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eccentricwritingbaby · 4 months ago

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surprise!

oscar piastri x reader

summary - after a few long months of not being able to see each other - y/n at university, oscar racing and training - reader is feeling the blues of long distance. until a certain surprise comes her way.

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it was final exam season. final exams. instead of the calm before the storm, you would argue they were the storm before the calm. finals stressed you out beyond belief, they were always harder than what your professor claimed, always had information on them that wasn’t on the study guide, and you were constantly swamped with work. you didn’t have time for anything but studying.

but after. after. you would be out of school for the summer, finals off your mind, school off your mind, and you’d get to see your sweet, sweet boy. you and oscar had been going out for a year now, you knew the routine of both of you not being able to see each other often, or call often - your schedules so opposite it was constantly a game of phone tag. but summer was your time. you were out of school, thank god, and he usually had only a few races left - that you got to tag along to - and then it was his break. and you both could bask in each others presence before the school year and his season starts yet again.

the good news was that you had only a year left of school, the bad news was that you had a whole year left of school. you were usually a glass half-full kind of girl, but at times when the stress wore you down, and the facetime call to your boyfriend was missed, you needed a break before you lost it.

it was now the second time you tried to call oscar, trying to reach him on the verge of your mental breakdown as you were staring at books and your computer for the last four hours.

“hi, baby, sorry my phone was in my room,” he answered the call with a smile on his face, “how are you doing?”

“i’m fine,” you mumble out through the phone, your boyfriend frowning at the solemn disposition read across your face, “just miss you,”

“i know baby,” he gives you a sad smile, “i miss you too,”

“what were you up to?” you ask him, taking every opportunity to hear his voice and see his face.

“i was just with lando and alex in logan’s room for a bit, we were playing this new game,” his eyes brighten a bit as he speaks, happy to see your eyes lighting up as well on the other end of the call.

“oh really? that sounds fun, tell me about it,” you urge, not fully caring much about this video game, but also loving watching oscar speak with passion and humor - a great distraction from the mess of work you had left on your desk.

oscar drabbles on for a few more minutes, giving you stories about how lando died in the game and almost broke the controller, logan almost falling off his chair from laughter, alex and oscar making fun of the both of them, and so on. you sit on your bed holding a large smile on your face, happy to finally be connected to your boyfriend and talking to him.

“what else do you have tonight?” he asks you the dreaded question and you roll your eyes, breathing out a huff of air as you do so.

“so much, i still have two essays to finish up, but it’ll just be some finishing touches,” you sigh, “thanks for reminding me,” you add on sarcastically with a laugh. oscar laughs with you, glad that you aren’t too stressed and can still joke around.

“well that’s good,” coming down from the shared giggles, his face turns a bit more serious as he asks his next question, “what are you doing tomorrow?”

“um,” you think for a minute, a bit uneasy about his quick change in demeanor, “just studying for tomorrow, because the next day - that’s tuesday, right?” you ask him, or yourself, quickly before seeing him nod through your screen, “yeah, tuesday’s my last final and then i’ll be flying out to you on wednesday!” you end your little ramble with a cheer.

“i’m so excited, baby,” he chuckles at your happiness, “i can’t wait to see you,”

“me too,” you smile back at him, the unspoken words of love dangling between you two as your eyes and smiles don’t leave each other, “i wish it would come sooner, though,”

“yeah,” he agrees, clearing his throat a bit, “listen, i’ve got an early flight out of here tomorrow so i’ll call you then,” he now moves to end the call, “and you’ve got some essays to finish up,”

“trying to get me off the phone, piastri?” you ask with a giggle.

“ugh yes, i hate talking to you,” he laughs out with insincerity.

“okay,” you fake frown, “i can take a hint,”

“shut up, y/n, you know i’m joking,”

“i know,” you laugh, “call me tomorrow, i love you,”

“i love you too, baby,” you blow each other light kisses and hang up the phone. groaning and stretching, you move over to your desk and stare at all of the work you have yet to finish.

“one more year, y/n, one more year,” you whisper to yourself to gain some momentum. wiping the tears that accidentally escaped quickly, you shake your head and pick up your pen, ready to finish off your second to last year.

you woke up to books sprawled across your bed, having tried to study a bit before you fell asleep the night before. a distant ringing had you coming out of the sleepy fog, your eyes still closed and your hand slapping around the bed in order to quiet the sound. once your phone was found, your eyes squinted open and you immediately gained energy when you saw who was calling.

“hey, osc,” you’re morning voice evident, leading you to clear your throat a little.

“hi, baby,” you hear through the phone. it was odd for oscar to not call you over facetime, his constant push for ‘seeing your cute face’ was all you heard about, “i’m sorry, were you sleeping?”

“yeah, but i needed to get up anyways,” you groan, now stretching in your bed, fully waking up.

“can’t waste a minute of studying?” he asks you, you hear voices in the background and some wind, assuming he was walking towards his destination.

“yeah,” you chuckle, “where are you? i can barely hear you over the wind,”

“oh um, about that,” he sighs, “i took a detour,” your eyebrows knit in confusion, wondering where he would have gone other than back home.

“oh?” you ask him, now hearing a knock on your door.

“you should get that, y/n,” oscar laughs through the phone.

“what?”

“the door, baby, go get the door,” finally understanding what you had hoped he was implying, you jump out of your bed, out of your bedroom, and towards your front door, swinging it wide open to come face to face with your boyfriend.

“oscar,” you breathe out, dropping your phone and rushing into his awaiting arms, “oh my god,” you begin to cry, holding onto him tighter. he returns the emotions, holding you and rocking you, soaking up all of what he had missed so much.

“couldn’t last one more day without seeing you,” he whispers into your hair, now walking you both further into your apartment and shutting your door.

“i can’t believe you’re here,” you whisper into his hoodie that your face was buried into, “i’m so happy,”

“me too, baby, me too,” he just sighs, breathing in your scent he had missed so much. finally pulling apart, his left hand comes up to hold the back of your neck, kissing you softly and feverishly. your antsy lips accept, your right arm coming to grab the neck of his hoodie and pull him closer, if that was even possible.

breaking apart for air, your foreheads lean onto each other as you both bask in the feeling of being able to hold each other once again.

“i-um,” you clear your throat a bit, “i’ve got studying to do, i’m sorry-”

“no, no,” he cuts you off, kissing you again, “baby, i know you’ve got to study, i just wanted to be with you,”

“okay,” you smile, grabbing his hand and leading him into your bedroom, he takes a look around at the books and papers spread everywhere and just laughs.

“you are the same chaotic girl every finals season,”

“that’s the only way i know how to be,” you shrug at his joke, pulling out your desk chair and opening your computer, “i’m gonna throw my headphones on so you can watch the tv or something if you want,”

“okay, baby,” he places a kiss to the top of your head, moving to lay down on your bed and flip the tv onto his favorite show.

he sits there for a moment, watching your pen spin in your hand, then moving to flip open a book, then moving to type on your computer, and he is in awe. you always told him you loved watching him in the garage because seeing him be intelligent and passionate was attractive as well as endearing. he finally understands what you meant. watching the person he loves be in her element was not only beyond attractive, it was inspiring. to see you push yourself and dedicate yourself was beautiful. and he knew he was the luckiest man on the planet.

“what?” you turn and look at him, taking out one of your headphones.

“nothing,” he smiles back at you, watching you turn around and get back to work.

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year ago

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Fem!reader Isekai in Lookism ?

Anon, so sorry I'm answering this exactly 3 months later. You're my last request from May and I was soooo close to deleting it because I have had exactly zero ideas. Then I got partly inspired by @honeyhotteok fic here and now I'm running on less than 3hrs sleep in work and it's your fault. Oh yeah, and I've completely twisted the ask as well. It's not even close. So all that wait was for nothing 🙇🏻‍♀️

Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse

G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 2

There's something wrong with people your age these days.

Everyone seems to be either in a gang or up to some shady shit. Seriously what is going on. Is this all a big joke that only you aren't in on?

Just the other day you swear you saw a group of guys in boiler suits punch through some walls across the street. Like what the fuck? What did the wall ever do to you? And then someone apparently called Tabasco starts chanting something about Burn Knuckles and oh my fucking god it's 11pm please shut up.

Oh course you never said that, you still have some sense of self preservation.

And how does anyone even have the time for all this. Between school and this part time job, you barely have enough hours to sleep.

You miss Daniel, the coworker who you haven't seen for a good year but used to gossip into the early morning with. He always seemed a bit nervous and fidgety when you voiced your concerns and observations, but you just assumed he was a nervous and fidgety kinda guy.

There would have been some fun stories to share. Instead now you work the graveyard shift on your own.

Case in point, the guy standing in front of you looks like one bad conversation away from a mental breakdown.

And really you're not in the habit of checking out customers but he cuts a striking figure. Every exposed inch of skin besides his face inked, and (you silently ask for his forgiveness for the objectification) the biggest chest you have ever seen. What even is this guy eating? What is this guy injecting? Lifting?

The question is almost out of your mouth but then you see the look in his eyes and slam your lips shut.

Nevermind. You ring his purchases through and tell him to have a good night.

You're restocking the shelves when you notice a guy with a scar across his lip and nose, dripping blood from god knows where all over your freshly mopped floor.

Which is alarming in itself but come on man. Look at the floors. You're making it so fucking gross.

He notices you watching him, gives you an apologetic look and says he'll take care of it.

He makes a quick call and in comes 26 guys, one after the other and they line up in front of him.

You know it's exactly 26 because you counted all 26. And you've also watched all 26 pairs of dirty shoes trample over your previously nice clean floor.

The blood drippy guy asks politely for the mop and bucket and you think this must be some sort of prank because why the hell is this even necessary. 26 guys to share your one solitary mop and bucket and to clean a goddamn floor that you managed in 10 minutes.

"Get out." He blinks at you, taken aback by your tone. "Or I'm calling the police."

"You can bring your pups in!" You call out to the emo teen lurking outside.

Health and safety be damned because look how fucking cute these dogs are!

He hesitates but then the rain grows heavier and all three rush in.

You miss the suspicious glance he gives you, too fixated on how adorable the dogs are. You don't even mind their wet fur or muddy paws because look at these little babies!

And huh, this guy must really love them too with his, you squint, God? Dog? hoodie on. D'aww that's so stinking sweet.

Damnit, you knew these two would be trouble the moment they stepped foot into your store.

The tall blonde just gives off a distinct creepy vibe and the shorter one has his entire eyebrows shaved off.

Shaved. Off.

You couldn't help but stare when you put their purchases through and noticed some regrowth and stubble. Is this a trend you missed out on? Either way you're glad because there's no way you're shaving off your own eyebrows.

They converse in Japanese, not even saying a word to you. No thanks or anything, which is fine you suppose. But then they pay you in fucking yen.

They're out the door by the time you see the cash and fuck. Your boss is going to go apeshit when he finds out.

"What do you think, sweetheart?"

A new blonde guy addresses you tonight and for crying out loud, you just want a quiet shift.

What do you think of his white suit? With the garish LV logos? That it's tacky as fuck. That anyone with any sort of taste would never ever wear that. You keep your actual thoughts to yourself and instead just say it's fine.

That does nothing to subdue the blonde. He does stop talking to you though, and just mutters bitterly under his breath. You catch the words blind and tasteless.

His partner smirks at your response.

And isn't that a whole other kettle of fish because it's currently 2am and you're indoors and who the hell wears sunglasses right now. You think he's a douche of the highest calibre.

The smirk is wiped from his face when he asks for cigarettes and you ask for ID. He doesn't have it on him.

"No can do. No ID, no sale."

He leans aggressively into your space, and reveals his eyes peering over his sunglasses.

My god, what is up with this duo? One with the tacky suit, and this one with the ugly black contact lenses.

You don't budge and the guy is dragged out by the blonde cackling.

Ugh. That laugh gives you a headache for the rest of your shift.

You really wish customers would stop involving you in their conversation.

This one, who looks exactly like how you would imagine a SoundCloud rapper that has their mother following them and no one else, asks you to listen to his music.

He insists that he's good as the blonde girl rolls her eyes.

You listen to about 10 seconds and make up your mind.

He's wrong. He's very wrong. You want to suggest he gets checked out at the doctor because clearly his ears aren't working properly.

Instead, you mention you like Duke Pyeon, he's more your taste. Has he heard of him? It's the wrong thing to say though because this guy looks angrier than you've ever seen anyone.

"Don't start Vin, I've seen you listening to his music." The girl scoffs.

'Vin' shouts in indignation and storms off with his friend trailing closely behind.

"Can I help?" You ask with your customer service voice and customer service smile.

He has been standing in front of the hair dyes for a good ten minutes as his friend looks increasingly bored and you can't blame him.

"No thanks, I'm just browsing," he responds and you tell him you'll be just over there if he needs anything.

You kill some time playing on your phone, look up, and both of them are still in the exact same spot.

The one with the H on his neck looks about ready to tear his hair out.

"Come on bro, just pick one!"

"No Warren, this is important. I need it to suit my new aesthetics."

You shrug and return back to your kitty kat restaurant game.

"Cool glasses," you tell the guy walking around the store and he looks affronted at first before realising you're being sincere and gives you a small smile instead.

You wonder if you can pull off orange tinted glasses too or whether you'd just look like an idiot. It's probably the latter you decide when you ring up his energy drinks.

"I'm a boxer," he offers, as if you're judging the amount of caffeine he's going to slam down.

"Ok?"

"I need it for my training."

"Sure."

You've seen weirder purchases and weirder combinations. The people coming in looking frantic and buying a single plunger or pack of toilet paper never fails to make you chuckle.

To be honest the amount he's buying is a bit nuts, and you wonder if he's going to drink it all in one go. You probably wouldn't sleep for a year if it was you.

"Enjoy your training," you say, heaving and handing over the bag of 19 cans.

A mute blonde gestures at you

You try to use some sign language, but he looks at you as if you're crazy. At least you think he does but you can't see his eyes.

Somehow you're able to decipher he's lost his dogs. Four. Golden retrievers. And he asks if you have seen them.

(Huh. Do you have telepathy? Do you have the gift?)

You tell him no and he sprints out.

You spend the rest of your shift trying to move things with your newly discovered psychic powers.

Spoiler: you have zero powers. Zilch.

You think you might be having a stroke.

Because on what planet did this K-pop idol think the disguise would work. Cap and mask on but tufts of pink hair poking out and dressed completely in white.

It's like he's asking for attention and for people to ooh and aah over who that could be.

As he leaves, you shout that you can't wait for his next album. He turns around in complete shock that you recognised him, as if you solved the world's hardest puzzle.

It's a good job that DG has such a pretty face because what an idiot.

You hear two voices mention the words Daniel Park and your ears perk up, wondering if it's about your old colleague.

Nah. You're just being silly. It's not an uncommon name at all and too much of a coincidence.

"I haven't seen Daniel in ages! Have you heard from him, Zoe?"

"No," you see her friend shake her head from the corner of your eye.

The brown haired girl tilts her head in thought, "I wonder how Zack is doing too. I haven't seen him in so long."

"Ohhh~ you miss him!"

"O-of course I do! He's a friend!" She blushes bright red and you chuckle to yourself.

'Friend', sure.

For the rest of the shift, you reminisce about how you used to tiptoe around your feelings with your boyfriend, Taehoon, too.

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imagines--galore · 1 year ago

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hi, saw ur post saying that ur feeling down and i’m really sorry to hear that and just try to stay optimistic. you asked for hurt/comfort prompts to help you cheer up, so i was wondering if you could do tasm or mcu peter parker x reader where she’s kind of been hiding the fact that she’s down and so one day she snaps and it all comes out and he helps calm her down and is just there for her and really sweet?? hope u have an amazing day/night & feel better🫶

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Hurt/Comfort. A/N: Cuddles make everything better. Though I wouldn't know it myself. I'm a sad person : P

Final Projects. Work. Exams. Assignments. Extracurricular. Internship. Bills.

There was just so much to do and not enough hours in the day to do all of them. It should be humanely impossible to complete every single task in a day, yet you were trying your best.

You didn't have any other choice.

If you didn't hand in the final projects, your final grade would drop. If you didn't get to work, you would be fired. If you didn't study for your exams, you would fail. If you didn't complete your assignments your professors would fail you. If you didn't meet the extracurricular requirement you wouldn't have anything to put on your resume once you graduated college. If you didn't do your internship, you would be one step behind every other candidate for any potential job. And if you didn't pay the bills, you would be kicked out of your small apartment.

Oh and if you didn't spend time with Peter, your boyfriend, he would leave you.

Add that to the list as well.

Consumed by your negative thoughts as you tried to power through as assignment that was due the next day, you weren't aware of Peter entering your apartment and opening up the fridge.

"You're out of orange juice, Y/n." He stated, grinning impishly as he finished off the final few dregs in the juice carton.

It was a simple thing, such a simple thing that was the norm between you. You would always tell him while finishing off the last of it in his fridge or cabinet and he would do that same.

But at that time?

You snapped.

"Yes! I know I'm out Peter. I know the I'm out of orange juice because I didn't have the time to go to the store and buy some more. Why?! Because I didn't have the time!." You threw down your pen in frustration before pushing away your books and laptop as you buried your hands in your hair.

"I bit off more then I could fucking chew and now I know I'm gonna fail in all my classes, loose any chance I have of having a good future and wind homeless, which will force me to ask my parents for money, which I hate doing, and you'll leave me because you wouldn't want to be with me anymore, and I just- just-"

Your words became incoherent after that as a pair of familiar arms came around you and pulled you into a warm embrace. All your frustration, anger and fear of failing finally culminated and the dam broke.

Tears fell from your cheeks as you sobbed into your boyfriend's shirt. God! You were so pathetic! You had never done well when it came to pressure, but you had always managed to keep it all inside. But there was just something about Peter hugging you so tightly that it prompted you to loose whatever control you had over your emotions. Maybe because you trusted him. Trusted him to see this side of you and not be berated for it, or simply told to get over it. That was the response you had normally received from almost everyone in your life. That is until you met Peter.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You deal with so much more than I do, and I'm the one who breaks." You whimpered, suddenly feeling ashamed at having such an over-emotional response. You felt him shake his head.

"How many times have you hugged me and told me I could do everything when it all became too much for me?" He kissed the top of your head. "I think it was time you had a breakdown of your own, you can't stay strong all the time Y/n." He said, stroking your back as he did. Normally you would've argued, but you just wanted a little sympathy. You sniffled, giving a meek nod. "I guess so."

Peter continued to hold you, pressing kisses to your forehead and temple, in an attempt to calm you down further. You sighed as you snuggled further into him. Already you could feel yourself beginning to calm down. But you didn't pull away. Not just yet. You were simply enjoying in the simple pleasure of being in Peter's arms and just being so close to him. That and you loved his kisses. You couldn't get enough of them, if you were honest with yourself.

It was after a good few minutes that you were ready to pull back. Wiping away the tears that were left, Peter kissed both your cheeks, prompting you to giggle softly at the silly smile he wore in an effort to cheer you up further. "How about I get the orange juice and grab some dinner as well. And then after that I'll see if I can help you with your homework." He suggested, prompting you to smile at just how sweet he was being.

With a nod, you agreed. As he stood to do what he had just said, you couldn't help but feel lighter, your head clearer. Turning back to your waiting homework, you tackled it with more vigor then before, eager to be done with it.

#peter parker x reader #peter x reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker x y/n #spiderman x y/n #marvel #mcu

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ironladders · 7 months ago

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so i had a thought about ashrah and syzoth and i really dont know how to feel about it so i want your input. and keep in mind i am still new to MK lore and dont understand the ins and outs of it like most other people do. but i read that in past timelines at least, demons of the netherrealm were dead bodies reanimated by quan chi. so i was wondering, how do you feel about the idea of ashrah having been syzoths wife in her past life, probably unbeknownst to her. does it make sense, the implications of it, etc.

hi sorry i was in figure drawing when i got this ask & that class lasts 6 hours 🫠 art school was a mistake

anyways: this is so good and yet evil oh my god??????? it probably wouldn't work in canon unless stuff got retconned, but the implications here are so interesting to me regardless and you could do so much stuff character-wise (especially for ashrah) with this concept.....

first off, don't worry about not knowing extensive details about mk lore. it's bound to be confusing for someone new to the franchise, and even then plenty of us who've been here for a while don't entirely know what's going on either. i had to look up half the shit i mention in this post just to make sure i'm not off by a bunch

syzoth would have the biggest mental breakdown ever if this were a thing. poor guy can't catch a break

this would be a lot for ashrah, if she were to find out or otherwise put the pieces together. i mean, her whole thing is wanting to be fully human, and yet in this idea, she's not aware that she once already was human. that would be absolutely wild and 100% turn her entire world upside-down if she were to ever find out that truth.

the angst in this idea would go crazy. I LOVE IT. i think that syzoth would be reluctant to get close in any way with ashrah (at least initially) because, even if he doesn't know about how some demons are dead people brought back to life, ashrah physically resembling + sounding like his dead wife would mess with his head SO much.

poor ashrah, too; she's trying to learn what it means to be human and make friends with all these new people, and everyone in the good-guys group seems to be willing to be open with her--except for syzoth. and she has zero clue why. of course, because of their similar pasts and common struggles, they'd probably be drawn to each other anyways, but it'd be 10x more depressing than in canon

i imagine in this concept, shang killed her and then gave her corpse to quan chi. i don't think shang tsung would've given syzoth's family the dignity of dying in the living forest, tbh, i personally believe he dragged them off somewhere far away to die (which is also how i imagine syzoth went so long without knowing they were dead in the first place. easier to keep him in the dark about his family's fate if he's not aware of where they are). alternatively, ashrah could be put in a similar boat to old-timeline hanzo, who was a vengeful spirit of the netherrealm after being killed by bi-han, and then continuously manipulated by quan chi. i guess she would have to be somehow turned from a spectre to a demon, but i'm sure they can figure it out with magic lmfao

you're sort of right about the reanimated/reincarnation thing, it just doesn't apply to every type of demon. (more lore explanation under the cut bc i rambled a lot and it got a bit long oops) (if you read up on all this already and this information is useless to you i sincerely apologize in advance)

the lots of different demon types in mortal kombat: imps, oni, the enenera, cambions, and other miscellaneous ones. iirc there was also gonna be another class called "elder demons" (like elder gods but not really???? i guess???) in an older game but that was scrapped.

there’s technically a difference between the oni and other demons, because quan chi in the old timeline was an oni before he turned into a demon after mastering sorcery. so i guess oni are like… lower than demons??? or something?????? i’m not actually sure what the difference is between the two tbh 😓

we know that the enenra are created from the souls of slain mortals, so they'd be an example of an undead person coming back as a demon, as mentioned in this very sad scenario. the only enenra that we've actually met in canon is smoke, who was explained to be one after dying as a child via his mk9 ending

it's really fucked up lol, some cult kidnapped & sacrificed him when he just a kid

so that would be one example of how in this au/scenario/thing, ashrah could've had a human life once and not be aware of it. this tracks pretty well with mk9 smoke not remembering his previous life or death, until his early memories came back to him after so long.

the only issue is that smoke was reborn as an enenra right after he was killed, and after he took out his revenge on the cultists, he woke back up in his human body with no memories of his previous life. so i assume this would apply to any other enenra: they die, come back and do their thing, then go back to their original bodies right where they died with no memories of their old lives. they don't minecraft respawn in the netherrealm, which is where ashrah is from. but if pre-death ashrah in this au was dragged to the netherrealm and then killed, then brought back as a demon that's further manipulated by quan chi's dark magic, i guess it could work?????

(speaking of the enenra: in one of his mk1 intros with ashrah, smoke mentions dreaming of the enenra. so either tomas already died in this new timeline & just isn't aware of it, OR he's gonna kick the bucket soon and come back as an enenra. either way, we should probably prepare his funeral in advance lmfao).

there have also been demons that aren’t enenra, but are still dead people reincarnated by quan chi, as you mentioned. they're really obscure characters -- i had to look them up to make sure i wasn't making this up in my head lmfao -- but in the show mortal kombat: conquest there's siann, mika, and sora. they're undead corpses of the netherrealm that were brought back to life as demons via quan chi's magic

they lived they served cunt they died

from my understanding (i haven't watched mk:c, i just read their wiki page) they were basically being forced to work for quan chi otherwise he threatened take away their living forms, which sucks. also mika might have a crush on quan chi….. for some reason???

the difference between these three and the enenra, though, is that they seem to actually be aware that they're undead lol. but maybe that's just because quan chi keeps threatening them with being corpses again if they don't follow his orders (again, haven't watched mk:c). who knows! their wiki page isn’t that long and doesn’t give me much info so i don’t have much to go off of 🤷🏻‍♂️

ashrah in mk1 does have a canonical demon type; she mentions that her and her sisters are cambions in an intro with kitana, hence how sareena can seamlessly change between her human-ish and demon form. i don’t thiiiink cambions are “reborn”/undead the same way the enenra would be? in irl folklore “cambion” is used to refer to either a changeling — which makes sense given sareena — or a demon-human hybrid. i really doubt ashrah’s the latter, though, so i suppose she just... spawned into existence as a cambion one day. or maybe she has demon parents running around somewhere. idk bro

i guess what i’m trying to tie together here is that in the “ashrah is a reborn dead person but doesnt know it and unfortunately said dead person is syzoth’s dead wife” nightmare scenario you’ve presented to my inbox, it could go a few ways:

she’s an enenra

same situation as the mk:c girls

hanzo-esque situation (although he's not a demon so. idk)

the second one is probably more in line with what you're thinking of, except that unlike the mk:c girls, ashrah would be kept in the dark that she's a reanimated corpse of a human woman.

and, i said this earlier, but i'll say it again: this would be a wild twist for ashrah character-wise. imagine: she’s fighting for her absolution, fighting to be a human and rid herself of her demonic nature, and then it turns out all along that at one point, there was a time ashrah was human. she had a human life and appearance once, and it was all ripped from her one day and she had no idea. even if her previous life wasn’t related to syzoth or anyone else on the roster, that would still suck. but on the other hand, i think it would give her even more incentive to purify her soul & finally kill quan chi. she'd be hurt, angry, want vengeance for the human woman she once was. the woman that was wrongfully murdered for a sorcerer's selfish gains. the possibilities are endless!!!

i dunno what else to put here or how to end this off, but i've got so many thoughts now... oughh

#not art #ask #ashzoth #angelscales #ashrah #syzoth #iiii am too tired to tag the rest of the ppl mentioned here LOL

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mrsweasley23 · 2 years ago

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Has voyeur Steve gone too far this time...? (Part 3)

Full fic on ao3

Part 1 Part 2

Steve was thoroughly fucked. His waking hours were spent either with Eddie, trying to pretend that he wasn't in fact a disgusting pervert and the worst friend known to man, or thinking about Eddie, in terms that were certainty NOT platonic with a capital P. His moans. His growls. His dirty, dirty words. Steve found it exhilarating and infuriating in equal measure, just how responsive he was to Eddie's voice.

"Steeeeeeve?". Honestly, a fucking direct hit to the dick. He swallowed, trying to push down the bubbling desire, the wish to hear Eddie whine his name for another reason. How the fuck did he get to this point? From roommates to, if you don't bend me over and fuck me in the ass right now, I might actually die.

"Yeah". Keep it cool, Steve.

"What are your plans for later?"

Steve shrugged casually, feeling anything but as his heart began to pick up pace.

"Why? Fancy doing something?"

"Ah, shit, I would, but, I, erm... I kind of have a date. Well, not really a date but there's this guy"

Yes, yes, fucking yes! Steve is screamingly inside. Fucking cartwheels in his head. He's going to fuck the guy! Here! Later! Not to say that Steve wouldn't fucking love to have a kind of date with Eddie, but, well, he's a realist and will take what he can get.

"Say no more", Steve replied with a wink. Oh god, I'm such a fucking creep. Dial it in Harrington. "I'll clear out for the evening"

"You don't have to do that. I just wanted to give you a heads up..."

"Eds, I would not want to cramp your style. Honestly, I'll head over to Rob's. Give you some space to work your magic"

Eddie snorted.

"Do you, er, like this guy?". Just asking as a friend, you care about Eddie. You're a good friend. It's totally fine. You're totally fine. It doesn't mean anything. Fuck.

Eddie shrugged with a smirk. "He's hot. He's willing"

"Yeah?" Steve breathed, trying desperately to appear unbothered.

"We've been texting a bit. I don't think he's a keeper but..."

"But he sent you a dick pic?" Steve laughed.

"Pretty much" Eddie laughed, head in his hands. "Seems a shame to pass it up"

"A crying shame. What sort of roommate would I be to cockblock this opportunity? Consider me gone"

"Steve, man. I feel bad now..."

"Don't. You'd do the same for me, right?"

"You want to bring back a guy to fuck?"

Steve couldn't hide the flush.

Eddie elbowed him lightly. "I'm jesting. I know your love for pussy runs deep".

If only he knew. Since stumbling upon Eddie balls deep in some guy, girls have been the last thing on his mind. No dates, no sex, not even a kiss. Not even in the moments when he had his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock. He'd tried to play out scenarios in his head that would have previously had him dripping, throbbing, fucking gagging for it. Girl riding his face. Nada. Girl riding him like a cowgirl. Zilch. Pounding into a wet pussy. Zero. Eddie licking his lips at him. Boom. Eddie with his fingers in him. Holy. Fuck. Eddie had fucking ruined him for anyone else. And Eddie had no fucking idea.

"You're fucking gross, man" Steve laughed lightly, batting his hand against Eddie's arm. Fuck. Okay. Touching was now off the table. That was too much. How could something so simple drive him so wild?

Eddie smiled back at him, oblivious to the near total breakdown Steve was experiencing. "Well, whatever. Just let me know if you need me to return the favour".

"Maybe one day" Steve shrugged.

"Come off it pretty boy. If you really wanted it, you could have them lined up around the block". And, if Steve wasn't already in the depths of hell, then hearing Eddie refer to him as pretty boy pushed him right over the precipice, Eddie's words from his last encounter ringing in his ears.

"I love to fuck pretty little boys like you. Pretty little boys go wild for my cock splitting them wide open".

Steve laughed it off, Eddie read it as humble and then Steve began to formulate his plan.

#steddie #eddie munson #steddie fic #steve harrington #steve eddie #steve x eddie #steddie smut #voyerurism

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rainbat · 2 years ago

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Today My Cat Died.

This morning at work I sneezed while in my boss’ office and he said “kill the cat!”. It’s a running joke in our office that my boss says “kill the cat” every time my coworker or I sneeze, as we both have cats but are allergic. I’m not a huge fan of the joke, but this time I ignore that and seize the opportunity to tell my boss that I needed to leave work early to take my cat to the vet (I made an appointment earlier that week because he had lost some weight recently despite eating normally and it was a little concerning).

My boss says, “Fine, as long as they give him the needle,” (another hilarious “kill the cat” joke). I can tolerate joking to some degree but I love my cat and I am a pretty defensive and outspoken person so I told him that he better hope my cat doesn’t die because I would be the most miserable person he’s ever had to work with, and then I went to my desk.

Around a quarter to four I reminded him that I have to leave early because I’m going to the vet and he asked me, “What’s your vet's phone number? I want to call to confirm when the needle goes in.” I “played along” is a pissy way: told him the name of the place, told him to google it, and then I went home.

I picked up my cat and took him over to the vet. He was meowing a bit how he always does when he’s in a carrier. We got to the vet and there were two dogs in the waiting room. I asked my cat if he wanted to see them and he meowed and the receptionist and owner of the dogs laughed. I put him down on the bench and he continued to meow so I opened the top of the carrier to pet him a little. I noticed his claws were stuck in the webbing of the carrier and I grabbed at his paw to unhook them to which he fought back a little, and then he flopped over.

I thought it was cute, he was submitting so I could get his claws free, so I pulled out my phone to take a video of him on his back. But then he started freaking out, coughing/yakking and jerking. I jumped up with him and carried him over to the other side of the reception and said something is wrong with him. The receptionist seemed to think I was joking at first and I raised my voice and said something is seriously wrong please get a vet. She grabs the carrier and takes him down the hall, I tried to follow but someone grabbed me and said I needed to stay out in the reception, and so I sat down on the bench.

My head fell into my hands in my lap and I knew. The moment they pushed me down the hall and back out of that swinging door I knew. He was gone. The dread settled and I texted my parents and I just fucking cried about it. I sat there for minutes, and then they told me to go into a room.

The vet came into the room and she told me what I knew. I asked why, how, what the fuck happened? His heartbeat stopped before they got him onto the table, she said. They had no idea why he died, it was completely sudden. Can I see him? And then they bring him into the room.

Fucking breakdown, Jesus fucking christ, that is my fucking kitten. That is my baby boy. He’s my fucking cat, he’s a fucking survivor! I found him in the trash, so what the fuck happened? What the fuck happened? What fucking happened! Oh my god he’s so still. He’s so silent he’s so fucking solid. Oh my god that’s my baby. I just fucking cried about it, over him, kissing him, staring at the wall, I just fucking cried about it. Half an hour, and then the vet came back in.

The fucking video, I took a fucking video. I had a video, can you tell what happened? The vet watches the video and tells me she can’t tell. So I have the last seconds of his life burned into my fucking phone on top of being burned into my mind and it isn’t even helpful? She says that sometimes when animals die, when cats die, their bodies expel air like that after they pass, so the few seconds of footage I captured of him weren’t his final moments, they were right after he passed. She hopes that bit of knowledge will give me comfort, and then I pick out an urn.

The cremation paperwork is signed and I’m leaving the vet without my roommate and $350.00 poorer. A ratty collar with a Ty Beanie Baby tag clinks in my pocket against my keys, as I track through the evening January streets of Manhattan, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained, an empty cat carrier hanging off my shoulder, and then I get home.

On my way up the stairs I picked up the package I had ignored in the hallway an hour earlier when I passed by with a cat in my arms. I dumped the package on my table and threw myself down on my bed and I told everyone I knew, I rotated phone calls with family and friends, I stared at the thousands of photos and videos I had of my boy and I fucked cried a lot longer, and then my mom texted me.

'Did you get a package today?' 'Yes, I’m not really in the package opening mood'. I continue the sob tour of my photo gallery, featuring my cat trying to eat McDonalds multiple times, sitting on my laptop typing with his butt, wiggling around on the floor on his back, and I rotate between texts and calls. But there’s cake! My mom must be messaging me about some television show or something, I ignore it. I’m on the phone with a friend. 'Cake'. 'Cake! Cake!' And I open my texts with my mom, rereading. There’s. Cake. In the fucking package. My mom mailed me homemade cake and it arrived the day my cat died, ‘that is really fucking awful’, I text back, and then I go get the package.

I rip the box open on my couch and it’s filled to the brim with leftover Christmas candy. Candy pours into my lap while I go searching through this package for fucking cake. I pull out the various contents, things I left at their place to ship back to me because it’s cheaper than checking a suitcase, a shirt my dad sent me a photo of and asked if I wanted and I said no, Toblerone, a metal tumbler, and a paper box with homemade passionfruit cake. I dump everything on my coffee table and I fucking sit there and I look at the box, and then I eat the cake.

#tw dead animal #tw death #tw pet loss #essay #personal

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hungry-hobbits · 2 years ago

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i thought maybe i could go through today without having a breakdown over everything that's been going on but that didnt happen so

like i had several lengthy breakdowns last night over this like in person i am dealing with this basically alone - i have a little bit of help from others but its not enough to keep me from going insane with everything that has been going on - and i obviously have the support of my best friend and my friends and family friends who are doing their best to help me from varying degrees of far away from me, but its different than having someone there in person to help me with this load

god oh my fucking god its very insane to spend 2 weeks thinking ur mom is going to die, then barely be able to process that she isnt going to die, then suddenly a week later she has to be in some depressing facility that i know she doesnt want to be at but she apparently needs to be there because i cant do everything she needs and im scared she'll get hurt and i have to keep telling myself over and over that its only temporary and if she wants to come home ill bring her home immediately but this has been so hard so so hard

like you cant imagine how alone i feel when my family who lives 10 minutes from me has invited me to supper once in the past 3 weeks while knowing intricately what is currently going on and that was literally only because my uncle was in town for a single day to see his almost dead sister. meanwhile my moms friends who live 1-2hrs away have asked more often if they can do things for me than people who live 10min away and i dont even know what to ask them to do because they have their own lives and they already make special trips to see mom for hours and i cant ask them to do more than that because i feel evil and selfish for making them expend extra energy

but when you literally text a family member who lives 10min away, if you get time while you're in town today could you come by my house for a little while? and they can bother to take an extra five minutes to come by your house?? i feel so fucking alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then i feel selfish because its not about me - at least he's making time to go see mom and thats what matters but god maybe i want someone to come by and be like can i make you supper? do you need a hug? would you like me to help you with something??? maybe its my fault for not being more direct or i guess its also more my fault for assuming that my family would think to reach out to me in any capacity without me having to ask considering everything we've been through!!!

and on top of everything i have to go to fucking work. i have to go to work during the holiday season. i have to go to work the week before black friday and the week of black friday while my world is shifting on its fucking axis a completely different direction to the way it pivoted previously!!! and then when i'm like okay can i have a single day to myself is that okay? i spend the entire day feeling horrible and guilty and awful that i dont even feel rested from it

i'm so tired i need things to stop i need it to stop i just dont know what to do lmao

#personal #you can read this if you want fuck i'm posting it for some reason i guess huh?

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pheemuru · 10 months ago

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I want to get a little personal for a sec

Below the cut I'm going to talk about my struggle with art, energy, time management, and trying to be an artist in the current social media climate while having a full time job in an unrelated field

In august 2023, i moved out of my parents home for the first time--I moved out of state and got a full time job. this is a good thing and a super positive life event for me! I'm now living with my partner of nearly 7 years and my best friend of 5.

However my relationship with art since before I even moved out... has been really rocky. My job now occupies my time for 6 hours a day 5 days a week. I work from 6:45 am - 10 am (im including travel time here because its still my time thats occupied by work...) and then I have a break until 2 pm. Then I work 2 - 6 pm, and depending on where I'm working at, I get home anywhere from 6-7 pm. I go to bed at 11 pm (This is a very big struggle mentally for me since my jobs schedule is very much opposite of how my body functions. I'm a night owl and not at all an early bird.) This is my monday thru friday.

By the time the weekend comes, I have other household chores to keep up with before I feel like I'm "allowed" to waste my time basically. I also use my time just... recovering for the next week. Every night I get home from work I take a couple edibles to wind down and relax, which is possibly the best part of my day when I finally get to turn my brain off from having to mask and wrangle 30 something kids throughout the day. (daycare aide moment)

How this relates to my art is that I really have zero drive to do any kind of art. I have no ideas. I see stuff online and think "wow I want to do that, I wish I thought of it". Creativity doesn't come naturally to me if it isn't the result of a college assignment or a commission. I struggle a LOT with concepting and sketching. I genuinely don't know how to doodle anymore either

In 2024 I want to focus a lot more on what's going to make me feel satisfied in a career, and so far the only option I have for that is making art my full time gig. However, anyone that is trying that or has tried that knows how difficult that is and how unrealistic it is to just be able to do that with no build up.

Here's where my struggle comes in; I have no fucking energy for anything anymore. I got diagnosed with adhd and autism last year, or just about last year. My job is insanely socially heavy (I'm around 30+ kids and have to manage them) so by the time that I get home, I just want to get stoned and watch movies. I don't want to create. I don't want to do anything. not even shit i like to do.

drawing has become so fucking hard for me. it takes me so goddamn long to finish a piece, I get overwhelmed by current trends, and it doesnt help that the fact of the matter is, social media has moved onto video formats. This means I will have to keep up with video trends to get any kind of eyes on my work. But how do you keep up with video trends when you don't even have any art to show to begin with, nonetheless ones that fit with the theme of the trends going around?

So now I need to make supplementary/filler recordings to fill out content if I want to be serious about my social media presence. On top of the fact I actually have to create art. On top of the fact that there's dishes in my sink every day and laundry that has to be done every week and groceries that have to be shopped for and a job that has to be attended to five days a week. I know 30 hours a week truly is not as much as others work to be full time but my god is it exhausting? All this shit on top of itself makes me feel like I regret moving out a little bit. Overall I don't, because I don't have to live with my parents and I can relax around my partner, but like. oh my god?

literally how does anyone live like this and not want to kill themselves. I had to get a zoloft script because i kept having mental breakdowns every sunday because I have to go back to fucking work and I never feel like I have enough time to do anything meaningful. by the time my brain is like, "ready" to work, its 9 pm and i have to get ready for bed in 2 hours.

I've contemplated getting my masters in teaching to be an art teacher, but I really wouldn't.. want to do that for the rest of my life? you don't really get days off if you need it, youre obligated to work outside of work hours just to get anything done, parents right now kind of suck, school admins also suck, curriculums are cutting art programs, and kids are also becoming so much more disengaged with art at younger ages.

with the state of everything I find it really hard not to just spiral into a depressive episode. I don't know what my future holds. Sure, I have my parents as a safety net now, but theyre approaching their 70s and arent going to be around for the majority of the rest of my life. what happens then? what happens when theyre gone and i have literally no other support beyond the little life i made for myself right now? i already feel like im not allowed to prioritize myself at the moment given my position in the household (full time consistent job that pays somewhat decent ((Decent being $16.75/hour lol)) for the area im in, im the one that can drive, im the one with the largest paycheck and most consistent hours). I can't really get days off at work if I wake up having a panic attack or even physical sickness. I'm supposed to just deal with it and clock in because we dont have enough people to cover last minute like that. And I'm someone with (honestly) debilitating stomach issues. I had to have an upper endoscopy and tests done which only yield so much if you don't follow up with an allergist, which I still have yet to do...

Currently I'm supposed to set up appointments for my dentist, an allergist, a cardiologist, and I need to contact my psych because my pharmacy told me my zoloft cant be refilled (second month on it btw lol).

so like. when the fuck am i supposed to have any kind of every to dedicate to a second part time job, my own fucking art business? the thing i want to be the most passionate about, i have no energy left for. I feel so wildly unsatisfied in my life right now because of this. I'm struggling. I'm struggling a lot and I wish i didn't have to work at all. I wish I could just have my art be my full time thing, but I dont have the audience nor the social media prowess to make that happen so quickly.

I'm tired. I'm fucking tired. everyone keeps saying "take care of yourself" or "self care" but jesus christ how am i supposed to when i cant even just work 4 days a week consistently because for whatever reason I'm the only person at my job that can do what i do? how am i supposed to practice self care when that self care would mean i quit my fucking job lol. i'm at such a loss and i feel like im just letting the time pass by like grains of sand in an hourglass. being torn between wanting to die and wanting to push through is a fucking insane feeling. all we do in life is struggle until we die and I'm finding it harder and harder to get over that kind of mental hurdle. every time i drive i have to fight the genuine intrusive thoughts of yanking the steering wheel to put myself in a ditch with my car just to give myself a couple weeks of a break.

I'm tired. And there's nothing i can do about it. how long can one weather a storm before getting lost at sea

#vent post #anyone else. anyone else at all #burnout #like i dont even know how to job hunt anymore #everything on linkedin is either shitty or not real #same with indeed #how does anyone find a work from home job like seriously #all i want is some stupid wfh job #i want a job behind the scenes. i dont want to talk to people all day #i have zero applicable skills for any modern job

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chaeinedup · 1 year ago

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Will you hold me ?

It's been a while since you saw the light of day and not by choice. Exam season was kicking your ass, therefore you had no choice but to spend your nights studying as hard you could. So sleep was during the day. Your sleep schedule was a mess, your meals consisted of energy drinks and string cheese.

But at least you weren't alone, through all the chaos you had Daehyeon with you, unfortunately his sleep schedule was as bad as yours. And being as supportive as he is, he always made time for you and your mental breakdowns. You'd call in a frenzy, frustrated with yourself and your life choices that led you to this point, while he just tried to calm you and see the positive side of things.

"Daehyeon I think I'm gonna drop out. I can't handle this anymore. I think college isn't for me."

"Y/n, what would you tell me if I said I was gonna give up on producing and the music industry in general ?"

"I'd call you crazy and yell at you for wasting years of hard work and talent... yeah I get it you're trying to make me follow the advice I give to others but this is different. I feel myself going nuts."

"Babe no one said it was gonna be easy, nothing ever is. How many times did you think about quitting because of an exam and then you actually did really good ? It's not fair for you to be this hard on yourself. Not to mention its 4am, you should definitely be sleeping."

"I still have so much to go through, and it seems there's not enough time for everything and I can't even make a decent meal and-"

"When was the last time you ate ? And what exactly did you eat?"

You looked very guilty and hesitated in answering. By your reaction he knew it had been too long since and he didn't even want to know what concaution of a so called "dinner" you had made.

"I'm coming over and im bringing food, ill be there in 20."

He hung up, not giving you a chance to refute his proposal, like he knew you would.

After what felt like an eternity, your doorbell rang. Excited, you ran to the door. Outside the door Daehyeon could hear your running, resembling a enthusiastic golden retriever. He smiled to himself wondering if you could get any cuter.

You opened the door faster than the speed of light with the biggest smile on your face.

"Who knew you'd look this pretty at this hour??"

His rethorical question made you blush, making you want to hide somewhere and so you did, in his chest, with the warmest hug he had felt in a while.

"..stop saying that.... you know how i get..."

"Yeah and I love seeing you like that."

You withdraw yourself from him giving him space to enter your apartment. You looked at the white bag he brought with him and tried to guess what it was. Quickly it clicked, normally he brings food from a fast food chain or leftovers from the dorms, but seeing everything wrapped so nicely you knew it had so much love and care into it. Something only a mother would be able to do.

"Is that what i think it is...?!!!"

"She made me keep it a secret, it's your favorite!"

"Oh my god, when were you with her ?? I miss her I hope she's doing well!"

"She's doing great but she wasn't too happy with you and your concept of a proper meal."

"You rated me out to your mom?? That's so low Daehyeon!!"

"She cares for you as much as I do, and she made this hoping it would open your appetite a bit more. Resulting in you actually craving meals instead of snacks."

"You really are your mother's son. Thank you, to both of you, and I’ll make sure to thank her with a very well written text!"

You kissed him on the cheek, leaving him standing in the living room while you headed to the kitchen with the food. He had a shine in his eyes, that you couldn't see, but he hoped you could feel it. Right now and every day, all the time, he loves you more than he will ever understand. It's not like he wants an explanation on why his heart flutters when you look at him, or call his name. He's just glad he gets to have you all for himself in this lifetime, and if he's lucky enough in the other ones too.

Time stopped for him but not for you, you plated everything as fast as you could, you wanted to be as close to him as possible, savouring the few hours you had before he had to go to work and you had to head to classes. A couple that never sleeps will surely stay together for a long time.

Finally you were done and brought everything to the coffee table in front of the couch, you two have the habit to sit on the floor while eating and afterwards cuddling on the couch. And today was no exception.

The food was amazing, just like you knew it would be. A mother's love will always make you feel better, doesn't matter in what form it comes. Sometimes it's with words or acts of service such as this delicious feast, or through people. Daehyeon was one of many ways his mother expressed love to others, the way she raised him reflected how pure her heart his. So her son's is just as noble as hers.

"Daehyeon ?"

"Yes my love?"

"Will you hold me ?"

"Always at any time, anywhere."

He wrapped his arms around you, not even bothering to leave the carpet. Doesn't matter where he is, you will always e his number one priority.

#Spotify #wei imagines #wei fluff #wei fanfic #wei #wei oneshots #wei scenarios #wei daehyeon #daehyeon imagines #daehyeon oneshots #daehyeon fluff #daehyeon scenarios

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cassifictional · 2 years ago

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Picture taken from @sapphictemple 's Sevika pic folder and edited. Go check it out.

Pairing: Sevika x g/n reader

Tags: nsfw - oral. Established relationship, Sevika’s on the receiving end for once.

Summary: poor Sevika has had a long day fighting paperwork. She probably needs to relieve some stress. Why not try something new?

Word count: 2.9k (cheers)

Notes: Started making it. Had a breakdown. Bon appetite.

For real though, I’ve had a real shitty week so any nice comments/reblogs would make me so happy. And it’s been a while since I wrote smut. I really like how it turned out, despite the events of this past week. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ❤

As you rounded the corner on your way to The Last Drop, you noticed that most of the lights had already been turned off for the night. You hadn’t even realized it was that late already. Not that it mattered, you were quite comfortable being active and awake all throughout the night, right up until the early hours of the morning. It also didn’t matter that the bar was already closed. You weren’t there to party, you were there for one person and one person only: your girlfriend.

The front doors were already locked, but some of the lights inside were still on. Peeking through the windows, you could see the vague outline of a person sitting at a desk near the back of the room. No doubt about it, that had to be the woman you were coming to see. As you looked around for a second longer, you noticed there wasn’t anyone else around. You grinned as you realized this might be the perfect time to attempt a little thing you had been wanting to try for a while now. The Last Drop, entirely vacant, doors locked, granting you the most privacy you could possibly get in this nightlife hotspot. A hotspot that was always so crowded. Except for now. Exciting.

You quickly made your way to the side entrance, a partially hidden door reserved for employees and “special guests”. As you pushed it open, you called out for your girlfriend to announce your presence as a “special guest” and not a thief looking to get their hands on the contents of the register behind the bar.

“Sevi?” you called out to no response. You couldn’t yet see her from where you were right now.

Oh god. What if it hadn’t been Sevika you saw through the window. Maybe it had been Silco. In a really big coat.

“Oh, thank god.” you sighed as the desk in the corner of the room came into view and you realized it was, in fact, your girlfriend sitting at the desk as usual. Sevika raised an eyebrow at you as you approached her.

“Thank god I’m stuck at this desk?” she said, sounding more than a little annoyed.

“No, it’s just- no, actually, nevermind.” you walked up to her desk and took a seat right on top of it. You’d rather sit in her lap, but that spot wasn’t available right now. The desk was a mess, there was barely enough space for you to sit. Little piles of papers and notes were everywhere with tools and small loose bits of machinery mixed among them. From the looks of it, she had been combining paperwork with some maintenance on her mechanical arm.

“I was waiting for you at home,” you spoke, reaching out to touch her hand, “but you were taking too long, so I came to see you.”

Sevika allowed you to touch her, but she didn’t return the gesture like she’d usually do when you two were alone.

“Well, yeah, it’s one of those days. Lots of work. Nothing I can do about it.” she huffed, taking back her hand to get back to the work on her desk.

“Sure you could.” you smiled sweetly, tilting your head to the side. “You could finish it.”

“No shit.”

Right. Seemed like humor wasn’t working on her tonight.

“How much longer, do you think?” you asked, trying a more compassionate approach. You leaned over to take a look at what she was working on. Shimmer shipment details and numbers. Boring stuff. The kind of stuff that would make her extra grumpy.

“I’m almost done. Twenty minutes or so.”

“Can I help?”

“Yes. Stop distracting me.” she glared at you.

“Alright. Fine.” you grumbled, getting ready to hop off the desk again. Sevika quickly reached out to grab your arm before you could do so.

“Didn’t say I don’t want your company.” she said without looking up from her papers. Seems like she had realized she was being a bit harsh.

You smiled at her and turned around on the desk to face her, swinging your legs over to the other side so you could rest one of your feet on her thigh. Immediately regretting her decision to be nice to you, she shot you another glare, but you just glanced around the room, feigning ignorance. Sevika let out a long, deep sigh, and continued with her work, trying her best to ignore you for the time being.

Now all you could do was wait for your girlfriend to finish her work. You took your time to study Sevika’s beautiful features, something you loved to do whenever you were near her but she was too busy with other things to pay attention to you. You noticed her brow was more furrowed than usual. By the way she kept blinking, you could tell that she must be feeling tired. Her shoulders seemed stiff, the rest of her posture seemed to be as well. Her leg, the one you were not currently resting your foot on, was bouncing up and down ever so slightly. She looked incredibly tense, like she had a very long and very annoying day. Luckily, you knew a thing or two to help her get rid of all that tension.

“Almost done.” she mumbled, shoving a few more papers to the side. You took that as your cue to start the little plan that had popped into your mind the second you had seen her through the window, sitting here all by herself in the corner of the now closed bar.

You slowly let your foot slide down her thigh until it was in between her legs. You felt her flinch at the sensation, but she didn’t give you the satisfaction of a further reaction. Displeased, hoping for a slightly more exciting response, you started slowly rubbing the tip of your shoe along the inside of her thigh. Again, you felt her shudder underneath your foot ever so slightly, but that was all you got out of her. You had to stop yourself from grinning when you noticed all the hairs on her arm were now standing up straight. As hard as she was trying not to react, her body could not help itself.

“I thought I told you to stop distracting me.” she said in a tone that was meant to sound intimidating. It didn’t work on you, though. Not right now. You knew that in this case, it was just an empty threat. She could try all she wanted to pretend she wasn’t enjoying this at least a little.

“I’m not distracting. I’m encouraging.” you smiled at her.

Eager to see her react even more, you made a bold move and decided to gently press the tip of your shoe right in between her legs, rubbing it up and down her crotch just once.

A quiet “fuck” escaped her mouth as you felt her whole body twitch underneath you. Finally, a crack in that stoic composure of hers.

Breaking the silence in the building, there was a small noise coming from the direction of the side door, from where you had entered. As if feeling relieved, Sevika shot up from her seat, loudly shoving her chair back as she did. You sighed, rolled your eyes and turned around a little to see where the noise was coming from. One of Silco’s goons had entered the building, holding a small stack of more fucking paperwork. Sevika huffed and straightened her clothes, trying to hide that her breathing had suddenly gotten very heavy from seemingly just sitting still at a desk, and made her way over to the guy awkwardly standing by the door.

“Here’s that report that was missing, boss. It’s-“

“Give me that.” you heard Sevika hiss, followed by the noise of rustling papers.

As Sevika gave the guy an earful about being late, you hopped off the desk and set the second phase of your plan in motion. You were already getting excited, and the best part hadn’t even started yet.

When Sevika returned, she seemed surprised when she noticed you weren’t sitting on her desk anymore. She glanced around before sitting down, jumping in her seat a little once she realized you had hidden yourself underneath the desk.

“Last guy, right? Did you lock the door?” you asked, sitting on the floor underneath Sevika’s desk, pretending to admire its wood grain as you talked.

“I did. What are you doing? Get up.” she demanded as if she had forgotten about your previous interaction just a minute ago. She really wasn’t taking hints well tonight.

“Encouraging you.” you said plainly. “You were almost done, right? I suggest you hurry up.”

Sevika scoffed. “Or else?”

“Or else I’m not rewarding you for working so hard today.”

Something finally seemed to click in her when you saw her eyebrows raise a little once you started running your hands up from her calves to the insides of her thighs.

“What, right now?” she asked, her breathing getting a bit heavier again already. “Why here? Can’t this wait until we’re home?”

“No, because I know how much you like to instantly fall asleep the second you get home after a day like this.”

“I hate how accurate that is.” she chuckled.

For a moment she considered her options, but her decision was quickly made. Without saying another word, she leaned back over the desk and started scribbling on the papers again. You rested your head on her thigh as she worked, continuing to tease the inside of her thighs with your hands as “encouragement”. She carefully pushed you a little closer to her with one of her feet, wordlessly urging you to continue whatever you were doing.

After five more minutes, you were getting impatient. Sure, you had a front-row seat to the best show you could think of, but nothing was happening yet. The scribbling of Sevika’s pen continued and irritated you. Enough was enough. Either she finished her work now or she could finish as she was herself, well, finishing.

You moved in a little closer and moved your hands up to the front of her pants. Slowly, giving her just a little more time to continue her work, you started to undo her belt. A sharp hiss shot out from her metal arm, followed by the sound of her sharp metal fingertips scratching the desk. Good. You were getting her all worked up again.

“No patience, you..” she groaned.

“Hurry the fuck up then.” you said as you fully undid her belt, working your way down to the button and zipper below.

She leaned forward a little more. You heard her curse quietly under her breath again.

“Shit.”

The button now undone as well, you decided to take the zipper in between your teeth and undo it like that. You felt Sevika shudder underneath you.

Then finally, as the zipper was now fully open, her underwear already peeking through, you heard Sevika slam her pen down on the desk. Forcefully, but careful as not to hurt you, she shoved her chair back and raised her hips just enough that she could quickly slide her pants down.

“I’m done.” she growled as she dragged herself forward again to be closer to you, reaching back to take her underwear off as well, but you stopped her from doing so.

“Took you long enough.” you grinned, hooking the fingers of one of your hands underneath the top of the hem of her underwear. Right in front of your face, you could see that a damp patch was already well visible in between her legs. Teasing her a little more, you lightly ran your fingers over it. You heard her sharply inhale as you did.

“About that ‘reward’ I was promised..” Sevika said in between heavy breaths, pushing you a little closer again with the back of her foot, “how about you quit being a nuisance and get to it?”

“Who’s the impatient one now?” you said teasingly before dragging her underwear down in one smooth motion, a sharp contrast to your previous slow teasing that seemed to please Sevika. You were about to please her a whole lot more, though. The sight of her glistening wet in front of you was even better than the front-row seat you had before. This was more like a VIP-ticket. Including a meet-and-greet. Meet-and-eat.

“Fine. How about you say ‘please’ first?” you smiled up at her expectantly.

“No.”

You shrugged. “Oh, well. Was worth a try.”

Sevika wasn’t the type to beg for attention. She knew she would get it one way or another anyway. That didn’t stop you from trying every once in a while, though.

You took in the sight of her all wet and ready and impatient in front of you just once more before you finally went down. Savouring that first taste of her just a little more than usual. She let out a long, shuddering sigh as your mouth finally made contact with that sweet spot. To finally relieve that mutual impatience together, to release that built up tension from the entire day, that relief felt incredibly good.

“Ah, yes, just like that..” Sevika groaned quietly, “keep going. You know how I like it.”

You sure as hell did.

Dragging your tongue up and down her folds, you lapped up everything she was giving you. After the long day at work, her scent was intoxicating, musky and warm and wonderfully her, somehow still not smelling gross like you’d expect someone to smell after a labor-intensive day. You wanted to tell her all about how much you were enjoying her, but for you to talk you would have to pause and you weren’t eager to do that.

You moved up to give her clit some much needed attention, which she happily accepted. With her metal hand clutching the armrest of her chair, Sevika’s free hand quickly found it’s way to your head, intertwining itself in your hair and pushing you down into her a little more. Her foot, still behind you, pushed you a little closer as well. It was almost getting a bit hard to breathe, but not enough to be an issue. But even if it was.. what a way this would be to go.

“Just like that. Perfect.” she panted, already looking perfectly dishevelled.

Her hand on your head and the foot behind you were enough to tell you that she very much still demanded control of the situation, even though you had her fully at your own mercy as well. The balance between both of your needs to be in control made everything feel that much more exciting.

As you continued to eagerly eat her out, juices dripping down your chin, you felt her thigh tense up underneath your hand. A telltale sign that she was getting close. Already?

In an attempt to make the situation last a little longer, you tried to move your mouth down a little again. A rough tug on your hair quickly made you reconsider that decision, moving back up again as quickly as you had tried to go down.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop now.” Sevika growled, her breathing heavy and deep, her body feeling warm and flushed against you.

So you continued as you had before, eagerly licking and sucking and enjoying every little reaction you got out of her. You looked up at her in an attempt to maintain eye contact, but she couldn’t keep her composure anymore. You could feel her thighs tense up again, along with the muscles in her hips and the now painfully tight grip on your hair told you all you needed to know. Still looking up at her, you watched her close her eyes and lean her head back. So close.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” she repeated, breathlessly now. “Please.”

The unexpected please sent shivers up your spine. You knew exactly what you needed to do now.

Keep up the pace. Let her come.

And she did. Moaning and groaning through clenched teeth, trying to not make too much noise in case anyone was somehow still around in the vacant and closed bar. She pulled you in so close you could barely breathe as she rode out her orgasm. Judging by how long it lasted, she must have really, really needed that sweet release. After what felt like forever, she released your head and you took a long, deep breath, thoroughly enjoying the sweet, sweet oxygen.

“That was fast.” you panted, out of breath after nearly being smothered in the best way possible.

“Told you. You know what I like.” she grinned, also out of breath, but for an entirely different reason. The way she said it made it sound like a genuine compliment, a rare treat coming from her.

“One more?” you asked, more than eager to get back to work.

“No, that’s enough,” she chuckled,” You did well. I need to have some energy left to walk home.”

Disappointed but also satisfied, you crawled out from underneath the desk, letting Sevika dress herself again before taking her head in between your hands and giving her a long, deep kiss. Letting her taste herself a little in the meantime from what remained of her on your lips.

“You know..” she mumbled through the kiss, “If all my days behind this desk ended like this, I think I’d be more inclined to take the shifts involving paperwork.”

“You go do that.” you mumbled back at her, your eyes still closed. “Show those papers who’s boss. I’ll sit under your desk all day if it’ll help.”

“I doubt it will.” she snickered. “But it’s something to look forward to, for once.”

Notes: I think I may have a bit of a fixation with desks :v and legs. Definitely legs.

Also, the logistics of (tight) pants and this position are something I’ve yet to experience for myself. I have a hard time picturing it in my head without it looking silly.

You’d think I’d have a thing for almost getting caught doing something somewhere you’re not supposed to, considering I’ve written a scenario like that before. In reality, I have anxiety and would never ever put myself in a situation like that LOL

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #arcane x reader #arcane imagine #arcane imagines #cat writes

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cryptonite-exe · 2 years ago

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a little comfort | mirage

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; mirage x gn!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre ; angst with comfort, self deprication

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; had a breakdown and listened to anti-hero so i ended up with this (wont be using too much tags this is mere self indulgent)

you lay still in bed, looking up at the ceiling in wonder. your head was clogged with so many thoughts. and what seemed like minutes after lying down to sleep was actually hours. you felt elliot shift and turn in bed numerous times, yet you remain perfectly still. you recall the events of the past weeks and how everything went down. the stress of both the games and your personal life has been wearing you down.

"he shouldn't see me like this." you thought, he was already dealing with so manty things and seeing his lover like this- what would he think? "what's wrong with you" "why are you like this?"

you bit your inner cheek as numerous emotions flood into your system. the bottle you stuffed everything in finally broke. every emotion, worry, fear, and distress you hid away so carefully broke loose. you felt glass shatter and scatter and everything goes to hell. and before you knew it, tears. you didn't even notice until the ceiling wasn't so clear as you last remembered it looking. endless beads of water just sliding down your cheeks and onto the once dry pillow.

you felt the feeling of choking up and knew you couldn't do this here, not when he's having his peace right now. waking up to comfort you wasn't what we wanted after a tiring week. you got up, shoving the covers and blankets off your body and tried as quietly as you could to exit the room.

figuring the couch was the next comfiest thing to cry on other than the bed, you head towards the living room. now that you've found comfort on the couch, it wasn't long until your sobs started leaking out your throat. you wanted to contain it in so, so bad. you were slipping and stumbling over you own thoughts, the crying and pain was nonstop. you were barely able to breathe properly, your sobs echoing throughout the quiet home you and elliot shared.

your crying paused when you heard the door of your bedroom open and close. "there you are, the bed felt empt- oh" he says, rubbing his eyes awake. before you could say anything he was already at your side. he kneeled down and brushed away the hair covering your face. "hey, what's the matter?" he hushed. "god- why are you up? you should be sleeping-" you asked, shaking your head and hopefully the tears too.

"babe- listen to me, this isn't about me. my beloved is crying here and i will be here to make sure you're alright." he says, bringing his hand up to your cheek, wiping away the tears that runs down. "you can tell me you know?" he murmurs, "do you want to talk about it? i mean- its fine if you don't want to i'm your boyfriend after all and i really care about you" he says and before he could continue on, you hug him. he immediately embraces you back, arms around your waist.

"don't wanna" you reply muffled. "that's alright too! we could just cuddle like this because i am the bestest boyfriend and i love you so much," he kisses your temple before maneuvering both of you onto the couch and into a cuddling position. his arm remains around your waist, bodies flushed against each other. your head rests on his chest comfortably while his other hand brushes through your hair.

"we could order your favorite food if you'd like" he interrupts the silence of the room. you break out in a fit of laughter at the random proposal. "you are an idiot" you giggle. "ah no. correction- i am your idiot yeah that's right you're stuck with me."

soon the sun rises and a person delivers your food with a very much tired look on his face and seeing such a couple be so intimate at this hour of the day might've been the last straw but oh well. and eventually you do talk, with him listening and his hand holding yours the entire time to let you know

i'm here

#𓆩♡𓆪 cryptonite-exe #apex legends #apex legends mirage #mirage x reader #mirage #apex mirage #mirage x reader angst #angst #elliot witt #elliot witt x reader

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hoodiewithhorns · 3 years ago

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━ using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★

genre : hurt/comfort smut.

characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma

p.1 + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

different safewords used this time <3

- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3

sakusa

word count : 1.4k

you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt.

〜　☆

Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.

Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down.

“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him.

still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him.

“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”

“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?

“answer me, right.now.”

“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear.

“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.

the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance.

feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red.

“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts”

you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.

“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”

“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.” he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace.

sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.

too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.

“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning.

“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.

“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.

he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.

you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.

“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”

“don’t be.”

he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..

..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.

He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks

“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”

you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”

he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.

“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.

“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”

“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”

needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.

kenma

word count : 886

kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it.

but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.

No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.

he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.

walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.

taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.

he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.

“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.

“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt.

“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.

your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.

but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table.

“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.

he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him.

he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.

“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster.

“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.

“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying.

“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.

“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.

“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare.

he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him.

“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly.

“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.

He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight.

“better my love?”

“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.

matsukawa

word count : 615

what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together.

that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex.

he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.

now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.

“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head.

“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.

growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going.

“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.

kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.

he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right?

“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears.

“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him. he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.

“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.

“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.

he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.

“ i was just jealous..” he admits

“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully.

“am i-i all you want sei?”

“ duh pretty baby. everything i want and need.”

matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years ago

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Eddie's love is undeniable.

Papa!Eddie Munson x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

The next chapter in my Papa Eddie series. Thanks for reading. Oh I'm tagging @mrsjaderogers because I think you would like this series.

Warnings: +18 Language, abandonment issues, oral, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: As things progress Eddie realizes he hasn't fully healed from Tina. And he works with you as you go through the ringer too.

Chapter 4: Abandoned

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The drive home was filled with laughs and stolen glances. Erika had taken over the radio playing a mixture of New Kids on the Block and Michael Jackson. It was funny because the music wasn't really Eddie's taste. But he found himself tapping along to a few of the songs. He liked seeing you sing along with Erika. Your variety of music astounded him. It made him want to branch out just a bit. It wasn't the lyrics that deterred him from that type of music. It was the instrumentals. He very much preferred to head bang than to jive or hop around flaying his limbs about. But if he was honest with himself, he really didn't know how to dance. Awkward stiff movements were all he could conjure when he would practice alone in front of his bedroom mirror.

When you guys pulled into a gas station somewhere in Lafayette, you had decided to teach Eddie some moves. You guys got out of the car when Eddie pumped gas. You had blasted You Got It. Erika was dancing with Rosie and you had his hands trying to rock him side to side. He shook his head at you and smile.

"Try this Eddie." You said letting go of his hands.

He watched you move your legs into a pendulum swing. Eddie looked over to Erika doing the same thing.

" Uhh I can't do that sweetheart."

" Just try Eddie."

And he did. But he knew he looked ridiculous.

" Okay. Okay. Just move your hips." You said while putting your hands on his hips. " Just roll them to the beat."

Eddie liked how you held him. Your smile made his heart melt. When there was a small breakdown you got closer and touched his lower half with yours. Rolling your body into his. Then as soon as it was over you pulled back and started to do The Snake. He just stood there watching you having so much fun. You went to Rosie and Erika and started dancing with them. Pulling them closer to Eddie so that the four of you could dance together. This moment instantly became a core memory for him. As the song ended all of you stood there laughing. Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your forehead.

"God you make me so happy sweetheart."

" Only returning the favor honey."

" Eww. Enough with the PDA guys."

" Sinclair I swear, I will leave you here."

...

Eddie spent the last few days of his vacation with you and Rosie. At least as much as he could. You had returned to work the following day you guys got back from the concert. Your shift had changed and now you were working 16 hour nights with Wayne. Eddie was lucky enough to get a spot on the morning shift because of Rosie. But now he barely saw you. In the morning Eddie would arrive at work while you and his uncle were leaving. A quick kiss on the cheek was all you have been giving him for weeks. The only days he saw you were Sundays. You guys would go outside and make snowmen and take Rosie sledding. Trying to spend most of the day with each other.

One day he was called in to cover a shift Saturday night. He was excited because he was gonna see you all night and you could come over after and sleep with him. However, the night was going to be spent in the hospital.

Eddie was on his machine when he saw a commotion. All he heard was your name and he went running. When he got there you were on your knees.

" YOU. CALL 911." You said pointing at one of the workers.

"WAYNE! MR. MUNSON ARE YOU OK!" You said shaking him.

You looked up and told someone to get you the first aid kit.

" EVERYONE BACK UP." You shouted

Eddie was frozen. He watched as you gave his uncle CPR. You looked up at him quickly and looked back down.

" SOMEONE GET EDDIE A CHAIR BEFORE HE PASSES OUT!" You said before giving Wayne mouth to mouth.

Someone led Eddie just far away enough to find a seat. His face was in his hands. And for 30 long minutes you pumped Wayne's chest until the EMT's finally came. You came and squatted in front of him.

" Eddie....He had a heart attack."

Eddie's eyes were glossed over. He didn't know what to do or say.

" Come baby. Let's go. We need to go to the hospital."

All he could do was nod.

...

His uncle came home a few days later. Eddie was allowed to take family leave in order to take care of him. He moved Rosie's crib out to the living room so his uncle could take the bedroom. He made sure that his uncle rested as much as he could. Eddie found himself crying himself to sleep every night. In the morning when you got off you would bring all of them breakfast. Checking on Wayne. You would sit with him and talk until you were too tired to talk.

Eddie was getting jealous at the time you spent comforting his uncle. Was he not important enough for you to comfort too? Did you not see how almost losing his uncle affected him? His irrational thoughts consumed him. He became distant from you. He didn't really want to but he couldn't help but feel left behind. Again.

You had noticed his change and you decided to act. You got Erika and Max to stay and take care of Rosie and Wayne while you and Eddie went for a drive. You drove out to Lake Jordan. Your original plan was to go to lovers lake but you didn't want to bring up any terrible memories for him.

As you parked you guys just sat there listening to music. Eddie and you moved to your backseat and cuddled.

" I missed you Eddie. I'm sorry that I haven't been spending time with you and Rosie. I know it's hard right now with my schedule. But I promise. I'll be here more. I'll be here for you more. Whatever you need okay. Just tell me."

Eddie was quiet for a second. " I need you to kiss me."

You move to pull his face down, kissing him gently. Too gently. He grabbed your waist and pulled you to straddle him, his grip was firmly on your ass. He lifted his hips and rocked yours against him. He started to kiss you harder when you pulled away.

" What?"

" Eddie."

He tried to kiss you again pulling your neck hard to him smashing his lips to yours.

" Eddie stop!" You pushed him away and got off.

He huffed. What? Now you don't want him?

" Eddie please....we can't...not like this."

" Why not like this? What's wrong with having sex in a car?" His voice was cold and harsh.

" There's nothing wrong with having sex in a car. It's just having sex. You're not ok."

" Why not?! Am I that repulsive? Or what?! Do you like my uncle or something?"

" Eddie no..." You said just above a whisper.

" Then why can't you just fuck me? We've been seeing each other for 2 months now and this is the closest we ever got."

" Is this how you want our first time to be? Does making love to me not as important to you as it is to me?"

" Are you fucking kidding me y/n?!"

" Eddie please. Just talk to me. I can't keep doing this."

Eddie scoffed. " Right. Just fucking leave like everyone else."

" Wait no. That's not what I meant."

" Whatever" he said while getting out of the car stomping off.

He stopped at the lake when he heard your footsteps. He wanted to punch something. He knew how he spoke to you was wrong. But he just couldn't handle everything that was going on. Tears threaten to leave his eyes. Why was everyone leaving him? Did he not matter? Did no one really care? What was the point of surviving if this was what was waiting for him?

" Eddie...please."

Your pleading voice only made him angrier.

" Y/n just fucking go! I don't want this anymore."

" No."

" YES! JUST FUCKING LEAVE. THERE'S NO POINT OF DRAGGING THIS OUT."

"I'm sorry, but no."

"GOD DAMNIT Y/N! JUST LEAVE NOW. LEAVE SO THAT I CAN JUST GET OVER YOU."

" Why? Why I would leave?"

"BECAUSE EVERYONE DOES ALRIGHT!"

You were quiet. As he continued to vent.

" My mom left me, my dad took off on me. All my friends went. My uncle tried. Rosie is gonna leave when she gets older. Tina....fucking Tina left me. And sooner or later, when you get tired of me too. You'll leave just like her. GOD! What was so wrong with me that she fucking left me like that? How could she leave me like that? How could she leave Rosie? What kind of mother just abandons her kid like that? Why would she just abandon me?"

Your lip quivered. And your breath shuddered. It was clear that you weren't the problem. Everyone kept leaving him. But it wasn't like most of them did it maliciously, he just felt like they did.

" Do you still love Tina?"

"What?! How can you ask me that?! I HATE HER! I fucking hate her! I hate her for leaving Rosie. I hate her for leaving us." He turned to you, but you were looking at the ground.

" If she hadn't left. Or if she came back? Would you be happy?"

Eddie had thought about that a lot. He always pictured what his life would be like if Tina would have stayed. He had a ring for her and everything. But she changed after a few months of being pregnant. He had returned the ring when Rosie was born. But he still loved her. He hoped that one day she would come back for so long. But then you came around being this perfect person that he never knew existed. Things changed for him. He no longer pictured Tina with him. It was you who was a part of his dreams. You who he was crazy about. You who was right for him. You who he wanted to be Rosie's mom. But what if she did come back? What if she decided to be a part of their lives again? Would he let you go, just so Rosie could get to know her real mom? Could he really take that chance and lose you?

"Eddie it's fine ok. I get it. If Bastian was alive and his dad gave an actual fuck about him then maybe we could work it out. For the sake of Bastian....I know what this feels like okay. People left me too. But you can't blame yourself for that...if Thomas loved me he would have stayed. If he loved Bastian he would have come to the funeral. And the same goes for Tina. She would have been here for Rosie. She would have been here for you. But she wasn't. I'm here. I love you. And I love that little girl with all my heart....I wish she was ours....but she's not. I promise you though. I will love her like she is mine. Because she already feels like that to me...but if Tina does come back...and she wants to be a mom...then I won't stand in the way...if you choose her then that's okay. But just know that I love you too. Do you think that I would just give up without a fight? Well, I will fight with everything I have because you need someone to. I'm not just gonna go away...I'm not just gonna leave. I'm not like anyone else that has. So don't you dare think that of me....and if you really want me to leave...if you really don't love me...then just say it now. Because... Because I can't stay on the side lines waiting for you for when you eventually find that you don't love me. I won't."

He didn't know what to say. No one has ever said anything remotely close to what you just said to him. He believed every word he said until you spoke. Why did he have to meet Tina before he met you? Then Rosie or Bastian would have been your guy's. And he wouldn't have felt this way. But he decided here and now that Rosie was yours. He was yours. No more questioning of what ifs or doubting you. Your love for him was unmatched. And his love for you was undeniable. He vowed to make sure you would never doubt his love for you ever again.

...

Christmas was just around the corner and Eddie spent every last dime he had saved to get you and Rosie the perfect gift. Matching mother and daughter gold necklaces and a 2 night stay at the Four Seasons hotel in Indianapolis. He thought for a moment that maybe all of it was too much and too fast. But he would be him if he wasn't dramatic in some way or another.

You had an array of gifts for him and Rosie. One for everyday of the month. It was halfway through December when you surprised him with a painfully fun gift. Eddie sat there holding your hand as the tattoo gun pierced his skin. It didn't hurt, he just liked touching you.

He got the latin words Amor vincit omnia on his inner bicep. As he was finished he looked in the mirror. You just behind him smiling.

" Love conquers all sweetheart."

" It sure does."

He turned and pulled you in for a hug. " Ready for your's?

You lifted up to your toes and kissed him softly. "Ready Freddy."

" Uhh for the last time it's Eddie." He teased and kissed you again.

You went and sat down in the chair. Holding out your arm tugging at your bottom lip.

" Alright man. Don't hurt my girl too much. Or we will have words."

Eddie left gentle kisses on your matching tattoo doing his best to soothe your soreness.

" Eddie it really doesn't hurt. I have enough fat there, my arm could be considered a wing. I swear if I caught some air I could fly."

Eddie frowned. " Why do you talk about yourself like that? Don't you know how damn beautiful you are? Do you really think I would care about how you look?"

" I...it's just something I did in order to not let anyone's words hurt me. I figured if I can make fun of myself. It wouldn't hurt so much when others do."

Eddie shot up and looked around the shop. " Who dares talk about my girl like that? Huh? Who wants a can of whoop ass?"

You laughed. " Eddieeee"

" y/n" he said mimicking your whine. " Listen pretty lady. I don't ever want to hear you say bad things about yourself. You're exquisite in every shape and form. I swear."

" You have a heart of gold Eddie. Don't ever change okay."

"Never."

...

Christmas Eve started out so great. You, Rosie, and Wayne were in the living room waiting for Eddie to finish wrapping his gift to you. Why didn't he do it earlier wasn't even a question. Why was that? Because he was such a procrastinator and he got distracted so easily.

It didn't help things when you had finally gotten back to the same shift as him. He and Rosie were with you all the time now. It was damn near impossible to get to wrap your gift. Especially when you would distract him with your lips and body. Every night things would get hot and heavy between the pair of you. But always stop before getting there. It wasn't as if you guys were gonna have sex with Rosie so close by. But it was bound to happen when he took you to Indianapolis. He had it all planned out. He bought candles and fake rose peddles to set the mood for it. He had bought a huge pack of condoms ribbed for your pleasure of course. Though he knew he didn't need that to make you...well you know. But he had to make sure he gave you the best you have ever had. Because he just knew you were going to be his. He dreamed of the heaven between your legs. How fuckin warm you would be. If your body gave any indication on how warm you were. It was definitely going to burn him. In a good way.

As he put the last piece of tape on the medium size box, he smiled at how well he did. Sure it wasn't perfect like how you wrapped yours but he tried. And he knew you would love it anyway because he put in the effort.

" Alright, here we go." He mumbled to himself.

When he walked down the small hall he saw you sitting with Rosie in your lap smothering her with kisses. Eddie had accidentally tripped over one of Rosie's toys. He almost went down but he caught himself. He stood up straight and laughed. He noticed you were looking at him shaking your head.

That's when he heard it. Rosie had started mumbling something that in any normal circumstances would have been absolutely perfect. But the look on your face told him that you were not okay with what Rosie just said.

Eddie and Wayne froze at Rosie's half words half mumbles. Eddie could see your chest heaving and your hands start to shake.

"W-wayne....t-take her...I-I'm-I'm gonna drop her."

Wayne who was the closest to you immediately took her. You had gotten up and ran outside. Eddie's feet had a mind of their own and went to chase after you.

He was right behind you in a matter of seconds. You had your head between your knees trying to breathe.

" Y/n she doesn't know what shes saying. Please baby don't freak out." Eddie tried his best to calm you.

He went in front of you lifting you up so you could look at him. Your forehead was lined with sweat and your eyes were red from the tears.

" Common sweetheart. Rosie doesn't know what shes saying."

" It's not that Eddie. It's me okay. It's me."

" What are you talking about? Talked to me."

I- I...I just wasn't ready for her to call me that. I- I never thought she would... Of course I wanted it...I just didn't expect it so soon."

Eddie hugged you. " Why wouldn't she call you that? That's who you are to her...You're her mom.. or mum as Rosie would say."

" Don't you think that it might be too soon for her to see me as that."

" Why would it be? If she wants to see you as her mom then so be it. I know I already do. And I'm glad she sees it too"

...

During the drive to Indianapolis you guys listened to Iron Maiden, Judas Priest and The Scorpions. He found out during the ride that The Scorpions were your favorite band. He swore he was falling in love with you all over again with each song that played. You knew every lyric and always told him about the favorite part of the song you like. Explain when the first time you heard it. You guys exchange past stories about yourselves filling up the long drive. As you two sang along to Eddie's favorite song he looked over to you and saw the necklace he bought you resting between your cleavage. You were so beautiful. He only wished you guys had taken your car so you could sit close to him. He now cursed his van for having a gap between you two.

When you guys got to the hotel and got the keys you went to the elevator. As soon as you stepped out you gave him a look.

" Race you." You said before taking off down the hallway.

" Hey! You cheater!" Eddie yelled running after you.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you back so he could get in front of you. He knew he was faster so he held back just a bit. The halls were filled with laughter and the sounds of shuffling. You were almost at the door when he grabbed you to pull you into a kiss. Moving you just a bit to be the first one at the door.

He touched it and looked down at you.

" I win."

" Hey no fair. You can't use your lips. Now that's cheating."

He smiled kissing you again.

"Well of kissing you makes me a cheater. Then I'm a damn cheater.... Common sweetheart. Let's get ready for dinner."

Eddie brought his nicest shirt and slacks. Borrowing a pair of his uncle's dress up shoes. He was pulling on his leather jacket when you came out of the restroom. You were wearing this beautiful black velvet dress that hugged you in all the right places. It came down to your knees and you wore 3 inch black heels. You also had on a matching cardigan with your hair pinned up. You looked stunning.

You guys had went to a fancy restaurant. But as you sat there looking at the menu you had no idea what the hell any of it was beside the salad that had some fancy cheese on it.

" Eddie...What's Bouillabaisse?"

" I uhhh think it's bologna soup."

" 46 bucks for bologna soup?! Oh god... Eddie...could we just get a hot dog or something?"

Eddie sighed in relief. " Thank you. The only thing I could make out was the chocolate cake."

Eddie stood up and pulled out a 20, leaving it on the table for the drinks. You shook your head because you guys only had water. But Eddie shrugged and held out his arm for you.

" M'lady."

You smiled taking it. You guys found a small vender just a few blocks over. Eddie scarfed down 3 brats while you were working on your second one. He saw that you were shivering. He put down his fourth dog and pulled off his jacket slinging it around your shoulders.

" Thanks honey."

Eddie kissed your temple and held you with one arm as he worked on his bratwurst.

" Do you think ants hibernate during the winter?"

" Huh? I don't know. Maybe. I have never seen them in the winter. Why do you ask?"

" I don't know. Just a random thought I had." Eddie chuckled.

"Do you always have random thoughts like that?"

" Yeah all the time. I just don't voice them. I don't want anyone to think I'm weird."

" Eddie your curiosity isn't weird. I like it." You turned to him and smiled.

You had a little bit of mustard on the corner of your mouth. Eddie wiped it with his thumb putting it in his mouth. He saw you bit your lip watching him. His watch went off. He looked at it and it was midnight.

" Happy new year sweetheart." He said before kissing you. " Let's go back to the room yeah?"

You nodded and finished your food, tossing your trash. You walked back to his van holding hands. He opened the door for you giving you another passionate kiss before closing the door. Eddie made his way around the van adjusting himself so the his boner wouldn't stand out too much.

Eddie waited in his boxers under the blankets for you. He had the urge to put on a shirt but he remembered that night with you in his restroom. When you came out you had your hair in a high bun and in sweats. He couldn't wait to get you out of them. When you climbed in he kissed you again. His hands wondered everywhere. It wasn't until he tried to touch you lower when you grabbed his hand.

" Eddie we can't... I'm on my period."

Eddie threw his head back in frustration. " Fuck!... I'm gonna get a towel."

You grabbed his wrist. "No honey. Please can we just wait. I don't want to cover you in blood. That's just gross."

" Have you met me? I'm the living personification of gross." He said while he belched and blew the air away from you and pretended to scratch his ass. He tried to fart but it wasn't happening.

You laughed so hard that you snorted. You covered your nose and mouth right after.

" Oh baby that's so cute." He said kissing you again.

He kissed down your neck and tries to touch you again. But you stopped him.

" No honey. Please...I know..I want you too. But I don't want to do it like this."

" I don't care if your bleeding."

" Yeah but I do."

" Okay but I swear the moment you stop. Wherever we our, it's happening."

You and Eddie grinned at each other. Eddie laid down on his back and he looked down as his tent. He then looked at you. You were on your side smiling looking at it. Eddie felt your hand sneaking it's way under the blanket to touch him. He closed his eyes when you did. His hips bucked under your touch. You then pulled down his boxers under his balls and held his dick gently stroking him.

He let out a low, rough groan as your grip got tighter. You suddenly took your hand off and he opened his eyes to look at you. You sat up and pulled the blanket off. You went to kneel between his legs. His eyes were saucers when you licked your lips.

" Y-you don't have to-"

"Shhh. I'm not going to let you get blue balls because of me." You pressed your finger to his lips.

You removed your hand and grabbed him again spitting on the tip and stroked him slowly, spreading your saliva over it's entirety. You brought your mouth down to leave a soft kiss on his head. Eddie could feel your hot breath and he shuddered. His whole body trembled when you gave him one long lick from the bottom of his base to his red tip, licking up his precum and swirling your tongue around it. His eyes rolled back when you took him into your mouth.

"S-shit."

It blew his mind when you took him half way. He felt the bed move and saw you adjusting yourself to a comfortable position on your stomach. Your eyes were closed as to took the rest of him. Your warm wet mouth felt so good he could have cum in just seconds. He felt your throat tightened as your gag reflex kicked in. You let up for just a second to catch your breath. But then you went back in. Taking all of him again.

Eddie saw tears falling from the corners of your eyes. He cupped your face while wiping your tears away. You really couldn't take all of him but being the good girl you are you did. You hollowed out your checks and your head bobbed at the perfect pace.

" Fuck y/n... G-god you're so good.. it feels so good.

The sounds of lewd slurping and his grunts bounced off the walls. A mixture of palm and tongue set Eddie to the edge. His need to cum became too dire now. His balls clenched as you took him in one last time. Stopping at his base with your nose in his little curly hairs. He held your head in place as his load shot into your throat. You moaned as he did, making him fall into complete bliss.

You let him come down from his high before relieving him of your mouth. He watched in aww as you swallowed his cum and wiping your bottom lip.

" Good?" You said breathlessly

"Jesus H Chris! Are you kidding me? That was just...fuck!...How in the hell did you make me cum in" he looked at his watch." Fuck! In only 3 minutes.....baby I swear I last longer than that."

You giggled and you sat up fixing his boxers. He sat up to kiss you but you stopped him.

" No I gotta brush my teeth."

" Uhhh no. You gotta kiss me." He said pulling you for a deep one.

" Ok honey. Can I brush my teeth now?" You asked after he pulled away.

He nodded and you smiled getting up. When you came back out Eddie was fast asleep. You laughed to yourself and got into bed with him. He turned so that he could spoon you.

He mumbled an 'I love you' before he went back to sleep.

" I love you too honey."

The next day you gave him 3 more blow jobs. One in the morning. One after lunch, and one before bed. He was absolutely spent. That thing you did with your tongue and your hand at the same time had him speechless. Even on the drive home you made him pull over so you could give him one in the back. You made him cum twice that time. He wanted to cum again but, this time you took your time with him. Teasing so much that it hurt, but in a fun way. After his second release, you said that you missed Rosie. He did too. So he picked up his pants as you went to the passenger seat. He smacked your ass before you sat down. You yelped and giggled. You flipped open the mirror to wipe your cheeks from the tears that stained them.

" Why do you take it all if you choke?"

" Because I am not a quitter and I love how squirmy you get when I take it all. The sounds and faces you make are worth the sore throat."

Eddie tilted his head and raised his eyebrows with a smirk across his lips. " Oh you like making me squirm? Just you wait sweetheart..."

...

When you guys got back to his trailer. You picked up Rosie and held her so close to your chest.

" Hey sweet girl! I missed you so much."

Eddie came to hug her too but she pushed him away and buried her face in your neck.

Eddie grabbed his heart and fell to the ground.

" Oh no princess. What happened to your daddy? We gotta save him."

Eddie played dead and he could feel you get close to him.

" Give daddy a kiss. Maybe, a kiss from a princess will wake him."

Eddie peaked to see you holding Rosie over him. She was puckering her lips to kiss him. When she did he shot his eyes open and sat up. Making Rosie laugh.

" You've brought me back princess. But, I'm weak. I need a kiss from another princess."

Rosie smacked your chest lightly trying to get you to kiss him. " M-mum, mum..."

" Okay sweet girl. I'll give daddy a kiss. But then he has to promise to love us forever."

Rosie looked at him with raised brows.

Eddie gasped. " Mommy should know I will always love you too."

He looked at you and smiled. Your sweet soft smile made his heart race. He knew you liked what he said from the happy tears forming in your eyes. You leaned over and kissed him with such love that he swore it really did bring him back to life. He jumped up right after making Rosie scream and giggle.

" See princess. You and mommy saved me." He said picking her up and helping you stand.

He held both of you, sharing kisses between the pair of you.

" My girls."

...

After that day Rosie got chicken pox. Since Eddie never had it, you took care of both of them when you could. Eddie still didn't get to have you like he wanted. Even after a month and a half. Things just kept coming up and he was getting extremely impatient.

...

Before he knew it, it was the middle of February and you, him, and Rosie were walking through the cemetery. It was the anniversary of your son's passing. You had asked Eddie to come and of course he did. You stopped at a small gravestone and put down your son's teddy bear. Eddie put Rosie down and held her hand and you kneeled down next to her.

" Rosie, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Rosie. And this is Eddie baby." You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

" She's your new sister Bastian. Hey bud... I brought you something." Eddie said while pulling a toy car out of his pocket. " It's uhh a black and yellow Hot Bird. It's a really cool car little guy."

Eddie bent down and put the hot wheel car on the small stone. " I wish I could've met you little guy....I promise to take care of your mommy."

Eddie stood up and you picked up Rosie. He held both of you kissing the crown of your head.

" Thank you for bringing us sweetheart."

" Thank you for coming."

" Any time sweetheart. Whenever you want to come with us, just ask and we will come. Always."

...

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nextdoorharry · 3 years ago

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imaaaaagine a world like that..can you? part 2

in which y/n sees a text, harry lies to her, and wants her back.

a/n: ahhhh!!! i feel like the first part of this story was a fan favorite out of all my other pieces! so thank you thank you thank you!!! hope you enjoy!

here’s the link to part 1 if you haven’t read it already!

you were always a light sleeper. you would wake up to a pillow falling on the floor, slight wind coming from outside, or even a phone that’s on silent vibrate. that’s the case when you woke up to a text vibration sound coming from a phone. tired eyes, you wake from your current position and see a love island episode playing. on auto-play of course because you already remember watching the previous episode a few days prior. you guess you and harry fell asleep during the new one you two were watching. with tired eyes, you squint to see harry sleeping peacefully. you miss this, you thought. sitting there in silence and taking in how harry used to sleep, slight snores, mouth a little open. except he’d be right next to you and not across.

your thoughts interrupted you hear the text buzz again. you grab what you assume to be your phone, since you and harry both have simple, plain black cases.

wrong.

it wasn’t your phone. it was harry’s.

you realized this when you read the text displayed on the lock screen, from olivia wilde.

I miss you, and our casual hookups. Can’t stop thinking about it. it read. you wanted to breakdown and cry right there.

you felt all kinds of emotions; confused, upset, angry, and jealous. why wouldn’t harry tell me this part? no i understand that, but why would he make it seem like he did not enjoy it at all? clearly he’s comfortable doing this stunt if he was hooking up with her. all these thoughts running through your head as you quietly get up, turn off the tv, and go upstairs to your bedroom. leaving harry to sleep on the couch.

you feel tears rolling down your face as you get into bed, quiet sobs erupting from your chest. you loved him. you still love him. you were glad when harry said that it’s all pr. you were glad when he made it seem like its all fake. but now, it was all a lie. sure it was a pr stunt, but harry and olivia seemed to take advantage of that and use that to get intimate. he clearly wasn’t as annoyed as he made to seem about the situation since he got to hookup with her. you may be jealous, but you don’t care that he didn’t mention something private like that to you, because he didn’t need to, it’s his business. but what stings is that he made it seem like it was clear he wasn’t actually into olivia.

you wake up to hear the coffee machine on, and the sound of something being cut against the cutting board. harry’s still here. you felt weird facing him now that you know he lied to you. even though you two aren’t in a relationship anymore, he has never lied to you. ever. nonetheless, you get up and proceed with your morning routine, then head downstairs.

“mornin,’ sleep well?” harry smiles as he sees you enter the kitchen. his eyebrows furrow a bit as you come closer to his vision. he couldn’t help but notice your eyes look a bit puffier than usual than how it normally looks when you’ve just woken up. he knows its either allergies or that you cried.

you reply with a slight “mhm” and reach for the cupboard to get glasses.

the thought of you crying makes him worried. it always did. you rarely cried during your relationship with him. only when it was a close individual’s funeral, or tears of laughter. or the day you two argued and he broke it off with you.

that’s why he hates seeing you in your state now. because if you were crying, all he could picture is the day you two broke up.

“y/n, y’good? your eyes look puffier than usual, love.” harry asks cautiously, trying to read your face, which refuses to make eye contact with him.

you were stood by the fridge, filling the glasses of water for the two of you when you replied, “m’good, just allergies. cat’s shedding season.” you say with a straight face, looking towards the glasses you’re filling. not wanting to look harry in the eyes. because all you can think about is how he was intimate with olivia, and how he lied. your stomach already turns at the thought.

“take the allergy meds that doctor prescribed you a while ago. remember it works wonders.” harry smiles, setting yours and his plate down on the table as you come and set the glasses down.

harry makes it so damn hard to hate him sometimes. the fact that he remembers the little things has you in awe. but no, not right now y/n.

“mhm, i’ll call in to get those refilled.” you lie through your teeth, acting as if the allergies were the reason for your current state, “thanks for breakfast by the way, y’didn’t have to. my fault for waking up later than usual.” you say sitting down.

harry sitting across from you, senses a different feel to how you were yesterday. you seem a bit off now, and you were never like this in the mornings. he supposes you did have a late night and filled with allergies bothering you, so you’re probably not in the best mood.

he shrugs it off, “no need, i overstayed my visit on accident, and its the least i can do after you helped me with my little uh, situation,” harry giggles, sticking a strawberry in his mouth.

you give him a glare as he looks down. his situation he says. you wanted to laugh in his face.

it’s a silent breakfast from there. harry in his own thoughts thinking about last night. oh, how much he missed you. how much he wanted to cuddle with you. be sleeping in bed with you. waking up to your face. soft kisses throughout. he misses it so much. he senses and hopes you miss him too. he had a good feeling last night. and that’s when he decides he needs to say something. if he doesn’t speak now, he never will. now’s the perfect time. after his tour and new album, he’ll be taking a break. a break from everything. a break to spend time with family, friends, live privately, and hopefully settle down with you. now’s the perfect time to reconcile with you and put the offer out on the table.

“..so,” harry begins. you look up and see harry putting his utensils down, wiping his mouth with a napkin, getting ready to speak. “after the tour ends, i’ll be releasing my album, do some promo for that, and then i’ll be on a hiatus..for however long i’d want it to be..”

you can’t just have all feelings for him disappear in less than 24 hours. so when he said that, you can’t lie to yourself and not feel some happiness. yet, he still better not say what you think he’s gonna say. you’re still mad at him y/n. don’t do this to yourself.

“so what are you saying..” you hum.

“god y/n, you know what i’m about to say.” harry purses his lips and looks you in the eye, hands reaching out for yours, “i’m ready to settle down with you, if you’d have me back that is.” he says with a little smile and gleaming eyes.

the days prior from yesterday of you finding out, you would’ve have said yes. you would have breathed out a finally, and had a sense of relief.

but now it’s going to be a different outcome. he took advantage of your kindness and you giving him advice. he took advantage of your time. maybe dramatic, but that’s how you see it.

you’re mad. that slight happiness you got when he said he was taking a break is gone.

“s’not even like we have to be boyfriend and girlfriend for another period of time! we can go straight to fiancés! we already have trust in each other, i mean we only broke up because of my work. nothing else was to be fixed in the relationship! i’ll put a ring on it right now if i have’ta!”

harry rambling, saying some bullshit about trust, causes you to interrupt him, “harry-“ he still rambles but now about having kids. “stop.” you say, voice grew a little louder and more stern.

harry pauses, wide-eyed. sure he didn’t know how you were even feeling about this, but he was sure the love you two have was still there.

“trust?” you laugh in disbelief. “first off, you’re acting like we took a break. a halt in our relationship until you were ready to settle down. you should know that’s not the case. i’ve been patient throughout our relationship far too long for me to be waiting around on your terms.”

“y/n i-“ he interrupts.

“no, i’m talking. this whole ‘trust’ thing is gone. i’m sorry but last night i woke up in the living room to a text notification. i assumed it was my phone, and since we have the same phone cases, i happened to pick yours up and saw a text from who’s supposed to be your ‘pr stunt’? she’s wanting to hook up with you? again? jesus harry, you should know why i’m mad and upset that you’re saying you want me now. even before you said all this, right after seeing that text, i was mad because you lied to me. look, you of course didn’t have to share that you were intimate with her; but don’t make it seem as if you’re not into her at all. and making it seem like it’s the poor girl’s fault. acting as if she’s a nuisance wanting to be intimate or affectionate, cause clearly you wanted her as well.” you end your speech with a sigh, shaking your head. you take a sip of water, mouth dry from the little speech you said. you wait for him to come up with whatever amusing thing he can say to make it not sound as bad as it is.

harry’s startled. doesn’t know what to say. he saw the text when he woke up, but he told her that it wasn’t for him anymore, that he just wanted you, and it was nice in the moment, but they are after all, strictly just business buddies with a platonic friendship. she understood, she seemed a bit mad, but harry didn’t care. he just wanted to make sure there’s nothing in his way to get you back, and that those hookups he had with her were in the past. he’s going to try to fix this.

you speak up again in a calmer tone, “you didn’t care about my feelings,”

his face turns red. nerves rattling him.

“y/n i feel awful about it, know what i mean i-“

you cut him off. “you made me look really dumb, harry.” you say while lightly nodding your head in order to get him to understand.

he begins to speak again. “look i’ll be honest. i should’ve mentioned it yesterday, and m’sorry for that. i will admit, there was a physical attraction with her at the beginning of everything, and since we were broken up-“

you correct him, “are, broken up.”

his heart hurts when you say that, he nods, “yes, are broken up, i didn’t want to live with any regrets. i felt it was better to just experiment and to take advantage of being in the stunt, seeing if there’s a spark,” he takes a breath. “i would’ve regretted if i didn’t and it was better to do it at the time because i didn’t know if you would even take me back once i came home,” he keeps fidgeting with his feet under the table, nervous on what your response will be; but hopefully understanding. because you always were.

wrong. boy was he wrong.

“so..you still did it with the intention of coming back home, hoping to get back with me?” you caught him. “harry..what are you even saying?”

he gulped. fuck. this looks bad. he didn’t think things through, he thought. “look, you didn’t feel anything rushing back last night? everything that we had, and built together?” face even more red.

“yeah and then today..you slapped me across the face with a lie and embarrassed me.” you spat. “what’s wrong with you? you don’t have any respect for me.” shaking your head in disappointment. “and its such a let down considering if you hadn’t hooked up with her, i would’ve hopped right into your arms right when you said you wanted to settle.”

he regrets everything and anything right when you said those words. why did he hook up with her? god did he really think y/n was going to just be waiting around? of course he thought so. he always did. and that’s why you two were broken up.

he sighed, shaking his head as well, as he’s disappointed in himself. he was about to speak, but you beat him to it. “i’m not mad that you hooked up with her, i’m mad that you don’t have any respect for me. i’m mad about your intentions behind it. and the fact that you lied to me making it seem like olivia is the bad guy saying, ‘s’like she enjoys it!’” you repeat his words he said to last night, when he made it seem like he wasn’t into her. “and just the fact that i gave you meaningful advice because i care about you, once again, you embarrassed me. i feel dumb, harry.”

he feels dumb too.

you still didn’t let him speak, instead, you let him leave.

“something needs to change, harry. until then, please leave.” you say, getting up from the table walking hurriedly upstairs, eyes beginning to water, but you feeling satisfied that you listened to your own advice you gave to harry: stand your ground.

a/n: man really thought y/n would be waiting around for her. smh.

hope you guys enjoyed this part!! still deciding on whether to make a part 3 or not! don’t really know which way i want to go about it.

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