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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY | 7

stranger things | eddie munson x reader | rated e | 5.6k

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fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn (for me), friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, consensual pursuit and capture, oral sex (f receiving), handjobs, condoms, piv sex, tags will be updated as needed

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

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After you agreed, Eddie stood with a groan. His back popped. You grinned, though certain yours would do the same. He mumbled something about his numb ass, but turned to offer his hand. When you took it, he pulled you onto unsteady feet. You wobbled in your loose boots and grabbed his other arm.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he said, and put a hand on your hip.

“Thank you, honey.”

His cheeks pinked.

You smiled — probably looking as giddy as you felt.

“You like it when I call you ‘honey’?” you asked.

“You can call me whatever you want.”

“Can I call you mine, then?”

His lips parted, yet he remained quiet.

You continued, “Or should I call you Eddie Muffin?” You held back a laugh, voice going reedy as you asked, “My little muffin man?”

Playful now, he growled, “Little?!” and shoved his icy hands under your jacket.

You squealed and tried to get away. He yanked you to him, wriggling his fingers under your top.

“I’ll show you little.”

“No!” You squirmed. “Please—!”

His hands found your bare skin; touch so chilly, it nearly burned. You yelped, pulling away and hopping over the wheel stop. He gave chase with clawed hands and snarling lips. You dodged around the few parked cars, snickering despite your heart knocking hard in your chest.

“You’re gonna get it!” he said, grinning.

You laughed. “Oh yeah, Muffin Man?”

You darted around a car and attempted to keep enough distance between you and his icy hands. He stalked you around it, eyes flashing with mirth and lust. Heat pooled low in your belly as clashing urges of making him work for it and allowing him to catch you warred in your head.

“Yeah, I’m gonna catch you and kiss you and make you scream.”

“Scream in horror,” you said, acting scared and putting your hands to your cheeks. “Oh, Eddie!” You jogged towards the motel, cackling. “You demonic muffin!”

The staccato thump of his boots got closer and closer. You darted to the left. His fingers slipped over your jacket. You glanced back in time to see him lose a boot. It hardly deterred him. He cursed as he ran unevenly after you, hopping over litter and other debris. He didn’t appear to care about getting hurt. He was too focused on you.

You pivoted and ran towards him to corral him to the motel’s sidewalk. His eyes widened, though he didn’t slow. You swerved around him, giving him a wide berth and sticking out your tongue.

He reached for you as he laughed. “Don’t show it if you aren’t gonna use it!”

“Who said I wouldn’t?” you asked as you sidestepped his grasping hands.

Your loose boot caught in a crack. You tripped, but kept yourself upright by pinwheeling your arms. You skipped away from the crack, which was more a chasm than anything else. You now had to make up for the loss in distance. He gained on you by the second.

You hopped and hit the ground running. The sidewalk was only a few yards away. Your lungs nearly burned from how hard you’d been racing around the parking lot. You focused on the splitting paint of your room door and kept moving—

Until Eddie’s arm wrapped around your middle.

He jerked you against his front, wrapped his other arm around you, and lifted you off the ground. You kicked your feet with a squeak, almost losing your boots. His hold tightened, and he turned to the parking lot.

“Eddie, what...?”

“Gotta get my boot.”

He carried you to his deserted boot despite your protests. You weren’t light, and you certainly didn’t want him hurting himself. However, he ignored your fussing. He set you on your feet briefly to slip his boot on, then he picked you up again.

You giggled at his ridiculousness and let your legs sway as he walked to the door.

“I can walk,” you said.

“And run and jump — I’m quite aware.”

“Then you can put me down.”

“Nope! Not yet.”

You groaned as if tired of his shenanigans and flopped your head onto his shoulder. He chuckled in response, breath tickling your ear. The sky was a melding of orange and lavender. Gilded pink clouds streaked the domed expanse.

Once at the motel door, you fished the key from your jacket pocket and had him lower you enough to unlock it. You closed the door for him, dropping your key on the broken bed. He marched to the other bed, lowered you to the floor, and turned you by the hips to face him.

High color stained his cheeks and nose, reminding you of the pink clouds outside. You wanted to taste that color and feel the heat of his blood just under the surface. You put your hands at his nape to draw him down. He resisted, though, moving his head back each time you moved forward.

“Eddie...”

“Lie down.”

“Kiss me first.”

He unclasped your hands and brought them forward.

“I’ll kiss you when you lie down,” he said.

You huffed, latched onto his jacket, and flopped onto the bed, dragging him with you. He landed with an ‘oof’ and a chuckle before nestling his hips between your thighs. You ducked to kiss his throat, dragged your teeth over the delicate skin. Against your lips, his pulse hammered below the corner of his jaw. You sucked at it as you ran your hands over his heaving chest.

He rolled his pelvis with a soft groan. His sleep pants left little to the imagination. The hard ridge of his cock jerked against your belly. You wanted it all: his cock, his lips, his tongue, the salt of his skin.

You mouthed to his ear, nosing under his unruly hair, and sucked at the lobe. His hips hitched as he shivered and gasped. You nipped at the fragile rim of his ear. He whispered a curse, sagging on his elbows.

Sliding your hands down his sides, you breathed, “Kiss me.”

“Fuck, I can’t say no to you.”

“Then don’t.”

He lowered himself until his chest pressed to yours. His hair curtained your face. He took your mouth like you imagined he’d take your cunt, demanding and overwhelming. His tongue tasted of weed and artificial orange.

You slinked your hands over his hips, then between his legs to fondle the hot mound of his erection. He gasped against your lips as he rocked into your palm. You reveled in the fact he let you do it, that you could touch him until check-out at noon.

Voice slinky, he said, “Fucking teasing me.”

Before you could say anything, he forced your wrists above your head. Your breath sped at his hold. In silent reply, you planted your feet on the bed and circled your pelvis. He moved with you, like he couldn’t help himself.

“Want it bad, don’t you?”

“Don’t you?” you asked.

“Oh, yeah.” He spread his knees and fanned opened your jacket. “Can feel your hard nipples.”

You didn’t have time to be self-conscious. He rose on an elbow to drag the hem of your pajama top up. It was a caress over your stomach, your breasts. He stared at your peaked nipples. His eyes darted to your face to check in. You bit your lip and pushed your chest towards him.

He latched onto a nipple, sucking and digging his teeth around the tip. Your mouth dropped open as you arched and buried your hands in his hair. Every hot pull went straight to your pussy. He gathered your breast in his hand, the rough pads of fingers rasping at your skin, and squeezed it to draw more of you in his mouth.

You wanted to plead, but you didn’t know for what. More? Harder? Wilder?

Fuck yes to all of that.

You whimpered, “Eddie, shit.”

He released your nipple, breathing heavily. The sudden chill of his spit evaporating tingled to your toes.

“Yeah, me too.”

He reared up to throw off his jacket and yank his t-shirt over his head. You sat forward and ran your hands across his smooth torso, thumbs tracing the dip going up the center of his body. He caught your hands just below his tattoos; his dusky nipples hard under your palms.

You met his dark eyes before looking a path down his body. He had enough muscle definition and the hint of a farmer’s tan coloring his forearms. He was gorgeous. You wanted to mark him, leave your lust in scratches and bites and hickeys.

Your cunt pulsed at the sight.

“Jesus Christ,” he said and dove in to kiss you.

His lips crashed against yours, teeth nipping and tongue teasing. You held onto his shoulders, his neck, the heavy hair at the back of his head. He pushed an arm under your jacket, around your ribs.

You realized you’d forgotten all about your jacket.

“Help me,” you said while wiggling to free your arms.

Together, you scooted up the mattress to leave your jacket behind. You shoved it away until it fell off the bed. Neither of you were graceful, yet it didn’t matter.

He ducked to kiss your throat and follow the neckline of your top to your upper chest. He cupped one of your breasts, touch burning through the thick fabric. You whined when it wasn’t enough. You wanted to feel his skin.

“I got it,” he said, and unbuttoned your top with shaking fingers.

You smoothed his hair away, ruffling his bangs, as he went. Once finished, he gave you a coy grin before ducking to kiss between your breasts. He held your neglected breast to steady it as he kissed its nipple. His fever-hot mouth had you groaning and clutching at him.

A muffled groan agreed with you as he sucked.

Just as it got to be too much, he slunk lower. Like leaving breadcrumbs, he sprinkled biting kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your pajama bottoms. He inched them down, exposing the top of your underwear.

He buried his face with another groan, nose nudging at the dip of your bellybutton. His humid breath heated your skin.

You breathed, “Eddie...”

“Smell so good.”

You arched your back as you held onto his flexing shoulders.

“Don’t stop.”

He met your eyes, his own dark with need.

“Yeah?” he asked, shifting down the bed.

You whimpered an affirmative and straightened your legs. One booted foot hung off the bed. Your inner thighs burned; your pussy steamy and soaked and quivering. You didn’t know where you wanted him now. You just wanted all of him.

He hooked his fingers under the waistbands of your underwear and bottoms.

“Lie back, let me—” He swallowed. “Let me do this.”

You nodded as he tugged your clothes down your hips. He trailed kisses along the curve of your belly. Each touch of his soft lips had your stomach and cunt fluttering in anticipation.

He paused to kneel and twist off your boots. You wiggled your toes and wondered if you should push your bottoms down for him. He liked to do things himself, but you wanted him too badly to wait.

Before you decided, Eddie turned. He took hold of your waistbands again. The fabric hid the triangle of your pubic hair and your upper thighs. You bit your lip, wanting him, yet not wanting him to judge. You knew you weren’t perfect—

He frowned.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay, just...”

He crawled up to kiss you once more. You deepened it automatically as you ran your hands over his hair, his shoulders, down his inked arms. You could kiss and rub your bare skin against his all day.

He pulled away a scant inch.

“You know I think you’re beautiful, right?”

You smiled and glanced at his red mouth as your face warmed further.

“So are you.”

“Not like you.” He brushed his nose against yours. “Let me see you, baby, taste you.” His eyes closed. “God, I want to feel you on my dick.”

Heat bloomed in your chest and raced to your cheeks at his unexpected words. You figured he’d get you in bed, strip you, and fuck you. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. You should’ve known better. Last night, he’d wanted to be close to you, pleasure you, and experience climax with you. He’d sucked your wetness from his fingers, too.

On top of that, you didn’t know when you’d get such an opportunity to have him like this again.

You kissed him, held his face, breathed in the clean musk of his skin. You had to remember this moment.

You broke the kiss to say, “Whatever you want.”

He blushed, rosy and perfect.

Without a word, he straightened and worked your clothes down. His boot caught in the rumpled sheets, making him lurch with a laugh. You laughed with him and brought your legs together to assist. He pulled off your clothes, cast them aside, and kicked away his boots.

His smile dissolved as he studied you.

“Goddamn.”

He gripped your hips and maneuvered between your legs, shuffling down the bed. You almost protested, but your words died as he kissed your belly. You fisted the sheets when he continued to nose against your skin.

He wrapped one hand around your hip, the other holding your inner thigh open. He kissed down your belly, beyond your bush, and traced a thumb up your wet slit.

“Tell me if I do something wrong, okay?”

“‘kay,” you said as you laid your head back and closed your eyes.

“‘kay.”

He eased your labia apart. The cooler air made your pussy clench. You were completely exposed. His hair tickled your inner thighs. A warm puff of air displaced the cooler. His mouth was right there. You were about to look when the velvety flat of his tongue lapped up your folds.

You encouraged him with a sound. He lapped at you again until he pressed the lower part of his face into your pussy and pushed his tongue inside you. He frenched your hole. You gasped and stared open-mouthed at the ceiling.

He returned to licking, catching your clit at the top. With each drag of his tongue, your hips jerked. Sparks sizzled up your spine. You wanted him right there and whined for it.

He shushed you and slipped a finger inside. The new fullness only added to your growing pleasure. He pumped his finger in time with his lapping tongue.

You moaned because this was new. No one had ever been this coordinated.

He slowed as the fullness in your dripping cunt increased. Another finger. He was working you open, stretching you for his cock. The very thought made you want it more, made you writhe.

He rested his temple on your thigh, his soft hair caressed your skin.

“Shit, baby, it’s okay.”

“Keep going!”

With a desperate, hungry sound, he licked a thick stripe between your folds. His silky, strong tongue swirled around your clit. You fisted his hair, because, yes, right fucking there.

He groaned and kissed your clit.

“Eddie, please!”

He pressed your hips to the bed. You realized you’d been flexing and humping into the air. You wouldn’t apologize, though. It was too good for an apology.

A third finger joined the two inside you. The stretch was body memory. You remembered this fullness. It didn’t hurt. His fingers glided together, stroking nerves you could never reach.

He groaned when you pulled his hair. He flicked his tongue over your clit. Pleasured cracks crazed over your body. Your muscles tightened, yet you felt more fragile as he pumped his clever fingers and licked your clit.

“Circle it,” you said, breathless. “Like last night.”

He swirled his tongue again without having to ask. You pulled at him and keened. All your focus, all your feeling, centered between your legs. Those cracks became fractures. You gasped, like the air had gone thin. It was too much. Those fractures became fissures until you shattered like fine glass.

You cried out, cunt throbbing and ears deafening. Everything blurred. The only things that remained were his driving fingers and unrelenting tongue.

You snapped back to writhe and twist under his unyielding hold. Your cunt kept throbbing. Your heart thundered in your ears. You finally collapsed in broken, blissful pieces.

You hid your hot face in your elbow and groaned. No one had ever made you feel that good. You hadn’t known someone could give you an orgasm like that. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, but you laughed. Your brain signals were all fucked up.

Eddie’s thighs pressed to the back of yours. The light changed as he blocked the lamp with his body. The mattress dipped next to your shoulder, and gentle fingers pried your elbow away from your face. You opened your eyes to find him blushing and glowing with sweat.

“Hi,” he softly said as he lowered himself.

You grinned. His breath smelled like pussy.

“Hi.”

Your pussy.

“You good?”

You snorted. “Oh, yeah.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, tasting the salty-sweet tang of yourself on his tongue. You swept his hair from his face as he kissed you. He trailed a warm hand down to play with your breasts. Your cunt clenched again, empty and needy and ready. So ready.

The ridge of his clothed erection burned against your thigh. You clutched at his pert ass to pull him against you. He gasped into the kiss, eyes going hazy. His hips jerked.

“I have condoms,” you said.

You’d bought a 10-count box from the pharmacy the other day. Along with candy, a magazine, a word-find book, a pack of hair clips, and a small eyeshadow palette you hoped was worth the price. The clerk hadn’t blinked twice at your basket. Maybe it had been presumptuous to buy condoms, but it was better to have them and not need them than vice versa.

You continued, “We can—” You swallowed, throat dry. “—if you want.”

Eddie’s cock pulsed.

“Are... you sure?” he asked, though his eyes darkened.

You nodded and wet your lips. He swooped in to kiss you hard. You moaned into the kiss as you squeezed his ass. A fervent need you’d never known built until you were rocking your hips and pulling at him.

He wrenched himself away to hover over you on hands and knees. His flushed chest heaved with each panting breath.

“Shit, I’m gonna blow the second I’m inside you.”

“That’s okay. I want you to feel good.”

You dragged his sleep pants down until the waistband rested at the base of his cock.

“Can I?” you asked.

He gulped and gnawed at his plump bottom lip as he looked between your bodies.

You added, “Please?”

He nodded, saying, “Okay.”

You pulled them down to mid-thigh and stared at his pretty cock, which was flushed dark and glossy at the tip. It made your mouth water. You wanted to touch it, kiss it, suck on it; find every sensitive point and exploit it until he came with a shout.

You glided your hand down the length of his cock, thick precome wetting your palm, and fondled his tight sac. He moaned and spread his thighs as far as his pants would allow.

“Ah fuck, this is a bad idea. You’re gonna make me come.”

“You can.”

You ran your fingers to the tip and traced the flared crown. The skin was velvety, precome slick. The heat and heft of it had you imagining it throbbing in your hand and dripping pearly drops.

You looked at his strained, blushing face.

“Show me how you like it,” you said. “How do you do it?”

Eddie guided your hand to wrap around his cock, firmer than you expected. He twisted your hand as he had you stroke it. His hold fell away as you found a rhythm.

He rocked counter to you, his eyes squeezed shut and lip between his white teeth. You watched the red tip thrust through the circle of your hand and had a wicked thought. You dipped your free hand between your legs to gather some extra wetness.

When you added your wet hand around his cock, Eddie choked.

“Oh, Jesus— That’s— Fuck, I can’t...”

You kept stroking him with both hands, twisting them like he showed you.

“Are you going to come on me?” you asked.

“God, yes, I’m gonna cover you in it.” He moaned. “Come on your tits.”

You hummed to encourage him.

“Gonna send you home to your parents covered in my come.”

“So nasty, honey.”

“You like it.”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Yeah, I do.”

“Shit, shit— So good.”

“C’mon,” you said, stroking him a little faster.

His head tilted back, exposing his elegant throat and the lush pink that suffused his skin from chest to cheek. He was gorgeous like this: stomach curling forward as his hips thrust, wild hair clinging to his beautiful face.

His cock got harder in your hands as he cursed brokenly. He crested over you with a groan and thrust with your hands two, three, more times. Then his mouth dropped open, and he came with a ragged sound. White threads of come gushed across your torso, landing high and warm, nearly dowsing your nipples.

You stilled your hands to commit the sight of him to memory.

Eddie let his head hang as he caught his breath. His hair shrouded his face. While you wanted to see him, you wouldn’t demand it. You knew he needed a moment.

In the meantime, you released his cock and brought your hand to your face. His come mingled with yours streaked the inside of your thumb. You licked at it. The briny-bitter-tang lingered on your tongue. Somewhere underneath was the bite of smoky clove. It wasn’t off-putting.

You thought of the future, of giving him head and drinking him down. You’d have that bit of him inside you, like making him yours in every sense. You didn’t understand why that gave you such a feeling of possession.

You looked up to find him watching. You smirked and cleaned your thumb before showing him your tongue.

His jaw flexed.

You swallowed for show and thought, You’re mine now.

He descended upon you, his chest smearing his come between your bodies. He grasped the hair at the back of your head and pulled. You gasped and arched your neck. He took advantage to kiss you deeply. His tongue slithered over yours, tasting himself in your mouth.

You moaned; him a second behind.

He sucked at your bottom lip. Your stomach swooped like it was the first kiss.

“So good to me, baby,” he said, then kissed the corner of your mouth. “Always so good.” Then your cheek, your jaw. “Want you so bad.”

You grasped his shoulders and bent your legs around him. Something solid and long nudged your belly. His cock. He was still hard.

“Can you go again?” you asked with a grin.

He chuckled, sounding incredulous while nuzzling your neck.

“Yeah, I think I can,” he said.

“Get a condom.”

He kissed you before rearing up and grabbing a corner of the top sheet to wipe his come from your body.

“I thought you were going to send me home covered in come.”

He smiled impishly.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“Why, Edward Munson, you nasty boy.”

His eyes sparkled at the tease as he wiped his chest and stomach.

“And you’re a dirty girl. I’ve got you all over me.”

“It’s a good look on you.”

“I agree,” he said with a cheesy wink.

You laughed. “Go get a condom!”

He shuffled off the bed and kicked out of his pants, cradling his dick the whole time. You scooted to the head of the bed while he went for his duffle. You almost corrected him, but stopped when he produced a small box of condoms. Evidently, you weren’t the only one who traveled prepared.

You finally shrugged off your pajama top and lounged against the mound of pillows. Letting your knees rest to the side, you watched him tear open the box and pluck a thin packet from inside.

He turned, his cock heavy between his lean legs. You pressed your thighs together at the thought of him soon being inside you.

“Spread those legs for me, sweetheart,” he said.

You slid down to recline on your elbows.

“Spread ‘em,” he repeated, eyes twinkling.

You bit your lip as you swayed a crooked knee up. He stared at you as you stared at him. His erection hardened further to slope away from his thighs. You couldn’t maintain any sort of eye-contact. The rugged lines of his body drew your gaze like metal to a magnet. His slim hips sported the perfect v-lines pointing right to his cock, which jutted from a sparse patch of brown pubic hair.

That desire to touch him — kiss him — all over swept through you again. You wanted to know every inch of him. You yearned for his body tight to yours, his cock to fill and warm you.

Your stomach fluttered for the nth time this morning. You clutched at the sheets with quivering hands. You had no poetry to describe him. Not really. He was just Eddie. Your Eddie. Talented, funny, smart, and surprisingly sexy: Eddie.

You met the dark heat of his eyes.

“Wow,” you breathed. “You’re...”

You shook your head, at a loss for words.

He grinned with a touch of self-deprecation or defensiveness, like you hadn’t been ogling him for the past minute.

“Weird?” he said to finish your sentence.

“Incredible.”

He let out a bark of a laugh as his cheeks reddened.

“Incredible?”

Remembering how he’d described you, you said, “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

He played with his hair and almost dropped the packet.

“Yeah?”

“Uh, yeah. Now come here.”

He put the packet between his teeth and crawled up the bed. You glanced at his crotch, watching his cock swing between his legs. Holy shit. You hadn’t had sex in a while. Holy fuck. Yes, you’d just jerked him off, but that was not the same. You were out of practice — not like you’d had a lot of practice before moving to Hawkins.

You reached for him to hide your apprehension. It would be fine. Couples had sex every day.

He spit the condom to the side and asked, “Still with me?”

You drew him down for a kiss instead of replying.

He’d been making you feel amazing. The kiss was no different. You lost yourself in the feel of his full lips on yours. You combed through his hair, damp with sweat at the temples.

His knees knocked into your legs as he maneuvered between them. You rolled onto your back and spread your thighs. He cradled your breast and stroked the stiff nipple with a thumb, making you sigh.

“Keep going,” you said.

Wasting no time, he put a hand between your legs. He sucked in a breath like he was the one whose nerves sang. He found your tender clit to give it a few gentle circles. Your cunt throbbed with each rotation. You bit back a needy whimper as you hung onto him.

He slid a finger inside you and groaned.

“Pussy’s so hot.”

You flexed your hips to encourage him. He then slowly pumped a finger as he glanced between your face and groin. It felt good, yet at the same time a tease. You told him to add another. When he did, you exhaled at the delicious fullness.

“Good?”

You said, “Mm-hm,” with your lips clamped between your teeth.

“Fuck, let me...”

You nodded frantically, not caring what he wanted to do to you.

“Yeah, yes, do it.”

“One more, okay?”

“Now who’s teasing who?”

His smile was short-lived.

“This is killing me too, but—”

“I know: you don’t want to hurt me—”

He kissed you like a demand. You demanded right back, sucking his tongue and pulling at his shoulders.

You groaned as he squeezed a third finger in your aching cunt. The weight and stretch of it comforting and gratifying. And not enough — even though it was Eddie filling and touching you.

He pushed his fingers deep, stroking the front wall of your cunt. Sweat broke out on your back and at your hairline. Heat suffused your body from your center outwards. The pillows beneath you were stifling, and you wrenched them away.

“Enough,” you said. “I’m ready.”

He whispered a curse and eased his fingers out. The emptiness left you bereft, yet you ignored that as you watched him kneel between your legs. Pink finger imprints decorated his shoulders. His swollen, red lips reminded you of a wound. His flushed cock dripped clear precome onto the bed as he tore open the condom packet.

He rolled on the translucent condom, brows furrowing. You sat up to assist, but he gave you a look that had you leaning back on an elbow. Instead, you held his hip with your other hand and savored his smooth skin.

Once satisfied with the condom, he stopped your hand with his own.

“Lie back,” he said.

You did and let your bent legs drop open.

“Get down here and kiss me.”

He looked at your pussy and wrapped a hand tight around the base of his cock. He wet his lips and hovered on an elbow above you. Finally, he pressed his lips to yours.

In a natural pause, you whispered you wanted him.

And you did. You didn’t care if this was the only time. You wanted him to know.

The tip of his cock ran through your slick folds until it caught at your hole. He cursed against your lips.

You said, “It’s okay. I’m ready.”

“I’ll go slow.”

You breathed to release the tension in your muscles. He began that gentle, decadent push inside. With how wet you were, he sank to the hilt. You groaned and held the back of his arms to steady yourself. His cock was definitely not his fingers, yet it didn’t hurt. Nevertheless, you felt invaded and pushed to your limit.

“Jesus Christ,” he said as he bent his head.

His hair brushed your forehead.

As you acclimated, you said, “Give me a minute.”

He rested his head on your shoulder.

“Can do.”

Your cunt pulsed as it relaxed. He grunted against your collarbone. You were full to the solar plexus. His cock twitched deep inside you.

A small sound bubbled out at the feeling.

“Ready,” you said, though you weren’t sure if that was true.

Eddie grunted an affirmative and widened his stance. His groin ground against yours, making you clutch at his sides. He kissed your neck before slowly rocking his hips. You drew your knees higher, which had him sinking impossibly deeper.

He groaned and wrapped an arm behind your shoulder.

As his pace quickened, the bedsprings squeaked. The shimmying bed propelled your hips up to meet his. Each slap of his pelvis fucked an abrupt sound from you. He was so deep, his cock sliding over every lit nerve in your dripping cunt.

He pulled you to meet a thrust. It angled you differently; the shaft of his dick rubbed at the underside of your clit. You moaned and tensed and dug your nails into his skin.

He growled a ‘fuck,’ held you tighter, and thrust faster. Your cunt almost clenched, but it couldn’t. He was too thick.

He fucked you harder, cock pistoning deep — as if to draw something out of you. Your eyes went wide, your mouth opened soundlessly, as you clung to his flexing back. You didn’t know it could feel like this.

“Ah, Christ,” he moaned, then caught your lips in a kiss.

The bed clanked with his thrusts, sounding like it might break at any second. It sounded like you felt, because you didn’t know if you would make it through whatever was building.

You gasped against his open, panting mouth. He crashed into you, again and again. You twisted under him, tensing and grinding. You clamped your knees to his sides as your thighs jittered.

“That’s right, baby, c’mon.”

You moaned something like his name.

He shoved a hand between your bodies and rubbed hard on your clit. Near mindless, you stared into his eyes as he ground into you. You saw the second his climax took over. His cock throbbed. His dark eyes went unfocused as his fingers tensed. Calluses rasped over your clit. That was all it took to wrest you into a devastating orgasm with him.

Eddie hugged you, his heaving chest pressed to yours. Humid breath heated your neck where he’d buried his scalding face. His hair clung to your damp skin. You hooked your ankles behind his back as your cunt continued to pulse out of sync with your heart.

He smelled so good, all delicious sweat and musk. You mouthed at his slick shoulder.

His hand smoothed up your spine to support your neck. He lifted himself to meet your gaze. His face was pink and dewy with those vibrant eyes of his holding something so warm, so fond, so devoted, you couldn’t mistake it for anything but love. It radiated from his heart like a personal star.

You smiled as happy tears pricked your eyes and guided him down for a kiss.

Is there a joke about muffs in there somewhere? Probably.

QUESTION: Should I start a Stranger Things taglist? Are writers still doing those? If you want to be added to one, please comment or send a message.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #reader insert #em tagd #waywardrose writes

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Every Hazbin Hotel Season 1 Song Ranked

Because why not. I'm going to go from worst to best and explain why I put them there. This will include songs from the pilot + Addict. I don't believe any song is bad per say, but some are definitely better than others. They're all better than Wish's music if that means anything.

There's going to be some very controversial picks here, please put the pitchforks down.

20. It Starts with Sorry - The best way I can describe this song is "aw that was cute . . . wait what were the lyrics again?" It sounds like a mid-tier MLP song and doesn't fit the rest of the soundtrack. Very forgettable and I also felt the introduction to the song in the episode had no build up. Animation was pretty here though.

19. Whatever it Takes - I was mixed between putting this one or It Starts with Sorry at the bottom, but I like Vaggie's part enough. There's something missing here and I can't put my finger on it. I feel like it could have been stronger because the lyrics are good, but the instrumentals are so bland. I listened to a review once that said that Carmilla is a new character the show treats like you should already know and I agree. Maybe that's the reason why I don't care for this song. Mostly carried by Zestial and Vaggie's vocals and some nice lyrics.

18. Welcome to Heaven - I don't think this song is as bad as everyone says, it's just less good than the others. It sounds like something you would hear at a public pool and like It Starts with Sorry, doesn't feel like it fits the track. Emily's part was the best part and it does do it's job of establishing the difference between Heaven and Hell. (also, I don't know if this is 100% true or not, but it's really funny to me that they had to redo this song because St. Peter moaned too much and Amazon was like "oh hell no we're not airing that")

17. More than Anything (Reprise) - Wow is Vaggie's voice pretty. Charlie's voice to. It's short and sweet and romantic. I wish they had a full song together. Would've been higher if it was longer, but that's the point of a reprise. It was more impactful when it was a father daughter song.

16. Alastor's Reprise - I forgot about this one until I relistened to the pilot songs for this ranking. My favorite thing about this song is how cynical it is. Alastor's basically saying "this hotel is a ridiculous idea that's going to crash and burn but I'm going to have fun with it". The swing remix of IOEDIAR is also very catchy. But just like the More than Anything reprise, it's too short to be put high up, especially with the abrupt ending.

15. Loser Baby - I like the message a lot: "Hey, the world might suck and we're both in horrible situations, but we're not alone". Keith David does a great job singing. Like with Whatever it Takes, I can't pinpoint what it is I don't like about this song, it just doesn't get me excited like a lot of the other songs do. "I got an appetite for samplin' every drug and sex toy I can FIIIIIIIND" makes me wince every time, that's a bad voice crack. The strong jazz in the back is my favorite part of the song. I'd listen to that lyricless. Not bad, I just don't care for it.

It does include Keith David singing "You're a power bottom at rock bottom" so that must count for something.

14. Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow - I have a soft spot for this song, even if it's jarring listening to Elsie Lovelock as Charlie after the series. It has a nice upbeat energy to it and the animation helps sells it. I like both bits where's she's naming off all of the people she wants to join in her hotel. It actually reminds me of Vox in Stayed Gone, trying to talk and move fast because they know they need to get the attention of the demons watching. However, the ending vocals are a bit annoying since they sound almost screeching. Also, the Amalee cover of this song is extremely underrated. Charlie's villain arc.

13. Happy Day in Hell - I feel bad for putting this song so low because I really do love it. It's a great introduction to who Charlie is as a character and what she sets out to do. It's her Disney "I want" song. And while I don't care about the other demons' parts that much, I like how their pessimism and acceptance of Hell contrasts with Charlie, but she doesn't let that stop her. It's also a very musically interesting song with different sections and instrumentals. A trend you're going to see in this ranking is that I really, really love Erika Henningsen's voice.

12. Addict - I've always liked the lyrics to this song, both in Angel's and especially Cherri's. The last verse of "I'm addicted to the sorrow, when the buzz ends, by tomorrow" is my favorite part. Angel's high of the day slows down just like the tempo and he finally takes the mask off. The one thing here is that, no hate to Michael Kovach I respect him greatly, Angel's voice sounds extremely auto-tuned. Once you hear it, you can't unhear it and it's a bit grating. I have to give it credit though for being the song that made me learn what Hazbin Hotel was, I found a version of it where Lust Sans and Dust Sans sang it and then searched it up.

11. Ready for This - This song and everything after is where the ranking gets difficult because ugh, all of these are so good. This one is another very theatre sounding song and I like how Charlie gets more confidence as the song goes on. Even if she's uncomfortable with how bloodthirsty the cannibals are, she wants to gather everyone together. I love Rosie and Alastor's singing, both together and apart, and it's funny that none of the cannibals gave a shit until he said "oh and you can eat the angels". That last verse is the best part, no wonder it was the song teased in the trailer. My gripe with this one is I feel the part where all the cannibals sing overstays it's welcome. Other than that, great song.

10. Hell is Forever - This song does a great job at establishing who Adam is: An admittedly funny douche who thinks he's the greatest thing since sliced bread. The electric guitar fits his character and not just because he has the "guitar solo fuck yeah" part. He poses a decent threat, especially at the ending and doesn't care about any of Charlie's arguments or the sinners' lives. He literally says it's entertaining. Alex Brightman gives him so much character through his voice and the animation helps express that.

9. Out for Love - More than makes up for Whatever it Takes. Catchy, great singing, great beat, great chorography, sets up their future dynamic, and foreshadows the final battle. The reason Alastor failed while everyone else succeeded is because he fought for himself while everyone else fought for someone they cared about. Vaggie's love for Charlie saved her. Carmilla's voice is lovely. I just wish this one was a little longer, this song feels like there's a verse or two missing since it goes immediately to a bridge after the second chorus. I have a theory something may have been cut for time.

8. I'm Always Chasing Rainbows - This . . . this is not what I expected to be my favorite pilot song. And yes, I know technically it's not a Hazbin song but rather a cover of an old song, but I've seen it on other rankings and it's on the wiki, so it counts. There's just this haunting, defeated aura to this song that makes it beautiful. The context of it being Charlie feeling like a failure after watching her people die again gives it more impact. It sets up the bitter tone of the extermination. She's trying so hard to stay positive and it would be interesting to see an AU where she sings this as a result to the hotel failing. Very underrated, I love this song.

7. Hell's Greatest Dad - I'm a sucker for electro swing so this one was great. Alastor canonically pulled the "your daughter calls me daddy too" card on the king of Hell and that will never not be funny. This whole song is hilarious in the concept alone: Lucifer and Alastor have a music battle over child custody of Charlie but Alastor doesn't actually care about her and just wants to piss off Lucifer. Something about the way Lucifer sings "champagne fountains, caviar mountains" scratches my brain just right. The one thing that puts this song lower is Mimzy's part and the final verse after the instrumental battle being much weaker than the rest.

6. Finale/The Show Must Go On - I don't care what people say, I think it's a great final number and it feels like a musical finale before the audience claps. I know this song is always praised for the Vees part and yeah obviously that was the best part, but Charlie really stood out to me. Especially in the "We can do this (we can do this!), we'll be better (we'll be better!), though redemption may take a while (though it may take a while!). Alastor's part is haunting and is such a shift from the hotel resident's and really shows how high he prides himself, along with how much this "deal" affects him. Valentino and Vox's duet is super memorable and sets up intrigue for season 2. But seriously, why are the Vees like this (lovingly).

5. Respectless - I love Velvette's character here. She acts as this spoiled brat that thinks she's better than she is, but once she gets the reaction she wants out of Carmilla, she proves she actually is quite smart, even if she does nothing with the information she gained. Anyways, about the song now, it's a good length and does it's job of establishing Velvette and how the other overlords feel about her. It's good she has this since this is her biggest moment in season 1. Zestial has to have the patience of a saint. Her voice fits the hip hop parts and Carmilla's classical bits make good contrast and characterization to show the differences between the two.

I like to think sudden song battles are a common thing among overlords and it's almost expected at every meeting.

4. Stayed Gone - No, I didn't just put it near the top because it's my two favorite characters having a rap battle. This song has great banter and insults, along with establishing Vox and Alastor's dynamic. My favorite wordplay is "now his medium is getting bloody rare". I like how Vox is so frantic and jumping around to show he's insecure while Alastor is calm and collected. Vox is attracted terrified of Alastor and he doesn't want to admit it. It's also unique on how it's two villains having a song battle. The only thing I wish is that there were one or two more singing parts since those were the best part.

3. More Than Anything - It took me a while to warm up to this song and I had it at number 9 originally, but wow is it beautiful. Both Charlie and Lucifer's VA's do a great job here. It explains more about their past and concludes the arc set up in the episode. Charlie wants Lucifer to support her and Lucifer wants Charlie to be safe. It's the most emotional song and the lyrics are so beautifully written.

2. You Didn't Know? - This one and Stayed Gone were close, but I like this one a little more. It may have issues with the story (ex. the emotional impact would have been better if we knew Emily and Sera more), but on it's own, it's a great song. My favorite part is Adam and Lute's "There's no question to be posed, he's unholy, case closed! Did you forget that Hell is forever?" This feels the most like a musical song with everyone singing together and how the instrumentals are used. I read some lines sound clunky and while I agree for Charlie's "that's what the fuck I've been saying", I think Adam's "did you ever think your girlfriend might be a liar" works better than "might be lying" because "liar" sounds more accusatory. And obviously there's the part where Charlie and Emily sing together and that's amazing.

Poison - I adore every bit of this song, it's basically everything good in Addict cranked up to a 10. The storytelling, the lyrics, the vocals, this is one of those songs I can have on loop for hours and not get bored of it. The lyric progression from "addicted" to "choking" to "sick of" is so good and I love how it shows that he's breaking. It makes sense why Angel would have this song in his circumstances because that's his whole character: He's a deeply troubled and traumatized guy who hides under drugs, jokes, and sex. He wants to get away, but he can't because Valentino keeps feeding him his "poison". I had plans to do a mini essay on the dressing room scene in Masquarde and I'm going to include Poison in it too. I understand why people wouldn't like it, but I think it's a 10/10 and best song in the show.

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I agree that tom shouldnt turn down roles because of the controversial subject matter but we also shouldn't diminish the real concerns that people have with how a show will tackle the issues concerning individuals who deal with DID systems. I also dont think its fair to judge a show before it comes out but those against the show do have valid concerns especially with how the media in particualry diminishes and demonizes inviduals with scziophrenia, DID, borderline personality disorder etc. Primal fear one of toms fav movie does a really bad job at portraying someone with DID and actually utilizes very troubling sterotypes and peddles very harmful misconceptions of DID.

In the same way that anon mentioned euphoria and the think pieces of underage sex and glamourizing drug abuse just because euphoria is acclaimed it doesnt mean those opinions aren't valid but that also doenst mean we shouldnt have shows that tackle these issues

Criticism is a natural part of the industry, tom shouldnt avoid roles beacause of the potential criticism or backlash, in the end some of these stories do need to be told but I also dont think we should be diminishing valid concerns.

Thanks for your input Anon. 😊 You make some valid points.

I don't ever have any problem with people having an issue with certain films/TV programs/series. I write freaking movie reviews on my blog all the time and share my personal opinion (good OR bad) about a certain piece of art I've consumed.

What I DO have a problem with however, is people making negative pre-judgments of a work that they haven't even watched yet. 🥴 THAT is what I have an issue with.

Now, if someone (for whatever reason) feels that watching yet another piece of work that deals with DID and/or murder isn't the type of project that they personally would like to watch, then I'm perfectly fine with that! I'm even perfectly fine with those in the DID community (or supporters) having concerns about how this series will portray those with DID. What I DON'T like however is people already automatically assuming the worst, and assuming that the series will paint people with DID in a negative light. If you haven't even seen not one episode of the series, how can you really make a fair assessment and judgement like that? 🤔 Some people were already making negative judgements about the series before it even started filming yet!

Everything I'VE been reading about this series seems to be trying NOT to make someone with DID seem monstrous, and it appears to really dig deep into the psyche and mental health issues that one might experience so that the viewer might have some empathy for people who suffer like this.

Now, I might be totally wrong, but this is the impression that I've been getting when reading the synopsis of this series.

RE: "Primal Fear".... I'm sorry, but have you actually SEEN the movie "Primal Fear"?? 🤔 Because I have. And [****SPOILER ALERT!!!!****] the whole entire point at the end of the movie was that Edward's character actually did NOT have DID (or, back then what was most commonly known as multiple personality disorder). The point was that he really was just an angry, EVIL guy...... The "nice guy" he was pretending to be WAS the fake him. HE didn't really have two different personalities.

Anyway....Good points Anon.... I don't think there's anything wrong with people having an issue with the series, but I wish people would WAIT first and see what the series actually portrays and the feel that audiences get from it before automatically assuming the worst about it. That's all. 🤷🏾‍♀️

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FNAF SONG EDITION (my favorites part ms of the songs)

Stuck Inside - Black Gryph0n, The Living Tombstone, Kevin Foster

He is here, he is here, I'd recognize him anywhere

That purplish figure was bigger and quicker than me

And then I thought I was dreaming, he looked like a demon

And I remember bleeding and screaming

And thinking nobody could hear me

For what he did to me, he's gonna die (die)

The others agree, he needs to die (die)

We'll never be free until he dies (dies)

Five lives

Gone before their time, now they're sustaining me (yikes)

It's okay, I'll be fine, not sure I survived

I don't think that I died, I'm only half alive (yikes)

It's alright, I'll be fine, stuck inside

Die In a Fire - The Living Tombstone, Eile Monty, Orko

It's almost over, why can’t you just let it fly ?

Don't be afraid, it's not the first time you'll die

Your mechanical parts click, sounds like when I broke your bones

Once I get my second chance, I won't leave you alone, oh yeah

I hope you die in a fire

Hope you'll be stabbed in the heart

Hope you'll get shot and expire

Hope you'll be taken apart

I hope you die in a fire

Stay Calm - Grifinilla, Jeff Burgess

There's a ghost in the machine

Stay calm, stay calm

They are watching through the screen

Stay calm, stay calm

They just might drive me crazy

Hit me !

I Can't Fix You - The Living Tombstone, Crusher-P

This is what happens when you leave it to somebody/someone else

If you want it done right, you should just do it yourself

You oversaturate your world with nothing but machines

You might make everyone happy, but you're dead inside just like me

And now we're here at a standstill

I wonder if you feel

The kind of pain that rips your insides out

That's something I know all about

Shocking, ain't it ?

We have a lot more in common

Than you would be calm with

It's like we're the same person, me and you

We both don't know we can do

Is it because I can't be her ?

Make your mistakes and make me hurt

I can't fix you

-🦝anon

Brother I ain’t got any themed video game songs so ima just do regular ones-

CW & TW!!!! IM REALLY JUST ADDING THESE AS A FORMALITY AT THIS POINT BUT STILL DONT WANNA TAKE THE CHANCE!!!

SIU - MARETU

The stench of deathly hardships radiate

From you, who stumble so endearingly, so pitifully

To you, who kowtow so subserviently, so destitute,

This may come as a rather pathetic excuse

The workplace you’ve been dispatched to

Was created haphazardly in the first place

Well, it’s a shame

What should we do with everything now?

Hey, it’s about time you realize

How the workings of the world are all rooted in unclear principles that no one really knows

But wait, this might actually be adequate?

Or is it not enough?

Every child in this world, no matter whose

Has their fate sealed by the lottery of birth

If you lose the lottery

Then there is only loneliness and powerlessness ahead

THIS IS LIFE (WOW)

Love, to the worst of the victims

I want to offer them love, but

SUCK IT UP

愛らしく、哀しく躓くあなたから

匂い立つ死の艱苦

慎ましく、つましくぬかづくあなたには

申し訳ない言い訳

そもそも創はじめは投げやり

…に創られたあなたの派遣先よ

まあ色々残念だ

諸々、いかんせんな

そろそろ気付いて有耶無耶

…に決められたこの世のくまぐまに

いやこれでも十分か？

それとも不十分か？

人の子もどの子も

生まれが総て

宝籤くじ外せば

孤独と無力

THIS IS LIFE (WOW)

最低の犠牲者に愛を

差し上げたいけど、

SUCK IT UP

Sex With a Ghost - Teddy Hyde

I'm getting hickeys from my bed bugs

I'm getting busy with a bad perfume

I'm sticking kisses to a pen drug

I'm making friction with a sad vacuum

I'm getting jiggy with a rifle

I'll pull the trigger with my eyes closed

Hoping to hit you somewhere vital

And when I miss, you come and kiss me with a smile

I'm having sex with a ghost, 'cause she knows I'm alone

She's a freak in the sheets, play it cool

I'm sleeping with a

Sex with a ghost, 'cause she knows I'm alone

She's a freak in the sheets, play it cool

I'm sleeping with a ghoul

Eat You - Caravan of Thieves

Cause you're my chocolate covered strawberry

Cause you're my piping hot pastry

Dreaming about the moment that I own you

Love you to the bone

Cause you're my vicious but delicious cheat

A heart attack lip smacking sweet

I don't deserve you either way I'll serve you

Finally I got the nerve

I go hungry every night

Not this time around

I'm gonna eat you, you're my desire

I'm gonna sharpen all my teeth and build a fire

I'm gonna eat you, cook and defeat you

I'm gonna breathe you in my lungs and make you mine

Yandere - Jazmin Bean

I don't know, I just like you

And anyone who gets in the way, honey

Might get a handful of some shit

Or stay heavy-hearted

I know we all want one

That's not my fucking problem

Stay near

And you'll have nothing to fear

This might get a little messy, I'm sure

Heads rolling for the one I adore

This may become a little brutal if I'm honest

But it's any-anything for you my dear, I promise

You know I like you

And anyone who gets in my way, darling

Might get a handful of some shit

Or stay heavy-hearted

Because it's cut-throat

To anyone who comes close

Be mine

And everything will be fine

This might get a little messy, I'm sure

Heads rolling for the one I adore

This may become a little brutal if I'm honest

But it's any-anything for you my dear, I promise

Shoulder Boulders - S3RL

Stop staring at my boobs

Tits, knockers, double D's

Fun bags, hooters, chest puppies

Boobs, melons, jubblies

Chesticles, mammaries

Milk jugs, big breasts

Shoulder boulders on your chest

Bounce 'em, shake 'em, flash 'em too

Stop staring at my boobs

#asks <3 #anon <3 #🦝 anon <3

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Fic Titles That Start With L Masterlist

Lay Me Down (ao3) - stelleshine luke/calum, michael/ashton E, 101k

Summary: Calum is the one thing Luke has as his world falls down around him.

Le Chatelier’s Principle (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) E, 54k

Summary: Ever since being promoted to head waiter, Luke had had one problem that came in the form of a six foot, curly-headed, hazel eyed demon. And by demon, he meant his frustratingly stubborn, unfairly attractive co-worker, Ashton Irwin.

let me feel you burn into me (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) luke/ashton E, 4k

Summary: While taking a few days off, staying at a cabin with Ashton, Luke tries to get a little song writing done, but he finds himself stuck. Ashton offers to help him relax. Just a little shotgunning quickly turned into something more.

let me love you - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton T, 10k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is a rockstar with a troubled past. He’s struggling with an alcohol addiction and a career that’s going downhill, but Calum isn’t giving up on him. Calum suggests Luke a fake boyfriend to help keep the bad press away. That’s where Ashton comes in, Ashton who is an embodiment of sunshine. Luke’s hesitant due to his failed past relationships, but he agrees, because he knows this is what he needs to save his career.

Let’s Be Alone Together (ao3) - antisocialhood luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: He was the cliché, pampered blonde with a charming smile, bright blue eyes and long limbs that liked to wear panties and purple nail polish.

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Summary: Michael should be grateful he found out he was an omega when he did. Sure he was 24, which, given he went through puberty early, is so astonishingly late he had accepted he was a beta. Still, it was in the middle of the pandemic. (Though technically speaking, not the middle, actually closer to the start). It was an ideal time to find out he was an omega, all things considered.

or the story where Michael finds out he’s an omega long past when he should’ve, makes some irresponsible decisions, and is then forced to rethink every emotion he’s ever felt about Calum while lying in a hospital bed

Life-Size Luke (ao3) - plushyluke luke/ashton E, 15k

Summary: ashton is a sex store employee when the new adult, collector dolls hit the shelves. he’s had enough of these “lukey dolls,” when one night everything changes, and his life becomes lukalicious.

Light Blue (ao3) - loveliketheweather luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: Maybe Calum is feeling sappy right now, because his brain wants to give Luke something back. Even when he knows Luke is just being Luke, and whatever side effects his happiness has on Calum are unintentional, that’s more than enough for him to want to return the favour.

Like the Stars Love the Sky (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/calum/ashton, michael/ashton T, 37k

Summary: Michael can’t admit to Luke that he liked kissing Calum or that he would like to kiss Calum again. He can’t, because admitting it to Luke means saying it out loud, and saying it out loud means that these feelings are real. It means that he loves Calum as much as he loves Ashton, and that isn’t fair to anybody, especially not Ashton who didn’t ask for a fiancé with one foot out of the door—not that Michael would ever leave Ashton, but the sentiment is the same.

(In which Michael doesn’t realize he might be in love with Calum until Michael himself is engaged to Ashton.)

Line Work (ao3) - ashtonhours (heartandmindxx) M, 21k

Summary: Ashton Irwin, 07/07/94, no known medical conditions and not under the influence of drugs or alcohol – and originally from Sydney, as it turns out – is looking to get a bird on his neck.

“A California condor,” he says for about the twelfth time, “on my nape.”

a story about boundaries, trust, and a line in the sand.

Lips Pressed Close to Mine (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 30k

Summary: Being Luke’s rebound after his breakup should have been easy, but unfortunately for Calum, he’s sort of in love with Luke. It certainly makes things more complicated

Lipstick Stains (ao3) - gonefornow T, 3k

Summary: Luke flirts with a fan. Calum uses unusual tactics to get his attention back.

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Summary: Michael hears a song on the radio, catches a radio interview where 5 Seconds of Summer talks about their new single (Beside You). And the names and voices are familiar. Then someone knocks at the door and maybe Michael’s luck isn’t so bad after all.

Looking In Your Eyes And They’re Burning Fire (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 8k

Summary: Luke doesn’t think he’s very good at sex, so Calum helps him practice, and maybe learns a few things along the way.

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Summary: They spend the summer before university in an old beach house. Luke meets the human embodiment of sunshine. Just like the ocean waves, sometimes people are unpredictable.

Loose Tongue (ao3) - jbhmalum calum/ashton M, 10k

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Summary: ‘“Adventuring is my thing. Skinny dipping is my thing. And you went without me.” Ashton muffles into the pillow.

Calum rolls his eyes, stroking Ashton’s hair. But Michael smirks.

“We can skinny dip into your bed if you want?”’

Or: mashlum sex, inspired entirely by malum’s antics and ashton’s jealous tweet

lowercases and capitals (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: “Fuck, Luke, two minutes ago you were whining about Ashton not flirting with you enough, and now you’re making eyes at the barista.” Michael laughs a little as he says it, shaking his head in that special way he has that means he’s surprised at how unsurprised he is by Luke. It’s the same way he shakes his head when he catches Luke dumping powdered sugar on orange slices, or settling in to watch 10 Things I Hate About You for the hundredth time.

“I can find two different guys desirable at the same time,” Luke replies defensively. What’s the point of college, anyway, if you can’t enjoy the fact that you can bump into a different hot guy around every corner?

Lucky Charm (ao3) - jbhmalum michael/ashton, background luke/calum E, 28k

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Summary: Luke knew that this was going to be weird. He new roommate/ex-kitten were now even more indulged in Luke’s mind. The only problem was that his roommate was not only attractive but he knew Luke like the back of his hand, and Luke had just met the boy.

Or this is a continuation of ‘With A Meow And A Belly Rub Luke Knew He Was In Love With The Ball Of Fur.’ And Michael knows all of Luke’s quirks but Luke is just getting to know the cute boy that was once his kitten. This is the journey through their friendship and maybe even relationship?

Lukey Boy - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 4k

Summary: Ashton brings Luke to Craft Club.

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kyovtani · 4 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years

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pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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swinterr · 4 years

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fic rec vii ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

kpop oc/s

1. jane by @baejiyeonz

2. bee by @purpleyellow

3. lian by @nct-lian

4. taehui by @jeontaehui

nct

sungchan

1. [10:47 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

haechan

1. [5:21] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. you’re warm by @dreamystuffers | f

- a drunk hyuck can only mean a clingy hyuck.

3. you’re short too by @pastelsicheng | f

- 5 times hyuck teases u for ur height.

4. no title by @heychan | s

- dirty thought cockwarming haechan and johnny comes in to the room while you are trying to hide it but haechan doesn’t care.

5. wishes by @lucaswithnoshirt | a f

- standing on stage is everything you’ve dreamed of. except in the time it’s taken you to get there, you’ve been dreaming about other things, too.

jaehyun

1. moving in: the series by @jaehyun-ified | f

- after agreeing to move-in with jaehyun, you decided to curate a little series on your channel to both give in to your viewer’s request to have jaehyun frequently on your contents and to document your moving in process with the love of you life.

2. [8:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. boyfriend by @simpsiren | a

- a relationship with jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. there wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.

4. best part by @okayoongii | f

- don’t know how to describe this tho, just read it. also 10/10

5. can i help you? by @sugarjaee | f s

- when working an extra long shift at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a visit.

6. stages of love by @biletdoux | a f s

- a playlist for the trials and tribulations of a beating heart.

7. [9:04 am] by @jeongvision | // f

- domestic fluffy blurb. 10/10!!

8. suds by @kim-taehung | s

- first person to move does the dishes for a week. nothing is off-limits.

9. promise by @bvbyxuxi | f a

- jaehyun has loved you since you were both kids, things were going well until he messed everything up; meeting again as young adults, he refuses to let you go again but would you give him another chance?

mark

1. one minus on plus one by @wonjaekook | f a

- in all of the years you’ve known jungwoo, you should have figured out to not take his words at face value because, though you haven’t even met, mark lee seems to hate your guts.

2. [12:03] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. pretty boy by @epinebleue | f a

- fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, the reader is two years older than mark, jaehyun makes an appearance as the reader’s fuck buddy, use of alcohol and drugs (marijuana), mentions of violence (mark punches someone), smut (protected sex, inexperienced!mark, dry humping).

4. camera flash by @morkleemelon | f

- mark taking a picture but forgot to remove flash waking up oc, pretty fluffy and cute! 10/10!!!

5. retrouvailles by @kireimarkeu | f

- counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

jungwoo

1. [1:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

johnny

1. man-icure by @haejunehui | f

- based on jcc ep. 26

taeyong

1. reverb by @lovingonrepeat | s

- taeyong + studio sex.

2. unspoken by @bvbyxuxi | f s

- you had never thought to see taeyong again after your one night stand with him until this year where he takes you by surprise; turns out he wasn’t the guy you sought him out to be after all.

ten

1. [2:32 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

lucas

1. [4:31 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. king of hearts by @raibebe | f s a

- a little bit of everything, a chef’s kiss.

yuta

1. [5:51 pm ] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

doyoung

1. redamancy by @heavenlyhaechan | f

- this is just so fluffy! i wished to be doyong gf please.

2. fools together by @yongiefilms | f

- two fools in love with each other?

3. acedia by @jaeminscoffee | f

- a day in the life of yours and doyoung's love life.

4. our little secret by @haejunehui | f

- read to know their little secret. hehe.

5. caught red handed by @hannie-dul-set | f

- all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this.

jeno

1. i see red by @0097linersb | s

- pure filth 🥵10/10 tho.

2. addiction by @love-mi | s f

- you and jeno keep your relationship a secret to avoid backlash from your companies and fans; but keeping himself away only makes him want you more.

3. surprise visit by @nakamotonudes | f s

- you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for over a month because of his hectic schedule so when he suddenly shows up at your place one night for a surprise visit, you both have to make every second worth it.

bts

jungkook

1. the pitter-patter of the heart by @koorara | f s a //

- pieces of newlywed domestic moments with jungkook, your husband. the young film and literature lecturer and his wife, you, who works as a journalist of a web magazine. both of you managing the career, the time for each other and the new house. not to forget, chip, the cat that has been with you for years.

2. please love me by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- as the only unmarried jeon and kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. but despite developing an affection for jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. you’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

3. first love, last love by @floralseokjin | f s //

- a collection of drabbles following the longterm relationship between jungkook and you...

4. second chances by @parkhabits | a s

- work. one of the most important things to him. It kept him company at night, it was all he thought about, all he put his attention to. his work had become the mistress within your marriage. years after you left him you’re back with only one goal in mind. get him to sign the damn divorce papers. yet you should’ve known that your husband wouldn’t let you go that easily.

5. crush by @jungxk | f s

- jungkook woke up with amnesia (?) he totally forgets that he has a wife and child. and he totally has a huge crush on his wife.

6. bare necessities by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- when you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to disneyland out of all places. luckily, jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. or is it…

7. krampus for christmas by @ddaenysus | f

- when your daughter overhears your nightly activities close to christmas, jungkook takes it upon himself to convince her it was the sounds of the legendary demon goat.

8. a date with destiny by @imjustfanfictrash | f s

- you are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. he is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

9. stranded by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. his entire presence is unwelcome. you don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. it’s annoying — he is annoying. from the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

10. sprout by @v-hope | f

- after a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

11. friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- you meet pop star/idol jeon jungkook at the café, you get close, and as hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. but you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

12. jealousy by @ephemeralkookie | f s a

- jungkook’s closest friend, namjoon is getting married and he invited you three to his wedding. the only unexpected thing was jisoo, his ex, and we’ll just say that you were not too happy to see her flirting with your boyfriend right under your nose

13. a quarter past us by @jjiimin | f a

- when you break up with him out of fear of losing your freedom in university, he finds himself showing you why leaving him isn’t the answer.

14. pretty boy by @angelguk | // f s a

- alternatively known as the jock!jk universe drabbles in vague chronological order.

15. summer solstice by @boulevardk | s

- down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. you figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. but one fateful night, your prayers are answered. are you willing to pay the price? the sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

16. lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks | f a

- over the years, things change - but the one constant is your love for lilac wisterias.…okay, maybe jungkook’s been there too.or, alternatively:the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

17. obsessed with your ass by @kooklovesu | f s

- jungkook has an obsession with your body he cant get enough of praising you. he wasn’t comfy showing the world his affection towards you in public because he’s a private guy, but when he finally did, good luck.

18. from home by @gyukult | // f s a

- jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

19. black card by @minsprings | // f s

- black card fic and drabbles, also a chef’s kiss.

20. oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates by @ot7always | f s

- what do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with jeon jungkook - s tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? fuck him, you guess.

21. let the games begin by @venusiangguk | s

- just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

22. the probability of us by @jiminrings | f s

- jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories.

23. open when by @iluv-hobi | f

- jungkook likes to write letters to you, especially ones with purposes, like “open when ___”. one day, on a particularly bad day, you open, “open when you’ve had a shitty day”.

24. good day by @ilikemesometaetaes | f s

- his motive was made quite clear once he called you out of work. he just wanted to spend a nice day with his girlfriend. is that too much to ask for?

25. calculated by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // s

- some people would call you far too serious. some would call you stuck-up. and some would call you a bitch. but to freshman jeon jungkook, you’re the head calculus I TA noona – and he’s determined to fuck you.

26. brat taming by @sugasbabiie | s a f

- jungkook has been your roommate for almost a year. since the day he moved in he has acted like nothing but a spoiled little brat who is used to getting anything and anyone he wants. he eats your food, he doesn’t clean, he’s loud, oh and now he has colored his hair the exact shade of blonde as you. He’ll do anything to get under your skin. you’ve had enough of his filthy mouth and his fuckboy ways. it’s time to tame that bratty little roommate of yours. think you can handle it?

27. sugarplum energy by @bymoonchild | f s a

- you know no bounds nor depth with jungkook. while your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on soundcloud. all’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. or, jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

28. ancient history by @moononthejoon | a s f

- there is no way to deny that you and jungkook have chemistry. the two of you used to be a couple, after all. what happens when after a not-so-amicable breakup the two of you are cast as opposite leads of a movie?

29. that’s not daddy by @nochuobsessed | f

- jungkook comes home with a new hair color and his sons can’t tell if he’s appa or not. pretty cute! 10/10

30. no title by @himbojk | s

- jk got a blowie from his oc while on a zoom class meeting, like cam on with a whole set up but his oc under the table sucking the life out of him while he sits and tries to take notes .

31. dilf jk by @himbojk | // s f

- dilf jk drabbles.

32. no title by @himbojk | s

- blond jk with full tattoo sleeve who looks like the baddest boy but is actually baby and just wants a handie in the library while studying with his oc because she aspires to have those high grades.

33. no title by @noteguk | s

- bf!jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime.

34. silent treatment by @blu-joons | f

- baby kook asking daddy kook to say sorry to mommy. 10/10 too!

35. getting railed by @dearlytea | s

- getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

36. the view by @koyamuses | s

- jungkook knows exactly what turns you on; every kink, every dirty fantasy that’s buried deep within your mind. he knows exactly how to make you beg for it.

37. let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook | f s

- on today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming jeon jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! to make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that jungkook has something to feel better about! iloveyou btw!

38. more dilf!jk by @cutechim | s

- oc thirsting over jk, talk about finances, jungwoo is an innocent cock-block as infants are, disrespect towards a major film franchise.

39. you are inherently beautiful by @ggukachuwu | f a

- when y/n and jungkook accidentally reveal their relationship to the public because she walked in on him doing a vlive and now netizens and kmedia are tearing apart her appearance because y/n is chubby from struggling with pcos. jungkook takes it upon himself to cheer her up because he absolutely adores her.

40. morning with jk by @min-arya | f

- jungkook drabble of him catching his s/o admiring him in the morning with soft sleepy cuddles.

41. even a forest fire dies out by @9uk | a s

- it became from “grab a coffee with me?” to “why should I grab a coffee with you?” too fast for your liking. you had thought the both of you were so in love with each other—only to realise it was only you who had fallen into this trap of feelings. and as for jungkook, he might have just been as confused as you are.

42. all that we had by @starlightauroras-writes | a s

- four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. what happens when you do leaves you questioning fate.

43. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

44. contentment by @btsqualityy | f s

- oc’s using jk’s card to buy rug and the rest is history. 10/10!!

45. heartbreaker with a heart of gold by @filmflowersbangtan | a s

- love this!!! you know i love me some angst! 10/10!!!!!

46. the ikea test by @mercurygguk | f

- you and jeongguk face the IKEA test. successfully? sure!

47. before you universe by @ephemeralkookie | // a f s

- jungkook has taken a huge place in your life after he tattooed you, and you can’t even picture how life was before him. he has always been there for you since day one. but how will things change after you find out you’re pregnant?

48. christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks | s f

- a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

49. last minute by @moononthejoon | f s

- christmas day had gone by, and now you were back home after holidays with your family. your friends had agreed to have a late christmas party, but as always, you and jungkook procrastinated gift buying.

50. you go in knowing bros together by @blu-joons | f

- a cute fluffy knowing at knowing bros moment.

51. no title by @v-hope | f

- the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation.

52. hair dye by @mercurygguk | f s

- jungkook got his hair dyed while at work. you lose your mind the moment he steps through the door.

53. stay gold by @yeojaa | s

- blond!jk being a good boy?

54. crystal snow by @honeyj00ns | f

- when you join Jungkook and the rest of the guys for some fun in the snow, he can’t help but feel jealous.

55. 6:21 am by @sincerelyourfangirl | f

- in which he makes your morning extra special.

56. plan b by @btsracket | s

- dressing room quickie, unprotected sex request, use of Plan b pill

57. possession by @bngtanah | s

- jungkook is your boyfriend, sometimes you have to remind him what that means.

58. puffs and touches by @mintseesaw | f s

- “Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up”

59. the quiet things by @btsracket | s

- sleeping bag sex.

60. good boy by @ephemeralkookie | s

- secret, read to find out AHAHAHHA.

61. make it right by @jungkxook | a s

- you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

62. it takes two by @junghelioseok | s

- struggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.

jimin

1. picking petals by @cutechim | s

- you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get.

taehyung

1. daddy by @btsracket | f s

- there’s only one choice when this happens on a date out.

2. love me or we both go down by @gukyi | f s a

- after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

3. saudade by @jiminssthetic | a s f

- a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

4. ineffable by @99liners | f

- boyfriend taehyung takes care of his sick s/o.

5. tease by @caiuscassiuss | s

- you knew you were hot. you saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. and maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under kim taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

6. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

got7

yugyeom

1. yugyeom as you boyfriend by @sunshinekookie | f

- i need more yugyeom fics in my life.

astro

eunwoo

1. rainy say saviour by @imsarahbum | f a

- upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

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dragynkeep · 3 years

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Y'know what I find really frustrating about Radfems, even as a Nonbinary person? It's that sometimes I agree with them. Sometimes they have a point, even if it's only a little nugget of truth, but then they use whatever good point they might have as an excuse to shit on all men, trans people, and to infantilize women.

For instance, I think we can all agree that the porn industry is fucked (no pun intended.) There are so many cases of trafficking, child porn, abuse, drugging, and rape that it’s not even funny. And taking that, I personally choose to not support the industry and I don't watch porn at all because I don't want shady businesses like PornHub to get my money.

I think we can all agree that we should start demanding safer and more ethical workspaces for sex workers, give them rights to their work, make it illegal to spread their content around without consent, and help those who want out of the industry get out.

But Radfems take the rational above statement to mean that every woman who does porn is an abuse victim and that every man who watches it or acts in it is some abusive monster (even when men can also be the victim of some of these practices)

It also extends to stuff like BDSM and Kink. As a Kinkster myself, I agree that there are a lot of shitty people in the community who just use BDSM as a cover to hurt people and it would be nice to have more transparent and honest talks to make the community more safe, especially for newer members, but Radfems imply or even outright say that women who like BDSM as brainwashed.

Women have fought for ages to be allowed at the metaphorical grown up table when it comes to our sexuality. Should we have an honest discussion about how porn and BDSM can glamorize potentially harmful practices like deep throating or choking? Yes! But telling women who like it that we're just brainwashed by men and society and that we're stupid little abuse victims without any agency for ourselves is misogynistic af. That and a lot of Lesbian/wlw couples partake in BDSM, sooo—

I could go on with stuff like the beauty industry or stuff like how some trans people will legitimately attack people and call them transphobic for having a genital preference (or even tricked a few cis people into having sex with them without disclosing they're trans until after they had sex) but I think you get the point

It's just frustrating because sometimes I see their posts and I'm like, "Shit, yeah, good point. We should talk about this" but then it just goes to the extreme black and white take without any nuance or how blah blah "all trans people are dangerous Predators" or blah blah "men are violent pigs"

i completely agree & it’s so frustrating because queer people, especially trans people, are usually at the forefront of this conversation. we’re stastitically more likely to suffer abuse, rape, trafficking, drug abuse, etc than the cisgender female population & we know this, we want to bring awareness to this! we want to help everyone, trans & cis, male, female & everything else; we want people to be safe from these dangers.

but it’s as you said in that they divert the conversation always back around to hating men or that men are the root cause or that the y chromasome is evil & this is why trans women are all sexual deviants & evil & just want to wear a dress to rape the poor women. as if the majority of of rape cases are not stranger rape, but from people you know. if you try to bring up that pornhub actually has far less exploitation material on it than more commonly used sites like facebook & twitter, they’ll shriek that you’re a cumbrained porn sick bitch & you need to be shot. if you bring up that people of all creeds partake in bdsm, of all genders & colours & sexualities, they’ll ignore that to focus on sensationalizing & demonizing the practices that hinge on consent, consent that is rarely, if ever, discussed in the world of vanilla sex.

none of the actual issues are ever discussed by these people because their cult prohibits it, because they know that if they actually were open to these discussions & all the little nuances beyond “women are pure oppressed babies & men are evil rapists”, then their view points would fall apart & they wouldn’t be able to handle it.

#social justice #fuck radfems #fuck terfs #ais.txt #answered #q #rape /#misogyny /#sex trafficking /#drug abuse /

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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You’ve filled my head with questions. You said that Jason and the moms hang out (unofficially) I need to know more about that.

In my mind, Jason is always respectful and all but I can totally see the moms and him getting really competitive whenever they’re playing poker and them yelling and being loud. Maybe that’s Y/N finds out. She visits and they’re being super loud and then oh hi Jason. Maybe even monthly poker nights. 🤣🤣🤣

Jason Todd is the most morally grey of the batboys. He doesn't real have an issue with killing people who deserve it. And he also doesn't agree with the law always.

He supports sex work and sex workers. He thinks that some drug dealing is fine, like when it's meds for people that can't afford the real deal and/or don't have health insurance. He believes sexual predators should get their genitals cut off. He doesn't get why marijuana is still illegal in places, including Gotham. And most importantly, Jason Todd thinks the biggest criminals in the world are CEOs and major businesses or corporations.

So, Jason has always had the least amount of judgment and problems with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Are they a little nuts? Sure. But who isn't? Hell, he was resurrected and went on a unhinged rampage.

Jason randomly forms a strange friendship with the women. Will he ever admit that they're friends? Absolutely not. But he does buy weed from them. Sometimes he asks Ivy to create medication or antidotes for people on the street who can't get proper help. Sometimes he even asks Harley for psychology/counseling help for either himself or for friends who are too stubborn to seek professional help.

Jason will get drunk with the moms. He'll play poker. They'll smoke weed together.

But this is all before Bruce went behind Damian's back and ruined the two teenagers' relationship. Once Damian left Gotham and Y/N released her moms from Arkham, Jason's visits never continued.

But not too long after Jason found out about Y/N, she found him at her home. She tried to mind her own business. But she knew she would have to at least mention it to Damian at some point.

"Are we being too loud, sunflower?" Harley asked her one time when she came downstairs for a glass of water and found the three of them playing cards.

"Nope. Just thirsty," Y/N shrugged and gave Jason a smirk.

"If that demon spawn ever treats you wrong, you let me know," he told her.

Y/N giggled at that. As if Jason would be able to get to Damian before her moms. Not that Damian would ever hurt her like the way Jason was hinting toward.

"We both know he's no demon at all, J." Y/N answered with a loving smile. "He's just got a tough exterior."

#jason todd #toxicology #toxicology series #toxicology asks #toxicology questions #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x daughter of poison ivy!reader #daughter of poison ivy!reader #daughter of poison ivy #poison ivy #harley quinn

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thesmokingguns · 3 years

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41 and 29 from Kisses with Nikki please 😩❤️

29.hushed conversation in-between kisses

The white sheet was wrapped around you. Limbs interlocked and evening sunshine trying to make its last appearance danced in through the indie casting a golden glow around the bedroom.

Short bursts of soft laughter and the man wet mouths meeting each other between whispers of dreams and romance.

His hands made you feel so small under them, safe and loved as he rubbed up and down your spine letting you know he was there with you. In the moment living life.

You whispered about your childhood, the good and the bad times that you experiences and sealed promises of what you wanted for the future with long kisses where your tongues did their own version of a pinky swear.

He told you about fighting addiction. How everyday was a battle againsg demons that he would fight for the rest of his life. And you showed him you would battle them with him by pressing lips against hiss wearing alligenace to always fight with him.

You told him about the times you had thought you found the one. The first time a man had slapped you and the first time a slap turned into a closed fist. He held you closer kissing your face tang had once been black and blue. Kissing away the insecurities of not being loved in a real way.

He opened up to you about the early days of the band. The jokes about sex, drugs and rock n roll turning into a lonely kid who changed his name and lived with a chip on his shoulders. And you kissed his body, using your mouth to make him whole.

And you stayed like that for hours. When your mouth got tired of words switching to use them in other ways to make promises without words. Lips lingering in spots that had been wounded and lips finding lips to feel another person there.

41.kisses to shut them up

You slammed the door as Nikki went to step inside the house. Making the man frown.

He knew you were in a bad mood but this? This was a little bit much.

Following the sound of you slamming around upstairs he walked into the master bath where you were wrapped in a robe, scrubbing makeup off hour face.

“Leave me alone. You are such a -“ his lips were forceful as they held onto yours. Needing you to calm down and understand and trying to Wilma you to get there.

And it worked.

Slowly you were melting into his arms. Letting his hands work off the robe and drag you towards the bed.

“You should have told me.” You managed to get out, a soft whisper as your anger melted. He agreed with a nod as he stripped in front of yoi.

“I should have told you.” And his lips were on yours again as you forgot you ever were angry.

#nikki sixx #prompt #ask

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starlocked01 · 3 years

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Toddlers Scare the Living Shit Out of Me

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Dukexiety Week Day 4- Parents

WC: 3k

Summary: Virgil is very surprised when he's brought home by a fascinating stranger at the bar. A kid wasn't exactly what he agreed to in a one-night stand. Nor did he expect a relationship.

Content Warnings: Alcohol Use, Talk of divorce, Swearing, Mild gory language

@dukexietyweek

(also thank you @suchaswearemads for their OC Teddy 🧡)

Virgil was mildly aware that he might regret this if he lived until morning. His roommate would probably have a statistic at the ready about criminals luring victims away from clubs with whispered promises of sex or drugs, and how often they target gay men. Virgil snorted a laugh to himself. Poor Lo would kill him himself if he knew what Virgil was up to. This guy even looked the part of an unhinged surprise organ donation scheduler, all covered in spikes and tattoos of anatomical cross-sections all over his visible skin. If Virgil were any drunker, he'd probably mistake him for a skeleton or half dissected cadaver.

He really didn't care. He was drunk and Remus said pretty words that made him feel wanted. He'd follow the cadaver man halfway around the world like this. Exactly proving Logan right that he shouldn't go out drinking alone. He giggled and stumbled and giggled because he stumbled and the ground was spinning under his feet.

"What’s so funny, Dr. Gloom 'n' Giggles?" Remus caught Virgil and pulled him back upright, even as his brain fought to stay closer to the ground and made the whole damn world lurch in protest.

"Hey! 'M fine. Yourrr gonna kill me, bad man mad man. Fuuuuuuuck I had way too- didya spike 'e?" Virgil struggled to form a single, coherent sentence, feeling the alcohol's effects acutely and in increasing measure with each step towards doom and destruction.

Remus laughed, "ya caught me. Why don't I call you a taxi home?"

"Nooo! I sssaaid I'd come home withya- ssooo I am," Virgil shook his head and tried to stand and remain upright. His attempt lasted all of a second before Remus had to catch him again.

"Look, I don’t need you trying to puke all over my dick or something. I'm calling you a fucking cab," Remus tried to reason but Virgil heard none of it as he yanked himself away to hurl in the bushes.

"'M fine. Commmmming down," Virgil panted, trying desperately to steady himself. After several deep breaths and false starts, he managed to stay upright and reach for a steadying hand. Whatever had knocked him on his ass so quickly was also fading just as fast, "shiitt, did you spike my drink?"

"Nah, man. Come on, we're almost there."

---

Remus stared at this drunk little catch from the bar and was glad he was the one who'd picked him up. Someone must have tried something funny with his drink. Bad enough news for everyone else still at the club but at least this one was safe.

Remus shook his head and checked his phone to call a cab only to find the phone dead already. Shit. No way to warn Roman now. Remus waited for Virgil to finish puking his guts out on the neighbor's lawn, pretty dead set on getting this guy help as soon as they got home and he convinced Ro he needed a favor.

Slowly, he helped Virgil towards his front door, surprised at how fast the intoxication seemed to be turning around as Virgil got steadier on his own feet. Remus winced when he couldn’t find his keys and cursed when Virgil reached out and rang the doorbell.

"Stop! It's way too late for that!" Remus hissed as the door quickly opened to a very pissed-off looking Roman.

"Are you crazy! Pat's asleep- oh… oh who the fuck is this?" Roman asked, stepping outside and shutting the door behind him, "Remus, you promised tonight!"

"Ro, calm down. This is Virgil. Yes, I promised, but do you think you could take-"

"No!" Roman exclaimed furiously, "I have work tomorrow! I can't take Pat. Send Virgil home and be a grown-up for once!" Roman grumbled and turned abruptly back inside.

"Roman! Someone tried to spike him-" Remus hissed, pulling Virgil inside with him "-and before it hit, he was the best guy I've met in my life."

"Oh you mean just like Mr. Wonderful?" Roman snarked back in a low voice as he gathered his belongings. Remus winced at the reminder.

"Don't be a dick, brother dearest. That's my job. Please, I promise this time will be the last-"

"I can't! Teddy is already worried that I'm out this late. We love Patton but we're not raising him for you. You're not a kid anymore, Rem. Learn to date like an adult because we're not babysitting while you go out clubbing like this again," Roman huffed and stormed toward the door, "sorry to meet you like this, Virgil. I hope you feel better soon."

Virgil barely lifted his hand to wave as Roman left and shut the door with a dreadful finality. Remus slumped and sat at the foot of the couch Virgil had sprawled on.

"Sorry about him. How ya doing, Virgie?" Remus asked quietly.

Virgil groaned, "head hurts. Still tipsy. What the fuck did you do to my drink?"

"I didn't do anything but save you from whoever did," Remus shook his head and stood, "I'll get you some water. Or gatorade. Or milk. Fuck what do I even-"

Remus was suddenly cut off by clattering dishes and a small whimpering coming from the kitchen. In a few swift steps, he entered the kitchen and flicked on the lights to find a plate toppled from the counter to the floor, the fridge cracked open, and a toddler trying very hard to hide behind the trash can.

"Pattycake! What are you doing sneaking around in the dark?" Remus slapped on a grin and swooped the child into his arms with a grunt, "oh big boy. Getting too old to pick up like this."

Patton squeaked in his father's arms as he was lifted up, "got loud, Papa. Unkie Ro promised me a second cookie before bed."

"He did now?" Remus asked, eyebrows raised in mock shock.

"Mhmm. Said Unkie Teddy'd bring it. Where's Unkie Teddy?"

"Oh no! Ro was gonna call the cookie monster himself to get ya?" Remus gasped as he shifted his hold on the child and nudged the plate under the sink to take care of in the morning, "Uncle Ro promised you a cookie monster and didn't show up? That fiend!" Remus giggled with Patton as he grabbed a couple of water bottles from the fridge, shutting the door with his hip.

"Unkie Monsta!" Patton giggled, clinging to Remus’s neck.

"Mhmm. It's really late buddy. You should get back to bed," Remus cooed as he dropped one of the water bottles on Virgil’s chest.

"What the hell-?" Virgil tried to sit up, utterly confused who Remus was talking to now.

"Hey! You don't get to cuss in front of my kid until date five!" Remus snapped, holding Patton close. Virgil blinked at the baby blue eyes, curly blonde hair and the overwhelming amount of freckles as the child stared back at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Papa, who's that? He looks spiky," Patton whimpered, quickly hiding his face from Virgil.

"Baby, I'm spiky. I like spiky people," Remus carefully soothed, running a hand through soft curls, "he's one of Papa's new friends."

Virgil watched, unamused, "you didn't say that you have a kid. What, were you planning on bringing me back here with a toddler who could walk in and see anything?"

"Look, I was trying to ask my brother to babysit him overnight. You're hella cute but I didn't expect to make this introduction so quickly," Remus huffed, "Pattybear, be nice and say hi and then you best be headed back to bed, mister."

Patton peeked one eye out to appraise the stranger in his spot on the couch. After a long moment, he waved and barely audibly whispered a small, "hi."

Virgil smiled at the typical child response to his neon purple hair and uncountable piercings, but Remus laughed loudly, startling both the drunk man and the child, "oh Come on! That was weak shit, Pat-Pat. Say it like you mean it!"

"That's not necess-"

"HI!" the tiny voice bellowed over his protests. Father and son laughed together as Virgil sputtered.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, my little monster! Alright, enough fun. Back to bed, you rascal. Papa has to take care of the baby who drank too much apple juice," Remus beamed and set Patton down on the ground, waving as the child sped off back to his room.

"Cute kid. You didn’t mention a kid earlier," Virgil groaned and laid back down on the couch, head swimming.

"Yeah well, kids are chick magnets," Remus replied, not meeting Virgil’s eyes.

"Okay?"

"I'm into dudes…"

"And? It's not like a kid is gonna send good guys running," Virgil shrugged, very much regretting his choice of drinks that night.

"Yeah, you haven't run yet. But that was a very tired out and pacified little scamp you just met. You'll see in the morning- unless you wanted me to call you a cab now?" Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't wanna move," Virgil murmured, "but I would like kissesss."

"Direct. I like it," Remus smirked and slid down to kneel next to the couch, "but that would be taking advantage of your weakened defenses. Sleep it off and ask me in the morning."

Virgil whined and pouted at the denial, "please? I came all this way."

"Well, if you insist," Remus grinned and leaned in close. Virgil smirked and pulled Remus forward that last inch. Virgil tried hard to enjoy the kiss but the fact of the not yet sleeping child in another room tempered his desires greatly. After a minute, Remus pulled back and grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch.

"To be continued, Dr. Love."

"Fine. Good night," Virgil sighed and watched Remus stand and leave the living room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

---

Virgil awoke the next morning to a warm palm pressed against his cheek. He slowly blinked his eyes open to find bright blue eyes framed with thin black wire-rimmed glasses. Squinting out the light to protect himself from the impending headache, Virgil finally recognized the child from the night before.

"Hey, Patton-"

"Angels sing and demons cry, but we can't tell the difference," Patton stated sweetly, head tilted to one side.

"Hey Kiddo, breakfast time!" Remus called from the kitchen, "is Virgil up yet?"

Virgil felt a chill run down his spine as the child giggled, patted his face, and called back, "yes Papa! We're coming!"

Virgil groaned and sat up slowly, sore from sleeping on the couch with his piercings still in. How he'd managed to fall asleep in skinny jeans absolutely baffled him, almost as much as the peculiar little kid staring at him expectantly.

"What d'ya want, kid?"

"A kitty!"

"I don't have a kitty."

Patton’s eyes immediately brimmed with tears and his lip quivered before the child ran screaming back to the kitchen.

Virgil was sorely tempted to roll back over and hope he woke up somewhere quieter, but the smell of bacon and the temptation of seeing Remus in the daylight pushed him to his feet.

The guy he'd met in the bar had practically disappeared once Patton showed up. Remus had been flirty and suggestive and very interested in Virgil all night but nothing in his behavior would have ever led Virgil to suspect he had a kid and was capable of acting so.. fatherly. The man’s duality was almost unsettling.

Virgil walked over and stood in the door of the kitchen, silently watching Remus encouraging the weeping little boy to sit down and eat toast. He still wasn't sure why Patton had thought he would have a cat with him, but the disappointment had surely gotten to the little fella.

Remus looked up and gave Virgil a tired grin, "heya, sleeping beauty. How's your head?"

"Threatening to disown me. I didn’t touch him. He asked if I had a cat," Virgil nodded to Patton, hoping that Remus didn't think he'd purposefully hurt the kid.

"Oh don't worry. He asks everyone. His dad promised him one and well, do you see a litter box?" Remus rolled his eyes, standing and guiding Patton to the table, "you'd think after so many empty promises, the kid would know better, right?"

"Wait… you're his dad, right?" Virgil frowned.

"Nope!" Patton giggled, twirling his spoon between his fingers, "Dada lives in the big house!"

"Patton, eat your breakfast!" Remus barked, not unkindly before turning back to Virgil with a sigh, "no offense, but Patton’s dad is not exactly first date story material. Neither is Patton but well, that can't be helped now."

Virgil bit his lip, "right. None of my business… Except I shouldn't be here if you're married."

"I'm not married, sweetheart," Remus held up his hand to show off the lack of a ring.

"And this mystery father isn't… ya know," Virgil drew a finger across his throat in a wordless question.

"I fucking wish! Look, it's none of your damn business, Virgil. You want breakfast or the door?" Remus snapped, turning back to the food on the stove.

Virgil sighed and sat down next to Patton at the table, idly arranging shaped blocks in a haphazard pattern, "I'm sorry. I just don’t want to get in the middle of something complicated without knowing that's what's up. Yo, got another triangle for me, Pat?"

Patton grinned and grabbed a triangle from the table before shoving it somewhat painfully into Virgil’s palm. Remus watched the interaction and sighed overly dramatically.

"Hey, baby, why don't you go get dressed and pick out a movie?" Remus ruffled Patton’s hair, "no horror movies today though."

"Awwwww but I love the scary ones," Patton moped but obediently left the table.

Remus waited until Patton was out of sight before replying, "look, I don't have any secrets. I got nothing to hide. The only complicated thing right now is custody. My ex and I are separated and don't talk. Hell, I try to get him to pick Pattom up from Roman and Teddy's every chance I get. I love the little tyke but his dad pisses me off."

Virgil bit his lip, "that does not sound ideal."

Remus shook his head, "it's not. Like one day you're planning a wedding and processing an adoption, then before you know it you're divorced and fighting with the man you love for custody of the child he said made him sick to look at." Remus gritted his teeth, "Pat deserves so much better…"

Virgil nodded along with Remus’s story, "so why go out clubbing during your time with Patton? He doesn't need two absent fathers."

Remus chuckled, "don't freak out, but the first one of us who remarries has a huge advantage in getting full custody. Because neither of us is biologically related to Pat-Pat, it's become way too much of a battle.

"I'm sorry," Virgil whispered, studying the grain of the wood in the table.

"It's alright," Remus shrugged, "you're alright, Virge. Can I get that number now?"

Virgil laughed and took the offered phone, "yeah, call me when you've got some free time and Patton is with his dad."

Remus grinned and pocketed the phone, "oh you'll see how this works, sweetheart."

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Patton was nearly a constant whenever Virgil met with Remus, but at least Roman had been mollified by Remus having a steady date so he and Teddy resumed babysitting during more adult dates. The Remus he'd met at the bar never quite resurfaced in the same way, sometimes the actual image of the tatted-up punk caring for a sweet little angelic-looking demon spawn of a kid took Virgil by surprise, and sometimes he was shocked with the things this man would say to his kid. Teddy constantly questioned Virgil why he had stayed even after learning more about the whole situation.

Virgil wasn't certain why. Patton had definitely tried to scare him off a few times. The kid was terrifying when he wanted to be.

But this little family was so very compelling, and Virgil was more and more certain with each date that he wanted a place in it.

"So, sugar…"

"Yeah, Rem?"

"I have a modest proposal for you-"

"Nope. Not gonna eat babies."

"Wha-?"

"Oh, shoot I thought for sure you were talking about the satirical essay. What's up, babe?" Virgil winced and turned to face Remus.

"How would you… like to start the process to become one of Patton’s legal guardians?"

"You're asking your boyfriend to adopt your kid who already has two dads?"

"Well yeah, because-"

"Because then the paperwork is ready to sign right after the wedding," Virgil interrupted with a grin, "you sneaky son of a biscuit!"

Remus laughed, "please, baby?"

"Not my call, sweetheart," Virgil smirked, "hey, Pattycake!"

Little feet pounded down the hallway, Patton skidding to a halt in the kitchen, "yeah? Prince Sparkles is in danger so this better be important!"

"You can save the Prince soon enough, kid. How would you feel-" Virgil suddenly felt very nervous as the gravity of the question finally hit him, "-how would you like… another dad?"

"Umm.. do I have to meet him?" Patton looked disappointed and confused.

"No, Pat-attack, Virgil is asking if he can be your dad too," Remus explained gently.

"You aren't already? I demand you be my dad this instant!" Patton bellowed at Virgil, pouting with the most betrayed expression he could muster.

Virgil laughed, "don't worry kid, this is just gonna be the paperwork that makes it official. You know I got you."

"Yay! New Dad! New Dad!" Patton beamed and ran around the table to dive into Virgil’s arms. Virgil caught him with a grunt and leaned into Remus.

"I think that's a yes from me," Virgil murmured

"Most excellent. Now I've got both my boys!" Remus grinned and wrapped both in a bear hug to seal the deal.

#dukexietyweek2021 #dukexiety #sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #kid!patton #familial dukeality #familial intruality

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babeyvenus · 3 years

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The Wolf Among Us

Bigby x Oc

Summary: Sonya Blaze, A.K.A. Hell Rider, is a half fable, half mundy girl who comes to Fabletown to learn more about her side of the folktales. She works alongside Sheriff Bigby Wolf as his newest partner and together they strive to find out who's behind the unexpected murders in Fabletown.

TW: Mentions of death, gore/blood, alcohol, smoking, drugs, sex implications, suicide, guns and ofc language.

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Chapter 18: What a Twist

Everyone turns their head to see the mermaid running towards them, panting softly as she runs up to Sonya. “Easy. You’re not late.”, Sonya smiled, holding her arms.

“Excuse me, dear.”, Crooked Man says to Nerissa. “I….I wanted to make sure I had the chance to say something.”, Nerissa said, catching her breath.

“Why don’t you take a moment to catch your breath, little one?”, Crooked Man suggested.

“What’s she doing here?”, Bluebeard asked, crossing his arms.

“I’d like to…I–I need to say something.”, Nerissa declared.

“We’re kind of in the middle of something.”, Bluebeard said. Sonya glared at him. “Fuck off and let her speak.”

“She has something to say and we’re gonna listen.”, Bigby said. He nodded at Nerissa. “Go right ahead.” She smiles at him, and then glares at the Crooked Man. “You probably don’t remember me. I don’t know why I was afraid to come here.”, she said.

“My dear, I don’t know what it i–”

“Just shut up!”, Nerissa ordered, making him look at her in surprise. “You enslaved us for years. Let us hear stories about what you’d do….told us we would lose everything if we stepped just one toe out of line. And we couldn’t say a word about it because of these damn ribbons.”

“Wait….”

“But you know what….now it’s my turn to talk.”, Nerissa said, smirking. “How are you–?”, he asked, clasping his hands.

“I found Vivian’s body. Did you kill her?”, she asked. She turns to Sonya and Bigby. “Did he?”

“He might as well have.”, Bigby says, looking at the Crooked Man. “Vivian wanted you guys to finally be free. She explained what happened. Figured she knew she was gonna die regardless.”, Sonya said. Nerissa looks down in sadness. “I’m sorry, um….I don’t think I know your….”, Crooked Man excused himself.

“Nerissa! My name is Nerissa!”, Nerissa yells at him.

“It’s okay, my dear, it’s going to be just–”

“He ordered them dead, this fucker. Faith and Lily–"

"That’s a lie!”

“I was in the goddamned room when he did it!”, she exclaimed to the crowd. She turned to Crooked man, angrily. “Faith and Lily are dead because of you! The only two people who ever gave a damn about me… and now I can finally say, you’re an asshole. And I hope you rot at the bottom of the Witching Well for what you did."

"Then this just confirms it.”, Bigby says, grinning. Nerissa turns to the crowd. “He made Georgie do it, it was always him, Georgie would’ve never done anything without his say-so, ever.”

“You’re going to take the word of–”

“At least five other girls will back me up on this.”, Nerissa cuts him off. “We all heard you say it!”

Crooked Man glared at her. “Did you now…”

“There goes our evidence.”, Sonya grins at Bigby. “She saw it first hand….”, Beauty says in shock.

“He’s guilty!”, Bluebeard declared.

“Sounds good to me. What about you, Deputy?”, Bigby smirked at Sonya. “Sounds good to me.”, Sonya agreed, smirking at Crooked Man. “So, we’re all in agreement.”, Snow said.

“So that’s it, right?”, Beast asked.

“Throw him down the Witching Well!”, Johann ordered.

“No! That’s too fuckin’ easy for a crook like that!”, Gren disagrees. Bigby looked at him in confusion while cuffing the Crooked Man.

“What do you mean?”, Beast asked.

“He’s gotta pay for what he did!”, Gren shouted. “That’s what we’re doing!”, Sonya exclaims in confusion. “Listen to yourselves!”, Greenleaf yelled.

“You’re all rats fleeing from one sinking ship to the next. So quick to latch onto whatever will keep your miserable lives afloat. This is how you want to repay all I’ve done for you?”, Crooked Man asked, glaring at the crowd.

“What, you take two people’s lives away and now you want mercy?”, Gren asked, in disbelief.

“You know we can’t let you go free after this.”, Snow said. “Are you seriously trying to get sympathy for ordering a hit on fables?, Sonya scoffed, amused. He narrowed his eyes at her. “Well done then.”

“Now, for your sentence–”, Snow starts but is cut off by Greenleaf. “We don’t have to become murderers.”, she suggests.

Sonya turns to her. "You're still trying to excuse his actions? He killed people. He threatened you all and you want us to make it easy for him? You're not saving him."

Greenleaf frowns. "I don't need to be taking orders from a half fable.", she says, quieting everyone.

Sonya frowns. "What's that got to do with the situation here?"

"The hell is she talking about?"

"Half fable...?"

"Greenleaf, where are you going with this?", Bigby asked. She pointed at him. "Did you really think that no one was gonna figure it out? The new fable in town, the new deputy– no one's even heard of this girl!"

Greenleaf turned to the crowd. "They've practically let a mundy run amuck in our town!", she exclaims making the crowd gasp.

Snow and Bigby's eyes widened. "Now, hold on-"

She turned to glare at Snow. "You let this happen. You're worried about what the Crooked Man would've done, what about her? What if she blabbed to other mundies about us!? What safety would we have then!?"

Sonya could feel everyone's eyes on her as she glared at Greenleaf. The old woman continues. "The wolf and the princess are no better. They just do what they want. If you're so willing to let a half mundy enter Fabletown, what's to stop you from letting other mundies in!?"

The Crooked Man clapped. "Well. This is a surprise to remember."

Sonya glared at him. "Now hold on, whether or not Sonya's a half fable, it didn't stop her from trying her best to find my sister. They care about us. About this town.", Holly interjects.

"They only cared when they thought it was Sonya that bit it, though.", Gren added. Holly shook her head. "But it wasn't her fault. It took me too long to come to terms with that.", she said, looking down. "I trust them. They've gotten this far when Crane never bothered and the Crooked Man is here. That's all we wanted was for justice to come to this town and they've done it. What more do you want?", she asks Greenleaf.

Sonya smiles at Holly, giving her a nod before turning back to Greenleaf, crossing her arms. "Are you done? Can I speak now?" The old woman scoffed, keeping herself quiet.

"Alright then.", Sonya says but Bigby puts a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to explain yourself.", he says. She gives him a small smile. "As your deputy, I'd want everyone to trust me and put their faith in our jobs. What better way to do that than to be honest?"

His expression softened and he lets go of her shoulder. Sonya claps to get everyone's attention. "If you're all writing a book and you must know, I am a half fable. I don't know if you all have heard tales of the Ghost Rider. But I am the next Ghost Rider. My dad was the previous one before me. He died a couple of years ago and I swore and prayed to every god I could think of to bring him back.", she frowns.

She paces in front of the crowd as she continues. "A demon of some sorts, Mephistopheles, or Mephisto, offered me a chance to "help" those in need of saving. To help wary souls find their place in the after life. My dad did the same thing. The only reason why his soul wasn't saved is because he traded it with Mephisto. Same as I have."

She looked down. "He told me about this place. Hell, he worked with Crane outside rather than working at the office. He told me stories about how great this place was. Living fairy tales commuting amongst each other like any regular old person. I thought he was just telling stories but a few years after he died, I decided to look for Fabletown myself."

She looked at Snow. "That's when I met Snow and Crane. Crane gave Snow the rundown of my situation because he knew my dad. Which then helped me get a job as deputy.", she says, glancing at Bigby. "And now we're all here."

Sonya glared at Greenleaf. "However, me being a half fable wouldn't mean I'd rat everyone out. I'd have no good solid proof to the police anyways. I'd look like a damn loon and would probably get arrested for wasting their time. So, I dunno what your little plan was to get everyone's attention onto me and off of the task at hand, but we're still at a trial. And, last time I checked, I wasn't the guilty one."

Greenleaf looks down in shame. “He’s guilty! I know that, but we don’t have to kill anybody. Like you said before, there's another way we can go about this. We can imprison him. Lock him up forever…somewhere he can never hurt anyone again.”, Greenleaf says.

“How can we be sure he won’t escape?”, Snow asked, frowning. “I can help! We’ll use magic. I assure you–”, Greenleaf said, making Sonya look up in thought.

“That’s not good enough!”, Bluebeard shouts.

“There will be more if he isn’t stopped!”, Nerissa says. “So we get rid of him!”, Gren says.

“I don’t know…”, Beauty says, uncertain. “We can send him away!”, Beast suggests.

“Everyone! Listen up!”, Snow announces. “Clearly we’re having trouble agreeing on a suitable punishment. So I think we–”

“This is going nowhere!”, Bluebeard cuts her off. “Someone needs to make a decision!”, Snow exclaimed. “Who?”, Beauty asked.

“I hope you aren’t suggesting yourself.”, Bluebeard says, stepping up to her.

“We should have a vote. Make it democratic.”, Bigby says. “Do you really think that’s going to work?”, Bluebeard asked. “He’s right. Nobody can agree on anything.”, Snow said.

“What about Bigby and Sonya?”, Nerissa asked. “What about them?”, Snow asked, turning to her.

“They were appointed, they’re….the only official representatives, really. They should be the judges.”, Nerissa said.

“That makes sense to me.”

“I guess it does.”

“Okay.”

“Fine.”

“Are you sure? This isn’t how it’s–”, Snow says before Bluebeard interrupts her again.“It’s what the people want, Miss White.”

“Okay.”, Snow said, then turned to Sonya and Bigby. “Mr Wolf. Miss Blaze. It’s your call.”

“Snow, I–”

“Just….do what you two think is right.”, Snow said, interrupting Bigby. Sonya rolls her eyes as he pulls her aside. “What do you wanna do?” She looks at him, incredulously. “Why me? You’re the boss.” , she says.

He rolls his eyes. “Forget that. He kidnapped you.” She sighed. “Good point but he nearly got you killed.”, she argued. He clenched his jaw for a moment and looked at the crowd as they looked at them.

He nodded. “Smart.”, he let out a soft sigh. “Fine.” They walked back to the crowd.

“We could try Greenleaf’s plan. The only thing I’m worried about is whether or not he’d convince her to stop doing it. She’s so hellbent on keeping him alive even though Faith and Lily are dead. And the fact that we could’ve died….”, she says, catching his attention.

She closed her eyes, sighing again. “Let’s just see what Greenleaf has in mind. If things go south, we could always make a plan just in case it does.”

“Everyone, we’ve–”, Bigby started to say until suddenly Crooked Man charged forward and wrapped his cuffed wrists around Sonya’s neck, shocking everyone. “Not this way!”, he yells, tugging her back toward the Witching Well. She coughed and choked, struggling against his hold as Bigby ran to her.

Just before they touch the well, she grips onto the chain that connected the cuffs and melted it, making her drop to her knees. Bigby grabs Crooked Man’s shirt and punches him in the face, holding him over the Witching Well. “Aaahhh……there you are….”, Crooked Man said, creepily as Sonya catches her breath.

The crowd runs toward them, wary of the next move. “I hope you all….remember this moment…..think of me when you try to sleep.”, Crooked Man says.

“You know, we were gonna make the choice of letting you live. But you just tried to murder my deputy. That’s a problem.”, Bigby said, shaking him above the well.

“You’re going to miss me….”, Crooked Man croaked. Bigby looks at Sonya with an unsure expression, watching her rub at her neck. She frowned and nodded.

Bigby looks back at Crooked Man with a smirk. “No. I won’t.”, he says and he drops the Crooked Man down into the well, watching him disappear in the darkness.

“For Lily. And Faith.”, she hears Holly say. Sonya takes another deep breath, as she clasps her neck softly, now coming to terms that she could’ve died.

The Crooked Man was going to kill her because he wasn’t getting his way. That had to be enough proof to show everyone. Bigby looks at her and kneels down to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She snapped her out of her rampant thoughts and looked up at him with red rimmed, glassy, wide eyes.

He frowned, softly taking her hand away from her neck and lifted her chin up to examine it. His expression turned displeased as he saw a red mark on her neck. “I’m fine…”, she says, standing. He stood up with her and nodded, not saying a word and left.

Everyone else leaves the chamber, unsure, afraid, unsettled or otherwise. Sonya could only watch their retreating backs before looking into the dark well for a moment and finally leaves.

She walked out of the office, walked past Bigby’s office. She paused, turned to the door and opened it slowly. She peeked her head through and smiled at Bigby’s sleeping form as he snored softly on his desk.

She walked in, quietly moving over to him and lifted a hand to gently shake him awake. His eyes popped open as he looked around and relaxed when he saw Sonya.

“Why didn’t you head home if you were gonna sleep?”, she asked. He sat up straight, rubbing his eyes. “I was gonna get some paperwork done...hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep.”

She leaned on his desk. “You might wanna go home instead of being here. You deserve a break.”, she said, looking down at her shoes.

He looked up at her and looked at a nearby clock. “Hey…”, he says, getting her attention. “You wanna go grab something to eat?”, he asked, giving her a slight smile. She chuckled. “At this hour?”

“I don’t hear a complaint.”, he says, raising an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes playfully. “Fine. We can go find something that’s open.”

Subway Late Night

Sonya sputters a laugh, nearly choking on her drink. “So, you mean to tell me, he’s making you owe him a place to stay because you blew his house down?”, she asks, after hearing Bigby explain his roommate situation. He swallowed his bite of his meatball sub, giving a sigh and nods. “He’s a pain in the ass.”

“Well, if we’re being fair, in the stories I’ve read, the pigs boil you alive. I think that’s way more than enough.”, she says. That intrigued him. “Really?”, he asked.

She nodded, taking a bite. She looked up at the sky as they walked away from the shop. “To think I’d be living among actual fairy tale characters….”, she mutters. “I mean, I knew the sugarcoated stories had to have some type of dark history behind it but jesus…”

“Yeah… no sugarcoating with this one.”, he says, pointing at himself. “It just sounds like you were hungry.”, she says, smiling. He nodded. “I was.”, he says. “Okay, so let me get this straight. Every fairy tale character is here? Or at least nearby?” He shrugs. “More or less.”

“So...does that mean that Rapunzel is here too?”, she asked. He nodded. “I was wondering because I read a story that the guy that saved her fell from the tower and got his eyes poked out by thorns.”, she says, making him grimace. “That’s dark.”, he says.

“Is it not true?”, she asked and finished up her sandwich. “I wouldn’t know… Not a lot of fables talk to me. That or they’re at the Farm.”, he replied.

“Sounds boring. Looks like I came here just in time to spice up your life.”, she says, grinning and making him roll his eyes in amusement. He threw their trash away in a nearby trash can before they walked in the Woodlands and pulled out a Huff n’ Puff, making Sonya reel back once he lit it. “What is up with you and the cancer sticks?”, she asked, pinching her nose.

“It helps.”, he says. “With addiction??”, she asked in disbelief. He chopped her head softly, “No. It helps drown out smells from the city. My nose can’t take everyone’s scent all at once. Especially if I’m trying to pinpoint someone’s location.”, he says, leading her to the elevator.

Once the elevator stopped on their floor, it opened, allowing them to enter.

Her eyes widened in realization. “Ohhh, so its like being in a perfume store and taking in too many scents all at one time.” He nods, taking a drag.

“Does your nose get stuffy from smelling a lot of things simultaneously?”, she asked. He shook his head, letting the smoke out. “It gives me one mean migraine, though.”

She smiled, enjoying the new info. “So, you are like a pup.”, she joked. He narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t start.”, he says, making her snicker.

He did have to admit, he felt lighter. The Crooked Man was gone, Faith, Lily and Nerissa got their justice. All that was left was to deal with whatever came their way next. And he was fine with that.

He smiled at Sonya as they arrived on their apartment floors. She rubbed her eyes, sleepily. “I actually miss that stupid couch…”, she muttered.

“Go on home. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”, he says. She looked at him, remembering what Snow said. She gave him a faux smile. “Yeah. G’night, Bigby.”

He nodded before she walked away and entered her apartment. Locking the door, Snow’s words echoed in her mind. “When this case is over, you’ll be on leave until we need you.”

She walked over to her couch and laid into the cushions, curling up. “Damn that Snow.”, she grumbled, shutting her eyes.

The Woodlands Next morning

Bigby rubbed his eyes sleepily as he waited for the elevator doors to open. He pulls out a Huff n’ Puff, lighting it up as Flycatcher catches him. “Hey, Sheriff.”, he greets Bigby. “You gonna see the truck off? We’re leaving for the Farm in a few….I already informed the Deputy and she’s helping outside. Just thought you might wanna, I don’t know…”

“I’ll be down in a minute.”, he says. “Okay…great.”, Flycatcher smiles as the door to the elevator closes. He hears someone walk up to him and sees Sonya. “Hey.”

He greeted her back. “You’re up pretty early. Thought you would’ve slept in after everything that’s happened.”

She shook her head. “Nah, I heard that Toad was getting sent to the Farm and I didn’t want T.J. to be too upset.”, she explains as they walk up to a long line outside of the Business Office. “This fuckin’ line.”, Bigby hears Gren mumble.

As they walked past everyone, they were given smiles or uncertain looks. He lifted a hand to the door of the office until Snow White rushed out, holding some files in her arms. She stops when she sees them. “Oh….Mr. Wolf! Flycatcher left his keys.” She holds out the keys to Bigby.

He holds his hand out and she drops the keys in his hands. He looks down at the keys before looking back at Snow. “Is everything okay? You look–”

“I’m–I’m sorry, Sheriff. I have to take care of this.” , Snow said, before giving Sonya a look. “We’ll talk later, okay?”, she said before walking back into the office. Sonya frowned deeply and walked away, much to Bigby’s confusion.

She walks past Bluebeard and he gives Bigby a look as he walks to the office. “Good morning, Miss White.”

“You’re late.”, Bigby hears her say. He walks to the elevator, ready to get away. The elevator doors opened and his eyes widened at Colin, holding a six pack in his mouth. “Someone’s gonna see you, Colin.”, Bigby said. Colin smiles and winks at him before walking away. He sighed and shook his head, entering the elevator.

As he walked outside, he could hear Toad fussing at Flycatcher as Toad and T.J. climbed in the trunk. “Fly.”, Bigby calls, catching the younger one’s attention. “You forgot these.”, he says, tossing the keys to him. “Oh! Thank you. It’s, uh, been pretty busy around here.”, Flycatcher said as he caught the keys.

“Morning, Sheriff. Nice fuckin’ day.”, Toad said, angrily. “Shit.” He fussed at T.J. “Just go grab that, would you?”

“Sorry about all this. We tried to help.”, Bigby said, standing next to Sonya. “Just why the hell did she have to send me and me boy away? Huh? You two promised me I’d get another chance, but Miss White said I had to go up to the damn Farm anyway! I told her I had the money but she wouldn’t hear it!”, Toad shouts.

“That’s because she’s stuck up about it…”, Sonya mutters, crossing her arms. “Sheriff Bigby! Sonya!”, T.J. called. “I have something.”, Sonya and Bigby walk up to T.J. as he sniffles. “You know he was up cryin’ all night. Poor kid.”, Toad said, shaking his head.

“Can you give this to Miss White? Please.”, T.J. plead as he holds out a little wooden box to them. “Dad says there’s no time to say goodbye, so…if you guys could bring it to her…she was nice.”

“What is it?”, Bigby asked him, holding his hand out.

“I couldn’t take them all with me. And she said she liked that one the best.”, T.J. explained as he hands the box to Bigby. Bigby opened the box and saw a pretty blue beetle inside of it.

To: Miss White

From: TJ

“It’s a Willow Beetle. That’s a big one. They’re cool, ‘cause when they’re little they have these pouches that squirt juice at you if you touch 'em.”, T.J. informed as Bigby closed the box. “She’ll definitely love it.”, Sonya gave him a smile. “She said it was pretty.”, T.J. said.

“We’re about ready to head out.”, Flycatcher said as he walked back towards the truck. “What’s it like at the Farm? I’ve heard ogres live there. And they eat people in their sleep sometimes.”, T.J. said as Toad places a hand on his shoulder. “God, I hope not.”, Toad said. “Do we have to go?”, T.J. asked him. “I wanna stay here.”

“Well, we don’t have a choice anymore.”, Toad said. “We’re sorry, T.J.”, Bigby said. “But look on the bright side, okay? There’s plenty of space to run around, and a nice river nearby so you can swim all you want.”

“Even in daytime?”, T.J. asked, with hopeful eyes.

“Yeah.”, Bigby nodded, smiling. “You won’t have to worry about the mundies seeing you. It’ll be nice.”

T.J. sniffled some more, making Sonya rub his back. “Come on….it won’t be so bad.”, Bigby said.

“Have you been there before?”, T.J. asked, looking up at Bigby.

“No….I’m, uh—some of the animals aren’t comfortable around wolves.”, Bigby says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you wouldn’t know, would you?”, Toad asked, making Bigby lower his head. “Hey, if they won't let Mr. Wolf be there, I doubt they'll let any ogres touch you.", Sonya grinned at T.J. He gives her a small smile.

"And hey, I think I got something for ya.", she says, walking over to her bike and dug into a small bag. She pulled out a bag of gummy worms and handed it to him.

"Thought you might like to try them. Wasn't sure whether or not you could have candy but it's a mundy snack.", she says as he takes it with wonder.

“We’re all set.”, Flycatcher says, getting in the truck. "Bye, Mr Wolf. Bye, Miss Sonya.”, T.J. said, with glassy eyes. “Goodbye, T.J.”, Bigby says. "Seeya kiddo. I'll try to see if I can visit you!", she said, giving him a grin.

Bigby pulls out a cigarette, grumbling when he gets interrupted. “Hey, Bigby! Where’s your friend, Colin? Where’s the fuckin’ pig?”, Toad asked, angrily. “I dunno. He must’ve run off.”, Bigby shrugged as he lit his smoke.

“What a crock of shit.”, Toad said, angrily as they drove away. Sonya sighed. “I hate that he cusses like that around T.J. He’s so sweet.”, she says to Bigby and looks up as it starts to rain. “Where are you headed off to?”, he asked.

“Well, I-”, Sonya starts before she gets cut off. “Saying goodbye?”, a familiar voice asks. Sonya and Bigby look across the street to see Nerissa, in a white shirt and a jacket, and jeans, smiling while holding an umbrella. They smile at her, walking across the street.

“Hi.”, they say as Sonya gave her a hug.

“Hi.”, she says, returning it. “You’re still wearing that thing.”, Bigby said, pointing at her neck. Sonya’s eyes trail to Nerissa’s neck as she sees the purple ribbon and frowns.

“Oh….yeah.”, she said, nervously. “I guess I am…it’s not easy to forget.” They walk under a shade, shielding themselves from the rain. “I know it seems like I should be able to….it’s just….”, she sighs.

“Could I…?”, Bigby asked, reaching out to her. Sonya slaps his hand, making him retract it. “What did I tell you? You’re so impatient.”, she fussed. He grumbled, rubbing his hand.

Nerissa rubs her arm. “I’m sorry... I-I know you’re just trying to help, but this is just something I need to do on my own. Okay?” He nodded, putting his hands at his sides.

“Listen, I-I came here because….I have to tell you guys something.”, Nerissa said. “What’s wrong?”, Sonya asked.

“It’s about what happened to Faith and Lily. I’m not sure where to start….”, she said, biting her lip. “Faith, Lily and I, we had this plan. We were gonna find a way out. Leave the Pudding 'n Pie for good….but then Faith decided to get some…leverage. She stole a picture of Crane and Lily together. The minute Faith stole that photo, we had dirt on one of the Crooked Man’s allies. If he found out–!”, she took a breath.

“I-I had no choice. You two have to understand. You’ve seen how they kept us quiet at that place. Can you imagine the lengths they’d go to just silence someone who had physical evidence?”

“Nerissa, what did you do?”, Bigby asked, confused and shocked.

“I freaked out. Okay? I thought if I came clean to Georgie, he’d get the Crooked Man to leave us alone! We could just forget the whole thing….maybe try again in a few years.”, Nerissa confessed.

“You…what!?”, Sonya asked, shocked.

“So I told him everything. And I begged for mercy. For all of us! I didn’t want anyone to die over a picture!”, Nerissa says, tearfully. “So you sold them out?”, Sonya asked, crossing her arms in disappointment. “No!”, she exclaimed.

Sonya looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “Yes....”, Nerissa looks down at her feet. “Georgie promised he’d smooth things over with the Crooked Man. But then….Oh God.”

Sonya sighed, reaching to rub her back but she flinched, making Sonya’s eyes widen. She gave her a weak smile, appreciative of the attempted comfort.

“I don’t know what happened, but that night, at the club….Georgie came back and told me things had changed. He had to make an example of us…we had committed treason. And while the two of us were sitting there…as he was telling me this….Faith walked in. And I had to watch while Georgie–”, she explained, sniffling.

Bigby’s eyes widened. “Wait, so Georgie told you all this? Not the Crooked Man? Back at the Well you said….”

“I know what I said.”, Nerissa said firmly. Sonya frowns. “But it wasn’t the truth, was it?”

“What does it matter? I know the Crooked Man did it. So what if it wasn’t the whole truth? It was true enough!”, Nerissa exclaimed.

“So you think that makes it okay to lie?”, he asked, frowning at her.

“I know he ordered their deaths. I wasn’t going to let him get away with it because of a stupid technicality. Especially after-” She sighed and looked at them.

“That night, after Faith….I tried to warn Lily, but she wasn’t with her scheduled appointment. So I did the only thing I could do. I-I left Faith’s head at your doorstep.”, Nerissa confessed.

“You?”, the other two asked. “So that piece of fabric I found near there….that was you?”, Bigby asked. Nerissa nodded. “Yeah…I cut my leg trying to get over the fence.”

Sonya looked at him. “Its no wonder why she was placed there with care.” She turned to Nerissa. “So you started all of this?”

“I just…. I pointed you two in the right direction. People like us get forgotten all the time. The Crooked Man was counting on that. When we suffer, we do it in silence. And the world likes it that way. We just….fade. Like we never existed. I couldn’t watch that happen to Faith. Or Lily. Nobody cares about us. Not really.”, Nerissa says, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, Nerissa.”, Bigby said. “I’m sorry that’s what it took to get us to pay attention.”

“It’ll be different now. You guys will make things right…. The two of you and Snow.”, Nerissa said, smiling. Sonya crosses her arms. “It just feels like it won’t matter.”

“It seems like no matter what we do, it’s just not enough for her or anyone.”, Bigby says, sadly. “We just can’t win with these people.”

“I know it might feel that way, but….they need you two. All three of you. You three make a good team. The way you look out for each other….and look out for us. You don’t see that a lot these days.”, Nerissa nods..

“I don’t really know where we stand anymore. Things are just...different.”, Bigby shrugged, looking at his feet.

“Things are always different. Look, after everything you two have done for us… Maybe they don’t want to admit it, but…without you two, none of this would’ve happened. You two listened when no one else would. Both of you protected your friends….no matter the cost. And you brought justice to this town….finally. Because you two brought the Crooked Man in, everyone saw who he really was. So from where I’m standing, you guys did the right thing. You guys have been given these jobs for a reason. And I left Faith at your doorstep, because I knew, if anyone stood a chance against the Crooked Man, it was you two.”, Nerissa reassures.

“That’s all we wanted was for things to be right. To be better.”, Sonya says. “You two have changed this place. For better or worse. Fabletown wouldn’t be the same with you two.”, Nerissa says, grinning and opening her umbrella as she starts to walk away from them.

She pauses and turns to Bigby. “You’re still not as bad as everyone says you are.” Bigby’s eyes slowly widened in realization. He looked at Sonya as she looked at him and back at Nerissa in confusion.

“I need to tell you something.”

“I have to tell you something.”

“I feel like we’ve met before.”

“You’re trying to place me.”

“You like my ribbon?”

“Do you like it?”

“Faith wore one too.”

“Would hide her beauty, so she could escape his kingdom.”

"They used to call me The Little Mermaid."

“Did Dr Swineheart ever get back to you about Faith?”

“He said he wanted to run more tests.”

“I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

I’ll see you two around.

“No way…”, Sonya mutters and turns to Bigby. “Should we go after her?” He looked at “Nerissa’s” retreating back and shook his head. “I think she deserves to be free.”

She sighed and walked back to her bike with him, placing her helmet on her head before climbing on.

“So...you’re headed where now?”, Bigby asked. “You’re not leaving too...are you?” She looked at him with a small smile. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”, she chuckled, tugging her bag on her back. “I’m gonna visit my mom.”

His eyes filled with curiosity. “Your mom…? How come? Did something happen?” She shook her head, “I haven’t been able to keep in touch with her since we were working so I thought a little visit would ease her mind.”

He nodded in understanding. She smirked, teasingly. “What, you gonna miss me?” He rolled his eyes. “No, I was just thinking.”

She leaned on the handle bar of her bike. “About what?” He rubbed behind his neck. “Apologizing to your mother.”

Her eyes widened a bit before she snickered. “What?”, he asked, frowning. “You sound like you’re gonna get in trouble. Relax.”, she says, smiling. She sits up. “Did you wanna come with?”

He looks at her bike. “You sure I can fit on that?” She shrugs. “I’m more worried about your poor pup ears.”, she teased, making him roll his eyes again. “I think I can handle the sound of a muffler.”, he says. She scoots up. “Get on then.”

He awkwardly gets on the bike, hesitantly wrapping his arms around here as she starts up her bike. “I don’t think I have to tell you to hold on, right?”, she asks. He narrowed his eyes, making her shrug. “Okay.”

She pulls off, the loud roar of the engine making Bigby’s ears twitch and his hold gets a little tighter.

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