#also I love Quinn x°D

[greypetrel]

WIP Whenever

Of course the last one of the year comes late! Thank you @daggerbeanart for tagging me! :)

More Whaling/Whales AU (it needs a name ok), this time with two special guests, courtesy of @melisusthewee. Quinn and Horatio enter the scene, in style. Off to get those whales and make money and glory! (in two. On a rowboat. If you lots don't know how to fish it's not Quinn's fault.) (soundtrack) Aisling will dub him "The Arch-nemesis" because how dare he come near her pod with a gun? Not on her watch!

Adding this version of the science bros via Leyendecker study. Josephine will be added and Aisling's dress changed once I'll commit to a decade.

#Judging

Tagging: @shivunin @ndostairlyrium Mel you're tagged back if you read down here @brother-genitivi (too soon? Keep it for whenever!) @pinayelf @spainkitty @whimsyswastry and YOU!

[avawritesthings]

MY TUMBLR RECS !

disclaimer ! NONE OF THESE FICS WERE WRITTEN NOR PUBLISHED BY ME. please give these author’s a little bit of your love ! all fics are x reader, and some are nsfw.

ava’s note ! i have read and reread all of these fics at least twice, and i just wanted to show my love to them and so other’s can read these wonderful stories! some of these are also on ao3. take this as my apology for barely posting xx

formula one !

lando norris

call it magic - @444lec33

caught orange-handed - @mariahcarreyyy (+ oscar piastri)

slow down, be here - @katsu28

workplace distractions - @curiousthyme

life is like a box of chocolates - @dilemmaontwolegs (+ oscar piastri)

hazy days - @coff33andb00ks

charles leclerc

dime, ¿esto es lo que tú quería'? - @yazmarina (+ oscar piastri)

you wonder why i’m bitter - @moviecritc (+ alex saint mleux)

red flags - @holllandtrash

daniel ricciardo

sweet like grenadine - @scuderiahoney (one of my favs!!!)

picture perfect - @thef1diary

got drunk on you - @userlando

feels like home - harley_sunday (ao3)

oscar piastri

no more mister shy guy. - @jamminvroomvroom

dime, ¿esto es lo que tú quería'? - @ yazmarina (+ charles leclerc)

caught orange-handed - @ mariahcarreyyy (+ lando norris)

life is like a box of chocolates - @ dilemmaontwolegs (+ lando norris)

lewis hamilton

harmony - @curiousthyme

partition - @monzabee

jenson button

missed flights - @whorekneecentral

max verstappen

he must be lucky ! - @adventuringblind

little verstappen - @lxclerc

milk and sugar - @sunrizef1

in the mind of another - @pierregazly (author has a lot of great fics!)

masterlists i’ve binged:

lewisvinga’s masterlist

maplesyrupsainz’s masterlist

pucksandpower’s masterlist

theemporium’s masterlist

nhl !

matthew tkachuk (i am nothing if not matty t’s #1 fan)

baby it’s cold outside - @raysofcrosby

waking up in vegas (masterlist) - @doc-pickles

you say you hate me - @pucksnsticksnhockeyboys

praise you like i should - @senditcolton

want you to want me - @troubatrain

4 times you faked a relationship + 1 time you didn’t - @hockeywhy

love you like me - @heavenlyhischier

jerseys and dumplings - @hockeyboysiguess

four times you sat in Matthew’s chair + the one time they called him out - @ extratragic

jack hughes

saturday sleepies - @leaentries

jersey - @sydnikov

feels like home - @ quintinh43

always an angel - @wineauntie (technically hughes brother x sister!reader)

sidney crosby

sugar sugar (masterlist) - @ holy-pucks

home is where the heart is (masterlist) - @fallinallincurls

bubble wrapped (part of a series) - @myhockeyworld87

lovestruck, went straight to my head - @harlowhockeystick

andrei svechnikov

fake numbers and date numbers - @matsbarzal

gaslight - @comphy-and-cozy

high speeds - @thewintersoldierdisaster (so many great andrei fics!)

in five - @ sydnikov (so many great andrei fics)

quinn hughes

heavy heads and heavy hearts - @quintinh43

wiped away kisses - @theemporium

game night - @sc0tters

baevillier’s masterlist

marvel !

tony “iron man” stark

straight lines and sharp angles - nicky_writes (ao3)

kinds of love (series) - bartonstark (ao3)

james “bucky” barnes

sweet dreams - abovethesmokestacks (ao3)

these ties that bind - sweetascanbee (ao3)

druig (eternals)

three-part series - @ohcaptains

how could they not know? - @saintlike78

mark spector/steven grant/jake lockley (moon knight)

man in the mirror - @fettuccin-e

i’m getting to know someone - davosmymaster (ao3)

keep a secret? - cakealicoi (ao3)

matt “daredevil” murdock

dirty little devil - @courtforshort15

kate bishop/yelena belova

blank space - @ mrsyelena (ao3) (unfinished)

wanda maximoff/natasha romanoff

kidnapped - artemis_writes123 (ao3)

star wars !

anakin skywalker

save a spaceship, ride a starpilot - kkismygod (ao3)

jealousy - kkismygod (ao3)

patched up - kkismygod (ao3)

eventide - ohgodmyeyes (ao3) (more darth vader, less anakin)

the babysitter - ohgodmyeyes (ao3)

braids - sarcastic_bubble (ao3)

primal - lullows (ao3) (ft. obi-wan kenobi)

drunk confessions - oreosmama (ao3)

master + padawan knight senator = ? - darthtrek (ao3) (ft. obi-wan kenobi)

say my name - kkismygod (ao3)

the mandalorian

cold showers - cptnbvcks (ao3)

misc !

jj maybank (outer banks)

amnesiac - cherienymphe (ao3)

i know (5+1) - heathersmoonlight (ao3)

soul deep - heathersmoonlight (ao3)

art donaldson (challengers)

beyond the play - @sapphire-writes

and then there were three… - @kolsmikaelson

good luck, babe! - @sunsburns (ft. tashi & patrick)

the mikaelsons (tvdu)

patisserie - wickedlyemma (ao3)

carmen “carmy” berzatto (the bear)

nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - tinybluewitch (ao3) (the link literally won’t work im sorry)

david von erich (iron claw)

yellow rose - @daysofyellowroses

ransom drysdale (knives out)

rubber? i don’t even like her - @ whateveriwant

lip gallagher (shameless)

out of excuses - @ borntobewondering

billy loomis/stu macher (scream I)

jealous jerks - @ potter-imagines

bruce wayne (the batman 2022)

written in the stars - batsingotham (ao3)

*please let me know if you want me to remove any of these links or anything, i hope i didnt offend anyone <3 also sorry that i couldn't tag everyone !

** i WILL be adding more as time goes on. i have many many recs

[speed-world]

do you think you could do one with Shadow milk cookie x reader, where reader is like his stage assistant, hypeman, supporting role kind of thing, reader is like fully fine with atrocities shadow milk

maybe something with like reader also having been sealed separately from the beasts so shadow milk would probably have to try and find where reader was sealed while the brave and others were running around

- :D

His partner in crime

You and Shadow Milk Cookie were almost like The Joker and Harley Quinn (minus the cycle of abuse-)

He always loves and appreciates whenever you help him out in setting up a play. Whether that be designing the characters with him, arranging the props and stage in the best condition, and even just rooting for him!

There are even times when you help him write out the script for his plays, which he adores so so very much!!

He’ll always make a point to credit you in the most dramatic and loving manner whenever you help him. And boy do I mean dramatic-

“Thank you all so so so so much for enjoying the show! But the real star that deserves the glory is my dazzling, extraordinary, and adorable~…Y/N Cookie!!!”

A giant spotlight was cast on you as confetti and ribbons popped out all over the audience. You smiled and bowed as Shadow Milk applauded you, and after a while, everyone started applauding you!! If they didn’t, then the jester made sure they would cheer for his assistant…”

There are times where in the middle of his performance, he allows a pause for you to applaud and cheer and for him!

Of course, all of the audience is free to do the same whenever that brief moment comes, but usually it’s only you. Granted, all he cares about is your praise and appreciation, so he doesn’t care if you’re the only one clapping for him.

When he was imprisoned by the Witches, you were…displaced. The Witches knew your connection to Shadow Milk, and sealed you to the far ends of Earthbread outside of the Beast-Yeast continent.

Shadow Milk was furious beyond belief when he saw you being sealed up too. You weren’t a Beast or did anything wrong like he did, so why were you being punished like this?!

It hurt him so much, especially because he couldn’t do anything but sit in that dang tree…

Granted, this wouldn’t stop you from doing everything you could to get back to Beast-Yeast, or more get back to Shadow Milk

When you two were finally reunited in the Faerie Kingdom, after both your seals were broken down, you both ignored GingerBrave, Elder Faerie, and everyone else there and went to a discreet place to yourselves.

While you were reconnecting the lost time, he told you about Pure Vanilla and the Witches, and you’d be right there to hold him if he got shaken up or cried when mentioning them. You hated the witches and Purr Vanilla Cookie just as much, if not more than he did.

When Pure Vanilla and his company caught up to you, it was you who personally a play where certain caricatures would reference the witches, Pure Vanilla, or any others that Shadow Milk wasn’t fond of. You wouldn’t have any mercy in disrespecting said caricatures in the plays, which Shadow Milk loved and cheered for!!

No matter what, you were always there to support Shadow Milk and his crazy antics. He would do the same, loving you and being with you through every single thing.

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Barón Tovar Takes a Wife

First Movement (Adagio sostenuto)

5.5K / Bridgerton AU Regency!Pero Tovar x fem!reader, a childhood best friends to lovers story

Summary: About to make your society debut and enter London's marriage mart, you don't expect an old friend whom you haven't seen in over 10 years to make a surprise appearance at the first ball of the season.

Warnings: None! Fluff! B, C, D, E, F Bridgerton make appearances. It's me so there's a cute nickname (won't spoil). The masterlist includes a few words about how this reader insert is written - essentially, no reader description other than having hair and wearing dresses in the style of this era, reader has a backstory; much of this part is exposition (so maybe a little slow but we'll get there!😊)

A/N: My plan is to post the entire series before Season 3 of Bridgerton airs, because the story is intended to take place in the background of the same season and if things don't make sense after the show comes out then oh well 🤭 I'm also only 2/3 of the way through Julia Quinn's books, so please forgive me if some of my characterizations of the Bridgertons are not wholly correct 🙏🏻

Wonderful Bridgerton inspired dividers by @saradika-graphics 🥰

Series Masterlist

The Duchess of Hastings stands behind you, admiring the reflection in the mirror of the two of you together, “I dare say, if you had debuted with me during my season, there is a good chance that I may not have been the Diamond.”

“Oh, shush, your Grace,” you make a funny face at her in the mirror, to which she laughs and pokes you in the ribs, “Don’t you start with this ‘Your Grace’ business with me.”

That Daphne Bridgerton is your dearest and oldest friend in England is something you consider to be one of the great fortunes of your life, of which, as the daughter of a Count, you have many.  Violet Bridgerton and your mother, the Countess, had been dear friends and as such, much of your early childhood in England had been spent at Bridgerton House, running around with not only the same aged Daphne, but her elder and younger siblings as well.  The Bridgertons are one of the most beloved families of the ton, their good natured and spirited personalities recommending themselves to everyone, and accordingly, your memories of when your two families would gather remain some of the most joyous of your childhood.

Sadly, your dear mother passed away from illness when you were only seven years of age and your beloved father, who loved her more than life itself, could not bear to stay in England much without her.  The Count was one of several nobles charged with governance of Her Majesty’s Royal Naval Fleet; a gentle man, his purview was primarily diplomatic (as opposed to militaristic) and he thus travelled widely, often and always for long periods of time.

Though he did not wish to remain where so many of his memories dwelled, the Count could not bear to leave his only child behind, and consequently, you had joined your father on his travels.  He proudly raised a cheerful, spirited daughter who loved the seas and adventure as much as she did reading and music.  Your father found that exposing you to and requiring you to immerse yourself in so many foreign cultures at a young age led you to be the most sympathetic and kind hearted child, one who others found easy to converse with and befriend on account of your good humoured nature and open minded heart.  Unencumbered by the rigid etiquette requirements (and dress code!) of British high society, you happily embraced many freedoms that other young ladies of your age and breeding did not have the opportunity to enjoy.  Your father taught you much about the ships and business of the naval fleet, subjects to which you took a great interest; to this day, you know your way around most ships better than some sailors.  The Count was especially proud of your affinity for diplomacy, understanding the importance of fairness and tough negotiation both in foreign matters and managing fleets.  You loved all of it – spending countless hours pouring over maps and letters of diplomatic matters with your father and absorbing all you could; as you got older, you took great pride in the way your father would sometimes seek your opinion and advice on business matters and delighting when he would praise you on your ideas.

While he was unorthodox, your father could not be accused of being neglectful; he would not forgo your formal and societal education, knowing that one day, you would have to return to live in England.  Hiring only the most adventurous and brave governesses to accompany your travels, the Count ensured that your literary, numerical, musical and artistic accomplishments and pursuits could rival those of your peers back home.  You learned to dance the dances of grand balls, though you had only the few foreign dignitary hosted events to practice.  Your only other occasion to practice came when you would return for your infrequent visits to England, reuniting with your beloved Bridgertons to spend nearly all your time catching up and laughing with Daphne and her siblings, and take in what you could of British society before once again being swept away on another ship.  Though brief, these reunions with your friends, coupled with your frequent letters were enough to ensure your friendships remained strong and cherished over the years.

Two years ago, Daphne had made her societal debut, meeting and marrying her love, the Duke, during the marriage season and you could not have been more delighted for your friend.  That season should have also been your debut season, except that you and your father were in the Far East and would not have been able to complete the Count’s business and return in time.  Since you had postponed one year, what was two?  If you had your way, you would have made it three, not eager to give up the life of travel and leisure that you’ve grown accustomed to.  However, when the Queen wrote to ask why the daughter of one of her esteemed Counts has not yet been presented, both you and your father had to regretfully concede that your life as a carefree sea farer was over.

And thus, you find yourself in your present circumstance: in a luxurious silk gown the colour of swan feathers, wearing what might actually be swan feathers in your hair, about to be presented to the Queen before embarking on your first social season.  To be honest, you’re not terribly nervous, save for whatever nerves one always has whenever attempting something new, and you have good reasons not to be.

The first being that you are in the very capable hands of your great friend, the Duchess.  The now Dowager Viscountess had promised your mother that when the time for your debut came, it would be the Bridgerton family’s honour to sponsor you.  If anything, you felt that the honour was all yours – not only were you to have the support and backing of one of the most respected and revered families during your season, you would also be blessed with their company.  As fortune would have it, due to the timing of your debut, Violet had prepared herself to take on the duty of presenting not one but two girls: yourself and her third eldest daughter, Francesca. 

Fearing it was far too much work and pressure, you had assured Violet, whom you loved as a second mother, that she need not fret too much over you; you’re a woman of twenty-three with more world experience than most men twice your age, and encouraged her to focus her attentions on her own daughter.  Violet had been aghast at the implication that she didn’t think of you as one of her daughters, and you were about to be on the receiving end of a scolding that only a mother could dispense when Daphne came to your rescue.  As the Duchess of Hastings, she herself had the right to present young ladies at court, and she declared herself delighted to be your patroness this season.  This was decidedly a win-win; not only could Violet concentrate on Francesca’s prospects, you could now look forward to spending the season with your dear friend by your side.

The second reason you’re not overly anxious is that despite being older than most of the girls debuting at the same time, you know you have plenty to recommend you to potential suitors.  No, you are not terribly conceited nor do you hold your own attributes in such high esteem, but rather, very practically, you know most suitors will not let a small thing such as age deter them from the handsome fortune your father has bestowed upon you. 

The Count was forever exasperated with the shortcomings of the laws of inheritance and how they prevented his one child from inheriting his estate, but he made up for it the best he could with the legal avenues available to him.  First, he set aside a healthy dowry for you, so that you would be sure to attract a similarly healthy crop of high society gentlemen from which to choose a husband.  Second, via his will, you would be provided for for the remainder of your life with a generous per annum allowance that rivaled the income of many estates; you were to want for nothing even if you never married. 

And finally, known only to a select few, your father had a vast investment in an international fleet separate from the naval fleet of the queen; a beloved exploration and trade business venture that was the Count’s passion project - you and him spending many enjoyable hours pouring over the plans and movements of this fleet.  The dividends from your father’s shares went directly into a trust of which you (and any future children of yours) are the sole beneficiary, though the capital had to be held by a man.  It was the Count’s thinking that in addition to the income, it was only fair that you benefitted from a venture that you had invested much of your own heart and time into.  Naturally, being a part of your father’s estate, this investment could be passed down to the next Count (a distant relative), but your father had other plans.  If the intended recipient was willing, you father wanted to sell his shares to his future son-in-law, allowing for the dividends to continue flowing to you and so that you may remain close to the business via your husband’s involvement. 

In other words, there are plenty of reasons that potential suitors who might otherwise be dismissive of your age and lack of societal presence, may find you attractive (the least of which were probably your charm and wit); you can afford to be choosy and you fully intend to be.  And while you’re not quite so hopeful to wish for a great love like that of your parents, or even Daphne and her beloved Simon, you dearly wish for a husband that will understand and respect you; one who will celebrate you for your mind, experience, opinions and all the reasons why you’re different due to having grown up the way you did.

Daphne seems to have high hopes that there will be many potential suitors who will live up to your expectations.  You’re less confident than she, but still more optimistic than not.

Flopping yourself down on the chaise next to Eloise, the two of you heave heavy sighs in unison.  After the nerve-racking presentation to the queen earlier this week, the following days have been a non-stop flurry of ribbons, fittings, etiquette lessons and teas with the express purpose of study in the who’s who of the ton.  In just a few hours, all of Violet and Daphne’s hard work and preparations will be put on display when your contingent attends the first event of the season: the Danbury Ball.

Eloise passes a box of candy to you and you select a treat gratefully.  Though Daphne is your closest friend, you’ve sometimes found yourself having a fair amount in common with Eloise and know her to be a trustworthy confidant; this is one of those times.  While you don’t think you have it in you to hate anything as much as Eloise despises the marriage mart, the both of you at least have the good fortune of being able to be picky with your suitors and moreover, wish to exercise that particular privilege.  For Eloise, marriage is a cage.  For you, it’s the not marriage itself, but a union with an imprudent match that you wish to avoid.  If you can no longer be free to sail the seas and wander through the valleys and streets of the foreign lands that call your name, you must insist that the home you’re being called home to roost is at the very least, pleasant.

“I beg of you,” murmurs Eloise, “Please let all the fashionable young men fill up your dance card so that there shall be none left for me.”

You steal another piece of candy, “I’m afraid there’s more than enough young men to go around, El.  Plus, you really ought to beseech Franny for your request, my dance card may struggle for applicants on account of me being such an old maid,” you giggle.

“None of that negativity now,” chimes in Daphne from the open door, “tonight is full of possibilities.”

During the season, you’re staying at Bridgerton House so to be close to all the finery of dresses, jewels, shoes, ladies’ maids and moral support that you may need.  Your father is staying nearby in another house on Grosvenor Square, and comes by most days to see his daughter and dear family friends for breakfast at the very least.  You have loved your life with your father, but at times like these, when you are laughing at and listening to the loving snipes and bickering of the Bridgerton siblings, you often wonder what it would have been like to have a more traditional upbringing.  Pushing that thought out of your mind, you stand and pull Eloise up with you so that the two of you can follow the Duchess to the next room where you’re expected to choose from the glittering selection of dresses laid out for tonight.

As you lean towards selecting a pretty lavender gown, Daphne fills you in on the processional arrangements for your entrances tonight, “Mama, Franny, Anthony and Kate will take the first carriage, then you, Eloise and I will follow in the second.  We will enter the ball in that order as well.”

“What about Colin and Ben?”

“They’re meeting with some friend from Colin’s travels whom he met in… I want to say Greece?  They will make their own way and meet us at the ball.”  You nod agreeably; as long as everyone is together at some point or another, your first season event will feel a lot less daunting.

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As you walk into the Danbury estate, you cannot but feel a bit overwhelmed by all the elegance and glamour on display.  Though no stranger to luxury and finer things, it’s not very often that you find yourself amidst so much opulence.  Eyes shining as you take in the finery, your voice is full of excitement and genuine awe as you compliment Lady Danbury and thank her for hosting tonight’s soiree.  Hand clasped tight in Daphne and Eloise’s as you make your way down the main hall to the ballroom, you see Colin further down on the right side of the hallway, waving alongside Benedict.  Waiting by the wall with the Bridgerton brothers is a third gentleman, tall and broad shouldered with soft, curly brown hair who currently has his back to you; Colin has on a mischievous grin and he’s speaking to the stranger quietly, eyes flitting back to you and his sisters periodically as you approach.  This can’t be good, you think with suspicion.  When you’re a few steps away from meeting with the brothers, Colin gives the stranger a slight nod and he turns around; before you even have a chance to look upon the newcomer’s face, you hear a familiar sweet baritone voice say, “Hello, Dulce.”

At first, you’re in shock; the Spanish word for candy is not a nickname people commonly call you and it’s one you haven’t heard in over ten years.  Then joy of recognition and realization overtake you and you completely forget where you are, crying out, “Pero!!!”  Your arms behave of their own accord and fly open to wrap around his neck as you launch yourself into the handsome man’s arms.

He hugs you back firmly and whispers low in your ear, “Happy to see you, too” before releasing you, the both of you immediately stepping apart and drop your hands to your sides, remembering where you are and that the eyes of the ton are always watching.  But you can’t help but beam; nor can you look away from Pero’s face. 

Pero Tovar had been your most constant and beloved friend for many of your happiest childhood years spent abroad.  Pero’s father, a Barón of Spain, was in charge of naval governance for his country in a similar capacity as your father was for England and accordingly, their paths crossed regularly in foreign countries.  Both men of gentlemanly dispositions, the Count and the Barón had forged a deep and lasting friendship as they conducted their business.  Another thing that they had bonded over was the fact that they were both widows who uncharacteristically chose to bring and raise their children with them on their travels. 

So, although Pero is eight years your elder and already in his early teens when you first met, being the only two children of sea loving foreign diplomats in the strange lands you found yourselves in readily recommended you to each other and you had become happy and frequent playmates.  Pero devoted hours and hours to your amusement, allowing himself to play more juvenile games of pretend that he may not otherwise with compatriots of his own age, and with his encouragement you grew to be brave and curious, always wishing to keep up with the older boy.  He helped you with your studies, and you played music for him, learning and mastering the pieces he enjoyed the most.  The two of you shared a love of literature and it became your special version of a traditional hunt in each new country you landed in to find foreign language versions of the other’s favourite books so that you could read the translations alongside your worn English copies.  Some of the most cherished copies of your favourite books, ones you carry with you from country to country still, were gifts from Pero. 

As you got older, your shared adventures expanded to include exploring the streets of new cities, trying local cuisines and frolicking on the beaches of the coasts of Italy, Portugal and even India.  The last time you had seen him, he was a strapping young man of twenty and you had been twelve.  His father was returning to Spain for an undetermined amount of time to deal with affairs of his estate, and Pero would be entering university, having postponed his acceptance for two years already.  Although you had each promised to write, the letters were far and few between and eventually you lost track of Pero – you can hardly blame either of you; you were travelling with your father and not always easy to find, and you didn’t really expect a young man concentrating on his studies to have the time to write to a young girl despite having been her very best friend for so many years.

But now he’s standing right in front of you and you can hardly believe your eyes.  He’s impossibly tall and wide, a far cry from the lanky boy with whom you scrambled over rocks on the beaches of Portugal, but he’s still tanned, leading you to surmise that he must still sail or at least get a healthy amount of sun regularly.  And while his face is older, devastatingly handsome with a cutting jawline partially hidden by untamed facial scruff, he’s completely recognizable to you.  An easy clue is the scar that runs from above his left eyebrow down past his eye, though faded from when you saw it last, but it’s the indulgent smile he’s giving you right now that gives him away to you.

“What are you doing at this ball? Did you know I would be here?” you can’t help but continue to stare at Pero wide-eyed, grinning like a fool.

“Oh!  We made the connection earlier this week at dinner,” chimes in Colin, “We were going to bring him over to the house but thought this would be more fun.”

You make to swat at Colin’s arm. “How did you meet this scoundrel?” you jest, with absolutely no malice in your voice, pointing your thumb at the still laughing Bridgerton brother.  As your group starts to move towards the ballroom, Pero falls into an easy step by your side, “We met when Colin was taking in the crisp sea air of Mykonos, and then again last year in the vineyards of Tuscany.  He made for excellent company after a long day of helping the locals prune grape vines.  Naturally, when I arrived in London for business this month, I had to look him up.”

Daphne is now tugging you towards the ballroom by your hand, and in turn, you’ve grabbed onto and are practically dragging Eloise down the hall with you.  You shout back to Pero, “I want to hear everything!” and can’t help the smile that spreads across your excited face when he nods after you.

“Oh!” you breathe, invigorated from the surprise of seeing Pero, as you come to a stop right before the entrance way.  Daphne smiles over at you, “It was so hard keeping it a secret from you!”

You’re astonished, “You knew about Pero as well?”

“Yes, I thought it might give you an additional boost of confidence to have another friend’s support during your first event.” 

You smile at your sweet friend and squeeze her hand affectionately, “Thank you!  It does and I’m delighted to see Pero again.  But in truth, my confidence could never be lacking when I have a friend like you next to me.” 

Daphne gives you her biggest smile and squeezes your hand right back.  A moment later, the three of you step into the ballroom and meet the gazes of the other attendees as you’re announced.

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The ball is a whirlwind.  It seems you hardly have a moment to even catch your breath, never mind catch up with Pero.  From the moment you walked in to the grand hall, you were pulled in this direction and then that, introduced to new person after new person, some of whose names were familiar from your visits home over the years, and others only from the copious amounts of study you’ve done on the ton over the past week.  You’ve certainly forgotten all their names by now. 

Then it’s dance after dance after dance with the young gentleman that Daphne parades in front of you.  The dancing itself is quite pleasant and a lovely way to shake out some of your jitters, but you find the small talk hardly enough to get to know your partners, and when the dance is over and you’re once again being whisked away to another introduction or meeting that the Duchess has lined up for you.  The few opportunities you’ve had to take a breather and indulge in a glass of lemonade, you’ve been happy to retreat back to Pero and your small familiar group; but just when you’ve started to entreat your old friend to open up about his adventures since you saw him last, another potential suitor will be introduced and the entire cycle starts over again.

It’s only when you’re halfway through the evening that the frenzy has died down enough that you can observe and be amused by Pero’s behaviour at the ball.  While you’re constantly twirling around the dancefloor, you notice that he never leaves his position against the wall and doesn’t dance at all; he mainly scowls and looks displeased, hardly speaking to anyone other than the Bridgertons or you when you have a free moment.  You feel his eyes follow you as you glide across the dance floor with the young men that have asked you to dance, and even when you’re making your way through the room on Daphne’s arm, meeting and making small talk with the other families of the ton.  When you do happen to look up and search for him, you often find him glowering and looking dissatisfied, though if you catch his eye, his expression will soften slightly. 

Once while you were dancing with Lord Whitfield, you had caught Pero’s eye mid-turn and made a silly quizzical face at him, as if to ask What’s going on with you? and you think you see him laugh briefly before the steps of the dance require you to turn away from him.  You wonder why frowns so fearsomely and if there’s a reason for him to be so stoic and curt with the rest of the ton.  It’s so odd to you as you’ve never had so much as a cross word from him in all the time you’ve known him, not even when you had snuck out of the compound in Singapore when you were nine so you could watch the fireworks display.  Pero had come looking for you, his face serious and eyes panicked when he finally found you in the busy square, but he never once got mad.  Instead, he swore not to tell your father, and promised that if you had wanted to see the fireworks up close, he would accompany you.  And then he did just that the next night and the night after that.  But here, when not engaging the company of his friends, Pero’s countenance is positively sour.  Any hopes harboured by the mamas of the ton for snagging a Spanish nobility son-in-law this season are quickly dashed.  Barón Tovar is decidedly not here to find a wife.

With the evening more than half over, you realize that unless you make the point to do so, an opportunity to speak more than a few minutes with Pero will surely not present itself.  And while you are having fun meeting potential suitors, your mind consistently wanders to Pero throughout the evening.  Aside from simply wishing to catch up with him and be in his comforting presence, you do have something important you feel compelled to speak to him on.

After a particularly spirited quadrille, you curtsey your gratitude for the dance to Mr. Sedgewick, and before any of the young men you spy hovering nearby can approach you, you hurry as elegantly as you can toward where Pero is standing awkwardly pressed to the wall. 

Pero, having seen the look of determination on your face when seeking him out, asks with concern when you come up to him, “Is everything okay, Dulce?”

There he is, you smile when you see the kind, gentle expression of the boy that you knew for so many years, “Everything is fine, Pero.  Although I must admit to needing a respite from all the endless socializing.  Do you think we could get some lemonade?”

“Of course.  I would be happy to accompany you in fetching a glass.”

With Pero by your side, any person who previously had designs on engaging you during this brief break between dances now thinks better of it; you chuckle to yourself as his fearsome expression comically paves a clear path for you to the refreshments table.  Once having secured your drink, you ask Pero if you can speak to him privately.

Careful not to lead you from view of other people lest it incite a scandal, Pero finds a quiet place in the entrance hallway and turns to find you looking up at him rather seriously.

When you’re certain you have his attention, you launch into your confession, “Pero, please allow me to tell you how sorry I was to hear of your father’s passing.  I remember him as such a kind, generous man, and such a wonderful friend to my father and by extension, me.  I will always think of him with tremendous fondness.”

“Thank you, Dulce.  I know he thought very highly of both you and your father and forever treasured your friendships.”

But you’re not done and start to shake your head, eyes filling with tears, “And I’m so very sorry that I did not write to you at the time.  I didn't know where you were, but I should have been more diligent in my efforts to find you.  I deeply regret not being there for you if you needed someone.  I hope you were not alone during that difficult time.”

You hang your head in shame.  Pero feels a deep affection for you blossoming in his chest; before him is the same sweet and compassionate girl he knew when he was a boy.  Tender-hearted and endlessly considerate of the feelings of others, you always had more empathy than you knew what to do with; he himself had been on the receiving end of your care and concern more times than he could count.  Pero gently tips you chin up with his gloved finger, “It was a tough time and I miss him a great deal.  But he was an incredible man and I strive to follow the example he set for me everyday.  So, in many ways, he is still with me.  No need for any apologies.”  He gives you what he hopes is a soft and reassuring smile.

In return, you grin, “Who are you and what have you done with my friend?  The boy I knew would have made me pay dearly for even the slightest offense - my portion of dessert for a week, at the very least.”

Unable to hold back his own grin, Pero is finding it easy to slip back into this familiar type of playful banter with you, “Well, I was trying to be a gentleman, but since you think me nothing more than a brute, I shall have no trouble devising an appropriate punishment.  For your transgression against me, I demand… a dance.”

You laugh whole-heartedly and it feels wonderful to laugh loudly at something genuinely funny rather than the quiet polite laughter you’ve been making most of the evening. “A dance?  Well, that is hardly a concession for me!  One dance with you means one less spot on my dance card for some lord I don’t know but who Daphne thinks I might find charming,” you joke.

“Are you finding your potential suitors so far to be villains or are they all just very boring?” smirks Pero.

Giving him a little punch in the arm to show him you’re not really complaining, “I am not so terribly unfeeling.  They are for the most part fine enough gentlemen.  The particular circumstance we find ourselves in just makes them so very eager.  It can feel terribly awkward.”

“None of them are good enough for you anyway.”

“Oh, and you are?” you jest, eyes full of mirth.

“Dulce, I’m the worst of the bunch,” counters Pero, leaning in close.

“I don’t doubt it,” you haven’t smiled this wide all evening.

“Be that as it may, the price you must pay to regain my favour remains the same.  Shall we?” Pero holds out his arm, waiting for you to accept his dance invitation; you hold on to him gratefully and head back into the main ballroom, realizing this is the first dance of the ball that you’ve truly looked forward to.

When Pero takes his place across from you, the tittering from the crowd that the Barón has finally taken to the dance floor can be heard over the opening notes of the music.  You can’t help but giggle, and Pero beams back at you – your light laughter more melodic than any music he’s ever heard.

Hand firmly curling around your waist, Pero sways you to the beat and the two of you carry out the steps of the dance comfortably together.  You hadn’t realized how much stress you’ve been under or how much tension you’ve been holding in until now, when you find yourself actually relaxing in Pero’s strong hold.  For the first time this evening, you’re dancing without nerves or the pressure of having to make polite conversation or a good first impression; you can simply be.  You sigh in contentment.

“What is it, Dulce?  Are my dance skills not to the standard set by your other partners this evening?”

“Hardly,” you chuckle, “I know for a fact that you dance remarkably well.  And if I were to have any complaints, the blame would rest squarely on my shoulders since we learned these dances together.”

“That’s true, we can only be as good as the partners we practice with.”

“Exactly. At least that’s what Madam used to say, right before she would rap you on your shoulders with her rhythm baton,” you muse, nostalgic.

“That weapon had a name?  I have not thought of Madam for many years now, but upon my word if I did not straighten up and stiffen my arms just now.”

You share another chortle as only two close friends with a long history of fond memories and inside jokes between them can.  When you sigh again, Pero cocks his scarred eyebrow at you.

“Do not think me dissatisfied, my Lord.  It is simply just so comfortable dancing with you, as if it has not been over ten years since we last did so.”

“I feel the same way, Dulce.”

You smile sincerely at Pero; although you could explain yourself further, you somehow know that he understands your meaning without you having to do so.  Feeling content, both heart and mood light in the safety of Pero’s closed frame, you find yourself wishing that you could spend the rest of the ball dancing with only him.

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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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[mundoperla]

Could I get hcs for a gn survivor that’s horrendously touch-starved, whenever they’re being carried to a hook, they completely relax in the killer’s grip and lean into them, because they’re brain just goes w a r m human contact fuck yeah- and they can’t help it sdvh

If you could include Frank from The Legion because..he’s my favourite, I find him hot- but aside from that, any killers you want to write hcs for! :D

EEEEE KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR BC FRANK <3333

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𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧 .

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killers x gender neutral reader

—killer(s) included;; frank morrison, ji-woon hak, kazan yamaoka, & caleb quinn WOOOOOO DEATHSLINGER PROPAGANDA

‼️tws;; none i could catch but if there is anything lmk!!!‼️

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𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

.｡❅* you were being tossed up onto his shoulder to be brought to the nearest rusty hook like the last, you had yet to even be put on one so of course some kind of struggle or fight was expected.

.｡❅* but you weren’t moving, barley even a scream or kick from you. he couldn’t feel any kind of struggle, but he can feel you practically melting into him.

.｡❅* he did not.. understand.. you’ve gotta be broken or something.

.｡❅* he’d stopped in his tracks completely, wiggling you a bit with the arm that held you up to see if you’d respond with maybe an elbow to the side of his head, but you just sat there. completely still. you were just enveloped in his touch. sitting still and very peacefully.

.｡❅* Frank didn’t exactly know how to react or how to feel.. it’s wonderful having someone feel so comfortable being this close to him, but he was also expecting the usual response he got from others.

.｡❅* he’ll just stand there for a minute, letting you hang out for a while longer. he’ll feel guilty if he just tossed you onto a hook afterwards so he gently places you on the ground and leaves you there for one of your teammates to pick you up.

.｡❅* if you do it again in more trials with him he’s slowly going to start ignoring his initial objectives and just carry you around the map with him.

.｡❅* again he won’t admit he likes feeling this kind of contact with you, he’ll swear up and down that it’s just because he feels powerful when someone’s on his shoulder for long periods of time like some kind of prize catch.

.｡❅* regardless of whatever lame excuses he pulls to justify holding you so you, he makes it a mandatory task whenever he spots you in a trial, aswell as the occasional jingle of your body when you’re hoisted up just to see if you’ll ever retaliate.

.｡❅* you never do. he digs that.

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𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

.｡❅* like Frank, he’s expecting you to fight him to get out of his grasp like your life depended on it— which it does.

.｡❅* maybe if he hits someone on your team with you on him you’ll do something? maybe even beg for him to spare everyone else & to just kill you?

.｡❅* wrong. you’re still just sitting there.

.｡❅* Ji-Woon doesn’t mind to say the least, attention is attention & you’re practically melted into his shoulder just pleased to have this much contact with another person. it’s a win-win for the two of you.

.｡❅* The Trickster is very.. tricky to say the least, he loves having you pressed up on him when he’s picked you up after a chase, but at the same time he still internally wants you to fight back. bite him at least.

.｡❅* he will still throw you onto a hook after a minute or two of you being up with him. he’s still got others to get rid of.

.｡❅* then again he doesn’t want to do too much to make you avoid him, he still wants to feel you lean into his hands when he hold your face up or when he’s holding you sturdy on his shoulder. it’s actually very nice when he’s making some kind of physical contact with you.

.｡❅* he’ll be annoying you whenever he’s caught you though, he’s aware that you’re not gonna do anything to get away but instead revel in this brief moment of physical contact with him of all people.

.｡❅* ❝ Should I hold you in a more comfortable position this time 여보 ? just for now until i unfortunately have to put you away. ❞

.｡❅* like i said — he’s annoying.

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𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎

.｡❅* he will not notice this at all until after maybe the 7th trial with you. he’s a ruthless and feared killer, but you never seemed to care when he would carry you to your inevitable fate.

.｡❅* you had decompressed entirely on him multiple times, and Kazan was pissed to say the least.

.｡❅* the ‘Oni Yamaoka’ was known far and wide for his brutality across the country, even tearing apart the very lord that spat the foul nickname at him and his family’s name. he was less than eligible for you to feel comfortable enough to mould around.

.｡❅* he had full intentions to harm you to get a point across, but Jake was quick to get you away from The Oni with his flashlight.

.｡❅* Kazan was even more angry, because now he had to get you back so he could jam it into your head that he is not to be taken so lightly. he looked for every opportunity to get you slung over his shoulders again but fumbled every time he got you where you were wanted.

.｡❅* but every time you wound up in his grasp, you’d lay there enveloped in his touch. the idea of being brought to a hook or even the basement was irrelevant in the moment. it felt amazing basically sitting in the palm of his hand.

.｡❅* it makes him angrier whenever you do this, he’s so comfortable being feared by every living being that surrounded him & he was not adjusting well to the idea of you not groveling in that same fear like the other survivors.

.｡❅* you occasionally entertained him by pretending to be scared when he had caught up with you, which also made him angry. he didn’t ACTUALLY want you to feel that way, he just wanted you to know how the other survivors perceived him. he’s contradicting himself trying to ignore the fact he really does enjoy you being close to him.

.｡❅* he’ll actively start refraining from picking you up unless he needs to, which despite this he will still constantly pick you up. you get the impression he actually enjoys the skin to skin contact much more than what he wants you to believe.

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𝕮𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖇 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗

.｡❅* he’s oblivious to it all at first, he doesn’t get why you always seemingly chose to turn into mush when he makes contact with you.

.｡❅* but he’s very pleased by this to say the least, even taking the courtesy to find a secluded space to sit down with you peacefully. he’ll carry you over to an exit when they open up.

.｡❅* you’re aware of the damage he can cause, not just to others but to you specifically. he was dangerous just like the next killer you’d have to go up against.

.｡❅* but that felt so irrelevant when your abdomen made contact with the harsh material of his coat for the first time. your worries and fears faded in an instant. even with all his jagged edges, his touch managed felt like pure velvet.

.｡❅* Caleb could sit down in one of the secret rooms of the saloon with you forever if The Entity allowed him to, you’re obviously enjoying the time spent on him; he doesn’t want to yank that peace away from you so suddenly.

.｡❅* he ups it a notch, placing a hand on the nape of your neck — being met with another deep exhale from you. he didn’t think it was possible to witness a person genuinely melt until now.

.｡❅* he’s also melting against your touch, you buried your head into his chest and he wanted to keep you on that spot. he hasn’t felt this close to another person in a long time.

.｡❅* The Deathslinger could be gentle if he wanted to, always doing his best to limit as much movement when you’re up high on his shoulders as to not disturb you, even though you didn’t particularly mind him moving around.

.｡❅* if he see’s another open opportunity outside of a trial, he will offer to let you sit on his shoulders again. you seemed very peaceful the last time, so why not experience it again without the time limit?

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⋆┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈⋆

please i beg of you give me more frank reqs he’s so fun to write for

[roonyxx]

Healing Love: Part 5

Summary: You have a normal life as a nurse, and you are content with it. But then a storm called Dean Winchester rolls into it and you get swept away by his charms. But secrets linger and threaten to drown you both.

Pairing: Dean x Witch!nurse!reader

Word count: 1500

Chapter warnings: fluff, smut (P in V, unprotected sex, be smarter than this!), blow job.

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* 3 months later *

“Look at that.” You smile as you brush your fingers over the pink line on his stomach, “You heal fast and well. The scar will stay I’m afraid.” You tug his shirt back down and look at his handsome face.

“Not that it makes you any less handsome.” You say.

He shrugs in a nonchalant way, “What’s one more scar.” Dean answers.

“So I’m officially healed? I no longer need a nurse?” he asks as he looks into your eyes.

You pat his chest and smile, “You are officially discharged from my care Mister Winchester.”

He smiles and leans closer to press his lips against yours.

You cup his face and kiss him back with a smile.

“So that means I won’t see you anymore?” he asks against your lips.

“As if you could get rid of me so easily.” You chuckle.

He pulls back and looks at your face.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing you’re just so beautiful and kind and- and I don’t deserve you, especially not after how I treated you.” he sighs.

“How you treated was unjust, but I understand Dean. With your past it is normal to be wary. And you apologized and treated me so well over the last few months. I forgive you, Dean.” You stroke the side of his head as you tell him this, running your fingers through his soft hair.

“I don’t forgive myself.” He mutters.

You move to straddle him in his bed, you are both in pjs.

He looks up at you, his hands stroking your bare thighs, his fingers dipping under your pj shorts.

“You should.” You mutter and bend to start kissing his neck.

He arches his neck so you have better access and hums.

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart.” His hands move under your shorts and grab your butt, tugging you flush against him.

You moan when you feel his hard length pressed against you, his grip tightens with a roll of your hips.

“Am I finally healed enough to have you?” he says as he pushes your shirt up and starts kissing your breasts.

“Y-yes.” You answer.

You had heard of Dean’s reputation, the womanizer, and that is also a reason why you and him haven’t gone all the way yet. He’s the take ‘em and leave ‘em type.

But the way he behaved over the last few months tells you that you mean more to him than just an easy lay.

You’ve been at the bunker almost constantly the last few weeks, sleeping in his bed, moving some of your clothes in his closet. Even Quinn is running around somewhere right now.

At first it was because it was easier to help Dean but it soon turned into more.

You fist his hair when his lips close tight around your nipple and suck hard.

“D-Dean” you moan. “T-Take me please.”

He grunts and flips you two around with that hunter speed. He lays you on your back and takes off his shirt followed by yours.

Your hands travel up the soft skin of his tummy to reach his pecks and collarbones.

“You’re so perfect.” You breathe out.

His hands are tugging your shorts down, you help him kick them off. Now completely bare for him, you can’t help but blush.

“Says perfection itself.” He half moans and starts to push down his pants.

When he is free of the restricting fabric, he takes himself in his hand and starts pumping.

“Fuck.” He moans.

The sight of him like that before you makes your mouth water. You move onto your knees before him and push him down on his back. You lower yourself between his legs.

His hands find your hair, one hand gathering all your strands to hold it in a tight ponytail.

You push his hand and grab his cock by the base and lick up his shaft.

“Mh, how can I not taste you when you look so delicious.” You say while looking through your eyelashes.

“Fuck… taste me, baby.”

You don’t hesitate and take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before sucking him in deeper. Moaning along his length.

“Grah Y/n yes baby, just like that.” His chest is heaving and his grip on your hair tightens.

You use your free hand to grab his balls and massage them firmly, earning another big groan from him.

Hearing him make those sounds has you dripping between your legs. You begin to eagerly bob your head up and down. Taking as much of him in your mouth as you can.

“Y-Yes fuck… keep going.” He’s panting heavily.

You moan around him, making his cock vibrate and look up at him through your lashes.

His green eyes are burning with desire, it is the hottest thing you have ever seen.

“F-fuck Y/n, I need to be inside you.” he grunts and tugs you off of his cock with your hair.

He half throws you back down on your back and move over you, his cock rubbing against your folds.

“D-Dean! Yes, please take me.”

“So wet, all this from sucking my cock, baby?” he asks.

“Y-yes.” You answer truthfully.

He groans and uses his thumb to put his tip at your entrance and looks up at you for your consent.

You smile and give him a quick nod.

With that he pushes inside you slowly, giving you the time to adjust.

“O-Oh” you gasp at his size. You knew he was big and that you were gonna feel it.

“F-fuck you are so tight.” He groans into your ear.

You grasp his shoulders and spread your legs wider, placing them around his waist, opening up more for him.

“Y-You’re just really big.” You chuckle with a sharp inhale.

“Too big?” he worries.

“No, just perfect.” You smile and kiss him deeply, pouring all your love in it.

Slowly he makes his way in until he bottoms out and is grinding into you. His pelvis rubbing perfectly against your clit.

“O-oh f-fuck Dean, I’m s-so full.” You move your hand to your lower belly and press down, moaning even louder when you can feel him there.

“F-fuck, you want me to come immediately?” he chuckles and takes your hand off, intertwining his fingers with your and pressing them next to your head.

“M-move Dean, please.”

He pulls almost all the way out and pushes back in. Moaning with each thrust in.

“Yes yes yes!” you moan and he goes faster, moaning in your ear.

“Y-You feel so good for me, baby. I’ve been dreaming about your wet pussy for months.”

You can’t even properly form words anymore, all you can say is his name.

He is trusting into you so wildly, all these months of pent up tension finally coming to an end.

You wanted this to last but the urge to come is bigger, greater, more powerful. You’re dangling on that edge.

“I’m gonna come Dean, don’t stop. F-fill me.” You moan and grab your own boobs, pinching your nipples as you keep approaching that high.

“Y-yes baby, clench me, fucking come for me and I’ll fill you up.” He groans and is beginning to loose his rhythm.

His words is what breaks the dam and your orgasm floods through you, for once you don’t hold back and let your powers shine through. Your eyes glowing bright.

“DEAN YES!” you scream and grab his shoulders tight as you come hard.

“Y/N YES” with a final hard thrust you feel him spilling inside of you, moaning and grinding against you, his groans fill your ear as he lowers his body fully on yours, his cock twitching with cum inside you.

You hold him close against you, stroking his back as you both come down from your high.

“M-move in.” He mutters against your neck.

“W-what?” you say and angle your head back to look at him.

“Move in, I don’t want to be away from you. I- I love you, Y/n.” his eyes are teary as he says this.

“Y-You love me?” You gasp and feel your own eyes getting watery.

“I-I do.” He brushes a lone tear from your cheek, “I think I fell in love with you after our first date.” He chuckles.

“You mean when you showed up with blood all over you at my door?” you smile.

“Yes.” He smiles back.

“I-I love you too, Dean. But if we do this, I need it to be forever.”

“I want nothing less than forever.” He says and kisses you deeply.

At that moment the bedroom door opens and Quinn comes running in and jumps on the bed, clearly wanting to join the kiss, he licks both of your faces.

“Ah Quinn!” you giggle at the sudden intrusion but pull him close to you and Dean.

Dean rubs his soft head, “You ready for this to become your new home?” he asks.

Quinn answers with a enthusiastic bark and an even more enthusiastic tail wag.

You chuckle, “That means yes.”

You look at Dean, “We both are.” You say with the biggest smile in your life and claim his lips once more.

The end.

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Mary’s Song

Mary’s Song

Jack Hughes x Fem Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Cursing, gross happiness, some suggestive jokes/remarks, not proofread at all lol (I planned on editing this and then decided not too cause I’m lazy)

Note: As much as I like to say Last Kiss is my favorite Taylor song Mary’s Song is definitely it lmao, I just refuse to accept a happy love song is my favorite and not a sad angsty one. Hope you enjoy, leave feedback if you love it or hate it (if you hated it so much you reported it for hate speech LET ME KNOw idk). Love you babes have a great day!

*initials are song lyrics*

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“She said, I was seven and you were nine. I looked at you like the stars that shined in the sky, the pretty lights.”

My family had just moved into the house next door to the Hughes’. In true neighborly fashion we were invited over to their house for dinner, it was that night that I met my best friend, Luke Hughes. It was also the night I met the love of my life, Jack Hughes.

“These are my sons. Quinn and Luke. Quinn is eleven and Luke is seven. I have another son, but he is currently being picked up from practice by my husband, his name is Jack and he is nine.” Ellen introduced them to my family before my mom did the same.

“This is my daughter Y/n, and she is seven.”

“Oh wonderful! Her and Luke can be friends, he’s had some trouble making–”

“-MOM!” 

I remember hanging out with Luke for another hour until our mothers called for dinner. Soon after we sat down at the table we heard the front door open.

“That must be Jim with Jack.” Ellen said before getting up to greet them, “Boys these are our new neighbors, that’s Y/m/n, Y/d/n, and their daughter Y/n.” 

Jim and my father immediately began talking about hockey and the move. I on the other hand hadn’t taken my eyes off Jack since he had walked in, he was the cutest thing seven year old me had ever seen.

“And our daddies used to joke about the two of us, growing up and falling in love, and our mama’s smiled and rolled their eyes.”

It was the Hughes brother’s mission to teach me how to skate. I had expressed interest in figure skating so as a welcome to the neighborhood they gifted me figure skates, not hockey skates like they had wanted too, and personal skating lessons.

“JACK STOP SHOWING OFF TO Y/N” Jim yelled from the bench our parents were sitting on, my dad began laughing in response while our mother’s rolled their eyes at their chirps towards the middle Hughes. 

“Yeah Jack, stop showing off to my best friend,” Luke said, pushing Jack and skating up to me and wrapping me up in his arms. “-my Y/n.” Luke poked his tongue out at his big brother, his other big brother laughing at the interaction.

Jack’s face was like mine, blushing and embarrassed.

“It’s okay Jack, I like when you show off.”

“Ew Y/n, stop crushing on my brother!” Quinn screamed, Luke agreeing by shaking me in his arms.

“Oh goodness.” My mom muttered under her breath. “Boys go back to teaching her how to skate, that’s what we’re here for.”

“Take me back to the house in the backyard tree. Said you’d beat me up, you were bigger than me, you never did, you never did.”

“Oh I’m sorry sweetie but Luke isn’t here right now, I’ll tell him you stopped by when he gets home.”

It was now two years later, I was nine and had begun figure skating shortly after that day the boys taught me the skating basics.

“Okay, thank you Mrs.Hughes.” I turned around to walk back to my house when I saw Jack exiting his friend's car.

“Hi Jack!”

“Hey Y/n, what’s up?”

“I came over to see if Luke could go skating, but he isn’t here right now.”

“Do you wanna go skating with me?” His offer shocked me, this would be the first time the two of us would be hanging out just the two of us.

“Are you sure? I’m gonna be practicing my routine the whole time, Luke usually is there to spot me.”

“Yeah, let’s go. We’ll walk to the rink.”

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The outdoor rink was never busy so it was just me and Jack on the ice.

My routine wasn’t hard, I was only nine. Just some turns, a few jumps, mainly just me skating around the rink to prove that I could not slip and fall when on the ice. Jack was still there to help me, because I did fall. 

“This is so boring, how often does Luke come out here and do this with you.”

“A couple times a week, afterwards he teaches me how to play hockey, so I can help him with what he needs in the future.”

“Oh…that’s nice.”

“Do you want to scrimmage after this? As a thank you for helping me out?”

“Sure.”

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“I’m better than you Jack.” I had scored on him twice now, he was probably losing on purpose but that doesn’t mean I don’t get to rub it in his face.

“I’ll beat you up if you tell anyone about this.” Jack threatened while taking my skates off for me.

***

“Hey kids, how was the rink?” Ellen asked as me and Jack walked into his house, seeing the rest of the Hughes family sitting around the dining room table. I immediately took off towards the seat next to Luke, my seat, to hug my best friend who I hadn’t seen since yesterday.

“It was great, I beat Jack in a scrimmage.” I smirked over at the boy, seeing him smiling at me, guess he wasn’t actually gonna beat me up.

“Take me back when our world was one block wide. I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried. Just two kids, you and I.”

Once a week I would meet up with Jack at the outdoor rink, we would spend thirty minutes practicing my routine or any tricks I saw that seemed cool, or the occasional one Jack had seen, but never told me how he saw it, and he wanted me to try it and another thirty minutes practicing drills that Jack’s coach had told them to do and scrimmaging.

It had begun snowing, pretty badly, while we were out one day, years after we first started practicing together, now twelve and fourteen. We texted our parents asking if any of them could pick us up. My dad was gonna come once he was done at the store.

“So what do you want to do while we wait? I don’t feel like skating anymore.” I asked Jack, putting my regular shoes back on.

“We can play truth or dare.” He suggests, still on the ice.

“Are you gonna skate around the whole time?” I laughed when he made a face saying “duh”.

“Truth or dare Y/n?”

“Truth”

“Who is your favorite Hughes?”

“Luke, obviously.” I laughed, but Jack didn’t. “Um okay, Jack truth or dare?”

“Dare”

I don’t know what the hell came over me, “I dare you to kiss me.” I just asked my best friend's brother to kiss me.

“Is this gonna be your first kiss?” I couldn’t tell if that answer was a yes or a no, making me even more scared of what was to come.

“No.”

“Who was your first kiss?

“Luke.” It was true, Luke and I kissed during a game spin the bottle in the 3rd grade, making each other our first kisses.

“Of course he was.” Jack grumbled under his breath, I almost didn’t hear it since he was skating in small circles in the middle of the rink and I was sitting on the bench near the entrance.

“You know you never did your dare… if you don’t want to kiss me it’s fine we can just move–” “No! I do want to kiss you.” Jack said, blush spreading across his cheeks as he skated towards me. I stood up once he met me at the entrance, the blush on my cheeks matching his.

It was basically a staring contest, who was gonna actually do it. Jack lost the contest, moving in and closing his eyes, his lips were met by my hand.

“NEVERMIND!”

“Well I was sixteen when suddenly, I wasn’t that little girl you used to see, but your eyes still shined like pretty lights.”

This was the first time I was visiting the Hughes family since they moved two years ago, and lots had changed. Luke and I never drifted though, we were still as close as we were when our bedroom windows faced each other and we would use the tree branches to sneak into each other's rooms.

Luke picked me up from the airport, wanting to show off his new car, making me roll my eyes when he told me his real intentions.

“Didn’t want to pick me up because you miss me, your bestest friend in the whole wide world, you just wanted to show off the car you got?”

“Yup, also I didn’t want Jack picking you up. He kept offering, it was weird, I don’t trust him with you.”

The comment on Jack made me blush, the only thing running through my mind was seeing Jack now.

“Jack wanted to pick me up?”

“Yeah, why? OH NO, nope nope nope, you know this, brothers and teammates are–”

“Off limits, I know that Lu…”

“Brothers especially, Jack isn’t someone you want to get involved with. He has been insufferable lately, new girl every week.”

***

“Mrs.Hughes I missed you so much!” I had finally made it back to the Hughes’ lake house, Luke forcing me to go on a tour of the city he had been living in before finally making the drive over to where we would be staying for the summer.

“Oh Y/n I missed you too, and it’s Ellen! You’re the child I always wanted, don’t call me Mrs.Hughes anymore.” I laughed at her statement, before a voice that I had been nervous to hear began speaking.

“Seriously mom? You could’ve just said the daughter you always wanted.”

“Well then I would’ve been lying, you boys need to take some lessons on how to be more like Y/n, in all aspects of life.” She said pointing the tv remote at Jack, “-Well what are you waiting for? Say hello to Y/n, you haven’t seen her in years.” 

Jack and Quinn quickly came up to me, giving me hugs and asking about what I had been up to lately.

“Y/n let’s go outside!” Luke called from upstairs, “Come up and change into your swimsuit too”

I quickly ran upstairs and into the room me and Luke would be sharing. 

“I can’t believe your parents are letting us stay in the same room.” I said after exiting the bathroom in my bikini.

“Yea how do they know we aren’t gonna do stuff” Luke said, shortly after we both busted out laughing at the idea of that happening. 

*** Me and Luke stayed outside tanning for about an hour before Ellen called out for us to come join everyone else for dinner. 

“Wow Y/n, looking nice. You really grew up.” Jack said as I sat across from him, the words making me blush because I knew he wasn’t actually saying I grew up.

“Ew gross, mom tell Jack to never talk to Y/n again” Luke said, pushing Jack's head to get his eyes off me, my blush only growing redder.

“Our daddies used to joke about the two of us, they never believed we’d really fall in love, and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes.”

Summer was going great, we were all getting ready to leave for the 2019 NHL draft where Jack was projected to go first overall.

“I’m nervous and need to talk to someone that isn’t related to me.” Jack said, barging into me and Luke’s room. I only had a bathing suit on so I quickly tried to grab a blanket to cover myself. “-Seriously, don’t cover yourself up.”

“What do you want to talk about Jack?” I urged him to get to the point.

“What if I don’t get drafted? What if I don’t go first overall? What if I go somewhere I don’t like, or somewhere I end up hating?” Jack was visibly shaking, my brain telling me to answer him in all seriousness and not poking fun at his vulnerable state.

“Jack, first of all if you weren’t going to get drafted they wouldn’t have invited you. Also who cares if you go first or not? All that matters is that you are going to do what you love for the rest of your life and get paid good money for it. If you hate the place you're going to, you need to figure out how to make it a place you love. You control how things have an impact on you. You can decide right now if you’re gonna be all pissy at just the thought of not going first overall, or you can revel in the joy of being called the projected first pick, because you have been called that since before Quinn’s draft.” I told him, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze.

Jack looked up at me, I was expecting a thank you at minimum but instead his lips connected to mine. My eyes shot open and my entire body froze, including my lips. After a few moments I could feel Jack sigh and pull away, that’s when my soul entered my body again. I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him into a kiss, he reciprocated quickly. 

I don’t know how long we were kissing, I wasn’t aware of Ellen’s presence at the door as she came by to ask Jack to empty the dishwasher. She quickly, and quietly walked off to go find Jim.

“Jim, they're kissing! Jack and Y/n!”

“I told you they were gonna end up together, he’s liked her since he met her.”

Ellen rolled her eyes, “Well Y/n has too.”

“Take me back to the creek beds we turned up, two am riding in your truck, and all I need is you next to me.”

Jack and I began a secret summer fling, sneaking off to hang out or make out, just trying our best to keep it from Luke more than anyone else.

As I layed in bed, trying my best to ignore Luke’s snoring, I got a text message.

From: Hughes #2 

Wyd

To: Hughes #2 

Trying not to smother Luke with my pillow pet…why?

From: Hughes #2 

Damn death by a lilly the ladybug that’s tough

From: Hughes #2 

You wanna go for a drive?

To: Hughes #2 

Aww you remember my pillows name

To: Hughes #2 

And yes give me like five minutes.

I found myself trying to pry Luke’s arms off of me without waking him up, it was a workout. Five minutes ended up being fifteen, Luke couldn’t sleep without holding onto something so I had to put lilly in my place.

“What took so long? I was starting to think you actually killed Luke.” Jack asked once I got into his car.

“Luke wouldn’t let go of me, like seriously I have bruises forming from how hard he was grabbing onto me.” I laughed looking at the marks already starting to form. “So where are you taking me Hughes?”

***

He took me to the local lookout spot, although it was dark out it was still a very beautiful sight. I pulled my phone out to take a picture of the view from where me and Jack were sitting in his trunk. I flipped the camera around and took a picture of my head resting on Jack’s chest, you couldn’t tell that it was him in the photo. However in the polaroid I took of us you could see him smiling into the camera, and the one where he is kissing my cheek and jokingly grabbing my chest. Once they were fully developed I stuck them in my wallet, taking one more polaroid of the view, dating and captioning them all with “late night adventures with jack <3” I wanted to write boyfriend, but I didn’t know what we were exactly. One the back of the picture of the view I wrote,

“Went on a drive with Jack today, he took me to this lookout (which is beautiful btw definitely come back in the daytime) and the whole time I wanted to kiss him, and he kissed me A LOT like a lot, but after we kissed each time I kept wanting to ask what the hell we were doing, he was about to leave for the NHL, I was going into junior year of high school in another country, and I want him to be my boyfriend, my first boyfriend, he’s been my first for so many things already. I just don’t know what we are, and I’m scared I will end up broken.”

“Y/n you ready?” Jack yelled from the driver's seat. I quickly nodded and hopped out of the trunk and into the passenger seat. “What were you doing?” I blushed when I told him that I was writing.

“Well can I see?”

“NO.” I yelled, I had spilled my guts and feelings about him on there. “Sorry, I just don’t let others see my polaroid writings, they’re basically my diary.”

***

I arrived back into the room at around four am, seeing Luke sleeping. I sighed in relief and layed down in bed.

“Where were you?” Luke’s voice made me scream, he scared the shit out of me.

“Jesus Luke you scared the shit out of me.”

“Where were you?” He sat up and turned on his lamp. “And why are you wearing Jack’s sweatshirt?” My eyes widened realizing I hadn’t returned it before we went our separate ways.

“Oh umm…” My voice was shaking, so were my hands, I think my forehead even started sweating. I am a horrible liar, especially when it comes to my best friend who knows me better than anything. “I couldn’t sleep and I ran into Jack while getting some water, got cold while we were talking and he offered me his sweatshirt.” I tried my hardest to seem convincing, hoping that the fact that it was four in the morning on a Thursday would make him a bit more gullible.

“Alright.” He said turning his lamp off and laying back down. “But I’m serious Y/n, Jack is absolutely off limits.”

“Take me back to the time we had our very first fight. The slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight, you stayed outside till the morning light.”

“I think we should tell Luke about us.” Jack told me the second his car was put in park at the drive in theater.

“Jack, are you insane? Luke would kill you, and me.”

“No he wouldn’t.”

“How would you react if your best friend told you they had this weird situation going on with your brother?”

“Weird situation?” Jack asked in an accusatory tone.

“Jack, we never really sat down and talked about what we were, you cannot get upset with me for defining our relationship as a situation.” 

“Well then be my girlfriend.”

“Ok.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“A few years had gone and come around. We were sitting at our favorite spot in town, and you looked at me, got down on one knee.”

“Jack, why are we at the old ice rink?”

It was seven years later, I was twenty three and Jack was twenty five. We had been going strong for those seven years, a few fights, a couple long distance issues, and one horrible break that lasted eight months, but we got through it. After I finished high school I moved to New Jersey to attend university in New York. I lived in New York while I was going to NYU, but it was around half an hour from campus to Jack and Luke’s apartment.

The morning after Jack and I became official we told Luke, who didn’t take the news well, but overtime he realized that it was either he pulled his head out of his ass and learned to accept our relationship or he wasn’t involved in our lives anymore.

“The first time we ever spent time together was right here. Y/n this is where I fell in love with you, seven year old you who didn’t know how to skate, twelve year old you who dared me to kiss you but ran away once I was actually doing it, thirteen year old you who won first place in a skating competition and immediately had your mom drive you here because you knew I would be here practicing. Y/n this is where I decided that all I wanted in life was you, if I had to pick between you and anything else in the world, I would pick you. This is where I am going to ask you to spend the rest of your life with me.” Jack let out a deep breath before pulling a box out of his pocket and getting down on one knee. “Y/n, would you make the happiest, luckiest guy in the world and marry me?” 

“Yes! Yes I will!” I yelled, doing hops on my skates in excitement.

“You gotta stay still babe, I can’t get the ring on you.”

“Take me back to the time where we walked down the aisle. Our whole town came and our mama’s cried. You said I do, and I did too.”

“I remember when we first officially became boyfriend and girlfriend. We were actually fighting, and when I asked Y/n to be my girlfriend she just said “okay” so I replied with “fine” and she did the same thing in return. Even after confirming our relationship we were still fighting so we sat very awkwardly in my car until the movie we were watching at the drive-in ended and we were able to go back to the house.” The crowd began chuckling at Jack’s vows, he was going on a trip down the memory lane of our love. “We had one horrible fight, Y/n had just informed me she was gonna be living in New York while she went to school and not in New Jersey, I refused to pull my head out of my ass and we ended up taking a break for eight months, those eight months were the worst months of my life. I went crazy without you, ask Luke and Nico, after one day without you I decided I never wanted to go a single minute without you by my side. So I went out the morning after our fight and bought our engagement rings. Now I didn’t propose for another five years but I had been planning on it since that day. I am so lucky to have you Y/n, and to be able to call you my wife is all I could ever want in my life.” 

Tears flooded my eyes as I began reading my vows. “The day I met the Hughes family I knew two things, that Luke was going to be the biggest pain in my ass for the rest of my life–” A laugh roared through the crowd as my man of honor nudged my back in annoyance. “-and that Jack Hughes was the love of my life. I’ve loved you ever since I met you Jack, no other man, other than my father, has meant as much to me as you do. I am beyond grateful that I get to start a life with you, I cannot wait to call you my husband, my baby daddy, my lover, my everything. I love you Jack.”

“I do.”

“I do.”

“Take me home where we met so many years before. We’ll rock our babies on that very front porch. After all this time, you and I.”

“Alexia Hughes, stop that! Put your sister down!” 

Years later Jack and I had retired back to Toronto, living in the house I grew up in with a family of our own. Two girls, both of them taking after me and doing figure skating, much to Jack’s dismay.

“We gotta have another one, a boy this time. I have too much hockey equipment that I need to hand down to my son.”

“So that’s the only reason you wanna have a son? So you can stop hoarding your old equipment?” I asked, looking at him from where we were sitting on our back porch, our daughters jumping on the trampoline a few feet away.

“That is one reason, but also because you just look so sexy pregnant babe, and I need a Jack jr.”

“We are not naming our son Jack jr.” I deadpanned.

“Well when the time comes we’ll discuss names.”

“So in about seven months?” I laughed as Jack dropped his phone in his hand.

“WHAT? Are you pregnant? Babe don’t play with me, is it a boy?”

“Yes Jack I’m pregnant, I found out last week. Two months in, I don't know the gender yet but we can find out at the next appointment.” I said, laughing as my husband wrapped me up in a hug.

“I’m calling right now, we’re finding out the gender tomorrow. My fathers intuition is telling me it’s a boy.” Jack said, picking his phone up and calling our doctor’s office.

It was a boy. 

“I’ll be eighty seven, you’ll be eighty nine. I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky. Oh my my my.”

Note: Gross fluff. Gross happiness. SOMEONE GIVE ME ANGST, my next ten fics have to be angst to make it up to myself. Love y’all babes, have a great day <3 !!!

[rocknrollbabe14]

Professor Quinn teaserrrrrr

Ratings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Professor Quinn forgets your birthday…..or does he?

Ratings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Your alarm clock went off, immediately causing you to slam your hand on it to silence it. A soft groan escaped your lips, but quickly faded when you remembered what day it was. Today was your 23rd birthday and that instantly made today a little better. It was not unusual for you to set four alarms in the mornings. You had never been a morning person—except today that is.

Peeling the covers back, you sat up and began to stretch. You’d fell asleep in your usual attire—tank top and panties. Your phone dinged, causing you to immediately unplug it from charging.

-Good morning beautiful. Can’t wait to see you in class. X

You had not saved his number in your phone and didn’t plan on doing it anytime soon. But you couldn’t help the smile that curved across your lips.

-Good morning. And thank you. ❤️ Can’t wait to see you too.

You tried to ignore the ping of the disappointment that creeped into your chest upon realizing that he hadn’t wished you happy birthday. A week ago, you were in his bed—maybe even cuddled up to him after mind-blowing sex and you remembered explicitly mentioning that your birthday was this week. Maybe he was going to surprise you. Or maybe he had forgotten.

-Can’t help but think about what you’re gonna wear, love. Wanna show me or tell me?

Quickly, you typed back a response.

-Thinking I may just surprise you. 😉

Dropping hints much?

-Aw. Want to make your professor wait?

Your stomach twisted and ached at his words. Biting your lip, you texted back again.

-No but doesn’t everyone love a good surprise? I can show you what I slept in last night….if you want……

You laid your phone back down, closing your eyes for a moment. Until you heard thing ping of your phone again.

“Someone’s popular this morning!”, Tori chimed in from outside of your door. “Was just making sure you’re up for your morning anatomy class.”

“I’m up.”, you responding through a laugh, picking your phone up again.

-FUCK YES. PLEASE. 🥵

You smirked lightly before laying back in bed, making sure there was a good angle of you. For one, you were usually never confident enough to take sexy pictures of yourself. You didn’t really consider yourself “sexy” but he was quick to reassure you that you were indeed both sexy and beautiful. It was nice to hear it, something you would never grow tired of. The guys you had dated before had never made you feel the way he does.

You pulled your tank top up lightly to give a good angle of your lace panties, leaving little to the imagination and snapped a few different pictures, and wasting no time sending them to him before getting up out of bed and slipping out of your tank top and putting on your push-up bra, adjusting it lightly. Professor Quinn—or Joe as he had asked you to call him convinced you that you didn’t need a push up bra to make your boobs look good. It had been a hard adjustment since you all had began to see each other more and more.

It started with you being drunk at the party, a decision you were originally embarrassed of but had led you down the path you were on now. It was also originally very casual sex or so you’d thought. It began happening after class, in his office, eventually leading to his house. He had offered to make dinner for you one night after he got off work and how could you say no? He was a woman’s dream—great personality, sexy looks, great job, a great house, great car. He had done well for himself and that only made him more attractive.

A smile spread across your face as your stomach flipped.

-FUCKKKK, you’re killing me baby. Only thing that would make it better is for you to be naked and in my bed.

-And just when am I getting that chance again? 🥺

-Let me check my schedule and I’ll let you know soon, love. Be careful coming to class. See you soon. X

You frowned lightly at his response, clearly disappointed with his cryptic answer. Tossing your phone lightly, you finished getting ready. All you could think about was the possibility of him forgetting your birthday and if he did, it would hurt you. You knew that sounded stupid. Sighing, you took one last look in the mirror at your outfit before doing your make up. You had decided on a black long sleeve shirt, a plaid skirt, black tights, and black knee length boots.

For once, you felt confident. You did look sexy in this. If this didn’t grab his attention, you weren’t sure what would. Grabbing your backpack weighed down with your books and laptop, you decided you would grab coffee on the way.

“Have a good day in your sexy professor’s class.”, Tori winked.

You winced lightly. You had hoped she would lay off the comments about your “sexy professor.” It was easy for her to make those jokes before you had entered a relationship with him.

Shall I continue???? 🫠 comment and let me know!

[haechanhues]

pairing : secret boyfriend! lee know x fem!reader x fake boyfriend! han

genre : fluff. angst. sex is implied. 

warnings : swearing. very crude and sometimes dark humour. fights. sappy shit. insults directed at skz members and other idols (that do not reflect my own thoughts but this is not to be confused with the actual members and insults directed at them). arguments. namecalling. jealousy. drama. there’s some toxic elements within this story. very suggestive comments.

summary : you have two boyfriends. one’s fake and the other a secret. one is avoiding love whilst the other is slowly opening himself to it. a story in which one’s cowardice, another’s insecurities and your own volition leads you here, overwhelmed and exhausted, in the middle of two best friends. 

status : completed 

taglist : @soobin-chois @penny-quinn @brit97 @bestleeknowstan @hhjkji @skzgallll @aspenwritesstuff @amara-mars @midsoulz @flvr4ane @01liacore @septicrebel @sheiiy

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banner : I made it myself! Which is why I also have to point out something that is just irritating me the longer i look at it...please excuse the fact that Han’s picture doesn’t quite align with the box inside the polaroid shape. ‘You don’t even notice it’ Yes but I can’t unsee it now that I’ve seen it and it will bother me. 

written chapter : * 

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prologue

chapter one : spreads like wildfire

chapter two : idiot patrol feat. reason + gf

chapter three : cute nicknames are a necessity

chapter four : left nutless king

chapter five : trained to annoy

chapter six : the hunted : exhibit a

chapter seven : the hunted : exhibit b

chapter eight : the hunted : exhibit c + d

chapter nine : the hunted : exhibit e

chapter ten : the hunted : exhibit f

chapter eleven : turn in your pitchforks

chapter twelve : can't make that kind of shit up!

chapter thirteen : the freedom in different

chapter fourteen : the movie kiss

chapter fifteen : sounds culty

chapter sixteen : he's right there*

chapter seventeen : need

chapter eighteen : you're glowing

chapter nineteen : the one time felix almost broke up a fake relationship

chapter twenty : short of rabid*

chapter twenty one : the only third wheeler

chapter twenty two : taco-twosday

chapter twenty three : prague inspired

chapter twenty four : pho sure

chapter twenty five : family beach day

chapter twenty six : stacks*

chapter twenty seven : sad movies

chapter twenty eight : fuck bitches get money

chapter twenty nine : because

chapter thirty : three punches for the pretty one

chapter thirty one : nerves*

chapter thirty two : queen st

chapter thirty three : been chillin'

chapter thirty four : 'i feel like being alone' sad

chapter thirty five : gossip in the quad

chapter thirty six : bringing our girl home

chapter thirty seven : chicken chop

chapter thirty eight : jester's play*

chapter thirty nine : talk to her

chapter forty : you can't even say it

chapter forty one : crime against humanity

chapter forty two : i wanna try this

chapter forty three : a place you and i know

chapter forty four : little kitten

chapter forty five : hope you're hungry

chapter forty six : quotes

chapter forty seven : chocolate bars

chapter forty eight : our (drunken) hymns

chapter forty nine : hallucinating

chapter fifty : the first piece

author's confessions + thank you wrap up

[j4desblurbs]

HARLEY QUINN SMUT ALPHABET

harley quinn x fem! reader

harley has taken over my life recently LMFAOOO so i just had to write something for her 🫶 hope y’all enjoy :)

this is nsfw, my blog is 18+, so if you’re a minor dni!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

harley might not seem like she’d be into aftercare, but she definitely takes the time to see what you need and make sure you get it, whether that be just cuddles or a shower.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i’m honestly not sure what body part harley likes on herself. i think her hands and face are contenders, though.

as for her partner, i think she likes her partner’s thighs & boobs. she loves to tease her partner in those areas.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

harley likes to cum on your face and also loves it when you cum on hers.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i really don’t think harley really has a dirty secret, she just seems like a very open person when it comes to sex.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

harley is definitely experienced. she has been with both men and women, and is experienced with both.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

harley is pretty much into anything, but i get the feeling she likes 69 the most.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

harley definitely has the potential to be a little bit of both, but she generally errs on the goofier side just a little.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

harley is a very unserious person, but when she is actually serious enough to be intimate it’s very sweet.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

harley definitely gets herself off whenever she’s away from you or just in general. you’ve caught her quite a few times.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

harley has pretty much every kink in the book besides the gross shit like piss and feet and all that. she loves overstimulation, though, both receiving and giving.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

harley has been with you in all sorts of places, public and private. she’s absolutely fearless when it comes to public sex, though. you’ve lost count of the amount of times she’s gotten you off under the table.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

pretty much anything you do will get her going, but i think seeing you be assertive might be a big one.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

harley might spank you for fun, but she really wouldn’t do anything that would actually hurt you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i honestly don’t think harley really has a preference here, she loves giving and receiving head equally. she’s very good at giving it though. knows all the right spots.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

i think harley tends to be more on the rougher side, just because she’s so enthusiastic and energetic and that transfers into her pace, but she’s definitely doing her best to be mindful of the way you’re feeling and making sure she’s not hurting you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

harley would definitely be game for a quickie. i do think she’d be more into proper sex, because there’s more space and time to actually have fun, but you’ve had more than a few quickies together.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

harley definitely takes risks in the bedroom. with your consent, of course.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

i think harley would have a decent stamina, she’d probably be able to last 3-4 rounds, 5 if you really push her. if she’s really trying to focus her attention on you, she’ll hold back her own orgasm to prioritize yours.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

harley definitely owns toys and loves using them both on herself and you. she’s got the strap.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

harley is a big tease, but she will eventually get impatient and end up giving you what you want.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

harley is a big moaner. she giggles sometimes too, if the moment is appropriate, but she definitely is on the louder side of things.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

i feel like harley’s stolen sex toys and lingerie before, and then come home with it all as a surprise for you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

harley has a pretty high sex drive, that’s just the way she is.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i definitely think harley would make sure you’re comfortable before she sleeps, but it really depends on how many rounds you’ve gone for.

[curiouscelestiax]

Even poison tastes sweet when you are desperate for a cure.

Harley Quinn x Joker | Mostly based on a mix of sources, mostly referencing the Harley Quinn anniversary book

notes:

I wrote this in a quick mood, was planning to write sex scenes. Maybe later today, taking some edibles anyways. This is only a kiss though.

CW: manipulation, toxic relationship, abuse in general

I know what you are thinking. Harls, why would you even miss him? He was a man who hurt you. He was rotten inside, but even poison would please the thirst when you are dying.

And with the way I was missing him, it felt like it was going to kill me. It´d be exactly the way Pammy predicted; He wouldn`t care. He got what he wanted.

But here I was, drunkenly stumbling out of the club. This was supposed to be a fun night out, celebrating friendships. Seeing my crazy ex was not on the planning, I even tried to avoid it.

The music dimmed down as soon as I stepped out of the club, and I leaned against the wall. I heard the door and felt myself secretly hoping it was him.

I sighed sadly as someone else walked out and suddenly I saw him stand there, standing against the wall and clearly waiting for me. I was beyond confused.

´´I thought you´d be over it by now, Harls.´´, he broke the silence that was filling up the air. I glare at him intensely, not really caring about how it came across.

´´Maybe if you learned to credit me for my work, maybe then I will not be such a bitch. You also forgot out anniversary for the second time.´´, my words come out like knives, clearly frustrating him.

But god, was he fine. I know I wasn´t supposed to admit any of this. I know I should be disgusted that a man could be so cruel, but somewhere, it was attractive. Then again, the way my family was structured, it made sense.

´´Oh yeah, fuck. You could´ve told me, at least. A warning wouldn´t have hurt me.´´, he replied in an almost annoyed tone. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk on.

´´It would have hurt me! But when have you ever fucking cared about that?´´, I yelled in anger, making a few people look around. He smiled softly and I sighed, realising I got riled up.

´´There she is. You are no better than me.´´, I couldn´t help but chuckle. I tried to walk on but he held me back.

´´Oh fuck you, I am by a thousand times. You made me this way, just to remind you.´´, I glared at him, but only earned a slight smirk from him.

´´I know, but finders keepers. You were desperate to be loved, how could I not? As much as you´d like to deny it, the rumours have some truth in them.´´, his voice became more careless again. But it hit me, hard.

He was right; the rumours were true. And I knew that. But I was hoping it was different for once.

I grabbed his face and kissed him, as the obsession took over. Standing in front of him like that, I wasn´t as strong as I hoped.

He tried to talk, but I quickly interrupted him.

´´If you talk one more time I´ll fucking kill you, I am already the crazy ex. Don´t try me.´´, he slightly grabbed my chin and chuckled as he continued to kiss me. He held my chin up with his hands and the other one was in my hair.

As we let go, I chuckled and he looked at me.

´´I did make you, you are right. But that means no one knows you like I do.´´.

[untilwedont]

A Heart-Wrenching Betrayal (remade ending)

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Male Reader

A/N; I kinda hated the og ending to my last story so i felt like redooing it. Also i changed the plot just a teeny tiny bit.

Part 1 // Part 2 (og ending) //

A/N; me when i become a ethan fanpage. scream requests r appreciated since im in my scream era

"Watch out-" Kirby yelled, but was quickly cut off after being shot multiple times by officer Bailey. Your eyes widened when Kirby dropped to the floor. You were even more shocked when one of the ghostfaces came up behind Bailey. A second after, the second ghostface came up behind him. "W-what the fuck..?" You spoke, but it was almost a whisper. "You..?" Tara asked in shocked. "Ehh, of course me. Frankly I expected more from the three of you, especially after what you did to us." He spoke, more focused on Tara and Sam. "What do you mean us?" Tara asked confused.

The first ghostface revealed themselves and you felt as if you could have died on the spot. Your heart dropped to your stomach, "Ethan...?" You spoke, his name almost coming out as a whisper. He looked at you with a sense of dread and regret in his eyes, but somehow they were still filled with evil. "Surprise baby, bet you didn't expect to see me here, hm? You know, Mindy was right! It was easy to juke the roommate lottery." His regretful eyes fully turned evil as he looked away from you towards his father.

"What the fuck Ethan? I- I loved you!" Tears ran down your face, "I fucking loved you.." You spoke lowly. You felt Ethans eye's look into your soul but he never said anything. Maybe there was a part of him that regretted the whole thing? Of course not, he wouldn't have done all this if it was purposely to hurt you, right?

"But if it's you two, then that just leaves... Mindy?" Sam questioned, fearing her good friend was behind the killings. The last ghostface revealed themselves. "Quinn?!" You spoke in a shocked tone. "Hey roomies, didn't see that one coming, did you?" she asked, clearly proud of herself. "No because you died!" Tara yelled. "Kinda didn't though.. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Mindy, stab Gale Weathers." You were in utter shocked. You still couldn't comprehend that your boyfriend & friend were the ghostfaces.. and officer bailey.

"I mean, it was just a little fake blood, a prosthetic.. you'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with." Officer Bailey said, proceeding to walk toward the small group.

//time skip to after explanation of richie//

The three had surrounded you, sam, and tara. You thought you would be doomed and gutted by your own boyfriend, but Sam had the bright idea to grab the bricks laying right beside you. Though it wasn't the best weapon ever, it could definitely help you. "You guys ready?" Sam asked, looking back at both you and Tara. You nodded and looked at your boyfriend, "Come on motherfucker!" you yelled and you all charged at the three surrounding you.

You lunged at your boyfriend with the brick in your hand. He dodged your first attack, slicing the side of your arm. You managed to hit him on your second attempt, knocking him to the ground. Blood poured down from his hair, "Guys, over there!" Sam yelled pointing towards the ladder. Sam managed to grab Billy's knife from the ground before the three of you ran towards the ladder, climbing it as quick as possible.

Once you guys made it up the ladder, you guys tried your best to cross the balcony as slow as possible considering it was small. As you made you way across, your foot slipped causing you to fall. Tara and Sam managed to grab your arm before your fell. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" You screamed, holding onto them for dear life. Ethan hadn't made it any easier because he tried grabbing and cutting you from below. "Ethan stop, why are you doing this?! I'm your fucking boyfriend!" You yelled at him, still clutching onto Tara and Sam.

"I need to, M/N! Maybe if it wasn't for your bitch sister I wouldn't be forced to do this!" He yelled back, still trying to grab you.

"Shit, I'm slipping! I don't think I can hold on!" You exclaimed. The blood on your guys' hand made it hard to hold on. "Let me go." You said, already knowing you may fall anyways. "No way, M/N! We aren't letting go!" Sam yelled back. "You have to let me go, Sam!" Sam and Tara heard footsteps from beside Sam and saw Quinn, her knife screeching on the rail as she walked closer to them. "Shit.." Tara mumbled. Luckily you had a plan.

You looked at Sam and then the knife she had on her. she nodded and gave you the knife before Tara and Sam let you go. You fell onto the floor. "Got ya, babe!" Ethan exclaimed, plunging the knife into your stomach. You winced at the pain but no noise came out of you. before he could do anything else, you repeatedly plunged your knife into his stomach. He yelled out in pain, dropping his knife onto the floor.

You pushed him onto the floor before climbing on top of him, lifting your knife in the air. Tears ran down your face as you looked at him. Memories of the two of you together came rushing to your mind as you continued to look at his face. "Do it.. M/N." He said, blood spilling out of his mouth and onto his chin. You nodded your head in disagreement, "No... no, don't- don't make me do this, Ethan.."

You knew he deserved to be killed for all the lives he took but you couldn't get yourself to do it. You didn't want to live with the guilt of knowing you murdered your boyfriend. "I'm so-sorry, M/N. I-...I'm sorry that... that I made you go through this." You lowered your knife before placing your other bloody hand on his cheek. "I-.. regret everything I did but... but you- you have to kill me."

You looked into his eyes with your teary ones, his pleading for you to end it all. "There has to- to be another way! Please Ethan I- I can't kill you. I don't wanna lose you!" You begged, wanting to do anything but kill your boyfriend. "M/N, please..!" His tears rolled onto down his face onto the ground. You nodded, finally giving in to his pleads. You lifted your knife in the air again before this time finally plunging it into his heart. You quickly kissed him one last time. He kissed back, but only for a second as his body came to a stop.

You pulled away from him, now staring at your boyfriends lifeless body, the knife still plunged into him. You cried out more, knowing he was officially gone.

You'd never be able to forgive yourself for killing your boyfriend.

A/N; Let me know if you like this ending more than the other one :D tbh i kinda prefer it more but idk lmk what u guys think. dont forget to send scream requests!

[saikoucorps]

:ఌ¨HARLEY QUINN NSFW ALPHABET

♱ gn!reader x telltale harley ┊ implied dom!reader ♱

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

☆ There's two ways she could be like after. Either very affection or very dismissive. It depends on how it went, but she's mainly affectionate after. She's only dismissive when she's tired. She'll cuddle up with you, and you two will sleep right after. She'll expect you to do all the work.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

☆ Her favorite body part of hers would probably be anything. She really likes her hands because she's able to grab onto you in any way.

☆ Her favorite of yours has to be your hair. She's a hair puller. Even outside the bedroom, she'll play with it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

☆ Loves giving you head just to taste you. She'll look directly into your eyes as she does it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

☆ She wants you to take control of her. Her personality may be dominant, but she loves it when you are. She loves submitting to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

☆ She used to be a psychiatrist, so she probably didn't have time for romance or hooking up. She does, however, know a lot about this topic. She knows exactly what she's doing and is a very quick learner. She's able to observe you and know how to press your buttons.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

☆ Any position with you on top of her. She doesn't enjoy doing all the work, or being on top.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

☆ She'll tease you, but she's overall serious in the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

☆ Shaved, sometimes waxes. She doesn't care about your preference. She just finds it uncomfortable.

☆ The carpet somewhat matches the drapes.. it's her natural hair color.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

☆ She's romantic if you are. She'll give you the same treatment you give her. Most of the time, though, she's more lustful about it than romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

☆ She doesn't do it often, and if she does, she uses toys. She'll think about you in the moment. She'll only do it more when you're away, but she resorts to phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

☆ Praising, Degrading, Hair pulling, Power Dynamics, dom/sub, BDSM, bondage, etc.

☆ She's very kinky. She'll want you to do all sorts of stuff to her. There's honestly no limit. As long as she doesn't find it disgusting, she's into it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

☆ Bedroom, Living Room, Office, Kitchen, anywhere. She doesn't care where you guys do it. If she had to pick favorites, she'd choose the bedroom or office.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

☆ You overpowering her. She loves it when you try to seem bigger than she is. She'll only like it if she's in a good mood.

☆ Other than that, your voice. Especially if you demand her things.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

☆ Take control. It's not that she doesn't enjoy it, she just enjoys it way less. She'll only top if you're still dominant. Or, vice versa. She'll gladly dominate you while bottoming. She just won't top and dom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

☆ She prefers receiving, but also enjoys giving as well. She's insanely good at giving oral because she knows what gets you going. She watches your reaction to everything she does.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

☆ Fast and rough. On good days, she'll prefer to take it slow. She loves it when you're rough on her though.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

☆ Doesn't care. She's willing to do them whenever, and even teases you during the day for one. You two do them pretty often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

☆ She's always experimenting with you. She'll sometimes come home with a bag full of stuff and a list of ideas.

☆ She loves risks. It's why she's willing to do it anywhere. The risk makes it more exciting for her, and she wouldn't even care if you two were caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

☆ Her stamina is pretty good, she's able to hold up to 5 rounds. It depends mainly on what you do in between those rounds, though. Sometimes, she'll only go up to 3. She lasts a very long time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

☆ Owns a shit load of them. Always uses it on herself, and wants you to use them on her too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

☆ Loves teasing you to see how far she can push you. She does it a lot.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

☆ Moans. A lot. She can be very loud, sometimes on purpose. She'll moan directly into your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

☆ Lingerie is everywhere in her closet. She usually wears it when you guys do it, and even sometimes has it under her clothes for quickies.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

☆ Her boobs are compressed by her corset most of the time, but she's a D cup. Leaning towards DD.

☆ She's very toned due to moving around a lot and fighting. She had an hourglass and some curves. Her ass is perfectly shaped.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

☆ Pretty high. It used to not be high, she focused on other things, but since being with you, she's been more horny and needy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

☆ Pretty fast, as stated before she wants you to do all the work for her. She'll cuddle up with you, though. She can't sleep without being close to you.

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[itsscromp]

Jason Todd with a reader who has similar trauma from the Joker? The reader really looks up to him and wants to know how he copes with all of the pain

(I really love your writing, it's hard to find platonic X reader writers out here! 💞)

Jason Todd/Red Hood x reader platonic

Aww that's and an amazing idea anon and double awwww that means so much to me that you love my writing, I hope you enjoy this one anon :D. word count:1.1K

It's been about a month since Bruce died, but from grief, you, Tim, Dick, Barbara and Jason help continue to keep Gotham City safe as the Gotham knights. But even with this newfound family, there was one bit that Jason continued to struggle with, his past. His death at the hands of the Joker still haunts him to this day, the events replaying in his mind and taking a toll on him. But you always help him see the light when it seems too far away. He was forever grateful to have a friend like you.

But not to Jason's knowledge, you were also affected by the clown prince of crime. When you were only 7 years old, your dad was murdered by him. It was horrifying, to this day you can't think of him without seeing him in your head and also hearing that horrific laugh.

It plagued you no matter where you went, but for the sake of the others especially Jason, you never told them anything, you didn't even tell Bruce before he died.

One night out on patrol, you and Jason were investigating a crime scene that had Harley Quinn written all over it. you thought you could handle it. It was just a crime scene.

"Y/n how's it looking from over there??" Jason asked you as he scanned the footprints to find her.

"I think I got something but I need a bit more time to figure out what chemical it is"

"More than likely it'll be his laughing gas"

Hearing laughing gas sent shivers down your spine, but right now you needed to focus, you needed to find the chemical so you can be able to trace it.

After which you finally detected it.

"Red hood I got it"

"Awesome, your detective work is getting a lot better"

"I could say the same for your less destructive habits" You smirked under the mask.

"Oh come on man that only happened once... Twice"

You snickered as you both got on your bat cycles following the trail back to where it would lead into the abandoned chemical plant where both he and she were born. This night just keeps getting better and better for you.

Grappling into a nearby vent the two then entered inside. Making they're way inside finally. They then find the people Harley has kidnapped.

"Be sharp y/n, she can be very very unpredictable" Jason warned

"G...Got it" You couldn't help but stutter as you continued through the plant.

Now normally Jason would let this slide, but from the tone of your voice and stutter, he knew something was wrong. And come on he's your best friend how could he not see when something is wrong with you. You always looked out for him, when you both head back to the belfry. he was gonna help you.

You both then started to hear scared voices and a cackling giggle from the one and only.

"Play nice boys, or you're gonna meet the same fate as your friends did." She swung her electric mallet just barely touching their faces as a warning.

"You won't get away with this Harley"

"Oh, won't I now ??" She smirked as she began to do shit talk them and tell them her plan.

You and Jason got to the ground as quietly as you could. sneaking to where the kidnapped police officers were. With a nod from Jason, you then lunged at Harley and began to fight her. While she was distracted, Jason then freed the officers and got them out safely and quickly before coming back to you and finishing Harley off.

"You little bat brats !!!"

"It's over Harley, you're going back to Arkham one way or another" Jason cracked his knuckles.

"I'll be sure to put you down 6 feet under and make sure your friend doesn't revive you this time !!!" she cackled as she swung her mallet at you before you quickly dodged it. The cackle triggered you, the memories were flooding back. The sight, the sounds, Him...

Jason saw you were distressed even if you put up a fight, but right now you two needed to finish Harley off quickly. So Jason took out his non-lethal stun bullets and loaded them up, shooting Harley a few times, tasering her to the ground. It was over, Harley's reign of terror was over.

The police came and arrested her, taking her back to Arkham Asylum. You and Jason's job was done. But riding back to the belfry, Jason knew he had to ask you. So once you both settled down, changing into your pyjamas for the night...

"Y/n I need to ask you something, What happened back at the plant ??"

"It's... It's nothing Jason"

He placed a hand on your shoulder gently and turned you around. He wanted to help you.

"I may not be good with this kind of stuff... but you can talk to me. You know that right ??"

You looked down on the floor, you knew what he was talking about. About why you seemed distressed fighting Harley... Your stutter...

"When... When I was 7..."

Jason listened attentively.

"My dad... was murdered, by Joker... All my life... was overshadowed by him. Even one mention of his name triggers me into seeing everything again... How do you do it Jason ??"

"What do you mean ??"

"How do you deal with it... the pain ?? how do you keep yourself in check when hearing his name"

Jason never really thought about it too much, this was the man who killed him, but after that, he never thought much. he does sometimes but not even every mention triggers him. He could see the desperation for an answer in your eyes. Like a lost dog out in the streets.

"Y/n... I know It's hard. believe me, I know, But the way I cope with it is that I have and I don't usually say this in front of the others, an amazing support system. People who guide me when I feel lost, people who pick me up when I fall down. Y/n, you're my best friend, I want to help..."

You couldn't help but feel tears brim as you hugged Jason tightly, the one person out of the entire bat family gets you. He really does, He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, keeping you safe and secure.

"I'm always here for you y/n, always"

This meant more than you could ever feel. To have someone who could pick you up when you fall down, to guide you into the light when things get tough. It will continue to get tough, But you always had your best friend to back you up.

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[quandaryqueen]

*metal pipe noise* Hi hello I was wondering if I can request some soft cuddling Headcanons for Scarecrow from the Harley Quinn show... he just makes my heart go 'yippee!!!'

Soft

Harley Quinn Series Jonathan Crane X Reader

Gosh yes you can, I love him so much you can get out of the pipes now :D

🧡 So when you cuddle with you back against him, completely trapped in his arms, he has the tendancy to be on his phone with his arms wrapped around you, so you also have a view on his activities. Spoopy man is always reading celebrity gossip (cough aka fellow rogues fucking up since they're being treated as such cough) and it's always fun to low-key judge his fellow rogue's life choices.

🧡 He prefers to be big spoom. Clingy, will have all his limbs wrapped around you and will nuzzle his face against whatever surface you are offering. Your face? You neck? Chest? Back? Hell ye. He loves the warmth you give off, your general presence will always put a smile on his face and squeezing you helps regulate his oxytocin.

As for him being cuddled, he wouldn't mind at all, being little spoon won't hurt once and a while. Sure, squeeze the life out of him.

🧡 So I'm not sure whether this is considered cuddling but... He likes your head on his lap when he's seated. He'd be absent mindedly stroking your head while occupied with his book or phone, occasionally scratching your scalp or massaging your temple. When in a cheeky mood, will playfully pinch your nose.

On the flip side, if you were to have his head on his lap, he will playfully slam his head against your lap and cause impact. Feel free to lightly smack him in the forehead for that.

🧡 Will groan and grumble of you need to get up for a moment, no matter the circumstances.

"Poppeeeeet.... Come baaaack...."

In his sleepy haze, he would sometimes attempt to reach for you but to no avail, as he gives up and let his hand limply fall and dangle from the bed. And when you return, he is striking like a python and wrapping you tightly in his arms and legs again before attempting to fall back asleep again.