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wholoveseggs · 6 months ago

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Hey lovely, today request from me🥰

I got struck on an idea where reader tried to dominate Elijah but always fail so, she get Klaus help with some magical witchy rope or something to subdue him, which was successful.

Tho here's the thing, reader is inexperienced in doing something like that and not prepped enough to take him, cuz y'know Elijah is big.. hehehe😌🤭so she started tear up, and ask for his help. Elijah being a smug he is punish her happily after...can you added a sprinkle of daddy kink and overstimulation, pretty puh-lease with the cherry on top🙏🥺

Oh btw your story always superb 🤩 😁

Bindings

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You ask Davina for help with creating something to tie up Elijah... only for you to get in way over your head. Luckily, he is in a forgiving mood.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon! I decided to change it from Klaus to Davina, because I just can't see Klaus being okay with you essentially making a weapon against his family... Even if the reason behind it is just for some kinky fun ♡♡

4.9k words - Warnings: smut, *magical* bondage, dom!elijah, daddy!kink, spanking, choking, sex toys and a whole lotta praise...

You sat in Davina's greenhouse, looking around at all the various plants and flowers the young witch had collected. You had asked Davina to meet up with you to help with a problem, one that was a bit awkward to even say out loud, but you knew that she of all people would understand.

You watched her browse through her books, trying to find the spell you had requested. After a few moments, Davina had found the page and started gathering the items needed.

"Davina?" you said.

She looked up from the table and gave you a curious look. "Yeah?"

"You don't think this is a little crazy? I mean, it's a bit of a long shot."

Davina smiled. "Not at all. I may have.... tried it myself... with Kol," she replied, looking away with a light blush.

Your eyes went wide. "Oh, my God. It worked?"

She shrugged trying to appear cool, but her mischievous grin gave away her answer. You smiled back and the two of you quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles.

After the laughter had calmed down, you looked at her questioningly. "So, how does it work?"

Davina took a seat on the couch next to you and showed you the spell she had found.

"The basic binding is actually quite simple, it's the ingredients that are tricky," she explained, "luckily I have white oak ash, and the rest should be easy to find."

You nodded and listened intently as Davina read through the list of ingredients and their uses. She began by grinding the herbs and mixing them in a bowl, followed by the white oak ash.

Once the mixture was complete, Davina took a long silk rope that you had provided and dipped it in the bowl. She held the rope above the bowl, letting the excess liquid drip off as she chanted the incantation.

"Done," Davina announced, handing you the now-dry rope. "It will keep him bound and unable to break free. You can use it any way you'd like." She grinned, giving you a knowing look.

You couldn't believe how easy it had been, that you were so close to fulfilling a long-held fantasy of yours. "Thank you, Davina. You're the best," you said, pulling her into a hug.

She hugged you back, giggling as she pulled away. "One more thing, if you need to break the spell, just say 'confractus' and it will untie itself,"

You nodded, thanking her again before making your way home, the rope clutched tightly in your hand.

It was the most expensive piece of clothing you had ever purchased. It wasn't even something you could wear outside your bedroom, but damn, did it make you feel sexy.

The lingerie was a red, sheer babydoll dress with black lace trim, and it was paired with a matching thong and stockings. You had never worn anything so revealing before, but you knew Elijah would like it, and that was all that mattered.

You wanted to get him all worked up, break down the gentleman facade, make him want you so badly that he would do whatever you asked. You had been waiting for the right moment to try the rope Davina had created, and you were certain that tonight was the night.

You pulled a robe over your outfit, concealing it until the right moment. Then you sat back on your bed and texted Elijah.

"Are you free tonight?"

A few moments later, your phone vibrated.

"For you, always."

You grinned and quickly replied, "Come over."

He sent a thumbs up, and you tossed your phone aside, your nerves kept you from sitting still, and you spent the next ten minutes pacing anxiously around the room. When you finally heard a knock on the door, you jumped, startled by the sound. You took a deep breath and walked to the front of your apartment.

When you opened the door, you were greeted by a sight that made your mouth water. Elijah was dressed casually, in just a t-shirt and jeans, it was a rare sight, and one that had you practically drooling.

You stood there in silence for a moment, taking in the sight of him, until he cleared his throat and asked, "Can I come in?"

"Yes, sorry. Come in." You stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You let yourself melt into him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

"What's this for?" You asked, teasingly tugging on his t-shirt, your hands roaming across his broad chest. "Has your dry-cleaner gone and quit on you?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "I figured we would just have a quiet night in. No need for the formalities."

You nodded, your hands traveling down to his waist. You felt his body tense slightly when your fingers began to dance along the bare skin under the hem of his shirt.

"Well, I have a surprise for you," you said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He raised an eyebrow and gave you a curious look. "A surprise? Well, now I'm intrigued."

You laughed and grabbed his hand, leading him to your bedroom. Once inside, you turned and faced him, taking a deep breath before you began to untie your robe. But then you stopped, looking at him with a naughty smirk.

"Take off your shirt," you ordered, your voice suddenly more confident.

He looked surprised by your words, but quickly obliged, pulling the t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

"Hmmm," you smiled as your eyes traveled down his body, appreciating his toned abs and muscular arms, lingering on where a trail of dark hair disappeared into his jeans. "Now the pants."

You watched as his hands moved to unbutton his jeans. He kept his gaze locked on you, his dark eyes filled with lust. Once the pants were undone, he slowly pushed them down, revealing his black boxer briefs and the outline of his half-hard cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, but you knew this was just the beginning. As much as you wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him senseless, you had a plan, and you were determined to stick to it.

"Get on the bed," you commanded, gesturing to the large mattress behind him.

He climbed onto the bed, sitting back against the pillows and watching you with curiosity. You untied the belt of your robe and let it fall open, revealing the sheer lingerie underneath.

Elijah's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as they traveled over your body.

"Do you like it?" You asked, teasingly running a finger along the edge of the lace trim.

He nodded, unable to speak, his cock already fully hard and straining against his underwear.

"Good, because I want you to do something for me," you said, your voice low and husky.

He nodded again, his gaze fixed on you.

"Take off your underwear and stroke your cock."

You watched him pull his boxer briefs down and wrap his large hand around his thick shaft, slowly stroking himself.

The sight of him pleasuring himself made your own arousal grow. You let your robe drop to the floor and climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs.

He groaned, his eyes never leaving your body as he continued stroking his cock.

"Darling, you are a vision," he breathed, his voice deep and raspy with desire.

You felt heat pooling between your legs, your nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of your lingerie.

You leaned in and kissed him, your tongues battling for dominance as you moaned into his mouth. His other hand came up to grab your ass, pulling you closer.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes dark with lust.

"Touch yourself," he growled, his lips brushing against yours.

"No," you smirked, "I have something else in mind."

You reached over and picked up the rope, which you had placed within reach on the nightstand. You watched his eyes widen, his hand stopping its movements as he stared at the rope.

"Do you want me to tie you up?" He grinned, his hand starting to stroke his cock again.

"I have something else in mind," you repeated.

Elijah raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"Hands up," you commanded, leaning back slightly to give him space.

He paused for a moment before lifting his arms above his head, resting them on the pillow behind him.

You brought the rope over his wrists, looping it around and tying them together. He chuckled, his eyes darkening as he realized what you were doing.

"I never took you for a bondage girl, darling."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," you replied, your tone playful as you pulled the rope tighter.

"Unfortunately I don't think this silk rope will hold me," he said, smirking as he tugged at the restraints.

You ignored him, continuing to tie his wrists to the headboard. Once you were satisfied with the knots, you sat back and admired your work, enjoying the way he looked helpless and at your mercy.

"Oh yeah?" You questioned, trailing a finger down his chest and abs, watching him shiver.

You slowly shrugged off one of the straps of your babydoll, letting the top slide down, exposing one breast.

His eyes fixated on your bare chest, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Mmmm," you hummed, rolling the hard bud between your fingers, teasing him. Then you did the same with the other strap, pushing the top down until your breasts were completely exposed.

Elijah let out a low moan, his cock twitching against his stomach.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his eyes burning with desire.

"Do you want to touch them daddy?" You cooed, running your hands up and down your breasts.

"Yes," he hissed, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

"Go ahead, tear the rope and touch me."

"Gladly."

He tugged at the rope, once, twice, three times. It didn't budge, much to his surprise.

"How the..." he started to say, looking up at the knotted rope.

"It's just a bit of magic," you smirked, your confidence growing as you watched him struggle.

You knew the ropes wouldn't hold him forever, but you planned on making the most of the time they did.

"Now, where were we?" You leaned forward, bringing your breasts close to his face.

He craned his neck up, trying to capture one of your nipples with his mouth, but you pulled away, denying him.

"Uh uh," you scolded, "You can look, but no touching."

You moved forward again, brushing your breast against his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth, trying to suck on the hardened peak, but you kept it just out of reach.

"I will be free soon enough, little one," he growled, his eyes locking onto yours, "and when I am, you're going to be punished for teasing me."

His words sent a thrill through you, but you remained calm, refusing to show him any signs of weakness.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do, daddy?" You asked, taunting him as you rolled your hips, your wetness coating his skin.

He groaned at the sensation, his dark, lust-filled eyes watched as you began to touch his body, teasing and tormenting him.

You raked your nails down his chest and abs, earning a hiss of pleasure. You licked a hot stripe up his neck, biting his earlobe before moving to his lips. You kissed him roughly, your teeth grazing his lower lip, and he moaned, deepening the kiss.

Your hand went to his cock, stroking it slowly as he tried to buck his hips into your touch. You pulled back, smirking at him.

"You're not going to come until I say you can, understood?"

"Yes, my dear," he breathed, his eyes closing in pleasure as you tightened your grip on his shaft.

"Good boy."

You kissed him again, your tongues dancing together as you pumped his cock. He moaned into your mouth, his hips thrusting upwards, desperate for release.

You broke the kiss, looking down at him with a smirk. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to have him.

You positioned yourself over his throbbing member, lining him up with your entrance. You felt a flash of nervousness, not knowing how well you would be able to take him, but the excitement overrode the anxiety.

You lowered yourself down slowly, his thick cock stretching you open, filling you inch by inch.

"Fuck, Elijah," you moaned, burying your face into the crook of his neck, the feeling of him buried so deep, making your legs shake.

He hummed, his biceps straining against the rope as he struggled to break free. You placed your hands on his chest, using him as leverage as you began to ride him.

You knew right away that you were in trouble. Usually Elijah would take the lead, getting you all wet and worked up, he always took his time, and the pleasure he brought was slow and delicious.

But this, being on top and having all the control, was something you hadn't experienced before. It was intense, and you weren't sure if you could handle it.

Your thighs were burning as you lifted yourself up and down, but you were determined to keep going. Your eyes met his and the sight of his pupils blown wide with desire was enough encouragement for you to continue.

You rode him faster, your breath coming in short gasps. You were getting close, so close, but it was somehow all too much and not enough. You didn't think it would be this much work, and you could feel your energy waning.

It was a terrible feeling, finally getting what you wanted and being disappointed by it. You had been so confident, but now your thighs were burning and you were struggling to keep up a steady rhythm.

You looked at the ropes, seeing that they were still secure. There was no way you would be able to finish this yourself. You were going to need help.

"Eli," you whimpered, your nails digging into his chest.

"Yes, my dear," he groaned.

"I-I'm not sure... If I can keep going," you admitted, panting as you struggled to continue, a frustrated tear rolling down your cheek.

"Well, I'm still quite enjoying myself. You look absolutely exquisite like this," he teased, his eyes roaming your body.

"Elijah," you whined, "please. I-I can't."

He gave you a knowing smirk. "If you can't keep up, maybe I should be the one in charge."

"Please," you begged, your face flushing as the humiliation of being denied what you wanted so badly washed over you.

"You created this problem for yourself, little one," he reminded, "but luckily, I'm in a giving mood."

You nodded, grateful that he was willing to help you, even if he did enjoy teasing you about it. You reached up and undid the knots, releasing his hands from their restraints.

As soon as his hands were free, Elijah gripped your hips, flipping you over so he was on top. You yelped in surprise, the sudden change in position leaving you breathless.

"You are such a good girl," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "So eager to please."

He kissed you hungrily, his hands exploring your body, his fingers tugging at the hem of your lingerie.

"And this," he murmured against your lips, "is very pretty. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to tear it."

Before you could protest, he ripped the babydoll in half, exposing your entire body to him. He tossed the torn fabric aside, his dark eyes roaming your naked form.

"But it was expensive," you half-protested, even though you were throbbing at the gesture of dominance and disregard.

He growled and pinched your nipple, earning a sharp gasp, then he soothed it with a swirl of his tongue, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"How much did that little magical rope cost you?"

You shuddered, already realizing this was the price you had to pay. You knew he would punish you for this stunt and it turned you on more.

"N-nothing, it was a favor from a friend," you muttered.

He didn't like the vagueness of your answer and took the rope and tied it around your wrists as he started kissing you again, your tongue clashing with his, while his large hand roamed your body, tweaking your nipples, earning a soft moan, and then traveling down south, running his fingertips along your skin, teasing and tickling you softly.

"You are going to do exactly as I say now, understood?" he mumbled against your skin.

"Y-Yes, Daddy," you whined, already desperately bucking against his hand.

Elijah released you, flipping you onto your stomach and dragging you to the head of the bed, tying the rope to the headboard so your arms are stretched high over your head. You were on your knees, and completely under his power.

You heard him rummaging around in his dresser and your heart began beating quickly from nervousness and excitement.

He kissed the back of your neck, the heat of his body warming you, and causing goosebumps to cover your skin. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you and you instinctively arched into his embrace.

"My sweet pet, are you ready to be punished?" he asked as he held one of his ties in front of your face, "Do you have a safe word?"

Your mind raced as he put the tie over your eyes. You quickly selected a word, just in case you needed it, though you sincerely doubted that would happen. Even when he was dominant like this, he always put your pleasure first, but you wanted him to believe you were scared.

"Coffee."

"Excellent," he replied as the smooth fabric was tied tightly around your head.

You tried to lean forward but couldn't move an inch with the rope around your wrists. This rope has successfully restrained Elijah, there was no way you were getting free until he cut you loose.

"I must say… that magic rope is quite a dangerous weapon, a threat to my family." He whispered against your ear, a hint of danger in his voice, sending an excited tingle through you.

You suddenly felt his strong hand wrap tightly around your neck. He wasn't squeezing yet but he was definitely letting you know who's in charge.

"You and I both know how I handle threats to my family," he said, pressing a kiss against your neck.

A moan escaped your lips and you could hear him chuckle. You were so wound up, you weren't sure how long you could take this.

"Stay quiet," Elijah commanded.

As if in punishment, he withdrew his hand from your throat, and you almost immediately missed the feeling of his warm hand against you. A sudden slap to your ass made your body jolt.

It burned from the force of it, his large, powerful palm practically covering your entire cheek. Every sensation was heightened by the tie around your eyes and you felt your whole body heating up, your blood rushing in anticipation of what was to come.

He hit you again, on the same cheek, harder than the last time. The sound of his hand hitting your flesh seemed to fill the room. Tears pooled in your covered eyes, the burning sensation making your body hum in pleasure, mixed with a bit of pain.

You weren't sure if you could handle one more of his heavy-handed swats. Your arms hurt from being pulled high above your head, and your wrists were already chafing.

You heard him reach into your night stand, searching for something that would bring you a different kind of pain. He found what he was looking for, trailing it down your spine. It was cold and smooth, and it made your stomach drop when you realized what it was.

"Eli- wait," you protested, none of this night was going to plan, but this? You had fantasized about it, sure, but this was-

Your mind went blank when he pushed it inside you, and without mercy, he switched it on. It buzzed to life and the sudden onslaught of the vibrations made your legs shake uncontrollably, your wrists burning slightly as you pulled on them.

It was like you were filled with electricity. And the noises you were making? They were a mix of moans and pleas for release, your body already nearing its limit.

His hand was gone, no more spanking and yet- the buzzing didn't stop, you had no release in sight and that's when you realized your mistake. He wasn't going to let you finish, the intention to drive you near your peak only to take you back down.

It was torture.

And you were absolutely loving it.

The minutes seem to tick by, maybe hours. Who knows anymore. All you're aware of is your trembling thighs, sweat glistening your back and your voice, cracking slightly as you scream and moan, writhing at the touch of his hand, then the hard buzzing once again.

"Hmm, we've never tried this setting before," he mused.

"Please Eli-"

He increased the intensity, a loud buzz echoing the room, and a series of vulgar curses escaping your lips, making him laugh.

The vibrator inside you was now pulsing at a rapid pace, the pleasure blinding, building, and there's nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable.

"Don't you dare come," he ordered.

"I can't-" you began, already starting to crumble under his control.

He gave the end of the vibrator a small twist and it hit a new spot that was pure euphoria. You tried to hold on, but it was impossible, your vision went white as an orgasm rocked through you, stealing your breath away, and all of the pent up tension that was burning in the depths of your core.

You let out an ecstasy-laced scream, every fiber in you igniting, every nerve firing at once as an immense surge of pleasure washed through your trembling body, shaking you to the core.

In that moment there was only bliss. The kind of sweet bliss that washes over your exhausted form, turning your limbs to rubber and melting your insides.

Your wrists ached, and you expected Elijah to untie you, but he had gone perfectly still behind you. Your heart began to race, suddenly filled with worry about whether he had become angered by your release. You honestly couldn't undergo another round of his erotic torture and live through it.

The silence and inaction was far worse than any punishment and you felt fear creep up your neck. Suddenly the vibrator turned back on at the max setting and his hand came down hard on your ass once again, leaving it stinging and burning, and tears brimming your lids, even as your body reacted with arousal.

You weren't even sure if your wrists could survive another round and it didn't help that the orgasm had made you sensitive to the point of numbness, but you can already feel your legs shaking, threatening to buckle underneath your exhausted form.

"Daddy, please I can't. I'll pass-" you started, the warning cut off with another slap.

You couldn't do it anymore, your wrists hurt more than the spanking. You remembered Davina had said that the rope could be undone with one word from you. Just as another spank was about to rain down, you rasped out 'confractus' and the rope fell off your wrists. You didn't waste a second, the moment you felt your hands free, you were tugging the blindfold down and pulling the vibrator out of you, tossing it across the bed and collapsing.

Elijah looked a bit shocked by your sudden escape, but that didn't stop him. With you no longer held in the bindings, he took it as another reason to keep punishing you and he grabbed your hips and pulled you underneath him.

His eyes were hard and wild, almost black, and his lips were curled up in a delicious smirk as he locked eyes with yours. The blindfold was held tight against your neck with one hand, keeping the pressure just enough to cause slight discomfort.

But then his eyes flicked to your wrists and the damage that had been done. The burns were deep, almost red and his demeanor changed instantly. His expression went soft, filled with remorse, but his dark, lust-filled eyes didn't change, still heated and primal, and needing release.

"I sometimes forget how delicate you are," he said softly, taking one of your wrists into his hand and giving a gentle kiss.

You flinched a little from the sting of it, watching his apology fill his eyes. You knew his guilt and self loathing was about to start, but before he could pull away, you reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and smashed your lips against his.

"I love when you get like this Eli," you admitted as the kiss broke, "Punishing me, fucking me, owning me. So don't start beating yourself up."

His response was an immediate hot sigh against your lips, relieved that he didn't hurt you.

"You do like the attention, do you?" he teased lightly, nuzzling your nose.

You nod, giving another kiss to the tip of his nose. "Always, but can you make this punishment worth it? It better end in a long, hot shower together or I might pass out," you whispered with a cheeky smile.

His shoulders shook from a silent laugh and his arms moved to either side of your face, caging you in with his warm presence, and you couldn't help the blush that spread through your cheeks as the emotion on his face flickered between the self-hating Elijah to the sweet one that you were in love with.

He ran his hand down your leg, then he lifted your thigh and held it against his hip and slowly, gently eased himself inside you. His lips were inches from and you couldn't look away. His eyes had softened now, and your heart melted at the devotion in them, only meant for you.

He slid his hand to the back of your neck as you clung to his shoulder, meeting him thrust for thrust as the pace gradually quickened. Your toes curled as waves of pleasure washed over you, but you held on this time, waiting for his permission, wanting to find release together.

His lips caressed your neck, his breathing ragged, and his movements became more erratic as his own control began to slip. The low, animalistic sounds rumbling in his chest nearly set you off, but somehow you managed to hang on.

Your mind is a fog, filled with everything Elijah; his smell, his warmth, the feeling of his skin against yours, the sound of his heavy breath, his low voice in your ear, his hips moving in a perfect tempo. It was overwhelming, dizzying, and intoxicating. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold out, especially with the way he was whispering your name like a prayer.

Your legs began to tremble again, Elijah knew you were close, and you were being so good for him. He could see the effort your restraint required in the furrow of your brow and the desperation in your eyes, he saw it in the twitching of your fingers and he felt the small spams from the place the two of you are joined.

"You've been such a good girl, come for me sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at your ear.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back. It felt like the earth beneath you cracked open and molten pleasure coursed through your veins, pouring into every cell and nerve, bathing you in absolute bliss.

Elijah kept rocking, dragging out your orgasm and making his own release finally explode throughout every part of him. As the both of you shook from pleasure, he didn't stop kissing you, kissing your cheeks, neck, and nose as the both of you tried to calm down. You clung to his biceps, relishing his touch, trying to calm down your raging heartbeat.

He released you and flipped onto his back, tugging you along, and making sure that you stayed close. You cuddled into his side, giving his chest small, gentle kisses.

He took your wrist, seeing the faint redness where the rope had burned your skin and gave it another tender kiss.

"Don't tell Klaus about the rope, he would not be very pleased to know you and Davina are making weapons behind his back, love."

You snorted and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, "how did you know it was Davina?"

He chuckled and rested his chin on the top of your head.

"Call it an educated guess," he teased and his hand playfully smacked your butt.

You both gave out a little chuckle before falling back into a comfortable silence. Your body had officially given out on you and exhaustion had taken over your form.

Elijah lifted you up out of bed and brought you to the shower, making sure that you were clean of any sticky sweat or traces of what had gone down moments ago. He wrapped his strong arms around you once you were dressed and both cleaned, bringing the covers around both of your bodies before kissing your forehead, and drifting off to sleep, holding you possessively against him.

This night didn't go as you planned, but you did not regret a thing.

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can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession · 2 years ago

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Hiya! If your still doing requests Could you do Murdoc x Fem girly reader headcannons

Reader is the complete opposite of Murdoc she is sweet to everyone, wears dresses likes pastel colours stuff like that. If that’s okay with you <3

Murdoc x Very fem pastel F! S/O

WRITERS NOTE: Hi! I honestly really like this request, I personally find any pastel style to be realy cool! But I do apologize I'm not good at gendered things- but I will try my very best! I hope you like the hc and that you have a wonderful day!

[ANOTHER NOTE: This is late again, life threw a wrench in my posting schedule again. Anyways have a lovely day, sorry for the delay!]

Edited: Nope

All art in this post is mine

TW: Curssing, Murdoc drinking, Murdocs childhood, Murdoc being a grouch, implied abuse?, spoilers for cracker Island, jealousy, insecurity, probably more but can't figure it right now- so just tell me any out standing ones I missed.

(Side thing: Murdocs shity behavior is not ok, it's toxic, I am not trying to indorse the shit he does!)

Characters:

/Gorillaz/

Murdoc(yay better murdoc drawing)

How???

Sorry HuH???

Just how???

You are the embodiment of a kind person... and Murdocs..... a satanic piece of shit gremlin with anger issues

So to say everyone- including Murdoc himself was quite surprised

The band won't let him live down the fact you two are so different

They tease him a lot, but other then that that band absolutely adores S/O

2D has straight up asked you why would you 'date 'an asshole like Murdoc', it was very blut though there was no ill will behind it

Murdoc will Call you the normal nick names such a 'dove, babe, love, ect..' but he will most likly call you a bit more sweet things- in private obviously, but this often happens if he's ih a more sensitive state-

Whether that be when he's drunk, high, hung over, ect... he'll just tend to be a bit loving- his voice is almost tender

And he'll use pet names like 'babydoll, sugar, cutie, my star, sweetie, the occasional babycake's', but Murdoc could use those in a very teasing way too if S/O is the kind of person who tends to get flustered

"*hic* ya'know, I'ma start... *hic* call'en ya cavity..." Murdoc said sluring his words

"What, why?"

"*drunken giggle* Cuz' yer so cute *hic* dat'cha rot my teeth... heh.."

S/O looks so different when standing next to Murdoc that some people find it concerning

When out in public with each other at night(ie. Murdoc draged you to a bar with him), there has been at least one case of someone coming up to you in concern for S/O's wellbeing, thinking Murdoc was some creep following S/O, or the every so often waitress or waitor asking if you are ok, when you and Mudz are out on a date

Murdoc gets really pissed when this happens, so S/O will have to call him down

With pastel and bright clothes you gonna want to not leave them around Murdocs room/Winnebago because that shit will be stained to high hell(even if you need a black light to see the stains), and those stains will never come out, so be reaaally careful

He doesn't really understand why you like pastel & bright clothes or makeup- but he definitely thinks you look good in it so he won't complain- as long as you don't try and put any of that on him(at least in public)-

Listen hun, Murdoc has a reputation to uphold!- Murdoc would often repeat variants of that

"SSSZZ-SSTOOWWWPPHhhu- *hmph* I have a reputation- and YOU-" Murdocs points an accusatory finger at S/O "-Fuck'in... leav'en damn stupid... neon fuk'en PINK lipstick marks.. on MY damn FACE... BEFORE A DAMN SHOW..isn't help'in..."

"Why'dya got'a go'in be so damn cute... yer stupid 'KinDNeSs' making me look... ugh nice..."

S/O when their in the later phases and later in the relationship- S/O definitely made Murdoc more nice but only really around S/O- don't get me wrong when S/O's gone Mudz still a complete ass

But he tends to be more chilled out, Murdy once he got close to S/O, he really wanted her to like him- but this isn't uncommon with Murdoc getting scared his shitty behavior is gonna scare a person he genuinely cares about away

He's in complete denial about going any for of soft, and he just ends up acting like a piss baby-

"Wha'dya mean I'm go'in soft!?!" Murdoc said pulling away from S/O

"Babe. You're wearing the *insert random pastel themed character* shirt I got you..."

"...I-...I had nut'en else to wear.." Murdoc tutned away with a huff

"You walk around shirtless and in your underwear all the time- what changed?"

"...ShutUp-!..."

"..Damn face ache..." Mudz slammed the door with a a groan, clearly agitated

"You ok dear?"

Murdoc turned to you and pouted like a bitter old man "Face Ache said I was going soft!!! Can ya believe that fuck'en nob!"

He's overall very bitter and sour about going soft, so don't tease him to much unless you want his grumpy-ness to turn into full blown anger

Murdoc like to send S/O pictures of things that remind him of her/her style

This is most often pictures of clothes, but it can maybe be a pic of a stuffy or somthing, these items are often pointed out by Noodle or even 2D

But when 2D talks about/points out things that remained him of S/O Mudz will most likely get jealous... and I think we can geuss how it usually goes from there..

Speaking of jealousy

Due to how nice and kind of a person S/O is to everyone, and how insecure Murdoc can be- he can get jealous pretty easy depending on the situation

And no it's not a 'ohh ahh, he's protective and loving' jealousy- no he's an insecure angry goblin man- only getting petty and aggressive, just sit him down and have a talk, he just needs some reassurance

To add to S/O dressing up Murdy. Murdoc refuses to match outfits, he refuses to let you do his makeup... or take pictures of it to show it to people at least..

Like my last statement implies Murdoc has let her do his makeup before, S/O just can't take pictures to show it around to people- tho this doesn't mean you can't take pictures at all

Because you can and you do, S/O has so many pictures of Murdoc in a skirt, or a full face of makeup, etc... and there all adorable even if Murdoc is pissed in all of them

Murdoc refuses to match your style or do any of the dressing up thing in public, or let any of it go out into public. He is stubborn and this is a big boundary for him, so please respect this.

This doesn't just apply to appearances, but just his stuff in general, so no cute neon stickers on things, or cutesy decorations without his permission. Murdoc stands firm on his decision so don't push to much he will get really agitated, and it might lead to a fight- like I said his stubbornness is off the chart.

Murdoc teases S/O quite a bit especially at the beginning of the relationship, and especially if its in earlier phases-

It's how he copes with nice people, Murdy isn't use to people being nice

Murdoc grew up with assholes, he was raised to be an asshole, and he was raised in a way to basically see kindness to be a form of weakness.

So him being shown kindness from this goddess, in response he freaks out a bit and just get really teasy out of defense at first

And knowing him, he might say some upseting things. So S/O has to walk very carefully around early phase Mudz or just a bit early in the relationship

Murdocs sweetheart of a girlfriend is gonna have to break down some walls, and honestly this applys to all and any relationship with Mudz- theres always a few walls to get through

But with any initial kindness there will be some extra defense put up by Murdoc

(I wanna talk about phaze 7 Mudz specifically for a second, so like spoiler warning I guess? )

Murdoc is firm on the fact what he is wearing isn't a dress- we all know what I'm referring to!

That thing he wears in the Cracker Island music video.

He referres to it by whatever it's actually name is(again I don't know, I'll edit it when I figure it out) or he calls them PJ's. He has referred to it dress like but never a girly dress like somthing S/O would wear- and he gets pissy if anyone goes around calling it that. Though in the passed Murdoc has probably worn a dress before.

(Ok weird tangent over, back to just general Murdoc)

Despite hating it when S/O does his makeup or dressing him up- Murdoc does love picking her clothes out and has more then once done S/O's makeup- and he isn't the greatest at first but he does eventually learn how to apply eyeliner without impaling your eyes

Murdoc while is proud of his work- will not stop laughing at how she looks after he's done S/O's makeup

Murdoc 100% underestimates S/O, he thinks S/O is one of the most pure things ever and he wants to mess that up ;)

JK- I'm just joking... particularly...

Anyway!-

He just kinda sees S/O as a bit of a childish innocent person who's oblivious to the world- like how else could you be so happy?

If S/O really is that innocent than good luck, becuase that sure as hell isn't gonna 100% last if she wants to stay with this Satanist

But if you arn't as innocent well then it's quite a pleasant surprise to Murdoc

It's up to you to determine how you want Murdoc to figure out S/O's lack of innocence but here are some examples

1. Murdoc used a horribly raunchy and crapy pickup line on S/O and she retorted back with her own, this left Murdoc flustered and stunned before he played it off pretty well. Mudz jokes about this later on because he finds this situation funny

2. Murdoc whilst pissed said some unsavory things, and S/O responds in a way that shows she understood what he just said, and Murdoc depending on how bad what he said was would either laugh it off or he would immediately choke on his own spit, then awkwardly defend himself

3. Very similar 1 but Murdoc made a dirty or just inappropriate joke and S/O expressed they understood and Murdoc would just burst out laughing

Just a few ideas- but it's up to you

But once Murdy finds out, him being the dirty little man he is- he's gonna tease you about it. Mudz sometimes mockingly treats you like a kid- with all good intentions of course

Either way innocent or not S/O is just as appealing- just in different ways

"Dove... your cuteness juz made me throw up'en my mouth.."

#gorillaz x reader #murdoc x reader #murdoc niccals #murdoc niccals x reader

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foldedblankets · 2 years ago

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can i beg for an extremely sappy fluffy fic about eddie and a reader with body dysmorphia

Insecurities |E.M

Eddie munson x reader

A/n: begs noticed!! Thank you for the request love, please remember you are beautiful!! And I’m sorry if the wait was long, I hope this is okay! Find my masterlist here: masterlist

Warnings: cussing, mentions of insecurity, bodies and maybe unhealthy eating habits. Slight trigger warning I think! Not proofread!!

Eddies eyes lingered on you from the other side of the dining table, he was staying at your house for a short while during the whole Chrissy situation. He had noticed you seemed kind of distant this morning, you had woken up in an odd mood, only responding to him with short replies and staring off into space, as of right now he noticed you zoned out looking down.

“Hey babe?” He asked and your head shot up, as of woken up from a nightmare and his eyebrows frowned slightly “what’s up?” He asked but you just shook your head “I’m just tired, I think I woke up feeling kind of down” you excused, it may have been true, you did seem down but he knew easily there must have been more to it.

He sighed, putting his spoon back in his bowl of cereal and sitting up “cmon, talk to me” he said, sounding sympathetic. “Eds, it’s nothing really”

“Babydoll, shut it, c’mere” he beckoned you with his fingers, complying you stood up and walked over. He pulled you onto his lap, kissing all down the back of your neck and shoulder repeatedly “tell me what’s wrong or I’ll tickle you” he threatened and you finally gave in as his fingers brushed against your waist, flinching slightly. Your back was to his chest, meaning you didn’t have to look him in the eye, he knew that would probably make you feel more comfy.

As you let out a sigh and crossed your arms around your stomach he raised a brow, ready to listen. “I just- last night I was up super late and I got to thinking, why do I..do you like the way I look?” He could tell you were struggling to find the words

“Baby, ‘course I like the way you look, what do you mean?” He questioned, rubbing your arm gently

“I mean, so many people in our school are crazy stick thin or super confident in themselves and I’m just here, you could have so many girls, I mean you could have a perfect girl, I’ll never be a perfect girl, not like those ones in the magazi-“

“Shut the fuck up” he cut you off, turning you around “doll, I love the way you look, don’t think I’d choose any girl over you, i love you and your beautiful” he rambled

“But I mean- look at my arms, and my stomach, and..ugh” you groaned “look at my thighs”

He scoffed “don’t be stupid, you know I love your thighs, and I fucking love your stomach, I couldn’t care if it’s flat or not” his hand landed on your stomach “I don’t care what other girls look like or say, I think your fucking sexy and I’m like the most important human ever..sooo” he joked, causing you to laugh quietly, although he was right, and he was telling the truth, he would do anything for you and he made that clear every day.

“You better eat okay? Don’t ever skip meals or vomit cuz you think you need to be skinny, coke to me” he tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead “I love you” he said calmly as he placed his forehead on yours

“I love you too, munson” you smiled and he chuckled, pecking your lips “mkay, how about we watch a movie, yeah?” With your approval he carried you into the living room and collapsed on the couch, wrapping his arms around you as you lied on him, choosing a movie.

“Put something scary on!” he whines as you picked some shitty movie, tickling your waist, causing an eruption of laughter as Eddie proceeded to joke for ages, the movie being ignored completely

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic

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starbuckie · 4 years ago

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can we get some college!bucky? he's really popular and the reader is his shy girlfriend?

YES I LOVE COLLEGE BUCKY AU’s MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF OMGOMG LETS DO THIS

he’s the barista at the coffee shop

of course he fucking is because even though this mans gets into college on a baseball scholarship he still needs to eat

and the second y/n walk into the cafe he is absolutely floored

thus begins this awkward, timid, but nonetheless beautiful relationship

“hi, i’m order, can i get your name?”

and his face just turns firetruck red because this beautiful girl is standing in front of him with the most confused expression on her face

and he’s just thinking well i’ve fucked this up immediately, what else is new, but then in the most quiet of voices he hears “y/n”

his eyes widen by a tenfold and he’s scrambles his dignity together to offer his name in return and the smile on her lips was the prettiest darn sight he ever saw

she had to go to class quickly, and y/n was really upset and worried she wouldn’t get the cute guys number but on her coffee cup in messy scrawl is his phone and a smiley face

y/n calls him right after class, and for their first date he shows up at her dorm room door with a bouquet of flowers and an apology for his awkwardness earlier that morning

she doesn’t mind it tho, it’s her favorite look on him

and so it goes, with dates at a bar back in brooklyn, away from the other students’ hangouts, and quick kisses between classes and many many snack breaks

bucky’s never been slow before, every girl he’s been with has wanted to go fast, but with y/n he feels like her friend before her boyfriend in all honestly

he listens to her rambles about the art class she’s just had and how her art history teacher is an absolute pain in her ass, and she cheers him on during games in the spring, everyone who knows er in the crowd astonished that the quiet art history major has such a damn loud voice

of course there’s the downhills of their relationship too

she despises parties

not like the protaganist in every teen highschool movie ever

the thought of a stuffy, crowded nigt filled room fills her to the absolute brim with anxiety, so much that she can’t move

it takes bucky a while to realize this

because even his twenty year old head can’t get through to the fact that there are some people who simply choose not to go

“c’mon, it’s the last one before the semester is over” “buck, i don’t want to go” “you say that every time? are you scared of the other girls there, they’ve got nothing on you, babydoll”

and y/n is so frustrated that he’s not able to understand, angry at her anxiety for keeping her back through this, because though it’s been years, the amount she tries is just never enough

bucky doesn’t leave that night though

instead he apologizes and reads harry potter at her insistence cuz he never did it as a kid

i love you comes a little into their junior year, about eight months into their relationship

and he’s the first to blurt it out, after they go out on a weekend night picnic and makes love to her by the lake

don’t worry no one was there nor did anyone see them, something y/n made sure of

she sweaty and he’s still breathing hard because jesus she has a lot more stamina than he does, but she’s stroking his hair and singing to him and he just whispers it

y/n is as happy as a clam

her eyes widen and she swears she stops breathing before she’s peppering small kisses all over his face and bucky is giggling while she murmurs the same words across his skin

and they know that through the hard nights and classes and the long long days filled with people they don’t want to talk to, they’ll always have each other

and that’s a damn promise

bye im off to go cry

#bucky barnes x reader #buckybarnes #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel #bucky fanfic #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #james barnes #reader insert #sebastian x reader #readerinsert #sebastian stan x reader #sebastianstan #Sebastian Stan #sebstan #Self Insert #tinymalscoffeedrabbles

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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OMG imagine that one day the reader decides to dress up in lingerie to surprise Lee when he comes home but he brings some buddies home too and you run and hide cuz you don’t want his friends to see you half naked and Lee went to go get you cuz he didn’t know why you didn’t come out to say hello or whatever and he sees how you’re dressed and goes back to his friends like “y’all need to leave like right now”

Sorry for the wait, I've been busy posting some other shit!

Also, I absolutely loved this request, so thank you lovely anon ❤️

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You’d been toying with the plunging neckline of your sheer babydoll for ten minutes now. The kind French tourist you’d met had gifted them to you, swearing it will make your husband stiff like a pole.

“But he’s already a horny bastard” You had told her as you delicately looked at the risqué clothing, never having worn any lingerie before.

“Yes, but this will make him gallivant and pant at your feet like a dog.” The woman had replied with a wink.

You didn’t think you’d ever have the courage to wear it, but you desperately needed to convince Lee to let you work at your store again, something he had absolutely refused. You thought you’d bring out the big guns, give him a little something extra and soften him up so he’d agree.

You were waiting for him in the living room, reclining over the couch in what you hoped was a sexy pose, legs bent so the soft sheer hem of the dress rode up your thigh and revealed the supple flesh. You were fixing the bows on the top when you heard it. It was a good thing his friends were loud assholes for had you wasted another few minutes, you would have flashed your husband’s friends with a free show.

You ran inside and shut the bedroom door the moment the front door opened, several heavy feet thundering in and raucous laughter following. You could hear Lee call your name out, asking his guests to take a seat while he came looking for you.

“Y/n, sweetheart, come out and meet my friends. The whole town’s been buzzing about the Sheriff’s pretty wife and I wanna show you off.”

You didn’t answer him, still hiding in your room and squeaked when Lee entered.

“What are you doing in –”

He cut himself off as he took one look at you in the pretty white number, audibly gulping as his eyes raked over your figure. The white color along with your big wide eyes made your look positively virginal and pure, and a soft whine escape Lee’s lips. His heated gaze met yours and he pointed a finger at you.

“Stay, don’t you dare move an inch until I return.”

His voice had gotten raspy and you bit your lip when you heard him march out in the living room and holler.

“Move out boys, I’ve got something more important to deal with that giving you free beers. Out, now.”

You heard confused voices asking if all was okay along with a few groans, and your legs squeezed together when your husband aggressively clapped someone on their back.

“Listen here you ass, if I get blue balls because of you, I’ll squeeze your neck until your fucking face is blue. Get the hell out, now.”

You heard the final shouts and thumps as Lee all but threw his friends out, their voices becoming fainter until they were cut off with the shutting of the front door. Quick, thundering footsteps made their way to the bedroom and the door was banged open. Lee’s eyes were feral when he looked at you, his hands flying over the buttons of his shirt as a bulge strained against his pants.

“Come here wife, I need to punish and reward you for being the most beautiful creature on this Earth.”

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Tags: @shooting-star-love @sebastiansthot @its-izzys @stanmysoul @what-is-your-wish @springsoulofengland @i-alyssa @sebscarebear @sarge-barnes-sir

Drabbles Masterlist

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker #drabbles

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beeeeeeecause · 5 years ago

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Makeshift Couples Counseling

Dust flies from the mattress as you flop onto the worn cushions, a creak resonating from the bedspring. Your eyes are screwed shut and fists are clenched. You vaguely hear someone else enter the room but there's too much buzzing in your mind to acknowledge it.

"Hey, dude, are okay?"

Lydia's voice barely registers. You consider not responding and just letting her get the idea: you want to be left alone. But you love this girl too much to give her even a hint of cold shoulder.

"I'm fine Lyd's."

You roll over onto your stomach and try to release the tension in your body.

"You sure? Cuz it looks like you're crying into my pillow right now."

Were you crying? Huh. When did that start?

You fingertips brush under your own eyes and collect the moisture there.

Lydia is still in the door way, studying you. With hair frazzled and dark circles, there was nothing you could say to convince her you're stable.

"It's just a headache, keeps coming and going." You reply weakly. Just as you finish your sentence, another guest appears in the doorway, this one less welcome.

"There's my girl!" The all too familiar, raspy voice exclaims. But there's no affection in his voice—only disparagement.

"Aaaaaaand it's back again."

Lydia glances between you and Beetlejuice, with her arms crossed and brows furrowed.

"Are you two okay?" She points her finger incredulously at you two.

You don't have the heart to look at him right now, you know if you lift your head all the angry tears will spill over and you'd really rather not start a screaming match with him in front of a 16 year old girl.

"Oh, us? We're peachy keen, super in love, nothin' to worry about here." The ghost smiles unconvincingly and pats your leg. The gesture almost makes you punch him.

Lydia is too smart for her own good, and she knows you far too well for this weak charade to fool her. She takes careful note of the way you subtly move away from Beetlejuice's touch, very unlike you.

"No. You're not. Tell me what's going on before I go get Barbra."

You roll over and sit up so fast you make yourself dizzy.

"Don't get Barbra! We can sort it out ourselves!"

"Aha!," She points at you with manicured nails.

"So there is something wrong, what the hell happened? You two never argue."

"Everybody argues, kid. We're not saints."

It unnerves you how soft he's being towards her. He's less rowdy, for once, Beetlejuice is still. He's hurting.

She sits on the bed between you two. She's fiddling with her hands, the situation had made her anxious and that's the last thing you want.

"Hey," you say gently, urging her to look at you.

"We're fine hun, you don't have to worry."

Your comforting seems in vain, as her pained expression doesn't change.

Beetlejuice clasps a hand on her shoulder. Her head snaps towards him.

"This shit happens kid. Don't get all worked up about it." — Kind with a hint of insensitive, very on brand for him.

"I know I just...I wouldn't want you two to break up or something."

She looks down at her lap and sniffles.

"You guys are my family, I don't want something to happen, a-and you guys not to hang out with all of us anymore."

You hasn't really thought about the ramifications your relationship would have on the teenage girl. Sure, the three of you were close, but it was becoming evident just how much she valued the makeshift family she had.

Your arm wrapped around her middle.

Beetlejuice looked at you then, his head tilted slightly and a sad smile on his face. You reciprocated the sentiment.

"Lydia...that's never gonna happen." You told her reassuringly.

"Sure, Beej and I have our problems, but he's the only one for me. I'm not leaving him—"

"—and we're not leaving you, kiddo" He finishes for you.

"Not even death could do us part."

In that moment, whatever the hell you two had been arguing about didn't seem to matter so much anymore. Relationships were hard and complicated and challenging, but there was nothing you wouldn't do for your family.

With one glance he seems to understand exactly what was going through your head, and your heart filled with affection.

His fingers intertwined with yours behind Lydia, as he flashed a genuine smile.

After a few seconds of basking in the warmth of your family's affection, Barbra's voice sounded from a kitchen, calling for Lydia.

"I should go see what she wants, will you guys be okay?"

You both nodded.

"We're good babes."

Her black dress flared as she turned and left the room. A comfortable silence settled.

"I'm sorry."

You and beetlejuice spoke at the same time, making you both quietly laugh.

He yanked at your intertwined hands and pulled you to his chest. Your head buried in his striped suit jacket.

"Listen babydoll, I get it, I can be insufferable as shit and probably really fucking annoying—"

"Both of those things are very true yes."

He playfully pinches your side, hard, and you yelp.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, what I'm tryna say is, I love ya, and I'm sorry for bein' a dick these last few days."

You wrap your arms around his torso, a silent way of letting him know you accept his apology. Though, you know Beetlejuice is more of a 'words of affirmation' type of guy. Your voice is small when you finally speak up.

"I forgive you, Beej. I'm sorry for being so harsh. I know you're just trying to make me happy...it's just everything going on lately, all the planning, it gets to me sometimes."

He strokes your back lovingly, causing you to shiver because his hands are goddamn freezing.

"I know you've been stressed lately babes, and I wanna help out, but you've gatta let me," he tells you calmly.

"...so are you gonna put it back on?" He adds nervously.

You pull back from his arms to look into his eyes. He's fidgeting slightly, and looks all around anxious. The guilt hits you like a ton of bricks. You nod sheepishly.

"I never should have taken it off. I'm sorry."

He slides the engagement ring back on your finger with ease, and relief flooding his features.

"I get it, babes, it's alright, but uhhh, try not to do it again?"

You kiss him softly, trying to convey how sorry you are, and how much you miss not fighting with him. You were both wrong in a lot of ways. Perhaps just because you're so used to agreeing on everything, but as you've come to find out: planning a wedding is far from easy.

When you stop for a breath, he peppers kisses along your jaw line, and pecks your nose.

"I love you Beej."

"Yeah yeah, I know—hey! Don't hit me! I love you too!"

the previous tension in the room dissolves into giggles.

Lydia sat on the floor, ear pressed to the closed wooden door to her own bedroom. Barbra and Adam leaned over her, both itching to hear what was happening on the other side of the wall.

"Did it work?" Adam finally asked.

Lydia shushed him with a finger to her lips and a quick glare.

A few more seconds pass before she stands up and nods at the couple.

"All fixed, no more arguing." She says proudly.

They sigh with relief, letting their shoulders sag.

"Oh, thank god, I couldn't stand their fighting any longer." Barbra sighs.

"I'm just glad I won't have to deal with Beetlejuice's loneliness-induced temper tantrums anymore."

Lydia nods her head in agreement.

"Did they really think we wouldn't be able to tell something was wrong?"

Barbra shrugs.

"You know how they are, they like doing everything themselves. What did you say to them to get them to make up anyway?"

The dark haired girl smiles mischievously.

"Gave em' the whole, 'if you break up it'll ruin my life' type of talk.

She wraps her arm around her shoulder.

"Nice work, hun."

[Heres more content that no one asked for lmao]

#beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice blog #alex brightman #beetlejuice the musical #beetlegeuse #lydia deetz #the maitlands

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defleurtradingco · 5 years ago

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The Merry Month of Mirth- Shaking

(Previous: Mother , Next: Surprise)

“So first night back on the job huh? It’ll probably end up bein’ so dull it’ll feel like ya never left. I wouldn’t worry about it so much.”

“Maybe…I don’t know…I mean-” Liam looked back and forth between the road in front of them and Lowrey who casually lit another cigarette as he rolled the car window down. “Could you maybe-” “Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry.” It was a force of habit. The vampire tossed the cigarette out the window and reclined back in his seat.

“It’s all right…” Liam sighed again. He’d been doing that a lot all night long. Even during dinner.

Lowrey couldn’t help but notice it aloud. “That aside, had fun anyway?” “Huh? OH-” They slowly turned onto another dark and lonely desert road and kept driving. “Yes, dinner was wonderful! I enjoyed it.” Every so often Liam's hands squeezed on the steering wheel as they neared their destination. “I only feel bad that you can’t actually have dinner WITH me is all…” “Of course I can, I was the good lookin’ guy at the table ordering all the wine samples, remember?”

Liam let out a halfhearted ‘hah’. “Yes I remember. Actually it was really hard not to notice.”

“It’s hard to forget a mug like mine, I admit.”

“Considering most mirrors don’t work for you.”

“Hey-”

Eventually they neared a chain link fence with a toll booth and a security guard. Rather than stop and get out, Liam flashed the car lights a few times. The gate opened shortly afterwards, and they kept following the long stretch of road until they appeared in what could only be described as a parking lot in front of a military base.

Or so it had seemed from the outside.

“Ugh…All that talk online with kids saying they’re going to storm this place- just thinking about that makes me nervous.” Liam sighed again as he parked and shut the car off, remaining in his seat.

“You really think people are gonna do that? Listen, like….maybe three or four will show up and the rest will bail. It always happens like that. I wouldn’t worry if I were ya. Besides… Ain’t like security of this place’s yer job anyway, right?” “No, no it isn’t… But still- I just wouldn’t want anybody to-

Before Liam could continue, his phone rang. And so did the whole car. Well…the radio anyway. Bluetooth.

He frowned and raised a brow before answering. “Hello??”

“Good evening McPhearson.” It was Solaina.

“Oh! Uh- good evening Solaina? Did you need something or-” “I know you are likely on your way to work if you are not there already. I had wondered if Mr. Lowrey happened to be with you.” “Sure am babydoll, what’s up?” Lowrey snickered, leaning on the window sill with an elbow.

“There is an important matter I must speak with you about, if you have the time.”

“Time’s all I got these days if ya ask me. Uh, one second though, yeah?” “Of course.” The vampire gave Liam a look indicating to put her on hold, so he did. “What?” “Well since ya gotta leave fer work an’ all. I figured ya’d at least wanna give me one’a those ‘bye honey I’m off ta work’ kisses.” Lowrey grinned.

Liam let out a sputtering exhale, though he had a small smile on his face. “Oh, is that it?” “Yup. Sooo…?”

“Oh all right.”

They both leaned towards each other, sharing a quick kiss before Liam got out of the car. “Are you sure you can get back to the house?” He asked, turning back around and sticking his head through the open window on the driver’s side.

“Course I can. I can just fly back remember? Don’t worry about me.”

“..Well alright…I’ll leave my phone here so you can talk to her…Just make sure you lock the car doors before you go.” The last thing he needed was to have his phone stolen by some idiot.

“Sure thing boss.”

“Right then…”

Once Liam was gone, Lowrey fumbled around for the cell phone and squinted as he tapped at the screen. It took a few times to get it to take Solaina off hold. “There we go…I’ll never understand these gizmos.”

“You would if you would let me issue you one.” Solaina’s voice came through the car speakers once more.

“Nah, I think I’ll do without. Besides, wouldn’t want just anybody to be able ta get ahold of me all hours of the day now would we?” That would be dreadful. “So, what’s goin’ on? Ain’t it a lil’ late fer you ta be callin’? A powerful woman like yerself needs her beauty sleep.”

“Recently there has been a sighting of a potential member of the Royal Order of Jesters by Central Park back here in Manhattan. Grandfather will not speak to me about it, and the only other one who could possibly know more would be you.” Lowrey brought out another cigarette as she explained and chewed on it first.

After that he took his time in actually lighting it.

“Would you happen to know anything at all? It is very important. I need to assess how much of a threat they might become in the future.”

“What makes ya think they’re a threat?” “Mostly Grandfather’s reaction if anything. As well as Ben’s.”

“Ah.” The vampire let out a plume of smoke that flooded the interior of the car. “Lemme tell ya something. It ain’t really a thing ya need to be worried about.”

“So I have heard, and why is that? Be specific.” Lowrey exhaled in some slightly exasperated way. “Now why can’t ya ever just give me a social call huh? Always gotta be about work. All work and no play makes Jack a dull, dull boy Solaina. C’mon…”

“Fine then. How was your evening?” “Very well thanks. Vegas sure knows how to live.” “So it does. And how is Mr. McPhearson? I have not checked in with him in a while.”

“Oh he’s doin’ great. Ain’t shakin’ so much no more. Those new meds must be doin’ wonders fer the fella.”

“That is good to hear. Now then, why are you not answering me?”

“Yer killin’ me kid.”

“That would be the least I could do. Considering everything that’s happened. Very well then, have you at least seen anything suspicious going on? Las Vegas is typically ripe with such things that can easily hide there.”

“As far as I know, everything’s fine here. Ain’t seen or heard nothin’. And ya know how much I just love snoopin’ around other people’s business.” “I do. How long do you think you will be there?” Lowrey rolled the cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other. “What? Here in Nevada?? Oh I dunno, maybe nine more days or so, ain’t sure yet.” “Any reason why nine more days specifically?”

“Nah. Just picked at random.” “I see. In the meantime, keep a lookout for anything suspicious, please.” “Am I lookin’ for anything specific?” “Yes, I was able to obtain a pack of cigarettes that was found to contain traces of fae. As in, not merely touched by the hands of one, but perhaps made with whatever magics they use. Or perhaps enchanted. I am not entirely sure yet. They have had a change in what logo they use, it seems. But you should be able to recognize it when you see it. It is a Venetian carnival mask.” “Solaina, I dunno if you noticed but Las Vegas is fulla clowns. How will I ever know which one is which? Ya ever been to the Rio? That one’s a real swell place. Got some kinda Mardi Gras vibe goin’ on-”

“Mr. Lowrey.” “Alright alright…I’ll keep an eye out. Just fer you. And cuz ya asked nicely.” “Thank you. And if you decide you want to speak about it and not remain so closed off just as Grandfather is, please call me right away.” “Don’t know whatcher talkin’ about but will do.”

“Right…Good night.” Lowrey sat in the car for a while longer after the phone call was over, thinking about it all.

His hand slipped into his pocket as he pulled out a pack of playing cards, picking his spent cigarette out of his mouth and flicking it out the window again.

The joker was at the top, giving him some goofy yet sinister expression.

#mirth #lowrey dodgin dem bullets

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