nothing, not even a message.

So you thought enough was enough-it was already 7:00 p.m., and you made your way towards Iso's dorm to look for him. You knocked on his door a couple of times but there was no answer-so you just walked in.

What you didn't expect was to see him look up at you, there was an unreadable expression on his face as he had his phone in his hand, plugged in. There was bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept, also looking like he was taking a second to register you were actually in the room. "Hey-" he said quietly, looking back down at his phone for a short moment.

"Hey indeed-what were you doing all day?" You asked him curiously, shuting the door behind you as you made your way towards the bed. He looked up once again from his phone, blinking a few times before speaking up. "Reading your books- I'm already starting the third one." He said-his attention shifting immediately after.

You paused-now realizing that those two have probably been reading up your book series-and he seemed to have pulled an all-nighter as if those books had got him hooked. You weren't sure if you should just interrupt his reading to tell him to at least take a nap-or let him be. You ended up just deciding to lay beside him in bed, propping yourself in a way so that you were able to see the screen too.

You read along with him, reading your own story as he did the same. Your book series - about the protagonist being an assassin who ended up retiring- was filled with small plot twists, and up to the third book the plot twists were just to keep people hooked, drop little hints. You knew by the moment he would be on the 4th book, that's when the stuff would hit the fan.

7:00 p.m. turned into midnight-and he was already past halfway in the book, while you were just completely passed out, sleeping beside him. Iso was honestly way too hooked to want to pause-but seeing you sleep beside him finally made him put down his phone.

He promised himself the moment he woke up he was going to continue-because if there was one thing that was certain, is that you were right when you said that this was going to be your best book series.

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The next day, by the end of the evening, you were already in your room on your phone, passing time scrolling social media. Iso was too caught up on your book series, so you didn't want to bug him. And you assumed that Jett was probably doing the same- so you just passed time alone.

Or at least that was until the two of them barged into your room at the same time- Jett yelling something as she had tears in her eyes and Iso just looking shocked. "Woah what-" you jumped, not expecting them to barge in that way.

"SHE WAS A TRAITOR??" Jett yelled, hiccuping slightly, unable to hold back her emotions. Iso on the other hand looks like he was trying to find something to say- taking an extra moment. "Jett, calm down, its just fiction-" you said, immediately trying to help her calm down a bit-but your attempts are futile. "No! HOW COULD YOU MAKE HER THE TRAITOR?!" She yelled out again before tears actually streamed down her face-

Before you can respond- Iso finally spoke up. "You... You actually did the knife play. I'm not even that mad about the traitor- I'm just-... How are you so descriptive of that-please understand I'm mildly concerned-" he finally said, making you cackle just lately before Jett continued sobbing. "Iso I promise it was just the fruits of my imagination-" you said a bit sheepishly as you tried to console Jett.

You were currently hugging her she was crying in your shoulder- trying to get over the ending of your book- while Iso was practically staring at you blankly. "I'm really concerned as to how you can imagine that so vividly-and put it down on paper as if it was describing an apple-" He said, shaking his head slowly.

"what-did I maybe awaken a new kink?" You asked him teasingly- smirking as you spoke to him. "No! God no- I wouldn't imagine doing that to you-" he said, his face going a bit pale as you burst out laughing. Jett finally started calming down, lifting her head from your shoulder for a moment. "Wait... So you two are dating?" She asked, making sense of what was going on, putting aside her breakdown from your book serious for the moment.

"You haven't told her?" Iso asked you, looking at you a bit incredulously. "I .. I will admit it slipped my mind-" you said sheepishly - it really did seem that you had that slight issue of announcing to people that you were dating-and boy did Jett not let that slide.

"WhAt?!" She exclaimed loudly once more. "First you kill my emotions with your book, and now I suddenly learn you two are dating?! Are you trying to kill me emotionally right now?!" She yelled, making wide gestures with her arms, flailing around a bit as she spoke.

"I swear I just really forgot to say it-" you said , rubbing the back of your neck as you spoke. Iso on the other hand just watched this dumpster fire burn-not intervening at any moment.

Anyways with all the yelling, it attracted some attention-and not only did the word go around fast that you and Iso were dating - but also word of your book series being complete went around. Which means, anyone who liked the stuff you wrote was inevitably sending you text messages asking if they could get the leaks too-

You sighed- the evening was definitely chaotic- but in a good way. You were glad to see that your book series ended up putting those two in such states- in your mind that was a victory, meaning that you successfully wrote everything exactly how you wanted it to pull up the right emotions.

So when you went to bed that night, cuddled up with Iso in his room of course, you fell asleep with a wide smile on your lips.

Overall; this stay in valorant protocol brought you a new amazing idea for a book series, brought you closer to your remaining family and brought you Iso.

You couldn't ask for anything better.

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