#she definitely eats sheet metal

[sealhaus]

“Like drawing a dinosaur in a ballgown”

Drew some Chameleon in my art history class, and surprisingly to absolutely no one, I love her. We’ve been needing a villain with this energy for so long, she’s like if Yzma and Bronze Age Taotie vessel had a baby and I love her for that.

Drawing her in this cloud collar getup was so so much fun, I can’t wait to see her on the big screen next week! (EHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHHEHEH)

[rosemaeridream]

Blood Orange Bitch | (M)

Mature content (18+)

not-so-vanilla!aeri x killer!fem reader

warnings: knifeplay, blood, knives, maiming? or is it just injuring, dom!reader, bdsm elements - see: KNIFEPLAY. reader murders people off screen and terrorises aeri on it, established relationship, kink discovery, blood... eating... idk what else to warn y’all about… oh right THERE ARE KNIVES.

A/N: sorry this took so long, i’m not usually into knives. also sorry that i’m only capable of writing about aeri at the moment i promise to get onto my other girlies

word count: 2.4k

At first she just thinks it’s your muscles, y’know? You’re both gym rats, and it’s not like she’s switched gyms and started working out in the morning just to salivate over the contour of your biceps while you use the LAT machine or sneak glances at your thighs straining to hit your 18th rep during your last set on the leg press. Definitely not. And it’s definitely not like she loves it when you come home, sweat beading off your chest and dripping down over your sports bra. It just makes her kinda horny. Sue her for being attracted to her own girlfriend.

So she just thinks she’s into fitness. On herself and on other people too. Maybe she just wants to be manhandled by someone for once. Picked up and thrown on a bed or held down or something. She hadn’t figured out the specifics yet and she wasn’t about to tell you without making sure that that was what she wanted.

Then she sees you covered in blood. It puts a slight strain on your relationship. At first she thinks it’s your own, almost sprinting out of her room to go check up on you. But she hesitates. You’re not in pain, not screaming or crying. Just walking back into the house, wiping blood off your brow so it doesn’t drip into your eyes. 

You make it to the hallway leading to the bedrooms before you make eye contact with her. Aeri’s eyes widen ever so much and her breathing picks up. She’s nervous. It’s obvious to you, of course. You have a sense for people when they’re frightened. 

Except you’re wrong. Aeri’s trying to figure out something to say, but the throbbing of her clit is not helping her think. Not a bit. 

And fuck. The metallic smell of blood tickling her nose and the hardening of your eyes sends tingles fizzing up the back of her spine and straight to her head. 

You probably think she’s woozy at the sight of blood, maybe at the knowledge that you have someone else’s blood on you. But Aeri doesn’t think about it too long because her door is slammed shut before you can even open your mouth. She buries herself in her sheets so she can get the thought of your bloodied hands leaving stains across her stomach and thighs.

Aeri avoids you for a week after. It’s funny, because she’s sure you think it’s because she’s scared of you. Of what the blood means. Who’s blood is it? What did you do?

Definitely not because she’s scared of herself. Of what being horny over blood means. Of having dreams where you dance a knife across her skin, every breath of hers stilted so it doesn’t make an incision and then wake up with a dampness between her legs. 

She’s curious at heart, so she puts her figurative detective hat on and starts to sift through article after article in the news. At first, she thinks she’s crazy. Maybe she was imagining the blood, the hardened look you sent her before she slammed the door closed. But then it all unfurls like a moth eaten blanket. 

Aeri almost takes it to the police. It’s her duty, right?  But then ever so slowly, she comes around to the idea.

It’s dumb, right? You’ve killed at least three people going by the connections in the smallest details. But it’s not like they were gold star, moral-to-a-fault people. She’s sure you weren’t overly cruel to them in death either. Maybe just a little maiming and scratching and trailing a sharpened blade across some squirming skin to cut long incisions in their chest and stomach, the coolness of the blade mixing with the heat of the pain. So Aeri pretends like it's normal. Like she’s not staring at the kitchen knives every time she passes by, imagining you holding it to her throat. Everything is normal. The relationship is normal, the sex is normal, she’s normal. Vanilla.

She forces it to be normal, until she’s naturally slotted back between your legs as you watch a movie. Or watching you cook in the kitchen while she scrolls through her phone. 

Aeri’s seen you with knives before. Aeri’s seen your muscles before. She’s seen you use your muscles and knives to cook before. So why is the thought of the knife marking your initials into her thigh or her stomach or her chest the only thing on her mind? You’re talking away like it’s nothing and she’s trying so hard not to leave a wet spot on the kitchen stool she’s sitting on. 

“Anyway, so he’s like ‘ahh you can’t fucking catch me, psycho!’, and then he falls into a pit. Great scene by the way, especially when…” She should be listening. Except that you’re naturally swinging the knife around as you talk, gesturing with it like you would a pen. And God, she can’t take her eyes off it.

You’re talking about some slasher flick you saw with your friend the other day, it’s ironic considering that she still hasn’t spoken to you about the whole blood-murderer-knife thing. And the other knife thing. Besides the point – the horror movie talk isn’t helping either.

Aeri keeps nodding and humming a yes whenever you pause, just to keep you talking. Until she hears nothing and you’re not on the other side of the bench anymore. 

Fuck.

You press her to the counter, the blunt edge of the kitchen knife cold against her throat.

“You haven’t been listening to me at all, baby.” Your voice is as cold as the steel and you lean in close to her face, making sure that she’s all ears. Aeri shakes her head as much as she can with a knife to her throat, still not registering that you haven’t got the sharp side on her skin.

“Fear and arousal can be very, very similar. Don't cha think?”

Aeri stammers out some kind of answer that she doesn’t even process, her breathing accelerating along with her heartbeat. It’s too real and not real enough at the same time. The menacing narrow of your eyes taking their time to study every single detail of her face before dipping lower to focus on the pressure of the knife.

Just the tiniest amount of force is applied and Aeri slips, letting out a moan she can’t take back. She watches your lips quirk, the knowledge reaped from her expressions and noises letting you in on a secret she didn’t want you to know.

“Are you scared, Aeri?” Slowly, the blade is flipped, taunting her. The sharpened edge, one she watched you prepare with a whetstone, making sure it was fit to glide through any piece of meat possible, tickling the peach fuzz of her neck. 

She doesn’t shake her head this time, knowing that even if she swallowed, there’d be a trail of blood to show. Aeri’s breath hitches as you start to apply equal pressure along the blade, until you move it to drag down her neck, much like a whetstone.

You haven’t nicked her skin yet and Aeri knows you’re doing it on purpose. She’s being treated like a trophy kill, played with like a cat leaving a dead rat at the door and the only thing her brain is telling her, is that she wouldn’t mind being mounted against a wall by you.

The knife trails lower, stopping at the collar of her top, drawing out whimpers and half-hushed gasps. Then you roughly gather the cotton in your hands, holding it taught so you can pass the blade through the fabric, slicing it down til it hangs loose and exposes her bra to you. Aeri watches you move the blade until it's pointed right at her sternum, the tip sharp enough for her skin to bead blood.

“Did you know that you live for about 10 minutes after being stabbed in the heart?” Your eyes flash with sadistic pleasure as Aeri flinches against the pain. “If it’s done right, the heart should stop beating immediately and poor little Aeri is left with no oxygen to her brain.”

Aeri should be scared. She should be trying to dial emergency services with the phone clutched in her hand. She should be doing anything other than getting her panties wet. Now that the knife has left her throat she can swallow and breathe (and moan) to her heart's content, awarding you with a pink flush to her cheeks and chest, which you notice immediately.

“You’re not scared. Are you, baby?” The tip digs deeper into her skin, blood beginning to drip on her bra and stain her tattered top. Your tone is rough and it makes her step back, the bench hurting her lower back more than the knife against her chest.

“Are you?”

“No.” She whimpers, her chest rising and falling rapidly, every movement shifting the knife and deepening the cut. The bite of the blade forces another gasp from her as she tries to shift away and her phone drops from her hand, hitting the floor with a clatter. You duck down to study her incision, your breath fogging up the steel before you pull back and flick it upwards, the bloodied tip now parallel to her mouth. “Lick it.”

The blade drips with blood, sliding down the side until it gets to the hilt and seeps over your thumb. The sight makes her skin crawl. That’s her blood. Aeri’s blood. 

“You’re staring at it like you want it.” You taunt, angling the blade forward until it hovers over her lips. She swallows, averting her gaze like she wasn’t just entranced by the scarlet of her own blood.

“Don’t you want it, Aeri? Have a taste of yourself. I promise it's sweeter than it looks.”

Aeri’s weaker and much more pliable than she thought. She doesn’t even think twice once she opens her mouth to lap the knife. You turn it so she can only lick the flat of the blade — at least you’re gracious enough to let her have that. Your eyes meet as your breath matches hers, laboured and long.

The taste is sweeter than she thought. It’s not comparable to jam or ketchup with too much bitterness and tang but it wasn’t gut-retching. Maybe you were right.

“Such an obedient girl.” You purr after she licks the knife clean. A moan escapes Aeri as you reach for her chin, holding it in between your index and your thumb, making sure she can’t turn away.

“You know, I thought you were nothing special in bed. Just a plain vanilla bitch.” Aeri squirms under your gaze, bracing her hands against the countertop. The flat of the knife pats her cheek as you chuckle to yourself.

“God, I was so fucking wrong. You’re a freak!”

She whimpers, shaking her head a little now that the knife isn’t pointed towards her. Frankly, she doesn’t know why she’s denying it, she’s dripping and panting and too close to cumming it’s embarrassing. 

“I’m no-”

Her words are cut off by your already harsh grip on her chin getting tighter. 

“You are. You’re anything but vanilla.” 

There’s a sick pleasure in your eyes. For a moment she plays with the idea that if this keeps up, you might stop your ‘late night habits’ – or maybe it’s a poorly concealed attempt to hide that she wants more of this. So much more.

You snap her chin towards the knife, letting the blade turn til her cheek has a thin line of blood blooming and slowly gathering to trail down to her jaw. It isn’t deep enough to leave a mark, the equivalent of a papercut but when you press the flat of the knife back to her cheek, it feels like it burns.

Tears prick Aeri’s eyes as she fails to stop you once more. It’s getting to her, the pain, the humiliation. She can’t stop you and she can’t stop the aching of her cunt. If she knew you’d let her, she’d shove her hands down her pants right then and there, getting off on the faint marks you’ve already bestowed upon her. 

“Up.” You tap the counter with your free hand. Aeri pushes herself up without a word. She knows you can slaughter her without the blink of an eye. She’s done her research, figured out where you go at night, why the smell of bleach lingers around you. She knows what you can do with that knife.

But seriously, at this point she doesn’t care. You’re already treating her like prey – why can’t she enjoy it too?

“You’re not much of a killer.” At first, her voice tremors, then somehow she pulls the audacity out of her ass to taunt you back even when she’s dripping blood from two separate locations. “You can’t even hurt me properly.”

Aeri can tell that she’s pissed you off and it’s exhilarating. The knife dips back to the valley of her breasts, following its journey down to the centre of her bra. 

“You’re lucky I don’t want to blunt my knife on the underwire.” You murmur before letting gravity take control, guiding the blade plunging down until it stops a millimetre from her thigh. Aeri can’t stop herself from tensing, ready for the pain. When it doesn’t come, she practically whines in frustration.

You’re such a tease. 

“Not vanilla. Maybe… chocolate?” Your head tilts to the side and Aeri has no clue what you’re planning.

Slowly, you let the blade touch her thigh, pushing up and under her skirt. Thank fuck for the skirt – as hot as it is for you to do this, Aeri doesn’t want her favourite clothes ruined. 

You chuckle when her leg twitches but Aeri barely notices, her head is already buzzing from anticipating your moves – the cut on her cheek stings, keeping her from completely giving into you. 

She’s paying way too much attention to the pain and not enough on your actions because suddenly there’s a sharp pinch to her clit and the flaring slice of steel against her thigh. Aeri has to grab onto your neck just to stay upright, her mouth parted and eyes closing as she begins to pant. 

The blade scratches into her thigh and her nails scratch the back of your neck. Not exactly 1:1 but close enough for Aeri to get a kick out of it. Besides, the fingers sliding through her folds and stimulating her clit is enough to make the pain turn into pleasure. 

It’s like a cutie mark, she notes. Except the lines slowly carve out to be your initials and Aeri practically comes at the feeling. She shudders, moaning wantonly – the knife isn’t deep enough to scar permanently, it’s not deep enough.

“Maybe not chocolate. Too common. Orange chocolate, maybe.” She can barely even hear your voice through her heavy breathing.

Aeri wails when she feels you mark two little dots to the initials her skin, effectively marking her as yours while her orgasm slams into her like a truck on a highway. She’s so completely gone, your fingers tweaking her clit and barrelling her into a second, weaker orgasm. 

“A Blood Orange Bitch.” You coo as her hips stutter, grinding into your hand. 

It’s too much and the last thing Aeri sees is your pink tongue licking up her blood that’s splattered on your fingers.

NOTE: almost wrote about gi being fucked with the knife’s handle but idk maybe that’s too freaky, even for me, also! might edit this later idk if it's up to my standard :P

i edited a little 🧍‍♀️ accidentally posted a version with a sentence NOT COMPLETED

[phoneuserhana333]

.°˖✧ part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: NSFW!!!, sick!reader, mention of nausea and illness, hand on throat, cliffhanger, ellie appears.

i acc hate how this part turned out :( i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable, barely proofread</3 sorry :((((

PART1 — PART2 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• you successfully forced abby into a temporary truce. sort of. falling sick and losing your voice, motivation and strength left you low on groceries and medication. so you opted to sleep through the nauseating headaches and eat oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. it was bad bad.

• so bad, in fact, that you sought out abby’s help. sure, she was a seemingly pretentious, stuck up ER nurse with a mean streak and a hatred for anything fun, but she had the medical knowledge you desperately needed to get back on your feet. plus, she definitely had pain relief medication lying around her house.

• this lead to a strange deal to form between abby and you; nurse anderson agreed to get food and medicine and deliver it to you until you got better, in exchange for three weeks of peace and quiet. hesitant, but desperate, you agreed. this was a huge win for abby. all she wanted was you to be quiet, after all.

• on the first day of your deal, you didn’t let abby come inside, claiming that you were quarantining and demanding she leaves the tote bags full of groceries outside. you barely managed to pull them into your home and the heaviness made you break a sweat, causing your fever to worsen. you texted abby that you were feeling worse and she managed to convice you to come over tomorrow after work for a check up.

• the day after, a defeated patient greeted abby at the door, avoiding her questioning gaze. she sighed and entered your home with a smaller bag filled with medicine and her briefcase with equipment that her dad gifted her. abby was a keeping her side of the deal to a t, she was determined to get on your good side, hoping you’d tune your partying and constant noisiness down for good.

• upon entering your home, the blonde was stunned. bookshelves, a grand piano, papers everywhere, even a chess board. you were smarter than she gave you credit for. the woman let you lead her to your bedroom where the air was thicker and the blinds were pulled down, hiding a bed full of tissues and forgotten mugs in the dark. fuck, her condition might be worse than i thought, abby thought to herself as she stared at your messy floral sheets, or she’s lazy, which might be even worse.

• abby checked you with the care of someone who has been in the medical field for decades, taking her time with you. your temperature was high and you were shivering, claiming to be cold while burning up. abby telling you to pull your shirt up wasn’t helping your trembling state either.

“take me on a date first, w-why dontcha?”

“sorry, y/n. i don’t date neighborhood brats.”

• you pout, too tired to argue, jumping when you feel the freezing stethoscope abby placed against your bare back.

“ow, ow, ow- abby what the hell?! s’cold!”

“god, you’re such a crybaby! here-“

• abby pulled away and warmed the metal with her hot breath, rolling her eyes as she did. your pitiful appearance was only surface level, a cruel reminder to abby that you weren’t a doe-eyed, helpless girl next door she got to take care of and feed soup, much to her disappointment. her cute little face is hiding a literal devil, abby muses, listening to your irregular heartbeat.

• what abby wasn’t aware of however, was how often she thought of you as cute. it was always- “that cute brat”, “…kind of endearing if she wasn’t so annoying” or even “a handful”, complaining to manny on the phone with her darkened eyes glued to your ass, watching as you rushed past her home to catch a train. abby was getting lost in thought, her brain full of aforementioned handfulls and soft plump skin and maybe even her landing a rough spank on- fuck. no. that was wrong.

• … right?

• you, on the other hand, were wide eyed and choking on words. abby placed her warm hand on the small of your back, forcing you to straighten up. she was moving the chest piece around, occasionally telling you to breathe deeper, in a voice that your hazy mind registered as surprisingly hot.

• what really made your heartbeat skip, was her thumb rubbing your back, tracing the elastic waistband of your pajama pants and then slipping underneath to explore the hidden skin. was abby aware she was doing this?! why weren’t you saying anything?!

• … why did it feel so good?

• abby pulled your shirt down, packing away her equipment as she started to speak, offering you a final diagnosis (“you’re so dramatic, it’s just a cold”). the blonde was peeking at your shaking form from the corner of her eye, watching you pick up your tissues and mugs, trembling with barely open eyes. it may be just a cold, but you were obviously drained.

“… ugh. lay down, okay? i’ll take these downstairs.”

• abby rolled her eyes and took over cleaning up your cups. she ignored your protests as she walked downstairs to your kitchen to rinse your dirty dishes in the sink and get your dishwasher started. when she looked up, she saw a few photos on the cupboard above the sink, memories of you and your friends.

• on the one in the middle, you were hugging two girls, playfully kissing one on the cheek, caught mid laugh. her gaze softens. you were a good friend. but a horrible neighbor. for a second, abby lets herself get lost in her head, her eyes staring at the polaroids, unblinking.

• the next few days went by quickly with daily visits from abby. you started to get better, taking it easy and trying to cough quietly as to not bother your neighbor. abby was tired; december was coming up and she was unsure of her plans for the holidays. work was becoming more stressful and the ER was full of people- well, more than usual.

• abby stopped visiting as frequently when she noticed you were getting better, instead sending you wave and tell you off for not cleaning snow off your doorway or wearing a jacket she deemed to be too thin.

• until she stopped acknowledging you altogether. abby was purposefully ignoring you and you just couldn’t find out why. you were used to her eyes following you around, guarding you in some way, like some weird nurse-angel. why was she slowly becoming a ghost you could barely catch a glimpse of? had you done something wrong?

• instead of simply confronting abby, you chose to ignore her back, sending cold looks towards her whenever you crossed paths on the sidewalk. abby, on the other hand, would blush, thinking about how she saw you in only your tiny maroon panties a week ago, naked and on display in your window. since then, she couldn’t look at you, scared that you’d somehow find out that you were the reason she’s been moaning at night the past few days. seeing you on the street would make abby shut eyes shut tightly, fighting her mind as it conjured the image of your pussy and your hard nipples hidden by lacy curtains on a cold december night.

• one thing lead to another, and both of you ended up alone on christmas eve. abby swore she was just going to check on you, see if you were alright. the sight of you with puffy eyes and pouty lips, wrapped in a festive blanket made abby feel fuzzy. before she knew it, she invited you over.

• emotions running high and a somewhat romantic candlelit dinner resulted in you falling into abigail anderson’s bed. she fucked you until morning came, overstimulating you into oblivion and not letting you go until she was satisfied. and after that, she made you hot cocoa.

• despite pretending to be nonchalant, you were a goner. abby had wrapped her hand around your neck and reached down your throat to squeeze your heart. you wanted abby to be yours so bad.

• abby, however, was still hesitant to commit to you. you were the best sex she’s ever had in her life, your hot mouth and tight cunt left her aching for days after, running home to you every night after work, but did she like-like you? what if you didn’t like her back? abby was used to being non-committal, so why was she so enamored with the idea of sharing her life with you?

• this inner turmoil didn’t stop abby from eating you out on your counter top, fingerfucking you while taking a bath together, letting you grind against her thigh in her bedroom.

• god, why was everything so intimate all of a sudden? abby ground you harshly on her chiseled leg, moving your hips with force and pulling a nipple, anything just to hear you whine. with your forehead pressed against hers, you whispered “please, abby. need you-“ and she was gone. her pace quickened as she moaned “good girl, goooood girl…” over and over again. you truly were the best girl ever, abby thought, as you rode out your high on her, now wet, leg.

• sex this heavenly landed abby in your house on new years eve, attending one of your infamous (and unexpectedly fun) parties. she met your friends, dina and jesse. and… ellie. she recognized the two women- they were on one of the polaroids in your kitchen, ellie was the girl who’s cheek you were kissing.

• ellie was too close to you for abby’s liking, touching your back and brushing a finger against your lips after you took a shot of tequila. why was she telling you to “take it easy, babe”, why was she calling you babe? abby felt her blood boil as she rolled her eyes at the overly flirty tone ellie used, taking a sip of her favorite wine you made sure to get just for her.

• just when abby thought that it couldn’t get worse, ellie tried to make a move on you.

“so, y/n. any-uh, plans on who you’ll kiss tonight?”

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 3

Hey guys!! I am really loving all the excitement for this story. It's going to be a fun ride.

I'm going to be taking a week off with this and Icarus (metal band Steve) next week because I can't wait for you guys to see the Stripper AU and the Olympic swimmer one. And Sept is too far away dammit!

This part we see the morning after and Eddie learns Steve's real situation.

Part 1 Part 2

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Steve woke up the next morning, warm, sated, and happy. He stretched luxuriously in the bed, reveling in the silky softness of the satin sheets against his bare skin.

“There’s the sleepy head,” Eddie said from a nearby chair. He was gently strumming his guitar and jotting down notes. “Did you sleep good, princess?”

Steve sat up and let the sheets pool provocatively around his waist. “Best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time, if I’m honest.”

Eddie chuckled and put the guitar down. He strolled over to the bed and kissed Steve deeply. “As much as I would like round two, I’ve got to check out in an hour and I still need breakfast and shower.”

Steve pouted, but the tantalizing smell of room service hit his nose and his stomach growled.

Shit.

He hadn’t eaten since his dinner two nights before. So he slid out of the comfort of the bed and pulled on his pants, before padding over to the table that had a literal feast laid out.

“I figured you’d be hungry,” Eddie explained. “Eat as much as you want, I can grab food on the tour bus.”

Steve looked up at him, chewing his bottom lip. “Are you sure?”

“Yup!” Eddie said, and then gathered some clothes and slipped into the bathroom.

Steve dug into the food with gusto. His mouth watering around each bite. Look, he’d grown up rich. He had never had “poor” people food. Only the best ever graced his mother’s table. But this? This was god tiered level food. Each bite melted in his mouth and lit up all his senses. It was divine.

Granted that could just be because he was hungry, but he didn’t think so.

He wasn’t sure how long he took savoring each morsel but he looked up to Eddie chuckling in the doorway to the bathroom.

“You keep making those sounds, baby,” he purred, “and I might be tempted to see how fast I could get you off.”

Steve ducked his head to hide his blush. “Is the food always this good?”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Not always sometimes they’ll have some asshole chef who thinks he’s god’s gift to food and makes it all about him. Small portions, bland, expensive as hell. There isn’t much Hawkins has going for it, but this hotel is definitely one of them.”

“It must be so expensive getting a room here,” Steve breathed.

Eddie just shrugged. “You must have not come from much if this impresses you.”

“My parents are like lawyer and businessman rich,” Steve said shaking his head, “not rockstar rich. Trust me when I say that this would blow their fucking minds.”

“Duly noted,” Eddie said coming to sit next to him at the table. There was still a lot left as Steve had been enjoying the meal instead of scarfing it down. “I wouldn’t know. I grew up in Forest Hills that’s the trai–”

“Trailer park,” Steve said quietly, “I know. I used to babysit after school for fun money. I didn’t have to do it, but I enjoyed it and I liked the pocket money that wasn’t dependent on Mommy and Daddy. Anyway one of my kids was from there. She had a single mom who worked and when she didn’t she drank, so I was happy to watch her and get her out of the house for a couple of hours.”

“Oh.” Eddie blinked for a moment and then half shrugged. He pulled some food onto his plate and took a bite. “So yeah, I grew up poor and each time we moved up the chain from sleeping rough, to motel, to cheap hotel, to nice hotel, to some place more like this I was always impressed. Don’t impress me anymore, though.”

Steve tilted his head to the side. “Do you miss that? The wonder of seeing each new place?”

Eddie frowned as he thought about it. He took another bite of food but he nodded. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

He poke Steve in the ribs. “Don’t I didn’t notice you wanting to go diving into those pillows when we first came in. I saw you.”

Steve squeaked and giggled. “All right, all right. But can you blame me?”

“Nope!” Eddie said with a grin. “Because that was the first thing I did when I got into the room yesterday afternoon.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, all right.”

They finished their breakfast.

“Come on let me take you back to your car,” Eddie said putting his luggage together for his PA to grab later.

“Oh.”

Steve didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell him that he still had all his earthly possessions in his car. At least he hoped they were still there. That he didn’t have any place to go and he couldn’t ask the parents of those kids he babysat. His dad would make their life hell.

“No, it’s fine,” he said waving Eddie off. “I’ll relax here in the lobby for a bit and then call a friend for a ride. You can go whenever you need to.”

He had no friend to call and he would be walking that long ass trip back to the bar.

“I’m not going to do that,” Eddie said, standing up. “I’m going to take back to the bar because that’s where the tour bus is anyway. It doesn’t make any sense to have you call someone else when we are literally going to the same place.”

Shit.

There was nothing Steve could say to that. So he finished getting dressed and walked with Eddie back to his rental car.

Once they got to the bar, Steve tried to sneak off, but Eddie wasn’t having it.

“I’m walking you to your car, Stevie,” Eddie said with a chuckle. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Fuck.

Steve dragged his feet all the way to the back of the lot where his Bimmer was parked.

Eddie stopped ten feet from the car and looked at Steve in indignation. “Please tell me you have some place to go after I get on that tour bus.” Steve opened his mouth, but he held up a hand, “And please don’t lie, you’re terrible at it.”

Steve’s jaw dropped as he stared at him in shock. “I am not!”

“Yeah, you are, babe,” Eddie said coming and taking Steve’s face in his hands. “It’s how I was able to tell you weren’t twenty-two, remember?”

Steve let out a small petulant huff but said, “Yeah, okay. My dad kicked me out and threatened all my friends so they wouldn’t want to take me or risk his wrath. He did the same thing to my job at the video store.”

Eddie kissed him tenderly and then pressed his forehead against Steve’s. Steve grabbed onto his wrists for something to hold onto, not to pull him away.

“Let me get this straight,” Eddie growled, “you have no friends, no money, no job, and no place to go, is that right?”

Steve nodded, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. He took Steve’s hand and started hauling him away from the car.

Steve stumbled, trying to keep up. He looked back at his car and then back to Eddie. “But where are we going?”

“I need to make a short pit stop and then we’re going back to the hotel,” Eddie said firmly.

“But what about your tour?!” he protested. “I let you throw your life away from some guy you just met!”

Eddie stopped and turned around to face him. “You listen real close, little Canary. We are going back to the hotel to get you a room for the next six months so that you have a roof over your head and a constant supply of food. Then I will be going on tour and will check in on you from time to time to make sure you do need anything else. Is that clear?”

Steve gulped he wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. And he had the feeling that if he tried to weasel out of it, Eddie would be right back in Hawkins to hunt him down.

“You take care of everyone else,” Eddie said gently, “let me take care of you.”

“How–how did you know I take care of everyone else?” Steve stammered, trying not to think of the implications of what was going on here.

Eddie kissed him gently. ‘Because little Canary, you have not once talked about the boy you were obviously caught with for your dad to throw you out even though he’s not offering to take you in either. You haven’t railed against the friends that are clearly more afraid your dad then they care about you. You haven’t blamed your dickhead boss for firing you for being gay, even though you really should. And you haven’t called the parents of the kids you used to babysit for fear of your dad coming after them, too. You have carer written all over you, babe.”

Steve blinked in the face of that onslaught of information.

“Oh.”

He hadn’t really thought to blame anyone for his current predicament because it was obviously his fault this all happened.

“So you’ll let me help you?” Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow.

Steve sighed and waved his free hand back to the direction they were going. “Lead on.”

Eddie cackled and did just that.

~

What the pit stop was was Eddie talking to his band and manager about getting Steve a room at the hotel, putting all of the expenses on Eddie’s credit card and hauling all his belongings up the hotel room Steve had vacated literally a scant hour before.

The room had been cleaned and the bedding replaced and the bed made anew.

Eddie handed Steve a paper with a couple of numbers on it. “The top one is my cell phone. I usually leave it in the tour bus, but if you call it I’ll call you back as soon as I can. The second number is Chrissy, she’s our manager, if you need anything other than what the hotel provides, call her and she’ll get it for you. The third number is your hotel en suite phone number. I don’t recommend giving this out to too many people though, okay?”

Steve nodded and gingerly took the paper from him. He looked up at Eddie, eyes glittering with unshed tears. “Thank you so much for this.”

Eddie kissed him again. “You just relax and enjoy yourself, baby. The tour will be over in a few months and then I’ll come back to you, I promise.”

Steve kissed him goodbye as tears flowed down his cheeks. Eddie kissed them away and gave him a hug goodbye.

Once Eddie was gone, Steve sat down into the chair Eddie had been in when he woke this morning. Hard.

His entire life had been turned upside down again. This time was even more insane than the last.

Just two days ago, he had been making out with Tommy Hagan on his parents’ sofa and now he was sitting in the swankiest suite in Hawkins’ swankiest hotel, which would be his for the next six months.

He had all his clothes and his pictures and things. He even got to put them up on the side table, housekeeping would just dust around them. His clothes were in the drawers and closet. There was a basketball court in the hotel gym, there was a swimming pool, and a fucking sauna. There was a TV in the room, hooked up to cable. He could even order porn on here and it would all be charged to Eddie’s credit card.

Steve literally had everything he could ever need and never leave the hotel. There was just one condition.

No underaged drinking on Eddie’s credit card. Steve could smoke, watch porn, do whatever else he wanted, but he couldn’t drink alcohol until he was twenty-one. Because Eddie didn’t want to get into trouble with the law and Steve really didn’t blame him.

So he traded booze for the life of luxury. Which fucking hell was a pretty great trade.

He wiped his hands on the black leather pants he had yet to change out of and stood up.

Steve eyed the bed for one moment before he was running straight for it. He leapt into the air and landed spread eagle, face first in the center of the bed, pillows flying everywhere.

It was every bit as amazing as he thought it would be.

He rolled over on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe he could get used to this, in fact.

~

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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[keyrey]

ꕥ𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢ꕥ

“When my father didn’t have my hand, he had my back.” —Linda Poindexter

■□■(SFW, family headcannon.)■□■

𝓡𝓮𝓭, a testament to never-ending strength and courage. White, a resemblance of peace and purity. Denmark, a hot-ass place to be in the middle of summer, wearing a thick cream colored suit and tie. It’s what you’ve been trying to tell your headstrong, handsome, manly hunk of a husband all evening. Although somehow, you’ve ended up bundled in layers of silk sheets, the orange sun peeking through the sheer curtains, the ever-so-calming timbre of Farum Lake and rustling leaves, cradled warmly in the embrace of the man we all know and love, Kento freaking Nanami.

“I swear I’m gonna break that damn clock one day,” you blurt out before your mind can register what you said. A slight offense on your part—forgetting that the clock you’re so avidly pressed about was Nanami’s grandmother’s, one of the last remnants of her being. Grandpa Soren’s house is the worst place to be in the scorching summer heat. Do you want air conditioning? Buy a water bottle and a bucket of ice. If it weren’t for the croissant bakery, the ice cream truck, and the taco joint down the road, you’d flee right back to good ol’ Ammurica on the first flight available, but… this is one of the sacrifices you have to make when you have a husband, right?

"I love your commitment to destroying antique furniture. Maybe we should replace all our furniture with IKEA next." 

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his snarkiness. He does that sometimes, most of the time. “Nanami—” “I apologize.” 

“Yeah, you better, fool!” You laugh heartily, chest hurting as you throw a nearby pillow at him. But of course, with his trained Jujutsu reflexes, he dodged it perfectly even though he’s retired. 

“Dammit! I will get you next time!” The other pillow you were about to chuck straight into that gorgeous face of his, got halted by the creek of the rusty metal hinges. You both looked, craning your heads to the side. 

Slimy fingers which most definitely were coated with snot and boogers trailed up your sides. An ooey, gooey monster? No… just your five year old girl, Jasmine, who runs in the house like she owns the place. You refuse to tell her that one day, she will. 

Jasmine held one of those velcro wooden pizza sets that you can mix and match. You guessed it was her favorite feature because it was the only explanation for a pineapple, salmon, mushroom and pepperoni pizza all in one. To make it even better, her slobbery fingers made an excellent argument on why NOT to indulge in this intriguing delicacy. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDYYYYYYY!!!!” Jasmine was your crazy ball of energy, you really have no idea how she is such a contrast to both your and Nanami’s personalities. 

Grandpa Soren shuffled into the room, his long beard swinging slightly with each step. Coupled with an angular visage. The lines on his face told stories of loneliness, but his eyes brightened as they took in the sight of his family. 

His voice, though worn and gravelly, carried a tender note as he spoke. "I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his beard, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "She just really wanted to see you on your birthday, Nanami."

Jasmine returned to galloping around the master bedroom like the centaur she is– should be. 

"She's too fickle! Slips right out of my hands!" he chuckled, shaking his head in amused resignation.

“How would you all feel about a birthday breakfast in bed, hmm?” Now we’re talking. You were the first to raise your hand, NOT your birthday. Nanami looked at you, a knowing look on his face. A nod of confirmation, and Grandpa Soren is gone, whisked away into the wonders of the kitchen. 

The scent of warm pastry dough, buttery and slightly sweet, mingled with the eggs, created an irresistible symphony of smells that tickled the senses.

“Daddyyyyyy!!!! Why not eat my pizza!!!!!?? Is delicious!!!”

She really needs to go back to preschool. You couldn’t hold back your reaction, a fierce chortle, eliciting a brown faux fur pillow right in your face, shutting you up immediately. 

Nanami went into full-on dad mode, a mode that even when you two are alone, is hard to turn off. Literally, his pupils dilated fully, looking like a straight up puppy. He seemed to snake off the bed effortlessly and onto the ground, kneeling down to her level. You witnessed his hands tremble in fear as he stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste his daughter’s creation. 

“You like? You like, daddy!!???”

He tried his hardest not to break his facade and provided Jasmine with a crooked smile, attempting to hide the sensation of his stomach twitching.

“Delicious, baby. Make Daddy another one?” And thus began the start of a grave mistake that eventually roped you and Grandpa Soren around in it as well. Sour expressions ran through the family. Luckily, you were no longer burning in the heat as Grandpa invested into a fan. You thought you’d never see the day. Only Nanami would risk his life for his daughter’s wooden pizza creations. This is why Nanami is daddy. Our very own daddy. 

╰┈➤Banner (Canva rules) ╰┈➤Fanart drawn by yours truly - KeyRey. ╰┈➤Special thanks to @cafekitsune for the divider! ╰┈➤ Extra special thanks to @pseudowho for inspiration to start writing again ahhh! Love your work ❤️

(I don’t know if I was supposed to tag, sorry! New to the unspoken rules of tumblr etiquette 😅😅 >.<)

■□■<Unrelated Teaser for a potential sequel>■□■ An autistic dog accompanied by an autistic girl, an uncalled for turn of events, but my current reality as he shakes in my arms, petrified by the sharp, whirring whistles of red, white and blue. A symbol of bravery, peace and freedom. But we all know expectations and realities provide an unequivocal sense of falseness. Which is why a compressed thunder jacket, warm cozy blankets and bread coated in peanut butter, stuffed with an anxiety pill inside is the way to go.

Extra little note: A few mistakes might've went under my radar when writing this, please don't be afraid to point out corrections! ⇣⇣Real footage of Nanami and his baby⇣⇣

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You broke me first

part 27

cill: bad news.

zoe: uhoh. what?

Zoe hated text messages like this. It’s bad enough he was leaving soon, how much worse can it get?

cill: it was more than just a wardrobe fitting.

Zoe: ???

cill:

Zoe laughed at the picture, staring at the signature pesky haircut he’s been subjected to all this time during this series. He hated it, he hated the upkeep, and he hated growing it out. Zoe knew he was relishing in the last couple of days of his normal hair before the inevitable happened.

Zoe: wow they really went short on the sides! Better wear a hat you’re gonna catch cold over there.

Cill: i’ll be living in hoodies with the hood up for the foreseeable future.

cill: how you feeling, bunny?

Zoe had taken a sick day from work today. She didn’t feel good, had the chills, and had zero appetite. She was camped out on the couch with a cozy blanket, a cup of tea and the remote while being under the care of her trusty live-in nurse - Scout, of course.

Zoe: a bit better. definitely a lot better than this morning. Scout has been taking care of me. Might actually take him out in a bit and get fresh air.

cill: don’t go outside if you’re sick. i’ll do it when i get home. did you eat anything?

Zoe’s heart still fluttered when he said home. THEIR home, where they live together, even if it’s just the time being.

zoe: i had some ramen noodles for lunch. maybe ill take a bath. i want to change the sheets too just in case whatever i have is contagious, dont need you getting sick.

cill: i’ll take care of the sheets and Scout. you just rest and take a bath. when i get home we’ll talk about dinner.

Zoe: can i suggest a pizza?

cill: not a chance.

zoe: worth a shot.

Zoe smiled and put her phone down on the couch. She looked at scout who was laying the couch by her feet sound asleep. She sighed and was hoping he’d want to go out.

“Scout… hey, wanna go out, boy?” Zoe whispered, nudging the sleeping dog with her foot.

Scout yawned, looked at her, and rolled over and went back to sleep, facing away from her.

“sheesh, okay then,” Zoe mumbled. she peeled back the blanket she was under and stood up to stretch. She was still in her pajamas, which was a baggy band t-shirt that came down to just above her knees. She hadn’t showered yet, was sure she smelled gross and she definitely felt gross. She made her way to the linen closet and pulled out a fresh towel and made her way to the bathroom.

She hasn’t been able to take a bath since she took a bath at Cillian’s in his ginormous, pristine, white bathtub. Her bathroom seemed small and dirty, and didn’t seem as relaxing as Cillian’s bathroom felt. But, she knew the warm water would make her feel better, so she decided to make the best of it, as she turned on the hot water faucet. She decided to grab a bath bomb and a lavender candle to make it more cozier.

She stripped off her T-shirt and panties and lowered herself into the warm water after dropping the bath bomb in. She had the candle lit on the corner of the edge of the tub and she was already starting to smell the lavender fill the room. She cursed herself for forgetting a second towel to fold and use as a pillow for her head, so her dirty T-shirt would have to suffice.

She relaxed and lowered herself even lower into the water, exhaling and closing her eyes. Her tub made Cillian’s look like an olympic sized swimming pool, and she had to bend her knees out of the water.

“If i close my eyes and pretend im anywhere else, its not so bad,” Zoe thought, feeling the water gently slosh around her legs. She heard the jingle of metal on metal, and she opened one eye to see where it was coming from. She was greeted by two big brown eyes staring back at her from the bathroom door.

“don’t tell me NOW you wanna go out,” Zoe said to Scout. Instead, he nudged the door open farther and made his way into the bathroom, peeking into the tub. Zoe pat his head, thinking he wanted some attention. Once he realized she was wet, he cowered away from her hand. He instead circled on the rug outside the tub and lay down, seemingly wanting to nap close to her.

“awww,” Zoe said softly, closing her eyes again. “good boy.”

-

“hey.. baby.. hey.. HEY,”

Zoe jolted awake, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. She opened her eyes to Cillian kneeling next to her on the outside of the tub, hand gently shaking her shoulder.

“I forget you sleep like a rock. I was calling your name when i came home, and i found you in the bathtub like this,” Cillian laughed.

Zoe sat up and awkwardly stretched, her neck now in pain from the awkward angle.

“I didn’t think i’d doze off, I just wanted a quick dip to warm me up”

Cillian looked at his watch. “well, you texted me saying you were taking a bath 2 hours ago, and that water is barely warm anymore,” he said, standing up and grabbing the towel she had placed on the vanity earlier. he opened it in his hands and walked towards the tub. “come on, up.”

Zoe stood up and started shivering almost immediately. Cillian was quick to wrap the towel over her, rubbing her arms to warm her up. He then opened his arms and took her into them, holding her against his body.

“Can’t have you drowning on me, I’d miss you too much,” he said into her hair, giving her a kiss to her temple.

“I miss your bathtub in your old house,” Zoe mumbled. “That was heaven.”

“I’ll build you a bigger bathtub in the new house,” Cillian mumbled back.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just hard to come back to what you’ve always known once you had a taste of luxury, that’s all i’m saying” Zoe replied.

“well when we’re in the new house you won’t have to worry about taking baths in small bathtubs again,” Cillian said giving her a quick kiss. “I stopped at that restaurant you like in the next town over and brought home some soup for you, and something for myself. I’m gonna walk Scout to the corner quick so he can pee, you get changed and meet in the living room, yeah?”

Zoe smiled. “thank you. that sounds good.”

Cillian walked out of the bathroom towards where Scout was and grabbed his leash while Zoe made her way to her bedroom. She grabbed some new underwear, some sweatpants and one of Cillian’s old T-shirts that would be extra baggy and extra comfortable. She put on some socks and made her way to the living room where she saw the takeout containers on the coffee table.

Zoe went to grab some bowls, plates and utensils and placed them on the coffee table. She grabbed bottle of water for herself and Cillian and made herself cozy on the couch.

While she was trying to find something to watch, Cillian came home with Scout. Scout ran to his basket of toys and pulled out a plush giraffe and began shaking it.

“Dog has so much energy, i swear we RAN home,” Cillian said, kicking off his shoes. He made himself comfortable next to Zoe and started unwrapping the containers.

“How did everything else go today?” Zoe asked, ignoring his shaved head. She already knew how that went.

“ummm…” Cillian started, hesitant to continue. If he was trying to hide something from Zoe, she picked up on it immediately. Something was up.

“what?”

“Well, for one, your magazine called. They said I have to do the interview all over again, with someone else,” Cillian said.

“that sucks, did they tell you who?”

“Some girl named Cindy? Cynthia?”

Zoe groaned. “great. good luck with that one. Where i ended up in bed with you by accident, she’ll try and sleep with you for real,” Zoe said.

“I think it’s over Zoom so you have nothing to worry about,” Cillian laughed.

Cillian cut up some chicken and took a bite. After swallowing, he continued.

“there’s uh… there’s more”

Zoe sat in silence, waiting for him to continue.

“My manager, Mary, is going out on maternity leave, and we’ve been having a hard time trying to find someone in the interim, but her and Hannah went to the same college or sorority or whatever, and she volunteered to do it while Mary is out. So Hannah is gonna be glued to my hip for the next couple of months. And apparently … I’m leaving for London on Monday.” Cillian said the last part very fast and very softly.

Zoe could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

be cool, be cool, be cool.

“oh wow… monday? that’s … in 3 days.” Zoe said.

Cillian put his fork down and grabbed her hand.

“I know, love, but it’s not permanent you know that. and we’ll talk every day. multiple times a day. I’m coming back.”

“i know.” Zoe said, forcing a smile. “I’ll coordinate stuff for the house for you while you’re gone, with all the furniture deliveries and stuff.”

“I appreciate it. thanks love. I already made you a key” he said, digging into his pocket.

“Assumed i’d help you move while you’re off being Tommy Shelby?? how’d you know i’d say yes to helping?!” Zoe joked.

Cillian smiled. “I was making you a key, regardless.” he leaned in and gave her a kiss, placing the key in her hand.

“So you and Hannah are gonna be quite the team…” Zoe continued.

“Yeah,” Cillian replied, “I had no idea she had managerial experience. But she started in the industry as a manager and pivoted into PR, so..” he continued, shrugging his shoulders.

“Cillian and Hannah, the dynamic duo,” Zoe said, taking a spoonful of soup.

“Yea,” Cillian chuckled, grabbing another mouthful of food.

“I mean, hey, what could go wrong?”

tags: @lau219 @shopgirl6us @cillianmurphyvevo @borntodiemp3

[booksooks]

𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑵 - 𝑷𝑻 2

Author's Note: Part two of my fem!Dabi fic.

Content: Pussy EATING, lowkey dubcon, Dabi being a flirt and some light teasing.

Word Count: 2175

Summary: Dabi eats you out like a woman starved.

Dabi was selfish. You learned this the next morning, when, upon waking, she decided that the best way to wake you up was to crawl between your legs and bury her face in your cunt. Sloppy, teasing kisses to your underwear at first, watching as the damp spot in your underwear grew with each touch. Soon she was tugging your panties off completely, tossing them somewhere over her shoulder as she hovered above your glistening folds. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she adjusted your sleeping form, pressing your knees into your chest for better access as she wrapped her two-toned lips around your clit and sucked. 

You woke up very quickly, writhing at the feeling of her hot, warm tongue circling your sensitive nub. She was going agonizingly slow, avoiding your sensitive bud like it was the plague. 

“Mm- mnngh- Dabi?” You half-moaned, rubbing at your eyes to wake yourself up some more. Not that you needed the help. 

“Yeah baby?” Came the muffled response, Dabi’s electric blue eyes flicking up to watch as you sat up. Her voice was low and raspy with sleep, more so than usual and it only made the arousal leaking out of you and onto her bed sheets worse. She barely pulled away, content to keep her jaw where it was. “Wassup?” 

You scrunched your face up, trying to focus as your legs twitched in an attempt to bring the woman closer. The image of her eyes, hazy over the curve of your stomach was more than enough to send another chill up your veins. But…

“What are you doing?”

Dabi hummed quietly, finally pulling her mouth away from your pussy. She rested her head on one of your thighs and licked her lips like the cat who got the cream. Absolutely the right euphemism, the still-functioning part of your brain snarked. Shut up! The other part of your brain snapped back. 

“Havin’ breakfast,” Dabi replied, blinking at you. Definitely cat-like. “Why?” 

You hesitated, the words were on the tip of your tongue but now that Dabi’s warm, slick mouth was no longer on your most sensitive parts… you swallowed back a hungry, desperate whine. You shook your head and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, reaching for any form of coherent, non-horny thought. 

“Just uh.” You swallowed, licked your lips. “We only really met last week. And now you’re- Oh-! ”

Dabi took your incredibly brief pause as the perfect opportunity to lick a long, hot stripe up the length of your pussy, something catching at your needy hole. 

“Fuck, you have a tongue piercing?” You asked shakily, blinking rapidly. Your head felt so fuzzy, and your legs wouldn’t stop twitching. Never in your life had you made so much noise. 

She hummed and nodded, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go and oh. Oh. The thought that something that long could possibly be inside you if you played your cards right… 

“You like?” Dabi asked. 

Her hands moved up to grip the insides of your thighs, massaging and squeezing at your flesh like it was her own personal stress toy. You honestly felt like one with her long warm fingers pressing into you. You nodded quickly, eagerly. 

“How did you…” you hesitated. “I mean, how do you know I even like girls?” 

Dabi snickered at that, drumming her fingers along your skin, soft and plush - just the way she liked it. “Gaydar.”

“Oh- okay- fuck youu -” your words melted away easily as Dabi dragged you in by the meat of your legs. Her nose bumped against your clit and she moaned outright, no longer teasing as she slipped her tongue inside your sopping cunt. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘trying to’, or so you thought, but your brain wasn’t working right. But honestly, how could it, with the most dangerous, scrumptious looking woman you’d ever seen with her tongue submerged in you, the hot metal ball of her tongue ring pressing up against your walls? 

The noises that were coming from between your legs were downright obscene. Messy and wet and all sorts of dirty slurping sounds that made heat rise in your cheeks up to the tips of your ears. And you were no better, letting out soft, gasping whines with every breath. You did your best to not clamp your legs down around Dabi’s head, but she makes it so incredibly difficult with that god-forsaken tongue of hers. 

It was another few minutes of her sloppily making out with your pussy, nearly bringing you to an orgasm with each suck, each teasing bite and lap at your folds. Every inch of you was on-edge, prickling and tensed, but so filled with white-hot pleasure it was almost unbearable. It was only when you were jerking your hips and trying to push more of you into her mouth with your hand on top of her head that she pulled away with a wet smack, leaving you slick and wanting. She chuckled darkly and licked her lips, silver flashing over her teeth before she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “Don’t get greedy.”

You nodded, trying to ignore how sticky your thighs felt. Dabi only watched you through half-lidded eyes, heady and frightening and possessive all in one. Neither of you said anything as she rubbed little circles into your skin; she was simply watching you, waiting for you to catch your breath so she could go right back in and torture you again. 

You stopped her before she could, or you tried. “Why- why are you doing this? We don’t kno- oh, fuck.” 

Dabi, the little tease, decidedly changed her mind on letting you rest. Instead, her tongue found its way back to your clit, lapping at it gently, keeping eye contact with you. She was toying with you, pressing your buttons (almost literally, God you wished she would press that hot metal piercing into the swollen ‘button’ that was your bundle of nerves), trying to gauge how far she could push you before you snapped. 

It didn’t take long, your fingers fisting in her hair (it was the perfect length for pulling, you noted) and arching your back as Dabi almost finished you off, again. But instead of sweet relief, she merely released your pussy lips once more, repeating her earlier actions of licking her lips, tasting your arousal and seeming to love it. 

“We met when?” Dabi cooed, teasing. One of her hands walked itself on two fingers up your thigh, sticking to your sensitive and now tacky skin. And then those fingers started circling your hole, still teasing. You whined, high pitched and needy and breathless, and wiggled your hips in what you hoped was an enticing way. 

“Aht-aht-aht.” She scolded, flicking her middle finger across your over-stimulated clit. You keened again at the rush of pleasure in your veins, pelvis jolting. “When did we “only really” meet, sweetheart? Come on, finish your sentence.” 

You were going to kill this woman if her words didn’t take you out first. You inhaled sharply, opening your mouth to respond and Dabi used the opportunity to press one, surprisingly gentle, finger inside of your aching cunt. That one, long, hot finger curled against your walls almost lovingly, tapping out a staccato rhythm. You could only moan in tandem. 

Dabi snickered as she watched you, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. She doubted you could remember your own name right now, but she wasn’t cruel enough to ask that. Truthfully, the sight of you, like this, with your legs bent and spread for her, eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and breathing hard with soft little whines escaping you was hotter than she’d like to admit. 

If she was being honest with herself, and Dabi almost never was, your scent and the very taste of you was intoxicating. She wanted to keep you in her bed for the rest of time if it meant seeing you like this every night. Fuck the League, you were her only priority right now, and watching you squirm and whimper and not-quite-beg-out-loud was doing things to Dabi that she liked. Every movement you made, every soft little sigh held her attention like a moth to a flame. It wasn’t an inappropriate analogy, she thought. The world outside faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment where nothing else mattered. Nevermind the point you were trying to make, Dabi thought, still curling her finger inside you. She needed to keep you like this.

But you hadn’t answered her question. That wouldn’t do. Dabi curled her finger one more time, pressing against the spongy spot inside you to make you yelp and jerk before she drew it out and licked it clean.  

“Cat got your tongue?” She asked, not breaking eye contact with you. Her tongue wrapped around the digit sensually, the silver of metal of her tongue ring flashing in the morning light. 

You shook yourself out of your reverie. “No, just- what was the question?” 

Dabi snorted, turning to press a kiss on your knee. “I asked when we met, baby. Why’s it so important to you?” 

“Because we met, like, last week! Ohh, my God.” 

She dove back in, slicking your pussy up once more with her hot tongue. The staples on her cheeks scraped against your inner thighs, chafing in a way that shouldn’t have been pleasurable, but it was. “Y’taste s’fuckin good, pretty girl,” she mumbled into your cunt. “C’mon, tell me what’s wrong with us meetin’ last week.”

Fuck.  

You shivered and whimpered loudly, grinding into her mouth with every ounce of horny-brained sanity you had. “You’re not playing fair!” You gasped, blinking quickly as pleasure raced through your body. It settled in your core with a heat that Dabi was currently stoking, and now she wasn’t holding back. Every prod of her hot, wet tongue, every scrape of her teeth against your clit was determined to make you come. The sheets beneath you were soaked with just how much you were dripping, and the feeling of her tongue piercing swirling around your sensitive, almost abused bundle of nerves was enough to drag you in an unexpected orgasm. 

You moaned, almost a low scream and felt your hand tighten in Dabi’s hair. You could barely register her lapping at your still-spasming pussy, thighs clutched tight around her head. That only left you trapped with your gorgeous torturer’s tongue against you. If you thought she wasn’t being fair before, it was nothing compared to what her mouth is doing pressed flush with your body. You’d be okay with her being mean for the rest of your life if it meant she’d stay with her head between your thighs. 

“Oh my fucking God – " you panted, feeling your body get propelled effortlessly through your release. Your mouth was running a mile a minute. "Please, please, I can't, I need –" 

She slurped hungrily at your fluttering walls through every pulse. When you finally felt yourself coming down from your ecstatic haze, you chanced a look down and, oh fuck. Her pupils almost overwhelmed her vibrant blue eyes as she gazed up at you, gorgeous there on her knees. After an eternity she pulled away from you, licking her lips. Her cheeks and chin were drenched in your slick, She blinked slowly, once, twice. You briefly thought your brain might be melting out of your ears.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Dabi said, that lazy tone still embedded in her voice despite her panting. 

Your mind flitted to just seconds before you came, your proclamation of “you’re not being fair” ringing in your ears. “I… did complain, but I’m just thinking it’s a bit strange that you ate me out after only knowing me for a week.” 

She merely rolled her eyes and rose to her feet, towering over you once more. You felt your pussy spasm at the very sight, an embarrassing noise clawing its way out of your throat. Dabi chuckled quietly, getting even more in your space as she crawled onto her bed with you, pushing you back against the pillows. You still felt woozy from jizzing your tits off, and you had to look away from her to stop from overtaking you, body and soul. 

She tsked and leaned over you with one hand, the other tilting your chin back towards her. “You can’t be mad at me after I gave you that mind blowing orgasm.”

You gaped up at Dabi, expression torn between confusion and indignation. You only received a pretty little smirk in response. 

Then she spoke, entirely too cocky. “Besides, if you’re worried about things not being fair you can go down on me next.” 

She had to be blatantly ignoring your complaints. That was the only way she could have interpreted your worries as a matter of fairness. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

“Damn, that’s crazy.”

Author's Note: I hope this is good ell oh ell. another day of denying being a lesbian. Requests are OPEN!

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Summary: Lilith Rothschild, an art teacher for children and a member of the illustrious Rothschild banking dynasty lives a modest life despite her immense family wealth, keeping her financial background a secret. After two years with her boyfriend, Noah Sebastian Davis, the lead singer of the up-and-coming metal band Bad Omens, Lilith decides it’s time for him to meet her family. Using her brother's wedding as the perfect opportunity, she takes Noah to Europe, where she reveals her true background. As Noah discovers her family’s vast wealth, their relationship faces trials that put their love to the ultimate test. Will they conquer these challenges together, or will their relationship crumble under the pressure?

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x OC

Word Count: 3233

Chapter One

“Wow, Lily, you did a really nice job on this,” I told one of my first graders. “Your parents will love this; it's definitely fridge-worthy.” She gave me a giant smile and ran back to her seat. With a smile, I returned to my desk, ready to hand out stickers to the kids.

I heard a soft, hesitant voice behind me as I reached for the sticker sheet. "Miss Lilith, can I show you mine too?" I turned to see Max, another one of my students, holding up his artwork. His eyes were wide with anticipation.

"Of course, Max!" I said, taking the paper from him. It was a colorful, imaginative drawing of a dragon and a castle. "This is amazing! Your dragon looks so fierce, and the castle is incredible. I’m sure your parents will be very proud. This is fridge-worthy, too!" Max beamed with pride and skipped back to his seat.

With the stickers in hand, I started moving around the classroom, placing a shiny star on each student's work. The room buzzed with excitement as everyone eagerly awaited their turn. As I finished, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. The kids gathered their things, chattering about their projects and the stickers they'd earned.

“Don’t forget to show your parents your wonderful work,” I called out as they headed towards the door, “ See you all Monday!” As the last student left, I sat at my desk and entered grades into the computer. As I got into the flow of things, I heard a soft knock on the door. Looking up, I met the softest chocolate brown eyes.

Standing in the doorway was Noah, his long brown hair cascading past his shoulders. At six foot three, he had an imposing yet gentle presence. The subtle, soothing scent of lavender and chamomile wafted through the room, instantly calming me.

I jumped up from my desk excitedly and walked over to him. “Baby, what are you doing here?” I asked, the biggest smile on my face. Noah returned my smile and opened his arms, welcoming me into a warm hug.

“I thought we could go grab something to eat, Sunshine,” he said before kissing me on my forehead. I smiled at him and grabbed my bag, ready to head out. As we stepped out into the bustling city street, the warm evening sun cast a golden glow over everything. We walked hand in hand, the sound of our footsteps mingling with the distant hum of traffic and the chatter of people enjoying the late afternoon.

"So, where to?" I asked, looking up at him with a grin.

“I was thinking just our regular bar and grill hole-in-the-wall,” he said while squeezing my hand. 

“Perfect! I can go for some fried pickles right about now,” I said while rubbing my stomach. He shook his head and laughed. 

He shook his head and laughed. "You and your fried pickles. One of these days, you're going to turn into one."

We walked down the familiar path to our favorite spot, the cozy bar and grill tucked away in a quiet corner of the neighborhood. The sign above the door flickered slightly, giving it that charming, lived-in look we both loved. As we entered, the comforting aroma of grilled meats and the low murmur of conversations enveloped us.

We took a seat at the bar and ordered our appetizer along with our drinks. Watching as Noah tried to eat a fried pickle while battling with his hair, I couldn't help but laugh. I handed him a hair tie, and he graciously took it, putting his hair into a messy bun.

"You know I love you, right?" I stated with nothing but love and affection in my eyes.

He chuckled and poked my nose. "I know, Sunshine, and I love you too."

We sat there, enjoying the comfortable ambiance and the warmth of each other's company. The bar was lively, with people chatting and laughing, the clinking of glasses creating a cheerful background noise. Our drinks arrived, and we clink our glasses in a small toast.

"To us," he said, his eyes twinkling.

"To us," I echoed, taking a sip and feeling the pleasant warmth spread through me.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, as it always did with Noah. We talked about our favorite trips, like the spontaneous weekend getaway to the mountains and the unforgettable beach vacation where we stayed up all night watching the stars. We celebrated the milestones we had reached together—graduations, job promotions, and even the small victories that meant just as much.

"Remember when we decided to start that garden?" I asked, grinning at the thought of our initial clumsiness.

He chuckled. "Yeah, and we had no idea what we were doing. But now, look at it. It's practically a jungle out there."

We laughed together. I noticed a hair had escaped Noah’s bun and slipped in front of his face. I gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Do you ever think about where we'll be in another two years?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"All the time," he said, his eyes meeting mine with a serious yet tender gaze. "I see us still exploring, dreaming, and laughing just like this. Maybe even with a little place of our own."

I smiled, feeling a warm glow of happiness. "That sounds perfect." Anxiety started to pick up a little as I prepared myself for my next question. 

"Hey baby," I started, "how would you feel about us taking a trip east?"

He smiled and put his hand on my knee, rubbing small circles. "Like New York? I know you mentioned wanting to see a Broadway show or two."

I smiled and shook my head. "No, I was actually thinking further east."

He gave me a confused look. "Salem, Massachusetts?" he asked.

“As much as I would love to go there at the moment, I was thinking more like Europe,” I said with a small smile. His eyes grew a little wider. “I know I don’t talk about my family much, but Oliver is getting married. I know you guys have been getting along with the few video calls you have been on with me, so I thought this would be a perfect way to share this special moment with you and introduce you to the rest of my family,” I rambled.

Noah picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles. “I would love to go to your brother’s wedding with you and meet the rest of your family. I feel very privileged that you want to take me with you,” he said softly. After Noah's heartfelt response, a wave of relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile back at him. The warmth of his hand holding mine felt reassuring, grounding me.

"Thank you," I said softly, my voice filled with gratitude. "It means a lot to me."

He leaned in and kissed my forehead gently. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Sunshine."

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After gazing into the mirror, methodically tending to my skincare regimen, I intermittently glance at my phone, contemplating whether to make a crucial call. Gradually rinsing off my face mask, I gently dab my skin dry with a plush towel. Letting out a sigh, I finally pick up my phone, holding it in my hands as I deliberate over the decision. Peering at my reflection through the darkened screen, I knew I needed to toughen up and make the call. 

Taking a deep breath, I navigate to my contacts and select my mom's number. With each ring, my heart pounds louder in my chest. Finally, she answers, and the familiar voice on the other end brings a mixture of relief and apprehension.

"Hello, darling. It's been a long time, no talk," she said, her tone devoid of emotion.

"Hello, Mother. I apologize for the gap since our last conversation," I responded, feeling somewhat defeated.

After a moment of silence, my mother's voice remained calm and distant. "What's the reason for this call?" she asked bluntly, her tone indicating her guarded demeanor.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of our strained relationship pressing down on me. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing," I replied carefully, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tension.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost feel my mother's skepticism through the phone. Finally, she spoke again, her voice still tinged with suspicion. "Is there something specific you want to talk about?" she probed, her words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken grievances.

I drew in a deep breath, bracing myself for her reaction. "As you may have heard from Oliver, I've been seeing someone for a while now," I began tentatively. "I've decided I want him to come to the wedding with me. I'm ready for him to meet you, Father, and Grandmother."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, the weight of my words hanging in the air. Then, my mother's voice softened, tinged with surprise. "Oh," was all she said at first, her tone betraying a mixture of emotions.

"Well, I made sure your room is ready for you. I know your father and Grandmother are excited to see you after a year," she said, her words laced with expectation. I fought the urge to sigh, determined not to succumb to her guilt trip.

"Thank you for preparing my room," I replied evenly, "but Noah will be staying with me."

There was a palpable tension in the silence that followed, broken only by the faint sound of my mother's movements. "I have been remodeling the house. I don't think there is enough room for him, but I can arrange for him to stay elsewhere," she stated her tone firm.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her predictable response. "Mother, as I said before, he will be staying with me," I reiterated, trying to remain calm despite my frustration. "We can stay at one of our hotels if that is the case." I could sense her reluctance through the phone line, but I refused to back down. This was non-negotiable.

Finally, she let out a resigned sigh. "Fine," she conceded reluctantly. "If that's what you want."

Relief washed over me, but I remained wary, knowing that this concession was likely the beginning of further negotiations. "Thank you, Mother," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“I will notify the staff to let them know of your arrival and make sure that everything is up and running in the suite,” She stated. “Oh, and dear, please do make sure that you don’t bring up this phase of being a teacher to anyone at the parties. You do know how that would make our family look.”

Her words landed heavily, a reminder of the delicate facade our family maintained. I clenched my jaw, suppressing the frustration bubbling within me. "I understand, Mother," I replied, my tone strained with resignation. "I'll ensure our conversations steer clear of any mention of my teaching."

There was a brief pause before she spoke again, her voice softening slightly. "Thank you, dear. It's for the best, you know," she said, her words laden with an unspoken expectation.

I forced a tight smile. "Of course, Mother. I'll do my best to uphold our family's reputation," I assured her, though the bitterness lingered beneath my polite facade. 

The line went dead with a click, leaving behind a void where warm farewells should have been. It was always about appearances, never about genuine connection. Frustration boiled within me, and I hurled my phone onto the bed with an angry gesture, the weight of disappointment heavy in the air.

I switched off the light and settled into bed, the darkness enveloping me as I stared at the ceiling. A sense of unease settled over me, weighing heavy on my chest. The realization dawned that I could no longer shield Noah from the complexities of my family. Despite my love for him and the vision of a future together, the thought of exposing him to the pressure and expectations of my family filled me with apprehension and uncertainty.

With a heavy sigh, I rolled onto my side, my gaze drifting towards the window. The darkness outside seemed to mirror the weight on my shoulders. As sleep began to tug at my consciousness, I whispered reassurances to myself. I vowed to shield Noah from the pressures I had faced, determined to be the protector I longed for during my upbringing. With that comforting thought, I surrendered to the embrace of sleep, trusting that somehow, everything would fall into place.

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Saturday came and went quickly. It was filled with chores and preparing the house for Noah’s album release party. He protested and said his apartment was okay for a small party, but you didn’t have it. As much as you try not to use your family’s money for everything, being able to afford a decent house was a must, so you gave in when your father offered to buy it for you and sent in contractors to fix it. 

No one suspected that the house belonged to you; you crafted a narrative that you were renting it from an elderly lady who had offered you a significant discount as a favor for watching over the property after her husband's passing. Remarkably, nobody questioned the story, and everyone marveled at your stroke of luck in stumbling upon such an advantageous arrangement.

When Sunday dawned, excitement and nervous anticipation filled the air. Most of the day was devoted to procuring food and beverages for the evening's festivities, which were scheduled to commence at 8 o'clock. As the clock struck six, Noah and his band arrived, lending a hand with the final preparations.

The boys hastily assembled a makeshift stage in the backyard, their hands moving with practiced efficiency as they meticulously arranged amplifiers, instruments, and microphone stands. Each band member was focused on their task, ensuring that every detail was perfect for the slight performance they had prepared. With a flurry of activity, the stage took shape, bathed in the warm glow of string lights strung up earlier in the day. As they worked, snippets of melodies and harmonies floated through the air.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the sky, guests began to arrive one by one. At first, it was a small gathering of close friends and acquaintances, chatting and mingling as they sipped on drinks and nibbled on appetizers. However, as the evening progressed and word spread about the impending performance, the crowd swelled in size. Friends invited friends, and soon, the backyard was buzzing with laughter and conversation as more and more people crowded in to join the celebration.

All eyes turned towards the stage as a tap echoed through the microphone. There, standing in the soft glow of the lights, was Noah. A hush fell over the crowd as he cleared his throat, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hello, everyone! Thank you all for coming!" His voice rang out, carrying a warmth and sincerity that resonated with everyone gathered. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their excitement palpable as they supported Noah and his bandmates.

As the cheers subsided, Noah's gaze swept over the audience, his eyes alight with gratitude. "Tonight is a special night for us," he continued, his voice tinged with emotion. "And we're thrilled to share it with all of you." Noah’s eyes scanned the crowd as the crowd cheered until they landed on you. His smile deepened. 

"Before we dive into the music, I've got to give a huge shoutout to someone incredibly special," Noah's voice rang out through the microphone, carrying a tone of genuine admiration. "She's my own personal sunshine, the one who brightens up my darkest days. Without her, this party would lack its sparkle, and this entire album wouldn't even exist. So, let's hear it for her!"

As Noah's heartfelt words resonated through the crowd, a wave of cheers swept through the audience, filling the air with a contagious energy. Those who knew me well offered gestures of appreciation, whether a knowing nod, a warm smile, or a supportive pat on the back.

Feeling a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks, I couldn't help but blush as the spotlight momentarily shifted to me. Grateful yet slightly bashful under the sudden attention, I offered a sheepish smile to those around me. Thankfully, Noah swiftly took the reins, launching into their performance with infectious energy and passion. As the first notes filled the air, everyone shifted back to the stage, captivated by the music and the electric atmosphere it created.

As the clock crept closer to 11, the atmosphere began to shift. Guests started to gather their belongings, exchanging last-minute conversations and farewells as they prepared to depart. Laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the sounds of footsteps and the rustle of coats being retrieved. With the house now quiet and still, Noah and I were left alone.

Deciding that he would stay the night, we went upstairs to my bedroom, the anticipation of spending the night together adding an extra skip to our steps. As we settled into bed, the warmth of the blankets enveloped us, creating a cozy cocoon of comfort and intimacy. We relaxed into each other's embrace, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window casting a gentle radiance over the room.

Feeling determined, I saw this as the perfect chance to open up to Noah about my family. Internally, I rallied myself, pushing aside the nerves that threatened to hold me back. With a deep breath, I turned to him, meeting his gaze, and was met with a look of awe in his eyes.

Caught off guard by the intensity of his expression, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with nerves. "What?" I asked, my voice tinged with bashfulness, curious about the thoughts running through his mind.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his words soft yet earnest. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life, sunshine. And I am extremely excited for this trip."

I smiled back at him, feeling a rush of affection as I leaned in to kiss him tenderly. As he held my hand, tracing delicate designs on my skin, I felt my heart swell with love at the simple yet intimate gesture.

"When are we leaving?" he asked.

"Next week, we will be gone for a week or two tops," I announced softly, expecting a response from Noah. Instead, he hummed in reply, cuddling closer to me with a contented sigh. 

Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to broach the topic of my family. "Noah?" I asked, hoping to initiate the conversation. However, I was met with silence, and after a beat, a soft snore escaped from his lips. 

Suppressing a chuckle, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at how effortlessly Noah could fall asleep. With a fond smile, I nestled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his presence comforting me. As my eyes grew heavy with drowsiness, I made a silent promise to myself that I would talk to him about everything before the trip.

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 5 - The Cafeteria

I have flashed my creative licence in this chapter and borrowed some dialogue from The Duffers Brothers, because let's face it we all fell in love with Eddie in the cafeteria and the woods scene, but I have slightly re-jigged the context. We also have a flashback. Here be smut and feelings.

Chapter warnings: (MDI) 18+ only, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, p in v sex, dirty talk, swearing, consensual use of the word slut again, mentions of drugs, spit as lube, slight pain during sex? I am terrible at warnings

"It's a promise "

Eddie's words were ringing in your ears as you selected your outfit for the day. Not that you were picking an outfit to catch Eddie's attention, just like you hadn't intentionally put on a lacy baby pink underwear set. It just so happened to compliment your outfit, an off the shoulder baby pink sweater, paired with a simple black skater skirt and your converse, cute and practical that’s all.

"Sprout, hurry up and get your butt in the car or you're going to be late!" Your Dad calls up as you finish applying your lipstick, it was a little beat up from Eddie's antics but still usable. 

Taking the stairs two at a time, you grab your purse, jumping into the idling car on the drive.

"Little overdressed for school aren't you kiddo?" Your dad asks after a couple of minutes

"Uh - they're taking some random pictures of the seniors for the year book today." You reply absentmindedly, flicking down the vanity mirror rooting through your bag for your compact blush.

"Sprout, I may be old but I'm not dumb, are you dating?" 

You pause in your search, you hated lying to your dad, but if you were being technical about it you weren't dating. Having casual sex with the local outcast, sure, but definitely not dating. 

"No Dad," you laugh uncomfortably, "I'm not dating, there's no one I want to date, well apart from Steve." You add, checking over your appearance in the mirror one last time as he pulls into the school parking lot. 

"Ok kiddo, I believe you." His tone said otherwise. "Am I picking you up after school?" He asks as you climb out. 

You go to respond but the air is suddenly filled with the sound of heavy metal and the screech of tires, Eddie, you stare as he spins the van recklessly into a parking spot earning the glare of some jocks nearby.

'I do whatever I want to, to ya

I'll nail your ass to the sheets

A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya

I fuck like a beast!'

"Sprout, you ever bring a boy like that home, I'll send you to live with your mother permanently." Your dad says watching Eddie in clear disapproval.

"Uh huh." You mutter weakly, holding onto the car door tightly as Eddie kills the engine.

"So am I picking you up?" He asks again.

"No- uh, I'm going to watch Rob's practice." You reply distractedly.

Eddie spots you from the other side of the car park, a shit eating grin spreading across his face sending a shock of arousal through your body. "Bye Dad." You say quickly, shutting the door and heading off in the opposite direction.

"Hey dingus!" Robin hails you from Steve's car which has just pulled up behind you, Dustin and Mike squeezing out from the back; Hellfire Club t-shirts emblazoning their chests like Eddie's little minions. How they all managed to guilt trip Steve into giving them a lift everyday you'd never know. 

He raises his hand in greeting, a smile on his handsome face, you wave back your heart doing its usual sputter.

‘It’s going to be a long day.’ You think to yourself.

The cafeteria was a hive of activity and noise, Robin talking at the speed of a freight train as you grabbed your food trays, barely allowing you time to add in sympathetic noises. 

“I mean, am I really that invisible?” She asks you desperately.

“Of course you’re not Rob, maybe she was just focusing on the class.” You offer supportively, heading to your usual lunch table.

“Focusing on the back of Dan’s head more like.” She grumbles, taking a vicious bite out of her slice of pizza.

“Didn’t you say she laughed at your David Bowie joke last week?” You ask, remembering how excited she had been.

“She was just being polite.” Robin mutters miserably you can tell it’s going to be an all-lunchtime funk, so you busy yourself with picking the orange segments out of your fruit cocktail.

“ …sodomy, suicide and even murder!” You glance up quickly hearing Eddie’s voice ring out from a couple of benches over, the usual gang laughing at his antics as he climbs up onto the table, talking loudly so it carries across the cafeteria. 

“-but - as long as you’re into band, or science, or paaarties -” He sneers surveying the various cliques, before rounding on the jocks, “-or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” He yells, making the whole cafeteria fall silent. 

You see Jason Carver stand up, looking pissed. “You want something freak?!”

Eddie sticks his tongue out, making devil horns with his fingers, and you can’t hold back the laugh that escapes you, it draws his attention and he winks quickly; shaking your head with a smile as he jumps back down carrying on with his rant the words drowned out by the return of the usual noise.

“Since when did you find Eddie Munson so funny?” Robin asks you suddenly, you realise with a jolt that she’s been watching the entire exchange, you shrug nonchalantly.

“I don’t, it’s just, he's got a point.” You mutter, shoving some fruit into your mouth.

“Mm, fair,” she agrees with a nod “,but not about band though.” she adds quickly, which launches her into another frenetic monologue about band practice tonight and whether she can get Vicki to laugh properly this time.

You zone out completely, eyes on Eddie, who is staring intensely at you as he chews on a pretzel, you raise an eyebrow at him in a silent challenge, watching a grin creep across his face. Biting your lip coyly, you pick up a piece of syrupy fruit with your fingers, tongue laving at the sticky juice running down your hand; it’s a dangerous move so close to Robin, but it’s worth it to see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, you smirk in satisfaction popping the grape into your mouth.

“I’m gonna get rid of this.” You say to Robin, picking up your tray. 

“Yeah, I should get going, I've got “Mrs. Clickity Clackity next period, why didn’t I drop history when Tammy left?” She asks with a groan, handing you her own tray, swinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Because you’re a glutton for punishment. I’ll see you at 5.” You call as she walks away.

The tray station is just behind Eddie, you can feel his eyes tracking you as you move across the floor, swinging your hips a little, making sure to pick a low shelf knowing that it would give him a flash of your panties as you bent over. Feeling accomplished with all your teasing, you turn to leave only to walk straight into his chest.

“Oh! I’m sorry sweetheart, please excuse me, I didn’t see you there!” He chimes innocently, placing a hand on your hip to steady you.

“Whatever, Munson.” You say coldly, playing up to your supposed indifference towards him, you feel him quickly slip something into the waistband of your skirt with a pointed look, and then the exchange is over. You push past him, adding  “Just watch where you’re going next time, jerkoff.” for good measure, as he bows out of your way.

You wait until you’re back at your locker to read the tiny scrap of paper.

‘16:15, the picnic bench. E.’

The sky was overcast by the end of 8th period, a slight chill in the air making you regret wearing a skirt as you picked your way through the overgrown path to the picnic bench. Funnily enough it was at the bench where you and Eddie had your first proper encounter nearly 3 years ago, you were a clueless frightened sophomore looking for some weed to ease your panic attacks, making covert enquiries the same name had come up each time; Eddie Munson. 

You had approached him tentatively in the corridor unsure how to go about it, tapping him gingerly on the shoulder as he shoved pristine looking textbooks into his locker, he jumped, turning quickly like he was about to punch you.

“Jeeeesus, where the hell did you sneak up from sweetheart?” He gasped, unclenching his fists.

“I-i’m sorry!” You squeaked, taking a step backwards.

“Hey, you’re fine, it was my fault.” He said soothingly.

This was a bad idea, you probably didn’t have enough money, or he’d just laugh at you, or worst of all you’d get caught by your dad.

“You ok?” He asked, reaching a hand out, but dropping it as you flinched slightly “You need something?” He pressed, emphasis on the word ‘something’.

You nodded sheepishly, eyes darting at the passing people in the hall.

“You know where the old picnic bench is in the woods behind the gymnasium?” He asked quietly.

You shook your head, biting your lip, cheeks burning. He sighed pulling a sheet of paper from his locker sketching a crude map for you to follow. “Meet me here after last period, we’ll get you sorted out.” 

Eddie was sitting at the bench when you arrived, a battered tin box open on the table.

“Take a seat.” He offered, you perched lightly, legs jiggling with nervous energy. “There’s nothing to worry about, okay? No one ever comes out here. We’re safe, I promise” He said with a reassuring smile.

“Okay.” You replied quietly, watching with interest as he pulled out various baggies.

“So I'll do you a half ounce for, uh… 20. What do you say? It’s plenty of bang for your buck, should last a while.”

“A half?” You asked, feeling stupid, thinking you’d just be buying some pre-rolled joints.

“Wow, you really are green around the gills huh sweetheart?” He said with a small laugh, but it wasn’t unkind. “Look you can tell me to mind my own business, but, what do you need this stuff for anyways? I mean it’s not meth but a sweet little thing like you, you sure you wanna do drugs? He asked seriously.

“I - i, uh get these panic attacks, thought it might help.” You mumbled pulling on your sleeves nervously.

He nodded in understanding, expression softening.

“Ok well, seeing as it’s your first time and you’ve opted to score from me, an excellent choice by the way,” He said with a grin. “I'll do you a deal; twenty-five percent discount for the half, that’s fifteen bucks.”

“Yes, thank you.” You muttered with a small smile back. “If I give you $25, would you teach me how to make them - please?”

You had spent the next hour with Eddie, watching intently as he rolled joint after joint, telling you about the different kinds of weed, the best papers. Giving you a standing ovation when successfully made your own, even if it was overly fat and wonky, staying with you as you took your first hit with trembling fingers, rubbing your back when you choked on the unfamiliar smoke. You had left the clearing that day promising him to go slow on the supply, and to come back to him when you needed a restock, he would only take $15.

Unlike your first meeting, Eddie wasn’t already there waiting for you. You sit on the tabletop, legs swinging idly, leaning back on your elbows to stare up at the birds flitting to and fro.

You hear the snap of a branch and suddenly Eddie’s face is hovering above your own,standing between your legs, making you squeak in fright.

“Eddie, you fucking psycho!” You shout, trying to punch him but he grabs both your arms hauling you up against him.

“Ah, ah, play nicely sweetheart.” He coos, nipping at your left ear lobe.

“That was a real dick move, you know that?” You grumble still trying to tug your arms out of his grasp.

“You should pay more attention to your surroundings princess, there could be anyone out here. “ He smirks devilishly, so you simply glower at him.

“Aw, now don’t look at me like that baby, especially after that stunt you pulled in the cafeteria.” He warns, mouth descending on your neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You breathe out shakily, trying to stop yourself from pressing forward to chase him, as he pulls away with a disbelieving look on his face.

“Really? That little show and tell you did with the fruit cocktail and the tray, you’re lucky I didn't fuck you there and then.”

You gasp sharply, hips bucking unconsciously at the thought. 

“Such a little slut.” He laughs in awe, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, finally releasing your arms, you immediately tangle your hands in his hair, while he moves to grope at your ass.

“Jesus, I've been thinking about this all day.” He groans, dragging you closer to the edge of the table to grind his pelvis against yours, hissing as you leave a trail of bites along the straining column of his throat. He picks you up suddenly, your legs automatically wrapping around his middle.

“Ed’s I swear to God if you drop me.” You say threateningly, clinging tightly to his shoulders, but he simply sits on one side of the bench, back to the table with you straddling his lap.

“Oh shut up you little brat.” He taunts, pulling on your hair slightly in order to slam your mouth back to his, free hand kneading the flesh of your ass under your skirt; rings sure to leave bruises.

You can’t help but rock your hips, tongues clashing, hands pinching, nails scratching. He breaks apart from you to pull your sweater over your head, eyes sparkling in delight at your lace covered breasts. 

“This is a very pretty bra, baby.” He murmurs, placing a few open mouthed kisses to the pushed up mounds, “I think it matches your panties?” He asks with a smile, you nod wordlessly, feeling his hand go back under your skirt, exploring fingers trailing over the delicate fabric. “Did you put this on for me princess?”

“Yes.” You whine quietly, as he slips the fabric to one side, the chill air making your pussy clench.

“Such a good girl.” He praises, swiping a thick finger through your wetness before slipping into you with ease, making you shift up against him, head buried in his neck. He’s almost cradling you as he works his finger into your soaked cunt, placing kisses anywhere he can reach, murmuring encouragement until you shiver in his arms.

“You cold?” He mumbles, forehead pressed to yours, you nod gently which turns into a whine of protest as his finger slips from your tight heat. Shifting about awkwardly, he slides his jacket off, before helping you into it using the collar to bring you back to his warm lips. “Gotta look after my girl.” 

Your heart skips a beat, my girl, keening softly against his mouth, you unbuckle his belt finding he’s gone commando today, his cock hard in your fist as you pump him slowly but firmly, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He lets out breathy little moans at your touch, before pulling your hand away, hurriedly extracting a condom from his jeans pocket, you play with your clit as he rolls the condom on; both of you staring at the other pupils blown wide.

“C’mere sweetheart.” He pleads softly, holding his cock up so you can sink down, you let out a pained hiss, the stretch at this angle stings, your pussy not used to the intrusion so soon after the last time. 

“Ed’s, i-it’s, ah!” You whimper, nails digging into his back, tears springing in your eyes.

“Slow down baby, it’s ok, I've got you, you’re safe.” He lifts you back up slightly, spitting into his palm spreading some over his cock, the rest he rubs into your cunt, thumb circling your clit as he lets you lower yourself back down at your own pace.

“Oh!” You hiccup, there’s still a stretch but his ministrations on your clit cause pleasurable little sparks that shoot up your spine.

“That’s it sweetheart, nice and slow.” He encourages, his free hand stroking up and down your back, you move with a bit more purpose pulling him in for a needy kiss, as you take his cock fully.

“Oh good girl, shit.” He pants, feeling you seated completely, his spread legs trembling underneath you as he tries to hold back from thrusting straight away. 

“‘M’ok now.” You say quietly, starting to ease yourself up and down, the spit and your own arousal from Eddie’s movements on your swollen clit helping you to glide.

“You sure baby?” He asks.

“Yes, Eddie, please move.” You whisper, and his restraint snaps, hips moving up to meet yours, using his strength to lift you by the ass bringing you back down on heavy thrusts, your arms braced behind you on his thighs. It’s intense, your lips staying connected by a thin trail of saliva, foreheads pressed together, swallowing each other's moans.

“Sweetheart, i’m - fuck - i’m not gonna last.” He chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut tight, teeth clenched in concentration. 

“It’s ok Ed’s.” You say, sucking on his neck with a dreamy sigh. “You can cum.”

"FUCK!" He slams his fist into the wood of the bench, and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen, his hips pulsing upwards drawing out his orgasm. You move to get off of him but he holds you steady, cock still seated inside you, circling your clit with intent.

"Come on baby, I wanna get you there too." He growls, biting your bottom lip, your body wound too tightly, hanging off the proverbial cliff, hands braced on his chest. "Give into it princess, my sweet little thing." Your eyes snap to his in recognition, harking back to your first meeting, and it takes you by surprise, tipping you over the edge, back arching into his touch as you cum.

You allow yourself to be held, Eddie’s arms smoothing over your thighs and lower back, you press your head into his collarbone and feel his heart racing. 

“That was something else.” He sighs, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile breathlessly, checking your watch. “Shit, I gotta go, Robin’s got practice and I said I’d watch.” You say regretfully.

He nods in understanding, holding your gaze, fingers still tracing over your thighs, before you can stop yourself you kiss him, it’s slow, delicate and filled with a significance you weren’t ready to discuss. You catch yourself, feeling like you’ve just stepped over some invisible line, you practically jump off of him, stripping his jacket off in haste and throwing it to him.

“I’ll call you later.” You shout, jogging out of the clearing, pulling your jumper back on as you go, leaving Eddie half dressed and utterly bemused.

Taglist: @avalon-wolf @eddiemunsonsgf2

[kekaki-cupcakes]

I dare you - Leo V x gn child of Nike/Reader

part three

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Leo knew he wasn’t a scary person, but somehow everyone in bunker 9 cleared out as soon as he announced he was having a ‘build off’ with a Nike kid. On second thought, maybe it wasn’t him. 

That was obvious when the large stone door swung open and a figure stood, fuming, and framed by the afternoon sun behind them. “Valdez!”

The last of the Hephestus cabin, and Butch, who was melding pegasi shoes, packed up their toolboxes and left as Leo shrunk back. He held up his hands in defense, which only seemed to make it worse. “What did I do?”

“What are you wearing?” They hissed, grabbing his wrists and shaking them violently. Their hands were scarred and calloused, like his. 

“Uh, what I usually wear- “ Leo looked down at his outfit, and then looked back at his hands. “Oh! You mean the bracelets, yeah, Drew found me this morning. Totally thought she was gonna try and dye my hair green again, but she gave me a friendship bracelet instead!” 

 “Now that I think about it, friendship bracelets are more concerning than the hair dye, actually…” His eyes narrowed in suspicion, and then flickered to the hands still grabbing his. “Wait, you have one too?”

His lips split into a wicked grin. “No way…”

He was met with a firm shake of their head. “Nuh, uh, she’s an idiot- take it off now Valdez-”

“No, I'm keeping this forever, back off!” Leo hissed back, leaning forward and clasping his hands tight behind his back. He ignored the way his heart rate started to go up, which definitely had nothing to do with their proximity. 

“I hate you!”

“But we’re besties now, we even have the bracelets to prove it!” He said with a wink, and turned back to the bench, hoping to hide the blush gathering on his cheeks. 

There was a silence in which he listened to bitter mutterings behind him, and when there was no sign of them getting over it, he sighed. He wasn’t annoyed though,  for some reason they made him… less then angry. “What are we building?”

“Now, this may surprise you,” They started in a casual tone, and he watched them roll their lips in and press their fingertips together. “But… I don’t know how to build shit.”

“Le gasp.” Leo said monotonously, and swung around, raising a brow. “Really? I never would have guessed, it’s not like you spend all your time trying to stab me, doing your sister’s hair, and eating strawberries!”

“Hey, I can eat more strawberries than you!” They shot back, scrunching their nose up in a way that made Leo want to smooth it out with his finger. 

“Okay, well… I can use a drill,” He stuck his tongue out. “So there.” 

“Just tell me what to make, Valdez.” They ordered, and sidled up beside him at the workbench. 

He had a half finished blueprint and a few wooden joints, but he pushed them to the side and stuffed them into drawers quickly, waving a hand. “Okay, okay, chillax, segundo lugar.”

“The fuck does that mean.”

“...Nothing.”

“Oh really?” They asked sarcastically, hands on their hips. “Just like what we’re doing right now, then.”

“Fine, make a- a- make a… Fidget spinner.” Leo snapped his fingers quickly with a smirk, and then leaned in. “I dare you.”

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Leo could have made a fidget spinner in about five minutes if he wanted to, using the scraps of metal from his toolbelt and the fire in his fingertips. Instead, he grabbed machinery off the rack, cut materials out of spare sheets of metal in the scrap bin, and finally learnt how to use the welding pit. 

It wasn’t so he’d win, which he knew, but he had to do everything slow enough so that his ‘opponent’ could pretend to not watch, and then copy him a few minutes later. Of course, he could see every mistake, blunder, and fault, but he didn’t say anything, just silently itched to fix it from a meter away. He had grabbed copper, leftover from Butch’s pegasi shoes, but when they reached for aluminum, which he knew would crumble by the time it got to the circular saw, he had to swap it out when they looked away. 

Thankfully they didn’t notice, he didn’t want them to feel bad about knowing absolutely nothing. Still, he had to intervene when they moved to the circular saw. It was a matter of safety, really. 

He bounced on teh balls of his feet a few times and then wandered over casually as they held their fidget spinner shaped sheet of copper in a way that would surely cut their fingers off. He peered over their shoulder, “I can just-”

“No, I can do it!” They shot back, but there was no spite as they lined it up in the completely wrong spot, and reached for the big green button on the side of the machine. 

Leo grabbed their hand tightly before they got their own sawed off in less then a second, and pulled it away from the button.“But you’ll-”

“I can do it myself.”

“But you don’t have to,” Leo answered, his quiet. He could relate, a little bit, to feeling like you had to do everything yourself, that you couldn’t ask for help. That was until Piper and Jason knocked some sense into his head. He grinned up at them, “this isn’t life or death, silly.”

He watched their expression shift a few times, and then their shoulders untensed and they glanced to the side. “...Fine.”

“See, just hold it like this.” Leo hadn’t realized he was still holding their hand, but he became very aware when he moved it over and shifted their fingers around the small metal sheet. 

Their hands were littered with scars and indents from the wrappings lots of demigods used when Clarrise got the punching bags out. They were also warm, and he had to blink a few times and clear his throat, before sliding the fidget spinner cut out into place. 

“Right.” They breathed, watching him intently. 

“That’s better.” When he pressed the green button, nothing happened. He frowned, cocking his head. “Why isn’t it working?”

“Ha!” They barked with a grin, letting go of the metal and folding their arms across their chest triumphantly. “I knew it wasn’t me!”

Leo fucked under the machine and followed a trail of wires and extension cords to the powerpoint. “The powerpoints off. I’ll just, okay got it-”

He sat back up after he’d switched the power back on, and bumped his head hard on the tray that was supposed to hold the metal they were sawing, he reached up to his throbbing head, rocking back on his heels. “Fuck!”

The circular saw tipped a little as he moved out of the way, in his direction. Through his watering eyes, he watched the spinning blade drop towards him. Then a hand grabbed it with lightning speed instead. 

There was the sound of tearing paper, or something along those lines, as Leo scrambled out of the way. When he blinked again, the machine was still spinning around on the ground, with a dark red splatter on the ground next to it, and white lumps in the mix. 

Then he saw their face, wide eyes and head lolling back a little as they stared at what was left of their hand. Their vagued out eyes flicked to the mess on the concrete floor, and they gulped. 

“...Please tell me that’s just a squashed strawberry.”

[ hey @blue-violin I thought you might wanna be tagged in this &lt;;3]

[princes-creations-askblog]

Oh boy, Mona has a ref sheet now! Good for it!

This uh. Thing! My beloved crazy bitch :)

All its info + hex codes under the cut!

CW: Experimentation, violence, descriptions of gore, implied cannibalism

Full name: It just goes by Pheromone

Aliases: ‘Mona’ (don’t call it that unless you feel like being eaten alive)

Species: Imp (Concept Species 12)

Planet of Origination: Concept Universe (“the Void”)

Age: 132

Height: 6’5”

Gender: Biologically female; identifies as genderless

Pronouns: It/Its/Itself — She/Her/Hers (CLOSE FRIENDS ONLY)

Sexuality: Prefers not to label its sexuality; simply refers to itself as gay

S/O: Astrallon

Family: Unnamed parents, unnamed sister

Curious traveler from the Concept Universe, created by the Goddess of Ykka.

Experimented on and transformed into… something.

After escaping the experimentation facility, it settled in the Fae Forest with another victim of the experiments.

It enjoys scaring the living hell out of people it doesn’t like. It utilises its new abilities to do so to the furthest extent.

Loud, sassy, and easily upset. It’s not the kindest when socialising, but it definitely loves to talk, and is never not seen speaking its mind. The experiments done on it had some odd effects, including thicker, bioluminescent blood, the newfound ability to shapeshift specific parts of its body (specifically its wings and the length of its tail), and strangest of all, effective immortality. Even if its head were to be completely detached, it would still be able to move both its disembodied head and the rest of its body, and reconnect the parts. One of the surgeries conducted on it removed the vast majority of its internal organs, replacing them with inorganic structures with unknown uses. Its modified body responded to the foreign objects by forcibly ripping them out, developing odd tentacle-like organs in place of them. The tentacles are coated in an acidic substance capable of burning through most organic materials, including bones if left for long enough, that its body protects itself against with a coating of an unknown substance, that acts similarly to how the stomach prevents its acid from digesting itself.

It usually stays in the forest, occasionally leaving to visit its Earthling friends, or to find something to eat when food in the surrounding forest is low or not to its liking (it is mostly carnivorous, and it has a very large appetite; woodland animals tend to not be enough to fill it).

It utilises its tail and stingers to attack, immobilise and kill its prey, occasionally using its teeth to simply bite through sensitive areas, or scratching through to the internal organs with its claws. When it feels like it, it might also use its tentacles to burn and rip its prey apart.

Hex codes

Both:

#000000 — Nose / Fishnets

#131313 — Eyes

#141613 — Hair

#33392F — Skin 2

#EBF3E7 — Skin 1

#EEF0E8 — Wing bones

#FFFFFF — Claws / Teeth

#5FFF28 — Pupil / Blood

Before escape:

#919191 — Chains / Collar

#B4B8B1 — Bandages

#CCE8E0 — Medical gown

After escape:

#101010 — Harnesses

#232323 — Shirt

#184200 — Sutures

#35443F — Shorts

#C4DFB6 — Scars

#C1C1C1 — Metal… things? I’ll be honest, I don’t know what those are called

Wings:

#111111 — Feathers base

#001D01 — Flight feathers fade

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Anddd time for Helpless part 4 peeps

Will was headed back to the infirmary until he saw a very stuck Leo laying under what looked like 3 tonnes of metal, Will could barely lift it but managed to life it up enough for Leo to get out. Thankfully he was extremely scrawny so that didn't require much lifting,

"Leo I just have one question, why were you laying under sheets of metal? Also infirmary, now. I very much doubt that you don't have a single broken bone after having something tripple your weight laying on top of you." Will asked mildly concerned yet laughing.

"Well I was carrying metal sheets to the forest on Festus so I could make a guard around everyone else when Jason and Percy fight because while it is fun to watch people also do not like getting drenched apparently. Who would have thought? But turns out duct tape was not the answer this time and a few of them fell on me." Leo explained as they walked to the infirmary.

"Duct tape has let you down, I hope you can recover from this sense of betrayal Leo."

"I don't know man I just didn't think I would ever be betrayed so deeply." They both burst out into laughter as they reach the infirmary. They walk into a room

"I'm going to take a guess and say your leg isn't broken considering you walked here but still is there any pain?" Will asked him,

"Just a bit in my arms but like that's it mate, I think I'm fine."

Will feels the bones on Leo's arm's checking for any broken bones.

"Well your definition of fine is quite different to mine considering you've broken your left wrist, and your right arm is fractured in two places." Leo cracked a smile, like he didn't feel any pain.

Will hands him some ambrosia,

"Leo, you know how you managed to make an immortal girl to like you? Specifically one that hated you?"

"If you want romantic advice you have come to the wrong person, I'll try to help but like I have no clue how I got Calypso. I think she liked me more when I stopped talking to her and I don't think that normally has the same effect on most people. "

"You're the only person I know who has managed to make someone go from hating you to loving you so I'm gonna take my chances."

"Sure mate I'll try," Leo laughed as he pulled something out of his pocket and started mindlessly fiddling.

"Well, I need to make Nico di Angelo stop hating me."

"You're gay? Was I meant to know this information pre-hand because you are acting like you have told me this before." Leo asked, looking slightly confused.

"I'm bi, it was probably before you came to camp when I came out, but basically the whole camp knows." Will said, for better or worse he thought but didn't tell Leo that.

"Yeah probably, now I'm giving you a heads up before you continue. If Nico hated you, you would be dead by now so you already have that section cleared." Leo said grinning.

"Well how exactly do I change from kind of not hating to hopelessly in love with me?"

"Mate I'm barley passed the I will kill you on the spot stage, but I guess show him you care. Jason said that's what he did and I think it worked out pretty well for him."

"Thanks mate, if you want you can leave the infirmary but no life risking events or anything that requires your hands for 24 hours."

"I'll try but no promises mate," Leo said laughing as he walked out."I'll catch you at campfire, yeah?"

"I'll see you there Valdez." Will nodded as Leo walked out the door likely getting himself severely injured, Will knew that he would probably get himself hurt again, Leo was like a magnetic for injuries.

***

The Ghost King finally stands up and splashes his face with some cold water as he started to clean up, no one needed to know. He would be fine, it'll go away soon enough. Every single time he had eaten since being in that jar he had thrown up, his eating had never been very stable but ever since the jar it had gotten a lot worse. When he was on the Argo II he had mostly gotten away with not eating but now with Will Solace watching over him like a hawk he would actually have to eat, Nico hoped he wouldn't realise but he probably would soon enough. Still there was no reason for him to find out any earlier than that, maybe if he got lucky it would fix itself and no one would know but Nico had learnt to not test his luck as it could always get worse. He had left the table as soon as he could and hoped that Hazel wouldn't come back to the cabin too soon.

***

"Good match Jace," Percy sighed, struggling to catch his breath after their fight. They did this a lot to fill in boring parts of the day, or to put on a show. It was also a great way to get your mind off of the last few years when you are nearly killing your friends for fun, the healers had given them many lectures about electrocuting and drowning each other many times but hey they weren't dead yet so they must be doing something right.

"Back at you bro." Jason said putting his shirt back on, "Percy I just realised. We don't have a ship name for Will and Nico, wait Will is bi right? I think I overheard someone talking about it before we went to New Rome."

"Yeah, Annabeth told me that he came out to the whole camp a few days before you, Leo and Pipes came. Now ship names....Wilco?

"Bro that's a terrible ship name, come on we can do better mate."

They both thought for a solid 10 minutes until Jason faceplamed and said,

"Bro, Solangelo, it's so simple yet so perfect."

"Did it really just take us that long to think of that?"

"We've lost our touch bro."

The two boys were laughing as they walked back out of the forest to join the rest of the camp for campfire.

***

______

Tbh don't know how I feel abt this part, I feel like nothing that important happens.

[underrottengaze]

🎻💤🎶💘💜!! Pyrr, Truthspeaker, SNH, Maggie, Madam Atolla :] don't have to do all, I know it's a lot + bonus question, any fun facts about any of them you've been dying to share that haven't come up?

OOOHHHO!!!!!!!!

If a question doesn't apply to a character or the answer is just "no" I'm excluding them just so I don't make this even longer than it already is.

🎻 Truth - She played a number of instruments at JMA during her "trying out new things" phase! The only one that really stuck with her was the flute, but she stopped playing when she left the academy. SNH - He "sings" to himself sometimes, manipulating the sounds his neurons make to produce small melodies :] Maggie - They play guitar! They've been teaching themself various "vintage human songs" that they've stitched together based off of pieces of sheet music it's found around the place.

💤 Pyrr - He's a sleepy fellow. The sleeber. He is eepy. He's pretty much like a cat in regards to his sleeping habits; when tired nap wherever, whenever. He's also definitely a heavy sleeper, very little can wake him. Truth - A light sleeper with insomnia and chronic nightmares. Sleep as a whole is something she's always had a very strained relationship with.

🎶 Truth - She's a classical enjoyer! SNH - I think he'd be big on rock if the ancients had any kind of equivalent to that. Maggie - Pretty much everything! Rock, metal, folk, pop, indie, jazz, you name it. They absolutely adore music and have multiple record players they've stolen collected scattered throughout their house. Atolla - Also a classical enjoyer! I mean, she's old enough that most of it's from her time anyway.

💘 Truth - Oracle, Spindrift, Embers, and Viridian, naturally! Truth loves them all dearly and she can't express how thankful she is how much they've helped improve her life. SNH - ESI. I mean, not that there's many options considering they're the only person he's been in contact with for centuries. But SNH would [and practically did] do anything for his sibling, and he genuinely does love him even if he goes about showing it in weird, roundabout ways. The two rely on each other. Atolla - The Eternal. Not in an emotional way, Atolla cares very little for her creations, but Eternal is valuable to her and therefor the most important.

💜 Pyrr - This man has one [1] ancestor!! And not even a biological one!! Thus are the consequences of being a god's creation. Truth - A hybrid! Silkwing on her mother's side, nightwing on her father's. Both sides are about as "pure" as they get due to the nature of their respective tribes' rules and relationship taboos.

Bonus Pyrr - He doesn't need to eat or drink! Weird side effect of his immortality. Truth - Truth has to think of all the phrases she says, her inner monologue isn't any different to anybody else's her weird speech is a very purposeful choice. Only she's been doing it so long it's become practically second nature to her. SNH - He very commonly lies to ESI [especially when it comes to his condition, he doesn't want them to worry], not out of malice but because he doesn't want to hurt them any more than he has already. Maggie - They can purr, because robots deserve to be able to purr. Atolla - Sorry, Spoilers :)

[arsenicbluebell]

•♤Devil's Candy Headcanons♤•

Context: I'm talking about the manga- PLEASEEEE READ THE MANGA THE ART IS SO GOOD

Kazu Decker

Definitely a closet theater kid

Listens to Noel's Lamet and The Masohism Tango

He has naturally off-black nails so he paints them with a glossy black nail polish

Writes poetry. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHETWISE

Has an army of plants in his big ass garden

His favorite flowers are definitely faerie thimbles

Makes a DIVINEEE BREAKFASTT

Like with chocolate covered strawberries, homemade bat shaped waffles, ALL OF THAT GOOD SHIT

Makes the best haunted house for Halloween you CANNOT tell me I'm wrong

He has an i m m a c u l a t e book collection

Gets inspo from Gothic lotlita, and Mary Shelley

This mf watched Otgw, it all makes sense now

Pandora《???》

Listens to death metal, screamo and pop punk

Rob Zombie and Green Day fan

Her favorite movie is either Wendell and Wilde or Howls Moviny Castle

Doesn't really have a sense of style and just let's Hitomi dress her

Hitomi's favorite scent is strawberry so she wears strawberry perfume

Sally Face is her favorite game, she loves the story, the characters, and thinks Sal looks like Nemo

Loves the MonsterKin and Living on the Veg plushies, her favorite is Grom

Helluva boss fan, definitely has a crush on Millie

Kazu gets flustered when they make sex jokes in the show

Pandora doesn't really get them, but likes the violence

Likes looking at landscapes and the details

She ended up getting the eyes of a Tetrachromat so she enjoys looking at colors

Nemo Musterman

He is a grungy boy lemme tell you

Green Day, NOAHFINNCE, Mother Mother, ect.

He has a ton of vinyl records but no record player so they're just, there

Even tho he wants to act super chaotic and masculine and what not, he uses silk pillow cases/sheets

Has the best skincare routine out of everyone there

He does face masks, scrubs, serums, has an LED mask, he's got it ALL

Every Saturday he has sleepovers at Kazu's house and they paint eachothers nails, do skincare, eat snacks and watch shit like mean girls

He'll never admit it tho, but Kazu will

Cannot sleep without fuzzy socks on

His favorite animals are dumbo octopi and sea bunnies

Usually has to hide from Pandora once a week because she tries to put a mask on his face and his hair in pig tails

Sometimes, he fails.

And then he gets pig tails

Hitomi Ookumo

(I couldn't find a small pic sorry ;-;)

Definitely queer, you can't prove me wrong

A cottagecore bisexual

She definitely has a pond near her house with frogs and tadpoles

Works at a farmers market

Listens to ocarina covers of cute songs while working out

Works out to lift crates for her job

She works to make money for her passion

She has a big family so her needs often get forgotten about

So she just uses her weekends to work and the nights to work on fashion

She loves hot chocolate on rainy days

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024- Day 27- Giant

Big Mama

Another continuation from last year. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

Thank you so much to the amazing @borealwrites for their Monster March 2024 Prompt List!

Monster March 2024- Day 27- Giant

Hemi and Pix- Big Mama

Hemi watched as his pups- now practically fully grown dire wolves seemed to greet Pix differently and if anything, treat her with more care and were even more defensive about her and would not leave her side for anything. They had met back up in Clayton and Kisska was still at the manor, checking on Duchess McClayton and her little Duke as well as her new pregnancy she had come down with since. Embry was practically tickled to be cooking for two crews. And Yasa was too as the two were happy to build one huge fire, surrounded by bricks to make something of a proper oven while Embry was happy to place sheets of metal over the bricks so that they could put pots on the metal as he was happy to keep feeding the flames coals from a separate fire. They all would be eating great tonight because they had chipped in on buying a steer. 

Pix, seemed pleased to be reunited with them, and after setting up camp was content to sit by the fire in her camp chair, her falcons in a nearby tree, the dogs’ heads in her lap, receiving pets. 

“What’s wrong?” Pix asked Hemi as she noted he was simply standing, and staring his own camp chair in his hands, but otherwise hadn’t moved as he watched his wolves behave with her.

“Nothing is wrong Pixie, just happy to be back with you.” He deflected before he set his chair down to sit down right next to her and rest as he mentally worked out what to say and how to say it before her falcons flew back, although they were happy to hop to his own shoulders. 

“Well hello there parakeets.” He offered as he turned his head and then offered them scritches and pets as the falcons practically did become big parakeets to him as Pix snorted a laugh. 

“I can hear your wheels turning from here.” Pix offered once they fell into a companionable silence after that.

“I don’t want to embarrass you by saying anything now in front of others. It’s nothing bad, it’s nothing terribly urgent. Everything is ok.” He murmured in a surprisingly soft and soothing tone. 

“We can talk about it tonight before we go to bed.” He suggested.  

“Is your mom ok? Your dad? Your sisters and your other brothers?” Pix asked. 

“Yup, they’re all fine. I’m sure they’d love to meet you if you wanted to meet them.” Hemi reassured her. 

���Actually I would like to meet them when we get closer to them.” Pix offered. 

“We will definitely do that then.” He grinned happily. 

“How is your family doing?” He felt compelled to ask. 

“They’re fine. They were really impressed with you.” She offered with a pleased grin. 

“I’m happy that they like me and won’t be giving you any trouble, at least over me.” He offered as Pix' expression grew a bit worried over how pleasant he was.

“Hey, I want to show you a new tattoo I got.” Pix urged as she reached out to hold his hand before she tugged on it to get him up to follow her before she pulled them into his cart that he had turned into a little home away from home where both of them could be together and be alone. 

“Ok, what’s going on?” Pix asked. 

“The only times you’re this soft and sweet is when I’m hurt and injured.” Pix urged as Hemi took a deep breath and knew it was best to be plain, honest and to the point.

“Hemtar and Sador indicated that you’re pregnant.” Hemi informed her. 

“Oh. Oh! Ok, this makes more sense.” Pix practically giggled as her worry instantly dissipated as her whole body relaxed.

“Well, that would explain…everything.” Pix nodded as she steadied herself on his arm.

“So what do you want and need from me?” Hemi asked as he took her hand into his own.

“Other than introducing me to your family? Keep doing what you’ve been doing. You already take care of me and mine. And Kisska was hoping that with us staying together for the next several weeks would hopefully turn into several months and our two crews become one. Especially if the others are banging and hooking up, I can’t imagine that I’m the only one that either is or will be expecting. Is there anything you want or need from me?” Pix asked him. 

“I just didn’t know if you wanted the pregnancy or not. And I was just trying to prepare myself for if you didn’t want it.” Hemi confessed. 

“Oh, Babe, I do. I’ve been hoping for this actually. Why do you think I was so adamant that you’d meet my family?” She grinned as she scooted closer to him. 

“Well, in that case, come here Big Mama.” He rumbled as he pulled her flush with himself and kissed her like he had missed her something awful.

"Ooh, Big Mama, I like that." She cooed as she fell into the bed with him, eager to get themselves undressed and rejoined as soon as possible.

[riddlegecko]

fuck it *uncryptids your neferata* (aka, rehabilitated!neffie's character sheet)

Neferata Hidgens, formerly known as The Witchwood Bat-Child

17 years old

Still doesn't fully care about pronouns, but generally goes by she/her anyways

Once an infamous town menace that wreaked havoc on the streets of Hatchetfield at night, HFPD officers Sweetly and Bailey finally succeeded in capturing the Bat-Child. Unsure weather it'd be more appropriate to hand her off to a doctor or a vet, they enlisted the help of local kooky reclusive biology professor Henry Hidgens, figuring he'd just put her down for them. Instead, the professor saw a money-making opportunity, and offered to take her in with hopes that he could make a lucrative tourist trap out of charging people to get a glimpse of her. Instead, she starting picking up on his speech and taking a shine to his music (his one weak spot), and he abandoned his initial tourist trap idea in favor of raising the girl into a functioning member of society. Surely he can still gain fame and recognition from that, right? (putting the rest under a cut bc this bitch got long as shit)

Neffie's relationship with Hidgens is tough to pin down. Neffie sees him as something of a father figure, and Hidgens definitely does care about her. He keeps her healthy and tries to ensure that her education is up to snuff, and they bond over him playing music for her. But there's still a big part of him that strongly wants to make a profit off of her somehow, though he's never said as much out loud to her. But if someone wealthy approached him with a hefty offer for her, like say, enough money to fund a musical, he likely wouldn't be able to turn it down.

The big two things Neffie picked up from being rehabilitated by Hidgens are his speech patterns/mannerisms and his passion for musical theatre. This gothy bat girl speaks almost identically to Hidgens sometimes, namely when she's excited or impassioned over something. Very dramatic, very bombastic. And while her taste in musicals is definitely more diverse than Hidgens' (for one thing, she's actually willing to check out shows written after 1993), she definitely shares a lot of her favorites with him. Though her all-time fave is 42nd Street.

It's this appreciation for theatre that drives Neffie to try and audition for the Spring musical after being enrolled in Hatchetfield High (a decision wholeheartedly supported by Hidgens), and although she isn't cast, she is placed in charge of the soundboard. Which in turn, places her in the booth, in the company of one Ruth Flemming. They're awkward around each other at first, but once Neffie genuinely compliments Ruth's knowledge of the light stuff and calls her headgear cool (it's a big metal thing that fixes your teeth!!!), they become fast friends. Neffie is also pals with Richie and Pete through Ruth, but she still considers Ruth her number one best friend. They have sleepovers and listen to cast albums together :)

On the subject of high school, Neffie being enrolled in HF High ended up garnering a lot of attention. There had already been theories floating around about the Witchwood Bat-Child being in human custody, but her being enrolled into school fully confirmed them all and folks were divided. Some were scared, some were fascinated. The HFPD was pissed that Hidgens didn't just put her down, but they were also the ones who let Hidge keep her in the first place, so they have no one but themselves to blame for that one. Generally, Neffie is regarded with cautious optimism by most folks. She's not a town menace anymore and she's genuinely a pretty sweet kid, if a bit quirky. But like, she's still kinda scary-looking, and no one's quite sure if she still drinks blood.

The answer to that is yes, by the way, she absolutely still does have to consume blood to survive. She can generally get by fine for a time by eating red meat, but Hidgens still has to prick his fingers a lot to keep her nourished. It's not particularly efficient, but it's enough.

At least, it's enough for Neffie. Not so much for Nibblenephim, whom Neffie's deceased birth parents sold their souls to to become vampires. During her feral days living in the Witchwood, Neffie was a very passive servant of Nibbly's, her natural drive to drink blood being enough to keep him satisfied. But now that Neffie's going out of her way to drink blood as infrequently as possible, Nibbly is not happy with her. And well, Neffie belongs to him. Her soul has been in his possession from the second she was born. So if he wants to ramp up her blood cravings, compel her to attack people and drink their blood like in the old days, try and intimidate her via nightmares and visions, he can very well do that.