#i will be seeing you.. i will wear platforms to stomp on you with

[jaethecreator]

seeing nct in duluth and skz in orlando.. the seats for skz are so ass though because EVERYONE AND THEIR MAMA kept getting the seats I wanted before I could check out 😭 so me and my friend are gonna be soooo fucking far.. no changbin wattpad moment for me i fear.

but !! for nct me and my other friend will be seated around the same place we were for ateez in july, so that makes up for it 🥰

[screampied]

❛ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ HARLEYS IN HAWAII ❜ g. satoru

☆ sum. it’s been almost a year with your sugar daddy and as a candied sweet surprise, he takes you on his private yacht. although—the thing that’s even sweeter is the ‘love’ chocolates you both try just for fun. after all, satoru’s always had a sweet tooth.

wc. 6.6k

warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), unprotected, aphrodisiac chocolates, marathon séx, praise, dirty talk, overstim, dry humping, feral gojo, f��ngering, cervīx mentions, cunnilīngus, spīt, hair pulling, size kink, premature ejac, breedīng, petnames.

➤ sd!gojo masterlist.

“ah ah, no peekin’ sweetheart,” a husky voice purrs near the nape of your neck. your plump lips curl into a pout as he’s making you drag your feet toward wherever he was taking you to. the air felt coolly warm, so much so that it was humid. satoru told you to wear something comfortable and warm, specifically a sundress. “there we go, jus’ a few more steps. good girl,” and the rubber bottoms of your flip flops stomp against something hard—you’re assuming the rising platforms were stairs. your ears perk and twitch a bit at the sound of crashing waves and you start to grow curious.

“are you—”

“shhh, quiet baby,” he shushes you, and you feel various designer cold band of his rings dance against your skin. again, once you step into what seems to be some wooden platform, he stops you from walking, turning you to face another way. big hands cover over your eyes and your own hands before he gives your cheek a soft chaste kiss. “m’kay, ready to see your surprise?”

with a nod, he removed his palms from your face and your eyes widen at the revealed sight. a yacht, not just any yacht though, but a private one — the satoru gojo yacht that was probably worth millions. it was huge in person, and you don’t even realize the two of you are both in the middle of the ocean until seconds later. “satoru,” you sheepishly say, feeling a wave of butterflies thump through your heart. the older man’s got the cheekiest grin and he takes off his sunglasses, putting them over your face. “when you said ‘surprise’ i thought you meant like new earrings or something.”

“i can always give you those too,” he strokes your cheek, watching as you fail to maintain direct eye contact. despite having the tinted expensive lenses protect your eyes from the sun, it still shined bright—making you squint a little. satoru’s voice pitches low before he playfully lifts you up, fixing the back of your sundress. “but sweetheart, this weekend’s just about you ‘n me,” and once your arms cling onto him, he starts walking near the lower part of the rumbling yacht. “besides, i have one more surprise to show you. felt like spoilin’ you a bit more today.”

you were quite literally living in luxury. .

as if the outside of the yacht wasn’t breathtaking, just wait until you saw the master bedroom.

despite how you were slowly starting to get accustomed to this lifestyle, his lifestyle—you couldn’t help but be amazed at such royalties being given to you. his yacht was even prettier inside, but this was the norm for satoru. and with him, he had no problem sharing his luxuries with you, his favorite girl.

just for you and no one else.

but you couldn’t think but get trapped in your mind at certain thoughts plucking through your brain. you started to wonder what would have happened if satoru was never a passenger of first class when you used to work as a flight attendant.

you’d constantly wonder the what if’s, but of course you were always always grateful. it’s one of the many thing’s satoru liked about you, how you were always thankful without even saying it. you’d show it, even going far as to giving him gifts.

“imagine we lived here,” satoru hums, leaning back against the satiny cushioned pillows. the entire room was spacey, with rose-gold paint covering the walls. he brushes a thumb over his cocktail glass as he sits on the burgundy sofa. the slick floor’s a sheeny beige color, and in the background, played some old vintage noir.

‘sunset boulevard’, one of satoru’s favorites.

he preferred lots of silent films and adored more than anything when the two of you would watch them together. he’s got on a silk red robe, twirling a bit of his white shown chest hair with a finger. “life on the water. sounds romantic, yeah?”

“what if we drowned, ‘toru,” you mumble, stepping out of the bathroom. the floor was made of slick glass crystals that made up the smooth texture, and you then pause—staring at the white haired man. he’s pretty, manspread and laid back with his hair slickly parted. ever since he’s met you, he grew his hair out a little and it slightly flows near his shoulders a bit. still unkempt and parted, it gives him a more maturely modern look.

his dimples poke near the inside of his cheeks before he simpers. “princess, we won’t drown,” and he sets aside his glass. satoru’s bright eyes linger toward your sundress—one of the many he’s bought you within in the past month.

it fit perfectly, it’s a cerulean blue color that almost matches his eyes.

if it was anything he liked, it was to pick out your outfits, and of course—he’d let you do the same for him. “phew,” he whistles, eyeing you carefully. “you look gorgeous. like always,” he murmurs, averting his eyes away from the screen and now giving you his uninvited attention. your plush thighs cling together before you feel the room of the yacht grow abnormally warm. “oh, right. the other surprise i wanted to show you, c’mere.”

“okay,” you mumble, making your way toward him. satoru slouches back against the cushioned sofa, spreading his legs even wider. slut, he knew what he was doing with his robe slit halfway open, exposing his growing chest hair. a snowy white curl of hairs glue against his chest and you gawk further down toward his lengthy happy trail. god, you found yourself swallowing thickly the more you stared and you could see the smug grin forming against his thin lips. “what . . is it?”

“i remember a few weeks ago you said you wanted to try tabs chocolate,” satoru mumbles, and you watch as he pulls out a thin black cover of rich chocolate. your eyes widened.

he remembered?

you stare at the pricey covered casing, already smelling the cocoa from the wrap. it was true . .

you teased satoru about wanting to try tabs chocolate one day, just to see if it was really real. you were curious on if the chocolate really could help invigorate and arouse people in the bedroom. satoru shrugs, glancing at the cursive writing displayed on the candy. “. . so, i got it for us both. i don’t think it really works, by the way.”

with an eye roll, you plop down on his lap. a beefy arm snakes around your waist before you grab the slim package. “i checked the ratings online. ‘m pretty sure it works, satoru,” and he gives you a complacent nod with his hands raising teasingly. calling your bluff quietly, he watches you tear the plastic all the way open. his eyes follow your fingers and how they swiftly drag away at the nearly wrapped material. once everything’s removed, it’s an entire dark chocolate bar with three perfectly attached squares. even the smell was arousing. “do you wanna try it at the same time?”

“how ‘bout you feed it to me,” satoru coos, and you feel what you think is his leg prodding underneath you. “i’ll feed you yours, sweetheart.”

damn, even his sentences sounded vaguely dirty.

you felt a lump grow in your throat before you blink thrice, holding up the bar of candy. “f. . fine,” you huff, and you watch as his perfectly parted lips sprawl apart. at the same time, you both slowly feed each other a small bite of the chocolate. the moment the rich taste of maca cocoa and sugar falls onto your salivating tastebuds, you let off a soft hum. it’s sweet, but you remember reading online that the effects would take a good twenty to thirty minutes to kick in.

satoru chews it, swallowing it and he scoffs. “honey, i think you just got scammed. nothing’s happening—”

famous last words. .

because not even thirty minutes later, satoru finds himself dived nose-first right between your legs.

he’s feral, on his knees for you and all. usually, satoru would shower you with lots of foreplay, kissing down your neck, your thighs, every part and inch of your body — but now, he couldn’t.

not when he felt so hot, his body felt like it was it was scorchingly on fire. and of course, satoru being satoru just had to lick your fingers after you fed him his single piece of chocolate.

you’re laid up on the sofa now, whimpering with a hand digging through his shaggy white locks.

satoru’s the most deranged he’s ever been, and you’ve seen him feral for you in more ways than you could count. he’s laying his tongue flat, lapping up your sweet folds, still tasting the chocolate on his tongue with the mixture of your own slick.

“f- fuuuck,” he’d huff, feeling his heart beat thump through his ears. it was barely even a big bite and he was like this. you couldn’t help but imagine how he’d be if he ate the entire bar.

you’re moaning, glancing out the window and taking in the breathtaking view of the dancing choppy waves staring right back at you. a pretty serene canvas of rotating waters—you found yourself getting lost at the sea, gazing at how the waters would violently crash against the bottom of the yacht. it’s a mesmerizing view. after a while, your eyes move back down toward satoru who’s still between your legs. he’s lowly groaning, slowly rutting his hips into the edge of the sofa. “ ‘s like the candy makes you taste sweeter.”

“don’t stop s- satoru,” you moan, making sure to keep a firm grip on his head. his pretty lashes were closed shut whilst he’s swirling counterclockwise circles against your puffed clit.

fuck, you felt a gasping shriek snatch out from the back of your throat once you felt him starting to suck. he was always messy - always.

tangled strings of saliva would dribble down past the corners of his lips, flopping onto your sweet cunt. satoru had the kind of tongue where you’d feel him everywhere.

he flicks it around everywhere, spelling out every letter of his name before spitting on it, licking it up directly afterwards. a palm smears his bubbling saliva before he laps it up again, thrusting his tongue in and out. “ooooh,” you’d squeal, feeling him wrap his mouth around your pussy. you’re twitching inside every few seconds and he feels your cute dramatic pulses. beryl blue eyes that blissfully shine against the sunlight flicker up at you briefly and he’s got that same smug grin again.

“mphm, pull on it,” he grunts, and you whine once he traps your swollen clit between his teeth, holding your throbbing nub hostage. satoru can feel himself getting more and more hard, all because of the sweet melodic sounds that left from your lips.

both lips, on one end you’re hysterically moaning and the next, you’re squelching repeatedly.

his favorite thing to listen to—satoru’s favorite place out of all the places he’s taken you to, had to be between your thighs.

at his words, you weakly give him a soft tug, grabbing a nice handful of his perfect locks and he gets tugged forward. “good girl,” he huskily grumbles, resuming to lick two long stripes up and down against your cunt. forever more, he’s savoring your syrupy taste that lingers on his tongue and dribbles from the chin down, moaning from the aftertaste of the chocolate that just won’t go away. “god, this view’s even prettier than the ocean,” he licks his lips, and you feel yourself pulsate once he breaks away for a split moment to catch irregular breaths.

satoru swipes a thumb over his naturally glossed lips, whistling against your pussy just to feel your sensitive nub throb on his tongue even more.

“oh, she’s a cutie,” he rasps, white brows pursing together. he pulls out two long fingers, preparing to delve them inside. “so pretty ‘n all soaked just for me,” and you moan, your thighs curling around his shoulders. squiiish, the moment he’s easing his lengthy thin fingers inside, you gush out a bit right on him. you were indeed wet . . sopping.

you were already a bit drenched from before, and with the chocolate, you felt even more aroused. it felt like being on a rush - a sugar rush.

satoru huskily coos, delicately curling his fingers further inside before he reaches your g-spot within just two inches of a stretch. “there it is, there’s my other favorite girl.”

“sato—fuucckk,” you drag out your pathetic words, gradually moving his head to side against your sopping cunt with one hand. he’s got his mouth full, stuffed, and his entire face was just flushed from being squished between your thighs. “like that, s- suck my clit, baby.”

“baby, huh?” he mocks your sudden pet name, feeling your fingers comb through his messy frosted strands. embarrassment washes over you and he chortles, finding your reaction to his teasing downright adorable. you whimper as he’s still vigorously scissoring long twin digits inside of you. as your stomach submissively caves in, you start to gnaw on the bottom of your lip. “aw, don’t be shy. i like bein’ called petnames too, y’know,” he whispers against your cunt, watching how easily you soak up both fingers.

your folds couldn’t help but drool. streams of your own slick cascade down between the crevices of your thighs and coat the entirety of his fingers.

with a rosy flat tongue, he slurps you clean, taking every few seconds to pull his fingers out - only to push them right back in.

as your eyes squeeze shut, you start to feel your teeth clench and shatter together from the rhyming pressure.

there, once the fat tips of his fingers poke against your g-spot again, and again, and again. .

that was all it took for you to let off a cute three second shriek. abruptly, a sharp twisting coil snaps within you and he feels your thighs turbulently shake within his feeble grasp.

“fuck, fuck,” you whine, feeling his lukewarm breath continue to ghost against your clit. you couldn’t stay still for the life of you—it was as if every muscle in your body snapped once you came, your jaw dropped and your eyes widened.

“ohmygodohmygod,” you ramble, and satoru’s still flicking his tongue against your sobbing slit.

you’re making a mess out of him and he’s eating it up - like always. his pointed chin’s got such a pretty glimmer of shine all thanks to your glimmering slick running down. with a echoing ‘pop’, he slides his fingers out of your cunt, stretching his digits further apart just to see how your sap glues against them. “ngh, s- satoru you’re so nasty.”

“only nasty for you, sweetheart,” he cheekily whispers, leaning further in to give your cunt one single kiss.

it’s a soft passionate smooch that makes you throb against his lips. only satoru gojo could make out with your pussy right between your thighs. you’re speechless—you could feel yourself still shaking from your recent orgasmic release, the ringing in your ears never subsiding.

satoru’s pretty azul eyes remain fixated on your wet cunt before he gives it one final suck of departure. “mmph,” and his growing white stubble starts to drench even more all because of your sweet slickness that smears against your the lower part of his face. “fuck, ‘m still hungry. ‘s not enough.”

as your legs twitch and remain spread apart, you’re gasping for air as you watch him take breaths of his own to collect himself. “don’t pout,” he huffs, sitting up to close the distance between you both. with his hair all ruffled and tangled—he grinds himself into you. “oh. you want a taste too, pretty?”

“y- yeah,” you nod with droopy eyes, feeling the same amounts of sheer heat.

satoru’s flushed just as much as you, and it seems like as he’s leaning into you, he’s moving in slow motion. once his lips crash onto yours, you moan into his mouth.

he wastes no time shoving his tongue down your throat, pulling on the straps of your sundress. you feel a wolffish grin curl against his lips once his tongue delves even further into your mouth, feeling you part your own away. satoru can’t help but grind against your warm body, feeling your legs hook around his waist. even the touch—the skin against skin makes you both even more hotter. it’s like static rubbing off against each other, and you were about to feel yourself short circuit any minute.

“fuck, ‘toru,” you whimper between sultry sloppy kisses, loud teeth smacking and clashing together. you slowly drag a hand down his hairy chest, twirling a frosty strand around your finger.

the taste — it’s candied sweet.

the rich cocoa still lingers on both twisting tongues and you moan, feeling him nip his teeth near your lip. “you’re perfect,” he gruffly purrs, his voice having its same deep rasp. his kisses become more and more filthy and rough and he playfully licks underneath your chin. “mhm, woman you drive me crazy.”

satoru was still very much hard though—very.

you could feel his boner poke from his robe, it must’ve felt painful.

he was so hard, it outlines against the silky woven fabric the more he grinds into you. satoru couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he’s leaving an invisible trail of kisses all down the slope of your neck, sucking against your tender exposed skin. you always tasted sweet than any chocolate he’s ever eaten.

but it’s to his surprise once you lightly push him back against the cushioned sofa.

“hmph! hey,” he falls back, white strands sticking across his perspiring forehead. satoru eyes you with a bewildered look, wondering what’s with the sudden bratty glint shining in your dilated irises. “that was rude, princess. oughta—”

“lie back,” only two words and he was at your very command. satoru couldn’t lie, whenever you had the audacity to give him orders . . he found it hot.

even if it didn’t last that long,

the white haired man slouches back at your command, roving his eyes down your body. he studies the pretty sundress that hugs against your curves and the way you move.

satoru ogles openly as you made your way on top, straddling him before slowly throwing your arms over his broad shoulders. “relax satoru,” you’d breathe, and he groans the moment electrifying friction kneads against his lap. all because of your hips swerving on his raging boner, you cause a spark that ignites within you both. to say you were a ‘mere’ tease was an understatement. “like that, hold my hips baby,” and his big hands gradually move toward your rocking waist. you start to jerk against him real slowly, casually grinding yourself on his lap. you swerved around, guiding his hands to where you wanted them to go.

“oh, s. . sweetheart,” he choked out a nervous laugh, his boner steadily arising underneath his robe.

for a moment, the two of you forget that you’re both on a yacht, surrounded by nothing but smooth pretty bodies of water. it was as if it was only you and him in the entire world. time stood still. it was like you were moving slow, and the more your body moved, the slower time got.

satoru stares at the way you playfully sway your hips against his. he groans, the cloth from his robe that protects his hardened cock continuing to rub against his skin. “you’re killin’ me here. let me touch some more at least.”

“ask nicely,” you lean in closely, pressing a kiss near the left side of his cheek. satoru shivers from your touch, his jaw feeling heavy. such a tease, but that’s what he got for spoiling you rotten.

with a near pout, satoru grumps. “please, sweetheart,” and his big hands glide toward your active waist anyway. “let me touch my pretty girl while she’s movin’ her cute hips on me,” and his playfulness returns within a blink of an eye. you hear the cheekiness in his voice and he leans in to nip a kiss near your neck. “fuckin’ brat.”

“then do something about it.” you whisper with a coy grin, resuming your salaciously addictive movements against his lap. satoru grunts, his brows contorting together in frustration before he grabs your wrists, pinning them up.

satoru’s now got you in a secure grasp and a hand snakes down your waist, giving your ass a soft squeeze. a jiggling nice chunk goes into his palm before he seductively licks up your neck. “i plan to, little girl.”

and he did.

one second you’re on his lap—the next, you’re lightly being slammed on all fours, cheek smushed ruthlessly against the padded sofa.

you squeak out a tiny gasp, feeling him practically tear your sundress apart. satoru groans, staring at your bare ass cheek that’s peeking out of your loose clothing. you’ve got a bratty smile twirling against your lips but it soon fades away once you feel that.

his fat tip—satoru brings it up towards the opening of your sopping cunt, smacking it three times against your folds. “you’ve got some nerve, sweetheart,” he clicks his tongue, hearing your broken whimpers return.

god, even your pussy felt warm against him. fiery electricity surges through you both and he hisses, watching as your pulsating pussy desperately tries to swallow his cock wholly.

he’s so big, you knew it and you didn’t even have to face him directly. all you had to do was feel.

his tip was round and thick, reddened with a rosé flushed color. satoru tosses his head back, feeling your pussy twitch against him as a sloppy greeting of its own.

“heh. she’s so excited,” he breathes through clenched teeth, already breaking a sweat. the yacht continues to slowly create distance in the background but at that point, no one was even thinking about the yacht. “so. fuckin’. wet.”

he smacks his weighty dick against the outside entrance of your pussy, hearing the sloshing whines squawk out of your poor needy folds. as he’s hitting his tip against your cunt, he purposely punctuates his words with tap.

“satoruuuu.” you’d moan, desperately aching for him to just go in already. you wanted it, and the searing heat you felt coursing through your veins just from the chocolate made you throb ten times more.

“i know, baby. i know,” he coos in a rough voice, talking over your whiny babbles. panting heavily,

satoru glances down once his leaking tip finally disappears inside of your drenched cunt. you let off a shaky breath, even going so far as to wriggling your ass back against him just so he could hurry the fuck up.

“tsk. so impatient,” he snickers, velvet straps of his robe skimming against his skin. satoru’s got a bulbous fat curve and with a single hand, he gives his cock a few stroking pumps.

one, two, three . .

he groans once a bit of loose skin from his coral colored frenulum peels back. as he’s stroking himself every few milliseconds, a prodding vein pokes against his palm. bristles of white hairs that glue against his thickset base tickle against his skin.

“mhm, gonna take my time with you. now let’s see that cute arch. just like we practiced.”

moaning, your back raises slightly with your knees cowardly burying themselves into the sofa. “mmph,” and he lightly pushes your head further into the cushion. his tip was so close.

he’s hitting you from behind with his thrusts slowly, on purpose.

he wants to hear those sweet sounds cry out from your lips. satoru grunts once he’s finally going in, thick cock stretching around your elastically stretched walls.

you’re so soft — sweet gummy flesh compressing around him with such ease, wringing him tight like a vice. satoru groans, giving his chiseled hips a single shimmy before pursing his lips together.

“thaaat’s it, hngh. this pussy knows it’s place,” he grouses, and your eyes widen once you feel his plumpish tip delve further between each corner of your slick cunt. he’s fucking thick, and within seconds later he was already inches in.

once his flushing crown disappears inside of your cunt, you whimper once he gives you one single thrust that causes your entire body underneath him to quake. “fuck, ‘s so sensitive,” satoru nearly whines, still feeling tingly from the saccharine flavored treat. he’s panting heavily, mouth dangling open and all. “how’s it feel, sweetheart? ‘m not going too rough, yeah? talk to me.”

“good. feels good, ngh. don’t stop, ‘toru. harder,” you beg, a hand of yours reaching from behind, crawling near your ass. you eye satoru through your blurred peripherals as you turn slightly around and he flashes you a sleazy grin.

that’s the look he makes before he’s about to fuck you stupid,

that’s the look where his eyes were hooded and half lidded, panting heavily like a dog with multiple thin strands of white hair sticking across his forehead.

you were fucked, literally. .

“hah, wasn’t gonna,” he moans, feeling his cock grow insanely sensitive. it was in a way he couldn’t explain—so hot, his head swells up once he starts to move.

as he’s trying to create a decent rhythm with his hips, he’s oscillating deeply into your core. sloppy thrusts pound into you with such carnal vigor that he’s basically humping against your cunt.

every few elongated seconds that dragged out, his tip mercilessly smacks against that target buried deep inside your cunt, striking a perfect bullseye.

‘x’ makes the spot, and his dick always knew where to locate your clit — every single time.

it doesn’t take long before satoru loses it, and he’s losing his momentum. his movements consisted of want and ache.

the head of satoru’s cock was turgid, slowly dragging in and out of your puffed clit as you damp up his entire length. you whimper, feeling the legs of the sofa rattle and jitter from underneath you both. he’s got mean deep strokes that leaves your jaw dropped, toes curled, tummy churning all from how good he’s hitting you.

you’re cutely smothered into the pillows with your mouth just pried open, forming a small gasping ‘o.’

every stroke, every hit, every smack against your ass, you felt like you were on cloud nine - the lewd dirty version no one ever talks about though.

satoru’s got a big hand tracing down the curvature of your waist that later trails down toward your ass. he can’t help but feel against the thin fabric of the sundress, tempted to just rip it off it you. he’d be happy to buy you dozens more anyway.

“fuck me, fuck me satoru,” your eyes roll crisscross, and your entire body feels itself repeatedly ringing from the merciless slaps of skin hitting against each other with determined might to reach his well awaited potency.

he’s bucking his hips against you, watching as tears of sweat start to race down the cracked valley of your ass. “fuck, ‘toru, satoru—ah!”

“heh, sweetheart the walls aren’t soundproof,” satoru playfully bonks the back of your head. your moaning falters, and he chuckles mid-thrust. “aw, don’t be embarrassed,” and you let off a soft gasp once he presses his sharp hips all the way against you. a beefy arm wraps around your neck in a safe hold before he grunts in a husky whisper right up against your ear canal. “ ‘m sure the captain won’t mind, be as loud as you want.”

“s- shit,” you whimper, already starting to feel your thighs struggle to stay afloat. satoru towers over you completely, rutting into you from behind with irregular toe-curling hits.

he’s meanly jackhammering you further into the sofa, the screeching sounds of the seagulls outside growing louder. the loud reverberating claps of skin that roughly ricochet against skin makes your ears ring like bells on a wedding day.

as he’s feeling his cock tighten inside of you, he’s now got you in prone bone. he’s so close to you, hovering his weight behind you with his sculptured hips glued to your ass.

satoru’s thrusts now go slow, slow but deep, making sure you feel, savor, and devour every single inch. “ugh, that spot ‘toru, right fuckin’ there. ‘m close.”

a hand goes over your mouth and you let of a muffled, ‘mmph?’ as he’s still fucking you raw.

satoru’s popping his bulbous crownhead in and out of your stuffed pussy before lowly groaning once coolly air briefly sets against his skin.

“watch that mouth,” and you whimper, feeling his free hand grab near your neglected breasts. you lean into his touch, feeling a bit of your own saliva dribble onto his palm. a thumb of his swipes against your perked nipples that poke through your sundress and you let off a muffled moan. “such a filthy pretty mouth. ‘s a shame,” and he leans in more, licking a stripe near your neck. “i don’t think girls with colorful mouth’s should cum. do you think they should?”

as if on cue, your head raises up and down, doing a cute attempt of a nod as he’s still got your mouth covered. satoru’s still thwacking his fat cockhead into your g-spot continuously until your brain’s short circuiting.

“awww, yeah?” he hums, pressing a kiss near the back of your head. and oh, he’s cocky again, deepening his hits against your core. removing his arm from around your neck, he raises your hips up just a little bit for a more better and thorough angle. “too bad, because i wasn’t talkin’ to you, silly girl.”

and you moan even louder once a rude buck of his hips snaps into you at such untamed speed. you gasp right away, your entire body trembling beneath the sofa. “talkin’ to her,” and as his hand drags down your back, he maneuvers a few circles against your stuffed clit.

you’re whimpering, occasionally glancing out the window. the waves continue to crash against the port side of the yacht background — beautiful.

you’d never get used to the view. the salty smell of the sea wafts against your flaring nostrils as you’re literally being stuffed full of cock, eyes rolling back with your back completely arched. satoru’s so big, splitting you open with his vast mushroom tip so easily. “god, she’s got so much to say today, listen to her cute ‘lil sentences,” and he briefly pulls out, hearing your cunt ‘pop’ out a word or two, wetly squelching from the continuous thrusts.

satoru’s throbbing cock drooled from the sides with seeping white droplets of pre-cum and he groans once he feels himself tightening yet again.

“fuck mee,” and he takes a second to stare at your pretty cunt that’s got your folds slobbering with so much honeyed glistening sap. “aw, she said no,” he teases, dragging a sleazy thumb down your pleading saturated entrance. your mess quickly soaks against his fingertips, making him just as wet as you. satoru feels you writhing against his touch, begging for him to finish and he chuckles. he tsks, wrapping a hand around his shaft before another hand wraps around your neck. hmm. does the pretty baby deserve it? after that ‘lil stunt you tried to pull on me?”

“s- satoru, please,” you moan, feeling your weak legs gradually buckle against the fuzzy furniture. you swallowed whatever pride you had left, feeling your mouth suddenly grow dry as the anticipation grew.

you were so close - right there. practically. gnawing on the bars of your enclosure.

he knew had to tease you, keep you on the edge of your toes. with your ass cutely trying to raise up and move back against him, you let off a sobbing moan. “lemme cum, please. ‘m sorry.”

“no you’re not, sweetheart,” he whispers. aligning himself again between your sniveling slick slit, his wide pink tip leisurely starts to stretch throughout your gummy walls yet again. oh, that part. the way his hefty hanging curve twists its way inside, you felt like you were tasting literal ecstasy. “are ya?”

“no,” you moan, still having a bit of brat left in you.

satoru snickers, the expensive band of his watch gliding against your hip as he holds you in place.

“at least you’re honest,” and you shudder, feeling him lick a long stripe up your sensitive jugular. his girth was so broad and wide, you feel him dip every inch inside of your cunt and you were sure you were gonna break.

he treated you like a doll—specifically a rag doll, tossing you and fucking you where it hits good.

but, fuck was satoru was ruthless.

he’s unapologetically sloppy with his thrusts, making you grind back into his pivoting hips. as his sack hangs back against his loose skin, he smears his lax lips together, groaning at how effortlessly you were squeezing against him.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me cum too, sweetheart,” and as his body’s still pressed right against yours, he hoarsely grunts lowly against your ear. “give it t’ me, make a mess on ‘toru, baby.”

his words poured into your ears like silk, smooth like honey. each sentence he spoke had an effect on you, more than the love chocolates ever did . .

you felt your pussy sporadically convulsing just from his raspy out of breath tone alone.

satoru’s rotund cockhead continues to bruise against your cervix, sloppily kissing around each spot until you’re practically screaming out his name. “louderrr,” he purrs, kissing down your neck once more.

the coarse smacks of skin continue to echo against the walls of the spacious yacht bedroom and satoru grunts.

oh, he’s whipped.

his hips start to slow down by each second, and you feel that pressure within you finally snap. “that’s my girl, thaaaat’s it,” and he talks over your whimpers yet again, creating a wet trail of kisses down your shown shoulder blade. “atta girl, atta fuckin’ girl.”

the both of you groan in unison and after a while, he shortly follows. satoru’s cock was so full, he’s snapping his hips into you at such a wicked speed that you could barely keep up. his stamina was simply unmatched.

you let off a whine and so does he—seeping his teeth into your neck. “hngh, fuckin’ shit.” and as he grabs both of your hips, slowly reeling you back into him - he’s cumming, hard.

thick ropes slowly spurt into you, spraying right near your womb and he lets off the sexiest moan.

it lasts for a good seconds, and it’s like he got defeated — your pussy being the opponent. .

satoru’s washboard abs flex beneath his rope as his head tosses back. it’s an almost growl that leaves his lips. his sensitive tip locks into your tightening entrance, still feeling ribbons of satiny ropes dribble into you at such a snail like pace. it’s so much.

he’s staring to pant more and more as globs of sweat pouring down the sides of his forehead. satoru’s cock shrivels up inside of you and he gives your ass a soft spank. his sweltering hot crown stills itself inside of your cunt as he stays still, lavishing in the sensitivity of both slick mounds enjoy the sticky feelings of fluids combining in lewd felicity. both bodies rut against each other and now it was his turn for his eyes to roll back.

“s- satoru,” you quietly whimper out, feeling the bubbles of creamy wads ooze down between the fat crevices of your thighs.

a lustrously white ring forms around his tender base before he gradually starts to pull himself out. you’re still reclined, feeling your entire body heat up even more. your sundress was still pulled up to your waist and he groans, tugging at the fabric with one hand, another touching his own mess he just created that’s spilling down your thighs.

“such a sloppy girl,” he huffs, out of breath. even still, he’s cumming inside and merrily fills you up to the very brim.

you moan once he slides back in, only to pull his aching tip right back out out. it’s another loud ‘pop’ that resounds through each of your twitching ears.

holding a sharp breath, satoru’s cock slathers itself against your drooling pussy before smacking it against your folds yet again. “look at that, ‘m never gonna get tired of that sight.”

satoru ends up fucking you stupid for hours on his yacht.

in all positions—any position, he moved you toward the bed, folding your poor limbs like a pretzel while his cock continued to massage through your walls by stretching you open. satoru made sure you never forget the barrage he made inside with his lengthy length.

satoru was always whipped for you, but it’s like with the addition of chocolate, it made him ten times more feral. ten times more feral for you.

he’s hungry, you could see the look in his eyes. how his pupils were blown, how he made sure to give you romantically deep yet nasty strokes.

his body would rock against you in sync against your own while the yacht that carried you both continued to judder in the background.

he pumped you full—stuffing you entirely again, and again, and again . . simply put, he was virile.

like he said before, you drove him crazy, and he was starting to think to himself, maybe . . just maybe, you weren’t just his sugar baby anymore.

each time he’d spray a generous amount of cum inside of you, he’d let out a loud guttural groan. he’s weak from how warm you feel from the inside, and your moans for him to keep going only fueled him. satoru’s a literal animal, manhandling your body and fucking you everywhere he possibly could in the master bedroom.

the sofa, the bed, the wall, against the mirror. .

his favorite,

he loved to wrap a hand around your throat, making you stare at your lewd facial expressions right with him. the way your glossed lips would part and your eyes would widen once he makes you stare at the slight bulge that pokes against the lower part of your tummy. he’d serenade something to your ear in a purring deep voice like, “feel me there, sweetheart?” making you touch the exact spot he was hitting.

a pearly stream of his seed dribbles outside of your folds and now, he’s got you in nothing more but an intimate mating press.

“eyes up here,” he rasps a soft panting tone, gently prying your hands away from your face.

he’d just coaxed you through yet another orgasm, and your entire body felt like it just ran a marathon. you were sure by now the effects of the chocolate had worn off for the both of you - it did.

but with satoru, he looked like those many rounds didn’t even faze him. not one.

he’s still lodged inside of your cunt, his tip spitting out thick ropes for the nth time of the night and he groans. your eyes glance down his snowy happy trail and glance at his sharp v-line that’s tensing up from the stimulation. “you . . took me so well,” and he leans in, pressing a tender kiss against your lips.

“mmf—” your arms wrap around him, entrapping his skin waist with your legs. his toned body rocks itself into you for just a few more times before he steadily pulls out. his flaccid cock rests against your bare tummy and you moan, tasting the last few remnants of sugar that lies on his tongue.

satoru’s heart beats rapidly, and once he opens his eyes to stare at you, he knew you were dangerous.

tresses of white hair glue against your skin once his forehead lightly pressed against yours. within seconds, after he found himself pulling you into another deep kiss, something was different. this time, out of all the kisses you shared with him, you think this one meant something more.

it was far more slow and passionate, his body rocks against yours and he groans in your mouth, feeling your hands scratch down his soft skin. you leave a painting of scratches all down his back, a canvas he can’t wait to look at later.

as your tongue continues to tangle with his, strands of spit form into translucent cobwebs before he starts to suck on your tongue. “god, woman you drive me insane,” and he pulls away, completely out of breath. his pretty lips were all glossed and swollen, and he cups your face. “sweets, i—,” he cuts off, locking eyes with you.

his heart was pounding,

telling him to say it - just say it.

but the way you gave him that look . . your arms remain wrapped around him, limbs tangled with each other and he lets out a soft sigh. delicately, he pulls out and watches you let off a soft moan once you were now clenching around nothing.

“ah,” he shakes his head, leaning in to press a kiss against the corner of your quivering lip. “i . .” and a lump gets caught in his throat.

you strum a thumb against his undercut, a simple gesture that you knew would always soothe him.

the white haired man leans into your touch, his heart practically yelling at him to just spit the words out before he speaks against your lips, slowly lifting up your leg, kissing your ankle.

“i think . . i think ‘m in love with you, sweetheart.”

[bartxnhood]

mayberry | t.o

tyler owens x fem!reader

based on this request: Requesting one, where Tyler and his crew chasing the tornado as casual but there's a twist (it can be a happy or angst ending) what if the tornado they chase was heading to where reader lives, today he was planning on asking her to move on with him after they finished another successful on making the tornado gone yet when he noticed where it was going he drives faster and trying to outrun the tornado.

warnings: descriptions of tornadoes, reader loses her house, blood, cuts.

w/c: 1.8k

requests open

not proofread

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“shes a pistol, ty. hope you can handle her” javier begins, removing his sunnies and leans against his white truck while looking at tyler across the driveway of your mothers house.

tyler smiles to himself at the mention of you. he looks in his wallet, a picture of you and him at a rodeo. you’re wearing his red flannel and white cowboy hat as you kiss his cheek.

a picture he treasured most. no one knew about this picture in his wallet. it was his own little secret, you didn’t even know he had the polaroid.

tyler and you both majored in meteorology throughout your time in college. storm chasers had a limited dating pool. nobody was willing to chase after these monstrous storms in such a way and then return to laugh about it over a few beers.

that’s why he took such a liking to you.

tyler didn't try to hide his feelings first. he would constantly try to convince you to go out with him or do something else, but you would never accept his advances. you didn't believe that you could put up with his ego.

till you began chasing with him.

since then, you saw a side of him that you didn’t know. tyler was a kind hearted man, caring for the people that fell victim to these storms. he was so intelligent that it made you rethink your own decisions, that was rare.

before you knew it, you started falling for tyler owens. the rest is history.

“i’m thinkin bout asking her to move in with me after we get this storm tonight.” tyler confesses to javier, a sly smirk on his face. javier’s eyebrows raise, cocking his hip to the side and crossing his arms.

“you think she’ll say yes?”

tyler presses his lips into a thin smile, stuffing his wallet into his back pocket where it belongs. “i hope so.” he answers, looking up towards the house.

tyler had decided it was time to take the next step with you. he had been thinking about asking you to move in with him for a while now, and he was sure it was the right decision.

he loved you deeply and couldn’t imagine his life without you. he wanted to wake up next to you every morning, cook breakfast together, and spend evenings cuddled up on the couch watching movies.

the thought of you living together filled him with excitement and joy, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when he popped the question.

“guys!” lilly hollers, exiting the rv, running towards the pair. “we have huge activity southeast. we gotta move, now!”

there’s a tension that settled in over the group as they all scrambled to get their things together and radars ready.

tyler’s first thought was you. he takes off, boots stomping in the puddles as he swings the screen door open.

“y/n?” he hollers, taking his sunglasses off.

“up here!” you answer, drying your hair after a shower.

you watch in the mirror as tyler appears in the doorway, “whats up?” you ask, dropping your hand by your sides. “there’s one southeast. big one.” he’s almost grinning hoping to get you excited but his smile drops when you don’t react.

there’s a silence as you begin to rake product through the ends of your hair. “cmon, we don’t wanna miss it. lilly says it’ll touch down in an hour at least.”

“m’not goin” you reply, looking into his eyes from the mirror. “what? whaddya mean?”

“it’s mom” you answer, followed by a sigh. “she’s doing bad again, she’s freaking out over it and i’m just gonna stay with her. the house isn’t in the path so it should be fine” you say, turning to him.

you can see a soft frown on his lips as he looks down at you, “we always chase together.”

you smile sadly, and nod. you let your hand come up and caress his cheek. “i know, darlin. we’ll get the next one i promise.”

you press a quick kiss on his lips, “be safe, baby.” he replies, kissing the top of your head and heading off with the crew.

the atmosphere was thick and heavy with a sense of impending doom as the tornado began to take shape. the clouds churned and wracked, twisting into a massive, menacing funnel cloud. the noise was deafening, a high-pitched roar that seemed to come from everywhere at once.

gusts of wind howled like a beast, tearing at anything in their path. this was no ordinary twister; this was an EF5, the most powerful and destructive tornado there was. it loomed on the horizon, a sinister harbinger of disaster.

tyler, now chasing the storm, was strapped into his well-worn red dodge. his eyes fixed on the churning sky as he chased a massive storm through the southeast landscapes. his truck was a trusted companion, having borne him through countless weather events.

its engine roared confidently as tyler navigated the treacherous terrain, seeking the perfect position to observe the storm up close and capture its raw power. he was fueled by a deep passion for the spectacle of the weather and driven by the adrenalin rush of being in the heart of the swirling chaos.

“you seein this, T?!” boone hollers from the passenger seat. “i’m seein it boone!” he yells back, knuckles white on the steering wheel.

tyler doesn’t remove his eyes from the storm raging in the wheat field, but something feels off. something isn’t right.

“what is it, ty?” javier calls over the radio noticing his decreasing speed. tyler is too mesmerized by the black clouds, he doesn’t reply. “T?” boone calls.

“something’s wrong.” he mumbles, “the path..the path is changing!” he says hurriedly watching the surroundings.

lilly pipes from the backseat, “its moving northwest! heading straight for mayberry!”

“shit.” tyler hits his steering wheel before making a sharp turn, turning around.

“the path is shifting!” boone alerts over the radio.

tyler’s heart launched in his chest watching the twister hurtling towards the small town where you lived. he’d often worried about this, and now his worst nightmare was unfolding before his eyes.

his grip tightened on the steering wheel, and his eyes darkened as he gunned the engine, pushing the red dodge to its limits. he had to get to you, had to make sure you were safe. his mind raced as he calculated how much time he had, the seconds ticking away in an excruciating countdown.

there was no warning, the storm was moving too unpredictably. you should’ve monitored it closer, you should’ve been more prepared.

the house trembled violently as the tornado tore through the neighborhood.

the windows shattered, spraying glass everywhere. the walls creaked and groaned, buckling under the immense pressure of the onslaught.

pictures fell from the walls, their frames splattering on the floor. furniture was hurled around like toys, breaking apart as it smashed into the remaining walls.

“mom!” you holler, staying low to the ground reaching out for her. she takes your hand and you pull her close to your body.

“hold on tight!” you scream.

the two of you huddled together, their screams blending into the cacophony, their eyes wide with terror. outside, the world had become a blur of debris and chaos, the swirling vortex ripping everything apart in its path.

tyler stepped out of his truck followed by boone and lilly. his heart thudding heavily in his chest as he saw the destruction hoping beyond hope that she was safe. but the sight that greeted him was a nightmare. your once-cheerful home had been reduced to a pile of rubble, the remnants of your life scattered among the wreckage. the tornado had ripped through the property, leaving destruction in its wake.

the property wasn’t recognizable, the only way he knew it was your home was your white jeep wrapped around the willow tree.

tyler’s hands come up and run thorough his hair, “oh god..” he breathes. “jesus christ..” boone says just above a whisper.

tyler can’t let his emotions get the best of him. he needed to find you.

“y/n!” he hollers.

“y/n!” lilly screams. “ms.l/n” boone calls for your mom.

tyler pushes his way through the debris, his eyes scanning the rubble for any sign of you.

he continued to pulled lumber, pillars, glass and furniture for what felt like hours. “y/n!” his heart thudding against his chest with every moment that passed. panic clawed at his gut as he continued his desperate search.

finally, he heard a faint sound, like a whimper. he turned, and there you were, buried under a pile of rubble.

his breath caught in his throat as he carefully dug you out, his hands trembling.

as your face came into view, it was smeared with dirt and blood, but your eyes widened with relief as you saw him. “t?” you rasp.

he gently picked you up, cradling you against him like a fragile doll.

"i'm here," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "im here, and you're going to be okay."

you wince, standing on the unstable ground. “mom..” you croak, tears brimming down your eyes again. “she’s down there..”

tyler nods, he looks back at boone and was about to go down and search for her but boone stops him. “i got her.”

boone disappears in the pile of rubble, then he emerges with your mother in his arms. “we need an ambulance!”

tyler nods and leaves you with lilly to call for first responders.

“‘m fine, t.” you say, say in the back of the ambulance. “just makin sure..” he whispered taking your arm in his hands and scanning your skin. he needed to make sure you weren’t seriously injured, even though you were just checked out by ems.

“t..” you sighs as he continues, his hand snow on either side of your face moving your head around still checking. “tyler.” you call him again, this time your hands gripping his wrists.

his eyes meet yours, the sign of tears still staining your cheeks. “i’m okay, i promise” you assure, smiling. “jus glad you made it to me, how’d you know?”

tyler shrugs, “the wind started morning north, learned it from you.” he answers, coming to your side and pulling you in.

you stay there for a while, the sirens flooding your ears and the lights illuminating the place where your home once stood. tyler rubs your shoulders and pulls the emergency blanket tighter around your body.

you lean your head against his shoulder and wrap your arm around his. “is now a bad time to ask if you want to live with me?” he looks down at you.

“what?” you look up at him.

and maybe it wasn’t the right time, but he didn’t know if he’d ever get the chance to ask you.

“live with me. hell, bring your mom. i don’t care, just..” he reaches for your hand. “i just know that i love you and i want you around even more than you already are.” he laughs lightly, continuing to rub your shoulder.

“i would love to live with you.”

tyler smiles proudly, squeezing you closer to his side.

“now i just needa marry you.”

[bloodibambiidoll]

What if someone who had a massive crush on rafe started dressing and acting like weird girl reader in an attempt to get his attention

I think she wouldn’t live to see another day !! Just kidding… but it wouldn’t be good for her… Possessiveness, talks of weird!girl getting bullied in the past, use of a butterfly knife (no breaking skin), Barry banter, weird!girl gets just a lil crazy here, she’s at her limit what can I say !! 18+MNDI!!

You don’t who the fuck this bitch thinks she is, who she thinks you are but she is about to get a reality check real quick. You’ve been watching it slowly progress. First you saw her at one of Topper’s parties wearing fuzzy demonias and a frilly mini dress and it just got worse from there. This girl whose name you haven’t thought of in years, Brittany. She treated you like shit all through school and she spent that same amount of time begging for Rafe’s attention. Which he never gave to her. And now? She’s dressing like you and posting pictures on her Instagram story of her in the middle of the woods. You even saw she had a sonny angel on the back of her phone in one of her selfies. Just like you. She’s been showing up at parties more and she’s somehow always at the country club when you and Rafe are. She’s never caught him alone though. Not until now.

You decided to stay home tonight, Rafe was going to a party with Barry and a few of their other dealer friends and you were tired. But when you got a text from Barry that you needed to come rescue your man because some girl wouldn’t leave him alone no matter how many times he turned her down? You knew who he meant and you were out of bed putting on a quick beat and a cute little outfit immediately. You called an uber and were there in less than an hour.

When you rolled up there was music blaring and lights flashing from inside so you pushed your way through the sweaty, weed and beer smelling living room while scanning for your man in every corner. It didn’t take you long to find him. He’s sitting out on the back porch on a bench, counting money on the small table in front of him, surrounded by his guys, and fucking Brittney. Barry is in between her and Rafe but she might as well be in his fucking lap from the way she’s leaning over him to fawn over your fiancé. She’s wearing a little lace corset top and a black mini skirt which wouldn’t be that abnormal for a basic kook bitch like her but she’s wearing the same platform boots you had on last week, a studded choker, and a chunky belt to match. It makes you see red immediately.

You stomp out the back door and across the patio with tunnel vision. Your white platform Mary Jane’s clank against the ground and your little pink mini skirt swishes with every step. You walk right over to Rafe and plop down in his lap, interrupting his money counting.

“Hey, baby.” You throw your arms around his neck and smile at him sweetly, which he returns.

“Hey princess. Thought you weren’t coming. Just gimme a second to finish this up and I’m all yours, Kay?” Rafe kisses your cheek all sloppy before going back to business. Which you don’t mind because you have some business of your own to take care of. You turn sideways in his lap to see Brittany glaring over at you with her mouth agape, like she’s shocked to see you sitting in your man’s lap.

“Oh, hey, Brit! Fancy seeing you here! I didn’t know you were seeing Barry!” You smile at her sickly sweet, gesturing to the way she was splayed across his thighs. “And I love the outfit, didn’t know dressing like a weird little fucking freak was in now!!” You giggle as you throw her words that she’s spewed to you a thousand times back in her face.

“What? I’m not seeing him. What are you talking about?” She scoffs and rolls her eyes, throwing her thin mousy brown hair over her shoulder. “And this? This is what everyone is wearing now. Do you live under a rock?”

“No, I don’t. I live in my fiancés big, nice house were he fucks me so good everyday.” Her blue eyes that she sloppily applied a large eyeliner wing to blow wide as her hand flies to her chest like you just hit her. It just makes you smirk as you lean across Barry’s lap so you can get in her face.

“Well, we will see how long it takes him to get bored of you. He is Rafe Cameron after all, you never know when someone shiny and new is gonna come around.” She says it quiet enough that you don’t think in his state of focus Rafe hears her but Barry suddenly looks very scared for her. And he should. You peer over your shoulder to make sure no one is looking your way and pull the butterfly knife tucked in your garter from its place all in one move. You stare into her eyes as you flick it open, finally putting those tricks you spent hours in your room teaching yourself to good use. You lace your finger into the loop of her cheap, wannabe choker and pull her face close to yours, holding the blade to her throat.

“Shiny and new?” You chuckle darkly. “Honey, you’re so fucking ran through Rafe is probably the only man on this island that hasn’t touched you. And he never will. So ditch the act. Go back to your lulu lemon’s and stay the fuck away from my man. Before I make you.” Your voice is calm and collected but the smile on your face and the underlying tone of it, mixed with the knife you have to her throat has her shaking with fear.

“You’re fucking crazy.” She gasps and tries to pull away but you only pull her closer, not enough to cut her, but enough to threaten it. You lean in so your lips brush her ear, letting out a manic giggle.

“You don’t even know the half of it. Stay away from him. Or you’re fucked.” You give her a condescending sticky lip gloss kiss on the cheek before pulling back and flicking your knife shut. She gasps and grabs her throat like you actually slit it and it sends you into a fit of laughter as she runs off with tears streaming down her face.

“Damn girl, I didn’t know you played like that.” Barry chuckles and he looks over at you with a proud smile.

“Yo, are you flirting with my girl again?” You look over your shoulder to see Rafe tucking a wad of cash into his pocket before you feel his arm lace around your waist so he can pull you against his chest.

“Nah, I mean, maybe a little bit.” Barry sends you a smirk and a wink that has Rafe groaning into the crook of your neck. “But don’t tell me you didn’t hear alla that…”

“Oh, no, I heard it.” You feel Rafe’s lips curve into a smile on your neck. “You feelin’ a little territorial bats?”

“Oh, absolutely. Not just over you, but over being the island's resident weird girl. You don’t get to jump on the train after shitting on it.” Your face sets into a glare that sends Barry and Rafe both into a fit of laughter. “Hey! Fuck you guys! That bitch made my life a living hell, she had it coming to her!”

“Yeah? You don’t think holding a knife to her throat was a little excessive?” Rafe squeezes your sides and you try to push off of him but he just pulls you closer.

“Honestly, country club is right. It probably would’ve been less crazy if you just hit her ass.” Barry rubs his fingers over his chin, the smirk on his lips causing the grill on his teeth to glint in the low light.

“That’s rich coming from you two!!” You scoff out a laugh that has them both laughing along with you.

“But honestly though? That was so fuckin’ hot, baby. Lemme take you home and show you who I belong to, yeah?” Rafe runs his nose along your throat before placing a few kisses there that have you throwing your head back against his chest with a sigh.

“Aye, unless you’re gonna let me in on it, I suggest you get a fuckin’ room.” Rafe sends Barry a glare that he returns with a smug smile. “What? Just sayin’.”

“Bro. It’s never gonna happen. Stop trying.” Rafe leans over you to shove Barry’s shoulder playfully before scooping you up carrying your ass out of there so he can take you home and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.

Tagging some mooties: @babygorewhore @cxrrodedcoffin @starkeysprincess @cameronsprincess @rafeinterlude @nemesyaaa @bunnies-p1tst0p @eddiesxangel

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Divider by @anitalenia

[mariclerc]

Iclawnic couple | cl16

Summary: your dream of dressing up as a Monster High character with your bestie comes true.

Warnings: none. mixed feelings and a bunch of fluff.

a/n: I've had this idea for a while, I hope you like it!! let me know if you want another part!

You and Charles have been best friends for as long as you can remember, you've been there for each other through thick and thin and you've gone to every event possible with him. And even his exes felt quite jealous that you were his friend, and you don't blame them, since between you and him there is a certain closeness and chemistry that everyone notices... Everyone except you two, of course.

So now you find yourself getting ready to go to a costume party with Charles wearing complementary Frankie Stein and Jackson Jekyll costumes, you are very excited because you have always wanted to dress up as a Monster High character and he has always loved the idea, so here you are... Frantically searching for the monster boots you had bought specifically for that costume.

“Charles! Have you seen my boots? You know, the monster ones! The ones with the big ass platform.” you say a little panicked, since you can't find your boots.

Charles, dressed in his Jackson Jekyll costume, but with a mischievous glint in his eyes, emerges from the living room to the bedroom.

“Oh my god, Frankie Stein please, calm down. We have all night, and I'm pretty sure those boots are eating their way out of the closet.” he says with a smirk on his face.

You glare at him playfully. “Haha, very funny. You know how important this is to me, this is my childhood dream!” you say and you stomp your foot, a cute and exaggerated gesture.

Charles chuckled. “I know, I know, my little monster. You're going to be the scariest Frankie Stein ever.” he walks over to you and helps you search for the boots, they were hiding behind a big box.

“You're the best!” you say softly.

There's a brief moment of silence, a charged atmosphere.

Then, Charles breaks the silence. “So, ready to scare some people tonight, eh?” he smiles as he look at you finishing getting ready.

“Oh, you bet! Especially those stupid costumes people come up with.” you say while grinning, you finish fixing some details of your costume.

He whistle. “Damn girl, you're going to kill everyone tonight!” he grins. “Although it doesn't matter if you go and eat their brains.”

You look at him, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “Oh, shut up you dumbass.” you say trying to play it cool.

You two laugh and leave the apartment to go to the party and see what the night has in store for you.

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A crowded, noisy room filled with people in costumes, the music is blasting through the walls. You and Charles, in your costumes, are surrounded by a sea of people.

“You look so amazing!” he whispers in your ear.

Your heart skips a beat, you try to hide your blush. “Thank you charlie! You don't look too bad yourself, Jackson.” you say whispering back.

You two laugh while you approach a group of people in which there were several of the drivers and their girlfriends.

“Whoa guys, you two look so sick! Definitely the best costume of the night!” says Daniel raising his glass.

Logan's girlfriend nods. “Yeah, you two nailed it!” she says and you smile at her. “I like your Frankie costume, it looks so freaking good!”

Charles puts his hand on your waist, instinctively, as if his hand belonged there.

You smiled again. “Thanks! We've been planning this for ages!” you giggled. “It was like a dream for us.”

You feel a rush of emotions... His touch, the compliments, the attention. It's overwhelming, but in a good way.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time coming.” he says grinning.

You glance at him, your eyes meeting his. There's a silent understanding between you two, a connection that’s always been there but feels much stronger now.

Lewis speaks up. “Seriously, you two look good together.” he says and your cheeks flush again. Charles squeezes your waist gently.

“We’ve known each other forever.” says Charles smiling while you nod, unable to form words.

The conversation continues, but your mind is racing. You can’t stop thinking about the way Charles is looking at you, the way his hand feels on your waist.

The night wears on, filled with laughter, dancing, and more compliments. Every touch, every glance between you two is electric and, somehow, it feels right.

Suddenly, you start to feel a little bit overwhelmed by the amount of people dancing around you, you carefully signal to Charles, he was having a drink but was a little distracted.

“Charlie! I feel like I can't breathe!” you say while you fan yourself with your hands, your eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and overwhelm.

He smiles softly. “It's okay princess, we better go to a quieter place, okay?” he says and you nod.

He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. You shiver slightly at his touch and you started walking through the sea of people until you reached a quieter place... That is, the kitchen.

A beat of silence passes between you. Charles’s eyes hold yours, a deep intensity in his gaze as you get to the desolated kitchen.

“It's just... It was a lot of people and I was getting so anxious.” you say softly as you get a glass of water. “And, well, you look... really good tonight.” you say in a whisper.

Charles smiled. “You look incredible too.” he says softly.

His hand slides down your arm to your hand, intertwining your fingers, you feel a surge of electricity between you two.

“I've wanted to be Frankie Stein since I was a kid.” you say smiling while you look down at your costume, a comforting familiarity washing over you.

He chuckled. “I know honey, and you're perfect.” he pulls you closer, until you’re almost touching, the scent of his cologne fills your senses.

“Thank you Charlie.” you say in a whisper.

Your heart pounds in your chest, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face.

He takes a deep breath. “I’ve known you for what feels like forever, we’ve been through everything together... And I’ve always been there for you, haven’t I?” he says seriously.

You nod, your eyes locked on his.

“But there’s something more I want to be for you... Something more I want to give you.” his voice is low, filled with a vulnerability you’ve never heard before.

“What is it, Charles?” you ask him softly with a trembling voice.

“I’ve cared about you for as long as I can remember, but it’s more than that now. It’s something... bigger growing inside of me.” he says while looking you straight in the eyes, his hand moves to cup your face, his thumb gently brushing your lower lip.

You swallow hard. “Charles...” you say in a soft whisper, you can feel your heart racing.

He leans closer. “I'm in love with you.” his breath is warm on your lips. You close your eyes, feeling a mix of fear and exhilaration.

Slowly, you lean in and press your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss. It’s a brief moment, but it feels like forever, as if it was destined to be this way for a very long time.

You pull away slightly, looking into his green eyes. He smiles, a mixture of relief and joy on his face.

“I love you too.” you say in a whisper while smiling and he smiled again, showing off his dimples.

***

Now you returned to Charles' apartment, you stand in front of the bathroom mirror, the harsh fluorescent light revealing the remnants of your Frankie makeup. A small, tired smile plays on your lips as you gently remove the false eyelashes.

“I can't believe we actually pulled that off.” you say muttering to yourself, you glance at your reflection, the Frankie Stein look slowly fading and a sense of peace washes over you.

Charles emerges from the bedroom, a lazy smile on his face, he holds one of his t-shirts and places it on the sink. “You look beautiful, even without the monster stuff.”

You blush, turning to face him. There’s a comfortable silence between you as you continue to remove your makeup.

“Well, you don't look too bad yourself, Jackson.” you giggle.

He laughs, a husky deep sound. “Oh, You don't know how grateful I am that you're here.”

He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. The warmth of his body against yours sends a shiver down your spine.

You turned to face him. “Me too, it feels... Right, being with you.” you look into his eyes, your heart pounding. There’s an undeniable connection between you two.

Charles leans in, his breath warm on your skin. You close your eyes, anticipating his kiss.

Suddenly, a wave of self-consciousness washes over you. You're still in the costume, a little bit vulnerable and exposed, you pull away slightly.

You laughed nervously. “I should probably... get changed.” you turn back to the mirror, your cheeks flushed.

Charles smiles. “Oh, of course, princess, just let me close my eyes.” he said and covered his eyes, you giggled as you took off your costume and put on the shirt he had left in the sink.

“Now you can open your eyes dummy.” you say giggling. “Oh god, you're such a dork... but a cute one.”

Suddenly you start to feel a little tired and sleepy, the exhaustion of the day begins to take its toll on you, Charles notices this and carries you in his arms.

“Hey, put me down, silly!” you say to him, he laughs.

“Never baby!” he starts walking towards the room.

He lays you down on his bed and you lie in his big arms, your head resting on his chest.

“God, I’m so tired.” you say, letting out a yawn. “Wearing those boots was painful, I looked cute, but my feet hurt.”

“Well, you did have a pretty long day chérie.” he says while smirking. “And those boots looked painful, honey, I'm not going to lie to you.” he giggled (darling)

He kisses the top of your head and you giggled.

“Yeah, but it was worth it.” you smile sleepily while you snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and content.

“The prettiest Frankie Stein I've ever seen.” he whispers.

“And you are the most athletic and silliest Jackson I have ever seen.” you say while and you both laugh softly.

“Oh, my little monster.” he says while he tickles your side.

“Charles, please! Stop it!” you laugh breathlessly.

He continues to tickle you until you're giggling uncontrollably. “Alright, alright baby. I’ll stop.” He says huffing with a smile on his face.

He pulls you closer, holding you tightly. You close your eyes, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you.

“Oh, I love you, Charlie!” you say sleepily.

“I love you too, y/n.” he says while smiling. “My pretty girl.”

You fall silent, your breathing becomes slow. Charles strokes your hair gently, his touch soothing and comforting.

A few minutes later, you feel him shift. He carefully moves you to the pillow, tucking you in.

“Sleep well, my little monster.” he whispers.

“Sweet dreams Jackson.” you muttered.

You drift off to sleep, the sound of Charles' heartbeat a comforting rhythm in your ears, giving you calm by sleeping next to him, something you had done before at sleepovers, but now it has a much stronger meaning. All of this was meant to happen, it's like it was written somewhere, but it doesn't bother you at all.

[looseratinthegarage]

Slashers S/O getting their period. Maybe?

I haven’t done a request in so long- but I’m on my period rn and felt inspired to write this! Enjoy to anyone who still follows me after my many disappearances.

S/O getting their period

Michael

Michael notices everything. And I mean everything. You’ve been more irritable lately but he hasn’t been able to deduce why… He enters the bathroom to use it when he sees strange wrappers in the trash. His first thought is that you’ve been hiding candy from him and he’s pissed. But when he unwraps it he sees a bloody pad/tampon. He stares through the item for a moment, trying to process what the hell is happening. He then throws it on the ground and stomps down stairs. You’re sitting on the couch playing the new Zelda Tears of the Kingdom game. He then takes the controller out of your hand and throws it to the side. He lifts up your shit and sifts through your hair for an injury or any blood.

“M-Michael!? What are you doing?” You say with surprise. He then grabs your pants and takes them off, leaving you in your undergarments. He is able to see that you are wearing the same thing he found in the trash. I points and looks concerned

“I-I’m just on my period! I’m fine..” You blush heavily and reassure your boyfriend that you’re not dying.

He doesn’t know what to do. His mom taught him about this stuff when he was a boy, but he only knows the basics. He’ll at first not understand why you’re being so ‘dramatic’ about everything. But when he realizes it really does hurt, he’ll try to help you, in his own little Michael way of course.

Thomas

Thomas wakes up for the day and stretches his arms. He feels something wet in the bed next to him. He lifts his hand and sees blood. He instantly panics and looks down at you. He rips the covers off of you and sees a large red stain underneath you. He shakes you awake.

“Huh- what? Baby, is there something wrong…?” You say half asleep. He points to the stain and your stomach drops.

“Oh god I’m so sorry Thomas! I’ve been trying to use cloth for my period because we don’t have pads/tampons- oh and now I’ve stained your sheets..” You look apologetic and absolutely mortified. But as soon as he hears ‘period’ he relaxes. His mama raised him right, so he doesn’t make you feel bad about leaking on the bed.

He picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. He runs you a warm bath and puts bubbles in it. He kisses your forehead then walks back into his room. He takes off the sheets and brings them outside to be washed.

Throughout the day he checks on you, often getting yelled at Hoyt for ‘slacking off’. He brings you teas, chocolate, snacks, meals- anything you need. His hands are incredibly warm, so in the night he holds you close to him, putting his hand over your stomach, soothing the cramps.

Yautja

You and your mate were training. You were running obstacle courses, they’re mad for yautja so they’re different. Think ninja warrior stuff. While running and jumping and climbing your pad shifts in your underwear and the flood gates open. You have blood running down your leg, but you’re too focused to notice.. but your mate does. He looks concerned.

“Bleeding. Why?” He uses the least amount of English possible to convey himself.

“Huh?” You stop at one of the platforms and then feel it running down your leg. You look down and feel mortified as your period blood runs down your leg for all to see.

“O-Oh god… sorry about that..” You also notice you’ve gotten blood on the course. You cover your face in embarrassment as your mate walks up to you.

“Are you hurt?” He asks softly, putting his clawed hand on your shoulder.

“I-It’s just my period. It’s similar to the thing that happens to some yautja after the breeding season, if they haven’t gotten pregnant…” You say embarrassedly and a bit shyly.

“Very well.” He seems unphased by it, happy to know you’re not hurt and that it’s just a natural occurrence.

“Why are you hiding from me? Blood does not scare a warrior such as I.” He purrs and runs his finger down your bloody leg. He then brings it up to his mouth and licks it off with his tongue.

You blush and nod, hugging him. He gives you yautja natural remedies for your period. If you have extreme cramps or excessive bleeding he’ll use some medicine or even quick surgery to fix the problem. Don’t worry, yautja pain meds are a lifesaver. You practically feel nothing, just a little sore is all. He will take care of you the best he knows how, and don’t be afraid to give him pointers. He’ll take notes.

[illubean]

Heyyy, so I’m like reaaaally tall and I wanted to ask if you’d be comfortable with writing headcanons about the Phantome troupe (or just feitan, uvogin and Hisoka) with a tall fem!s/o? Like 6’2 or 6’3 , cuz I really like your other headcanons and I can’t find any of those ANYWHERE… :,)

Phantom Troupe w/ a Tall!Fem!Reader

Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor, Uvogin Type: Headcanons, Fem!Reader

Haven’t written hxh for a hot minute… replaced Hisoka w/ Chrollo cus I don’t write for him! also reader is intended to be in the 6’0+ range

Warnings: a tad suggestive?

Chrollo Lucilfer

I personally think Chrollo is a certified tall girl lover

never be afraid to wear heels/platforms around him because he’s literally obsessed with you

his favorite thing ever is when you wear shorts/skirts/anything that shows off your legs

if anyone tried giving him shit for having a gf who’s taller than him he doesn’t care because thats little dick energy and Chrollo is NOT part of that club

tall or not he likes having you in his lap, his palms resting on the outside of your thighs or around your waist

who cares if it looks silly to other people? he adores you

he insists on helping you put on/take off your shoes every time, often pressing a kiss to your ankle and telling you how pretty you are GAHHH

touchy touchy man in private, always laying on your lap, caressing your thighs or offering you specifically leg massages

he may or may not be a teeny bit of a perv

he just can’t help it :(( he wants to spoil his tall baby

we already touched on the shorts and skirts thing but this guy goes NUTS if you wear stockings/fishnets/thigh highs etc. like YESSS THANK THE LAWD

he is not above getting on his knees and quite literally worshipping you, kissing up the length of your leg

ok let me stop before i get freaky

Feitan Portor

oh boy

Feitan is already used to being relatively shorter than people, it wasn’t new to him

but he didn’t expect to get with someone DAMN NEAR A WHOLE FOOT TALLER

you guys are like the big and friendly x small and scary ship dynamic except reversed gender role i guess

as previously mentioned in another headcanon post i did similar to this, Feitan likes being shorter than you for 2 main reasons

1. so he can sneak up on you easier and 2. because he’s practically eye level with your chest..

he likes it when you hug him so he can just faceplant into your rack then blame it on the height difference

he likes to sneak up on you and watch you nearly jump out of your skin because you literally didn’t see him coming

he’s not at all insecure about your height difference but he does get annoyed if you or anyone else teases him

if you tried leaning an arm atop his head or something he would dodge you with a scowl and give you the silent treatment for the next 10 minutes because how dare you!?

he is small but mighty, so if you ever try to pick him up or something he WILL fight back

9 times out of 10 you end up splayed out on the floor while he stomps away, a little salty

but he doesn’t mind so much in private

he actually DEMANDS to be the little spoon

he likes the feeling of having your larger form wrapped around him :3

Uvogin

yeah so no matter how tall you are you’re probably never ever going to be taller than this guy soz

he’s like over 8 feet tall

so needless to say your height doesn’t matter much to him..

but I think he probably has a preference for taller women because it just makes things easier for him

also wtf would it look like if this guy was dating someone under 5’4…it would look suspicious even if they’re an adult……..

so yeah he like’s that you’re tall even though you’re still pretty short compared to him

he likes that he has easier access to kiss you instead of having to lean down ridiculously far (even though around 2 feet is still kind of ridiculous…)

another one who likes it when you show your legs off

to be fair, he likes it when you show skin in general but yeah

cannot keep his hands off you ever

he always has an arm slung over your shoulders or if you’re sitting his insanely large hand is resting on your thigh

he doesn’t shy away from pda ever and it kind of annoys some of the other troupe members..

but yeah you guys are giants in love <3

[bluelockmaniac]

"make sure you get the right angle, satoru!" you yell, squinting your eyes due to the proximity of the sun. you were standing barefoot on the sand near the edge of the water, small waves softly crashing against your ankles as you posed professionally for the camera. "—and you better capture the sunset properly, 'kay?"

"of course, babe," satoru smirks mischievously, trodding a few steps backwards. he raises his phone a distance away from his face, holding it at arm's length, then directed the camera at you. "ready? one, two, aaand, three!"

"cheeeese!" the corners of your lips curl upwards serenely, fingers wrapped around your wrist behind your back. you soaked up what was left of the setting sun, excited to see how to photo came out now that the sky was painted in pretty hues of pink and orange. but...

"cheeeeeese!"

much to your confusion, he simultaneously chanted the same word you did. the sorcerer was wearing a concerningly playful grin as he help up a peace sign in front of his phone. "aha~ i'm so fuckin' handsome!"

"satoru gojo!" you emphasize his surname, stomping your feet towards him with deliberate steps and a notorious face he was all too familiar with. "i believe i asked you to take a picture of me, and not a selfie of yourself, dummy!"

"i'm sorry, pretty. i just looked so good i couldn't help it!" he pouts, "and besides, you should be grateful you get to wake up next to my sexy face every morn—"

"no kisses for a week."

"oh hell no."

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[ilovedilfs-444]

Lingerie 🎀

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All day you had been thinking about the Victoria's Secret bag hidden away in the back of your closet, stashed behind one of your thick fur winter coats where you were sure Frank would not go looking.

Inside the striped bag, was a sexy lace thong and bra set in Frank's favourite colour, black. Baby pink bows adorned the two garments, adding your own personal touch to them.

Frank had been away on a work thing for the past few days, and the loneliness was killing you. Every time he went away on a job, he got a new burner phone, which you were only allowed to contact in case of an emergency, no exceptions.

But tonight was the night he was due home. All you wanted to do right now was order in your favourite takeaway, watch a movie with your boyfriend and then have hot dirty sex all night long.

The more you thought about Frank the more your mind drifted off to that pink striped bag stashed away in your closet. The angel on your shoulder was telling you the outfit you were wearing right now, grey sweatpants and a black crop top, was better and comfier than the sexy underwear set. However, the devil was telling you to go put that set on, add the white heels you knew Frank loved so much and surprise him as he walked in that front door.

You bite your lip just thinking about surprising Frank, having long steamy sex and then lounging around with takeaway food and movies for the rest of the night. The devil on your shoulder had just stomped on the angel's speech as you jumped up from the sofa excitedly and sped off to your bedroom.

You threw off your clothes into a pile in the corner of your bedroom, shoving the rows of shoes away to reveal the bag of goods. Grabbing it and pulling away the tissue paper at the top, you pull out the thong and bra and throw them onto your bed.

Pulling off your own panties, you watch yourself in your mirror, practising your seductive moves in preparation for your boyfriend. After putting on the lacy set, you felt nothing but the definition of sexy.

The white heels you had planned on wearing were suddenly outshone by the platform black heels sitting beside them.

"Hm, eenie meenie mynie... mo!" you point your finger at the black heels and stalk over to them, stepping into them and turning around to see yourself in the wall length mirror.

As your admiring yourself in the mirror, the sound of the old front door creaking open echoes throughout the apartment. You quickly grab the black silk robe hanging in the closet just as you hear Frank call out, "Y/n?"

You use your foot to open the bedroom door, leaning against the frame. You hadn't tied the robe fully, so your sexy underwear set was still on full show for Frank.

He had his back to you when you first saw him, but the squeak from the bedroom door caught his attention. As his eyes met yours, you could practically see the lust spilling out of them.

"Holy..." he mumbles as he pulls his black hoodie off his body. His t-shirt lifted up with the hoodie and you could see his defined abs in the dim living room lighting.

You stalked towards him, dragging your finger up your thigh and pulling up the bottom of your robe slightly. Your hair still lightly curled from the previous day.

"Like what you see?" you smile and stop a few feet in front of him as his eyes roam every inch of your body as if it were his first time seeing you.

"Fuck me.. I... You're so.." he fumbles over his words as he walks towards you, eyes not leaving your body. His brown eyes finally look into yours as he combs his fingers through your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

"I love you so much," he mumbles as his hands caress their way down your body until they meet your hips, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his boner through his jeans, desperate to be let free.

You grab his hand and lead him towards the bedroom. He follows behind, no doubt staring at your ass or legs, oh how he loves your legs. You push him down onto the edge of the bed, standing in between his muscly thighs.

"And I love you too, Castle." You kiss his lips, softly at first until his hands tug at the shoulders of your robe, dragging it down your body and off your arms. He kisses your neck and chest, his hand groping your boobs. You let out a few soft moans as he kisses further down your chest and stomach. You could now clearly see the outline of his hard cock through his jeans, and decided to help him out.

You drop down to you knees so your face is in-front of his crotch, peering up at him with innocent eyes. You unbutton his jeans and teasingly slow begin to pull his zipper down, holding eye contact the entire time. He lifts his hips for you to pull the jeans down his legs further, and his cock was now tenting his boxers.

You kiss his boner through the thin black material, as your fingers tease at pulling down the band. He lets out quiet grunts as you kiss him, his eyes watching you the entire time. Finally, satisfied with your reading you pull his boxers down his legs and grab his cock. Your hands must've been cold as he jumped slightly when you grabbed him. Your tongue licks up the length of his dick, circling around the tip before taking his whole length in your mouth. When you come back up Frank's head is bent backwards in ecstasy. You repeat this several times until your eyes are full of tears and are sure your mascara is running down your cheeks from the length of him.

You stand back up to your full height and straddle Frank, wrapping your arms around his neck to stable yourself. He places his big hands on your waist and snaps one of the strings of your thong against your skin, a smirk playing on his face.

You move your thong to the side and lower yourself onto his cock, rubbing the head against your clit a few times before Frank guides himself inside of you. You lean your forehead against his as he fills you up, sending butterflies to your stomach. He waits a minute and kisses your lips sensually as you get use to his length, before beginning to bounce up and down on his cock. You moan loudly, not caring if the old woman who loves to make noise complaints about you and Frank, or if anyone walking by the apartment could hear. You were happy right now, and nobody could ruin that for you.

You can feel your thighs beginning to ache and Frank notices too, using his hands to guide you up and down his cock before he grabs hold of you and throws you onto the bed. He kicks off his jeans and boxers that had been around his ankles for the past few minutes.

He stands at the end of the bed and grabs hold of your waist, pulling you down so his cock is rubbing against your clothed pussy. With one swift movement, he grabs hold of the side of your thong and pulls it clean off, earning a gasp from you.

"Frank!" you say in shock but with a smile on your face.

"That's better," he mumbles before placing his hands under your back and unhooking your bra, pulling it away from your body. You sit up on your elbows as he takes in your body. Your beautiful, sexy body.

He grabs your hips and dips his head between your legs, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder. He licks a long stripe up your pussy, sending shock waves through your body when he his hot tongue came in contact with your clit.

"Fuck, Frank," you moan and place your hand on the back of his head. He looks up at you as he latches onto your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue across it. It doesn't take long before you can feel your orgasm forming in your stomach. Your grip on Frank's short hair tightens as your knees instinctively try to close the closer you come to your orgasm.

Frank uses his hand to hold down your leg and uses the other hand to finger fuck you. His thick fingers were something you could never get tired of.

"Frank I'm gonna... I'm," you try to mumble out the sentence but he speeds up his fingers and your orgasm untangles through your body, sending waves of pleasure through every inch of you.

Frank climbs further up the bed, using his knee to keep your legs open and lays his arms over your head, trapping you beneath him. His hot breath tickles your ear, sending butterflies straight to your stomach, "Ready for round two?"

[airbendertendou]

OBSESSED! ♥︎ ran haitani

synopsis : ran is really just so obsessed with you. one day, you decide to call him out on it.

bonten!ran , stripper!reader , this is so short im sorry </3

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He was here again. Watching you closely, half-lidded eyes following every move you made. Letting out a sigh, the bartender looks from the man to you, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “You want me to call security?”

“It’s okay,” you shrug it off. A regular says their goodbyes as they leave and you wave, hand leaving your drink as you do. You glance to him — he’s still watching you, eyeing you over the rim of his own drink. “He hasn’t really done anything harmful.”

Your co-worker huffs, scrubbing at a stain on the bar with extra strength. “Staring is creepy, though.”

“Lots of creeps in here, then,” you grin her way. She nods in agreement, her laugh flowing up and surrounding the silence. Another dancer is called and you bite your lip — you’d have to go up after. “Actually, I have an idea.”

A familiar beat hits the walls of the club as you wait for the lights to hit you. Wearing your new set, you walk idly around the pole, letting the music control you. His gaze hits heavy as he focuses solely on you and the way you move. You roll your hips, mouthing along to the words as you look his way, making sure he knew this was for him.

All too soon, the song comes to an end as you pose. The bartender is cackling, clapping her hands as squeaks escape her mouth. “That was so good! He was so pink ; literally had to leave not even a second ago!”

You grin again, “serves him right.” Glancing at the clock, you hum and debate on if you want to go home or not. It’s late and the club has come to an idle, calm standstill. You doubt anyone else will be showing up. “I’ll be heading out soon. Get home safe.”

“You, too!”

An oversized hoodie is thrown over your lingerie set, sweatpants comfortable against your waist as you make your way outside. And there he is, leaning against your car as he smokes a cigarette. A pink flush is still lingering on his cheeks as he watches you once more, eyebrows raising at your new attire.

“[Name].” You walk to your car slowly, eyeing him almost apprehensively. He rolls his eyes, “you have to stop letting the other workers assume I’m some kind of creep.”

“Are you not?” You ask teasingly. Ran rolls his eyes, flicking his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. Giddily, you make your way into his open arms. “I mean, you’re here almost every night! Lurking… watching… just me, by the way. No other dancers.”

“Why would I look at anyone else?” Ran murmurs softly. He brings you closer, one hand settled on your hip as the left one cups your face lovingly. “You’re the prettiest one here. And, wearing my favorite color tonight?” He tsks lightly, nipping at your jawline, “lookin’ for trouble.”

You hum, arms slinging around his neck as you bring him closer. Kissing his ear, then his cheek, you smile boldly. “Might be. What’re you gonna do about it?”

Ran’s chuckle hits your neck as he bites again, leaving a trail of kisses as he raises up from his hunched over form. He plants another kiss on your forehead — then each eyelid — before meeting your gaze. “Anything you want me to.”

——♥︎—— heres a small thing while i try to finish these soulmate au's <3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[navnae]

Step On Me (18+)

🔞NSFW🔞

Paring: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Warnings: blowjobs, boot worship, c*ck and ball torture, semi in public, shameless smut, c*m swallowing

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“These are amazing. I love them!”

Those were the words that Eddie told Steve when he got him a pair of platform boots that were glistening under the light, the leather was freshly cleaned and smelled amazing out of the box. Steve loved how they matched Eddie’s black nail polish that were sparkling because of a top coat of glitter that he applied earlier. Eddie was smiling from ear to ear as he held the boots in his hands and he took in the appearance of them. He already had in mind what kind of outfits he was going to put together with them. Steve knew that Eddie would mostly wear the boots for his performances and that’s what he what he was excited for. It wasn’t long before Eddie did exactly that, Corroded Coffin went on stage one evening and the boots made a special appearance just like Steve predicted. He watched Eddie walking around the stage while singing then tapping the boots with every beat that he could hear. Steve had to admit that he was mesmerized by the way Eddie moved so gracefully in them and somehow looking sexier than ever. His every movement was calculated perfectly when it came to following the rhythm, Eddie’s hands roamed over his stomach then to his chest as he sung the chorus softly letting his head tilt back revealing his neck that begged to be marked. When the song reached the climax Eddie stomped his foot down hard onto the stage making Steve flinch slightly from the side of the stage.

Steve didn’t know what took over his body but the more he watched Eddie on stage stomping the harder he started to become. His pants were getting painfully tight as he thought about being underneath Eddie’s thick boots and letting the rough ridges bruise his skin and he’d become putty in Eddie’s hands. Steve blushed when he looked down at the front of his pants just to see a damp patch along the crotch area, it was so embarrassing for him to want something so bad but he needed it more than anything. Steve’s prayers were answered the second Eddie was dismissed from the stage to take a little break before performing again. Eddie went ahead to his dressing room and expected to see his makeup artist ready to tidy up his makeup or his stylist to be standing there with a new outfit for him to wear on stage. Instead Eddie was met with his back slamming against the door before he could even close it and soft lips roughly brushing across his. Familiar hands pulled Eddie by the waist while lowering the kisses further down his neck. After a few seconds Eddie finally opened his eyes processing the sight of Steve touching him hungrily.

“Jesus, Harrington. Don’t you think this can wait til we get home?” Eddie joked. His laugh was turned into a moan as Steve nipped at his skin causing him to whine a little. Steve couldn’t think straight, now when Eddie looked fucking delicious. Letting his thoughts get the best of him Steve slowly kneeled down in front of Eddie and planted kisses on the fabric that were tightly around Eddie’s thighs. Steve’s hands cupped Eddie’s ass giving it a tight squeeze while kissing dangerously close to his throbbing cock. A small whine escaped Eddie’s lips as Steve messily sucked the outline of Eddie’s erection through the pants making a mess of them.

“No. I want you now.” Steve said pulling away from Eddie’s pants. He looked up at Eddie with dark eyes and usually Eddie was the one who initiated everything but this time he was truly speechless with his cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

“When did you get to be put in charge?” Eddie tried to play off his hands shaking by running his fingers through Steve’s hair and hide his flustered face with his other. Steve grabbed Eddie’s wrist that was resting in his hair and gently brought it closer to his face. He took Eddie’s hand then kissed his fingers softly, lingering the kisses on each digit as his gaze became intense with Eddie looking down at him.

“Ever since you decided to look this good.” Steve responded. Eddie’s eyes widened from the bold response Steve gave him and he honestly didn’t mind seeing this side of Steve since it kept things interesting. Eddie managed to gather himself and he caressed the side of Steve’s face rubbing his thumb against his soft skin.

“You’ve been so eager tonight, what is it you want from me baby?” Eddie asked sweetly. Steve’s eyes lit up at the question and before he realized what he was doing his hand was lifting up Eddie’s boot. Eddie raised a brow out of confusion.

“These. I want you to step on me with these.” Steve said desperately while holding Eddie’s boot in his hand and his cock twitching just from the thought. Eddie didn’t have any reaction at first,, he was letting what he was hearing register. Steve prepared himself to beg at this point and Eddie was making him wait longer than he wanted to. Eddie laughed lowly at Steve’s desperate facial expression.

“If that’s what you want I can definitely do that for you. Go ahead and pull that pretty cock out for me baby.” Eddie cooed. Steve didn’t hesitate in the slightest and he took out his cock along with his balls letting them hang over his jeans. Eddie raised his foot to give Steve’s tip a little nudge making his whine at the feeling. “You remember your colors right?”

“Yes.” Steve answered quickly. This routine was normal for them and even though sometimes he hated it he still loved that Eddie went out of his way to communicate with him about everything.

“What is your color?” Eddie asked. He guided his fingers ask for Steve’s jaw while giving him a soft smile. Steve could melt from Eddie’s touch, precum already dripping from his tip because he was waiting for so long. He almost cried out in response instead of giving Eddie a reasonable answer that made sense.

“Green.” Steve said faster than his brain could even wrap around what he said. Eddie laughed lightly then nodded his head. He lifted his foot like before and let the tip of his boot run over Steve’s cock that was turning into a dark shade of red. Steve flinched as a moan escaped his lip and he dug his nails into his knees.

Eddie continued rubbing his boot over Steve’s base and creating a little bit of friction. Small moans came from Steve while he watched over the boot, mesmerized by how the leather shined from the dressing room lights. Steve was too caught up in the boots to realize that Eddie pulled his foot away little before stomping hard on Steve’s cock. Steve grunted at the immediate pain that ran through him and his body feel forward, his hands sprawled on the floor as he tried to catch his breath. He was still painfully hard and wanted Eddie to give him that feeling again. After a few seconds to regain himself eventually he leaned back up onto his knees revealing his aching cock dripping onto the floor and reddened from the sudden stomp. Eddie didn’t think he would feel so much pleasure from seeing Steve in pain but watching the tears build up in his eyes while being in his knees waiting for more really did something to him.

“This is truly pathetic, Harrington. On your knees just for me to ruin that pretty little cock of yours. How do you think Hawkins would react if they saw king Steve doing this?” Eddie’s voice was low and there was no sigh of sweetness anywhere in it. Steve felt embarrassed under Eddie’s gaze but his cock still throbbed nonetheless at the thought of his old friends watching him do something this pathetic. Eddie pushed his boot further onto Steve’s ball sack and added an intense amount of pressure on them. Steve cried out as his balls were completely smothered underneath Eddie’s rigid soles. They were turning white and the veins that ran through them looked like they were going to pop at any second. Tears were falling down Steve’s cheeks the harder Eddie stepped on the sensitive area.

Eddie groaned at the sight of Steve moaning from him stepping on his cock, his own erection was getting worse and he needed to do something about it. Eddie unzipped his pants before pulling out his hardened cock and placing it against Steve’s lips. He tangled his fingers in Steve’s hair then gave it a pull making him open his mouth to let out his desperate moans. Eddie shoved his cock into Steve’s mouth without warning and Steve took all of him in one go.

“Look at you. You’re such a fucking mess right now and you take my cock without hesitation. I want you to swallow all of my cum when I’m done with you, if there’s any messes you’ll be punished.” Eddie said firmly. He stopped hard on Steve’s cock and a loud cry came from him, the vibrations going through Eddie’s body. Steve cried while he bobbed his head and licking all over Eddie’s cock like a slut. He wrapped his hands around the base to storks it, creating his own pace as he continued to bob his head letting Eddie’s cock hit the back of his throat repeatedly. Eddie leaned back against the door and held onto the door handle to balance himself. His legs shook as Steve went faster with his movements and he tightened his grip in Steve’s hair. Eddie didn’t expect any of this from Steve, he felt like he was going to cum in any second.

“Steve… fuck… s-shit.” Eddie moaned. His hips stuttered as he thrusted into Steve’s mouth and saying all kinds of curses until he came hard into Steve’s mouth. Steve swallowed the warm substance whole and just like Eddie requested earlier he didn’t let one drop spill anywhere. Eddie could barely breath from looking at Steve’s fucked expression, his cheeks were a shade of pink, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were low as if he was about to fall asleep. Truly beautiful in Eddie’s eyes. Eddie cupped the side of Steve’s face and smiled down at him. “You did amazing, baby.”

Steve was dazed at this point but he knew that he made Eddie proud. That didn’t last long because when Eddie fully looked down at ground he shook his head disappointedly. Steve’s cum was on Eddie’s boots and he didn’t even touch himself to make such a big mess. He blushed deeply as he looked away from Eddie’s gaze.

“What a shame. I thought you were doing so well for me a few seconds ago, I guess I was wrong.” Eddie sighed. Steve hated hearing Eddie disappointed in him especially when he knows he tried to follow his orders. Steve’s head was turned by Eddie’s finger under his chin making him meet his gaze again. “You know what you have to do to clean these right?”

Steve didn’t need Eddie to tell him exactly what to do or guide him in the slightest. He slid back a little on his knees then placed his hands on the floor before leaning down and licking the toe of Eddie’s boots. The leather mixed with his own cum melted on his tastebuds. He licked generously along the sides of the boot that didn’t even have cum in it and lost himself when he got used to licking them. After awhile Eddie couldn’t see anymore cum on his boots but Steve wasn’t stopping as he kept his grip tight around Eddie’s ankle and he proceeded to lick those boots clean like his life depended on it. Eddie was taken aback when Steve lifted up his foot and before he could get a word out, Steve’s tongue darted out towards the bottom of Eddie’s boots which were obviously the dirtiest part of them and Steve didn’t mind any of it. Eddie scrunched up his face in disgust but he was starting to get hard again. Steve moaned against the boot while letting his tongue explore it then he moved on to the other one and did the same thing. Taking Eddie’s other ankle into his hand then lifting up his foot to get access to the bottom of the boot. Eddie ran a hand through his curls trying to calm himself down, he was so close to saying fuck the whole show and fucking Steve right in the dressing room.

“Fuck… have you always been this desperate and disgusting, Harrington? Or is this a new habit that you wanted to show me tonight?” Eddie teased and laughed lowly. Steve’s only response was to moan when Eddie degraded him, it was the hottest thing when Eddie did it. His tongue was starting to get sore from the rough surface on the boot and he gave it one last final kick before pulling away with a string of spit dripping onto his chin. Steve looked up at Eddie who was smiling at him and he caressed the side of Steve’s face showing that he was proud of him. “Such a good boy for me. I think I’m going to give you a reward when we get home how does that sound?”

“That sounds good.” Steve said softly with a wide smile. Eddie leaned down to kiss his cheek and helped him up off the ground. Both of them needed to hurry back before everyone started to become suspicious. Just like when he first got on stage, Eddie’s boots looked amazing and Steve smiled to himself hoping that they could put them to good use again

[neil-for-me13]

Growing Pain

Chapter I - Sowing Sorrows

“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.” ― Edgar Allan Poe A typical Nevermore student, that's what you are. Most of your free time grossly consists of anything that is flora related or your other interests. During your third year you practically lived either in the greenhouse or out by the garden fields. Merrily you were whistling a tune out in your own little field that you cultivated at the far edge of nevermore forest and away from the lupin cages. It was early spring just in time for your germinated plants to peak out from its pot and to be transplanted to the rich plot of garden soil. The afternoon sun was out and just enough to beamed through the canopies. The wind was perfect to ease the grueling labor that awaits you. You were excited to plant your new varieties of belladonnas and foxgloves, maybe this time the new fertilizer would finally let them bloom. The last one made hydrangeas wilt even though the rainy season was perfect for them to thrive. Perhaps he’s it's a little acidic for the poor flower. This time you took the time to observe your compost for any potential inadequacies before processing him the plant food. Months of preparation and research with a little bit of footwork; You hope this fertilizer was worth the effort. Everyone was so invested in him, you’re a little bit curious as to why. You were digging small holes for your germinated belladonnas, when you sensed a presence behind, quietly approaching. You continued whistling and transplanting the first of your plants, now fully aware that a heavy platformed-shoe wearing individual would actually talk or threaten you before going for the kill; and even then no one can harm you in your own garden. No one. “Y/N, did you kill the hyde?” Oof, first name call out. 3 meters away and the forest breeze still carried her scent to you. Then you thought about how her scent would perfectly pair with the plants that you were in the midst of growing beneath you. Of course her scent would be perfect for your deadly wild greenery. A large inhale with the light breeze would cause your eyes to visibly dilate, thankfully she can only see your back from behind. 

“Hello to you too, Wednesday.” You continued to shovel the soil for the next plant in the row without turning around to face her. Knowing that  her temper would grow sour when you deliberately ignore her opening inquiry, you can’t help but smirk a little when she stomps a little bit closer to you. “Answer the question, Y/N.” Her tone clipped and the question loaded with accusation. You note that you didn’t need the breeze anymore to smell her scent, although a little bit sharp you relished it anyway. This has got you thinking if the body can produce enzymes and proteins based on emotions; would a horrible, tortured, and fear-stricken fertilizer be good to your plants’ nutrition. You were suddenly deep in thought that you forgot to answer her question or is it an accusation now? Because the next moment you were reminded how impatient Wednesday can be. With rushed paces she closed in on you, grabbed your sweaty collar and made you face her. “What was the question again?” you smiled coyly. “I will not repeat myself, Y/N '' she snarled, brows furrowing and deep brown eyes narrowing. Oh wow, in your squatting position she looks towering but not the city skyscrapers more like red wood trees. The sun was filtered through the leaves leaving specks of sun rays reflected upon her freckles. If you hoped she didn’t see your dilating eyes awhile ago, that hope is long gone now. You shamelessly took your time to take in all of her facial features from her fiery eyes, to her nose, to her cheeks, the hidden eyebrows, and then her lips. You softened your eyes and adjusted your position to inch closer to her ear. Careful not to touch her with your soiled gloves. “If I said no, would you believe me?” you say as you notice her shudder a little. “No. The possibility that you have caused the hyde to disappear is higher than any of my other suspects.” she uttered without moving away or inching closer while she still held on to your collar. I could live forever in this moment, Wednesday, your scent is heavenly and you’re holding me like you’re afraid that I’ll fall off the earth once you let me go. This moment in my garden (our) garden is to die for. You are to kill for. 

“I take offense that you have others in mind, Wednesday. Although I admit I am quite curious on how I became your number one and had the privilege to be visited miles away from the comfort of your writing desk. And minutes away from your writing time I might add.” you inch closer again to the reddening shell of her outer ear and puff out a breath, restraining yourself not to bite;not yet.

Your breath seems to jolt Wednesday to life, she lets your collar go and then you plop down the ground. You let out a chuckle. Knowing the effect you had, to make Wednesday elicit such a physical reaction. 

You smile and look up at her, ah the bliss of seeing her cheeks tinted light blush with embarrassment mixed with the tumultuous red with fury; the privilege of witnessing such displays of outward emotions can be only yours. Mine. My privilege. Only mine.

“May I interest you for some tea while you unfold how you think I did the crime you think I committed?” you slowly dusted yourself off then stood to collect your unplanted flowers and garden tools. Leaving your half-done grounds for another day. 

“I don’t have coffee beans yet; I’ll have them planted by the summer.” You stretched your back and turned to wink at her. “For your coffee addiction.” And to keep you from going back to that fucking Weathervane.

Wednesday blinked at your invitation, still seemingly flustered from your antics. You stood waiting for her to gather her walls and consent to your impromptu tea-party.

“I still have some arsenic and cyanide if you want a little kick to your tea.” you entice. “Cyanide.” she nods. She stood still, eyes tracked your next move. You offer a small smile and then walk towards a small shed to stow your baggage and store your gloves and apron. Beside the shed was a small awning with a table and two chairs. You ushered her towards the chair, aware that her eyes were following you and still vigilant with your movement. “Staring at me like you’ll devour me. Why darling, I’m flattered.” You continue to put away your tools and begin to prepare the water for boiling and locate the stored tea leaves. “You know if you were to kill me, the tools in your shed wouldn’t suffice.” she misdirects your last statement, while eyeing every equipment hanged meticulously in your tool shed like an arsenal.

“That much I know, Darling.” you smirked. She proceeded to walk over to one of the chairs to sit. While you lit the flame of a small camping burner by a small counter.

“I’ll make the tea just sit there and in a while we’ll begin to talk about your deductions; Well.. you’ll talk and I’ll listen.” You say as you begin to pour the boiling water into the tea pot. 

You picked out a half emptied Earl Grey tea leaves, dark and well suited for the caffeine levels that (your) Wednesday craved. The powerful aroma of bitterness and bergamot wafted when the leaves were submerged into the teapot. You paused and looked at her as she was taking in every little detail of your garden, her head pointing to the direction of the section she wanted to scan. The plot lands, the fruiting trees, the numerous bushels, the small diy greenhouse for the herbs as well as the seedlings, and the compost processing pit. 

It was a rustic garden that was almost a homestead that you did all by yourself and she respected that, and your collection of poisonous plots elicits a tiny warmth in her heart remembering how her mother would have adored talking your ear off all day about them.

The afternoon light bounced off on her face just right that even a godless stranger would call her divine. Her perfectly weaved braids, posture so straight that you’d swear she had those corrective braces if you’d only just met her, her smooth cheeks that's sprinkled with constellations of freckles, her lips slightly pursed for when she’s formulating thoughts inside of her sharp-witted mind, and her eyes; the most luscious brown of leather patina that reflected her sentiments. You know this is true because her eyes are now glowering at you.

“Might you be steeping it a little too long or is this one of your delaying tactics? She speculates now fully facing you, which made you smile.

“Darling, if I intend to keep you here for a long time I’d be thinking of doing other fun activities rather than drinking tea wouldn’t you agree?” 

You place your tea set and a small vial of cyanide onto a tray and make your way toward her. You arrange each cup on the table neatly and set aside the platter. 

You sauntered behind her with the tea pot, leaned down close enough for you to sneak a glance at her, poured out a decent amount of darkened tea and sprinkled a teaspoon worth of the almond flavored toxin.

“And I happen to know you preferred your beverages darker and deadlier than most. Although you can say the same if you tried some pepsi or cola.” your head turned to her to gauge out her reaction.

“ Surely, you jest.” She turned toward you to scowl at the idea of her ingesting anything that was sickeningly sweet. Your faces so close that a strong gust of wind can knock you off your feet and your lips might accidentally collide with hers.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” you shrugged, walking back to your seat and settling down to your seat across from her. You served yourself some tea and took a sip to ease her growing suspicions towards the drink.

“Okay now we’re set, you have the floor. Cara mia.” you smiled deviously. Author's Note: My first ever delve into fanfiction territory. Long time reader but amateur writer. Suggestions and questions are welcome.

[pearlzier]

okay i Lied, i’m Not faceless, it was actually Me who sent beau + puppygirl!gf😧 i just got scared to send it like.. Not on anon, cus i just never know how ppl will react to certain things and i get nervy, but like i also trusted in a way that You Would Get It, and you Do so i’m not nervy anymore😸🤞🏼

i definitely have plans to write abt this (maybe multiple parts, idk yet) but it’s just been Eating away at me for awhile now and i can’t keep these thoughts in or i’ll explode and die so i’m glad you’re in the brainrot with me now. i may or may not also make a bot, who knows.. i’m already planning a couple sling themed ones with beau (cus my beau sling coded brainrot also goes crazy)

anyways, MORE BEAU AND HIS PUPPYGIRL THOUGHTS!!!!!

she definitely gets excited every time they go to the store and see Anything relating to any of her hyperfixations. like beau literally can’t even let her go to the store by herself anymore cus she has absolutely zero impulse control and will buy All of it and go broke.

irdk what is and isn’t okay for me to say here in regards to nswf things so i’ll keep those to myself for the moment

she Absolutely is texting beau while she’s getting her nails done and asking him what colors she should get. one time she got a cute cowboy/sheriff themed set for him (like cowboy hat, longhorn skull, belt buckle, badge, the whole nine) and he tweaked tf out.

CAR RIDES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can go into My More Specific Details on this, but it mostly speaks for itself.. just- CAR RIDES💗💗

she made him buy a small outside couch for the deck of the trailer so they could cuddle more easily when they watch movies, and she’s Definitely laying there curled up with her head in his lap while he plays with her hair…. and she ends up falling asleep only a few minutes into the movie like Almost every time, cus her hair is a weak spot and he has Magic Hands.

she’s one to wear the frolicking in a flower field at 4:00 dresses with stomp a hoe at 5:00 big chunky platform boots combo (has the black demonia camel-311’s to match beau’s black aviator jacket, and the og ‘camel color’ tan ones to match his tan suede jacket)

my beau + puppygirl!gf and beau + stoner!gf headcanons kinda go hand in hand, so… she definitely also smokes🤞🏼 (this is more of me projecting)

So. Many. stuffed animals

OCT..... THE BRAINWORMS IM HAVIN AT THIS VERY MOMENT I CANT EVEN !!!&!;;@;# when i read the first thoughts i was thinking you'd LOVE them so much when i see beau i think of u most definitely GUYS LISTEN TO THIS GENIUS :((((( BEAU X PUPPYGIRL!GF IM TWEAKING OUT SO HARD AUGH im freaking the FUCK out 😞💓 STUFFED ANIMALS!!!!!!!!! EEK

[nkirukaj]

vVv is for Voe (2)

Pairing: StaticBeau & RadioBeau

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Innuendos

Genre: Humor!

Word Count: 4.3K

<Chapter 1

2. Strut

“And the break room is over there,” Vinny points to the room

Voe rolls her eyes God this is so fucking boring. She glances down at her nails and thinks about how they could seriously use a manicure, tuning Vinny out completely as she mindlessly follows him down the hall. 

“Are you ready to look around the lab downstairs? Or something…?”

Voe takes a moment to answer “Oh were you talking?”

“A-anyway the computer…place is uh- sorry, getting my notes mixed up,” He scrolls through his Vpad

Voe sighs dramatically and taps her foot impatiently, they’re in front of a room door where they can hear giggling coming from inside “What’s in there?” Voe points to it

“Uh, storage…closet,”

“I don’t know any storage that giggles,”

Vinny looks nervous “We should keep going,” he tries to rush her

She crosses her arms “You don’t even know where you’re going,”

“We’re going to the computer room! Just so you know how that works,”

“I know how computers work,”

He sounds exasperated “Would you please just come?”

Voe smirks “Why? What are you gonna do if I don’t?”

“You mean what will I do if you don’t?” Vox appeared behind her out of a nearby camera. She turns and looks up at him “Did we not have a discussion about you listening to me?”

“What’s in that room?”

“Why?”

“Whatever it is, I heard it giggling,”

“It’s a giggle monster,” He turns to Vinny “Take her to the system room, show her around there,”

Voe groans “Why do I have to do this, I’m bored!”

Vox turns back to her “Oh, do you know where everything is?” They stare at each other “That’s not a rhetorical question, do you know where everything is or not?”

She rolls her eyes again “No,”

“Great,” he turns to Vinny once more “Show her to the system room,”

“Yes, sir,”

“Uuuuggghhhh!” she stomps away

Vox enters the room and can be heard asking “What did you need?” before shutting the door behind him.

____________________________________

Voe plops down on her bed and pulls out her Vphone that Vox had given her, she had already set up a Sinstagram, if it was anything like the platform that it was copying, she’d be a Queen at this. She scrolls through her pictures of her in new outfits and trying on new shoes, pressing the button to go LIVE. When she does, she watches the camera, waiting for the viewer count to go up.

who is this?

holy Satan its a deer

why she not saying nothin? And comments like it float by at the bottom of the screen

“Hey,” 

um hi?

who tf r u???

“Y’all don’t know me…yet, but you will,” she chuckles

tryna b all mysterius but who is dis bitch

wtf

devil

Voe smirks and finally introduces herself “I’m Voe, I go by Voe the Beau, because it means ‘beautiful’, and I am,” she poses in front of the camera

must be one of dem new sinners

“I am pretty new, but don’t worry about that, let’s worry about all the questions y’all could be asking me right now to get to know me! So go head, ask mommy!”

Mommy? oh hell nah

she is kinda hot tho 👀

that don’t mean she givin mommy

what she given den? daddy?

idk maybe

“I prefer to be called Mommy by men,”

oooo wat u want women 2 call u?

don’t ask her nuthin!

Voe smirks “Women can call me Daddy,”

HOOOOTTTT

that’s it I’m sold

wats dis? a follow button?

alright maybe she get a chance!

“Yeah that’s right, be good little boys and do what Mommy says,”

damn yes ma’am

“Now, who would be interested in seeing me wearing different clothes?” Many people put hands-up emojis in the comments “Great!” She claps her hands “Then you might want to follow me because I used to get real spicy on my lives when I was alive, especially when I get bored,”

r u gunna get nakey? 😁

“Wait and see…” she puts her finger over her lips, shushing them, and winks “If I do it’ll be for the ladies. I love me some women,”

hooooootttttttttttt

“Currently I’m living at V-Tower, and I was bored as fuck today,”

shit u workin 4 da Vess??

“Specifically Vox, but he’s mad annoying,”

vox?? lucky!!!!

da most famous Overlords

some of ‘em

Nah the most famus

“Oooh, gossip! Who are some other famous Overlords?”

rosie, alastor carmilla carmine

i work for her!

nobody asked tho

zestial

what about zeezi

👎🏽

whats wrong wit her?

she ain’t all that

Yes she is

“Wait, what’s an Overlord anyway?”

😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

the most powerful sinners in Pentagram City

“Oooh, I like power, and the Vees are Overlords?”

most powerful

put some respect on Alastor name 4 he cum 4 u

🖕🏽that guy

HE OWNS MY GIRLFRIEND!

“They can own people?”

u become 1 by owning souls

the vees own millions each way more together

Voe rubs her chin “That’s interesting,”

how you live there and they don’t own ya soul?

She shrugs “I don’t know, they never asked for it. Right now I’m just Vox’s assistant,”

right 👉🏽👌🏽 assistant

She laughs “What does that mean?”

u know what it means

“I just hand him papers and write segments for him,”

seg-ments seg sex

don’t lie lots of ppl fuc Vox

“I don’t fuck him!”

But u want to

“I don’t actually, he’s kind of a pompous little baby,” she raises the pitch of her voice, mockingly “But I don’t know, Velvette’s got it going on,” Voe purrs.

She’s my fave, cuz she owns me.

“I love a Black queen,”

The door to the room she was given opens up. A different-looking assistant came into the room.

“Mr. Vox would like to see you in his office,”

“Really? Right now?” she looks at the demon

She nods “Yes,”

Voe sighs and rolls her eyes, turning the live off and putting her phone back into her pocket. She walks with the assistant out into the hallway, just stopping.

“Are you not gonna show me?”

“Mr. Vox said that since you know everything, you could find it yourself,” Voe raises a brow “I’ll just show you,” and she takes off showing her to the elevator, pressing the button for her. While she descends in the elevator alone, she thinks of all the things that the LIVE told her. Was Vox really that powerful, maybe she should cozy up to him, play into his ego, hop onto the bandwagon, and maybe something else? She wanted that power and she wanted it now. 

She steps out of the elevator and walks the thin walkway up to where Vox is sitting, in front of many large screens, showing the activities of many denizens of Hell. She stops and puts her hands on her hips.

“Yes, Vox?” She breathes out

He turns around in his chair “Saw you were doing a LIVE in your room,” he takes a sip from his mug that says ‘FUCK ALASTOR’ “Come closer,” he beckons her with his index finger “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,”

She obeys him and takes a step forward. He’s confused a bit “Come here, come to me, my dear,” she does, stopping when she’s about a foot away from him.

“Yes?”

“I have an idea for you,” he smirks “We’re supposed to get a new shipment of appliances, and Velvette is getting some new clothes,” he pauses, sipping again “We’re sending them to you. You’re gonna advertise them on your LIVEs,”

“I just started doing LIVEs,”

“I know you did,” he grins “You’re gonna do another one later today, and then tomorrow, and then… next Friday you’re gonna be on Vox 2-Nite. We’re gonna meet this Voe the Beau, introduce her to all of Hell,”

She widens her eyes “Really?”

Vox nods “Yeah, really. But maybe you don’t wanna do it. Am I wasting your time?” he starts to turn around in his chair.

Voe yanks him back “Fuck yeah! You’re gonna pay me for making the lives right?”

His grin falls “No, it’s gonna be free labor, why wouldn’t I?!”

“Don’t yell at me Vox,”

“Or what? If you want this, you’re gonna have to be a good girl. Are you a good girl Voe?”

She blushes and looks away “Sometimes,”

He shrugs “Oh, well sometimes isn’t good enough. Maybe I could find someone else to do it,” he turns away in his chair mumbling to himself

Voe sighs “Yes,”

“Hmm?”

“Yes,”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Vox,”

“Yes, Vox what?”

She inhales her blush taking over most of her face “Yes Vox, I- I’m a good girl,”

He swivels back around in his chair, his voice distorting “I know you are. Your next LIVE is at 8 sharp. You are going to be doing a makeup tutorial with Velvette’s new ‘Sinful Palette’,” he opens it up for her, then places it in a bag that he hands to her. She takes the bag.

“Is that all?”

“And wear something nice. That’s all,” he smirks at her “Actually Voe” he turns back around and grabs a bag that reads ’Triple 6’ on it “Actually, wear this,” he hands it to her with a huge grin “Can’t wait to watch it,”

She turns to walk away and then turns back “Vox,” she calls

“Hmm?”

“You’re an Overlord, right?”

“That’s correct,”

“Why haven’t you asked for my soul?” 

He crosses his legs “I have bigger plans for you Voe, unless you want me to have your soul,”

She turns back around without answering him, and Vox watches her walk away.

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“Just because I want you on camera, doesn’t mean that you don’t still have other work to do,” Vox tells her “I need you to do my dry cleaning, but don’t take it to that other place, I hate that place. Take it to that other other place, you know the one. And I need my lunch, you know my lunch?”

“Since when am I in charge of your lunch?”

“Today,”

She rolls her eyes “What do you want?”

“You know what I want,”

“No, I don’t,”

Vox groans “I don’t have time to explain things to you,”

Voe lets out an exasperated sigh as he throws his suit at her.

She wandered the streets of Hell trying to find the other other dry cleaners, going inside every dry cleaner and asking if Vox sends his assistants in there. They all told her, yes, but some of those bitches were lying. She settled on one that was bigger and newer than the others, it gave her a crisp feeling. She dropped it off and went to take care of lunch.

“If I was Vox, what would I eat? Hmm? Chargers and wires?” She chuckles to herself “Wait, how does he get food in his mouth?” 

When she exited, across the street was a restaurant that’s called ‘vVv Restuarant’ and slapped her forehead. ‘Trust us with your tastebuds’ it read under the sign. Voe was quite unimpressed with the lack of variety on the menu. Vox was a man so he’d probably complain about only having one sandwich, so she bought him two.

Rushing out with the sandwiches and a drink, she was walking pretty quickly, eager to get away from all the heathens causing damage outside. Her heels clicked in a quick rhythm as she made her way through the streets, not fully there in her own head. She thought of her first LIVE as an official influencer and what she would say, she wondered what Vox thought of her and why suddenly he was interested in her talent. Her thoughts were broken by running into something thin and solid.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Was her instinct to say, she rubbed her forehead and opened her eyes looking up. She was greeted by the sight of an extremely tall demon, with a fancy red coat, a cane with a microphone on it, and red hair with black tips, that gathered on top of his head in a similar shape as the ears she had on her head. A large grin took up the majority of his face and his bright red eyes were quite a sight to behold. 

“Oh my, such crude language for such a lovely girl,” he puts his hand out, leaning down. She takes it and he helps her up

“What do you expect, you knocked into me?”

“Well, perhaps you should slow down instead of rushing,”

“Yeah, I got things to do,”

“Then I guess you should be on your merry way,” and moves out of her way

“Right,” she walks past him “Weirdo,” she mumbles and takes off back to V-Tower

She plants the sandwiches in front of Vox 

“Your suit will be ready in two days,” she tells him

“Awe, thank you,” he speaks mockingly and pinches her cheek

Voe pulls away “I got you that for lunch,”

“Aw- wait, two? I only wanted one!”

“How would I know that? You didn’t tell me what you wanted!”

Vox groans “I gave you a clear list of things, did I ask for two fucking sandwiches? NO! I asked for one!”

“You didn’t ask for anything!”

Vox starts pacing “The camera already adds 10 pounds, now it’ll add about 500 pounds!”

Voe scoffs “First off terrible math, and second you don’t have to eat them both now!”

“I can’t deal with you right now, just put them down and get out of my sight!”

“Oh Vox, scared you’re not pretty?” She jokes

He whips around “Get out NOW!” His voice distorting

“Fine, geez,” she throws her hands up and leaves his office, unsure of what the previous interaction meant for her career and advancement. She takes the elevator back up to the ground floor finding Velvette looking around the lobby

“Just the sinner I was looking for! Come here love,” 

Voe walks up to the doll demon, wondering what she needs “Yeah?”

Velvette puts a measuring tape around her waist “I guess we don’t have to take it out. You know you should really wear clothes your size because I thought you were huge,”

Voe blinks “These are the clothes you gave me,”

She waves her off “Mhmm,” and types on her phone before taking Voe’s hand “Come,” She leads Voe to her studio, where there’s an entire rack of clothes set up and ready for Voe to try on. “Try these on,” she flippantly commands her while staring at her phone “Don’t do the live until I know if these fit, I will not be embarrassed,”

“Oh, Vox gave me something to wear,”

Velvette looks up in disgust “What from that horried store Triple 6? They can’t dress themselves, let alone anyone else! Did you see what they had Verosika Mayday wearing on her tour?”

“I don’t know who that is,”

“You’ll wear these that I give you. And you can wear those Triple 6 rags to bed,”

“Fine then. I will tell you that my signature color is pink. It looks great against my complexion,”

“And what a fine complexion you have, you’re welcome,” she winks at the doe

Voe tries on clothes for what seems like hours Velvette occasionally gives her feedback

“Strike a pose. No no, just. What are you doing? Just put your hands on your hips! Damn was that so fucking hard? How about earrings?” She leans into Voe’s face “Your ears aren’t pierced! Well, we’ll get on that. Hmm, maybe a nose ring?”

Voe shakes her head “I don’t know about that,” 

“You have the nose for it!”

Voe raises a brow, Velvette sighs

“Perhaps a bellybutton ring,” She claps “Now!” She goes through the outfits Voe has tried on, and picks one “Wear this on your LIVE. If you’re going to be working here then you need to look your best, always. You’re representing us, and we will not be made a fool of. Understand?”

Voe nods “Yes ma’am,”

“Good,” she hands her the outfit “Here,”

The outfit was a hot pink romper with a cool blue blazer and studded cool blue pumps.

“I certainly hope you can walk in heels,”

“I can,”

“Can you strut?”

Voe smirks “I do it every day,”

“Well do it right now,”

Voe slips on the pumps and shows Velvette her model walk, loading it with all the confidence she’s saved in her back pocket for years.

“A bit shaky, but not bad. Not bad at all,” Velvette glances down at Voe’s ass when she says this and Voe decides to give her a wink back.

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“Hi guys, it’s Voe the Beau, and I know I did a LIVE earlier, but I’m back and I’m gonna show you how to do my makeup,” Voe takes off her blazer and puts her hair back

cute

brand???

show us the palette!!

“Today I’m using Velvette’s newest palette, ‘Sinful’,”

oh shit

THAT HASNT RELEASED YET!!

LUCKY BITCH

She opens the palette and shows it to the camera “Ooh these are some dark tones, I love that,” she reads the names of the shades “So we have, ‘Blood’, which a deep red ‘Poison’ which is a deep purple and- Oh” Voe sounds grossed out when she reads one. She turns it back to the camera, covering the name of one “Guys, you see this one? This white one? It’s called ‘Val’s Juice’, and it has little sparkles in it,”

 OMG I LOVE SPARKLES

“Same girly pop,”

ur uber hot

“I know!” She smiles “Damn, if this what his juice looks like, what Val be eatin’?”

ME BABY

HE CAN EAT ME!

OMG VAL IS SO SEXY

LOL FUCK HIM FOR ME LMAO

“Oooh here’s one for me, it’s a dark pink. It’s called ‘Love Potion’,”

I AM SO JELLY

nah she too pretty to just be on my phone screen

“Then maybe use your Vpad, if you have one, which you should,”

i want it in blue

yesssss that electric

“Okay so today I’ll be using, ‘Love Potion, ‘Val’s Juice’ and this black one called ‘Abyss’,”

nah she a freak yall can’t see it?

“Me? A freak?” She puts her hand on her chest  jokingly “What gave you that idea?”

not u teasing us

girl please

Voe starts with her foundation, then concealer and powder. She fills in her eyebrows but makes it clear that “That’s an optional step,”

how r u so beautiful???

Voe shrugs “I guess I just died that way,”

shes so pretty

im gunna double die shes so gorgeous

show them thighs off

“My thighs are currently covered, but I’m known as a ‘thicc queen’” she puts it in quotes as she puts the white eyeshadow in the corners of her eyes “So I’ve got ‘Val’s Juice’ in the corners of my eyes,” she says while laughing

lmaooooooooooooooooooo

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

😭😭😭😭😭

BAD AIM I GUESS

Voe laughs along with them and says “Now I’m using ‘Love Potion’,” She spreads the shade onto her eyelid “It’s so pigmented, I love this! You don’t have to go back over and over and layer it! It’s just right on the first go! Okay now I’m using ‘Abyss’ on the edge of my eye” She outlines a wing and fills it in with the shade, blending it on with her lids. “Okay you can never go wrong with some highlight and glitter,” she applies them and turns to the camera “How do I look chat?”

gorgeous 😍

WE NEED TO SEE MORE OF YOU

promise to come back!!

“Okay, chat question. How would I look with a bellybutton ring?”

omg so cuuuute

even cuter with a nose ring

“Ugh, you guys and this nose ring propaganda,”

YOU’D LOOK HOT AND EDGY

“But I’m not edgy,”

what are u then?

“I’m more of a preppy popular girl,” she pouts her plump lips and leans forward

preppy wit a nose ring????

“It’s not really my style but I’d try a belly button ring,” Voe looks at the time and decides to end the LIVE “Okay, that’s all for tonight! Love ya!” she blows the camera a kiss before turning it off. “UGH!” she falls back on her bed. Pretending to be all high energy was exhausting for her. She even raised the pitch of her voice on the LIVEs, it wasn’t all pretend, but this heightened version of herself required way too much energy. The door slid open and Vinny entered

“What Vinny?”

“Mr. Vox wants to see you,”

“Where?”

“In the conference room? Uh, well the Vess would like to see you,”

When Voe reached the conference room, all the Vees and their intimidating presence were fully displayed. They all have straight faces and are eerily quiet until she settles herself into a seat.

“Yes?” she sounds bored

“We saw your LIVE, and I just wanted to issue my congrats,”

They respond with scattered clapping “Outstanding dear,” Velvette compliments her “I had my doubts, but you rocked that romper,”

“Yeah, my juice looks good on you,” Val grins, saliva dripping from his lips

“There’s more isn’t there?” she asked “You didn’t just call me down here to give me praise,”

“We want the LIVEs to be longer, clearly the people love to hear you, so perhaps script them?”

“And you need to start doing videos too, and they have to be at least 3 minutes long,”

They all look at Val to see his input and he’s playing a game on his phone. He looks up “Oh I don’t have anything to say,”

An intern bursts into the room and calls out “Mr. Vox! Mr. Vox!” they sound out of breath and they all turn to them

“We are literally in a MEETING!” Vox slams his fist on the desk

When the intern catches their breath they say “The Radio Demon is on the air,”

Vox stands up hastily “Meeting adjourned!” And runs out of the room

Vel and Val purse their lips in annoyance

“Are you two coming or WHAT?”

They step up to begrudgingly follow him and Voe tags along, wanting to be supported. She runs up next to Velvette 

“The Radio Demon?” she asks the other woman

Vel rolls her eyes “Ugh,”

“What are you saying you fucking asshole?!” Vox asks crouched over a radio

“Vox, calm down before you cause another blackout,”

“What’s got his panties bunched up?”

Val takes a drag of his cigarette “El demonio de la radio”

“Heh?”

Vel scoffs “The Radio Demon,”

“Who is that? Vox’s mortal enemy?”

She groans “I guess you could say that,”

“If you hate him, why are we listening to this?”

“Because he’s trying to find, what is it Vox?”

“An angle!”

“Yes, an angle,” Velvette mocks him

“VINNY COME TAKE NOTES. I’VE GOT YOU NOW ALASTOR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!”

Voe looks around the room “Does he know that he looks legit crazy right now?”

Velvette shrugs “I don’t know what’s going on through his head in these moments,” 

Voe looks down at the radio “I can’t believe you even own this,” she goes to poke it before her hand is swatted at by Vox

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” he snarls 

“What the fuck? Is it really that serious?”

Velvette rolls her eyes “You have no idea,”

“But you didn’t hear this from me!” The voice on the radio said, “Aha!”

“Aha!” He mocks “SHUT UP BITCH”

Voe leans forward on the table “Wow Vox, I haven’t known you that long, but this is the lowest point I’ve ever seen you at,”

“Oh trust me, he’s been lower,”

“Oh I am so much better than him, right?” he whips around to the others who nod bored

Voe laughs “Vox you’re constantly acting like the big man in charge, but you come undone for a voice on the radio? What, do you think he’s prettier than you?”

“HE IS NOT!”

“Ugh, I can’t” Velvette walks away scrolling away on her phone

Voe turns to walk away. She cannot see Vox like this and hears the clicking of heels that are not hers. She turns to find Valentino behind her with a huge grin. 

“Amorcita,” he calls her, then bends down to meet the doe at eye level “I’ve heard from Vox that you desire the game that comes from us, yes?”

She blinks “You guys talk about me?”

“Of course hermosa! You’re something special,” he winks

She lets this compliment settle “Go on,”

“You’ll never get what you’re looking for working for Vox…come work for me instead,”

She’s skeptical “Don’t you make porn?”

He takes a drag on his cigarette “I prefer to call them adult films. They’re art,” he chuckles “and you are the perfect asset to enhance my art. A thick brown doe, now that is something people would pay top dollar to see. You could easily be bigger than Angel Dust,”

“Isn’t Angel Dust your pride and joy?”

He shrugs “Don’t worry, he’s just a toy. You would have my full attention,” he grins again 

Voe starts walking and Val follows her. 

“I don’t know about doing porn,”

He grabs her chin “Aww, are you shy? You can’t be with that body,” he bites his lip

“I’m not shy, I just think I could be doing better things. Did you know Vox invited me to be a guest on his show?” She pulls her chin out of his grip. 

Val squints and furrows his brows, letting out a tiny ‘squeak’ as he responds “And then what? You’re on the show and then you’re done. With me, you’ll be a star forever,”

“Do you want my soul?”

“Well, that is the price, yes,”

“Wouldn’t that mean you own me?” Val shrugs “Give me time to think, we may be able to work something out,”

Time to think? She already knew that she would not be participating in his whore activities, but it was good to leave the door open for further business opportunities. She was above pornography, but never above fame.

Chapter 3>

[griefbacon]

‘I had her first’

Daryl Dixon x reader

Description: hurt comfort, jealousy, overprotective, fight scene

Copyright © griefbacon 2023. All rights reserved. This is original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

She/they reader pronouns :)

The group had found Alexandria, a safe place to stay for at least awhile. She had met Daryl while still dating Xander. They hadn’t gotten close until after Xander and her had broken up. They started going on patrols and supply runs together, getting more and more frequent as days went on. Soon it wasn’t jobs anymore, it was walking around the forest, sharing food, laughing, everything. Daryl had asked them out almost 7 months since they started hanging out. Since then Xander had been insufferable, he was always in their business, practically stalking the couple, until one day emotions boiled over.

“ Say it again, I dare ya’ ”, Daryl inched closer to Xander. They couldn’t see his face, but the icy tone in his voice gave them a clear picture. “ I said that I had her first and you ain’t nothin’ ”, Xander spat, getting in Daryl’s face.

“ Daryl come on, let’s not do this ”, Rick interrupted, gesturing to them both. It was silent between the two men, neither breaking eye contact. It looked like a fight between wild animals, the snarls and grunts telling the other they were not going to back down. Rick’s attempt to defuse the situation wasn’t working, at all, yet he tried again,” Daryl, don’t do this, it’s not worth the trouble”. It was over when Xander piped in ,” listen to your master, dog ”, a silent ‘shit’ came from Rick.

A fist connected to his jaw and a fight broke out. I backed away from Daryl over to where Michonne was standing, she put a hand on my shoulder, still watching with wide eyes. I stared in shock at the sight before me, other men had jumped into action trying to pry them off of each other with yells from both groups. They dragged them off of each other, Daryl shoved them off of him and trudged into the woods while Xander was brought into a house to cool off.

Daryl had disappeared into the woods, Carol put her arm over their shoulder,” let him cool off, come on, let’s get you something to drink ”. She led her away from the scene, as they looked back towards the woods with worry.

They sat on their porch, swinging their feet off the side of the porch in thought. Mind swirling with thoughts of Daryl and his wellbeing.

Daryl walked out of the woods with a skinned and cleaning rabbit in his hand. He spotted them immediately, he always did. His face burned with embarrassment, ashamed of not keeping his cool earlier. He stomped past them.

“ Daryl? “, he stopped, she looked at him with concern as he turned around to look at her, grunting in acknowledgment. They walked towards him, holding his face in her hands she stared intently. He was bruised and battered, they rubbed their thumb over dried blood, scraping it off in the process. “ Are you okay? How are you feeling? “, she asked softly, worry lacing her words. Daryl avoided her gaze in favor of staring at the ground, shifting on his feet.

“ M’fine “, he said, nonchalant, she pressed her lips together in a thin line. “ Come on, let me clean you up “, they grabbed his hand, leading him to the house. He trailed along after them, cheeks still hot from embarrassment.

They ran the water, fiddling with the knobs to get the temperature just right as Daryl watched from his seat on the counter. He couldn’t help but feel slightly dizzy at the thought of her cleaning him. She turned to him ,” strip and get in the bath, I’ll clean you “, they left the bathroom, clicking the door shut, he stripped, settling into the bath. The heat soothed his aching muscles as he relaxed.

They knocked at the door, calling to him. He grunted as a sign to come in. She clicked the door open, holding a towel, wash cloth, and different clothes he could wear. She sat the clothes and towel on the sink tenderly before turning to him with the cloth. Getting on their knees, wetting the cloth in the water and lathering it with soap. She goes to wash him but hesitates, Daryl’s face was flushed as he gave her a slightly confused look, “ is it okay if I touch you? “, his heart skipped a beat, it was a simple gesture, asking for consent, but he couldn’t help but melt. He nodded, she grinned ,” okay, at any point tell me if you get uncomfortable in any way “.

They washed him, scrubbing away the built up grime and sweat on his body. She periodically checked on him, making sure he was still okay and not uncomfortable, to which he nodded. She washed his hair, using their nails to massage his scalp ,” Daryl? “, he barely registered his name as he peeked open his eyes to look at them. “ Hmm? “, they stopped scrubbing his scalp ,” Daryl tell me how you feel, tell me what happened “, his face scrunched at the memory, not wanting to think about it. “ Please? I’m worried about you “, he sighed and caved in ,” I’ got angrier the more he spoke about ‘chu, saying how he had you first, it.. didn’t feel good’ “.

Her face saddened at him, he was so clearly insecure, how did she not see it sooner. They brought his face to hers and kissed his forehead tenderly. Daryl leaned into it, enjoying the intimacy, they pulled away, Daryl subconsciously chasing their touch. They cradled his face in their hands ,” whether or not he ‘had me first’, you have me now, I love you, I adore you, I have no interest in him anymore, you are my focus, the apple of my eye “, he stared into their eyes, searching for, something, he wasn’t sure what.

They kissed him again, bringing him closer, it was long, meaningful, it wasn’t about the kiss, it was about their love for each other, the whole reason she was bathing him, sitting with him at the camp, laying by his side at night, they loved him. They pulled away, Daryl had stars in his eyes, that told him everything he needed to know.

“ Are you ready to get out of the bath? “, he nodded, allowing her to help him out of the bath and handing him a towel. She unplugged the drain, watching the dirty water wash away. She dried his hair and brushed it, untangling the knots being careful not to pull too hard. They helped him into some comfortable clothes and led him to bed.

They crawled into bed together, Daryl laid his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat. “ I love you Daryl ”, he heard her sleepy voice say, he reared his head up and kissed her on the cheek,” love ya’ too “, he laid his head back down, feeling secure in the arms of his lover, his reason to keep going.

They ran the water, fiddling with the knobs to get the temperature just right as Daryl watched from his seat on the toilet. He couldn’t help but feel slightly dizzy at the thought of her cleaning him. She turned to him ,” strip and get in the bath, I’ll clean you “, they left the bathroom, clicking the door shut, he stripped, settling into the bath. The heat soothed his aching muscles as he relaxed.

They knocked at the door, calling to him. He grunted as a sign to come in. She clicked the door open, holding a towel, wash cloth, and different clothes he could wear. She sat the clothes and towel on the sink tenderly before turning to him with the cloth. Getting on their knees, wetting the cloth in the water and lathering it with soap. She goes to wash him but hesitates, Daryl’s face was flushed as he gave her a slightly confused look, “ is it okay if I touch you? “, his heart skipped a beat, it was a simple gesture, asking for consent, but he couldn’t help but melt. He nodded, she grinned ,” okay, at any point tell me if you get uncomfortable in any way “.

They sipped their tea, hanging her legs off of the porch in thought. Daryl still hadn’t got back yet, their mind swirling with worry.

Daryl walked out of the woods, he held a skinned and cleaned rabbit. He noticed them, but embarrassment kept him from walking inverted and checking on her. They looked up, hearing heavy footsteps practically running away from them.

“ Daryl? “, he froze in his tracks, turning to them, grunting in acknowledgment. “ Are you okay? How are you feeling? “, they abandoned their tea on the porch in favor of walking to Daryl, examining him. His face was bruised and battered, dried blood crusting off when she brushed over it with her finger. Daryl’s face burned from the attention they were giving him, still not used to her eyes on him.

“ m’fine “, he brushed their hand away, reluctantly, face still red from the contact. She stared intensely at him, he couldn’t help but avoid her gaze and shifted his feet. It was silent for awhile before she spoke ,” let’s get you cleaned up “, they grabbed his hand, leading him to the house.

[a-strange-inkling]

“Hoh boy,” he hears Ned say quietly to himself, rubbing the back of his neck and quickly disappearing backstage.

Jesus, what now? He wonders, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Can one thing go right today?

First Gareth called in, too hungover to play after partying Saturday, then Jimmy’s mic didn’t pass the sound check and tech still hasn’t figured out what the problem is and now…

“Jesus Christ…” Eddie mutters in annoyance, smacking a palm over his face the moment he turns around to see his sixteen year old daughter strutting up the stairs in a pink crop top and denim mini shorts with fishnet tights and combat boots. “Nope, nope, nope absolutely not!” He makes a cross with his arms over his chest, shaking his head.

“What?” She raises her hands in confusion.

“Maggie… what on earth are you wearing?”

“Uh clothes.” She responds, looking herself over, already taking that smart, defiant tone. As if to say duuuhhh.

“…I’m sorry, there’s been a mistake,” he drones sarcastically when she reaches the platform, crossing his arms in a very Wayne stance. “I asked for a replacement drummer, not a back up dancer from a Britney Spears’ music video.”

“Dad!”

“Margaret.” He counters with the same whiny tone. She pouts just like her mother does. “…Really, kid? You’ve got to do this to me when we’re twenty minutes from going on for this stupid thing?”

“It’s my aesthetic! It’s my expression of self—”

“Yeah, sure, okay, listen young—very, very young lady,”…oh lord, he’s even pointing at her with an authoritative finger, he’s such a fucking dad. “I don’t care what it is, there is no way in hell you are wearing that on stage.”

“Well, Father, I don’t exactly have anything else to wear, I came straight over from Ashley’s because you needed my help.”

“Well then, I guess it was a wasted trip, you’re not going on.”

“But whhhyyy!?” She stomps her foot in indignation. Eddie just walks past her, inhaling long and deep through his nose as he starts digging through the neatly folded piles on the merch table.

“Gee, I don’t know, Maggie, I guess I’m just not really comfortable letting my underage daughter go on stage dressed like that in front of a crowd of drunk sports fans.”

“Well, what are you going to do without a drummer then?”

He shrugs his shoulders uncaringly. “Play poorly.”

Jimmy and a few of the stagehands glance over at the commotion, but are smart enough to slowly side step right out of the area.

“Everyone wears this! It’s the style! It’s what I wear at my shows—”

Her passionate speech is cut off as he throws a XXL Corroded Coffin sweatshirt over her head that almost reaches down to her knees. “Yeah, well, not with my band.” he replies.

“You’re not serious!!” she exclaims angrily as her blonde head pops up through the collar, quickly freeing her hair so that her curls don’t frizz up.

“Dead serious.” He smiles tightly, patting her head as he goes to see what’s happening with the mic.

“This is so lame, Dad!” she cries after him.