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strawberrykidneystone · 5 months ago

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Fresh Out the Slammer I Know Who My First Call Will Be

stanley pines x female reader

summary: stanley needs to be bailed out. again. don't worry, he'll make it up to you! he swears!

a/n: i am not immune to the gravity falls renaissance,,, all 22 fingers iykyk

tags: smut, set the week before the twins come to gravity falls, reader is late 20s-early 30s, reader wears a skirt, pussy eating, cowgirl, spanking (like twice), creampie (wrap it before your tap it)

ao3 version

y/n stood at the counter of the police department once again, her arms crossed as she had to bail stan out.

again.

how many times has she have to do this? she didn't keep track anymore, yet she would still do it every time he called.

"hey sweets..." his sheepish voice would always ring out as he called to her from the small holding cell.

blubs grumbled something about this being a weekly occurrence as stan meekly came out of the cell, knowing he was going to be in the dog house tonight. stan quickly put his signature jewelry back on and rushed out in front of y/n and held the passenger side door of El Diablo open for her, putting on his best smile as she slid into her seat, her arms still crossed.

the ride home was quiet, the windows were rolled down and stanley glanced over every so often at y/n as the wind blew through her hair. god she was so beautiful, he didn't deserve her. she was always there for him, more than his own parents, more than his own brother, and he knew that every time he messed up like this she just got closer to leaving him like everyone else. he knows better, he knows he shouldn't think like this, and she gladly reassured him every time, but times like this in the deafening silence only being broken by the erratic purr of the engine, he couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts.

this time was somewhat of a last hurrah for stanley since he had the twins coming over. he stopped smoking his usual cigars and replaced all his beer with pitt, even giving y/n a small squirt gun to spray him every time he cursed, trying to get out of the habit before the impressionable 12-year-olds arrived for the summer.

when they arrived home, stan ran around el diablo once again and opened up y/n's door. she seemed less peeved than she was when she first arrived at the station, but she still kept quiet as she stepped out and walked into the mystery shack, stan trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

y/n sat at the edge of their shared bed and looked up at stan expectantly, an aura of annoyance surrounding her. she had one leg crossed over the other and arms crossed to match. "awe doll, don't look at me like that, this was the last time i swear!"

"the kids are coming next week stan! how do i know that this was really the last time?"

"let me prove it to you sweets, i promise on my mother that my act will be together for these kids,” he said holding one hand up and placing the other over his heart like an oath.

y/n frowned a little but gave the old man a curt nod, knowing how important their stay was to him and how much he's already been preparing already.

"lemme make it up to you doll," stan purred and got down on his knees with a little bit of exertion, crawling forward on his knees and gently prying her knees apart. he looked up at her with half-lidded eyes, pressing kisses to the inside of her knees with an exaggerated "mwah" each time along with his stubble scratching against her skin.

this made y/n crack a smile and reached a hand down to run her fingers through his hair, landing on the side of his face, "and how exactly are you going to do that stanley?"

he loved hearing his name from her mouth, he grinned up at her and tugged her closer by her thighs, causing her to sequel with her back landing on the bed, "oh i might have a few ideas doll."

stan pushed her skirt up around her hips and licked his lips, already seeing a wet spot on her panties, "all this just for me baby? you spoil me."

he leaned forward and licked a stripe up the soiled fabric, mouthing at her clothed pussy and reaching his hands around to grope her ass. he nuzzled his nose against her clit, inhaling her scent deeply and hearing a whine spill out from her, "stan stop teasing."

he muttered something incoherent about patience, but judging by the bulge in his pants, he didn't want to wait much longer either. stan hooked his thumbs through the sides of her underwear and with y/n lifting her hips up, slid them off with ease. he immediately dove in like a man starved, massaging his tongue against her sensitive nub and sucking every so often. moving his mouth down, his nose nudged against her clit, encouraging her to rub herself against it as he thrusted his tongue inside of her. she took the hint and grinded her hips against his nose, moaning at the new stimulation while being partially filled up, feeling his tongue rubbing against her walls.

stan groaned and pulled back panting, her slick all over the bottom half of his face, "can't take it anymore doll, need you to ride me."

she giggled and rolled her eyes, "alright, get on the bed old man."

she turned over on all fours to crawl further up on the bed, stan taking the opportunity to give her ass a playful smack, a small squeak falling from her lips. y/n sat back on her heels and took off her shirt, along with her bra. by the time she turned around, stan was comfortably lying with his back against the headboard, completely naked with his cock standing up high.

y/n shuffled on her knees over to him and straddled his thighs, stan looking up at her light she hung all the stars in the sky causing her to blush deeply. she took his cock into her hand and rubbed the tip in between her lower lips, stan salivating as he watched his precum mix with her own arousal with his hands quickly making their way to her hips. as she finally sank down on his length, both of them let out a sigh of pleasure as her warm walls engulfed him.

she took a moment to adjust to his length, allowing his hands to wander up her waist, squeezing her breasts in his big hands and brushing his thumbs over her nipples every so often. he leaned forward and sucked on her left nipple, teething softly but careful to not bite down too hard, switching to the other a short time later. while he was showing affection to her breasts, she ran her hands over his hairy shoulders and reached towards his upper back, running her nails just hard enough to leave a mark. she gave an experimental bounce, her breath hitching as he finally bottomed out inside of her. stan unlatched from her breasts and leaned back, his gripping her ass with a shit-eating grin, "you ready to ride toots?"

she let out a breathy laugh and put her hands on his beer gut, leaning forward slightly to steady herself, "i'd be more concerned about myself if i were you."

as he was about to respond with something snarky, she lifted herself almost completely off of him before sinking back down quickly. he moaned and leaned his head back, giving her a little support with her movements with his hands. stan smacked her ass as she found a steady rhythm, feeling her squeeze around him. "that's it, that's my good girl."

stan grabbed her hips and kept her in place, thrusting up into her with his feet pushing down into the mattress, watching her breasts bounce with each movement. y/n moaned and arched her back, reaching a hand down to rub her clit for more stimulation, "yes! right there, don't stop stan!"

stan kept with the pace he was at and could feel himself getting close, gritting his teeth, "where do you want it doll?"

"inside, please!"

he nodded and reached one of his calloused hands down to rub her clit, replacing her own hand as he continued to thrust inside of her as she moved with him. with the rough texture of his hand, y/n opened her mouth in a silent scream as she reached her peak with stan not far behind as he released his seed inside of her.

the two sat in a comfortable silence, only their heavy breathing filling the room. y/n looked down at him and smiled sleepily, affectionately tapping his chest, "good job keeping up oldie."

he snorted and put his hand behind his head, "'m sorry doll, it was one last hurrah. am i forgiven?"

y/n pretended to think and tapped her chin with her index finger, "hmm i don't know... yes of course, I'll always be there to bail you out stan, you know that."

a soft smile rested on his face as he took the hand on his chest, kissing each fingertip, "i know you will doll, and I'm damn lucky to have you."

she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, grinning like a cheshire cat suddenly, "i took your bail money from your buried cash box."

"you WHAT-"

a/n: ty for reading!!! also it's my fanfic and i'll write as many run on sentences as i want!!!

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angel-of-the-moons · 1 year ago

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Miguel being cockwarmed?

Asdhepnfonelnlfbleb I LOVE YOU???

A Lesson Earned is A Lesson Learned

Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: SMUT, NSFW, teasing, cockwarming, dirty talk, Miguel's big ass hands

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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You loved your boyfriend, more than anybody else you've ever been romantically involved with.

Whatever you would give him, he would give back tenfold. Yeah, it was a bit suffocating at times, but you knew it was only because he was afraid of losing you like he'd lost his daughter.

He'd spoil you when you let him, but sometimes you simply had to tell him you weren't a material kinda girl. Physical affection, sweet words, and cuddles were what satisfied you most.

That and... Well. His hands. You'd be lying if having your shoulders or back or whatever part of you he wanted in his gigantic hands, kneading and rolling you into utter bliss didn't get you going.

And just one of his fingers was thick enough to stretch you better than some of your toys did. And yeah, sometimes you needed toys for relief when he worked so much.

His work with Alchemax and running the Spider Society left him quite busy. You weren't hurt by this, but it did make you feel lonely and rather... uppity.

So of course when he was home you paid him back in kind, teasing him relentlessly.

You would wear next to nothing, sexy lingerie, or maybe one of his gigantic tops that you were practically swimming in, not bothering with any panties beneath.

You knew full well with his super senses, that he could smell your arousal, especially if the tent in his pants were anything to go by.

But, he stayed glued to his monitors in his office, ignoring his erection and the sweet intoxicating smell of your slick all through his house. His sense of duty was strong, focused.

It aggravated you to no end.

So, with your cheek puffed out in irritation, you marched into his office, dimly lit save for the projections of his monitors as he scoured Alchemax work and reports from the other Spiders back at HQ.

"Miggy..." You sigh, coming up next to him in his chair.

"Hm?" He said, not looking at you.

But you can tell by how his nostrils flared and his pupils dilated that your scent was starting to get to him.

His gorgeous, chiseled jaw clenched almost imperceptibly as he swiped and pinched up another monitor.

You pouted and slipped your arm around his shoulder, sitting on the arm of his chair, knowing full well your sweet sweet nectar was coating the expensive leather; the scent would linger for a while, until he completely cleaned it and sterilized it.

You placed kisses up to his ear, then back down to where his suit collar ended, just beneath his pulse.

"Muñeca..." Miguel warned. "I'm working."

"I know, but I think you're working too hard." You sigh in his ear, taking his lobe between your lips and running your tongue along the edge.

He hissed at you. "Cállate, mujer diablo, estoy haciendo algo importante."

You frowned and ignored his warning. Instead, you leaned in, your breasts squishing against the heavy muscle of his bicep, and reached down, stroking the outline of his cock that was straining his suit with your small hand.

"C'mon, Miggy. You're a workaholic." You coo playfully. "Just let me..."

He gripped your wrist when your hand went to his watch to disable his suit.

His eyes were sharp, annoyed. It sent a thrum of fear through your bloodstream as he curled his lip back, revealing his crooked, fanged teeth as he sneered at you.

"You want to annoy me? Fine." He reached out and gripped your hair, pulling your head back sharply, before his breath was hot in your ear.

"Pero recuerda que yo tengo el control."

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You should have known.

God, but you never learn, do you? Every time you think he's going to do something you want, he does the opposite.

Just to reach you a lesson.

"Stop squirming." He huffed, reaching around you to type in notes on his holographic keyboard.

You whined, trying desperately to grind your hips down, to get his cock just a bit deeper inside of you, wanting so badly to have him just pin you to the desk and pound you until your eyes crossed.

But he kept you firmly secured in his lap. He wouldn't let you touch yourself, you had to keep your hands gripped at the arms of the desk chair that creaked under your combined weight.

He kept you from moving, his thick thighs parting your knees and keeping your legs spread open for him while he continued to work.

"Miggy!" You mewled. "Please! Sorry for bugging you, I just--"

He growled and reached between your legs, pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger hard, a mix of pain and pleasure sparking up your spine and making your pussy flutter around the length of his cock that was currently splitting you open.

You make a sharp squeak as he snapped, "¿Qué acabo de hacer?"

He smacked your cunt that he was currently stuffed inside of, sending another wave of heat racing through you, more of your slick gushing around him to run down to his heavy balls and staining the expensive leather.

"I said keep quiet. I'm working."

He leaned in, his presence absolutely absorbing your frame, his scent swallowing you whole, threatening to devour you in one piece.

"This is what you wanted, no?" He sighed. "You wanted me inside this pretty little pussy. You got me. Now sit still."

You hiccuped softly. "Please. You know I wanted you to fuck me! Not like this..."

"Too bad, mi amor. I swear, if I had a dollar off every time I have to keep teaching you this lesson, I'd be a trillionare." He said to you, his voice a low threat.

"How many times do I have to do this before you learn patience? Hmm? A hundred? A thousand?"

You desperately roll your hips, feeling the tip of his rock brush against that gummy soft spot inside of you. "I--I just--"

He hisses, gritting his teeth as his fangs slot into their places. He brings his hand up to the lowest part your abdomen, and pressed down hard.

You all at once felt the air squeezed out of your lungs, your pussy greedily squeezing him, your heart pounding in your chest, sweat beading on your brow and sweet tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You're going to sit here and stay still while I work. And maybe--maybe--if you stay quiet and stop squirming, I'll give you what you want. Understood?"

You frantically nod your head and Miguel cruelly flicked your clit.

"That's it. Be a good little cocksleeve for me, eh, bebita?"

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ineylesian · 2 years ago

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MIGUEL’S GIRL.

PETER B. PARKER/ MIGUEL O’HARA X FEM! READER

— AO3 | NAVI

— WORD COUNT | 1k

— WARNINGS | smut, masturbation (m), voyeurism (??), majorrr jealously, kinda cheating but not really, dirty minded peter.

— SUMMARY | it should’ve been him, but it wasn’t. you were miguel’s girl.

— AUTHOR’S NOTE | remembered a cod fic inspired by jesse’s girl and had to bring it to atsv. also peter b parker is such bee keeping age 🤭 crazy for him

Being dragged into a different universe sucked.

Peter’s head was pounding, his back aching, growing stubble itching at his chin. His foot tapped as Mayday rocked around on his lap, babbling about something he wasn’t paying attention to.

“MJ and I are on the rocks again.”

Yeah. You paused at his answer, looking back with your mouth slightly ajar.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Your response was quick, tones of guilt ridden underneath. “Uhm- how old is May?”

“She’s one.”

He sighed, slotting his fingers against his upper jaw. You were rambling about how pretty she was— his daughter, eyes shining, lashes batting at her teasingly. It’s almost as if you’d totally forgotten about what had just happened.

He’d put it lightly. MJ had called it quits (for the 5th time this year) the night this whole ordeal started. She found out about your, as she called it, “little tango with Peter Parker”, which was years ago and frankly over. You didn’t need to know that, though.

“You want to hold her?”

You excitedly walked over, scooping Mayday— his daughter, into your arms. Peter watched as you swung her around, happily responding with her incoherent babbles with nonsense of your own.

It was years ago, when you and him were together. Nothing much became of it; you dropped in from another dimension, he was single.. and bored.

Nothing much, Peter sighed; he’d know you for merely a month. Fell for you in merely a month, too, recalling the way you’d broken his heart, and his yours, as you headed for home.

That mere month he knew you was perfect. You were the girl of his dreams, he’d thought he’d escaped that.

But damn, you still looked good. Especially with his kid in your arms.

“Peter.”

Shit. He shouldn’t be thinking like that.

“Peter.”

His eyes snapped open, looking up to see Miguel standing over him, Mayday held firmly in his hands.

“She needs to be changed.”

“You’re such a dad, el diablo.” You snickered, earning a glare from the man beside you. Miguel handed Mayday back to him before turning to you, effortlessly hoisting you onto his shoulder with a single arm. “His terrible jokes are rubbing off on you. I hate it.”

“Miguelllll.”

Your whine echoed down the halls, settling coldly in his ears as Miguel took you away. A frown had absentmindedly settled on his face the moment you disappeared, following him to the bathroom. The moment he looked into the mirror, he saw it, forcing him to smile down at Mayday as she tugged on his pant leg.

“Just my luck, huh, kiddo?”

Peter knew he’d heard this sound before.

“Miguel, what if people hear?”

You’d asked it, over, and over. You were always a cautious person, but you always gave in too quickly for your own good.

He’d also heard the same whine buzz from your throat. The same one you’d do when he’d leave hickeys on your neck. The same one that he’d do to you— except he wasn’t, Miguel was.

Shit. He could’ve picked any other hotel tonight. Any other that wouldn’t have him staring at the ceiling, listening to you get ruined by another man. Any other that wouldn’t possibly have Mayday waking up to the sound of his ex getting fucked in the room above him.

Just his luck, indeed.

Why was he bothered, anyway? You weren’t together anymore, that was in the past, completely. You didn’t love him anymore, and he had a kid with another woman. Albeit, a woman that he couldn’t stay with for more than two months at a time. And, you did look really nice holding May.

…shit.

Seconds passed. Your moans grew progressively louder. Peter could feel his face flush, deep, spreading erratically to other parts of his body. Every nerve in his system was struck, listening to you make noises like that— noises that only he should be pulling from you.

Before he knew it, Peter was palming himself through his suit, aggressively, listening intently as your voice began to run a little hoarse. Miguel must have already make you cum once, then. He imagined himself in that position, spreading the embarrassing amount of precum that had gathered at his tip along his skin as his hand slipped further underneath.

Peter could almost remember every detail from your nights together. He soaked in each reaction, how your face would scrunch up when he fingered you, the way your eyes would roll back when he bottomed out. Your chants and pleas of his name echoed faintly against the shabby motel walls, contrasting with his in a disturbing symphony.

“Miguel.. ah— Miguel— don’t stop…”

It should’ve been his name you were crying. Peter’s strokes grew faster as he tried to block Miguel’s name out, violently fisting himself at the thought of you under him, hot and streaking with tears of pleasure. He could nearly feel the soft curves of your thighs that he would gently trace, choking out a moan at the way you would look at him while he was lapping up your sobbing pussy.

It should’ve been him. Should’ve been you he fucked his kid into. The thought had him grounding his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes brimming with tears as his abdomen began to tighten. You were outright wailing now, begging Miguel to let you cum.

Peter imagined that you were whining his name, just as you did before, eyes glossy, lips swollen and puffy. You cried one last time as you came, and he felt his own cum leaking onto his hands, along with Miguel’s quiet praises. He swore, burying his head into the pillows when he began to console you.

It should’ve been him, but it wasn’t. You were Miguel’s girl.

In this universe, at least.

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sinsolstice · 22 days ago

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DEDICATE TO MIGUEL O'HARA

❀ - oneshots ღ - blurbs ✎ - in progress ✓ - completed (series only) ✧ - contains contains mature themes with smut as subplot ༊*·˚ - smut heavy/plot 💌 coming soon (links unavailable)

✿ ONESHOT + BLURB

💌 ༊*·˚ angel of music

❀༊*·˚ after dark (el diablo au)

❀ why didn't you tell me

❀ across for comfort

ღ meeting miguel's variant

ღ professor rivalry with miguel

༊*·˚ stress reliever (college au)

✿ SERIES

✎ ༊*·˚ seven days a week (friends with benefits miguel)

✎ ✧ girl dad (single father miguel)

💌 eternal sunshine

💌 ✧ knowing me, knowing you

💌 ✧ mamma mia

💌 ✧ las lecessiones

💌 ✧ killer, killer

#💋 sin's masterlist #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #the miguel effect #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x you

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madelynraemunson · 1 year ago

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors LOOK THE OTHER WAY

Ch 007: Buckle Up, Baby

A night in the town with Eddie takes a spicy turn when an outfit on display catches your eyes. And what do ya know? It’s your exact measurement…

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 3.5k words

disclaimers & warnings — dialogue heavy, arguing, trauma dumping again, angst, yearning, shy girl yelling at eddie (as she should), sexual tension, grinding, thigh riding, car canoodling 🫣

“She’s a black magic woman, she’s trying to make a devil out of me.”

♡

Spellbinding is the best word you can think of to describe Nocturna, a town spookier than Hawkins just 20 minutes inland. It sure lives up to its name, with the average closing time for restaurants, bars, and shops being 3:30 AM.

“This city is so cute,” you beam. “Love the late night vibe it’s got going on.”

“Right?” Eddie agrees. “If Hawkins were a Spencer’s, ‘Turna would be the back of it.”

Eds takes you to El Diablo Bar & Grill where you settle for a ‘TURNA Tossed salad’ and beer. ‘The Eddie Special’ may have left you full, but there’s no way you’d ever pass up free food.

Your boss helps himself to a couple of beers as well, both of them way too hoppy for your liking. And just as you predicted, downing two of those bad boys after smoking a shit ton of weed has its repercussions.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?”

Personal space is a foreign concept for Eddie whenever he’s under the influence. Not like that’s any new information. You just didn’t expect him to be so tender, affectionately fiddling with your hair, using it as a mustache, and then attempting to braid it. You’re surprised because he actually does pretty well.

“Where’d you learn how to braid?” you ask.

“Taught myself,” he replies. “That way if Nancy ever calls out, someone at Hellfire would at least know how to do hair. Luckily I haven’t ran into that problem yet.”

“That’s really thoughtful,” you swoon as Eddie goes to braid your other side.

“I’m also learning how to curl hair,” Eddie adds. “If I could get past burning myself with the iron, that’d be great. Until then, I’ll always vouch for a traditional sock bun.”

You watch has he loops your hair around itself to secure the braid, just as he did the first one. Then comes the unpredictable. Suddenly, you’re taken aback when Eddie gives your hair a tug. Aggressively.

“Eddie!” you cry out.

He spirals into an outrageous belly laugh.

You shove Eddie away from you in a playful form of disgust, his dramatics launching him right out of his seat. Customers start to look your way. You hide your face in embarrassment.

“I think you’ve flown off the handle,” you accuse.

“No,” he denies. “Just comfortable that’s all.”

“Yeah and a bully,” you hiss, undoing your braids out of spite. He knows you’re kidding around.

“What?” Eddie questions, reeling you in via bar stool, smirk growing more and more prominent the closer you get. “You don’t like that I pull hair?”

“That’s enough, you little freak.”

Eddie stops, jokingly wincing at your harsh words. "Thought you were into freaks."

"...Shut up,” is all you can think to say.

"Come on..." he taunts, giving your side a soft pinch. “You know I'm right."

He is right.

You poke his stomach with one of your pointy fingers.

"Okay, and what if I was? Does that get you off? Mr. Know-It-All?”

Eddie clears his throat and squirms in his seat.

"No, actually,” he shakes his head, leaning into your touch. “Cuz that's just not true.”

Your eyes find each other again.

An apology lingers in the air. Eddie bites his lower lip as he stares, closing the gap between you two with a slight turn of his knee. You explore his dark irises, his wide pupils. When fixated on you, they emit what appears to be sorrow, with just a pinch of regret.

"Sometimes I'm wrong. And I fuck up,” he admits. “Whether I like to admit it or not."

Eddie chugs the remainder of his pint before slamming it.

You shrug. “Yeah. Like when you told me to get off my phone today but stayed on yours the entire time.”

Eddie chuckles away from you.

“Playing music…” you persist, leaning into him a little more. “Texting people…”

“You jealous?” he questions, tongue rolling around in his cheek.

“In your dreams,” you lie.

You’re so close to him now you can practically smell the beer. He inches closer, the front portion of his curly locks tickling the side of your face.

“In your dreams.”

Your thighs clench. In your dreams, indeed. Eddie winks at you like he knows.

“Whatever you say,” you scoff. “Freak.”

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After dinner, you and Eddie decide to walk around the shopping strip. Eddie walks closest to the street, leaving you on the innermost part of the sidewalk like a gentleman.

“So who’s Wayne? Heard you and Henry talking about him before we left.”

“He's my uncle,” Eddie answers. “Pretty much raised me since I was a kid. I owe a lot to him.”

You continue to walk. Somehow along the way, you and Eddie end up strolling with your arms around each other. He turns to ask,

“Who is Max?”

“Max?” you’re stunned to hear that name roll off his tongue. Despite him helping with her YMCA membership, you had always registered them as being worlds apart from each other. “She’s my sister.”

Eddie slowly nods in understanding.

“Her full name is Maxine,” you explain. “Max for short.”

“No wonder,” Eddie chuckles. “I always hear you mentioning a Max and have been wondering who that is.”

“You jealous?” you echo him.

He sneers, “You wish.”

You take this time to admire Eddie. His wanderlust eyes. His pronounced Cupid’s Bow. His thick, wavy locks. The tiny freckle at the crook of his neck that you were sure a lover left for him in a past life. The way his dark clothes always seem to hug him so nice. He’s breathtaking. The hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

"WHOA!" Eddie brings you back. "That's the hottest shit I've ever seen!"

There he goes again. You race after Eddie as he scampers across the street, leading you to what appears to be a lingerie-slash-sex shop. On display is a beautiful scarlet red two piece with fluffy wings behind it to match.

DEVIL WOMAN, is what the set is advertised as.

"Whew, lord," Eddie whistles, pressing his hands against the plexiglass.

He turns to you desperately.

"You can make SO many tips with this on," Eddie insists. "I'm telling you right now woman, you need to seize this opportunity."

"Are you gonna pay for it?" you joke, batting your lashes seductively.

"Sure!" Eddie exclaims. "A-anything you want tonight, you'll get."

It sounds too good to be true.

"Not you trying to spoil me..."

"Definitely me trying to spoil you,” a sneaky smirk forms across his face yet again. “Especially since I’ve been an asshole lately.”

It’s a fair bargain. Not like you can deny it either.

You two shake hands, deal, and make your merry way inside Madame Sédutrice’s Love Boutique.

Time to make his pockets — and heart — hurt.

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It fits you like a glove.

Everything is just right. There is no free space, but there is some real estate to breathe. The set is also squat and split proof. Perfect for a good show.

You strut in front of the mirror like a Victoria’s Secret Devil, relishing over how well the fiery red set accentuates your bust, hugs your hips, and highlights the cheekiest parts of your ass with just enough coverage to have the men wondering.

To leave Eddie wondering.

You’re parading around some more, taking selfies at all angles while Eddie talks to the cashier about guitars. Eventually he does circle back around, as you've been in here for a long period of time.

"Shy Girl," Eddie checks on you from outside. "Did you die in there?"

You put your phone away.

"No, but you're about to."

He laughs. "I love the confidence. Let me at her."

You pull the curtain over so that Eddie can see.

“Jesus fuck.”

Eddie sinks down to his knees, the tips of his fingers trailing from your hips to your thighs, down to your calves. He’s being dramatic again, you think, evident by the three bows of resignation he gives you as he continues to take in your beauty.

"What do you think?" you ask him.

"Simply out of this world," Eddie gasps. He stands to spin you around like he once did before. "You look... like an absolute fantasy. Destined for some alternate dimension."

His breathing heightens as his rough hands trail down to your birthmark. And soon, you’re up there with him.

“I can already see you on that stage,” Eddie gushes. “Doing your thing, stealing the show, driving customers wild. The spotlight soaking in all your beauty...”

“The version of me living in your head sounds pretty damn cool,” you giggle.

You snake your arms around the nape of his neck. Eddie blushes. “She’s a lot like the girl in front of me, actually.”

Either of you can let go now. But you both don't.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks.

"Mmm… I don't think I'm done just yet," you bat your eyes once more. "What’s a set like this without some accessories?"

You grab his hand and he watches in shock — almost starstruck by you — when you manually wrap his hand around your neck.

“Like a necklace of sorts,” you continue. “A choker, maybe?”

“A choker,” Eddie nods. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He gives you a teasing, gentle squeeze. You’re an absolute puddle.

He grins at you connivingly, playfully.

"Lead the way, m'lady. Anything you want tonight is yours.”

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Satisfied is an understatement. You’re strutting back to Eddie’s van now as he trails closely behind, hauling shopping bags that belong to you in each hand.

“Thank you Eddie,” you say as he manages to open the door for you too.

“Anytime, Princess,” he insists.

You get settled on the passenger side while Eddie starts the van back up again. He waits for a while in his seat.

“You looked stunning in that piece,” Eddie raves, the image of you strutting around still living in his head. “I almost don’t want you to wear it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What? Why?”

“I wanna be the only one who gets to see you in it,” he explains.

“Gatekeeper much?”

“No, I’m just selfish,” he says. “Especially when you look like that.”

Eddie takes it upon himself to fasten your seatbelt for you.

Your eyes trail along as he clicks it in place, adjusting the seatbelt so that it laid perfectly and untangled, protecting your hips…shielding your chest…

“My eyes only, you know?”

“Just yours?”

“Mhm,” he strains. “Mine and only mine.”

His gentle eyes are begging, glued to your lips like bees to honey. His tongue pokes out again, and you watch as he licks his lips in lust. Fuck. You can’t help it anymore. You decide to lean into him and try again.

But hostile air stops you in your place. There's fear in that man's eyes the closer you get and he pulls away from you.

OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

You swat the rest of him away. “You’re doing it again.”

Eddie sighs in defeat.

"I know."

The fact that you didn’t have to elaborate is very telling. Eddie is not stupid. He knows the game he’s playing.

You watch with zero sympathy this time as Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He lifts a hand. You flinch. Then you relax again when you realize the man isn’t trying to hit you.

“I’m VERY aware of what I’m doing, Hargrove. Okay? That’s the worst part.”

“And you think it’s okay? You like stringing me along, is that it?”

“There’s MORE TO IT, alright?” he groans. “I just don’t know how to explain it to you just yet.”

Eddie starts up again.

“I…” he says, his haunted eyes sparkling. “I just. CAN’T. get. involved. with a coworker. Let alone someone who works under me. Think of all the legal issues that can rise up.”

Bullshit.

“That is a FUCKING LIE!” you scream. “A fucking LIE, Eddie and you know how I know that?”

He looks back over at you.

“It’s because you didn’t think twice about it when you were hooking up with Chrissy.”

You’ve had enough of his excuses. Startled, Eddie shies away from you, surprised that you knew of what he so desperately wanted to conceal.

“Who told you that?”

“Who else would know?”

“Everyone at Hellfire, basically,” Eddie laughs pettily. “I just hoped it wouldn’t get around to you.”

Frustrated, Eddie turns off his car. He tosses his keys onto the center console between you both.

“Chrissy and I happened like two or three times. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asks you. “She was horny, I was horny. She never gave me the time of day in high school so I got all excited. One thing led to another. Thrill eventually wore off. Now she’s just one of my good friends.”

You cross your arms and glare out the window.

“But the reason I was soooo okay with the Chrissy thing is because I only saw her as a fling,” Eddie continues. “End of story.”

“Where exactly are you going with this?”

“The difference with you is that a part of me actually wanted this to go somewhere.”

Does he think you’re stupid? Surely Eddie can’t think you’re just going to fall for his words instead of his actions.

You scoff. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

You muster up the courage to look over at him again. And there he is, his big brown doe eyes glimmering under the full moon.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before, Hargrove,” he mumbles softly. “That shit’s terrifying. For the first time in an incredibly long time I feel like someone gets me.”

You attempt to look away again. Eddie cranes his neck over towards you to meet you where you’re at.

“Someone who gets what it’s like to have a shitty, absent father,” Eddie continues. “Someone who also had to learn how to navigate grief before getting a fucking learner’s permit.”

“You can stop,” you choke. “I get the picture.”

But Eddie continues.

“…Someone who also has to be the bread-winner of the family, not by choice, but by necessity. And someone whose now got a shit ton of trust issues cuz somebody else had to go and fuck ‘em up THAT badly.”

Your throat begins to burn. A soul cry marinates at the pit of your stomach.

"I'm so infatuated with you, Hargrove,” your boss insists. “Okay? You have no idea.”

You tsk.

“You’re infatuated with me,” it’s more of a statement than a question of yours. “Yet you push me away.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on, like you don’t have trouble accepting things you so rightfully deserve?”

He reaches over to grab your hand. You let him.

"There's nothing scarier than falling for someone who is your literal mirror," Eddie whispers. "Especially when you don't like anything about yourself."

“I know.”

You two fall silent and end up staring ahead for quite some time.

Both of you observe a couple cross the street together. The smitten pair are taking a stroll on the sidewalk, hand in hand and falling into one another like missing puzzle pieces. The guy kisses the girl's forehead, his silhouette reminding you so much of Steve.

“I also didn’t wanna get in between you and Harrington," Eddie mumbles.

“I told you we’re just fuck buddies.”

“But he really, really likes you.”

“Yeah, but if he’s not over Nancy, then what’s the point?”

It’s been a decade since Steve and Nancy broke up and he’s still lovesick over her. When you realized that she couldn’t ever be replaced, you stopped trying to pursue Steve romantically. Eddie falls mute again.

"I'm just his lil pocket pussy for all I know," you break the ice with a laugh.

"Don't say that," Eddie disapproves. "You are more than your body, Shy Girl."

“Then tell me what I am, Eddie,” the wounded part of you speaks. “Since I don’t seem to know.”

His gaze softens. “Well, it’s easy.”

You look at him.

"Corn ball alert,” Eddie prefaces. “But you’re the conversations you have with your regulars, asking them about their day and if they have any updates for you… You're the friendships you make with girls that you don't see a need to compete with. And you're that silly little dance you do when Argyle makes you food. And you’re also the destructive parts of yourself that you keep hiding from but little do you know that even those parts of you tell a story."

The sound of police sirens divert your attention. You shudder at the noise. Eddie seemingly makes note of it and clears his throat as a placeholder.

"…I didn't think you paid attention to any of that, Eds."

"I'm more observant than you think."

You believe him. After all, there are instances when you catch him sneaking a glance at you, turning away too late because you’re caught by his eyes to do the same.

A sigh escapes your body. You interlock your fingers with his.

“I don’t know what... this… is,” you begin. “But all I know is that I really enjoy your company. And that I’ve had a crush on you since the day I met you. If it wasn't obvious already."

Eddie snorts. “Even when I was freaking out over kegs and ground chili?”

“Especially when you were freaking out over kegs and ground chili.”

And now forgiveness is in the air. Monkey see, monkey do, and soon both you and Eddie are grinning at each other from one side of your faces to the other.

“Please,” Eddie requests politely with a gulp. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“Yes.”

To your surprise, Eddie leaves a peck on your cheek out of all places. This fucker, still so polite. He doesn’t touch or graze anywhere else while he does.

“Thanks,” he says as he pulls away. “I guess.”

But you only want him closer now.

“Oh don’t be stupid,” you giggle grabbing his face with both your hands. “Just fucking kiss me.”

You rest your hands at his chin when you pull him closer. And with Eddie’s permission, you sink your lips onto his. His warm breath circles you as your lips attach to one another.

There’s no turning back now.

Eddie’s lips are as soft as a cloud, and they seem to know yours very well. When he’s latched on, Eddie synchronizes with your rhythm almost immediately, getting a few more kisses in before his tongue begs you for entrance. You deny him access and push him back.

“Oooh,” you taunt him, causing him to laugh. “Someone likes me.”

“Maybe,” Eddie blushes, cupping the side of your face with one of his rigid hands. He gives the back of your head an endearing little scratch.

“But you…can’t get involved huh?”

Eddie shakes his head, doing his very best to stand his ground. He’s back to staring at your lips. “No. Definitely can’t…get involved.”

Of course not.

“Not even if I do this?”

You swoop over to press down on the button of Eddie’s seat belt to unbuckle it. Click. He restrains himself, but there’s wonder in his eyes.

“Or this?”

Your hands travel to the side furthest from you as you lean to crank the lever, lowering the head of Eddie’s driver seat to a 30 degree angle.

Amused now, he furrows his brows together and rests his hands behind his head, manspreading as you play that agonizingly long game.

“You’re pushing it, Hargrove…”

Using his unavailable hands to your advantage, you climb over him and assert yourself on his lap. A low groan escapes Eddie’s nose. You make sure to strategically situate yourself right on his crotch. Eddie’s breath hitches, hand hovering over your birthmark as you sink those hips into him. He bucks his up in return, trying to keep up with you.

“What about this?”

“Oh, that’s not fair…”

His hands are back at your waist.

A protruding essence grows in size as you continue to ride Eddie’s thigh. Soft, low whimpers escape from his chest, his dark eyes now beseeching at his mercy. Eddie’s fingers curl, enclosing themselves tightly around the fabric of your baby tee. His available hand gnaws at the seat below him.

“I don’t like playing fair,” you whisper huskily. “I just like getting even.”

Both of yours eyes are glued to what you’re doing, where you’re grinding, and how.

“Why do you do this to me?” he whispers longingly.

“I think it’s safe to say that you’ve been edging me for quite some time, Munson,” you shrug angelically. “Now it’s my turn to give you a taste of—”

You squeal suddenly when Eddie’s hand flies to your throat. The grip he has on you tightens hastily, long before you can even process it.

Shock overpowers you as Eddie studies you eagerly, with flared nostrils and a hot chest. You peer down at him with glossy eyes and yearning lips.

“Back of the van,” Eddie orders. “Now.”

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stanleypinesgf · 3 months ago

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Falling for Mystery - Chapter Nineteen

Falling for Mystery Masterlist Warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of: gambling, drinking and the trauma with the ex but it's not in depth, enjoy! Please note: this is a slow burn fic with eventual smut and mature themes, 18+ only and please check warnings at the start of chapters! i swear the second i post an apology for not writing, i get inspired to finish a chapter smh, oh well! TYSM for all the support so far!! w/c: 2,487 The last few nights had been a hazy blend of neon lights, full-bodied laughter, and the wild thrill of rolling dice. Vegas left us no better off, but not much worse either. It had been exactly what we’d wanted—a blur of spontaneity and freedom. But our relationship… well, somewhere between the casinos and the sunrises, we’d slipped into a rhythm as natural as breathing, like we’d been moving to this beat all along without realizing it. I was relishing this newfound feeling of security and warmth with Stan, and from what I could tell, he was too.

Now, as the glow of the city faded into the distance, Stan took us back out onto the open road. His grip on the steering wheel was firm and steady, a mix of confidence and pride that made me smile. In the El Diablo, he looked so at ease, like he was exactly where he was meant to be. I must’ve been watching him a beat too long, lost in thought, because he turned and shot me a curious look, one of his large hands giving my thigh a gentle squeeze.

“You okay in there?” he chuckled, a spark of concern flickering across his face, softening his usual bravado.

I grinned, feeling a warm glow in my chest. “Just admiring the view. It’s not half bad.”

A blush crept up from his neck, all the way to the tips of his ears, though he tried to shake it off, rolling his eyes with a bemused smile. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but the faint pink lingered, making him look a bit softer in a way I had come to love.

The engine hummed in time with the miles ticking by, and for those first few hours, the drive was effortless. Stan’s stories flowed as easily as the road ahead, each one more exaggerated than the last. He gestured wildly with one hand as he talked, painting scenes so vivid they felt like memories we were living right then and there.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I almost got kicked out of a bar for winnin’ too many games of darts?” he asked, laughter dancing in his voice.

I shook my head, leaning in closer. “No, but I’m sure it’s a classic.”

“Oh, it was! I was on fire that night. Took down this guy who looked like he could crush a car with his bare hands. I swear, he was ready to throw me out, but I just smiled and said, ‘Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t handle the heat!’” He laughed, and I joined in, the sound filling the car like music.

We traded laughs, filling in gaps in each other’s retelling of the Vegas escapades, our best attempts at piecing together the blurry, half-remembered nights.

Noon slipped by in a flash, and we pulled over at a gas station in the middle of nowhere to grab a quick bite. Even under the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights, that dusty pit stop felt like an adventure. I picked out a bag of chips while Stan eyed the selection of sodas with the seriousness of a connoisseur.

“Caffeine or sugar?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Why not both?” I grinned, tossing two cans of Pitt Cola into the basket.

Every small thing, from picking out snacks to catching each other’s eye over Styrofoam cups of coffee, had a quiet magic. We had this feeling that there was nowhere else in the world we’d rather be. It was new for us both, this effortless sense of belonging together, and I found myself cherishing it, wanting to hold onto every simple, beautiful moment.

As afternoon faded to late day, the sky stretched wide and open above us, painted with long strokes of orange and gold. The glow spilled into the car, catching in Stan’s hair and casting soft shadows across his face. He was quieter now, his stories trailing off as the caffeine from his coffee wore thin. I watched him try to stifle a yawn, his hand moving to cover it as though I wouldn’t notice.

“Getting tired, huh?” I teased, brushing a hand across his arm.

He gave me a sheepish smile. “Nah, I’m golden, sweetheart,” he said, but another yawn betrayed him as his eyelids drooped at the corners, making me laugh.

“Uh-huh.” I crossed my arms, watching him struggle to focus. “Why don’t you let me take over for a while? You’re gonna pass out if you keep this up.”

His eyes flicked over to me, his expression somewhere between amused and dubious. “This is the Stanmobile we’re talkin’ about here. I don’t just hand her over to anyone.” He chuckled, but it was half-hearted; even he couldn’t muster up his usual teasing grin.

“Stan,” I said softly, giving him an encouraging look, “I spent months practically living out of my car and navigating roads all over the country. I know how to handle a lot of things… including your baby here.”

He gave me a long look, the stubborn glint in his eye flickering as he weighed my words. “You sure about this? She’s got a few quirks,” he warned, clearly struggling between his protectiveness and his exhaustion.

I nodded, reaching over to give his arm a gentle squeeze. “Trust me. Just close your eyes for a while and get some rest. I’ll keep her steady.”

After a few more moments of hesitation, he finally sighed, giving in with a reluctant but affectionate smile. “Fine, but anythin’ crazy happens and I’m takin’ back those keys.”

“Deal,” I replied, grinning as he finally pulled over to the side of the road. With a tired sigh and a stretch, he climbed out and made his way around to my side. Though he looked a bit worn out, he still offered a hand to help me out, that familiar spark in his eyes softened by the weight of a long day.

Once I’d slid over into the driver’s seat, he leaned in, adjusting the seatbelt and giving me an approving nod, his eyelids heavy but still holding that mischievous glint. After he closed my door, he walked slowly back to the passenger side, sinking into the seat with a contented sigh. He gave me a lazy smile, crossing his arms as he settled in. “Alright, let’s see what you got,” he teased, his voice warm and easy as he closed his eyes, leaning back to relax.

As I settled in behind the wheel, a quiet thrill bloomed at the thought of being trusted with something this important to him. Adjusting the seat, I eased the car down the highway, feeling the low rumble of the engine beneath my hands. Beside me, Stan leaned his head back, arms crossed, stubbornly trying to stay alert, though his face already showed signs of fatigue. Not five minutes later, he succumbed, slipping into a deep, even sleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was interrupted by soft, unbothered snores, each one a little louder than the last.

For a long while, it was just me, the steady drone of the road, and the rumbling sounds of his snores as we cut across the vast, open stretch of highway. The warmth of this moment washed over me, surprising me with its ease and simplicity. Memories of the past flickered through my mind, moments I’d long since buried, but somehow the softness and the trust we shared brought them to the surface. It was almost startling to realize how far I’d come from those days when love had felt like something sharp-edged, guarded, conditional. I used to think that was how it was supposed to be; tight control, anxiety like a shadow I could never shake. I’d spent years keeping my guard up, never giving too much, always careful to stay a step back. Back then, I’d told myself it was easier to keep people at a distance, safer that way.

But here I was, not even a year into knowing Stan, and he was trusting me, not just with his prized car but with himself. Every mile we travelled, the gap between what I’d known and what I’d found grew wider. I glanced over at him, his face softened in sleep, a faint smile still lingering on his lips even in slumber. He wasn’t trying to be anything but himself, and somehow, for the first time, I felt like I could do the same.

After a while, Stan stirred beside me, blinking awake with a lopsided, groggy smile. He glanced over, his voice thick with sleep as he asked, “How’s my girl holdin’ up?”

I shot him a quick grin. “The car’s running like a dream. Smooth as ever.”

Stan blinked, then let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Meant you, Sunshine. But glad to hear she’s doin’ alright too,” he said, laughing quietly. He rubbed his eyes and looked me over, the concern in his gaze unmistakable. “You okay to keep goin’ a little longer?”

I nodded, warmth spreading through me at the casual way he asked, as if watching out for me was second nature by now. “Didn’t think you’d be so protective while I’m behind the wheel,” I teased, a playful smile dancing on my lips.

“Protective’s just part of the package, sweetheart,” he replied, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “But wake me if you need a break, alright?” His eyes softened as he settled back into the seat, a hint of mischief still lingering even in his drowsiness.

“Well, if we keep driving straight through, we can skip the motel and get back to the Shack quicker.” The thought of returning to our cozy little space felt like a warm hug, and I cherished how naturally I could think of our shared life as home.

Stan’s expression brightened a bit at my words. “That sounds like a plan. I’d rather be back in our own bed than stuck in some dusty motel any day.” He shifted slightly, nestling into the seat with a contented sigh. “If you need me, just wake me, okay?”

“Will do,” I whispered, a smile tugging at my lips as I watched him drift off. Butterflies fluttered and warmth spread through me as he casually referred to his bed as “ours,” reinforcing the sense of belonging blossoming between us. The quiet trust we shared was quickly becoming my safe space, and I savoured each moment of this deepening bond.

It struck me, almost painfully, how wrong I’d been about what I thought I deserved. I’d spent years bracing myself for the worst, anticipating moments that would make me flinch or retreat. But here, there was only quiet warmth and an unwavering sense of trust. Stan had slipped past all the walls I’d built, and with him, it felt like my journey was coming full circle.

In a way, I’d set out on the road months ago thinking I was searching for a place to belong, somewhere I might finally call home. But as I glanced over at Stan, his relaxed face softly illuminated by the fading afternoon light, I realised I’d finally found it. We weren’t just heading back to a small town; I was on my way to the kind of home I’d never known was possible, one I wanted to hold onto forever.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow through the windshield, I found myself humming softly to the radio. The familiar tunes wrapped around us like a warm blanket, and I felt a sense of peace settle in my chest. I stole another glance at Stan, his lips curled in a contented smile even in sleep.

“Hey, Stan,” I whispered, nudging him gently. “Wake up and watch the sunset with me.”

He stirred, blinking slowly as he adjusted to the light. “What’d I miss?” he mumbled, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

“The best view in the world,” I replied, tilting my head toward the horizon.

His eyes sparkled with recognition, and he leaned closer to the window, taking in the vibrant colours painting the sky. “Now that’s a sight worth wakin’ up for,” he said, turning to me, the soft light catching the warmth in his gaze.

“Yeah,” I said, feeling a swell of happiness. “It really is.” Stan's expression shifted as he took in the scene, and he suddenly sat up straighter. “Wanna pull over and watch it properly?”

“Good idea,” I replied, my heart racing with excitement.

Without thinking twice, I pulled over to the side of the road, the engine humming softly as I shifted into park. The sun hung low, casting golden rays that danced across the landscape. As I opened the door, he was already out and walking around to my side, a playful glint in his eye. “C’mere gorgeous,” he said, a hint of sleep lingering in his voice. With a gentle lift, he scooped me up effortlessly, placing me on the hood of the car, crossing to the other side and climbing up next to me. He settled down, our shoulders brushing as we leaned back to take in the view. The sky shifted from orange to deep purple, streaked with hints of pink that seemed to mirror the fluttering in my chest.

“It’s perfect,” I breathed, glancing sideways at him. He was gazing at the horizon, a contented smile on his face. I couldn’t help but smile back, my heart swelling with the moment.

“Not half as perfect as you,” he said, turning to me with a teasing grin. The sincerity in his voice sent a warm shiver down my spine.

Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his hand brushing against mine, fingers intertwining. The world around us faded, and suddenly it felt like it was just the two of us, suspended in time. My breath caught as he tilted his head, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat.

His lips met mine softly, a gentle exploration that deepened as I leaned into him, melting against the warmth of his embrace. It was a kiss filled with the promise of everything we were building together, a testament to the journey we’d embarked on. The sunset bathed us in a golden glow, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless and smiling, I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath me. “I could get used to this,” I murmured, watching the last rays of sunlight dip below the horizon.

“Yeah, me too,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “As long as it’s with you.”

We sat there for a while, the cool evening air settling around us as stars began to twinkle in the deepening sky. It felt like home, like we were exactly where we were meant to be—together, facing whatever lay ahead.

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puppycak3s · 4 months ago

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Come On, You Know Better part 2

warnings: this is the smut one okay? Minors be gone🔞🔞 freak shit (i set the scene so now y'all can just fuck), toxic relationship, Stan is an asshole but reader matches his freak, afab anatomy but no gendered language or use of y/n, enjoy fellow old man fuckers🫶

Had you told him 10 minutes? Had 10 minutes even passed at this point? As you pulled your car into the sketchy motel parking lot, you contemplated if you should even be doing this. You scanned the lot, the dim streetlight wasn't gonna protect you if someone didn't have your best interests in mind. Only one other car besides your own. The same one that would flash it's lights at you as it drove into your driveway. You'd recognize it anywhere. El Diablo. Of course you had parked by it, but unpacking why you felt safest to be near it was something future you could deal with. Nonetheless, your eyes wandered to it. It had definitely seen better days. Dirty and scuffed, probably from being on the run, a far cry to how it was the last time you had seen it. God how long was that now? 2 years, 3 maybe? Long enough for you to know to stay away.

You waited a second in your car, turning off the ignition. A part of you hoped he would come out to greet you, run up to you and pull you into a bear hug and spin you around, kissing your face as you laughed. But he didn't. No, he was going to make you walk up to his shitty motel room and knock, like you didn't spend years of your lives together. Like this was nothing but a dumb hookup. You sighed to yourself. Fuck it.

You approached the door, rapping on it twice with your knuckles before taking a small step back, burying your hands in your jacket. Technically his, but the fucker didn't have the decency to come pick it up so it may as well be yours now. As the buzzing of the streetlight filled your ears with its uneasy droning, you started to question why you were here in the first place. It made you feel sick to your stomach. You knew how he saw you now and the only reason he would ever call you was for hookups, but could you say you were any better? There had been many a lonely night where you had been the one to call. It didn't matter how he was in your life, even if you hated eachother, you just wanted him in yours. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, annoyance starting to bubble up. This fucker had called YOU and he couldn't be fucked to answer the door now? As you raised your fist to knock again, this time loud enough for his dumbass to hear, it opened.

You both froze for a second, taking each other in. There was sickly, sweet feeling that you got every time you saw him after he ran off for awhile. A what could have been type of feeling that you tried to stamp out, yet it remained. He leaned his broad shoulder against the doorframe, eyeing you and then eyeing your still raised fist. He cocked a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. "Knew you wanted your hands on me doll, but I didn't call you over to fistfight, believe it or not"

You rolled your eyes at his stupid little half smile. Cocky bastard. You mirrored him, crossing your own arms. He looked rough, like he hadn't slept in a good while, his shirt was rumpled and he smelled like cheap cologne and smoke. "Didn't think to clean up a bit before having company over, Pines?" You gestured vaguely to him. "Company is people you enjoy to be around toots" he eyed you up shamelessly "not exactly what I'd check you off as". You kept your poker face on, no matter if what he said stung. This was the game you two played and hell if the turnout wasn't better because of it. "Oh he knows definitions now? Didn't think dropouts would retain that sort of information." He bristled a bit at that. As much as he tried to act all stoic and nonchalant, you knew him like the back of your hand.

You got close to him smoothing out the wrinkles in the front of his shirt, and even though you could feel him glaring daggers at you, he let you. He was warm even through his shirt. Always a damn space heater, and as much as you wanted to rile him up, you couldn't deny the fact that you missed touching him like this. He opening his mouth to say something and then shut it. He was too tired and pent up to engage in your usual banter. "Good boy" you crooned reaching up to the side of his face. "Finally learning when to shut your trap, eh?" You were in dangerous territory, a little more pushing and he would snap. You were betting on it.

He muttered something under his breath, eyes still trained on you. You cocked an eyebrow, deciding to push him further. "what's the matter boy, lost your bark?" He snatched your wrist and held it between the two of you, enunciating each word by tightening his grip. "Fuck. You." he snarled. "Put a please on the end of that Pines, didn't your mama ever teach you-" he finally shut you up, crashing his lips into yours. About fucking time.

He bit your lip, drawing blood. You whined into his mouth at the sudden pain, and he took no time in pushing his tongue into your mouth, gripping your shoulders to keep you still. Fuck you missed this. You snaked your hands up to his hair, tangling them in it before pulling sharply. He hissed, being pulled away from your mouth, lips smeared with blood and spit. Your blood. You took the opportunity to push him into the motel room before he was on you again, closing the door behind you by slamming you into it. He slotted his leg between yours, applying pressure to where you needed it most. A strangled groan at the sudden contact as he moved his assault to your neck.

He tsked at you. "All that big talk" he breathed against you. "Just for you to turn into a whining mess". The words shot straight through you, you're brain couldn't form words from all that was transpiring. He pressed harder into you. "S'matter pup, lost your bark?" You hated that he used your own words against you. Bastard couldn't be fucked to think of something original. But you hated the effect it had on you more. You pushed back against him but it was no use, he had you properly pinned.

Lifting you up with ease, he started to move you against his leg. You forgot how physically strong this man was at times, but as the feeling started to overtake your senses, you couldn't find it in yourself to be scared. Maybe that only added to the sensation. He hummed against you, the vibration against your skin making you shiver. "So desperate huh, humping my leg like a damn dog." You could feel the last dregs of shame crawl up the back of your neck as you tried in vain to bury your flushed face into his shoulder. It was embarrassing just how close you were from this, he hadn't even touched you properly yet. Feeling yourself slipping further everytime he dragged you across his leg. You tried to claw at him, desperation quickly replacing your pride that you held so dear.

"Stan, please" you managed to breathe out. He wouldn't meet your eyes, not wanting to give you the satisfaction. This wasn't really about you right now, as good as you felt you knew he was just using you for his enjoyment. And you didn't care. "So desperate for anyone to touch you, huh doll" he muttered into your skin, you almost didn't register that words were directed at you. "I bet you'd let just anyone touch you, that right sweetheart?" You whined again as he continued to move you against his leg. You needed him to look at you, you didn't even know why, you just needed it. You choked out a moan, the degradation and pleasure embarrassingly making tears start to form in your eyes. It was almost too much.

"Please.." your throat was tight from trying not to cry. "Need.. You.. please." You could feel him smirk against your neck. He almost had you where he wanted you. He stopped his movements, keeping you from moving your greedy hips against him. He finally met your eyes, and hummed in approval at what he saw. Pupils blown out. Tears starting to stream slowly down your face. You looked wrecked and he figured it was time to push you that little bit further. "Poor thing" he said in mock sympathy moving some of your mussed up hair behind your ear. "You need me that badly huh?"

You furiously nodded, the faux kindness he had shown you making the tears harder to hold back. "Mmhm, please Stan. Need you to fuck me, please please". He shushed you softly and placed a small kiss to your forehead. "I know, sweetie, I know" his satisfied smirk betrayed his sweet words. He loosened his grip on you, flipping you so you were facing the wall. Your legs were too shaky to support you at this point but that was nothing he couldn't take care of. he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your neck. As one of his hands snaked down to yank your pants down. The cool air making you clamp your legs shut.

He tsked at you again and used his knee to nudge your legs apart again. He used his arm to pull you back against him. His arm loosely around your neck. "Behave, or I stop." he warned. You could feel his heart beating wildly against your back. You nodded again, placing your hands on the arm that threatened to choke you out. You heard him as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand, you were so close to getting what you both desperately needed. He placed said hand against your bare hip, and you couldn't help but tremble as you felt him behind you. "Gonna take what I give you, aint'cha sweetheart?" he breathed against your ear. Despite his tone, his voice sounded strained, like he was barely holding back. You whimpered in response, digging your nails into the crook of his arm. You were in for it now.

AHDHSvJLAvhluv Post Ovulation Clarity but fuck it man I stand by it. Lemme know if y'all want me to write more ashsh

#gravity falls #stan pines #stan x reader #gravity falls stanley #stan pines x reader #gravity falls smut #grunkle stan

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year ago

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Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora agente de S.H.I.E.L.D.

Palabras: 1049 palabras.

Sinopsis: En la noche de Halloween, cosas raras pueden suceder.

Advertencias: Demonios, alucinaciones, horror, Smut.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Jaimie’s Halloween Challenge 2023 con la frase:

“El visitante inesperado.”

También puedes leerlo en Wattpad y Ao3.

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No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

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Tags: @sinceimetyou @black23 @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad @azulatodoryuga

Tu luna de miel con Steve había sido todo lo que siempre habías soñado. Pasaron unas semanas en un lugar paradisíaco, disfrutando del sol, la arena y el amor que se tenían.

Era la última noche en ese lugar, pronto tenían que regresar a su vida cotidiana, pero eso no significaba que no la iban a disfrutar.

La luz tenue de las velas llenaba la habitación con un suave resplandor, Steve Rogers y tú estaban sentados en un sofá, tomados de las manos, hasta que él trazó círculos suaves en tu espalda con sus dedos, provocando que suspiraras suavemente.

"¿Cómo puedo ser tan afortunado de tenerte a mi lado?", susurró Steve en tu oído.

¡Diablos, él sabía como hacer que te excitaras!

Sonreíste y apoyaste la cabeza en su hombro, sintiéndote increíblemente cerca de él.

Porque soy increíble respondiste riéndote, él negó con la cabeza sin dejar de sonreír, luego inclinó la cabeza y rozó tus labios con los suyos en un beso suave y lento.

Sus manos se deslizaron por tu cintura y se posaron en tus caderas, acercándote aún más a él. Sus dedos comenzaron a recorrer suavemente los contornos de tu espalda.

Tus manos encontraron su rostro y acariciaste su mandíbula con ternura.

El dulce beso se convirtió en uno apasionado y ardiente, Steve te levantó del sofá y te llevó a la cama, sin romper el beso. Sus cuerpos se fundieron en un abrazo apasionado y se besaron con más intensidad aún. La ropa comenzó a volar por la habitación mientras tus manos exploraban el cuerpo de Steve. Él se estremeció bajo tu toque y gemidos suaves escaparon de sus labios.

Después de un rato se separaron, necesitaban tomar aire. Steve admiraba tu cuerpo desnudo, no importaba cuantas te había visto desnuda, siempre lo hacía. Él se acercó a ti y comenzó a acariciar tus pechos suavemente, haciendo que tus pezones se endurecieran bajo su toque.

Gemiste y arqueaste la espalda. Steve se agachó hacia tu pecho. Sus ojos iban de tu pecho a tu rostro, mientras sus manos te acariciaban, besó tus pechos, luego lamió sus pezones, chupando y lamiendo después de cada beso.

Luego comenzó a acariciar tu pezón con la lengua, mientras apretaba suavemente con los dedos el otro. Cerraste los ojos y te ibas a dejar que él hiciera lo que quisiera contigo. Sus labios y lengua se dirigieron a tu cintura, luego por tu estómago. Luego continuó bajando y lo que sus manos y su boca causó sensaciones indescriptibles en ti.

Lo necesitabas dentro de ti, él alzó la cabeza y con la mirada le suplicaste, enseguida entendió y te dio lo que necesitabas.

Ahora, al estar de vuelta en casa, la emoción era por celebrar el primer Halloween como pareja casada.

Steve y tú desempacaban sus maletas y comenzaron a decorar toda la casa para la ocasión. Las calabazas, las telarañas falsas y las luces parpadeantes creaban una atmósfera.

—¡La fiesta de Stark! —dijiste de pronto.

—¿Qué?

—Había olvidado que Tony nos invitó a la fiesta de Halloween…

Jugueteabas con el vaso en tus manos, esta vez no te estabas divirtiendo en la fiesta, quizás no habías extrañado al resto o tal vez extrañabas las vacaciones que tú y Steve tuvieron.

—¿Qué pasa? —Steve te preguntó sentándose a tu lado.

—Hay mucha gente aquí —te quejaste.

—¿Quieres regresar a casa? —conocías a lo que se refería Steve cuando usaba ese tono.

—Sabes que habrá niños tocando el timbre.

—Podemos dejar un bol afuera con dulces y que tomen los que quieran —Steve propuso, tú asentiste y se fueron del lugar.

Sin embargo, el plan de Steve no funcionó, en menos de quince minutos, el bol ya no tenía dulces, por lo que decidieron que era mejor ponerse a tallar calabazas en lo que esperaban a que fueran a pedir más dulces y así no los interrumpirían, de pronto escucharon un golpeteo en la puerta, tal vez un poco más fuerte. Steve se encogió de hombros, pensando que eran los niños que venían a pedir dulces.

Cuando abriste la puerta, una oleada de escalofríos te recorrió de pies a cabeza. Parado frente a mí, con una sonrisa siniestra en su rostro, estaba Brock Rumlow. Estaba seguro de que Brock había muerto años atrás, pero aquí estaba, de pie en nuestra puerta.

—Brock... ¿cómo es posible? Estás muerto —balbuceaste, sin poder entender lo que estaba viendo.

Él rio suavemente, un sonido que enviaba escalofríos por mi espina dorsal. Cerraste de inmediato la puerta y te fuiste directamente a revisar las cámaras, ignorando que Steve te estaba llamando, no podía ser posible, estabas segura de lo que habías presenciado años antes y no tenía ninguna lógica lo que acababas de ver.

—¿Qué pasó —Steve te detuvo. No podías articular ninguna palabra, porque no sabías como explicar lo que había ocurrido.

—Necesito ver las cámaras —fue lo único que alcanzaste a decir y te soltaste del agarre de Steve.

Él te siguió, si era necesario, enfrentaría lo que te hubiese perturbado. Comenzaste a buscar en las grabaciones, no obstante, lo que encontraron… los dejó sin palabras.

—N-no es lo que vi —tu voz sonaba entrecortada a la vez que buscabas una explicación lógica.

—Pero, ¿qué viste? —Steve preguntó con preocupación, él tampoco podía creer lo que las cámaras mostraban.

—Brock…

—Pero está muerto.

—Lo sé. Había escuchado rumores de que cosas así pasaban en Halloween, pero creía que eran simples historias para asustar a los niños —comentaste sin dejar de estar asustada, simplemente porque no sabias como luchar contra lo que había aparecido.

Steve bajó, estaba decidido a enfrentar a la amenaza, abrió la puerta, pero no encontró a nadie, observó con cuidado, incluso, la calle se veía diferente, demasiado solitaria para época, no eran ni las once de la noche aún, definitivamente algo extraño estaba ocurriendo.

Veías las cámaras con atención, aunque no entendías porqué Steve no hacía nada, si el demonio estaba frente a él… fue cuando entendiste lo que ocurría…

—¡Steve cierra la puerta de inmediato y por nada la vuelvas a abrir! —gritaste, probablemente el demonio estaba intentando entrar a la casa.

Steve cerró de inmediato y volteó a verte buscando una explicación.

—Solo tenemos que esperar a que amanezca y todo volverá a la normalidad —dijiste.

#jamieshalloween2023 #steve rogers x lectora #especial de halloween #halloween

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dayinity · 2 years ago

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introduction <3

hey i’m jaycee and i’m new to tumblr. i just started writing. i will list my boundaries down here 🤍

fandoms i write abt:

avatar 2009 and twow

jake sully

neytiri

ronal

tonowari

tsireya

ao’nung

lo’ak

kiri

tuktirey (platonically)

roxto

ao’nung’s friends

norm

trudy

tsu’tey

grace

miles quaritch

you’re welcome to request any characters i haven’t listed if you’d like :)

stranger things

eleven

mike

will

lucas

dustin

erica (platonically)

nancy

steve

eddie (no smut bc i hate this man)

billy

robin

joyce

mrs. wheeler

hopper

enzo

yuri

the boys:

homelander

billy butcher

hughie campbell

annie january (starlight)

earving (black noir)

marvin milk (mothers milk/m.m)

serge (frenchie)

kimiko (the female)

reginald franklin (a-train)

ryan butcher (platonically)

gen v

marie moreau

luke riordan

sam riordan

cate dunlap

andre anderson

emma meyer

jordan li

suicide squad

harley quinn

rick flag

bloodsport

deadshot

killer croc

captain boomerang

ratcatcher 2

peacemaker

el diablo

king shark

—

i will do smut, angst, & fluff. i will not do smut for minors or disgusting matters. the farthest i will go for teens is a kiss or making out. i won’t do pedophilia, incest, or any of that shit. please be specific with requests, and if i haven’t listed characters or fandoms, feel welcome to ask about them. 🫶🏽

#introductory post #random post

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peraltasass · 23 days ago

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Books (and other stories) read in 2024

Fiction:

The Watchmaker of Filigree Street by Natasha Pulley: ★★★★✩

The Siren, the Song, and the Spy by Maggie Tukoda-Hall: ★★★★★ (I cried so hard)

All Out. The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens throughout the Ages by Saundra Mitchell (ed.): ★★★★✩

Galatea by Madeline Miller: ★★★★✩

Light from Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki: ★★★★★ (the feelings I felt omg)

Ministerium der Träume by Hangemeh Yaghoobifarah: ★★★★✩

Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White: ★★★★★ (holy shit holy shit holy shit)

The Wicked Bargain by Gabe Cole Nova: ★★★★★ (absolutely loved it!)

Most Ardently by Gabe Cole Nova: ★★★★✩ (this book opened up a discussion between a friend and I if historical fiction can be a utopia) (we have not yet reached a conclusion)

Transcendent Kingdom by Yaa Gyasi: ★★★★✩

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone: ★★★★✩ (I would be lying if I said I understood it all but I still thoroughly enjoyed it!)

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas: ★★★★½

The Betrayals by Bridget Collins: ★★★✩✩ (amazing writing, but the story could have easily been a novella)

Confessions of the Fox by Jody Rosenberg ★★★★½

Lore by Alexandra Bracken: ★★★✩✩ (oh wow, I was disappointed by this)

Der Spurenfinder by Marc-Uwe Kling: ★★★★✩ (I am not the target audience but if I was, I think this would be a fair rating)

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (re-read): ★★★★✩ (re-reading these for the first time in 12 years and it's a fucking GUT PUNCH)

A Tempest of Tea by Hafzah Faizal: ★★★★½ (omg I need to talk about this book) (they would have made such a hot throuple)

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins (re-read): ★★★★½ (I cannot believe I read these at 14)

The Honey Witch by Sydney J. Shields: ★★½✩✩ (good ideas, but clearly a debut)

The Diablo's Curse by Gabe Cole Nova: ★★★★★

So Let Them Burn by Kamilah Cole: ★★★★✩

The Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas: ★★★★½

Deep as the Sky, Red as the Sea by Rita Chang-Eppig: ★★★½✩

Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins: ★★★★✩ (the tears)

Atalanta by Jennifer Saint: ★★★★✩

The Prince's Dearest Guards by Beau van Dalen: ★★★✩✩ (smut)

The Prince's Dreamy Gods by Beau van Dalen: ★★★✩✩ (smut)

The Prince's Loving Guards by Beau van Dalen: ★★★½✩ (smut)

The Spirit Bares its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White: ★★★★★ (holy shit holy shit holy shit)

Spell Bound by F. T. Lukens: ★★★★✩

Lark & Kasim Start a Revolution by Kacen Kallender: ★★★★✩

The House of Impossible Beauties by Joseph Cassara: ★★★★½ (I cried on the subway)

Otherworldly by F. T. Lukens: ★★★★✩

The Bootlegger's Bounty by Adriana Herrera: ★★½✩✩ (smut)

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers: ★★★★★ (lovedlovedloved this)

The Stars and the Stage by D. N. Bryn: ★★★★½ (the hottest scenes I've ever read)

Adas Raum by Sharon Dodua Otoo: ★★★★✩

Vengeance of the Pirate Queen by Tricia Levenseller: ★★★✩✩ (oh wow this was disappointing)

Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree: ★★★★✩

Icarus by K. Ancrum: ★★★★½

Days at the Morisaki Bookshop

Prince of Lust by Lucien Burr: ★★★✩✩ (smut)

Celestial Monsters by Aiden Thomas: ★★★★✩

Hell and its Pleasures by Lucien Burr: ★✩✩✩✩ (smut) (absolutely not) (you'll have to be a VERY specific kind of person to be into this)

A Prayer for the Crown-Shy by Becky Chambers: ★★★★★ (the most delightful book I've ever read)

How to Bite your Neighbor and Win a Wager by D. N. Bryn: ★★★★✩

Out of the Blue by Jason June: ★★★✩✩ (it's always weird when adult authors write explicitly about teenagers having sex)

So This is Ever After by F. T. Lukens: ★★★½✩ (the least good of Lukens' books imo)

Our Bloody Pearl by D. N. Bryn: ★★★★✩

The Dos and Doughnuts of Love by Adiba Jaigirdar: DNF

Ellbogen by Fatma Aydemir: ★★★★✩

How to Sell your Blood and Fall in Love by D. N. Bryn: ★★★★✩

Compound Fracture by Andrew Joseph White: ★★★★½ (holyshitholyshitholyshit)

How to Bare Your Neck and Save a Wreck by D. N. Bryn: ★★★★½ (t4t powerplay vampire romance hngg)

Lakelore by Anna-Maria McLemore: ★★★★✩

The Flowered Blade by Taylor Hubbard: ★★★½✩

Yield Under Great Persuasion by Alexandra Rowland:★★★★✩ (surprisingly hilarious)

Stupid Cupid by Maeve Black: ★★✩✩✩ (smut) (when you base your whole story on respecting consent and then you don't

We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal: ★★★★✩

The Palace of Eros by Caro DeRobertis: ★★★✩✩ (I wanted to love this; I really did)

Lost in the Never Woods by Aiden Thomas: ★★★½✩

Open Throat by Henry Hoke:★★★★✩ (a fever dream)

A Bone in His Teeth by Kellen Graves: ★★★★½

This is Kind of an Epic Love Story by Kacen Callender: ★★★✩✩

The Companion by E. E. Ottoman: ★★★★✩

Stone and Steel by Eboni J. Dunbar: ★★★✩✩

A Short Stay in Hell by Steven L. Peck: ★★★★✩

The Craft of Love by E. E. Ottoman: ★★★½✩

The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo: ★★★★✩

Awakenings by Claudie Arsenault: ★★★★✩

The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea by Axie Oh: ★★★½✩

How Not to Date a Dragon by Lana Kole: ★★★★✩

Flooded Secrets by Claudie Arsenault: ★★★★✩

Silver in the Woods by Emily Tesh: ★★★½✩

Non-fiction:

Angry Cripples by Alina Buschmann & Luisa L'Audace: ★★★★✩

Ace by Angela Chen: ★★★★½

Clit by Louisa Lorenz: ★★★★★ (the book that got me reading excitedly again after a slump)

Feminismus für die 99% by Cinzia Arruzza, Tithi Bhattacharya, & Nancy Fraser: ★★★½✩ (super good content, but super inaccessibly written)

Versöhnungstheater by Max Czollek: ★★★★½

The Transgender Issue by Shoan Faye: ★★★★★

Das Asexuelle Spectrum by Camilla DeWinter: DNF

Der Tag, an dem ich sterben sollte by Said Etris Hashemi: ★★★★★

Wozu Rassismus? by Aladin El-Mafaalani: ★★★✩✩

Wie ist Jesus weiß geworden? by Sarah Vecera: ★★★★✩

Continuum by Chella Man: ★★★★✩

Inter - Ein Handbuch über Intergeschlechtlichkeit Carolin Fritzsche:★★★✩✩

Why We Matter by Emilia Roig: DNF

Die Zukunft ist Nicht Binär by Lydia Meyer: ★★★★✩

Concrete Kids by Amyra León: ★★★★★

The New Queer Conscience by Adam Eli: ★★★★✩

Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H.: ★★★★★

As audio books:

Süss. Eine feministische Kritik by Ann-Kristin Tlusty: ★★★★✩

Comics & graphic novels:

The Witch Boy by Molly Knox Ostertag (re-read): ★★★★★

Die verlorenen Briefe (orig. Lettres Perdut) by Jim Bishop: (amazing setting & drawing style, but the storytelling...): ★★½✩✩

Paper Girls 1 by Brian K. Vaughan, Cliff Chiang & Matt Wilson: ★★★★✩

Paper Girls 2 by Brian K. Vaughan, Cliff Chiang & Matt Wilson: ★★★★✩

Paper Girls 3 by Brian K. Vaughan, Cliff Chiang & Matt Wilson: ★★★★✩

Paper Girls 4 by Brian K. Vaughan, Cliff Chiang & Matt Wilson: ★★★½✩

Paper Girls 5 by Brian K. Vaughan, Cliff Chiang & Matt Wilson: ★★★★✩

Paper Girls 6 by Brian K. Vaughan, Cliff Chiang & Matt Wilson: ★★★★✩

The Hidden Witch by Molly Knox Ostertag: ★★★★★

Frauen hinter Stacheldraht (orig. Totální nasazení) by Tomáš Hodan, Ondřej Nezbeda, Petra Soukupová et al.: ★★★★✩

Von unten (orig. Wage slaves: En memoar av en prekär migrantarbetare) by Daria Bogdańska: ★★★★✩

Drachenläufer (orig. Kite Runner) by Khaled Hosseini & Fabio Celoni: ★★★★✩

Verdad by Lorena Canottiere: ★★★✩✩

The Midwinter Witch by Molly Knox Ostertag: ★★★★★

The Tea Dragon Tapestry by Kay O'Neill: ★★★★★ (the coziest of graphic novels)

Avatar. The Last Airbender. The Promise (re-read): ★★★★✩

Lore Olympus 1 by Rachel Smythe: ★★★✩✩

Avatar. The Last Airbender. The Search by : ★★★★✩ (I think the German translation isn't doing any of these any favors)

Gender Queer. A Memoir. by Maia Kobabe: ★★★★✩

Lore Olympus 2 by Rachel Smythe: ★★★✩✩

Lore Olympus 3 by Rachel Smythe: ★★★✩✩ (can't believe it took 3 books for someone to acknowledge that Apollo sexually assaulted Perspehone, but I'm glad it FINALLY happened)

Avatar. The Last Airbender. Katara and the Pirate's Silver: ★★★★✩

Avatar. The Last Airbender. Toph Beifong's Metalebnding Academy: ★★★½✩

Kisses for Jet by Joris Bas Backer: ★★½✩✩

Snapdragon by Kat Leyh: ★★★★★

Lunar Boy by Jes and Cin Wibowo: ★★★★★ (BIG recommend)

The Infinity Particle by Wendy Xu: ★★★★★ (probably the first human x robot romance I ever felt comfortable with)

The Moth Keeper by Kay O'Neill: ★★★★½

Brooms by Jasmine Walls & Teo DuVall: ★★★★★ (BIG recommend)

Aquicorn Cove by Kay O'Neill: ★★★★✩

Doughnuts and Doom by Balazs Lorinczi: ★★★✩✩

The Magic Fish by Trung Le Nguyen: ★★★★✩ (the LAYERS)

Stage Dreams by Melanie Gillman: ★★★✩✩

The Deep and Dark Blue by Niki Smith: ★★★★½

The Well by Jake Wyatt and Choo: ★★★★½

Hockey Girl Loves Drama Boy by Faith Erin Hicks: ★★★★★

Garlic and the Vampire by Bree Paulsen:★★★★★

Garlic and the Witch by Bree Paulsen: ★★★★★

M is for Monster by Talia Dutton: ★★★★½

Cheer Up: Love and Pompoms by Crystal Frasier: ★★★½✩

The Sprite and the Gardener by Rii Abrego:★★★★½

Bingo Love by Tee Franklin: ★★★✩✩

Northranger by Rey Terciero: ★★★★½

Another Kind by Trevor Bream: (fuck, this was SO SWEET but then it hits you with an antisemitic trope? fuck)

Cheat(er) Code by S. A. Foxe: ★★★½✩

The Baker and the Bard by Fern Haught: ★★★½✩

Viscera Objectica by Yugo Limbo: ★★★✩✩

Sheets by Brenna Thummler: ★★★★✩

Tristan and Lancelot: A Tale of Two Knights by James Persichetti: ★★★★✩

Leftstar and the Strange Occurence by Jean Fhilippe: ★★★✩✩

The Chromatic Fantasy by H. A.: ★★★★★

Pumpkin Heads by Rainbow Rowell: ★★★★✩

Enigma by xx: ★★★✩✩

Galaxy: The Prettiest Star by Jadzia Axelrod: ★★★★✩

Liberated: The Radical Art and Life of Claude Cahun by Kaz Rowe: ★★★★✩

Webcomics:

The Moth Prince by Sonderfairy: ★★★★½

The New Recruit by Moscareto & Zec: ★★★✩✩

Semantic Error by J. Soori & Angy: ★½✩✩✩ (why I continued reading this remains a mystery. My best guess is the sunk cost fallacy)

The Fallen Duke & the Knight Who Hated Him by Poisson: ★★★★✩ (probably the best of these online comics I've read so far)

No Love Zone by Danbi: ★★½✩✩

Whispers Through the Willows by Moscareto & Sue: ★★★★✩ (these BL online manga and manhwa just hit different. by which I mean: the bar is on the floor and I appreciate any and every bit of good storytelling and healthy-ish relationship)

Countdown to Love by Wonknown et al.: ★★★½✩

Vampire Beru & Ghost Aki by Humiko: ★★★★½ (I cried) (It's so beautiful)

The Dangerous Convenience Store by : ★★½✩✩

Traces of the Sun by : ★★★½✩ (I thought I was getting into a casual read but then the last chapter emotionally wrecked me)

My Sweet Dear by : ★★★✩✩

Osora by Toni Renea: ★★★★½ (genuinely very good!)

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ao3-diablofic · 7 months ago

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by darkdirtyalfa

—¿Qué sucedió? —¿Qué es lo último que recuerdas? —El Muro de los Lamentos, el que fuimos encerrados. Ella asintió. —Permanecieron un largo tiempo encerrados, sí. Pero, digamos que por designio de los dioses han regresado a la vida. —¿Qué dioses? Ella suspiró y lo miró a los ojos. —No creo que se suponga que debería de ser yo quien te cuente esto, pero la verdad es que tampoco hicimos un plan para cuando despertaran. —¿Despertaramos? La joven se sentó en la cama y se mordió el labio inferior. —Derribaron el Muro de los Lamentos. Seiya y sus amigos atravesaron y llegaron a los Elíseos. Pelearon contra Hades y ganaron. Saga asintió: lo esperaba. —Seiya… mató a Hades.

Los Santos Dorados han sido revividos, por designio de los dioses, 100 años después de sus muertes. Están a punto de ir a enfrentarse a un nuevo enemigo.

Este fic es un crossover con el videojuego Diablo II. No es necesario que sepan nada de él, las cosas se irán explicando poco a poco, pero es básicamente los Santos en ese juego, porque pensé que sería una buena idea ver cómo sus poderes podrían ser usados en ese mundo.

Eventualmente habrá romance y smut.

Parte 1 de 2 o 3

Words: 6931, Chapters: 1/8, Language: Español

Series: Part 1 of Time Of Destruction

Fandoms: 聖闘士星矢 | Saint Seiya Series, 聖闘士星矢 | Saint Seiya (Manga & Anime 1986), Diablo (Video Games)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Gemini Saga, Gemini Kanon, Aries Mū, Aries Shion, Taurus Aldebaran, Cancer Deathmask, Leo Aiolia, Virgo Shaka, Libra Dohko, Scorpio Milo, Sagittarius Aiolos, Capricorn Shura, Aquarius Camus, Pisces Aphrodite, Tyrael (Diablo series), Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s)

Relationships: Gemini Saga/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Romance, Comedy, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Relationships, diablo 2 - Freeform, diablo gameplay, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossover, Friendship

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56902897

#Diablo IV #AO3

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marquez-junky8920 · 3 years ago

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Hello would you be able to do prompt 16 “Don’t tempt me.” with Fabio please?

Good Morning Indeed

Author's Note: Watch out bitches... I'm back. 😏👑

Stretching your arms above your head, you took a deep breath in before laying there in bed for a moment. Turning your head to the side, you saw a messy head of dirty blonde hair sticking out from underneath the covers. You smiled to yourself thinking how lucky you are and leaned over to kiss his cheek lightly before planting your feet on the floor and getting dressed in one of Fabio's t-shirts You were going to make him breakfast and let him sleep in because he was working so hard lately. He deserved some much needed rest.

Going to the bathroom, you brushed your teeth, brushed your hair and put it in a high ponytail, and then lightly spritzed some perfume onto your wrists. Fabio's favorite? Rose. Anything rose scented, he went crazy for.

Tip-toeing your way out of the room to the kitchen, you got out some eggs, bacon, bread, and pancake mix to begin making everything for him. You turned on some music on low volume so as to not wake him up, but you were feeling in such a good mood that you couldn't help but move your body with the beat of the music. Just as the last batch of pancake batter was put into the pan, you turned around to put the bacon that was done onto a plate and saw Fabio standing at the threshold of the kitchen. You couldn't help but smile when you saw him.

'Hey there sleepyhead.'

'Hi baby.' he gruffed, his morning voice very evident. That lower register he gained when he first woke up was so dangerous for you and he knew it. He knew it all day long...

'How'd you sleep?' you asked, watching as he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

'I slept good but didn't wake up good. You weren't by me when I woke up and I didn't get my morning cuddles. That's unacceptable. I want a divorce.' he chuckled, knowing you'd never take him seriously with stuff like that. He was always cracking jokes to make you laugh and you loved that about him. His sense of humor was one of his best qualities.

'Well I figured you'd want breakfast since this is your first night home in a while and you've been working so hard.' you turned your head over your shoulder to look at him. 'And don't worry, you'll get something even better than morning cuddles.'

His eyebrows went up immediately. 'What's better than morning cuddles?'

'Morning sex.' you whispered, pecking his lips before flipping the last pancake onto both lf your plates.

'Okay, I'll give you that. Morning cuddles are a very close second to morning sex.' he laughed, taking a bite of his bacon as he sat at the table with you.

As you ate breakfast together, you talked with him about his upcoming schedule and coordinated what races you could come with him on and what races you'd have to stay home for because of work. Once both of you were done eating, he took your plates to the sink and rinsed them off. You walked up behind him and placed a kiss on his bare shoulder blade before standing on your tippy toes to kiss the cross tattoo on the back on his neck. Goosebumps noticeably rose on his skin, his body always having that reaction when you kissed the back of his neck.

'I love you Fabio.' you said quietly, only loud enough for him to hear. He smiled to himself and turned around in your hold so that your hands rested on his abs.

'I love you too baby. More than words could ever describe.' he rested his hand against your cheek and you nestled into his touch. He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger before attaching his lips to yours. It didn't start off rough - it started very slow, sensual, and almost like he was cherishing the moment. But the moment you pressed your body against his and he felt your hard nipples underneath his t-shirt, his self control eroded away completely and his tongue got more demanding. Once he reached this point, he was far beyond asking questions or feeling cautious about what to do with you.

'Fabio...' you sighed out, his head nudged your chin upwards so that he could get access to your neck.

'Yes, my love?' he smirked when he felt a shiver run down your spine as he nipped at your jaw.

'Fuck me. Please.' you whined out, tracing your fingers up his tattoed arm. He growled into the skin of your neck lightly before taking a handful of your ass.

'In the kitchen? Don't tempt me.'

'Who says I'm tempting you? Why don't you do it?' he pulled his head from your neck and looked at you to make sure you were actually serious. When you bit your lip and nodded, that was all the invite he needed to pick you up and put you on the counter, nestling himself between your legs and purposely brushing his erection on your inner thigh.

'You are so sexy, I just can't handle it...' he breathed out, taking his shirt off of you and admiring the way your breasts looked so full and perky. But that was not what his focus was on. His focus was on eating your pussy like his life depended on it.

'So, so beautiful.' he whispered against your skin as he kissed his way up from your ankle to the apex of your thigh. He blew cool air over your already dripping pussy and he smirked to himself when your hips bucked into him.

'Fabio please... Touch me. I need your fingers.'

'My, my.... Such a good girl, telling me what you want. I may just reward you for that.' his lips came to kiss yours as he teased 2 fingers inside you, immediately curling them into a 'come hither' motion. Fabio's fingers worked magic every time. You never understood how someone could be so good with their hands, but here he was, finger deep inside you and already having your juices coating his hand.

'Oh god!' you whimpered, grabbing his wrist in between your legs.

'Ah ah, don't run from me baby. Be a good girl.' he growled in your ear, placing a breathy kiss to your neck as your head fell back in pure ecstasy. Dropping your hand to support yourself on the counter behind you, you watched as he kneeled in front of you and locked eyes with you as his tongue made contact with your clit for the first time that day. Instinctively, your thighs shook at the first stripe he licked but they quickly closed around his head when he latched onto your clit and sucked harshly. He gave you no choice but to accept the pleasure he was giving you, and somehow that made this situation even hotter. Not to mention that he was currently eating you out in the kitchen like you were his last meal.

His groans reverberating through your body. It seemed to echo throughout your being time and time again, and it was becoming entirely too much for any person to comprehend.

'Fabio! A-ah... I'm gonna cum, oh fuck!' you squealed, feeling his hands tighten on your thighs as if to silently tell you 'I got you babe. Let go.' A single touch from him could tell a thousand stories.

'Ahhhh...' you sighed out, back arching and pushing your hips further into his face. His tongue never let up against you until your hands began to paw at his hair out of oversensitivity. He pulled away and placed one last kiss on both of your thighs before standing up and taking your lips in his for a searing kiss. His tongue asked no questions once more as he made out with you, the taste of yourself on his mouth still very evident.

'What a way to start the day.' he chuckled, his hands resting on your lower back. You looked down to his painfully hard and leaking cock that was leaving a wet spot on his sweatpants. Biting your lip and looking back up at him, you grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

'It's not over yet, diablo.' you giggled and pushed him back onto the bed.

END

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