#hit over the head with the obsession baseball bat

[sw33t-oubliette]

we NEED to talk about tinky's human form more maybe its the tinky stan in me but his silly little choreo conveys his character so well .like . how his movement is choppier than the other lords' and how he has more fur on his costume to represent his .goat-ness just Hourgh im normal about this guy

[running-in-the-dark]

also like. I guess this is just a thing that happens like once a week now?? that I feel like absolute shit for being fucking stupid about someone (again), I mean. I could really use a break.

[servicpop]

✶ ﹑ㅤtutoring seshㅤ﹏

NOW STARRING : adrien x bottom m!reader

「ㅤNSFWㅤ」ㅤtutor sesh w/ your deliquent situationship but he can't focus on the studying, only you!

✙ warnings — parents are home , manhandling(?) , obsessive 'n a little pervy adrien , slight hair pulling , bodyworship(?) , Adrien is a little silly in this fic

notes ,, this was supposed to be short but I got carried away ^^;

Adrien had called you over to his house for a "tutoring session." For past few weeks, Adrien has been near-failing practically every single class except for gym class and whatnot. Realising he needed to improve his grades or he'll never graduate with you, he called you on one faithful evening to come over and help him study.

Obviously you complied; it was nice to see Adrien showing some sort of motivation to improve, so you changed into some casual clothes and began to walk to his house. You had prepared your laptop, pencil case, and textbooks, all ready to put in a few hours of tutoring. When you arrived at his front door, you grazed the back of your knuckles against the wood and knocked once or twice, expecting Adrien to show up with a proud smirk like he always did.

But it wasn't Adrien. When the door swung open, you saw his mother. You've only seen her once or twice but never up-close like this. The words caught in your throat as you clutched the straps of your bags, trying to find the words that never came. As if heaven answered your prayers, you saw Adrien jogging down the stairs and to the door, leaning on the door frame with his arm held above his head.

"You came," He grinned, taking the bag from your shoulders as he pulled you inside by your wrist. He helped you take off your shoes cinderella style and neatly placed them beside the doorway. He was awfully caring right now. Your hands felt crammy as you took a glance at Adrien's mother watching the two of you interact, a small blush dusted your ears while you quickly turned away. It must've looked like you were dating with the way she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, mom, we'll be in my room if you'd excuse us," Adrien flashed a toothy smile at his mother before snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you to his side. As he walked you up the stairs, Adrien found an opportunity to tease you, "You nervous meeting my mom?" He asked, squeezing your sides playfully. You shoot him an unamused gaze and he lets out a hearty chuckle from that. Adrien's hand wrapped around his gold doorknob, twisting it before he halted for a second. "Uh, wait here for a second, I gotta clean up my room," he didn't even wait for a response before slipping into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.

"Shit," Adrien muttered under his breath as he quickly shoved the polaroids and photos of you from his desk and into his drawer. He couldn't let you see how god damn obsessed he was about you. He couldn't let you see the photos of yourself stained with a white sheen, no, he wouldn't want to scare you off.

Adrien finally emerged from his room, pushing the door wide open for you to come in with a smile. You didn't question it. As you walked in, you were instantly hit with the scent of his cologne and natural musk. It wasn't a strong enough scent to burn your nose but it would still take you awhile to get used to it. Besides the scent, Adrien's bedroom was relatively clean for a guy who was titled 'the school deliquent.' He had a few sports posters plastered on the walls and his shelf had a few trophies from his childhood. You spotted the baseball bat leaned up against the wall alongside with the volleyball and basketball resting next to eachother. Adrien was sure athletic.

As you two sat down beside your desk, you pulled out all the equipment needed for studying and turned to Adrien, "What do you wanna study?" You asked him and got a small shrug in response. Well, why not start with biology since you conveniently happen to have a textbook that covered the subject.

Around 30 minutes pasted and you were diligently teaching him about human anatomy, glancing over to see him nodding once or twice. You thought it was going well but Adrien on the other hand... He was too focused on the way your hands glided against the pages, tapping the pen against the paper rhythmically, and how your eyes fluttered to him ever so often. Shit, he was horny as hell right now. Just the thought of those hands intertwining with his as he fucks the intelligence out of you is enough to get his blood pumping to the wrong places.

"Adrien? Are you listening?" Your voice snaps him out of his twisted fantasies and he leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping down to a whisper, "You know, I'm a hands-on, visual learner..." That shit-eating grin spread across his face as Adrien pat his lap enticingly, trying to draw your attention to the print in his sweatpants. But knowing you, you wouldn't give in so easily — you were called here to tutor him, not anything else.

"Just answer one more question and I'll—" Before you could even finish your sentence, Adrien's arms wrapped around your waist and he hoisted you up from the chair, practically slinging you over his shoulder. His forearms flexed around you, making sure you didn't fall before placing you on his bed, the mattress dipped from the sudden weight. "Try to be quiet 'kay? My parents are home," He nipped at the shell of your ear before hastily undoing your belt and sliding your pants off. Did he care that his parents could come in at any moment? No, but it was much more exciting to see you try and keep quiet.

"Can we kiss?" Adrien's voice was almost whiny, his eyelashes batted at you innocently — even though he was far from innocent. Nonetheless, you didn't respond, you've set certain boundaries that prevented you and him from getting attached (even though you may or may not have broken it a couple of times). "No," it was a simple, sharp answer that Adrien grumbled at. He understood where you were coming from, he was a bad influence and you were this goody-two-shoes. But he couldn't deny the part of him that wanted something more than just meaningless flings. He huffed, murmuring a small, "How can I study the muscles of a tongue then?"

Scooping you up back into his arms, Adrien ignored your small protests and shifted your position so that your stomach would lay flat against his bed. His hands met the back of yours, pinning you down as he slotted each of his fingers in the spaces between yours. "What happened to studying, Adrien?" Your scolds were muffled by Adrien's pillow and seemed to fall short of his ears. As he held you down, he grinded his hips against your ass, groaning softly from the pure excitement he felt. It had been a few months since he was about to get his hands on you, your pictures just wasn't as good as the real thing.

"Calvin klein hm?" Adrien chuckled softly, trailing his hands from the back of your palm, to your shoulders, down your spine, and to the waistband of your boxers, "Next time don't wear anything." His fingers hooked the elastic before pulling it down and off your legs. You couldn't see what he was doing from your position, and every touch made your skin jump, he was so unpredictable. His fingers traced the curve of your ass before spreading them apart to see your hole. "This is the anus right?" He asked, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"—Yes," you hesitated to answer him, he was obviously playing games with you, but there was no harm in humoring him. You heard the faint rustling of clothes before you felt something prod at your entrance. You sucked in through your teeth, was he seriously going to do this with no lube? "Sorry, don't got any on me right now." It was like he read your mind and instead dipped his head down to lick a stripe over your hole. It tickled, and your body naturally jerked away from it before he grabbed your hips and held them down one more. Weirdo.

He shuffled behind you, placing two knees on either side of your legs and his fingers angled your hips a little bit up. The slight burn of Adrien pushing into you made your fingers curl around his pillow, gripping it like your life depended on it. He slowly pushed in, filling you up until his hips met your ass. Even if your skin was flushed against his, Adrien pushed impossibly deeper inside of you until he could feel his tip press against your prostate. His hands tightened around your waist, stopping you from squirming and forcing you to take it.

"Is this your prostate?" He asked, his voice slightly trembled from the pleasure that coursed his veins, he was trying so hard to control himself. This time you ignore him, you know well that he knew. From the lack of a response, Adrien let out a breathy laugh before he finally decided to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming into you. Your eyes flew open and your knuckles grew pale from how hard you were holding onto his pillow, your whines were muffled quite well, thankfully.

Adrien groaned ruggedly as he pounded you into his bed, the headboard knocked on his wall with every thrust. "You're being so quiet," He chuckled, reaching a hand out to ruffle your hair affectionate before moving to grab your hand. You couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic enough with the way he kept slamming into you like it was a punishment. Everytime he pulled out, he cooed at the way your hole would suck him back in like it missed him. "Fuck, I just can't with you," He let out a shaky breath as he rolled his hips against you, pushing further and further, trying to reach places he couldn't before.

He was reaching so deep that tears began to blur your vision, everything felt so overwhelming but numb at the same time. He leaned down to press kisses on your knuckles as he held your hand tightly under his own. His hips were relentless, slapping against yours, you were sure he'd leave your bruised and sore tomorrow. It was like he completely forgot they weren't alone in his house. In fact, Adrien's fingers moved from your hand to your hair, threading them through each strand and grabbing a handful, tugging it gently so your head would lift from the pillow.

"Kiss?" He asked once more, his lips already ghosting over yours. At this point you didn't care, all you could feel was how Adrien was throbbing inside you and how your dick rubbed against his white sheets with every thrust. "Fine," you exhale and he took the opportunity almost immediately, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss as he pulled your hair back for more access. His tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth while simultaneously keeping your moans contained.

The dim lighting, the way your eyes fluttered and threatened to roll back, his dick pulsing inside you, it was all too much for his perverted brain. "Gonna cum," he muttered against your lips, biting on your bottom lip. He his hands return to your hips and his head falls over your shoulder. You could feel your own orgasm building up as your body started to squirm, you cock growing sensitive from the constant rubbing against Adrien's sheets. Adrien paused his thrusting just to pull out completely and shove himself back in, causing a loud whine rip from your throat and you body jolting.

Your cum splattered across the bed as Adrien smiled against your shoulder, keeping you from squirming as he came inside you, filling you with his semen. With a few more wet thrusts, Adrien finally stilled, watching as his own cum bubbled around his dick as he nestled deep inside you. "We should do this again, hm? Next time we can study our chemistry," his arms snaked up your body to wrap them around your shoulders, capturing you in a bear hug as he looked up at you with a goofy smile.

"What's with you and being so corny?" You groan, pushing his face away from you.

a/n: i luv adrien sosososo much ... wish he real ,, also not sure if he was a bit ooc here ,, a bit sillier than usual but I hope you guys like it ♡

[86espresso]

obsessed jack mature [1k]

hitting you with all the ‘w’ questions whenever you get up from your spot and leave his side cold and empty.

“where are you going?”

“bathroom”

“why?”

“because? I need- to go-” pointing down there to emphasize

“when will you be back?”

he’s putting his face in the crook of your neck too often in front of audiences, mumbling about how much he loves you.

of course, your face burns with the amounts of affection he throws at you and you reciprocate because who doesn’t want a man thats wholly dedicated to them.

he can’t help but buy whatever you set your eyes on a little too long.

he’s always bending down to strap and unstrap your shoes.

always drinks from his second favorite mug- his favorite goes to you. you never thought it was weird, you would do the same for him if you had a favorite or second favorite something.

always keeping his hand in your back pocket while wandering through a crowd. his brothers and friends give him shit because you def walk him like a dog.

calling you in the middle of girls night, rutting his sweatpants against your bed and rasping out that he needs you. waiting for you to get home and punish him for ‘ruining’ your plans knowing full well that, to you, there’s no pleasure greater than watching your boyfriend fall apart in your hands.

him pointing at you after every goal he scores as if you did it.

carries you up all and every stairs because he can. no one bats an eye at your antics anymore because you were basically best friends that spend way too much time with each-other.

treats you like a princess / fucks you like a whore type guy. (need)

up awake wondering what you’re doing while he’s on roadies. he’s usually less bright during these because you aren’t there to greet him after good or bad games.

roadies are hard for you too, because jack spoils your so much that you forget basic things like opening doors for yourself and carrying in the groceries. you’re more on the clumsy side, so jack isn’t there to save you when you take a tumble and break your wrist. he’s on the first flight back home and goes straight to you in the ER, pale and flushed with worry even after you reassure him that you’re okay. he steps around you carefully for a few days after that, making sure you have everything you need.

it’s embarrassing how co-dependent you both are, but it’s another point that solidifies that you’re in it for the long run.

literally gets lost in your kisses. pulls you closer and closer til he cant and tilts his head to get better angles at drowning in you. loves the way your cup his face during the soft ones and melts every time you sigh in between them. loves how perfectly your lips slot against his. you love his adorable giggles when you’re smacking your stained lips all over his face.

would pass up a night with the boys in a heartbeat if you even hinted that you wanted him to stay.

knows you’re cold all the time so uses that as an excuse to remain attached to you as much as he can.

takes his baseball cap off his head and puts it on yours whenever he sees you.

never misses any of your important events. he always puts emphasis on how your career is as important as his.

posts you on his insta in obvious and subtle ways. sometimes it’s you entirely, other times it’s your shoulder in the corner of the picture, just barely showing the ‘86’ tattoo there. twitter went crazy when he posted pictures of you in your wag jacket right before the playoffs. one picture of your back turned, showing his name, and another with your front where the jacket is open and you’re wearing shades and a black tube top.

“you’re so pretty” and you’re in a fucked out state with your hair clinging to your face and neck, breathing erratic.

knows exactly what type of sex you want and when, and never fails to deliver. sometimes it’s fun and messy, teeth clashing, laughing when his head hits the wall. sometimes it’s hot and rough, edging you to tears and not holding back. sometimes the roles are reversed. sometimes he’s slow with you and takes his time showing your body love.

makes sure that his gifts to you are more thoughtful than expensive because he knows that thats what you prefer.

is absolutely terrified of tattoos but gets one for you anyway.

he would live between your tits forever if he could.

you can’t help the way your uterus explodes when he holds quinn’s son in his hands. he’s just so tiny in Jack’s arms and you would jump him then and there if there wasn’t a quietly sobbing quinn on your shoulder and his passed out wife beside you.

sends you pictures of different things from the store, wanting to buy what you prefer.

never takes off the necklace you gifted him.

you’re more of a hygiene-freak and he’s more of a neat-freak so he leaves the cleaning to you and you leave the laundry to him.

there’s so much unspoken love between you two, physical touch and acts of service are as important as the words you say to each other.

you put a hand to your heart whenever he catches your eyes during a game, so he knows that he has your full support no matter what.

you love nothing more than wrapping your hand around his throat while teasing him other than him doing the same to you.

wears your perfume and leaves your lipstick stains on his neck as they are.

watches you do everyday things with the most lovesick expressions, he’s actually obsessed.

like, people would make fun of him being so enamored by you but he would wear it like a crown.

[theoceansluvr]

Baseball Player! Percy Jackson x Reader

warnings; none ! author's notes; oooo how i love baseball player Percy headcanons.. i eat up every single moodboard people make of him it's insane !!! watched an entire Yankees game while writing this too sooo.. (Juan Soto come home the kids miss you😞)

behind the lovely Sally Jackson herself, you're his biggest fan !!

there's nobody louder than you two cheering Percy's name

he gives you his training jersey because of course he does.

this man's ego inflates tenfold whenever you wear it too

especially if it's a jersey with his last name on it too

he's has a million thoughts going through his head about everything ever

in his defense, you look really good with a big 03 on your back so he's not complaining !

you know how players like.. run the top of the bat over the sand ?(i can't explain this but y'all know what i mean)

well he does your initial

nobody really questions it either

he does it in games, in practice, everything

watches every single Yankees game(me too)

he actually daydreams about playing for them it's kinda cute

he's a die hard New Yorker what can i say ?

you could start dating him not even caring about baseball and 3 months in you know almost all the rules and top players

he's a bit of a yapper-

anyways !

he brings you to the batting cage with him

mainly because he's a show off but also because he wants to teach you how to play !

of course he won't force you

but that dorky smile on his face when he sees you try is well worth the terror of getting hit in the face

good luck kisses good luck kisses good luck kisses good luck kisses good lu-

you get the point

also kisses for winning or losing

usually winning because he's an absolute UNIT on his team

has you initials embroidered onto his hat im afraid

likes pitching but is an insane hitter

jack of all trades if you will

if you won't that's alright too

you make him those really cool gift boxes

you made one for him after his last game of the season and he actually cried

he never takes off/gets rid of whatever you gave him

plus you bring snacks so his team is obsessed with you

they ask more about you than they do Percy i'm not even kiddin'

uhhh possibly, maybe is on his best performance all the time but ESPECIALLY when you come to his games + practices

his coach literally encourages you to come because of this fact

calls you his lucky charm

"Everytime you come, we always win !" as if he doesn't always play well

which you explained to him, to which he brushed off and ignored

".. You're initials on my hat helped ?"

he's trying okay ?

the first time you took him to an actual MLB game he lost it

peppered you and kisses and couldn't sit still the whole time

he was the loudest one in the stadium i can tell you that much !

would also FREAK if he got his bat signed by his favorite player

who that may be is entirely up to y'all

i feel like he follows the necklace tradition so he wears a little locket that has a picture of you two in it

you are the only person that can touch his bat

he considers it bad luck for anybody else except you

that's all of my long windedness for tonight im afraid loves🗣️

i love you baseball and i love you more Percy Jackson !!

[devoutekuna]

An obsessive baby

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

A/N- Because I watch ultraman: rising <3

Sukuna-

Despite how many times he says he hates children, people alone. He'd never actually hated her, she was so clingy towards him, making it clear who she preferred out for you two. Leaving the house to get some food, left his daughter alone with you for only a few hours, yet they would be a nightmare, refusing to eat. Crying every second without a picture of her father or a comfort toy. "Daddy!" Running up to him with tears into her eyes, hands gripping onto his clothes in the hopes he'd hold her. "She missed you all day Ryo'" motioning towards your baby girl. "I can tell" picking up the girl to stop her cries, normally he wasn't the type to comfort someone, but when it came to his daughter, he'd do it anyday.

Nanami-

"Please don't leave me daddy" watching the man as he put on his shoes, she had hidden his tie in hopes that her father wouldn't go to work so that he could play with her, but he was always prepared, having an extra all the time. "I've got work sweetheart." Tying up his shoelace. "But you said you'd play with me!" The duo had been up all night playing with her ducks, he was exhausted and wanted to head back to sleep, yet he had work. "We played at breakfast". Stomping her feet on the ground. "How about you go play with mummy?" Pointing towards you in the kitchen, fortunately she looked away giving him the time to escape through the front door.

Geto-

Suguru's daughter adores her father more than anything, despite carrying her for 9 months, she pained no mind to you, always rushing towards her father whenever he was in eyeshot. Pools filling in her eyes as your husband walked towards the kitchen. He had just been with the little girl for the past 45 minutes, he was tired and wanted something to eat, yet his daughter was crawling towards him, desperately trying to grasp onto him. "I'm not far baby" kissing her forehead as she held onto him, trying to get herself into the midst of his layered clothes. "Can you hold her babe?" Pushing the girl off him and towards you. "She'll keep on crying Suguru" picking the baby up only for her to cry even more.

Gojo-

"Another game!" Hitting the man with the wooden baseball bat. "Another game!" Repeating the same two words towards his father, somehow he had exhausted his father with playing baseball, despite him only throwing the ball. "I've got to go do something!" Running Infront of the man. "No, come play with me!" He was about as stubborn and rebellious as him. "I've got work" he was Satoru Gojo for goodness sake, he could skip anyday of work. "You promised!" Hitting the man with the bat, unfortunately he was caught off guard and couldn't activate his infinity in time, hitting his slender legs, bound to cause a bruise. "Stay!" Holding onto the man's leg.

Toji-

Toji slept anywhere, he preferred sleeping on the rug despite the bed or sofa being right there. Somehow he found out that his daughter's rug would be the best to sleep on, resulting in the man in her bedroom, practically taking up the full floor, fortunately his daughter didn't mind, joining the man on the floor as she laid ontop of him, in the hopes to get into his embrace since he was too big to walk around. "No!" Kicking and screaming as you tried to pick her up to give her some space. Kicking the man. "Get up Toji" he was a light sleeper fortunately so he woke up almost immediately. "Put me down" "no because you should be in bed, not trying to sit on your father." Kissing your teeth at both of them, kicking the ,and again. "Ow! I'm up lady" rolling over to face you. "Daddy!" Pushing out of your embrace to get into her father's.

[thepastdied]

Do You Feel It? p.1

eddie munson x reader

Part 2 <-

Warnings: blood, violence, knives, sexy stuff

In short, Eddie is obsessed with you and breaks into your house. He's not very nice.

It's a stormy night and you're home alone.

You stand in front of a glass sliding door that leads outside to your back porch. It's summer, yet you shiver as your eyes remain locked on Eddie's. Your legs are barely able to keep you up as you shift your weight from one foot to the other - your mind racing at an alarming speed. Both of your hands are gripping the handle of a baseball bat that is pointed to the man who stands directly in front of you behind the glass. It was the closest thing to a weapon within arms reach, and you were so terrified that anything would do.

You hiccuped as a sob spilled from your lips which were tainted red with his blood. The air felt cold on your skin, the new tears keeping your cheeks wet. Your lips quivered as you croaked out pleas.

Eddie harshly bangs his fist on the glass, thick rings scratching against the surface, demanding for you to let him in. He too has a weapon of his own; a broken beer bottle that he had fixed himself. Your eyes can't help but flick over to it, fully aware of what more damage it could do to you.

"I won't hurt you, I swear." He puts his hands up in mock surrender, sticking his tongue out to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth. He smiled sickeningly, though if you didn't know any better it would seem almost sweet.

In the course of the past 30 minutes..

You had become a complete mess.

Your top stretched out and hanging loosly on your skin (and in some areas torn), hair pulled out from your braid it was previously in, and a mixture of yours, and his, blood in various places on your skin.

Previously

He had broken into your house while you slept, scaring the life out of you as you heard toiletries fall from the bathroom. It could have been your cat, you quickly thought, but just as fast realized it's not possible because he was currently laying right beside you and just as curious about the noise as you were. You glanced at the clock. It was 2:17am.

Your breath caught in your throat as you heard a more dense thump and a mumbled "Shit-", positive that it was someone coming into your home. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as your body broke out in goosebumps. Your head felt light, vision not fully focused, and your breathing stilled. You could hear your blood swooshing in your ears.

There is always a steak knife hidden between your mattress and box spring- just something you put there to feel safer after watching a horror movie with your friends as a young teen. You slid off your mattress, entire body buzzing with fear as you crouch down and feel for the knife. Tears well up in your eyes as you take a deep breath. Your bedroom door is wide open, and you certainly can't run to your parents' to get to the phone.

Just as you were going to pick up your cat and hide under the bed, you heard a sharp tap on the wall directly next to your doorway. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth with a shaking hand and slid behind your door, sinking down to your knees and hugging them to your chest. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage so hard that you are sure the intruder could hear it.

You peered through the crack of the door hinge. There was no one, which scared you even more. There was a tap again, followed by a loud scrape.

Right on the door.

"Hey..." The man whispered, his face coming into view where you peered out.

You choked out a loud gasp and fell backwards, the knife you were holding scraping your palm as your back hit the floor.

"Oh, shit- I didn't mean to scare you." He shook his head as he lighly laughed and placed a hand on his cheek, eyes wide in mock concern at your reaction. It quickly faded into an emotionless stare- tongue in cheek, hand roughly falling to his side (as if you're wasting his time) and his other tightening around a broken beer bottle.

He reeked of beer.

You immediately whipped around to run to the hallway though he was faster at roughly grabbing you by the back of your shirt and pulling you back. He had no mask on, clearly not trying to hide his identity.

And you knew exactly who he was: Eddie Munson, the silly boy from History.

He grunted and mumbled profanities as he wrestled you to the floor.

"Jesus! Calm down, will you?" He gritted his teeth as his grip on your forearms tightened.

You stilled and looked into his eyes, waiting for any sort of explanation as to why he broke into your home and attacked you.

Eddie sighed and gave you a lazy smile.

"Wow.. you're even more beautiful up close." His tongue quickly wets his bottom lip.

He leaned down, his fluffy curls draping around his head and brushing against your cheeks. His eyes darked, narrowing as you flinched your head away from him. His breath fanned across your face as he leaned in.

"Do you feel it too? That spark when we first spoke.. I complimented you in that cute little sun dress, and you blushed. I got shivers when you looked into my eyes, did you?" Eddie's pupils were blown wide as his eyes danced across your face, deeply inhaling through his nose.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your mind was blank. You didn't realize you were crying until you felt tears running down your cheeks and to your neck. Of course you remember the first time you met. The air had been sucked out of your lungs in that moment; he was so handsome and pretty that you were paralyzed. You've talked several times after that during your history class.

"Do. you. remember?" He cleared his throat to get your attention and tightened his grip.

"Y-yes. Yes, I remember." Your voice cracked.

He hummed, a sign you supposed meant he was satisfied with the answer.

"Ya know, I've never felt that before." A hand released one of your arms and moved to your cheek, a soft thumb wiping away a tear.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you today. After you bent down to pick up my Hellfire notebook I dropped. Shit- I got so hard. Your tits were about to fall out of your top." He chuckled, eyes crinkling in the cute way they do, and shamelessly moved his eyes to your chest.

"I guess you could say it's made me a teensy bit crazy. Just thinking about what you'd look like under me.." Eddie's hand splayed across your throat, thumb smoothing over your skin.

"I'm just sayin', I'm not into that rape shit. Wouldn't want to waste my vi.. whatever. I won't do anything until you want me to. I'll wait." He smirked as if he were confident he would be able to do so.

Why did he have to pursue you this way? He could have asked you out like a normal person. He was fucking insane to think that you'd give yourself to him after he broke into your home and tackled you to the floor.

"Why the fuck would I want you to touch me?" You spat at him, some fear draining from your blood and quickly being replaced with anger.

"You broke into my house, Eddie!" You started to flail your legs and, to no avail, tried to writhe out from underneath him.

He scoffed and clenched his teeth.

"Why do you have to be such a bitch, y/n!? Can't even give me a chance, huh? Is it because I'm a freak?" His eyes were wide as he yelled in your face, face becoming red as he got more pissed.

You flinched away and squeezed your eyes shut, violently shaking your head. There is something wrong with him. He isn't making any sense.

"I heard you talking to Robin. Your parents won't be home all weekend, so we have plenty of time, sweetheart." Fuck. You mentally slapped yourself for even talking about that in public, it's a death wish if the wrong person is listening in. What he doesn't know is Robin will be over in the early afternoon.

His head dipped into your neck where he planted a sloppy kiss before trailing them up to ghost over your lips.

Panic spread throughout your body and you flung your head forward, your head smashing his mouth. He instantly let go of your other hand and falls onto his back, wiping the pool of blood from his lips. His eyes narrowed as you scurried away from him, nostrils flaring while he lunged forward to grab your ankle.

Fortunately, you were faster. And you ran as fast as you could down the stairs and toward your front door, Eddie hot on your heels. You barely managed to grab the door handle before he grabbed you by your hair, a shriek loudly echoing through your house.

"So you're just going to play hard to get then. That's fine. I like the chase. It's soo exciting." His fingers were tightly woven in your hair, back pressed firmly against his torso as he held your head against his shoulder.

"You planned this, didn't you? You got some sick, possessive crush on me and decided I was your target." You whispered. There is no getting out of this, and you have come to that hard realization. You feel hopeless.

"Bingo, pretty girl. I wouldn't call you a target though, hun, you're more special than that. I don't plan on hurting you. Just some fun, yeah?" He untangled his fingers from your hair and wrapped both arms around your waist, pinning your arms against your body.

His face settled on your shoulder and he gently swayed you back and forth, humming contently as if you're some happy couple slow dancing at prom. If only that were true. A loud clap of thunder causes you to flinch while Eddie hushes you.

You felt a dull ache in your leg soon followed by a sharp pain. You hiss as you try to take your balance off of it. Eddie's arms hold you more securely as he moved his head to look down. There was a long gash along the outside of your thigh where heavy blood was spilling from. You sharply inhaled and began to cry as the adrenaline wore off, the pain finally settling in.

"S-shit! When did that.. I- I didn't-". Eddie gulped as you went limp in his hold and slid to the floor.

You felt weak and couldn't run no matter how much you wanted to. You must have scraped against his beer bottle in the process of getting away from him. Your back was now against your front door as Eddie ripped the sleeve off his red plaid overshirt and began to tie it around your thigh.

You stared at him blankly. You wanted to kill him. For talking to you that day. For having a crush on him. For thinking that you'd date some day. For letting him deceive you. There was panic in his eyes as he examined the rest of your body. He mumbled apologies as he secured the knot.

"I said I wouldn't hurt you.. I didn't know that happened-" He started.

"Get the fuck away from me." You hissed at him and kicked him harshly with your unwounded leg. Your voice was low, but strong. "If you leave now, I'll never speak of this to anyone."

You couldn't even cry anymore. You were just exhausted and in shock that you were even in this situation.

He winced as your foot collided with his hip. Those big dark eyes snapped to yours and in less than a second the concern and panic was gone. The bastard smirked.

"Thanks for pulling me down from that cloud, almost got all soft." He sighed loudly as he stood up, pushing himself up by slapping his hands over his knees. He stretched his arms over his head and groaned. You glanced at his exposed skin and quickly looked away. Eddie tipped his head to the side and stared into space in deep thought. There was an awkward silence for a moment before he snapped causing you to jump and hold your chest.

"Hah! In my van, fuck, I forgot the weed in my van. Be right back, honey." He walked over to your console table and grabbed the keys. He turned his head toward you as he twirled the keys around his finger and pocketed them.

You waited for him to walk out the back before turning the lock on the door behind you and moving quickly to the dining room. He left the glass sliding door open, his truck just at the bottom of the porch. Just as you appeared he was shutting his van door and staring back at you. You slammed the glass door shut so fast that you thought it would break, and he casually walked up to the other side just as you locked it. The rain was loud and coming down hard. He seemed unbothered. You quickly grabbed the baseball bat that sat next to door frame. It's better than nothing.

Eddie shook his head at you and his shoulders shook as he laughed in a way that said 'dumb bitch'. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys.

"Please.. no." You held onto the lock latch for extra security. You began to sob, and you're not sure why now. Maybe it's because you have a sliver of hope now since he was no longer in the house.

His brows furrowed as he examined the keys, rain splattering around him. You saw his adams apple bob as he gulped and looked between you and the keys a few times.

"Jesus Christ! FUCK!" He snapped into a fit, punching the glass hard before grabbing the handle and roughly pulling at it over and over. The keys on the table were car keys, which you had already known. The smile you gave him made him still his deperate attempt to open the door and roll his shoulders, stretching his neck from side to side.

Present

"I won't hurt you, I swear." He puts his hands up in mock surrender, sticking his tongue out to lick the blood from the corner of his mouth. He smiled sickeningly, though if you didn't know any better it would seem almost sweet.

You were shaking as you tried to think of what to do. The phone, there's only two: one in your parents' room, one in the living room. But what if you let Eddie out of your sight? He could run anywhere.

You were pulled out of your head due to the sound of him running down the porch steps. You moved forward and pressed your head to the glass in panic as you watched him grab a large rock from the garden. No... no no no no.

The hard thump of the rock being dropped on the wooden floor of the porch could be felt where you were standing. He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth, blood still profusely coming out, and pointed to the rock with the broken bottle he still held.

"That-" His head was turned fully toward you, only a couple feet away and separated just by the glass.

"- is going through this fucking door if you don't be a good girl and open it for me." He lightly tapped the glass in front of your face with the bottle. So lightly that you could barely hear it, that made it more creepy- the gentleness.

It was quiet for second until his voice boomed against the door.

"Did you hear me?!" He shook his wet hair back and forth, curls sticking to his face.

You remained silent, fully aware that it only pissed him off more. You couldn't speak anyway, your throat was hoarse and sore from crying.

Eddie spit at the glass directly in front of you, a huge splatter of blood covering your view of his face. He leaned forward and his laugh vibrated against the glass as he licked it, smearing the blood around. You cringed as you watched his tongue glide over the crimson liquid and glass, suddenly feeling heat at your core when he moaned.

You swallowed thickly, refusing to acknowledge the burning in your body. The ache in your leg wasn't worth your attention anymore.

You were pulled from your daze as he lifted his arm, pointer finger moving over his blood canvas and drawing a simple heart. He gave you a tongue-in-cheek seductive grin.

"For you, baby." He tapped next to the simple drawing.

Your heart skipped a beat as he stepped to the side, blood painting no longer obscuring your view, and wiped his mouth with his arm. The bleeding seemed to slow down. Not that you cared.

His breath was hot on the glass as he breathed on it, puffs of fog forming while his forehead pressed against the warm surface as his big, pleading, pretty brown eyes looked at you. A lovesick puppy.

You looked him over. The rain matted down his usually crazy hair making his curls more defined. The remaining blood on his mouth was mixing with the heavy rain and dripping down his chin, disappearing under the collar of his black Megadeth shirt. He had a bruise on his right eyebrow, which was probably from his fall in the bathroom. His big eyes were blinking at you, suddenly patient compared to just moments ago. He involuntarily shivered as a gust of wind hit him, though he seemed to not even notice.

This whole situation is fucked up.

You put your face closer and continued to examine him as if he were a zoo animal. His brows twitched in confusion, though he remained still so as not to scare you away. His sardonic grin was gone, and you hoped it wouldn't come back. You didn't trust him, still. But maybe if you did as he asked, this would just blow over. Then again, he is being a sadistic fuck. But being separated by the glass made you feel more safe.. making you realize how much it turns you on.

A war was waging in your head.

You hiccuped as your crying slowed, using the collar of your oversized night shirt to wipe your tears. You took a deep breath and puffed your cheeks out as you exhaled. You probably looked gross. Not that you cared what he thought.

You nibbled on your bottom lip and were unable to meet his eyes. He was so close that you can see his light freckles, eyelashes, the perfect curve of his nose and that jawline- God, that soft jawline. You moved away from the door quickly and walked to the kitchen to grab a butchers knife. Eddie tensed and moved along the door so he could keep his eyes on you. He relaxed, a bit, when you approached him again. You sniffled and held up the knife, the bat laying on the dining table just behind you.

"You're going to trash that bottle- and anything else that would be considered a weapon." You stood firmly as you tilted your head up to look him dead in the eyes.

His mouth was hanging slightly open, some rain water dripping from his bottom lip. You watched them fall, and he noticed. Lightning flashes. His lips turn up.

Without even looking, eyes locked onto yours, he blindly whipped the bottle into the wooded area off your porch. He put both hands up, fingers spread wide and wiggling, eyes half lidded while the corner of his mouth twitched up.

"Pockets." You point to his hip, and he quickly turns his pockets inside out before stuffing them back in.

"Let's start over, sweetheart." His chest puffed out as he ran his fingers through his hair and fixed his t-shirt that had been untucked from his jeans, fingers then clasping behind his back while he rocked back and forth in an 'I'm waiting' motion. His shirt was stuck to his skin, wet and heavy, and you could see his broad chest. Sweetheart.. you liked that. When your eyes met his, he suppressed a laugh.

You blushed so hard that your tears probably evaporated from the heat. He caught you gawking.

You gave him a once over and looked down at yourself. You were in a huge oversized shirt that went mid thigh, nighttime bra, and lacy underwear. You considered going to change, but Eddie knocks on the glass, decently, and startles you.

"Sweetheart...?" His palms were on the window now, one moving to draw smaller hearts around the larger one he doodled on his blood painting. "Throbbing for you... and I don't just mean my heart." His head falls back as he laughs at himself.

Wow, very funny. You bite the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to have no reaction as you were reminded of why this is so fucked up. You slammed the knife onto the table and turned your back to him, ignoring his pissy groaning. You closed your eyes and blocked him out to give yourself a moment to think. You can't make sense of any of this.

You attempted to run your fingers through your hair but winced as it got caught in knots. Thanks, Eddie. You pulled out the hairtie and pulled it back into a messy bun, hair no longer crazy around your head. A loud clap of thunder makes you spin around.

You turned toward him to find his head bowed down, hands still splayed across the glass near his head. He sees your feet appear and glances up, eyes so lustful it makes you shiver.

"Lace? I totally expected that from you.." Eddie slides down to his knees, wet hands squeaking against the glass. "Fuck.." He shamelessly bows his head to peak under your shirt. You kick the door, which gains no reaction from him, and step back. You should feel gross, but you don't. Maybe you put your hair up on purpose, knowing your shirt would ride up. He looked tortured. Not that you cared.

You smirk and nervously bite your lip as you grab the ends of your shirt and slide it up, stopping just before where your panties are visible. He perks up and presses into the glass, mumbling pathetic pleas as he stands up and grabs the door handle. His teeth grit as you contain a laugh, your hand covering your mouth. You stand in front of him, your hand on the latch. You feel yourself throbbing. You're sick and twisted.

Moving to your toes, your lips almost touch the glass, his just on the other side.

"Want me to open it?" You mouth.

The rain is suddenly so loud, the wind howling, and another flash of lighting.

He purses his lips and raises his eyebrows. "If you don't, I will." His head motions toward the large rock still sitting near him.

You pretend to be unbothered by that as you turn and pick up the knife before slowly unlatching the door. His eyes are wide in shock and he doesn't move as you slide it open and stand before him. You are both silent.

You raise the knife to his chest, hand slightly shaking now that there is nothing preventing him from launching at you.

"Be..have.." You try to confidently look into his eyes. "I mean it. Behave. Or I'll fucking cut you." You wiggle the knife.

He wordlessly walks you back into the dining room, his arm sliding the door shut.

"I'll behave if you behave." He jests as he makes his way toward the staircase, to your room.

"H-hey! Where the hell do you think you're going?!" You attempt to catch up to him, but a pain shoots through your leg again. You'd forgotten about your wound, too busy being turned on.

You slowly wobble over to the stairs and hop up, careful not to cut yourself on the knife you currently had, and lay at the top of the carpeted stairs to rest your pounding heart.

The floor creaked as Eddie exited your room with a towel around his shoulders. You quirked up an eyebrow and shimmied away from him, hand coming up and pointing the knife in his direction.

"Back the fuck up, Munson." You hiss at him.

He scoffs and ignores your threat completely as his eyes scrape your exposed thighs, a cold hand resting on your ankle and moving up your leg.

You breathe in and feel tingles spread along your skin. Your eyes watch him before kicking him in the shoulder when his fingers graze your inner thigh. He swears and holds his shoulder for a second before leaning forward and running his lips along your shin.

Persistent. Very persistent.

You liked it.

You want him to keep going. But this is so, so wrong. Robin will be here in the late morning, you just have to hold off until then.

You were about to smack the back of Eddie's head until he placed a messy, loud open mouthed kiss just above your knee- moaning as he lightly bit down on the flesh and licked over it. The same way he did to the glass.

The knife fell from your hand and your fingers balled up into fists. A moan bubbled in your throat and your toes curled as his hair tickled your thigh while his kisses moved upward.

Eddie stilled and looked up at you.

"Fuck, baby. Now we're talking."

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Part 2

[drefear]

Hail to the King

Chapter 1: The Spider Man

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the head of the biggest mafia family in Nueva York, scaring almost all of its citizens. Except you. And that’s exactly what he needs.

TW: smut, oral (m receiving) cursing, Miguel is a bit of a creep and a dick.

You stood outside the restaurant for a moment, staring at the dark night sky.

What just happened?!

Tears fill your eyes, threatening to spill over as you grind your teeth for a moment, practicing self control over your overwhelming upset and hurt. Was that even legal?

You sniffled and balled your fists. Fuck this guy, with his expensive looking suit and obvious God Complex.

You muttered obscenities as you walked home, not getting in the car and waiting like he ordered you to. Fucking ordered!

Two blocks down and you sighed, getting to the subway and finding a train to take you to your apartment, located in a less-than-safe part of Nueva York. But you didn’t care, you could take care of yourself.

Eyes tired from holding back your need to cry, you walked up a few flights of stairs to your floor, you convinced yourself it was good exercise. Twisting your key in the somewhat broken lock, you pushed into your doorway and slammed it shut behind you with the deadbolt.

That’s when the dam broke and the water works started. You’d gotten so lucky with such a great job, and now some power-drunk prick with a nice face ruined it without a solid reason.

He didn’t like you, so he decided to hire you? What backwards bullshit was that?

Not bothering to take your makeup off, you pulled off your clothing and slumped into bed with no plans of doing anything tomorrow morning. It was going to be a day to process and plan your next move.

Loud banging on your door made you fall out of bed, practically jumping out of your skin as the sudden thunderous sound was terrifying without warning. Grabbing your baseball bat from your coat closet, you tugged your hair into a messy bun and swung the door open.

“You’re late.” The big guy from last night? “And you apparently don’t answer your phone either.” His voice was unamused, blunt, and you didn’t care for it.

“How the fuck did you-“ you yelled, then remembering that apparently he was close to Peter, who had all of your information from hiring you. “You’re a sick fuck, now you’re stalking me?”

“Watch it, I’ll fire you.”

“I don’t wanna work for you, now leave!” You screamed and moved to slam the door, only to be stopped by a large hand holding it back. Miguel opened the door with a swift push and you stumbled backwards, caught off guard and off balance from his strength. It was like he was barely moving a cup, not even moving a muscle.

“I’ve decided that you’re going to work for me, and I always get what I want.” He spoke, stepping inside of your small apartment. “Now get dressed, so you can get to work.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spit back at him with venom you didn’t know you hate. You hated him. “Go find some other girl to obsess over and creep out.” You continued and swung the bat, him catching the wood and staring down at you.

“Obey me and I’ll reward you generously.”

“I’m not your dog, I don’t need to ‘obey’ you!” You groaned out as you yanked the bat backwards.

“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year plus bonuses when you complete certain tasks.” He spoke almost too fast.

The words passed by your ears in a blurt as white-hot rage filled your mind. The devil and angel on your shoulder fought and you didn’t know which one was fighting for what.

“Fine. Three hundred thousand a year. Bonuses, access to our facilities, a new phone, and an apartment on the west side.” He added.

“What the hell will I be doing? You don’t even know if I’m qualified, or if I’m a normal person. I could be a murderer.”

“That’s doubtful, as you couldn’t even hit me with a bat, and I’ve seen all I needed to. You’re most definitely qualified.” He answered, still offending you in a strange way. “Now get ready. I’m late because of you, and if I weren’t the boss, I’d rat you out.” He fixed his suit and sat in one of your dining chairs, the squeak of its legs making him scrunch his eyebrows in annoyance.

You huffed and moved, accepting that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. “I’ll call the cops.”

“That won’t work. La policía and I have an understanding.” It seemed like nothing was working and he knew it. “Are you done?”

Maybe if you played along for a bit, he’d get the idea and fuck off. Grumbling, you trudged into your bedroom.

“So what will I be doing?” You called to him as you went to your closet and pulled out a random blue dress shirt and black pants.

“You’ll be my right hand. Like an assistant but much more involved. You’ll work closely with my second, Lyla, and head operator, Jess.” He gave a full debriefing as you slipped on the clothes and moved towards the bathroom. “I’ll send a few of my men to help you move tonight, I don’t need you getting jumped out here in the slums.” He spoke with a certain disgust in his tone and you rolled your eyes.

“Your men? Second? Are we in a war or something?” You laughed, but he was quiet. No sense of humor, noted.

“Something like that.” His voice was lower, almost like it was a secret he didn’t want anyone around him to hear except you.

“Not that I care, but why me?” You brushed your teeth and waited for his answer, but nothing came. “Hello?”

“You’ll figure it out soon enough. Just know that I will not accept your refusal. You will work for me.” His speech was almost flattering, if he weren’t so infuriating. You dotted on some makeup and walked out to meet him. Slipping on a pair of low, black heels, he was already at the door. “Let’s go.” He nodded and opened your front door once more before walking ahead of you into the elevator. You hurried behind and almost missed the door as he stuck a hand through to stop them from closing. Your eyes didn’t meet him, avoiding having to thank him for such a small gesture of kindness after all the rudeness you’d endured. “And by the way, they call me Spider Man.” He said calmly as the doors shut and suddenly, your pounding blood was in your ears.

Spider man…?

As in… the most dangerous Mafia leader in Nueva York? The leader of the O’Hara family and the rumored Spider Society? A man infamous for murdering people with his bare hands, constructing some of the greatest hits on politicians and leaders all over the state?

Your body turned cold as you began to sweat. You were in the presence of a man known for being a brutal killer and a money-hungry demon who ruthlessly destroyed lives.

And he wanted you.

The trip to his headquarters was silent, sweating nervously as all of the rumors you’d heard about him came back to you. How he once almost killed a fifteen year old because he “ran out on a tab,” but luckily Peter paid it for the poor boy. Now, apparently, that same boy works for him. Peter told you the story on your first day, how some of the Spider Society frequented their restaurant, but it never occurred to you that this was him.

You remembered Gwen telling you over drinks after your first shift about how a lot of the staff of your restaurant had once been or still were low ranking members of the Society. You had said you just wanted to make your money and get on with your day, to which she laughed and said “that’s how I was too.” You left the conversation there and talked about other things, but now you couldn’t stop repeating her words over and over.

It was like the city was overrun by Spiders, all answering to the Spider Man himself. A man you were currently trapped in a moving vehicle with. A man you knew wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if you even so much as messed up his coffee order.

Nothing felt real as your leg bounced with anxiety. Sure, you’d always been mouthy and stubborn, but the idea that those small flaws could have made you a target for him, it was almost too much to understand.

“Hello?” He called out and you turned your face to him. “Are you listening?”

“Sorry, I was thinking about… what I have to pack tonight.” You lied, to which it was obvious he didn’t believe you, but he ignored it anyway.

“I was saying, when we get there, I have a meeting with a few of my subordinates. I need you to stay and listen. Lyla will be recording the meeting, but you just need hear it and start understanding everything. It won’t be hard, but it might be a lot so pay attention, entiendes?” He spoke and you nodded. “Once the meeting is over, I’ll introduce you to Jess and she’ll give you a tour of the building and your office. You’ll be working a room over from me. While that’s going on, I have an appointment, and once that’s over, I’ll start explaining the rest of your work.” His words felt unreal, like you were having an outer body experience. Nothing could have prepared you for this and now you were thrown into his web with no way out. Was the universe playing some sick joke on you? Throw you into the arms of a cold blooded killer and laugh about it later?

The numbness in your bones began to settle in and you sighed inwardly.

This was going to be a long day.

Walking into a bustling lobby, your eyes were overwhelmed with an excitement you couldn’t help to feel. The smell of clean air, the crisp modern design, everything screamed class and high end. Almost as if this wasn’t a den of crime and murder. Who would let a kingpin rent such a beautiful and upscale building? And didn’t mafia bosses usually do business out of their homes or secret offices hidden behind a bookshelf?

Ok, maybe you watched too many movies…

No, this was the next level of an efficiently run business. Everyone looked focused and intelligent, some seeming like they were educated at an Ivy League college or politically invested.

You followed the largest man and watched as everyone parted to make way for him, scanning him and then dropping their gaze to you.

You, who looked so out of place and childlike next to the refined crowd.

Your name broke you from your trance and you bumped into Miguel, who was no longer walking. “Stop looking around like a lost puppy. I hired you because of your fire and bite, now bring her back or I’ll toss you back out of here on your ass.” His threat was obvious, and you puffed up your chest after he turned around.

He was somewhat right. You belonged here, you got here by accident and that had to count for something. Other people around you seemed like they wanted to be here, strived for their positions and fought to climb up the latter. Meanwhile, you didn’t even want your position and you got it because of your loud mouth. As much as you hated this all, you knew that some of the roughest and cruelest human beings stood in this building, but he decided to pick you.

“But we will need to buy you new clothes if you’re going to work here. I don’t want to see you in anything less than a thousand dollars. Is that clear?” He said as you two walked into the elevator.

“And where am I getting these thousands of dollars from? You got me fired.” You grumbled, annoyed at his arrogance and assumptions.

“I’ll have Lyla put it as a tax write-off and give you a company card. Your limit is fifty thousand, and you’ll only shop at places from a list she’ll give you.” He stared straight ahead as he spoke, barely even seeming like he was speaking to you. What a dick. You rolled your eyes and he glanced downward, a brow quirked upwards. “And save that attitude for the meeting. Everyone here is cut-throat, and you’re here to give them a humbling piece of your mind. I don’t do politically correct-ness. If you think it, say it. The only person you need to answer to is me, and I want you to give some of these sons of bitches a good verbal beat down. If they get out of line, I’ll give them something to really be scared of, so don’t hold back.” His words seemed to hold weight as the elevator doors opened once more and people separated like the Red Sea to let him and you through. Catching up to walk by his side instead of behind him, you kept a straight face and put your shoulders back.

Reaching your new office was exhilarating, seeing as you hated the situation, but began hating everything less and less. Miguel had been right about the meeting, ignoring what everyone else said as you sat and listened to him discuss plans for a new import deal and a possible new business venture. His words were sharp and sliced through everyone in the room, so there wasn’t much room for conversation as most of the people in the room didn’t want to pull the trigger and be the target. You nodded along and made mental notes, adding certain ideas to your cavalry and deciding between when to speak up or not to.

After that, he’d introduced you to Jess and Lyla, who both seemed too kind and cheery to be in this business. How could such funny and smiley women work for a man with so much blood on his hands?

Jess gave you a proper tour as Lyla followed and made snarky comments about certain people, places, and things. Often times, they were about Mr. O’Hara and every time, it made Jess snort with laughter. The three of you talked and laughed, even trading phone numbers with both of them. Lyla excused herself when she was summoned to the fourth floor for a call about a transport, and you and Jess finished the tour back at your office. She showed you briefly how to use your new computer and tablet, both of which had a schedule that you, Lyla, and Mr. O’Hara could see and edit.

“Alright, I have a gynecologist appointment in 30 minutes, so I’ll be gone for the rest of the day, but call me if you have any questions.” She waved and you gave her a goodbye before beginning to type up some of those mental notes from the meeting, sharing them with Miguel’s email to add him in and let him look.

An hour went by and you heard a ding on your tablet, signaling a private meeting in Miguel’s office that had started 20 minutes ago. You rushed, seeing as you didn’t get the notification earlier and now we’re late. Pushing open his office door, you blinked at the sight in front of you and gulped down a new feeling. Dread. Embarrassment. Pure fucking confusion and unshakable mortification.

A woman, thin and blonde, had her back to the door and was kneeling before Miguel. Hands on his thighs as he spread his legs, she bobbed her head up and down as he had both of his arms around the expanse of the couch, head back a bit in enjoyment.

The shock finally settled into humiliation and you felt your stomach lurch with anxiety. He must have heard you step backwards as his eyes opened to stare into yours, an unreadable expression on his face. You shifted your thighs, moving to take another step as your face burned with a blush that could rival most makeup brands. Eyes as wide as saucers, you kept eye contact with him to avoid watching the woman’s mouth move up and down his cock. And he didn’t dare look away either.

He slipped a hand from the back of the couch to her hair and shoved her head down a bit, making her gag, and as the sound reached your ears, you choked a bit in sympathy. He hissed out a soft ‘good girl’ and you felt drool pool on your tongue, closing your mouth before it could drip out. He fucked up into her mouth as his eyes stayed on yours and before you could register it, he was groaning with a tight jaw and finishing. She sputtered as he came down her throat and as the realization of what you’d walked in on had hit you, you’d spun on your heels and slammed the door shut behind you.

Hands shaky, you wobbled back to your own office and sat in your chair, hands holding up your head as if it were too heavy to stay upright on its own.

What the fuck is going on?

Prologue Chapter 2

[lady-charinette]

Forever obsessed with the fact that Kyu-chan had most likely taken care of the medical aspect of Rei's recovery after he shot himself in the arm and Kazuki and Miri being there for him every step of the way.

Kazuki explaining to Miri that Papa Rei had a bad accident at work and wouldn't really be able to use his arm the way he used to.

Miri being sad at first bc that meant Papa Rei won't be able to play video games with her anymore or hold her. Miri brightening herself up by saying Papa Rei is still Papa Rei, with two functional arms or just one, so she would do everything she could to help him recover.

Kazuki tearing up and hugging his girl and whispering what a good and sweet child she is, that both he and Rei are lucky to be able to call her their daughter. Miri hugging her papa & kissing his cheek.

Rei eavesdropping overhearing from his room, his jaw clenching in an effort to try and keep the tears at bay. They still roll down his cheeks and he quietly wipes them away.

Months of occupational therapy, Kazuki trying to find honest work, Miri going to daycare and trying to cheer up Rei and help him in the house. They're staying at another safe house of Kyu-chan's until they're able to rent their own place.

Miri sometimes rubbing and poking Rei's arm to see if he has any reaction, she grows sad when he doesn't but he just smiles and ruffles her hair, telling her he was fine as long as they all stayed together.

The quiet, tender moments in the evening when Miri is already sound asleep, safe in her bed from any threats. Where Rei is trying to change for bed but his shirt gets stuck on his head with only one arm pulling at it in one direction. Feeling two helping hands pull his shirt off the rest of the way.

Kazuki is holding out his Rei's PJ's to him, at first he refuses to accept help to get dressed, it was embarrassing, he was a grown man.

Kazuki just swats his hands away, all the while snarling what a stubborn bastard he was, but his touch was gentle and careful as he guided Rei's arms into the shirt sleeves and helped him pull up sleeping pants. Rei vehemently insisted on being able to go to the toilet ALONE, but Kazuki still hovered over the closed door from the other side just in case "Rei fell over, hit his head on the tile floor and someone had to fucking call the ambulance".

Kazuki changing for bed himself before he brushes teeth together with Rei. They grow comfortably silent, marveling at how they managed to escape with their lives, how peaceful things were (for now).

They still tense at the slightest sound, Rei reflexively tries to reach for the knife at his night desk, but he forgets he can't use his left arm and makes a mental note to move his knife to the other side for easier access.

Kazuki has multiple weapons; a short knife in the top drawer, a baseball bat under the bed and a small handgun tucked in his underwear drawer (he knew that was the safest place where Miri wouldn't look and couldn't reach). Since Rei was no longer a human weapon, he had to step up and protect both him and Miri in case Rei's father changes his mind and goes after them.

They still need time to fall asleep, Rei feels the phantom pain of the gun wound on his arm, the spot grows tense and spasms randomly throughout the day.

As if sensing his discomfort, Kazuki would reach over and gently massage Rei's arm.

"You don't have to-"

"I want to."

They fall silent again, Rei exhaling at the way his muscles relax again thanks to Kazuki's ministrations. He sinks further into the soft bed, no longer sleeping in the cold hard bathtub. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. You want an ice-pack?"

"No."

Kazuki had argued the mini fridge in their bedroom was purchased for the sole purpose of storing ice packs for Rei, but it looked suspiciously full of pudding and other sweets for Kazuki to munch on at random intervals during the night.

They fall into a comfortable silence again, until Rei quietly whispers into the darkness. "How is job hunting going?"

Kazuki snorted. "They ask all sorts of questions. What does it matter if can't handle accounting stuff when I work as a waiter? Someone else should count the money after work! Sheesh, they drive me crazy with all those extra questions too! 'What do you like to do in your free time?', 'Why did you leave your previous workplace?', 'Why would you like to work for us?'. Duh, to make money. Besides, it's not like I can just say my previous line of work got a little too dangerous and we almost got killed infiltrating my partner's mafia family mansion."

Rei chuckled quietly. "I don't think that would be a good answer."

Kazuki mirrored his chuckle. "Yeah, neither do I. But...I should find work soon. I will find work soon. So that I can support you and Miri properly and you can rest up well."

Rei tensed again beside him and Kazuki's hand shot out to caress his arm. "Tense, again?"

Rei didn't answer. "Rei?"

A muffled sob filled the silence and Kazuki's lips stretched into a small smile in understanding.

Rei tried to silence any sounds that might escape him, but the overwhelming emotion crushing his chest like a vice had him struggling to keep his composure.

This time, Kazuki's hand touched him again but instead of massaging his arm, he moved to tenderly grab Rei's head and pull him into a hug.

Rei tried to struggle at first, but just sunk into his embrace without much fight after a few seconds.

Kazuki held him close, fingers tenderly running through his messy black hair. He knew what Rei wanted to convey without him uttering any words.

Thank you, Kazuki.

They were safe and together and that was all that mattered.

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male one-shots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 1.1k┆warnings: blood, death, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, violence, yandere themes┆a/n: I was lowkey bribed into writing this by my sister bc I don't really fw Kokichi like that (that's a lie)

DECEPTION ━ kokichi ouma x kidnapped ! reader

⤷ ❝ 𝕺𝕳,

Y/n!!" The boy shouted as he dragged the heavy object behind him. Leaving a long trail of magenta in his wake.

"Hey, don't run away!" He called out while wiping the pink splatter off his pale face.

"I think it'd be a good-fucking-idea to show yourself now..."

"...Y/n!!" He screamed while kicking open your bedroom door. It made a loud SLAM! when it hit the wall.

He looked around the room with crazy, purple eyes all while plastering that same playful smile on his pale face.

"Aw... you're not in here either?" He crouched down to look under your bed

"Y'know, I'm getting really tired of this game of hide-'n'-seek!" He grumbled quietly to himself as he opened the different doors and hiding places in your bedroom. Little did he know, you were standing right outside the room he was in.

Holding a kitchen knife.

It was the very first thing you saw so you grabbed it. Right now, you were beginning to regret not owning any bigger objects like a golf club.

You watched fearfully as Kokichi searched for you, occasionally rummaging through your more... personal items.

When his back was facing you, that's when you took your chance to attack.

Charging towards the purple haired psycho, you raised the knife to stab him.

But he saw right through you.

He quickly turned around and grabbed your wrist. "Found you!" He laughed while tightened his grip, making you to drop the weapon.

"It's not good to run around with sharp objects Y/n! You might end up hurting someone!" He yanked you closer by your hips and lightly pecked your nose with a smile.

A smile that irked you to your core.

How could he still be smiling after all of this!? You thought to yourself as you looked his bloodied figure up and down.

How could he still be smiling after murdering them in cold blood!!?

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you thought back to the gruesome sight. He just bludgeoned my best friend to death with a baseball bat!! And now he's giggling about it!?

Kokichi's smile quickly disappeared as he stared deep into your fearful, (e/c) eyes. His arm tightly wrapped around your waist while the other firmly holding the bat.

"Why are you so scared? I won't hurt you... unless you want me to..." He smiled suggestively while slowly moving his face closer to yours.

"H- Help! Help me!!" You screamed while attempting to free yourself from his grip,

"He's fucking craz-!!"

Kokichi dropped the bat and quickly cupped his free hand over your mouth, "Who are you screaming for, Y/n?"

Tears pricked in your eyes as you desperately tried to pry his magenta-stained fingers off your face.

"What, you think your parents are alive too!?" He giggled, "they're dead!!"

His words froze you.

"Wh- Wha..." was all that left your mouth.

He removed his hand from your face and proceeded to laugh, "What, you thought I'd spare their dumbasses!? Of course I killed them!"

His laughs grew louder and louder as tears streaked down your (s/c) face.

His hand muffling your pitiful sobs, "no, no, no, no, no..." You kept repeating it over and over to yourself as you shook your head rapidly.

You couldn't believe it... you wouldn't believe it.

The purple haired boy lifted his hand to wipe the tears from your eyes.

"I know, I know, a dick move, I know," he smiled somewhat warmly at you, "But I had to, Y/n."

"N- no... no... you... you're lying... this is just another one of your... l- lies..." Kokichi slowly let go you of your figure as you panicked, breathing hard and sobbing loudly.

"Y/n," He reached down to the bat lying on the ground.

"I did all of this for you..."

He raised the bloodied weapon above his head.

"And I'd never fucking lie about that."

And after that, everything went black.

Slowly opening your eyes, the first thing you noticed were most of your senses being cut off.

Your mouth was taped shut and your ankles and wrists firmly tied together with rope. Your back was pressed against a hard, cement wall. Are you in a basement?

What the hell is going on!?

You can barely remember anything from earlier. The last memory you can recall is being in your bedroom — and then Kokichi...

Kokichi... you thought.

"Y/n!~"

A playful voice giggled out while quickly making their way over to you in the dim light.

When close enough, he crouched down, smiling crazily. "Don't worry too much about your whereabouts. You're safe with me, now..."

He reached out and caressed your head, the dried blood staining his figure becoming more and more visible as your eyes begin to clearly focus.

But you weren't dwelling on that at the moment, at least not yet. You were more focused on his strange words and that horrible headache you have. In contrast of responding to his statements, you looking around the place you've been brought to.

Where... am I...?

As you were thinking, the purple haired boy softly placed a hand on the back of your head. "Hm, you're still bleeding?" He retracted his hand then looked down at it.

"I couldn't have hit you that hard...!"

After wiping, or just smearing, your pink-colored blood on his white uniform, he yanked the silver duct tape off of your mouth.

You let out a noise of pain at the quick action, but he just giggled, "Nee-hee hee, I'm so sorry, dear... "

You couldn't tell if his tone was mocking or genuine, either way, you instinctively pressed your back against the wall as far as you could.

You wanted to call out for help, you really did. But you didn't know what Kokichi would do. Would he be mad or...?

Opening your suddenly dry mouth to scream, you were put to a stop by his soft lips roughly being pushed against yours. You struggled to breathe as he kissed you with such fervor, as if he was never going to pull away.

And when he did, you were panting with flushed lips and an even hotter face. Feeling both embarrassed and happy that you can breathe normally again.

His psychotic, purple, irises traced over your figure with a deranged smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'm surprised you haven't fought against me this whole time, Y/n!" He giggled, "Hee hee... you've probably decided to submit to me already..."

"P- please..." you swallowed hard, "just let me go..."

Kokichi shook his head, "I can't do that. You're finally safe with me..."

"Forever."

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[horror130]

having Richie and Eddie obsess over you would include

(this scene is so cute and funny)

request made by:@nightmarionnesworld

WARNING: mild aggression, manipulation, theft

🩹🤖 eddie is a super protective yandere and richie is possessive i.e. a pair of perfect yanderes.

🤖🩹 Richie and Eddie see the three of you as a trisal couple, since richie and eddie have crushes on each other and they both have crushes on you, so why not?.

🩹🤖 You would have to put up with constant bickering from these two as they can't go more than 15 minutes together without fighting.

🤖🩹 you spend most of your day with richie and eddie since those two are clingy little shits who don't like to be away from you too long.

🩹🤖 U always feel watched this is why Richie and Eddie are always chasing you Richie does this to make sure you're not around anyone other than him and Eddie, and Eddie does this to make sure you're taking good care of yourself and not doing something that could possibly hurt you.

🤖🩹 a lot of people avoid talking to you or even making eye contact with you and a lot of your friends turn away from you for some weird reason and that and why Richie spreads bad comments about you around town while Eddie bullies anyone who comes near you like that It's possible well ….Eddie may not look very scary but you have some idea how uncomfortable it is to have a boy staring at you with a deadly hatred in his eyes.

🩹🤖 the two plan dates without informing you like for example: Eddie Richie showing up unannounced at your door saying it's a horror movie night.

🤖🩹 the two are planning to kidnap you Eddie says to put something in your drink to make you sleep while Richie says hit him in the head with a baseball bat, Eddie strongly disagrees with this idea.

🩹🤖 they both like to give gifts so they often pool their allowances to buy you something nice.

🤖🩹 Richie whenever he's in his room he steals some of his stuff at first Eddie scolded him for that but now he always asks if Richie managed to steal anything from him.

(sorry if it's not very good I for some strange reason had a writer's block writing this)

[skepsiss]

For the @steddiesummerexchange to @stevesjockstrap!

Batter Up: Chapter 4 of 5

Read [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

Rated: Explicit

Summary: This fluffy story is about Baseball Player Steve Harrington, meeting Rock Star Eddie Munson and the whirlwind 1-week romance turned committed relationship. They're instantly obsessed with one another, but neither knows how to take things to the next level. Enjoy Steve being a love-sick idiot! (The story turns explicit in Chapter 4, other chapters are all fluff).

The sexy chapter. I don't write smut without feelings in it though, so you know there is some sentimental stuff attached to their boys getting freaky. (And of course some comedy).

Read Chapter 4 below, or [read it on Ao3]

Thank you again to @thefreakandthehair for Beta reading.

Graphic made by me!

Eddie leaned over the centre console to kiss him, his hands bracing awkwardly against the door and the back of the chair. Steve shamelessly ran his hand up the back of Eddie’s neck, the keys to his car wrapped around his fingers. “We should… head inside,” Steve said against Eddie’s lips, already missing the methodical kiss. 

“Yeah, alright,” Eddie replied, but made no motion to move as he stayed pressed in close, so their noses could brush together. 

Steve had driven them back to his place from the batting cages. It wasn’t a long drive, and he knew no one was home. Well, he lived alone, but Robin wasn’t going to be around today. She knew he had a date. 

“Need me to help you with the door?” Steve teased gently, smiling, and anticipating another kiss. 

Eddie had kissed him more than a few times since they had gotten into his car, and he wasn’t going to complain about that. “Mmm…” Eddie mused, moved to rub his thumb over Steve’s lips. His gaze was flicking across Steve’s face, settling finally on his mouth. “Okay, big boy,”  Eddie huffed, biting his bottom lip and sitting back in his chair. “You can play chivalry with me.”

Steve sighed an awkward laugh, a bit taken aback by the sudden nickname. He didn’t dislike it, but it felt… degrading. Not in a bad way; Eddie’s tone was playful and flirtatious, but Steve just wasn’t sure what to make of it. He sort of liked being talked down to like that.

He got out of the car anyway, and pocketed his keys before walking around to open Eddie’s door for him. “Thanks,” Eddie quipped, offering Steve his hand as he stepped out. “You’re really milking this, huh?” Steve asked as he held Eddie’s fingers daintily and walked him into the house. 

“Not the only thing I’ll….” Eddie mumbled, and Steve strained to catch the rest of his sentence. Eddie just flashed him a grin and glanced around quickly before looking at Steve expectantly.

“No offense,” Eddie breathed, “but I don’t want a tour. You can show me your place later.”

Steve laughed earnestly this time, changing his grip so he was just holding Eddie’s hand instead of leading him like some kind of damsel. 

“Yeah, alright. No more beating around the bush.” Steve grinned, taking the cue in stride and walking them toward his bedroom.

He liked that Eddie was forward, actually. They’d been dancing around this all week, and now that they were finally able to be intimate, neither of them seemed willing to wait. He liked that. There was no guesswork on whether Eddie wanted to have sex or not, no games to play.

“You have a maid or something?” Eddie asked as Steve flicked on the lights to his room. “No?” Steve replied, obviously confused as he turned to look at Eddie. “Huh… you like things nice and clean, hmm?” Eddie questioned as he took a step forward and started to harmlessly push Steve back toward the bed. Steve moved willingly, finding a small thrill in being backed up across the room. The back of his knees hit the bed and he sat, more than pleased to have Eddie crawl into his lap and straddle him. “All things, or…” Eddie asked, looping his arms over Steve’s shoulders and leaning in.

“Not… all things,” Steve answered lamely, distracted by Eddie’s proximity as he watched his lips. He let his hands snake around Eddie’s middle, pulling him in closer. “That’s good,” Eddie breathed, ducking in, but not letting their lips touch. “I don’t think things would work out if that was the case. You want me to dirty you up a bit, sweetheart?” 

It was like a spell was being cast on him or something. Steve felt the world outside his room fall away as he focused on Eddie and pulled in those words. He had experienced women talking to him provocatively, and he liked a bit of that in bed, but there was something completely different about the way Eddie did it. He felt so… powerful, so dynamic, and Steve was aware that he felt compelled to say ‘yes’ to everything. “Yes…” Steve replied, feeling like he wasn’t allowed to close the distance between them. Eddie groaned a bit at his answer, and Steve felt his fingers along the hemline of his shirt. Steve moved without being asked, leaning back and raising his arms so Eddie could peel his shirt off. His hair frizzed up, but he didn’t have time to think about it as Eddie’s hands fell to him and he pressed in for a heated kiss. Just like it had been at the batting cage, Steve opened his mouth with a groan as Eddie fed his fingers through the hair on his chest and kissed him deeply. 

Eddie kissed like he was trying to lick the back of his throat and Steve pressed into it eagerly before twisting and tossing Eddie onto the bed. He gasped, but Steve was quick to kiss him again, crawling over top of him and moaning at the way Eddie pulled him in close. “Fuck, you’re strong,” Eddie gravelled, his voice low as he spread his legs for Steve to slot between. 

“And you’re—” Steve tried, getting interrupted by kisses. “Beautiful.” Eddie snorted at the compliment, and hit Steve hard in the shoulder. It was playful, but Steve couldn’t say he understood the reaction. “Man, shut up,” Eddie laughed, sounding charmed. “You’re so fucking corny. Fuck off.”

Steve chuckled a bit in reply, kissing the corner of Eddie’s mouth and down across his cheek. He liked that Eddie found him amusing, but he didn’t want him to think this was a joke. “I mean it… you know,” Steve sighed, kissing Eddie's ear. He noted that Eddie grew quiet, and his body started to arch incrementally upward. “You’re gorgeous.” Eddie groaned, and Steve took that as a good sign as he ducked toward Eddie’s neck and started to suck hickeys into his skin. “Y–you too, you know,” Eddie swallowed, twisting to expose more of his neck. “But I’m sure—I’m sure all the boys—tell you that.” “You’d be surprised,” Steve retorted easily, indulging in kissing Eddie’s skin. “You’re the first guy, actually…” Steve didn’t think much of his comment, more just pleased to be doing this finally with Eddie, as he ran a hand up Eddie’s side to expose his skin. He wanted to properly see those tattoos—count them—and maybe after they were done he’d ask all about them. Kiss every single one. God, Eddie was everything he had dreamed of. “What?” Eddie asked, not squirming away, but changing the atmosphere in the room completely with his deadpan question. “Huh?” Steve blinked, leaning back so he could look at Eddie properly. “Did you say… I’m the first guy?” Eddie asked, brows pinched in. “What do… what do you mean by that?”

Steve stared for a beat, feeling more like a fish than a man as he gaped. He wasn’t really sure how to answer that. What had he said? That Eddie was the first guy? Was that wrong for him to have commented on?

“That… what? Nothing, just… you’re the first guy to say that to me. I’ve never… honestly, I’ve never been in a situation like this with a guy before,” Steve replied genuinely, the confusion evident on his face. ”What?” Eddie asked again, sitting up a bit and forcing Steve to sit back. “What do you— you mean you’re an ass-virgin?” As soon as the words left his mouth, a flush spread across Eddie’s face, and he looked away from Steve. “God—uh, sorry—why did I say it like that? Jesus—I mean, uh…” Eddie waffled, his face growing redder by the minute. It was actually adorable, and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at him. 

“Yeah, I’m an ass-virgin,” he teased, only feeling a small blow to his ego at the phrase. “But I’m uh, far from a virgin-virgin.” Eddie looked back at him, but kept his lips pressed together, mortified still but seemingly keeping it together. Sex was weird like that, and Steve had sex enough not to be overly embarrassed by slip ups like this. Hell, he sort of liked that they were being real about it from the get-go, and it gave him an opportunity to ask the real pressing question here. “Just so… we get it out of the way,” Steve swallowed, sitting back on his heels, “I get physicals a lot—real ones. So, uh, I know I’m clean.” Eddie blinked at him and then raised his hands in front of his chest, looking shocked that they were just talking about this. “Oh—yeah, me too. Yeah, I mean, I’m uh… I just got out of rehab. You have to go through a lot of doctors, and I haven’t… I’ve been checked since the last time I slept with anyone,” Eddie confessed, his body language awkward despite the fact that Steve could see something hard behind his eyes. 

It felt like Eddie was testing him or something. Like he was checking to see how Steve would react to being told that he was in rehab recently. Steve knew about Eddie’s rehab, but he appreciated that Eddie was willing to be so direct about something like that. “But, good to know I won’t get gonorrhoea when I suck your dick,” Eddie quipped. Okay, maybe a bit too direct. 

Steve blinked and looked away, not exactly sure how to respond to that. It was funny, right? Eddie was trying to alleviate the tension after such a serious conversation? But there was still the whole—

“Do you know how this works?” Eddie asked, his tone a bit softer. 

Steve looked back at him, putting together what he meant, slowly.

“Sex? Like, sex with a guy?” Steve asked. “Yeah, I know how… sex works. I’ve just never… actually done it. Just, uh, by myself.” Eddie’s eyes flicked up to him at that, and Steve watched something simmer there as Eddie stared. It was intimidating, but it evoked that same desire to just ‘say yes’ to everything. It was hot. 

“That’s good…” Eddie replied quietly, a controlled quality to his voice. “I’m out of practice there, so…” 

Silence fell over them, and Steve wasn’t really sure what to do. It felt like Eddie was asking him something, but he wasn’t totally sure. He had gone into this expecting to have sex—expecting Eddie to fuck him—but now he wasn’t sure if that was what Eddie wanted. So much for being forward.

“Do you want to… bottom?” Eddie asked as the silence continued, and Steve paused for a beat as those words sunk in. He had thought it was obvious, but now that he was considering it, he supposed it was strange that he had just assumed he was going to bottom. Why had he assumed that? Probably because he could screw women the same way he’d screw a guy, and he had done that enough to know that he liked it. But Eddie wasn’t a woman, so of course Steve wanted to experience ‘bottoming.’ That was…. Why was that his preference? 

“Yeah, unless you don’t want to…” Steve offered as a compromise, still keen on sleeping with Eddie even if he didn’t want to top. “No, no—” Eddie replied quickly, “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all week. I like it both ways, but your, uh… first time like this. Are you sure you want… me?”

Steve felt a punch to his chest at Eddie’s words, all of it settling over him like a shroud. Firstly, to hear Eddie say he wanted to fuck him, it was like Eddie was grabbing him by the dick and tormenting him. It was so fucking erotic—but then, he went and shied away from it because… because he didn’t feel like enough. It was like Eddie had a grip on his heart and his libido in a way that was making Steve feel delirious.

“Yeah—yes,” Steve said a bit too eagerly, getting back on his knees and crawling over the other. “Yes… yes, Eddie. I want you to fuck me.” Eddie looked bewildered by his approach, but he groaned deeply at the confession anyway and pulled Steve into a kiss. It felt romantic though, and Steve let himself get lost in the sensation as he leaned over Eddie. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie rumbled, “okay. Jesus… okay.” The contact was tender as Eddie held his cheeks and kissed him. Steve could swear that he really was going to fall in love if this continued. Eddie was being so gentle with him, but there was still so much passion behind his touch. Steve felt like he had been starved of this for a very long time. 

Eddie encouraged them to roll, and Steve moved with him without breaking the kiss. They were tangled together again almost instantly, and Steve couldn’t help his smug little laugh when Eddie reached around to grope his ass. “Don’t sound—too pleased… with yourself,” Eddie scolded, still kissing him through his words as he grabbed handfuls of Steve’s ass and kneaded. 

“I don’t know—-what you’re talking—about,” Steve taunted in turn, letting his own hands wander as he reached up Eddie’s back, and tangled his fingers into the other’s hair. It didn’t take long for Steve’s hands to venture to the waistband of Eddie’s jeans. He moved slowly as he popped the button on Eddie’s shorts and unzipped his fly. Eddie just groaned through the action and pressed in closer, his own touch dipping below the elastic waistband of Steve’s pants and boxers so he could grab his ass. 

Skin on skin. 

Eddie rolled his hips forward and Steve had a momentary spike of nerves as he felt the bulge in Eddie’s shorts press against his crotch. He wanted this, but he was suddenly struck with the fact that he was actually going to be touching another man’s dick, and his lack of experience squeezed at his confidence. But Eddie felt so eager as he pulled Steve in close and practically growled into his mouth. A possessive, needy quality to the sound that demanded attention. It felt like Eddie was obsessed with him, and Steve wasn’t sure if he had ever felt sexier. To be desired that much… to see and feel how turned on Eddie was from kissing alone was something else. Steve rolled his hips forward so they could grind, and he was rewarded with a gasp from Eddie before he was pulling Steve’s legs over his thigh so they could rut up against one another. The invitation was plain, and Steve didn’t pretend to be stoic as he moaned quietly into Eddie’s mouth, the two of them grinding like a couple of teenagers. “Mmm—you’re so… so…” Eddie mumbled, obviously distracted, as he tugged Steve’s pants over his ass so they caught on the underside and exposed him. “Fuck… look at you.” Eddie opened his eyes, and Steve let himself get overwhelmed by how stormy Eddie’s gaze was. His pupils were blown, and Steve felt more like prey than a lover. No one had ever looked at him like that before. “Hmm, fuck… don’t let me get ahead of myself,” Eddie mused, kissing him tenderly for a beat before pulling away. “Where… lube, man.” Steve swallowed, coming back to himself as he shifted up the bed. “Right, yeah,” he mumbled, crawling up the mattress and fishing around in his nightstand for lube and condoms. He tossed the condoms to the far side of the bed but held the bottle of lube out for Eddie as he moved up the mattress toward him. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Eddie muttered, smiling with hooded eyes before kissing Steve’s shoulder and up into the curve of his neck. “You tell me to stop… at any time, if you want…” Steve breathed a soft ‘okay’ and rolled onto his back, feeling utterly captivated by Eddie. There was this energy about him that was intoxicating, and Steve truly did feel like a virgin again. He was letting Eddie take the reins, and it felt natural to fall underneath him like this. It was almost animalistic, but at the same time he felt as if Eddie was treating him so tenderly. Like he was devoted to him. Affectionate beyond what someone who had known him for a week should feel. 

Eddie kissed in the crevice of Steve’s throat and Steve sighed as he felt the other starting to kiss down his chest and to his hips. Eddie was making these wayward, pleased noises as he descended, taking the hem of Steve’s pants down with him as he placed a kissed to his thigh and nipped gently at his skin.

It didn’t take much for Eddie to pull down his clothes, freeing Steve’s erection. He was already so turned on, and that only increased as Eddie hummed appreciatively at him.  “God… you’re prettier than I imagined,” Eddie husked, as he sat up a bit so he could lick a stripe up Steve’s cock, before sucking on just the head of his erection. Steve gasped at the forwardness, the compliment making him feel small and flattered all at once. Eddie was keeping such intense eye contact with him, too, Steve felt powerless despite the fact that he had more than one weight-class on Eddie. “So, you’ve… done this by yourself?” Eddie asked, his voice low as he released Steve’s cock and finished pulling his pants off. Steve swallowed, once again seeing that dark flash in Eddie’s eyes. He could place it now, though. Eddie thought it was hot, hearing that Steve had masturbated like this on his own. It felt dangerous, and alluring all at once. As if Steve was expected to perform, but all he had to do was be himself. Eddie was probably restraining himself from demanding too much of him, despite how hot-blooded the information made him.

“Yeah,” Steve answers, trying to sound confident and not at all overwhelmed by how intense Eddie’s gaze was. “Somewhat recently too…” Steve wasn’t a stranger to turning on his partners, but the way Eddie groaned at his reply and slunk back up to his face made his body feel tight. It felt like he was about to be devoured. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie crooned, kissing along his jaw and back to his lips. They indulged in another long, drawn out kiss as Steve felt Eddie moving above him. The familiar clicking noise of the lube bottle opening sounded, and Steve felt his heartbeat pick up. “Thinking about… me?” Eddie asked, opening his eyes, lips barely pressed to Steve’s. Steve sucked in a breath, feeling almost foreign in his own body. He had never been this worked up in his life. He had never experienced foreplay like this before. “Yeah,” Steve swallowed, his voice sounding quiet to his own ears as he watched Eddie’s eyes flutter shut at the confession. “God… I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you,” Eddie groaned, watching him again as Steve felt the cool, wet slick of Eddie’s fingers against his ass. Eddie played for a moment, just pressing and gliding his fingers against Steve’s asshole before carefully pushing one finger in. Steve sucked in another breath, the action throwing him because of the anticipation, not the sensation. He knew this kind of touch—though it was something else, having someone else’s finger in him. “You tell me…” Eddie mumbled, still staring at him, as if he didn’t want to miss a second of Steve’s reaction. “Tell me… if it’s too much.”

Steve heard Eddie swallow thick before he started pumping his finger in and out of him, the feeling making Steve close his eyes. “Baby?” Eddie asked, a second finger teasing the outside of his hole. “Tell me…” “Okay—” Steve said quickly, tightening and loosening his grip on Eddie’s shoulders. 

It wasn’t painful. He was familiar enough with this to take two fingers, but something about the way Eddie was treating him was building Steve’s overwhelm. He felt so vulnerable, and he wanted it so badly, that Eddie’s touch almost felt like a tease instead of release. Eddie stroked his insides and Steve gasped at the sensation, letting himself just focus on the feeling as Eddie started to work him open. It wasn’t just a means to an end though, as Eddie pressed up into his prostate and pulled a groan from Steve, causing him to hunch. When Eddie rubbed his prostate again, Steve gasped before opening his eyes. Eddie was staring so intently at him that Steve could hardly stand it. He pulled him into a kiss instead, and Eddie groaned into his mouth, the speed of his fingers increasing as he pumped them vigorously in and out. 

Steve couldn’t keep the kiss up as he started to keen into Eddie’s mouth, spreading his legs on instinct as he got lost to the sensation. “Tell me…” Steve heard Eddie mumble, and he shook his head quickly, not wanting this to stop for anything. “It’s good— it’s good!” Steve groaned loudly, arching into Eddie. “You sound so... fucking amazing,” Eddie gravelled, ducking to Steve’s neck and starting to leave painful hickeys along Steve’s skin. That only increased Steve’s pleasure, and he clutched at Eddie’s hair, feeling desperate for this to get to the next step. Eddie had to know that he wasn’t going to flinch away or clamp down on him by now. He needed Eddie to screw him. “I want to fuck you— so badly,” Eddie gasped against his skin, and Steve panted loudly in turn, trying his best to regain his thoughts.

“Fuck me—” Steve choked, feeling almost pathetic for losing it this quickly when Eddie had only been using his fingers. Eddie whined at his reply, biting his neck hard before swiftly pulling his hand away. Steve shuddered and panted heavily, letting himself fall against the mattress as Eddie sat up. He looked deadly towering over Steve, his hair cascading over his shoulders and hanging down like some kind of monster. His expression was dark, and his mouth was hanging open salaciously. It was like Steve was looking up at a painting of some kind of horror, sent from the depth to seduce men. He looked so good. Steve wanted to do anything for him.

Eddie peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside as Steve watched. They were making hard eye contact with one another at the anticipation of the moment before Steve’s attention dropped to Eddie’s waist. He pushed down his shorts slowly, the action obviously meant to be enticing, as he pulled his erection out and gave himself a few strokes. He wasn’t small by any means, and Steve felt his stomach clench at the idea that Eddie’s dick was about to be inside him. “You’re drinking me in like you’re dying, Stevie…” Eddie sighed, and Steve raised his attention back up to his face. “Sorry,” Steve said on instinct, which made Eddie laugh darkly. “No… I like it, baby,” Eddie mused, pulling his shorts off the rest of the way before crawling over Steve again. “You want me so badly, don’t you? Fingering yourself all week… thinking about me, and wanting me to put this inside you.” Steve felt Eddie press his cock against his stomach as he spoke, sliding his head against his skin, so Steve could feel how wet he was with pre-cum.

“I want to fuck you so good that you can’t even think about cumming without thinking about me,” Eddie breathed, leaning in for a tantalizingly gentle kiss. Steve wasn’t even sure if he was breathing as Eddie loomed over him, his attention completely enraptured. Nothing in the world existed beyond Eddie and the idea of having sex with him. Nothing mattered beyond this moment, and it felt as if Steve had never taken another lover before now. “You want me?” Eddie asked again, breathing against Steve’s mouth. “Yes–” Steve gasped, frozen to the spot. Eddie purred a pleased noise before kissing him and rolling his tongue into his mouth, letting the action languish before sitting up again. He must have grabbed a condom without Steve noticing because he was already pushing the rubber down over his cock. Even just the sight of that made Steve’s dick twitch as he watched Eddie lather himself with a generous amount of lube. “Same rules,” Eddie said softly, pressing his slick hand against Steve’s backside before shuffling forward. “Tell me if it’s too much.” There was no more waiting as Steve felt the heat of Eddie’s head press against his hole. His body strained for a moment before Eddie pushed in and Steve heaved a breath. It was slow, and it felt tight, but Eddie didn’t relent as he gradually pushed to the hilt. “Oh—fuck…” Steve whimpered, pushing up a bit in order to look between his legs. “Fuck…” Eddie touched his knees gingerly, and Steve spread his legs apart further as he felt Eddie pull back incrementally. He whined again at the action, but with each small push and pull, Steve could feel himself relaxing. “You’re so… fucking tight… baby,” Eddie groaned, and Steve finally looked up at Eddie’s face again to see how wonton his expression was. His mouth was open, eyes hooded, and Steve could see the delirious concentration on his face.

“I want to…” Eddie swallowed, and craned his neck toward the ceiling. “Fuck… I want to move… ah, Steve—fuck, I want to fuck you.” Eddie thrust in hard, and Steve shouted as the pain and pleasure erupted up his body. It was so much— he wanted Eddie to fuck him, but it was so much. Eddie seemed to be barely keeping it together as he went back to his shallow movements, his eyebrows pinched in tightly. “Fuck me—” Steve groaned, laying back and twisting a bit on the mattress. “Fuck me— actually— really fuck me.” Eddie growled again— low and dangerous— as he moved up the bed to crawl over Steve. He brushed the hair out of Steve’s face quickly, touching him as if he was revered. He snapped his hips again and Steve gasped, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s chest. He pulled Eddie into a kiss, and that seemed to say enough to the musician for him to actually start thrusting. Steve moaned and arched, his grip tightening on Eddie as he felt him drive into his body and press up hard against his prostate. It ripped a muffled yell from Steve as he continued to clutch at Eddie for dear life. “It good? It good, baby? Fuck, Steve,” Eddie was saying on repeat, his voice cut with his own whines of pleasure and the chasing of Steve’s tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, Steve felt Eddie’s hand move to his cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. Steve whined again, the overwhelm getting to him as he lost all semblance of rhythm and time. It was just Eddie and any frantic kiss he could get as his body flooded with pleasure. “I’m—” Steve heard Eddie say over the sound of their slapping skin and keening, his own mind on that edge of delirium. Eddie gasped loudly and Steve felt him thrust in hard, the sensation making him twist as Eddie’s hand slowed for a moment. He pulled away again, and Steve groaned at the loss of contact, before refocusing to watch Eddie. Eddie pressed up into his body again with his cock, pushing and maintaining firm pressure against his prostate as he started to jerk Steve off hastily. “You going to cum?” Eddie asked, sounding breathless as he continued to pump Steve’s erection. “Cum, Steve. Come on, sweetheart. Oh… Steve, you look so fucking gone. God—cum, baby. Cum.” Steve never stood a chance. He moaned and gasped, his voice pitching as he watched Eddie stroke him, the pleasure unmatched, before he came with a yell. His orgasm punched into him and shot up his chest, as Eddie groaned happily and continued to milk his cock. “That’s it, baby… oh… look at you,” Eddie cooed, panting heavily before leaning over him again. Steve felt like a wreck as he sucked in breath, his body spent as he let Eddie fall over him and kiss him into the pillows. He felt Eddie pull out slowly, and Steve groaned at the sensation before wrapping himself around Eddie once again and indulging in the adoring quality of their kiss. “Hmm… fuck, Steve,” Eddie whined, shifting so they could roll onto their sides and continue their affections. “Fuck… I don’t say this often, but, God… Steve. Fuck… I want to do that again.” Steve couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh, the ache already settling into his body as Eddie stroked his back sweetly. “Not… right now,” Steve mused, his heart somersaulting in his chest at how tenderly he was being treated. “No, of course not,” Eddie sighed, kissing the corner of his mouth. “No one recovers that fast their first time—I meant… I mean…” Steve sighed lightly, pulling back just enough so they could actually look at one another. Eddie’s face was a bit red from effort, and he had sweat sticking his hair to his temples, but he looked gorgeous. With big brown eyes, and a timid tilt to his brows that made him look more like a puppy, than a person. “Another date,” Steve offered as a fill in for Eddie’s lost statement. 

“Yeah, but…” Eddie waffled, looking ten years younger as he shied away from his comment.

“You meant that… you want to have sex again, another day… as if you were my… boyfriend?” Steve’s chest fluttered maddeningly as he spoke, his own wants and desires swirling around the room. Eddie sucked in a breath at that, and Steve watched as his gaze darted away. 

It struck fear into him for a moment, before Eddie was tucking under his chin, pressing in close. “I… I haven’t dated in a long time,” Eddie confessed, and Steve picked up the soothing pets to Eddie’s back. “But… I’d fucking… love to be your boyfriend.”  Read Chapter 5

[peachesyeo]

obsession ── junghoon bully part 2

💌 parings: bully!junghoon x bullied!fem!reader 💌 genre: yandere, oneshot 💌 contains: strong language, mentions of bullying, mentions of assult and violent behaviours. lower case intended. be reminded that i am not in any way affliated to the real life kim junghoon from xikers. this does not represent him in real life, too. lowercase intended. 💌 word count: 0.6k words.

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

to the previous part?

today marks the seventh year mark of you in the city.

"hey, i'll be going first!" you told your coworker, who pouted and waved goodbye at you. you laughed, seeing her glum face. "c'mon, closing isn't really that bad."

"it's bad enough dealing with the kids." you giggled at her reply, waving as you turned and started to make your way back home.

after escaping from that small town, you changed your name almost immediately. puberty and the knowledge of skincare changed your appearance much, and without the existence of that person, you are having a smooth life.

you had a work that you like, being a childcare teacher is your dream, and you lived up to it. as you walk home, you fish out the paper that the kids had drawned for you, as well as a paper rose one of them had folded for you.

your lips tilted upwards as you deciphered what the kids had written for you. soon, you reached the door of your apartment. as you removed your shoes outside of the apartment, you noticed something...weird...

did you... leave the lights on when you left the house?

this had happened before. today, you were in a rush to leave, so there might be a chance that you have forgotten.

your brows furrowed as you inserted the keys, entering your apartment and locking the door behind you. as you were about to enter the living room, you paused, your eyes wide.

broken glass on the floor. your plants and books were thrown around. the tv was smashed. a single metal baseball bat laid in your way.

your eyes widened and your body began to shake uncontrollably. no, there is no way he found you.

but that baseball bat, you recognised it. that thing that swung down on both you and many, many other victims. his favourite weapon and torture device.

no, no, you have to leave. he was the reason why you threatened to end your life if your parents didn't move to the city. he was the reason why your teenage years were miserable. he was the reason why you could not trust people, especially males, easily.

"fuck..." you stepped over the bat and rushed to your room, not caring about the broken glass that cut through your skin. you head towards your dresser first, opening the wardrobe-

the door to your room slammed shut behind you. you froze, hearing the turning and the 'click' of the lock.

from where you were standing, you were able to see the mirror. he was standing right behind the door, his piercing eyes on you. fear choked you, denying you of any air as he stepped into the moonlight.

he was taller. more handsome. more crazy. he was wearing a casual dark blue suit, and - you let out a sob - he was carrying a sledgehammer.

"hello, little bitch. long time no see." his voice was calm, but you could see the crazy in his eyes through his reflection. the memories of you being tortured by him came flooding back and you fell to your knees, suddenly weak.

"you know, i've been looking for you ever since you left. i would always imagine what i would do with you when i catch you. hit you? strangle you? break your legs so badly that you would never walk again?" junghoon stalked slowly towards you, and soon you felt the tip of his boots poking at your back. you held his gaze as he slowly descended, his face right beside yours.

"look at you. shaking like a poor lamb." his hand ran through your hair, and the goosebumps rose along your arms. "i haven't done anything to you, yet."

"after running away for seven years, it's only right for you to come back to me, right?" his whispers were gentle, but the meanings he carried were venom. "and i have to punish you..."

"and make sure you have no way of running away from me again."

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[disasterbiwriter]

You may have seen me obsess over this before, but... Luke tries to teach Jess how to play baseball, because "every boy likes baseball, right?" And it doesn't go very well. 😆

The Diner Dudes and the Bad Hop

Part I

Lorelai is bussing a table when Luke clatters down into the diner, and as she looks up and takes him in, it's clear she's trying not to laugh.

"What?" Luke demands. "What?!"

"Nothing, I just didn't know you realized you could wear those things with the brim to the front." She reaches up and gently flicks the brim of his ancient Mets cap.

"Knock it off." What does it say about him that even that miniscule degree of contact with her sends his stomach into somersaults?

"Sorry, sorry." She looks him over once more, from the hat down to the scuffed up Slugger hanging at his side. "So, you're really going to go through with it?"

"'Course," he says. "He's excited."

Her face is soft. "Of course he is. He loves to take the trash out if it means you're with him."

"It's going to be fun," Luke insists. "All boys love baseball."

"Right right." She snaps and points at him, cheeky. "Hey, do you think he'll put whatever he's reading down long enough to hit the ball, or are you thinking the reading material will be thick enough to be a stand-in for the bat?"

Luke rolls his eyes. "Are you in overtime yet?"

"Maybe."

"Go home."

Part II

"All right, bud, remember what I told you?"

Six-year-old Jess is vibrating with excitement. "Yep!" He ticks the items off on his grubby fingers. "Keep my eye on the ball. Don’t swing at anything below your shoulders or anything higher than your knees."

"Er, close. It's actually - "

"And quit when it starts to feel like all the baselines are running uphill."

Luke scratches his head. "Did... I don't remember telling you that last one."

Jess scrambles for the backpack he slung off along the first baseline and pulls out a pristine library book. "Babe Ruth’s Baseball Advice," he announces proudly. "Mrs. Gilley ordered a copy of it for the library when I told her you were gonna teach me baseball."

Mentally Luke runs through a catalogue of sayings attributed to the Big Bam and makes a mental note to remind Mrs. Gilley that Jess is still in elementary school. "All right, put the book down, let's get to it, kid!"

"I'm ready, Uncle Luke!" With comedic effort he hefts the bat over one shoulder and readies himself behind the plate.

"Uh, honey? Try taking the mitt off when you bat."

"You got it, Uncle Luke!"

Part III

"Jess, I think you'll probably have more luck if you open your eyes when you swing."

"Good idea, Uncle Luke!"

"Jess, honey, that's third base, not first."

"But we read left to right! Why do we run right to left?!"

"I, uh... I don't actually know the answer to that."

"That was better! Try running towards the ball instead of away from it next time!"

"What if it lands on my head and cracks it open like an egg?!"

"No, I'm definitely sure there are only three bases, kiddo."

"Chuck Presby says there are twelve, and if you miss any of them they make the umpire put you in JAIL!"

"But are you sure?"

"Look, sweetheart, I know I told you I don't actually know everything about baseball, so I guess it's possible... But I'm telling you, I don't think there has ever been a baseball player who was also a bank robber. And you've gotta stop listening to anything that Presby kid tells you, he's an id - he's just teasing you."

"Uncle Luke! We forgot the wickets!"

"No, Jess, there are no wickets in baseball, that's cricket."

"Uncle Luke! Uncle Luke! I hit it! I - oh no! Uncle Luke! Are you okay?!"

Part IV

Lorelai unearths a bag of peas from the diner's freezer and gently settles it against Luke's cheekbone. "Well, at least he hit it."

Luke glances over at the counter where Jess is wearing more ice cream than is getting into his mouth. He loves that little gremlin so much he might actually cry - or would, if any tears could escape his rapidly-swelling eye. "He certainly did. Baby's first bad hop."

"What on earth is a bad hop?"

"You know," Luke sighs, "ask me some other time. I think I'm done talking about baseball for the day."

"You got it. Need a beer, boss?"

"Make it two. Hey, didn't I tell you to go home?

"You want me to get you a beer or not?"

"Right, shutting up now."

Part V - Two Weeks Later

"And then," Jess says proudly, tapping the little square with his finger, "the guy hit a fly and got out at center field - so I put the 8 in his box Eight stands for center field, remember?"

Lorelai whistles over the scorebook, impressed. "That's so cool, kid. And you learned how to do all that today?"

"Yep." He spins a little on his stool, clutching the precious document carefully in both hands. "Uncle Luke says I picked it up faster than anyone he's ever seen."

"Well, that doesn't surprise me even a little bit."

"I think watching baseball is more fun than playing baseball." Jess beams at Luke as he comes out from the kitchen, Jess's dinner in hand. "Don't you think so, Uncle Luke?"

Luke sets Jess's plate in front of him and strokes his nephew's hair. "You know what? These days I think you're right."

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Hey shmoopie lately I’ve been obsessing about movie HC’s of Miguel so can you do Phantom of the opera (from the other commission, I forgot if I made it or not) and The boy pls pls pls and make it all smut so for The phantom of the opera make it so that the specific scene is when the phantom let Christines fiancé go what if he didn’t let Christine( in this situation, the reader) go and just like kept her there and did Intercourse or sum and for the boy what if like once the dude came out of the walls instead of tryna murder the babysitter he like did a tiny bit if fornication yk TEHE PLS PLS PLS DO THIS BUT LIEK ITS OPTIONAL I JUST WANT TO KNOW WETHER OR NOT YOU WILL C:

hey pookie

okay I'll be honest i've NEVER seen phantom of the opera *record freezing, people gasp, glass breaks, and I gulp* BUT I PLAN ON TO OKAY?? PLEASE PUT THE PITCHFORKS DOWN!!

I'll come up with something for sure on Phantom of the Opera, like Miguel finds reader too pretty and too lovely to go and she's like "fuck, I wanna be with him too" and they're together <3 fluff and smut? sign be the FUCK UP!!

and the boy? I've seen it.

GOD MIGUEL BURSTING THROUGH THE WALLS WITH A BROKEN PORCELAIN MASK SOUNDS SAUUUR YUMMYYYYYYYYY

reader gonna go "GODDAMN!! AWOOO" and drop to her knees and go "GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP GULP GULPGULPGULPGULP-"

*i get hit over the head with a baseball bat to kill the hornee*

huh? what? where am I??

ahaha but yes I'll do them

[weirdships000]

an unhealthy obsession

Zane had been stalking Gene for a few months now, he just couldn't help it, Gene was so.....perfect, perfect in everyway, tall, dark, handsome, power, smart, and those beautiful teal eyes, everything a person could ever want.

Zane had started stalking Gene at the beginning of his freshmen year, at first it started with little things, learning Genes hang out spots, what type of food Gene likes, Genes favorite things, occasionally taking things leave behind, gum, leftover soda cans and wrappers, hoodies, small things, but after awhile Zane started following Gene home and watching him trough the window. but today Zane decided to take things to the next level by.....entering Genes home without permission, no big deal, Zane was sure that if Gene knew he wouldn't mind.

Gene was out somewhere, so were Genes mom and younger brother so no one would catch Zane digging around in Genes room, Zane took Genes sheets in his hands and started breathing in the scent of it, it smelled like Gene, sweat and strong spicy cologne, it smelt so good, it was like heaven to Zane.

Zane began rummaging through Genes drawers, he grabbed a pair of Genes underwear and put it in his pocket, just for.....'private' use later. Zane started looking at Genes decorations when he noticed a cardboard box in the corner of the room, it was covered in Genes dirty clothes, but it looked....off, like it was put there to try and hide the box. Zane walked over to the box and moved the dirty clothes off it, Zane opened it and gasped.....there were pictures of him in the box, Zane's hoodie, a pair of glasses Zane lost a few weeks ago, Zane's underwear, what looked to be a big lock of Zane's hair.

Zane heard giggling behind him, he turned and was hit in the head with a baseball bat, as Zane passed out the last thing he saw were those beautiful teal eyes that he loved so much.