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sh1-n0bu · 5 months ago

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✿ 𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙣 ✿

characters: boothill x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, angst/no comfort, spoilers to his character story, reader death, canon typical violence, blood, death, injury description, slavery mention, reader is a galaxy ranger, reader also has burn scars, some mechanical and medical things might be incorrect

notes: i have been spoiling yall too much with the constant fluff and smut. so here throws this fic into your face. divider from @/cafekitsune. a deep thanks to @theblades for helping me find a way to kill reader off😇

word count: 6.2k words

bright sunlight, gentle breeze ruffling through his bi-colored hair and the soft laughter of children. he loved the days spent at the farm, playing hide and seek with his siblings in the corn field, looking after the animals at the farm and taking some out for a walk. if him and his siblings could be sneaky enough, they will be able to snatch a few of graey’s handmade cookies through the kitchen window before dinner time. if not, they’ll get caught red handed, yet be let off the hook with a few soft pinches to their cheeks and one cookie for each since graey was just that soft.

sometimes, him and nick would ride their horses, wilding through the forests and endless fields to lead their cattle to better water and brilliant clouds. nick would sing loudly and proudly — he always does — and soon, he would join in with his young, soft voice pitching out the same song. nick would laugh boisterously, ruffling his hair and knocking off of his hat in the process. he would whine about it, saying things such as his hat getting dirty and being scolded by graey. nick would just laugh and shrug it off with a “sorry kiddo”.

he loved this place. he loved the corn fields he runs through with his siblings, he loved the loud voice of graey yelling out, scolding the kids as they run off laughing like a bunch of menaces, the oldest holding the box of cookies graey keeps on the highest shelf away from them, he loved the guns that nick would pull out from his old box of tools, teaching him how to properly aim and how to shoot the empty cans placed in the distance. and the excited yell of the other kids when he finally manages to knock one down, making him feel giddy as nick congratulated him on his first shot. after he fully mastered the old handgun of nick and shot down all 5 cans in a row, he was rewarded with nick’s old cowboy sheriff medal. the golden, 5 pointed star was old and looked rusty but to little ol’ him, it was the biggest and most treasured gift he ever got.

little ‘loaded gun’ never separated from that medal. he wore it his jacket ever since nick pinned it there for him, proudly showing it off to his siblings and talking about how he will take after nick and graey’s profession in the future. how he promises to nick and graey that he will make them proud, how he will live up to their expectations and become an even better cowboy.

“you sure will, little partner” nick would always laugh and pat his head, re-adjusting the medal. graey would sigh and roll his eyes at nick’s actions before reminding him that he doesn’t have to choose that life if he doesn’t want to. young ‘loaded gun’ would pout, whining that he wants to.

“but i want to be a cowboy! i want to be like you and nick, taking down bad guys, bringing justice and firing big guns!” he would yell, shooting his arms up in the air and jumping around.

“uh-huh. talk about firing big guns after you lose that lisp of yours” graey would chime in, always quick to reprimand him for his missing tooth and lisp as his hands affectionately smoothen out his messy hair, groaning in defeat as the mess of black and white refuse to be tamed.

“but i already lost it! i’m a big boy now!”

“hey graey! am i a big boy capable of firing big guns now?” were the first words he said as he brought back his first successful bounty. the smell of gunpowder and ash clung heavy to his jacket but he didn’t care. the smaller kids ran up to his sides, asking for upsies while his siblings who had already grown up and decided to stay at the farm pat his back and ruffle his hair with affectionate teasing quips.

he did it. he held his promise and followed in the footsteps of graey and nick, the old rusty gun and the sheriff medal being a motivational tool for him to reach his goal. now, all grown up and a master trickshot amongst the cowboys of aeragan-epharshel, ‘loaded gun’ was ready to aim and fire at anyone who dares to harm the innocents. although it had been years since the last time he saw his parents and siblings, everything about them and the old red barn stayed the same. though, the corn field looked a little bit bigger than he remembered.

‘loaded gun’ had done a lot in his life since becoming a cowboy. from fighting bandits in the dusty fields, chasing thieves at the dangerous cliffsides to having a gun fight against rival gangs. there were many times he had narrowly escaped death, breathed nothing but the metallic scent of blood, death and bullets and he still prevailed. although he had lost friends along this deadly road, he had also gained many.

that night, ‘loaded gun’ sat across his parents, seated amongst his siblings as he recalled tales of his adventures. the warmth of his younger siblings’ hugs, the teasing quips of the elders’ back pats and the proud looks nick and graey gave him — he was sure of it; this place was where he was the most happiest.

so when he found a little figure, wrapped in a measly ragtag of a fabric, crying out and lonely, he knew he had to step in and take in the little one. it’s what was right and what graey and nick would have done. a small bundle, not even a month old was left to fend for herself. ‘loaded gun’ carefully cradled the baby close to his chest, trying his best to soothe her cries as much as he could.

“graey! nick! i need some help here!” and ‘loaded gun’ had become a father.

ever since becoming a father, ‘loaded gun’ has experienced everything that parenthood had to offer. sleepless nights of the baby wailing at an ungodly hour, searching for his comfort and warmth. having to change the baby’s diapers and bathe her. checking the temperature of the milk in the bottle before feeding time — everything parenthood brought him, he took it all in strides and jolly laughs.

sometimes, he would put the baby in a small bucket and take her out on the farm with himself. the little baby would laugh and clap her tiny hand together, big bright eyes unknowing of what was happening as ‘loaded gun’ fails to tame a wild stallion, proceeding to get his ass thrown off of the horse’s back. seeing his little girl so happy, how could he ever stop making a fool of himself? he even went far as to carve out a mini guitar for her after seeing her fascination with his old, weathered one.

“from now on, yer name will be clementine. can’t have my little girl going around without a name, right?” he asks, bringing up the white haired girl into his arms and raising her into the air. clementine only giggles, blabbering some stuff as she laughs at the feeling of being in the air. seeing the baby’s innocent wide eyes staring down at him, head haloed by the high sun, ‘loaded gun’s grey ones soften as a teary smile forms on his face. the scars on his hands remind him of his profession and dangers of being a cowboy, but in his heart, he swore that he will keep his little girl safe and to be the best father he can be.

“my little clementine…”

gone... it was all gone.

the corn fields where he used to run through with his siblings when they were young, the old red farm that was in the middle of being repainted, the comfortable warm yet dingy house that him and his family used to live in — it was all gone. the scent of sulfur and burnt bodies hung in the air, ash raining from high above like it was some sort of a rain, turning his already dirtied and burnt clothes into black. there was no sign of nick, graey, his siblings nor the panicked farm animals.

little clementine... where was she? aeons, you can do anything you want to him but please spare his little girl, please by some blind miracle, let little clem be alive. he won't care what he has to do or which burning log he has to push away with his bare hands, just let him hear the sound of his little girl's cries to let him know that she's still alive and he'll do it. he'll do anything to save his little girl.

running through the scorched earth, 'loaded gun' calls out for his family. nick, graey, his siblings and even by their childhood nicknames. clementine, where was clementine, where was his baby girl? his little girl, where—

small red scarf and a burnt mini guitar. that was all he had managed to dig out from the burning farm house of his home. that was all he had left of his little girl, the red scarf that was the same copy of his own and the hand carved guitar with its strings plucked due to the heat of the bomb. those two things were the only things he brought with himself as he travels through the vast galaxies, searching a certain doctor who had made themselves into a cyborg successfully.

on the kingdom of bandits, talia, did he found the doctor. heart heavy, eyes full of vengeance and burnt hands holding onto the strap of his bag that had his little girl's memoirs. the doctor tried to persuade him into thinking over his decisions again, to woo him into staying as a human and not to lose said humanity. but 'loaded gun' was steadfast in his decision. if he wanted to stay as a human, he would have already thrown his body into the fires that engulfed his home.

with a deep sigh and slight reluctance, the doctor fulfilled his wishes. blue colored blood being pumped into his new metal body, no longer warm, scarred flesh but rather a clean plated metal being wired into place. at least his head was kept intact. after everything was over and he regained consciousness, he simply thanks the doctor and leaves his payment on the operation table full of his former human blood mixed with his new cyborg blue ones. he didn't wanted to look at the walls or the floor — it was covered in filthy purple liquids.

"before you leave, will you at least tell me your name?"

"... it's boothill now"

"well, good luck with your hunt mr.boothill"

it has been... how long now? boothill doesn't know. since his 'rebirth' as boothill, he has spent so much time traveling from one world to the other, destroying one ipc ship to the next. it has been a bit too long in his opinion, as the destruction of his home planet has stopped being brought up as the latest hot topic at every bar or saloon he visits. or maybe they never talked about it to begin with. the ipc had friends and slaves everywhere, at every branch or organization or world, boothill wouldn't be surprised if they had ended up covering their filthy work by masking it as an another 'horrific accident that befell a poor world before we could save them' type of thing. the ipc were amazing at their manipulation after all.

"those ipc folk sure have been having some hard time since your sudden emergence huh, cowboy?" a voice rings out to his left, a body covered in a bright red coat sitting down beside him at the bar. gesturing to the bartender, he watches from the corner of his eyes as you order a glass of earl grey and marmalade cooler with extra ice. boothill doesn't know this stranger draped in red was nor did he care. but judging by the way you easily knew of him as the latest troublemaker against the ipc, you have probably heard of the bounty on his head or you just travel the galaxies a lot. or it could be both at the same time.

turning his head just a little bit more towards the side, he looks you up and down, trying to see if there are anything that makes you stand out in any form of way. anything to hint at what or who you were.

old, faded, long, red coat left open at the front, smart by the way you have easily deduced he was a cowboy by just his accessories and clothing alone and ordering anon-alcoholic drink despite having set foot inside a bar and took a seat beside him. he can't see any weapons on your body at the moment and your red coat was covering most of your body too. he'll just have to go in blindly then.

"done checking me out, cowboy?"

by the time he had finished assessing you and had looked up to see your face, you were already staring at him with a nonchalant smirk on your face. for some odd reason, boothill could feel his cheeks heat up and wires zap inside his metal body. there was just something about the way that you easily teased him and wasn't ashamed to hold an eye contact with his target shaped pupils that got him feeling weirdly self conscious. had he forgotten to shine the metal plates of his body today? was his revolver still in place, shiny and strong? what about his bullets? his hat? his hair? oh what if he smelled? can cyborg bodies have any odor to begin with—?

"come on now, don't look away from me. i was talking to you" he could hear you coo out, your hand coming up to turn his chin so you could look at his face. the warmth of your hand touching the only leftover human part of his, the laidback confidence you had in your own self, it all got boothill letting out a steam from his ears like a cartoon character as he quickly turns away from you, his hand pulling down his hat to save whatever tiny drops of image he had.

what a shame, turning into a flustered mess like a high school girl talking to her crush by just the smallest amount of flirting he received. where was his class? his sarcastic remarks? the sassy quips and bites he gives to those who touched him? his tongue felt heavy, cheeks felt like they were on fire and he could just hear the gears inside his body shifting and turning at an uncomfortably fast pace that made him feel like he was overheating. or maybe he truly was overheating. darn, he should visit the doctor again to get some certain things removed.

"a-ahem, didn't yer' parents teach you it's not okay to flirt with strangers at a bar?" curse him for stuttering over his words, he was supposed to appear cool not like a teenager boy dammit! and the way your lips curled upwards even more at the tripping of his words wasn't helping. well he'll be damned, you have a smile that cowboys would kill each other for.

"i'm [name], a galaxy ranger. and you are, dear cowboy?"

idiot cowboys like him would kill each other for.

"name's boothill, sugar"

it has been exactly 2 years and 4 months since boothill first met you and was introduced to a faction called the galaxy rangers. apparently, galaxy rangers are a voluntarily formed group that follows the teachings of lan, the hunt and carries out acts of service, upholding peace and justice. some galaxy rangers are a bit ruthless in the ways they deal with the injustice that happens at some worlds or galaxies, some are a bit more diplomatic, some travel in groups of friends and colleagues while some travel alone.

you were once the latter one; a galaxy ranger that travelled the cosmos alone, a bright red shooting star that shine and never fade till the break of day, bringing hope and destruction at once. were; because it has been precisely 2 years and 4 months since boothill has started to travel alongside you. he had decided to become a galaxy ranger, the voluntary group's ideals appealing to his own sense of vengeance and justice that he wishes to bring to a certain group.

"boothill, it's time to wake up" you call out, having always been the early morning bird out of the two of you. walking towards the bedside of the asleep cowboy, you poke at his eyebrows and nose, pushing his lips into random emotes, snorting at the slight hint of drool on his lips. despite having an all metal body, the cyborg was still very human at heart. you've seen the way he helps the elderly cross the roads, entertaining the kids of your stop of the day by teaching them how to properly hold a gun or to shoot one, how he pets a stray dog or a cat, how he sits down at the bar with you after a successful mission, a guitar in hand as he starts to sing in an unfamiliar language. how he looked sad as he regularly cleans the sheriff medal on his jacket, how he stares at a certain picture that he keeps in his jacket pocket.

or even the ways he calls out to a little girl with white hair, addressing her as "clementine", before apologizing and patting the girl on the head to say "be careful, kid". you've seen it all, or what you like to think of as all of boothill.

"fuck meeee, it's still early dawn sugar" the cowboy groans out, voice groggy due to his voice bank having been on resting mode and just restarted. reaching an arm out, he manages to grab a hold of the back of your shirt before you could escape, pulling you down onto his bed as you let out a shriek. grunting at your flailing limbs and attempts to escape his clutch, he only tightens them, climbing on top of you with a cheshire grin on his face.

"that's what ya' get for trynna wake up a cowboy, sugar. ya' get put in time-out" boothill grins at the red of your cheeks from laughing too much, a surprising flare of cuteness aggression coming over him as he leans over your face to gnaw at your cheeks with his shark-like teeth.

"on-nom nom nom nom nom, i'm gonna eat up yer' mochi cheeks, sugar!" the cyborg says, making an overdramatic munching noises as he gnaws the sharp edges of his teeth over the soft fat of your cheek. you could only laugh, throwing your legs back and forth as you try to escape his hold.

"boothill! you're a whole damn 700 kilogram of pure metal alone, get off of me!" you shriek out when the mischievous cowboy starts to gnaw on the skin of your neck and chin, akin to a baby kitten throwing a temper tantrum. as if to spite you, he only rolls his body over yours more, squishing you flat down onto the bed with a menacing laugh.

it was usual to start the day like this between you and boothill. he was not a morning person, you were and usually you would have to end up paying for being the early bird as he squishes your body flush against his own metal one. sometimes you two would end up just falling back asleep, with you being held hostage in boothill's grasp and boothill comfortably squeezing his face into your body. sometimes, you two would end up like this, just laughing and having a harmless prank time together. other times, you two end up with a bunch of ruined pillows, the feathers dancing in the air as you try to get at least a hit on him. but somehow, boothill was always better than you when it came to pillow fights.

"now what happened 'ere, sugar?" you could hear boothill ask, finally managing to get a deep breath in as he finally lifts away some of the weight he had on you. a cold, hard metal tenderly ghosts over where your neck and shoulder met, over the old burn scar you had. oh right, you forgot of that little fella there.

"ah, that. it's just some old burn wound from one of my earlier days as a galaxy ranger. there's nothing to worry about, don't worry" you hum, bringing a hand up to run through his mess of a bi-colored hair. his hair was always a mess no matter the circumstances, it was honestly a wonder how he doesn't have urges to cut his hair short. not like you were complaining, the long hair suited him perfectly and you wouldn't want him to change his looks.

as you lay there on the hotel bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking over where to go next or what route you two should take during this next new mission of yours, boothill was busy remembering an old memory. an old memory that he wished to forget so vehemently.

red and orange — that was all he could smell all around him. the burnt down farm that was in the middle process of being renovated, the burnt carcasses — it wouldn't be right to call them carcasses, there was nothing much left remaining to even properly call them as that — the corn fields burning down. sulfur and death — that was all 'loaded gun' could smell as he dug into his burning home. the heat that scorched his face or licked away at the skin of his hand didn't bother him. all he wanted to do was to find his daughter, his little girl, his little clementine. please, let her be alive by some miracl—

"boothill?" your voice echoed in his head, snapping him back from the dreaded memory lane he accidentally made a trip down towards. looking up at your face, he could see the furrowing of [c] brows over your [c] eyes as they stared at him with so much concern, affection, wonder and care. he takes in the details of your face as his breath gets stolen, seeing the way the [c] locks circled around your head as you reflected the perfect image of what he thinks aeons looks like. by the mighty aeons, you were gorgeous. and how his breath is found once again as you run a hand through his hair, blunt nails lightly scratching at his scalp. you stole his breath away as easily as breathing it back into him.

leaning close into you, he felt the way your breaths mingled with his own, how if he were to try and reach out, he could feel your body heat against his only remaining body like an anchor, like a long awaited lover returning home. there was warmth in your eyes that was missing in his cold, metal body. humane marks that was reflected onto his own vibranium plates that tried to imitate human flesh. there was humanity in you that boothill feared he lacked in himself.

"[name]... i want to taste your lips" boothill breathed out before he could even catch whether he was imagining his words or was outright saying it. and he did get what he politely asked for, your split lips connecting with his own intact ones. he tasted life that he was sure that he had lost on your lips, a memory of something old and tender that had been burned away in the fires that scorched his home and your body. he felt something move and beat rhythmically within the confines of his gears and wires, convinced that he had somehow, by some way regained his heart. regained his human body. regained his humanity.

you breathed life into him and he found himself asking for one more when your lips left his own, and one more, and one more. and one more.

"boothill, when was the last time that you went to the doctor to have your body checked over?" you say, turning your attention away from sharpening your sword to his body. even from such distance, you could see some screws getting a bit looser, some little wires or the ends of wires peeking out from behind the plates of his body. from what you could remember, the last time your partner had told you of going to the doctor to have himself checked over was... perhaps a year ago.

as galaxy rangers, you two now constantly get into fights and battles. especially with the ipc as the corporation has added you to their list of wanted figures besides boothill's growing dead or alive bounty. in an order to be ready for any ambush or unplanned fights that may take place, you and your partner must be ready for any sort of fight that may come your way. which also means making a trip to the kingdom of bandits and thieves, talia, a bit often to see the doctor.

something that boothill insists doesn't have to be done after every fight or to have you follow him. the cyborg insists that it's for your own safety but you know that he just doesn't want you to see him being taken apart and put back together again like... like he has lost his own sense of self. despite his flair and bright smiles, you always knew that boothill had a deep sense of problem with his body. you know, since you were always the one to collect his breaking consciousness into your awaiting warm arms to place him back together again. peace by loving peace, you were akin to a warm candlelight that soothed his worries and shooed away any fears that might dig its claws into his wires.

"uhhh... dunno sugar. maybe a year? or even over a year ago..." the cowboy replies, looking up from his own weapon that he was cleaning. seeing your eyes narrow at him and shoulders become stiff, boothill quickly places down his revolver, waving his hands as a form of self defense from your already approaching lecture.

"h-hey hey hey! but don't worry, i'm genuinely doing fine, sugar! if anything, it should be nagging you for not resting and properly taking care of that shoulder wound!" the cyborg was quick to defend himself, instead pointing a finger towards your direction. more specifically, your shoulder.

"it's just a small cut, boothill! i've already gotten it cleaned and wrapped in bandages" you raised your arms in a surrendering motion, now taking on the side to defend yourself from his words.

just as boothill was about to retort back with something smart-mouthed, you two suddenly fall silent as the familiar sound of the heels of an eerily familiar corporation uniform resounds in the hallway boards of the inn. those footsteps and the light click! clack! of their weapons told you two everything you needed to know. silently, boothill puts on his hat, reloading his revolver at a terrifyingly fast pace. meanwhile, you shrug on your signature red coat, newly sharpened and cleaned blade ready to slice through the ipc's weapons.

waiting patiently behind the doors of your inn room, you two wait with bated breaths until a very quick clicking of the door opening is heard. before the door could even creak open on its old hinges, boothill has already taken the first shot. without needing for words to talk about tactics or which side to take, you rush out, the sharp edge of your blade cutting through the ipc's every weapons. behind you the sound of gunshots and bodies hitting the floor follows.

it was simple, really. you disarm the ipc and boothill takes care of the rest. surrounded at all sides? you will always take the east side while boothill takes care of the ones on the west. and if there's a ew weapon or a surprise in your way, boothill will just blast it high into the sky with his arm canon and you can make the rest of them into thin noodles at record time. a deadly duo you two were, gutsy as you stood against the ipc in its whole with no fear, only excitement at what new weapon you'll come across or who could get more hits in. perhaps that's precisely why the ipc decided to send battalion after battalion after you two this time. perhaps it was the bounties on your head that caused the inn owner to betray your trust and rat you two out.

either way, nothing could exactly stop in your way. weapons cut, guns exploded due to bullets meeting inside the hole, armories torn apart and ipc managers blasted. there was nothing that could stand against a hurricane of two galaxy rangers. a red coat flashing past the ipc, a grey shine that took down a panicking soldier standing kilometers away. but there was a little problem. boothill's loose wires had connected with the wrong ones, causing him to stay in his lock 'n loaded state. target shaped pupils now bright red with the grey of his irises now bright red that perceived all those with a weapon as an enemy.

after the final ipc manager fell apart in a heap of metal and wires, you heard the sound of a gunshot still being fired towards the west. was boothill ambushed? was he okay? rushing over to where the sound is the loudest at, you couldn't help but gawk at the state of the corpses and remains of some of the robots. the large gaping holes were not normal, if anything it looked more like a canon bullet with how the entry holes were bigger and the exit holes were smaller. why was boothill using his arm canon at every chance he got? what was happening?

"boothi-!" a bang rings out just as you make it to where the gunshot was the loudest, bullet wizzing past your ear, nipping at the shell of it. the wound left ringing in your ear as you hold up a hand to cover the injured ear, looking on in fear as the red iris and white pupils of your partner looks straight back at you. you could see your own reflection in his eyes and boothill didn't look happy to see you.

eyes that used to stare at you with fondness and sea of affection now stared dead into your own pupils as if you were an enemy. a threat.

"whatcha' lookin' at, scum? come on, let's see ya' dance" this was not your boothill, this wasn't your beloved, this wasn't the same sweetheart whose eyes turn into heart shapes every time your own gaze meets his. this was not boothill.

dodging a bullet by a mere graze, you duck behind an overturned table. shit, think [name], how do you get him out of that state? you briefly remember him telling you that he briefly goes into lock 'n loaded state when he has a stand-off duel. but what more? he was locked in that state of his, ready to kill anyone that comes close. do you have to duel with him to make him snap out of it? but you don't know how to shoot a gun.

but... what if it doesn't have to be a gun duel?

"hey!" you call out, sliding on the floor to hide behind another chair that was flipped over when the canon bullet of boothill shoots through your old coverage with no mercy. "how about a duel, cowboy? you think you can be a faster draw than me?" you can hear his gun click, knowing that now he needs at least a few seconds to reload. maybe 5 seconds at best, boothill was fast in his reloading. you hear a soft scoff as you hear his gun open, the soft clanks of his bullet entering the cylinder resounding in the empty room. one, two, three -- all six bullets in and the soft clink of the hammer of his revolver releasing indicated that boothill was ready for a draw.

"hah, what do you think, sweet cheeks? think you can keep up with me?" you can just hear the taunting in his voice, goading you to make the first move. deep breath in and out, your hand holding the sheath of your sword, ready to draw. silence takes over the room as you speedrun any plans or ideas to catch him off guard. any idea to make him snap out of it. you can be the faster draw but that won't promise you a win if your life is going to be lost.

a steady hand is what you need. just a steady hand to knock some sense back into boohtill... a steady hand to knock some sense.

"come on, fucker. what's taking ya'—" the table he thought you were hiding behind is abruptly flipped over towards boothill, taking him by a sliver of surprise before he aims and pulls the trigger. once, twice and the table was split into half. a chair was next, a single explosive bullet causing the woods to splinter and cover your form as you dash through the room, straight at him.

"'atta you fuckhead! packing some guts, i see!" boothill laughs, aiming straight at your head and pulling the trigger. the bullet doesn't hit, you managed to draw your sword in time to cut it in half. a grin matching the sense of a maniac high spread across boothill's face at the clinking of the two bullet pieces hitting the floor. all you had on mind was to get near him at this moment, nothing else. another bullet is fired, getting cut apart in the middle before his revolver joins, being split apart by your expert swordsmanship.

close enough, you can do it, you can snap him back into his senses.

the sound of broken revolver and dulled blade hitting the floor is disregarded the moment you lean in close to him, hand raised, fist reared back, ready to knock some sense into him. at the same time, boothill's left arm raises towards your abdomen. time seemed to slow and all you had in mind was to deliver a sharp knuckle sandwich.

BANG! CRACK!

your sharp punch landed straight across his face, making his hat drop to the ground. if this was any other bar fight, you would have laughed in his face as you witness his red iris turn grey again, paired with the signature marksman symbol pupils. you did it, your plan worked and boothill was back. when you wanted to point at his face and scold his ears off, all you managed was a weak wheeze. strange...

the world spun around you, the horrified face of boothill catching your attention alongside the sharp pain at your side. you didn't even knew that you fell to the ground as boothill cradles you up into his arms, holding you like how he always does as his metallic fingers gently hold your cheek. his mouth was moving, bi-colored hair falling like a curtain over you two as if to keep this moment hidden from the prying eyes of the corpses in the room.

what was he saying? there was a permanent ringing in your ears and you couldn't be more annoyed about the timing of something more than now. you wanted to listen to his voice, the gentle rasp as he apologized for now listening to you, the hidden tenderness as he calls you an idiot for getting too close to him. breathing became harder for you, black dots appearing in your vision, hindering you from seeing the way boothill was desperately holding you tight against his body. you must have hit your head pretty heard when you fell.

"... i told you... to have yourself checked o.. ver..." you barely manage to say, your voice dying in your throat as you try to talk to him. shaking hand comes up to cradle his cheek, trying to wipe away the tears that streaming from his grey eyes. why was your hand bloodied? it left stains on your dear boothill's cheeks and he will surely complain about it as he tries to wipe it away with his own metallic ones like a cat. you felt cold from the inside, you couldn't move your legs and even holding up your hand felt like a chore.

perhaps a nice rest will help you relax and gain your strength back. and when you wake up again, you will be back in the inn's room, your favorite cowboy by your side, clinging to you like a lifeline as he snores open-mouthed, wiping his drool all over your shirt. when you wake up again, your favorite cowboy won't be covered in blood. when you wake up again, there won't be this annoying sharp sting at your side that felt like your whole intestines were spilling out.

"sugar...? sugar, no, don't close your eyes! [name] wake up!" boothill yells, shaking your bloodied body as he tries to make you regain consciousness. you can hit him all you like, put pink ribbons in his hair, steal his hat, scold him for all you want, just please don't close your eyes. please don't fall asleep. please, don't leave him alone.

"... i'll get lost again if you leave me..." there was no pulse. your body was cold already. and the cyborg wished he could cry again. at least one last time.

#nobu.writes #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail angst #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr angst #boothill x reader #boothill x you #boothill x y/n #boothill x gender neutral reader #boothill angst #gender neutral reader

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scftpcws · 4 months ago

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Star Crossed| Armando Aretas | Teaser

✩Description: Requested by @nelo0wesker : “Enemies to lovers Armando X reader. Readers in the mafia while Armando in the cartel”

✩ Pairing : Armando Aretas x Fem!reader

✩ Genre : Dark Mafia Romance

✩ Warnings: 17+ (smut in later chapters, Violence, Drug usage, Gang Violence, Sexual/Dark themes, Child endangerment, source accurate violence, bad language, death, my awful spelling and grammar, my terrible Spanish translations (i’m a little rusty), made up characters

✩ Fandom: Bad Boys

✩ Taglist : @nelo0wesker @twinklestarslight @mzbeautii96 @geneziesm @mcotton0928 @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful @sunrisesfromthewest

✩ A/n: i didn’t know how i could put this in one post so its going to be a multi part fic! i really hope yall enjoy this . i should be updating weekly (hopefully..) pls lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist or if you would like a rundown of the characters xx

anywayss…

Teaser under the cut !! * *‧.₊˚*੭*ˊᵕˋ੭.*

enjoy!! :)

Star Crossed| Armando Aretas

“But Dad, why?” she huffed, throwing her arms in the air in frustration.

“Because i said no.”

“But thats not a good enough answer.”

“Y/n, seriously, leave it alone.” he responded, shooting her a glance.

“But I have been training my whole life for this! How am i supposed to take over one day if you can’t trust me to do this?!” she was seething with rage, her nails digging into her palms. She had been told she could ‘go out in the field’ once she had completed her training and was now being denied that right. To say it pissed her off was a serious understatement.

“Mom would want me to do this!”

“Your mother is dead! She cannot want anything! You’re not going and that is final!”

She took a step back, tears welling in her eyes. Ever since her mother had died on a mission, her father had become cold and distant. It was almost as if he never cared for her.

“Thats not fair , and you know it,” she spoke through gritted teeth, her hands balled up in fists at her sides. “If you really don’t want me there despite me being your best agent, fine. But when it all goes to shit, don’t ask me to help.”

She left her fathers office, the thud of her boots following her. Her father sighed, holding his face in his hands. Y/n was just like her mother, dedicated, hardworking, and undeniably stubborn. She couldn’t understand why her father wouldn’t allow her to assist the team on this mission. She thought he was coddling her, holding her back from her full potential. But in reality, he was protecting her.

She stomped all the way to her room, throwing herself on the plush mattress. Her bedroom door clicked open, the sound of kitten heels on the hardwood floors piquing her attention.

“Little one, what did i tell you about shoes on the bed?” the sweet and comforting voice of her childhood nanny, Rosetta, made her huff out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. “Sorry Miss Rosetta.” she apologised, unlacing her boots and placing them by her bed. “Good, now what’s with that face? Pretty girls like you shouldn’t frown like that.” Rosetta smiled softly, sitting next to her. Her hair was bouncy and smelled like shea butter and coconut oil. Her makeup was light and refreshing, making her look younger than she really was, though Y/n would never point that out because she knew how sensitive Rosetta was about her looks. she dressed unlike the house staff you would expect to find in a home like Y/n’s, more like a rich aunt rather than a nanny.

“Dad is being difficult again.” Y/n grumbled, crossing her arms, her lip slightly jutted out. Rosetta smiled softly at her, the wrinkles by her eyes becoming more prominent. “Now Miss Y/n, you know he is just looking out for you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt, or worse.” she reasoned, petting y/n’s hair. Rosetta was painfully aware of what had happened to Y/n’s mother, and knew it was a sensitive subject, so she made sure to tread lightly.

Y/n stood from her place on the bed, pacing around her lavish room. “But i am not a baby anymore and he knows that! I am one of the most skilled people on the team but he still treats me like a child. It’s not fair!” she argued, her frustration becoming more and more apparent in the way she spoke.

Rosetta smiled, “Well i can’t blame him when you act like this. If i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were having a temper tantrum,” she joked, her tone light, a gentle grin on her face. Y/n rolled her eyes in response, walking back to her bed. Rosetta held her arms open for her, as she used to when Y/n was younger. She laid her head in Rosetta’s lap, allowing the older woman to rake her fingers through her hair, the tension melting from her body.

“Look, Munchkin, your Baba cares about you. He wants you to be safe, and so do i. He has already lost so much, he cannot lose you too.”, Rosetta affirmed, looking down at the sweet girl in her lap. She looked almost the same as she did when she was a child, still soft and precious, but fiercer and somehow more headstrong.

Y/n often despised the way that no matter what Rosetta said, she made sense, she always made sense. “Now dinner will be ready soon, will you be coming down?” She asked, looking down at the girl curled up in her lap.

“I will, but i’m not talking to him.”

The dinner was quiet as ever, just Y/n and her father sat at the table on opposite ends, the same way it had been since her mother died. Rosetta stood off to the side, refilling their glasses whenever they emptied.

“Silent treatment? Real mature Y/n, real mature.” he father stated, taking a sip from the glass of water Rosetta had poured for him. Y/n stood her ground. She wasn’t trying to be childish or petty, she was trying not to to say something she would regret later on, for she did not have a good grasp on the sharp tongue she inherited from her father. Though, it did make arguments with him all the more interesting. “The target is called Benit-”

“Im not going remember? why would you tell me?” she interrupted harshly, her jaw clenched and eyes glaring daggers at her father. “You exhaust me, daughter, you really do.” Her dad sighed, taking a forkful of food and putting it into his mouth. “I’m just trying to fill the silence that you insist upon, because you are too spoiled to take no for an answer, but i guess that is not good enough for you, because nothing ever is.” he grumbled, knowing perfectly well that she would hear every word.

“I insist on the silence, because at least when it’s silent my very existence isn’t being insulted.” she quipped back, cutting up her food and shoving some in her mouth in a hurried attempt to shut herself up. Her father may be head of one of the most powerful mafia families in the world, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t her dad.

“Well maybe if you just did as you were told for once, without questioning my every decision i wouldn’t have to call you out on your petulance!”

“Oh I’m petulant? Says the man who won’t let anyone do anything because he’s too afraid!”

“You are just like your mother, always flying off the handle, not thinking before acting!”

“Mom never listened to your stupid demands and orders!”

“Look where that got her!, the silence was so deafening you could hear a pin drop. “Honey I-”

“How could you say something like that? She did nothing but love you and this is how you talk about her? You berate her for the only mistake she ever made, which was protecting me! She was perfect, never cursed, was polite and knew how to handle herself without getting herself into trouble. You tell me i am just like her?! Well i wish i was like her, maybe then you wouldn’t view me so negatively . Or maybe you would, because that’s exactly how you view her.” Her fists slammed against the table as she rose from her chair.

“Miss Y/n-”

“Miraculously my appetite has gone, thank you for the food though Rosetta.” and with that, she left to her room.

“I dont even want to hear it, Rose” her father huffed, his brows furrowed and his hands clenched together.

“You are both in the wrong. That’s all.” She smiled, placing her hand on Claude’s shoulder, her thumb grazing the fabric of his well tailored suit.

“I know.”

“Hey Boss?” a tall man, of a muscular build walked up to the table, papers in hand. “Yes Lorenzo?” Claude responded, rubbing his temple with his fingers. “I got everything i could on our target from our guy inside, but his tracker just went dead.” Lorenzo admitted, his head low, making sure not to make eye contact with his boss.

“What do you mean his tracker went dead?” Claude breathed, his fist slamming on the table top, causing Rosetta to jump while she cleaned up. “I mean his tracker was on and then it wasn’t.” Lorenzo asserted, huffing out a breath.

“You think this is funny, Enzo?” Claude stood up, grabbing the collar of Lorenzo’s shirt in his fist and and pulling his face closer toward his own.

“No boss.” Claude stared right into Lorenzo’s eyes, his teeth clenched in fury.

“Fix it.”

“Well, we think he may have been discovered, and you know, blown his cover.” Enzo responded calmly, knowing if he reacted the way he wanted to he’d be out of a job, and possibly a life. “Damn you Aretas.” he sighed, his knees suddenly becoming weak.

“Boss!”

“Claude!”, Rosetta ran to his side, holding him up as Lorenzo helped her situate him in the chair. “Kill him, i dont care what you have to do to make it happen. i want him dead.”

“Miguel. Ven aqí (come here)” a gruff voice demanded silence from a small group of men playing a round of Cheat, at a table in the middle of a worn down garage.

“Yeah Jay?” Miguel answered, a sweet smile gracing his lips, his two gold canines on full display.

“Did you do what i asked you to?” he was strangely calm, his left eyebrow slightly raised in mock amusement.

“Yeah of course i did.” Miguel answered, his hands moving straight to his pockets. He was lying.

“What did i ask you to do, hmm?” Jay’s hand made its way to Miguels face, squishing the skin in his hand, as the panic started and sweat began to settle on his forehead. ‘oh shit, what did he ask me to do,’ he thought, trying hard to remember the simple task he was asked to complete.

“I asked you to count the money.”

“Oh yeaaah count the money,” his response was delayed and drawn out, a clear indication that he had not in fact counted the money like Jay had asked him to.

“You see, Compa (friend), i asked you to do one thing,huh? Una cosa (one thing) , and you couldn’t even do that,” Miguel looked his ‘friend’ up and down, he was clearly upset, he fucked up.. bad.

before he could utter an apology for his incompetence he felt the cool end of a gun against his temple. “One thing buddy, thats all i asked. Look man, I knew you were stupid, but i didn’t know all that food you ate inhibited your brain functions!” Jay’s words were like venom. He was never nice to anyone but this was too far, even for him.

“Look man, i got distracted, I’m sorry, i’ll count the racks up before Boss gets back, i swear just don’t shoot.” he begged, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

“I should shoot ya’ in ya’ head, maybe it’ll rearrange your brain, make you useful, hmm?” he spat, digging the barrel of the gun further into his skull. “Or maybe i should shoot ya’ dick off, maybe then you’ll spend less time thinking about las putas (the whores) we see on the street and more time thinking about the simple fucking things i ask your dumbass to do!”

“Please man, you know i have a wife and kids, man. I am begging you.”

“Damn, i forgot about that pretty little thing you call your wife. fuck, you think if if i shoot you i could play step daddy for you, hmm? Keep your side of the bed warm. Snuggle up with ya’ Mrs, give her some good- ”

*Bang*

The sound of a gunshot resounded through the garage. Miguel checked himself over for bullet holes as Jay’s body hit the ground with a heavy thud, his gun falling from his grasp.

“Louis.” Armando said, watching the blood pour from Jay’s lifeless body and pool around him. “Yeah boss?,” a young boy, no older than 19 stood abruptly from his seat at the card table, almost knocking his chair over.

“Clean that up will you? I hate rats.”

“Yes boss.”

“And Miguel? Go count the money before i bury you with him.”

“Yes, boss.”

Hope you enjoyed the teaser!! the first part will be out soon xx

#jacob scipio #armando aretas #bad boys ride or die #armando aretas lowrey #armando aretas bad boys #bad boys 4 #bad boys for life #bad boys #armando aretas x reader #armando x reader #armando lowrey #angel talks 🎀#Angel’s fics 🧸

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nikoruistyping · 2 years ago

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Better Hold Your Breathe || Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: You had hoped to have a nice normal morning but its nothing but normal at the BAU and next thing you know you end up locked in the Evidence Room with none other than Spencer Reid, your coworker and crush. As time passes Spencer starts to have a panic attack and there was only one thing you could think of to help stop it...

TW: Fluff, Coworkers to Lovers Relationship, Kissing, Playful Banter, Jealous Spencer, Derek calling you Babygirl as a joke, Depictions of a Panic Attack due to Claustrophobia

Word Count: 2.5K?

A/N: This fic is my annual bday present for my best friend so happy bday my queen and I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I did making it for you. I hope your MGG thirst is quenched with this one even though its not really a smutty piece since I ended up changing my plot/idea last minute because I wasnt happy with my writing at all and I’m rusty so I’m sorry if its not as good as my other pieces. THIS IS ALSO MY FIRST CRIMINAL MINDS/SPENCER FIC SO SORRY IF HE SOUNDS A BIT OUT OF CHARACTER I TRIED YALL. BEFORE ANY ONE COMMENTS AND COMES FOR ME YES THIS WAS INSPIRED BY THE STILES & LYDIA KISS FROM TEEN WOLF 3x11 SO SHUT UP I KNOW!

Coffee holder in hand you used your hip to push the glass double doors to the BAU open. You had purposely gone to the coffee shop early that morning so that you could order not only yourself a cup but to also get one for Spencer, who also happened to be the one guy in the BAU that you had the biggest crush on ever since the first day you joined. By some miracle you had remembered his order by heart and it was stupid that you were remembering such little things about him but that's what you do when you really like someone that much right? You tried to convince yourself that watching him make his coffee step by step every morning in the kitchen wasn't creepy at all but next thing you knew you were taking notes about what milk he used and how many sugars he would put inside his cup.

You shook your head at the silly thought and happily you walked over to your desk with the biggest smile on your face ready to take on the rest of the day. Penelope took notice from across the room as she walked in at the same time as you and she lightly nudged your shoulder.

"Well someone looks extra chipper this morning." She commented pushing up her pink colored glasses.

"Aren't I always happy every time I walk into work?" You question raising your eyebrow at her.

"Usually you are but I'm guessing that it has to do with the fact that you bought two coffees...I'm pretty sure that's not all for you." She says with a sly smirk on her lips since she is clearly the best hacker in the BAU there is, but your crush on Spencer was blatantly obvious that she didn't need to hack into brain to know that information.

"Bold of you to assume that Penelope." You say trying to look away but you weren't always the best at hiding your feelings.

"Oh come on, you know I'm right and I'm pretty sure that coffee is for a special someone that we all know you have the biggest crush on." She says with a small roll of her eyes at how it was pointless for you to deny it at this point.

"Fine! Fine...I did get him a coffee but it's just a coffee and that's it, nothing more I promise." You say as you lie to not only yourself but to Penelope who wasn't believing a word that you were saying at all but she just gave you a look of disbelief as she saw Derek across the room and waved hello to him.

"Whatever you say Y/N. Just promise me that eventually you will make a move or else I'll do it for you." She said with a nudge to your shoulder again which just made you chuckle at her declaration.

"I pinky promise, you happy now Penelope?" You say a bit reluctantly.

"Much better. I'll see you in ten minutes in the meeting room, Hotch gave us a new case so I have to prepare." She says as she parts ways with you and heads to her office as you make your way to your desk which of course happened to be right across from Spencer's and it was extremely hard to focus all day looking at his pretty face twenty four seven.

You were surprised to see another coffee cup on your desk with a little sticky note attached to the lid and it instantly made you smile. The closer you got you set down the holder and looked across to Spencer’s desk but he was nowhere in sight. You carefully took the sticky note off the lid and started to read it to yourself.

Y/N,

Hope I got the order right and enjoy.

- Spencer Reid aka Your Favorite Desk Neighbor

His little note made you smile from ear to ear and you could help but pick up the cup and take a small sip. To your surprise he really did get your order right, you hadn't expected him to be so observant but then again he would have a job if that was the case right?

As you look up you see Spencer walking in your direction and when your eyes met his you tried your best to keep your composure and waved to him, his footsteps getting closer until he seemed to park himself right in front of your desk.

"Morning Spence. I-Um...thanks for the coffee that's really thoughtful of you." You admit taking another sip as you glanced over his beautiful facial features.

"Morning Y/N," His reply a controlled stutter, barely keeping it together while you inched closer to where he was leaning against the desk.

He accepted the pipping hot cup you bought him with a whispered thank you. You were excited to see his reaction and you had your fingers crossed that you remembered every detail of his order.

"Did I get it right?" You asked with an eager attitude and smile on your face while you tried to hide behind your coffee cup.

"Surprisingly enough you-" His words were interrupted by Derek coming up from behind and shaking his shoulders playfully.

"Good Morning you two," He said greeting us as he looked at all the coffee cups on your desk and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Looks like you two decided to throw a coffee party and not invite anyone. I'm taking this as compensation." He says with a laugh and grabbing the cup of coffee you had bought for yourself.

"I-I'll allow that but you owe me next time Derek." You say taking a sip and gritting your teeth a bit in anger but not letting it get the best of you.

"Fine I'll get you one next time babygirl," He said with a smirk and a little playful wink which made you flustered for a quick moment since it was out of character for him to ever call you that, that was always his thing with Penelope. You glanced at Spencer and his gaze seemed frustrated and angry, his knuckles almost turning white as he gripped the coffee cup harder. You couldn't quite read what was on his mind since he never was the best at showing or expressing his emotions. It was clear he was upset maybe jealous even.

"Oh come on now, I'm just playing no need to get all flustered. I'll see you both in the meeting room in ten." He said patting Spencer on the shoulder seeing as he made no comments at all about the interaction.

Before you could try and bounce back from the awkwardness Derek had instilled into your conversation with Spencer this morning felt like it couldn't get any worse until you got a call on your desk phone and you picked up.

"Hey Y/N, I need you to go into the evidence room and bring me a few boxes of evidence. Looks like its so old and outdated that its not in the computer system yet," Penelope explained over the phone.

"Penelope really?! Is it that urgent that it needs to be right now?" You question in a bit of an annoyed tone in your voice being as nothing seemed to be going as planned this morning.

"Yes Y/N it is! Pretty pretty please I won't ask you for any other favors for the whole day I promise," She pleaded and well you couldn't say no to your best friend in the whole department.

"Fine I'll go. Just text me the record box numbers and I'll go get them." You said letting out a breath as you nervously played with phone cord.

"Make sure to bring Spencer or Derek with you. The boxes are pretty heavy and good luck!" She hung up quickly before you could even say another word in protest but you accepted that this was basically defeat at this point.

You put the phone down hanging up and you give Spencer a look that makes him immediately curious. After with whatever just happened with Derek there was no way you were bringing him as a helping hand. You hated to admit it but the evidence room was extremely dark and scary looking to go into by yourself so it put you at ease that maybe Spencer would tag along.

"So...Spencer I need your help to go get some boxes from the evidence room. Are you in?" You ask taking one last sip of the delicious coffee and putting it down.

"Yeah, yeah of course I'll help." He quickly responds without hesitation as he followed your lead around the office and towards the direction of the room.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence between the two of you, he finally broke it the moment you reached your destination.

"I didn't know you and Derek had a 'thing' going on. I just always assumed him and Penelope were more into each other because of that ridiculous petname he calls her which honestly I think is a violation against having a healthy and safe work place environment-" He was fumbling his words as he rambled on about how he just couldn't imagine you and Derek being together.

"If it makes you feel any better Derek and I aren't a 'thing'. We never were. I don't know why he called me babygirl...it felt wrong but I know he was just probably joking with me to get on my nerves or something." You admit as you turn the rusty old doorknob after fussing with the keylock and open the door slowly.

"Wait...really so you aren't into him?" He questions while following your lead into the very lowly lit room that was filled with hundreds of boxes on dusty shelves.

"Make sure to hold the door open or else it will-" You spoke a bit too late because before you knew it you heard the door close and lock behind the both of you.

"-lock us in." You finish your sentence and Spencer looks behind him seeing as the door had really locked you two in there for who knows how long now.

"You should have warned me beforehand."

"How was I suppose to warn you beforehand if you had me distracted with something else?!"

"Jesus now we are stuck in here and Y/N you know how much I hate small dark enclosed spaces! This is literally my worst nightmare right now!" He exclaimed as his breathing seemed to get faster and he put his hand to his chest that was heaving up and down quickly. Spencer was having a panic attack and you weren't sure what to do.

"Hold on Spence, let me just call Penelope I'm sure she can help us." You say quickly fumbling with your phone, trying to put on the flashlight and finding her contact to call her as soon as possible.

"PENELOPE!" You scream into the phone in a panic.

"AH! Y/N why are you screaming into my headpiece right now?!"

"Spencer and I are stuck in the evidence room and he is having a panic attack right now so what do I do?! Can you get us out of here please!" You begged.

"Oh god…ok so this wasn't how this was suppose to go!" She replies back quickly.

"Penelope what are you talking about?! Did you plan this?"

"Well I wasn't planning on the door locking but I wanted to give you the right moment to make your move on Spencer but not like this!"

"Penelope I'm going to seriously unfriend you after this."

"I'm sorry! I'm gonna try and fix this right now just give me a few minutes, I will call you back right away."

"Is everything ok?" Spencer asks in-between quick and heavy breaths now that he has resorted to sitting on the floor while he tries to control his breathing but sadly all the dust and darkness isn't really helping at all and he seemed to be clutching his chest.

"We will get out of here soon, don't worry about that right now, just focus on me Spence." You say sitting in front of him and trying to do something but you didn't know what to do that could help in this situation.

His breathing only got quicker the more he seemed to panic and at that point you got an idea but maybe it was worth the risk of whatever would come afterwards but you decided to just do it anyways.

"Hey! Spencer look at me...just look at me..." Your voice trailed off as you seemed to lean in closer to him, your hands cupping his face, being pricked by his stubble as you made eye contact with him despite the lighting situation.

Without even having to think twice you quickly closed the gap between the both of you and your lips met his. At first he was completely stunned you could tell by his reaction since his teeth seemed to clash with yours but as you both eased into it a wave of relief hit his body and he was completely relaxed. You didn't let go of him only bringing him as close as humanly possible while your lips moved gently against his. Before the both of you almost ran out of breathe you slowly pulled away, his forehead leaning against yours as you were surprised with yourself that you even did something like that to begin with.

Spencer's eyes seemed to be darting everywhere looking at you but then looking all over your entire face, still in shock that you flat out kissed him.

"How...How did you do that?" He whispered out into the small space between you both.

"I-Uh...I read once that holding your breathe can stop a panic attack," You paused for a small moment almost getting lost in his brown eyes as you tried to focus on trying to shamelessly explain yourself.

"So when I kissed you...you held your breathe."

"I-I did?" He asked almost in disbelief that he even had the chance to kiss you.

"Yeah...you did."

"Thanks...you know that's really smart..." His voice trailed off almost echoing but you could help but blush and feeling absolutely flustered by the whole situation.

"Well I just-I read it somewhere and I felt a bit helpless not being able to help you so I thought this must be the only way." You twiddled your thumbs in your lap looking down as you bit your lip, it still tasting of coffee except it seemed more bitter tasting.

"Must be the only way, hmm," He hummed a bit in disbelief at your explanation but he reached his hand out to hold yours and gently squeezed.

"Do you believe now that I definitely don't have a 'thing' with Derek?" You question squeezing his hand right back as you couldn't help but smile at him despite not being able to see him too well in the darkness.

"I don't know I might need you to verify one more time just to make sure." He says with a chuckle coming off his lips.

"Wow you're much cheekier than I thought Spence." You say giggling a bit to yourself.

"You know when we finally get out of here do you maybe want to go to dinner with me sometime? I mean only if you want to-" He was still nervous and somehow stuttered out his sentence but you just pulled him in for a hug and kissed his cheek in the process.

"Yes, I would love that Spence." You say with a smile on your face as you squeeze him tightly in your arms.

Eventually Penelope came to the rescue with a giant crowbar in hand as she pried the door open, breaking the lock in the process. You had never seen Spencer happier to go into the meeting room and go straight to work in his entire life. Now that you both were finally out of the evidence room the next hurdle to jump over was to finally go on your first date with him knowing that it was confirmed that you two both had feelings for each other and it was a plus that he was a really good kisser too.

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #fluff #criminalmindsmaster

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eustassmoss · 1 year ago

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Hello friend! I was hoping I could request some fluff headcanons for Eustass Kid and an enby reader and what dates would be like for them? Thank you and I hope you have a good day!

Eustass Kid Fluff Headcanons:

a/n: ahh it’s so good to be writing again, i’m sorry if this seems like a mess, i’m alil rusty but thank you so much for requesting! i appreciate it so much i hope you have a wonder day!

- Eustass Kid is one that doesn’t care what gender you are, he’ll respect your pronouns and respect you for who you are, friend or enemy

- Eustass Kid is a rough and tough man, big and strong with some spice when he talks

- but he’s loyal and jokes around with his crew and partner

- his actions speak louder than his words when it comes to showing his love

- his rough hands being so gentle when they hold your hands

- he makes you little gifts and trinkets out of metal as a suprise or for a celebration of some kind

- sneaks them into your room to leave them as a lil surprise for the next morning

- taking you on some small dates around the islands the crew visits or finding a band and going to their concert

- and despite Kid’s confidence he actually does get nervous on the first date

- you’ll see a faint blush on his cheeks the entire date bc damn,, how did he get lucky enough to date such an amazing persons such as you

- during concert dates expect him to lift you onto his shoulders so you can see better

- big ass smirks every time he manages to fluster you or make you blush

- will snap someone's neck if they misgender you

- doesn’t admit it but he actually likes to cuddle

- be his lil backpack and spoon that man when he’s upset, he loves it (Kid: “stop telling people that!”)

- yal hear somethin? anyway… continuing

- Kid’s arm is always around your shoulder when you’re walking together

- protective, he lets you do your thing but he will keep an eye out for any creeps that may try something

- not afraid to put them in their place

- he’s a groper if you like it, will smack your ass or literally hold your cheeks while walking

- if you don’t like though, he will try and keep it in check or for the bedroom/alone time

- yall have to run from the marines alot because he always causes trouble no matter where he goes

- when you kiss him his hands always start at your waist, rubbing circles into your skin

- the kiss gets heated though and his hands travel everywhere, it’s like he can’t get enough of you

- Kid my deny it sometimes but he is madly in love with you, the crew can see it loud and clear

#moss writes one piece #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x gn reader #one piece headcanons #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid #eustass kid headcanons #eustass x reader #eustass kid x reader

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blazinbeautywrites · 1 year ago

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Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit. None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me unless stated otherwise. Full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

A/N: Be gentle with me yall lol. I'm rusty and this is my first story back after basically rebranding my blog. Hope yall enjoy.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage

Length: 1,133 words

Genre: Angst

Jaela was beyond done. This man had embarrassed her for the last time. She stared at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but be disappointed in herself for how her life turned out. How did she get here? When did she become this woman? After leaving her bathroom she walked out into her living room where 6 large boxes sat, full of her ex's things. Yahya Abdul Manteen II. The man who's responsible for the cold heart that now sat inside of Jaela's body. When she went to see him on set she heard him fucking another woman in his trailer. She was there to surprise him, only for her to be the one getting surprised. She left quietly, making sure none of the other cast and crew or his team saw her. She vowed that this was the last time she'd stand by while he cheats. She was over his constant infidelity and she hated that after each time he'd given himself to another woman, she'd take him back after his broken promises to do better. So she did what she had to do. She ghosted him. It'd been almost 2 weeks of him calling and texting non-stop. He even had his friends and his mother calling her. The only person she communicated with was his mother. She was the one who introduced them and she was disappointed in her son but had hope he and Jaela would work it out..

“So he’s convinced that you’re cheating on him and that’s why you’re not talking to him. Asked me to call and spy on you.” His mom spoke. She chuckled a bit remembering how desperate Yahya sounded.

“Well that’s rich coming from him. He fucks anything with legs and he’s worried that I’m sleeping with other people?” Jaela replied. She knows she's supposed to respect her elders but she was thrown off by his audacity.

“What are you going to do? Don’t you think he deserves to know that you no longer want to be with him?” She asks.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I know that's your son and I'm sorry for all the cussing. But you need to ask his trifling ass did I deserve to know he wanted to fuck other women before he decided to cheat! I would have rather he dumped me first but noooooo he wants to have his cake and eat it too. I’M FUCKING DONE!!!!” Jaela yelled. She hung up on her then resumed her packing.

She managed to fill a couple more boxes and put them in the living room with the others. She popped open a bottle of Stella Rosa Black and got the largest glass she could find. She filled it a bit over half way and started chugging her wine like it was water. Before she could finish off her glass, she heard a knock at the door. When she peeked through the peephole, she was disgusted. She opened the door without a word and let Yahya walk in.

“Well hello to you too. Mean ass. And here I am thinking you're sick or some shit.” He said.

“Boy, why are you here? I know you’re dumb, but you’re not that dumb.” Jaela snarked. She hated how smug he looked and wanted to wipe that shit right off of his face.

“Awww baby don’t be like that. I entertained this bratty shit for 2 weeks. It’s time for me to come back home.” Yayha teased.

“Home? And what bills do you pay my nigga? Cuz last time I fucking checked, I pay all the bills in this bitch. You need to leave. I told your ass I was done and meant it. So get all of this shit outta my house or I’m donating it to the Good Will.” Jaela yelled. He looked at her like she lost her damn mind. Ain’t no way this bitch just talked to him like that, he thought. He walked up on her and yoked her up, applying pressure to her upper arm.

“See, I know you don’t think I was just gonna let your ass walk away like that. Did you really think you were gonna dump me in a text and I wouldn’t pop up on your ass? What? You mad cuz I fuck other women from time to time? So the fuck what. You knew what you were getting into when you got with me. I love you and I come home to YOU! Yet you trying to leave ME?! Bitch I should have left YOU, especially after you killed our baby. But no, I stayed with you. Just like you stayed with me after all those other times.You wanna break up, fine. But just remember, no one will love you like I do.” Yahya seethed. Jaela promised she was done shedding tears over this man but at the mention of the son they lost, her eyes watered. She remembered that day. The ride to the hospital, hearing the news. She even remembered him blaming her for the loss and she got angry.

“FUCK YOU! I lost our child because of YOU! You stressed me out with your bullshit and our son paid the fucking price. And I’m glad no one will love me the way you did because that shit isn’t love! I fucking HATE you and I wish I never met you. You’ve fucked me up so bad in the head. For 3 years I let you ruin me and break me down. But no more. NO FUCKING MORE!” Jaela fumed. She’d had it with him. The fucking audacity of this piece of shit. He had never seen her this angry and he didn’t know what to do.

“Baby I-”

“Get the fuck out!” She sighed after calming herself down. She was exasperated and beyond exhausted. All she wanted to do was get her living room cleared out and try to enjoy the rest of her night.

“You not giving my shit away, Jaela.” He warned. She looked at him and laughed. He was taken aback but let it go.

“All of that and you’re worried about all this materialistic ass shit? Oh baby don’t worry, I’ll make sure your precious items make it back to you safely. Just leave.” She said, as she watched him walk out the door, she collapsed on the nearest sofa and let out a long shaky breath. In a way she felt relieved. On the other hand she felt heartbroken at the deterioration of her relationship. Yahya was the man she called her forever and he ruined that. She also held herself accountable for all the bare minimum things she accepted out of her fear of loneliness.

But tomorrow is a new day and it’s time for her to begin her healing.

#bre writes #yahya abdul mateen ii #yahya abdul manteen ii imagine #yahya abdul manteen ii scenarios

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pooonnyboooyyy · 2 months ago

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Y’all the saddest damn stEx Greasedinah story just popped into my head and now I have to tell yall because I can’t be crying on my own.

So y’all know how at during the downhill final Electra electrocutes Pearl by accident? Well in this AU the lighting gets accidentally get redirected and hits a spectating Dinah and the consequences are a lot more severe. This is from Rusty’s pov.

The sound of lightning crashing stopped us all in our tracks, even Greaseball stopped, and then we heard a scream and very loud scream and whoever screamed seemed to be in horrible pain. Greaseball perks up, I think he knows who screamed, “Dinah” he whispers and within a second disconnects from Pearl and speeds of the track. “Dinah’s hurt” Dustin whispers to me, we quickly exit the track, helping Pearl up on the way. The three of us pushed our way through the crowd to see a depressing scene. Dinah was lying, limp on the ground, barely conscious in Ashley’s arms with Buffy beside her, Greaseball is trying to get Ashley to give her to him, she was refusing until Memphis Belle rolled over and whispered something into Ashley’s ear. Ashley handed over Dinah’s limp body to Greaseball, “Gr..easeba..ll?” Mutters Dinah, Greaseball shushed her “it’s okay Dinah, you need to conserve your strength Di” he whispered. “Can we get a repair truck please!?” Yells Ashley, Wrench rolls forward. I can’t believe it! Electra’s own repair truck was helping somebody else out! She’s kneels next to them, putting her hand on Dinah’s head. Pearl burrows her head into my shoulder, “how is she?” Greaseball asks. Wrench shakes her head, “Electra is very powerful, a hit of electricity from him is a death sentence. I’m sorry” Wrench sighs as she stands up. “What!?” Yells Greaseball, a uproar begins, Ashley and Buffy start to cry as Belle hugs them, I can feel Pearl crying into my shoulder. The rest of the freight all look at Poppa, I guess they’re waiting to hear what Poppa say, Poppa looks down in silence. Greaseball is still yelling at Wrench saying that he’s going to kill her boss until Dinah gets his attention. “Greaseball, it’s…ok” she whispers and suddenly the hole yard went silent. “Dinah! I’m so..I’m so..S.sorry. You deserve so much better” Greaseball cries. This is shocking, not only to see Greaseball apologize but to see him cry. And suddenly I don’t see the macho man and the lovesick waitress but I see the young train who would do anything in the world to have the pretty but sassy coach to be his partner, he didn’t win until Dinah became his partner. “I’m so…I’m so h-happy” Dinah gives him a weak smile, “and why’s that, Miss America?” He smiles back at her, I guess in a attempt to keep her calm. “Because you.. you’re finally being your…yourself. K..kind and ge..gen. Gentle. No..nobody ever gets to see you like that, ex…except ma..maybe me” she musters out. Greaseball smiles down at her, “I love you, Dinah, no coach could ever replace you” he kisses her forehead. “I..I l..love you too” she tries to say another word but before she can she starts violently convulsing, we can see the electricity surging through her. This doesn’t stop Greaseball who still is holding her to his chest while she shakes like a mad woman. One last large electrical current powers through her before she stops, her body goes limp again, her lights turn off and she’s gone. Greaseball starts to cry even harder than before, “THIS IS CONTROL THIS IS-” “SHUT IT!” We all yell. The rest of the night was a somber, endless affair. Greaseball refused to let go of her, the coaches were inconsolable and Pearl refused to even look up from my arm. It wasn’t till the early hours of the next day that Poppa finally convinced Greaseball to let go of her, he would never race again saying that his drive for competition died with her.

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partnersatfazbear · 2 years ago

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Thinking about Midnight Motorist again?

Ah, John’s post got me thinking... https://twitter.com/JohnAndrewYT/status/1625039396251508739?s=20&t=dnyVnduqcUVp3RS7aa22HA

He is gonna do a video soon, so please go watch it. His theories are like my last thread keeping me interested in the franchise’s discussion honestly--because he presents new takes or new evidence to support old takes.

My wife @katvara has always been adamant that Orange Guy / Mustard Man is Henry... and I’m starting to be on board with that theory.

The game does indeed take place “later that night” after Charlie’s murder. However, I always wondered where the flying fuck was Henry when his daughter was left “alone” at the pizzeria to die? Sure, the Security Puppet was watching the children, the staff was probably not giving two shits but supposed to be watching the children...

But if we play as Henry, perhaps something upset him. Maybe his wife was thinking of leaving him? (Or perhaps, any friendship with William was starting to unravel). So, he goes to get drunk, cuz why not? Drives home.

We see maybe a very annoyed Mrs. Emily. The girl’s room is empty because Charlotte is at the pizzeria. God damn I’m rusty getting FNAF 4 confused with MM. I’m tired, yall. Don’t write theories past midnight! [A lot of people suspect this is the same house in FNAF 4 but never bring up the girl’s room anyway... Heck, if the paralells are to be believed in FF books, Elizabeth got sent away / ran away from home...] But STILL, I think it would be interesting to consider. (Yeah, I know this seems odd; why wouldn’t anyone be asking about her? But I’ll pose this stretch nonetheless. You COULD argue Henry just found out she was murdered a few hours prior--this explains how the other child (who I’m positing as Sammy) is “having a bad night” and the wife seems nonchalant because she’s in shock.

Sammy probably loved to run off to the restaraunt as much as any kid whose dad worked at the pizzeria would. This would explain why the child wants to go (as one thing with BV is that he is scared of the animatronics always bothered me; he has no reason to want to run off, except from an abusive father).

Yeah, we have to use Novel Trilogy lore, I’m sorry. And yeah, it differs from the book a bit, even.

But whose to say William, with either the Glitchtrap suit (the rain and the Springlocks still bothers me) lead Sammy away? Sammy would be familiar with Spring Bonnie (or Glitchtrap--I’m adamant this is an old suit William made as a prototype at one point) and probably go pretty willingly.

Anyway, my point is... In the novels, the wife takes Sammy and leaves (presumably). But in the games, maybe she didn’t get the chance. Maybe William killed Sammy, too. I can see people not harping on Henry for bringing him up later in 6 if this was the case--perhaps they weren’t as close for some reason. There really isn’t that good of an explanation except that Charlotte was murdered first and therefore hurt a little more. Can you imagine finding out your daughter died, probably getting grilled in a police station for hours, only to go home and have to face your family that was already falling apart? :o (And I believe I said in my original post how I couldn’t believe Henry would be... well, as angry as Mustard Man, but... Well, he is far from the saint we all make him out to be! I didn’t really realize that, then... Also, someone who grew up with an alcoholic father and has seen their best friend’s life fucked up by an alcoholic stepfather... yeah, they can be nasty people when they drink.)

Lastly, I think it makes Henry’s appearance in FNAF 6 more striking as it would be foreshadowed here.

View my original thoughts on MM I’ve completely forgotten about, here:

https://at.tumblr.com/partnersatfazbear/midnight-motorist-an-essay/e8oe8tee56qc

IDK, I can see how there’s a lot of stretches in this theory, but I still think it could work. Thoughts?

#midnight motorist #fuhnaff #fnaf theory #part 2 #sammy #the silver eyes #spoilers #henry emily #william afton

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redwood-wil · 2 months ago

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Siri record a voice message. Siri record a message Siri I’ve taken a three week sabbatical to reflect on my choices. In the meantime, I’ve taken therapy. I’ve come to the conclusion that ALRHOGH you are a nasty little bald boy who is wearing a wig a WIG I tell you, a very good wig bc you got gorgeous hair but a WIG nonetheless and I can’t BELIEVE you’d lie abt something like this, you were the last politician I trusted HOW could you pretend you aren’t bald how could you do this to me don’t you know who I am? How many scandals I’ve been through? How many conglomerates I’ve brought down? As if I weren’t a crucial part of the club penguin callout org. (before the tax fraud and Disney trafficking allegations I had nothing to do with that). You have the hair of a homophobic model UN / student council / class president little shit and it just brings up bad memories for me. Okay. If you took off that gayass uniform and changed into some more WASPish clothes you’d look like the first image that pops up when you type “stock photos of a white man smiling” in the search bar. You’re just a Guy. I love you(r hair) but at the same time I want to cast it (the wig) into the flames of hell for the deceit you are bringing upon your people. I don’t like the fact that you’re British. It makes it worse but also worse in the other way. Like you look like an American. You look like you’d be in a gas station wearing a basic ass jacket and smoking weed with five other guys on top of a rusty car with a whole bunch of broken glass around yall? Are you Catholic? Anyway going back to the therapy reflection part I’m sorry for bringing up the wife as a former child and now harbinger of divorce I know how brittle such topics can be. I want to chew your “hair” off and then cry because I hate the texture and then eat your arm in frustration but my past comments were inexcusable and I should have stuck to the actual argument, the actual criticism: your wig/baldness. Show me that forehead motherfucker. All things aside, true intellectual debate occurs when people shed their personal strife and biases and take on the role of something abstract, a third person narrator with no prejudices or convictions about anything. We talk about serious, abstract topics here, and we if we are to understand the abstract, we must become it. An example of an abstract idea is a lie. Such as the one you are perpetuating about your hair. End recording. Siri end recording

Merry Christmas!gayboy

I will cry

#Also I think it’s quite odd you told me I look like a stoner then proceeded to ask me if i’m catholic #presidential speeches #anonymous

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retroellie · 2 years ago

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Requesting a imagine with Ellie and reader in a semi toxic relationship. They get into an intense argument that leads to rough make up sex with dirty talk :))

Summary: After weeks of not talking to ellie, the frustration builds up and she finally ruins you.

A/N: Thank you for the ask (: this is the filthiest thing i have ever created and I'm so sorry lmao. I'm trying to get into the groove of writing again so I'm still rusty lol. Also, i had the first part written out months ago.

Warnings: NSFW, Dom!ellie, Slapping, toxic shit, use of sex toys, cunnilingus, slapping, spitting and choking.

Word count: 4.7K

It had been days, maybe weeks since you two had even had a full on conversation let alone felt each other. Ever since Tommy came bearing information about Abby, Ellie had been cold.... distant. She would no longer cuddle up next to you in bed or pepper your face with kisses.

She was so cold but you followed her anyway. you followed her into the depths of hell, you always would no matter what. You traveled through the hot beaches of santa barbara for days, finding only beans and old chips to eat. At night you would shiver underneath your own jacket, back to back with ellie.

You were slowly reaching your limit, day by day you could feel yourself go more insane. You found yourself sometimes crying silently at night, missing the home you had built with ellie. You even found yourself hitting an infected person so violently and so much more than that was needed that elie had to stop you before you actually hurt yourself.

Ellie wasn't doing any better than you but she was building up her anger for Abby, ready to bash her skull in. She dreamed of what she was going to do and it honestly scared her, her hunger for revenge was actually affecting you at this point.

You both were so tired and so hurt in so many ways, mentally and physically. It was only a matter of time before one of you snapped, the anger and fear and fading love ready to snap. So it didn’t come as a surprise when Ellie snapped at you but it still hurt so bad.

“Ellie I’m sorry... It was an accident.” Your voice was no more than a whisper, embarrassment coursing through your body.

“You think sorry’s gonna get my gun back?!?” She yelled, voice becoming higher each time she talked.

You really didn’t mean to lose her gun, it was in your back pocket while Ellie made a way through the door of a house yall were going to stay at. It must have just slipped out, it really wasn’t that big of a deal but Ellie was under a lot of stress.

“You can have mine! I’m bad with pistols anyways.” You wanted to hug her or kiss her or even punch her stupid face for yelling at you, but you only stood there.

She rubbed her temples, frustration evident on her face. You were so close to snapping, it was literally on the tip of your tongue to tell her how much of a bitch she was being. You were trying to cut her some slack, she's hurt and scared and angry and horrified at the thought of coming face to face with abby.

You sat down on the decaying bed of the abandoned house you guys were at, it felt so lonely here even with ellie. You watched as she slowly paced back and forth, you could tell she was also holding back weeks of cruel words.

"I shouldn't have brought you," She spat. "We wouldn't have had to have this conversation if you weren't so damn messy."

The words hurt you terribly. It felt like the first time you had your heart broken but this time it was even worse, it was by ellie. Your eyes prickled with tears, you knew what she was going through but did she even care about how you felt?!?!

"Fuck you!" You screamed, you shot to your feet. "Do you think I wanna be here?! I'm only here so you don't get yourself fucking killed."

Ellie stood there, anger in her eyes and hand wrapped around her knife so tightly. You knew she wasn't going to do anything to you, she loves you too much but for a split second you could see her slitting your throat right then and there. You let your tears run down your face, not bothering to hide how much she hurt you.

"I'd be better without you!" She screamed, honestly shocking you because Ellie has never raised her voice at you before. "You're the one who's actually going to get me killed! You're just holding me back!"

That sent you off the edge, you wanted her to slit your throat you begged for her to. Your tears streamed down your face, soaking your tiny tank top you had been wearing. You and Ellie just stood there, not sure what to do next.

You loved Ellie and she loved you but something about this trip damaged your relationship and you two were too tired to fix it. She saw the hurt in your eyes, it almost broke her heart to see it and know she was the one to do that to you.

"Fuck you ellie..." You sobbed out, new sets of tears streaking your face.

You quickly grabbed your backpack, holstering it on your shoulder. You were leaving, not sure where to go but you didn't want to be near her anymore. That was the first time in your entire 6 years of knowing Ellie where you didn't want to be near her, it hurt to be near her anymore.

"Where are you going?" She asked, no not asked, she demanded the answer.

"I'm leaving." You simply said, voice still shaking. "I'd rather get killed than spend another minute with you."

You do agree that was super harsh but you were angry, you just wanted out. You could feel her heart break but you wanted her to hurt like you did so you simply just tried to leave. You tried pushing past her but she was quick, she grabbed your arm.

"Ellie...Let me go." You said, venom in your voice.

"No." She said, staring down at you.

You gritted your teeth while her nails dug into your arm. You wouldn't be surprised if it left a bruise tomorrow. You struggled to get her hand off your arm, wanting nothing more than to leave.

"Ellie! let me go!!" You yelled, frustration evident in your voice.

She gripped on harder, not allowing you to leave. The thing you did next was something you would never do like ever. You whipped your hand around and striked it across her cheek. You felt your heart drop, your hand was actually stinging.

She bunched over, holding onto her cheek. That was way too far, you shouldn't have done it but you just wanted to leave. You reached over to her, hand on her back as she hunched over at the hiss of pain she was feeling.

"Ellie....i am so sorry." You whispered.

Everything went so fast and your emotions got the best of you. your tears had stopped, pure shock making you forget about the fight. You never wanted to hurt her like ever. She stood up straight, slowly revealing her cheek to you. It was red and her eyes stinged with tears. You brought your hand up to your mouth, shocked at the thing you did.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to." You softly said, hand still covering your mouth. "I just was an..."

You didn't get to finish your sentence before Ellie grabbed you and mushed her lips to yours. You could swear you could go into shock, you slapping her and now her kissing you was so much. It took you a minute to realize what was going on but once it finally settled you pulled her closer.

Your mouths moved sloppily, teeth clashing and hearts beating a mile a minute. You hated her... but you loved her so fucking much. She grabbed onto your backpack straps and slid it off your body before grabbing your hips roughly. You wrapped your arms around her neck bringing her unbelievably close to her.

She moved her tongue into your mouth, exploring your mouth like it was the first time. You yanked at her hair softly, legs wobbly from all the emotions you had felt in the course of 10 minutes.

Ellie's hand traveled up your waist, moving your shirt as she did so. her cold hands making you shiver and goosebumps form on your skin. You let go over her for a minute so that she could fully take off your shirt, hands in the air so she could do so.

She pulled your shirt off, eyes going straight to your boobs. The sports bra looked so pretty against your skin, she had plans to literally ruin you. She bent down to give them each a slight kiss then bringing a hand up to grope one as she let her kisses linger.

Her kisses made their way up to your neck, searching for a sweet spot and when she found it she bit and sucked at it. You whipped, hands grabbing onto her shoulders. Then she completely stopped.

"Get on your knees." She spoke, venom still coated her words but this time it was mixed with passion.

You did exactly what she said, not wanting to upset her more but also knowing the punishment in store for you. The skin of your knees poked through the rips of your jeans, pieces of wood and broken glass cutting them.

Ellie looked down at you, her cheek was red and blood dripped from her lip. You could taste blood in your mouth, it only added to the excitement. Ellie lowered her hand to her jeans, unbuttoning them and then zipping them down.

You reached up to help her pull her pants down but she smacked your hands away, stopping in her tracks to scold down at you. Your stomach dropped, cheeks burning in embarrassment. She didn't stop at just scolding you, no she had to hurt you like you did her. She grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling it so unbelievably tight it burned your scalp.

"Don't fucking touch me you stupid slut." Her voice boomed through the room. "You don't get to touch me, so just be the good little slut you are and do the only thing you're good at and eat my pussy. Okay?"

You nodded, loving the way she still asked for consent even when she is being mean (consent is key). That answer wasn't good enough for Ellie though, she wanted to hurt you, ruin you until you were sore for days.

"I didn't hear you, you fucking dumb slut." She yelled, what she did next was new to you.

She gripped onto your hair tighter, slappin you right in the right cheek. The pain rushing straight to your core, you weren't completely opposed to the slap... it was exciting to say the least.

"Yes.... Yes mommy." You said after realizing what had happened.

Ellie smirked, letting go of your hair. Your scalp throbed, you knew how rough ellie could be but this was new. You watched as she pulled her pants all the way down, stepping out of them. You were face to face with her soaking cunt. Your mouth watered, wanting nothing more than to dive into her. You resisted to reach up to touch her, nails digging into your own thighs.

She looked down at you, licking down blood off her lip. She gripped your hair once more, the same force being applied as before. You looked up at her with big doe eyes, almost looking like a lost puppy. If Ellie could scratch that look right off your face she would.

"Open your mouth." She demanded.

You did, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out just for her. Ellie bent over, pursing her lips together to allow a string of spit to fall into your mouth. You took it all, not wanting to disappoint her like you already have. You swallowed it, allowing it to slide down your throat.

A whole new layer of wetness glaze over ellies cunt, that was the hottest thing she has ever seen you do. You swallowed her spit and took it like it was water. She loved you like this, she loved how you worshiped her every move like this and trusted her enough for her to be able to do the nastiest shit to you.

She lowered her fingers to her heat, watching your eyes follow her movements. She started running her fingers through her slit, lightly rubbing her clit.

"Pull your tits out for me..." She spoke, fingers working her clit.

You reached up to pull your boobs out of your sports bra, Ellie moaned softly at your actions. You pulled your arms out of the straps of the bra, allowing the bra to rest on your stomach. Her eyes devoured over your tits, almost like there was no person behind them, just a pair of tits she could use for her pleasure.

She watched as you squeezed your boobs together slightly, chest heaving up and down, sweat dripping down them. Her hand sped up on her clit, making small tight circles on it. She could already feel the coil in her stomach form. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, she's not usually this quick to cum but right now the frustration was getting to her.

She moved the hand that was working her clit away from her core to shove your face between her thighs instead. The sudden movement caught you off guard but it didn't take you long to work your tongue on her clit. You first stuck out your tongue to lick up her slit, collecting her juices on your tongue. Than you started tongue fucking her, sticking out your tongue as far as you can so she could grind her cunt on your face.

She put her free hand on your shoulder so she could balance herself better, one hand still tightly gripping on your hair. She grinded against your face, nose hitting her clit so perfectly. This went on for a couple more seconds, her towering over you and you between her thighs being used as a fuck toy for her. Her moans started to get higher, turning into more of a scream, her cunt clenched over your tongue.

You knew that coil in her stomach was about to burst, you could see it on her face. You stared up at her, watching her come undone on your tongue, feeling her too. She did one last hard thrust before her legs shook and her juices leaked into your mouth. You didn't stop there, tongue fucking her through her orgasm. She shook violently, trying to keep herself balanced while going through a mind blowing, much needed, orgasm.

Her grip on your hair eased up a bit but not by much. She opened her eyes, face bright red, body covered in goosebumps. She removed your face from between her thighs, watching strings of her cum stretch out and connect to your mouth. Your face was covered with her, it even leaked down your neck onto your tits.

This sight of you caused a whole new layer of sleek to cover her cunt, wanting nothing more than to see your doe face and puppy dog eyes ruined.

"Get up...." She demanded, voice raspy.

You did as you were told, trying to get up with your shaky legs. You stood in front of her, arousal seeking through your pants, bra pulled down to your stomach, tits soaked with sweat and slick, hair knotted from where she was pulling on it. She smirked evilly, she had nasty plans for you.

"Take your clothes off, all of them." She spoke, eyes boring into you.

You did as you were told once again, stripping yourself of your pants and bra. Ellie made her way to your backpack that was on the floor, pulling out 3 items, a vibe, a strap on and your own knife. Even if you were so angry with her you obviously brought the toys for times like this. The knife made you a bit nervous, you had no idea what she was planning for you.

She came back to you, all three items in her hand. She was taken back by your form for a minute, even through the frustration she still had to admire you. You were fucking hot and she knew it, she would tell you all the time.

"You're gonna do what mommy says, aren't you?" She said moving closer to you.

She placed the knife on the side of your neck, allowing it to slowly drag along your skin. You winced at the sudden pain, the cold metal making you shiver. You could feel drops of thick blood making their way out of the cut she had created. She smirked at your reaction, moving her head to the wounded area. She dragged her tongue across it, collecting the blood on her tongue.

"You're also going to tell mommy if it gets to be too much or if you want her to stop, aren't you?" She reassured, even through this wicked play she had going on Ellie Williams still poked through.

"Yes mommy... I'll be a good girl for you." You spoke.

Ellie dragged her tongue all the way up to your mouth, collecting blood, sweat and slick on her tongue. She shoved her tongue deep into your mouth, allowing you to taste it all. It was a rush for you, it was your heroin. She wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you closer to her. You were getting lightheaded, her lips so soft and smooth it made you dizzy. Until she stopped completely.

"Lay down on your back on the bed for me then..." She spoke.

You almost jumped to do exactly that, excited for the pain and pleasure she had in store for you. You laid back on the bed, legs dangling over the edge. Ellie stepped back for a minute, just to place the strap on her hips and then she was right above you again.

She looked down at your dripping cunt, spreading your legs wider to get a better look at it. You watched her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed by how you were already soaked just by looking at her and tasting her.

"Such a dirty little slut huh? making a mess already." She tisked, dipping one of her hands to your cunt and feeling your wetness. "Don't worry mommys going to give you everything your little cunt desires and more. and you're gonna take it won't you?"

The words went straight to your cunt, coating your juices on her fingers. She played with your clit, leaving feather-like touches on it. even the slightest touch made your hips back into her fingers. she chuckled slowly, stopping her movements when she noticed how much you were actually enjoying it. You sighed at the lack of her touches.

She grabbed the vibe that was sittin next to you, before placing it on your bare exposed clit. She spread your legs even more, watching as your lips opened to expose all of you to her. The plastic on your cunt sent shivers down your body.

"Hold your legs open for mommy or i'm going to stop and the dirty little slut won't get anything." Her voice was coated with venom still but you felt oddly confronted by it.

"Yes mommy.... I'll sit still." You replied, voice already shaking.

She smiled down at you, she moved the strap to line up with your cunt. The cold head of the strap made your cunt clench slightly, that was until the small shock of the vibe turning on jerked our body back slightly. You let out a surprised yelp out, not expecting the shock. The pace was slow but didn't last very long since Ellie turned it up.

The vibrating on your bare clit hurt but in a way that sent pleasure shocks through your body. It felt nice in the worst way possible. Ellie teased you with the strap, only allowing the head to thrust in and out of you. You bit down on your lip to suppress the moans coming from you, you were embarrassed, exposed and so turned on. It all sent shocks down your body. You felt a particular hard slap across your face, opening your eyes to see it was Ellie slapping you once more.

"Don't try to hide those filthy moans, fucking whore." she almost spit out. .

It hurt, the slap hurt and the words hurt too but you oddly loved it. You went to speak but were met with the vibe being turned up to the highest it could go. You let the moans seep through your mouth, not wanting to get hit again. You grabbed onto the sheets, twisting them up into your fist.

You had been waiting to be ruined like this all week, wanting nothing more than to be overstimulated and broken down. You just wanted Ellie to be near you, even if that means you have to get punished to do so. Ellie pushed the strap into you further, now the middle of the shaft was far inside you.

You let out a high pitched yelp, it hit your g-spot head on. Ellies body heated up just watching you, her hand gripping your thigh, pushing it down onto the bed. She was in such a daze of anger and arousal, it was an adrenaline rush. She continued the speed she was on right now and honestly embarrassing enough, you were on the edge of cumming just then.

The fast vibrations on your bare clit and the strap being slightly thrusted in and out of you, it was all too much at the same time. Any sudden movement or change would have you cumming within seconds. Ellie noticed how close you were and how in a split second she could have you cumming, so she moved her hips in a sudden jerk so the entire strap was deep inside you.

This caused a huge and sudden orgasm to rip through your body. You came and came hard with a loud scream. Ellie watched as you did so, her face blushing so hard as she watched your cunt go crazy on the strap and your chest heave up and down violently. Your vision went black for a moment and your legs attempted to close but Ellie had been holding them down.

"Has the stupid slut had enough?" She asked, pulling you back to reality.

You couldn't speak, your voice taken by the scream escaping you. You were honestly scared a herd would be able to hear you. That added onto the arousal through, the act of getting not only caught but your throat being ripped out by one of the infected. Kinda hot... kinda scary?? The strap was still nestled deep inside you and the vibe still on your sore bare clit.

"Well...you're gonna take what mommy gives you." She whispered, moving her hand up to your throat.

She gripped on to your throat with more force than usual, she used this leverage to shove the strap deep inside you only to take it out and shove it all the back in. This made your eyes go cross eyes, it hurt the spot in your that made you squeal so perfectly.

Ellie kept it at a steady pace at first, being a little nice to you since she was abusing your cunt more than usual. She kept it nice and fast just for you, the vibe rubbing against your clit. Your body felt like it was on fire, the overstimulation was completely draining you.

She held you as still as she could so she could continue to hit that spot deep inside you. Ellies hips burned just as your body did, doing this after not only an orgasm but also a 2 week walking journey. It was exhausting but much needed, you can only take your anger out on the infected for so long.

"You're such a filthy whore you know that?" She breathed out thrusting her hips faster. "A dirty little whore who doesn't know her place in the world."

Your cunt clenched around the strap, another coil in your stomach forming. Her hand around your neck continued to tighten with every movement of her hips. Your legs were shaking violently, back arching into her.

"You go on this trip with me, wanting to help me but instead fucking everything up!" She spat, anger coating her words.

You were starting to tear up, the mix of hurtful words and your cunt being abused making it so sensitive it hurt. You wanted to cum again though, you needed her to fuck you until you couldn't walk straight.

"The only thing you will ever be good for is this sweet little cunt." She said with a harsh thrust.

That pushed you off the edge, causing you to cum with a cry. You shook, almost unable to control your movements. it felt so good to just let go but it was the scariest thing ever. You felt your soul leave your body for a split second. She just chuckled, keeping the same pace and same position. Not slowing down for a second.

You thought she would stop, fucking you through your orgasm and than allowing you to cool down until you went again. Ellie had other plans, she wanted to completely drain you. She kept going, shoving the strap so deep down you. Her thrust had a rhythm, 4 fast, hard thrust followed by a deep hard thrust.

This had you seeing stars, your clit was so overstimulated and your cunt was sore. Yet you still craved to cum once more, you wanted her deep inside you. She bent down to kiss your boobs, suckling on one of them. It was too much, an orgasm was already bubbling down in your core once more.

The hand on your neck tightened, thrust became more messy as she became more interested in your tits, the vibe rubbing against our overstimulated clit. it had you breathless, not able to control your body anymore. Your tos were permanently curled and your back was aching from how hard you had arched it.

"Just one more time baby." She coaxed you, the first nice thing she had ever said tonight. " Cum one more time on my cock."

Her words made that familiar coil in your stomach snap but this time it was a bit different. This time your pussy clenched down hard and your body completely tensed. You threw your hands up to grab onto Ellie despite her saying she didn't want you too, you had too. You dug your nails into her before letting out the loudest scream of the night.

You came all over the strap and Ellie, squirting out onto both of them. Ellie continued her pace, allowing the vibe to slow down but keep it there. She fucked you through the orgasm, waiting for your body to become limp. Your vision went black once more, hearing going out for a split second and body going completely limp.

Ellie pulled out of your and turned off the vibe. She stared down at you for a split second, seeing how angelic you looked. Even after not showering for days and only eating old beans, you still looked beautiful. She wanted to ruin you, to hurt you but even after all of it she still wanted to make sure you knew you were safe with her.

"Come back to me honey." She whispered.

You hummed softly, turning your head to her voice. She saw the dry blood on the mark she made and her hand print on your throat. She felt bad yes but she also felt so powerful, so fucking good that she brought you pleasure mixed with pain. She laid her head on your shoulder, waiting for your daze to lift up.

She thought about your fight you guys had, she shouldn't have pushed you away. You were just trying to help and she didn't even appreciate that. Maybe she was too caught up on Abby and Joel, but can you blame her? But can she blame you for hitting her? I guess you were both in the wrong.

"Are you still mad at me?" You asked, still out of it but coming back.

"I was never mad at you honey..." She replied.

She snuggled up to you, tossing her jacket over the both of you. She played with your hair, hearing as your breath went back to normal.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you, it's just been so hard..." She said, tears filling her eyes slightly.

"I know my love... but you have to talk to me." You replied, finally opening your eyes.

Honestly you felt like the whole world was spinning right now, you didn't like it but you were here with her and that's all that matters. You guys were going to be just fine, life will go on.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou ellie #the last of us fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fic #the last of us fanfic

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bdudette · 2 years ago

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Caving Love - E. M.

MASTERLIST || STRANGER THINGS

Summary: In where she loves him but never said it. Maybe until his incoming death they will both confess ?

Character: Eddie Munson x F! Reader

Warning Tags: Fluffy but Angst ?!?! Curse words, Steve sucking at relationships but still giving advice ?, kinda cute ngl, Bad ending —maybe ??? , character death in the future ???, spoiler s4, detailed song fic. This is cringe overall cuz I’m still rusty —

A|N: I have nothing to say other than this was so long I had to cut it up lol. This is my first music related fic so idk how to do this — yeah. It was between Accidentally In Love and As The World Caves In — yall can see who won lol. Just used half of the song btw 👀

Part 1 Here ⇝ 2

My feet are aching.

And your back is pretty tired.

And we’ve drunk a couple bottles, babe.

And set our griefs aside.

Falling in Love. Falling in Love with someone was something people couldn’t avoid nor could they do anything about, especially when it came to changing with whom they fell for in the first place. Eddie Munson. Eddie was the one she had started liking since she was young as her younger self had gained a giant crush on him as the guy basically showed off his true self with little shame and full confidence. Both growing up to become high schoolers of different sociable places that didn’t allow them to interact as much as they would’ve liked.

So when all of a sudden, he was linked to a murder he didn’t cause and was soon roped into this upside down world, she was scared. Scared of this love that shouldn’t get in the way of this new mission to save the world. Scared of what could happen to Eddie Munson in this said cruel world of monsters similar to the board game the man played.

But who knew that Eddie also felt the same with these romantic feelings, he had since years back and just never mentioned it to her no matter how many times they’ve interacted before — which wasn’t extremely a lot but he still held a deep crush for her and he feared the rejection he was sure to come if he had ever confessed.

So when this opportunity came, he decided to shoot his shot. In this new world of death.

“ Hey, uh — [Y|N], right ? I mean — of course it’s [Y|N] what else would it be since we’ve already met a bunch of times before with group projects and all and well — I’m rambling — I’m uh — Eddie, “ Eddie smile awkwardly, biting the inward of his bottom lips as his face felt hot and his chest felt even hotter with embarrassment on how he was talking non stop to this beautiful person in front of him that he had a huge crush on since a long time.

It didn’t help that dustin was in the back looking at him with a ‘ wtf ? ‘ expression at how Eddie was interacting with [Y|N] as the group walked through the woods of Hawkins.

But the young woman didn’t mind this, deciding to smile at Eddie with a slightly nervous expression herself, “ Of course I know who you are, Eddie Munson, yeah ? I’ve uh - seen you play for the Corroded Coffin, in middle school, “ at this revelation, Eddie gaped at her, doe - dark eyes staring at her with awe and wonder as his own heart organ gave abnormal beats that he was sure were 100% related to a heart disease called love.

[Y|N] was fumbling a little with her words, nervous that Eddie would think weird of her to even remember his still existing group, so she just kept on taking, “ I - uh - I remember since I did write a letter to your group, I really loved watching you guys perform, you guys were the ones who kinda got me into hard core rock and metal music , so — yeah , that’s weird, I’m sorry, “ she gritted her teeth, keeping her lips closed as she tried not to speak anymore as to not embarrass herself but the only thing she really did was caused the school’s ‘ weird ‘ metal kid to fall even more in love than he already was from just watching her afar.

He stopped his steps for a moment — along with [Y|N] — whilst they spoke. Staring at the gorgeous girl in front of him.

He gave out a shaky sigh, moving one of his ringed fingers up to his lips and in between his teeth as he stared at her with so much adoration in his beautiful big eyes even though she couldn’t really see it since she was looking away in awkwardness, he hissed out air from his mouth before forcing his hand away from his face as he shook his hands in front of him and jumped a little on his spot , “ No , no , no — Jes — You’re good, fuck — “

His sudden outburst caused [Y|N] to look at Eddie in sudden fright and confusion, causing the young adult to back up a little before taking a step closer to her again, “ you’re more than good, you’re fantastic ! That was you !? You really inspired my band group to keep on playing ! You — you …. You seriously are amazing, [Y|N]. “

They were both flushed at this point , excited at the fact that they were talking to one another and yet oblivious to the fact that they had a thing for each other. And they kept on walking towards the moving group. Glancing at one another ever so often. Their interaction caused some of the people in the group to smile at how sweet they seemed yet most of them gagged and rolled their eyes at their obvious, cutesy shit that they didn’t have time for.

They both couldn’t help — really couldn’t — but want this moment to last longer. Far longer than what came after.

The papers say it’s doomsday.

The button has been pressed.

We’re gonna nuke each other up, boys.

‘Til old Satan stands impressed.

It wasn’t long before things started to get even worse for them. To Eddie’s own surprise — they started fighting bats. Freaking bats ! What the fuck did he get himself into !? Well — he didn’t actually get into this shit willingly that’s for sure — but damn ! And then they found out that they were stuck in 1983 ? At least they were able to contact the kiddos before anything and started heading to his trailer — but — DAMN !

He didn’t get the chance to interact with [Y|N] at all !! What the actual fuck !? He is blaming it on the girls for taking her attention with all the talking — or maybe he should really just blame himself since he was too nervous to go up to talk to her again and decided to stick himself on Steve’s side — who seemed to notice his disappointment and hesitation.

Steve glanced at Eddie when he heard the 50th sigh coming out of the metal guitarist. Eyebrow twitching a little bit from annoyance but thankfully he has grown patient from having taken care of the kiddos for a while now. Though — that patience quickly snapped when he heard the weirdo starting to sigh again, “ What’s the matter ? “ he spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice, this being the second time they were speaking to one another after the previous one where Eddie encouraged his pinning towards Nancy Wheeler — basically.

“ What ? What ? Nothings the matter ? What do you mean ? Everything’s fine ? Nothings the matter with me, pft, what’s the matter with you -? “ Steve rolled his eyes at the rambling as he continued to walk next to Eddie, “ Spill it Munson, you basically broke the worlds record on a person sighing within 10 seconds. “

Eddie wondered for a moment — is a record like that even a thing ? — before shaking his head before stifling a sigh at the feeling of Steve glaring at him when he saw him almost open his mouth to do that again. “ Well — it’s [Y|N]. She’s what’s matter with me — and not even in a bad way ? She — I — I just don’t know ? Usually I’m good at talking with everyone and all but — “ he looked forward, heart stuttering at the sight of the said woman walking next to Nancy and robin with a determined expression.

“ Fuck — anytime I try to talk to her I keep embarrassing myself ! “ he whisper-yelled, looking back at Steve who only looked at him with a quirked brow. “ And I can’t help it — she’s just so fucking awesome and sweet and just so kind I — I wanna tell her I like her — basically love her — but — what if she doesn’t like me back ? “ Eddie groaned, moving his hands up to rub his face, trying to avoid rubbing his rings on his eyes.

“ I don’t even know why I’m talking about this to you when you don’t even have a solid relationship yet, no offense, “ he slumped while Steve looked at him with a gaped, offended expression as he laid a hand on his exposed hairy chest, “ a lot of offense taken ! “

Steve decided to push that aside and try to give some good advice in romance to the other boy. “ Look, Munson — what you have to do is just talk to her. You did that earlier and it went well ! Well — kind of ? It wasn’t bad — just a little awkward ? Besides ! She looks like she likes you too ! Trust me. “

Eddie looked at Steve with furrowed eyes. Looking back at [Y|N] before faltering in his intense staring when the said beautiful woman turned to glance at him and — and freaking waved at him too with that cute smile of hers — he gave out a shaky sigh this time.

Steve rolled his eyes at how helplessly in love Eddie looked, did he look at Nancy like that too ? Steve shook his head before patting at the metal lover slumped back, “ besides, how would you know she doesn’t like you if you never say anything ? Come on, we only have one life to live. “

Nodding before straightening up his back.

“ Yeah — You’re right. We only have one life. Gotta love it as hardcore metal as possible. Just like Death is. “

Steve looked confused and slightly concerned as he tilted his head towards Eddie as he didn’t even get the reference at all , “ What ? “

And here it is, our final night alive.

As the earth burns to the ground.

It wasn’t long before things got more complicated for everyone. Yet so intimate for the oblivious - and seeming - star crossed lovers.

Oh, boy, it’s you that I lie with.

As the atom bomb locks in.

Oh, boy, it’s you I watch tv with.

As the world, as the world caves in.

#eddie munson #show #eddie munson x reader #fanfic #stranger things

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kaijurakunsobs · 3 years ago

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Hello I’d like to make a request I was miss gendered today for the first time since changing my pronouns and stuff so I was wondering if u could right a reader that’s female to male who gets miss gendered (on purpose or on accident doesn’t matter) and how heisenberg and lady d would react (separately if u don’t mind) sorry if this is to much but thank you for reading.

I'm considering the idea of throwing hands at whoever is hurting yall, IN THIS HOUSE WE RESPECT PRONOUNS AND LEARN THEM LIKE I WOULD LEARN ALL THE LORE BEHIND THE RUSTY LAKE GAMES!

Darling, I'm so sorry this happened to you and don't worry, I gutchu my dude

Lady Dimitrescu

Alcina as always felt discontent with the presence of men in her home, the only exception to her rule is the Duke and you

she was a bit surprised when you told her the full truth about yourself but accepting nonetheless, almost immediately ordering every single maid to address you by your chosen name

no mistake should ever be made and those who dared to forget would meet a terrible end

it's late and dinner has been served, the Daughters all talk happily, making you laugh at their antics, sharing your own stories about the day, and promising to hang out with them the next day

Alcina smiles softly as she listens to the conversation, waving to get the attention of a maid, the poor girl does quick work of refilling wine glasses

and she lets it slip..."Would you like some wine Lady Y/N?"

she goes ghost-white upon hearing Alcina get up from her chair, cursing the maid and telling her to get out of her face

the Daughters are by your side, all piled trying to hug you, but moving away when Alcina gets close, she's asking if you are ok? do you need time for yourself?

it's touching to hear her so worried and you accept her offers to turn in early

needless to say...a new batch of Sanguis Virginis is prepared that night

Karl Heisenberg

he's the one to give you a haircut every so often, Karl knows you prefer a shorter style over a shaggy one like his

for your part is just enjoyable to have his hand running through your hair, the sound of the scissors doing quick work if your hair, the strands quickly pilling around you

with a new haircut, you two are ready to visit the village, a small run to get supplies and pay some debts to the Duke

the villagers have never been comfortable with outsiders and even less when you went into the factory looking like what you were meant to look and came out looking more manly

you are thankful Heisenberg is with you today, it gets tiring to deal with this people alone

while waiting for a couple to finish talking to the Duke, you hear them say your name followed by " that weird girl"

it's out of habit that you grab Heisenberg's hand, smiling a bit in his direction

even the Duke seems horrified, doing quick work of ushering the couple away, all color draining from their faces when they see you pressed against the Lord's side

a deep snarl is directed at them and they freeze in place, "I hope this NEVER happens again", they both nod, quickly leaving

Heisenberg is quick to reassure you that he will do whatever you want him to, he won't tolerate such actions, but you just brush him off

he will never tell you, but he will make sure to remember their faces when the day if the purge comes

#re8 #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #answer stuff

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werelywrites · 3 years ago

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Anders x Reader. Family can’t leave well enough alone.

Hello! Tryna get back into writing! and it’s an Almighty Johnsons x reader fanfic!

What can I say @laurfilijames @blairsanne @sketch-and-write-lover

@i-did-not-mean-to and @midearthwritings all got me inspired to write something! Thank ya lovelies!! you guys inspire me and i ADORE yall! now, none of yall need to read this if ya donnae want to, thats not why i’m tagging yall. i’m just tagging yall cuz of the acknowledgement of how awesome and sweet yall are!!

A/N: I should let ya know that I’ve only just finished season one of Almight Johnsons so this takes place after season one since i don’t know the events after obviously. Also characters might be a bit OOC maybe? i’m rusty. Anders Johnson x Fem!Reader. implications of Dawn x Ty but only if ya lookin, I promise Midearthwritings, Ty can and is all yours!!!

Warnings: PG13. Some adult themes mentioned. i.e. sex, drugs, achohol. reader uses sign language too (you know, my usual brand of reader if youre familiar with my old writing) NO Y/N used (or anything of the like). I’m also terribly american so i’m unfamiliar with new zealand speech patterns, i’m sorry!!

I’m rusty at writing but enjoy!!

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Anders had been acting strange. Well, strange for Anders, normal for others, was the more accurate description.

Dawn had been seeing subtle signs of his abnormal behaviour but it was just that-subtle-that she wasn’t 100% sure what she was noticing was actually anything. So when she stopped by Ty’s business for lunch, Mike and Olaf were also there crushing his couches it seemed, she mentioned to them Anders’ behavior as of late to see if they’d validate her thoughts that he was, in fact, indeed acting strange.

The biggest tell was whenever Dawn and him would go to some PR function. Normally Anders would leave with someone else, even if Dawn was the one that drove with him to the party in the first place (he’d always let her know to get a cab though which she appreciated). But lately he’s leaving with her or separately, just not WITH anyone. At least no one that she encountered.

This behaviour wasn’t completely unheard of with him but it was only on occasion, but now it’s every time, at every party.

Oh, he was still a big flirt, that didn’t change. He’d be flirting up some model and she’d be getting a little too handsy with him that Dawn would think that they’d run off somewhere together to have sex, like he normally would do. But instead he’d back off and move on to socialize a different person, or just completely leave the party!

On top of that, he wouldn’t seem put out as if he somehow scored out. Quite the opposite, he always seemed to want to leave immediately, like he was impatient to be somewhere else.

Another thing she noticed was, although Anders is normally very secretive in the first place, he was even more so recently. She never really knew what Anders was up to until it became pertinent to her, so it wasn’t too terribly strange. Especially when it came to family stuff.

But at least when it was family stuff, Ty would let her know so she at least knew that Anders was doing something for/with the family. Recently though, he's been actively sneaking out. Practically always unavailable and it’s never for family stuff as it were.

The most subtle hint that something was off was he was smiling more, legitimately smiling too!

If Dawn hadn’t known him as well as she did she never would have noticed.

He’d be humming something while researching something for work. Suddenly would have a goofy smile while in the middle of paperwork. All small actions that Dawn would have thought, “they’re in love” with any other human being except Anders. And yet…

His brothers and cousin also seemed to agree that something was up to Anders, however they all chalked it up to that he must just be on some new drug or bringing in girls when Dawn’s not paying attention.

However they changed their mind immediately when Dawn threw in the big whammy of weirdness.

“That’s just how he is currently, you should have seen him just before. That was strange by itself but with how he’s acting now...Somethings wrong.” she said.

“Few months back, when you had suddenly dumped me for no reason,” she looked at Ty who gave her an apologetic look whilst squeezing her hand. “He was acting normal. A bit grumpy from something going on with you all. I imagine something was happening family wise at least since all of you were acting a bit strange.” Luckily, Dawn didn’t notice Ty cringing.

“After things seemed to smooth over whatever it was, a few weeks later, suddenly it was like he went cold turkey, he was extremely irritable and yet excited about something all the same.” She had a contemplated look for a moment before stating, “like how single people who haven’t been in a relationship in a while start dating someone, now that I think about it.”

Mike scoffed, “That’s not possible. Anders doesn’t do dating.”

“It’s how he was acting though! Or at least the only way to describe how he was acting... Anyways the oddest thing happened after that. I had stayed at the office real late one night to finish some work. Mrs. Clancey had some bad publicity stunt gone wrong and we, and by we, I mean me, had to dig into some camera files to...” Dawn looked up and saw Ty looking amused and Mike looking impatient, “not important, sorry tangent. I was staying late when Anders stumbled in real sloshed, but not his usual good mood way. He was grumbling and groaning saying things like “what’s he got that I don’t” and “I can’t change how I am” and quite frankly acting ‘oh woe is me’ and rejected. I have never seen him like that.” Which, going off of the exchanged shocked looks, they too never seen Anders like that. “He remembered nothing the next day and changed the subject when I tried to ask him where he was and what could have made him act so... rejected. Or dumped really, was close to how he was acting that evening.”

The four of them sat in silence taking in all the info Dawn had described.

It was then agreed that the second brother needed a little visit from everyone.

And that’s how they, along with Axl, found you. In Anders’ apartment.

Having a snack on the couch watching some show on the tv in comfy clothes as if you lived there. Eyes wide with surprise.

You obviously were caught off guard that anyone other than Anders had walked into the front door. You had hoped, in the back of your mind, that these people were friends of his. Seeing how they had a key.

Your shoulders relaxed once you saw Dawn though. You knew who she was and figured the others must also be friends or family. You wiped your fingers from your snack and waved, trying to alleviate the tension since they too seemed caught off guard by you as well.

Turning off the tv you rose up off your seat and signed, he’ll be home soon. You gestured towards the seats as you started to go towards the kitchenette before continuing, have a seat. I’ll get more snacks and drinks if you like?

With their now even further shock from seeing you signing at them, it dawned on you that these people don’t understand you. Idiot you signed to yourself.

“Uh hello. Is Anders in?” Ty’s eyes shifted to Dawn trying to see if she recognized you. In which she shook her head in negative.

You also shook your head while grabbing a notebook and pen nearby and let the arrivals know that Anders would be back shortly. You offered them drinks and snacks as well.

Olaf was the first to recover and agreed to a drink “we'll just wait for Anders.” He approached you with kindness in his eyes, “I’m Anders’ cousin, Olaf.” He offered his hand, which you took smiling up at him in greetings. He introduced the others as they too took seats in the living room. Writing in the notepad and then signing your name, you introduced yourself as well before continuing to prepare Anders’ family drinks.

Although every single one of them at one point or another has walked in on Anders while he’s had some sort of fling in his apartment before, you in particular were very strange. For one, the way you moved about in his apartment was like it was your house and two, Anders wasn’t there. He’d never let any stranger be in his apartment alone. And yet there you were.

While everyone was still quite confused, Axl, who was briefed along with way, and Dawn started to see the big picture. How interesting, Axl thought, that Anders would be falling for someone who doesn’t speak.

Opposites attract was what Dawn was grinning about.

“So what's Anders doing anyways?” Axl asked, watching you head over towards him with a drink.

Not sure, he said something about a client needing a last minute meeting and getting wine or something.

After handing him his drink you started to get the notebook again when Axl signed, thank you, before saying, “sorry you went too fast and a lot of signs i don’t recognize” he took a gulp of vodka to wash away his sheepishness. “Caught on the ‘not sure’ and ‘meeting’ though.”

Dawn gasped in delight, “you understand sign, Axl?”

“A little, not much, took a class in Uni last semester.”

You bounced on the balls of your feet with your excitement, careful not to spill anything.

Ty, now being handed his drink, gave a smile of thanks, “it’s impressive you retained any of that knowledge with how much you partied.”

“Hey!”

Ah, you thought, this is nice! Anders’ family is so lovely. No wonder he does what he can to take care of them. Even if it’s in his own odd-turned-around-Anders-kind-of-way.

Mike cleared his throat, gaining all eyes on him, “so. Why are you here.”

You blinked more at the subtle suspicious, hostile tone than the question. His eyes piercing yours, giving you the impression you were looking at the eyes of a hunter. “Anders never leaves his one night stands alone in his apartment, so clearly you’re not that.”

You winced slightly. You weren’t ignorant of how Anders is, you know he plays loose and fast in the sex department and you accepted that long ago. But you weren’t sure what in that comment made you hurt slightly. That Mike seemed to think you were a one night stand or that you weren’t “good enough” to be Anders’ usual type of gal that he would bring as a one night stand.

Or, you told yourself trying to make a more positive light on Mike’s words, maybe he thinks you are better than a one night stand!

With that better thought now running in your head, you rose your hands to respond, when the front door swung open quickly.

“Sorry that took so long, there are just some people that can talk a lot and yet say absolutely nothing at the same ti….” midword thrown off as Anders took in his living room/kitchenette.

The very people he never wanted in the same room as you (at least not yet) are in the same room as you.

You gave him a sheepish look just before he shut his eyes in a very “fuck my life” fashion before opening them with annoyance at his family.

“I see you’ve barged in without notice.”

“Well you’ve been quite busy lately so we wanted to check up on you. Your friend here was kind enough to keep us company ‘til you arrived,” Anders really hated how Mike could sound both condescending and smug at times.

Yes, your family is very lovely babe! They’re very kind! You tried to calm his irritation while trying to also shake off the slight hurt a bit ago by assuring him, misunderstanding his concern about meeting his family.

You hadn’t known it wasn’t their opinion of you or your opinion of them that was why he kept you a secret but rather his concern was his family’s opinion of him was what he didn’t want you to be exposed to. The relationship was still oh so new. He knew you weren’t ignorant of how he is-was-and he had finally convinced you he was serious about you and him, he didn’t need his family to put that doubt back into your head.

You should have kicked them out sweetheart, he signed as he made his way towards you. Kissing your temple as he passed to put the bottle of wine in his hand on the wine rack, earning a cute giggle his way. He didn’t acknowledge the slight gasps and awed looks from the others.

“Now. As you can see I’m doing more than fine. Thank you for your concern, it is much unneeded at this moment. If you could just head out that’ll be much appreciated.”

He’ll have to be more careful now that they know of you. And judging from the proud/cutesy looks he’s getting from Dawn and Axl, he knows that they won’t leave well enough alone.

The insecurities he has of you leaving him very much taking over his thoughts. First things first. Get them out of his house and spend a very passionate night with you to assure you he’s the only one for you.

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meltwonu · 4 years ago

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 16]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, dom!seungcheol, oral(fem receiving), a little overstimulation, some hair pulling, dirty talk, possessive!seungcheol makes an appearance, sex toys, seungcheol riskin’ it all in this one 😏😳 yall!!! only 4 more chapters after this 🥺 it’s so crazy, I don’t even remember when I started this series but omg, my longest one yet! 💕 thank you so much for the support on cherry bomb, as always!! I love yall 💕💕 also my god has it been a week 😭 gonna do an inbox roundup tomorrow!💕 But for now, enjoy ch16 and have a good, safe weekend!! 💕🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - x - x - x - x

“Let me get this straight… She asked you if you considered her your girlfriend and you said what?”

Seungcheol grimaces for the third time, brows furrowed when Jeongguk blinks at him incredulously. “I’m sorry, I just---I need to hear it from your lips again, hyung.”

“Ugh, I said ‘sure’, okay!? I got nervous! That was a big fuckin’ question!” Seungcheol tugs at his own hair, groaning as he slams his head down onto the concession stand. “Don’t even get me started on the look she gave me after. I had to sleep next to her, you don’t know how horrible that was after my fuck up.”

Jeongguk pats Seungcheol’s hair; shaking his head as he gently tries to comfort his hyung.

“What did she say afterwards?”

“She just said ‘oh, okay’ and then she changed topics.” Seungcheol lifts his head from the countertop, hair mussed as he stares back at Jeongguk who shoots him a pitiful look.

“And that was it? The two of you went to bed?” Seungcheol nods, “We ate a little and she started talking about work so I thought everything was okay? But the more I think about it the more I’m thinking ‘oh, okay’ isn’t really okay? Listen, I haven’t been in a relationship in a while and the last thing I ever expected out of meeting her was for her to be my girlfriend!”

Jeongguk laughs in return, “I can tell. You’re fuckin’ rusty as hell, hyung.”

“He said what?”

You groan as you pick up another plate. “He said ‘sure’ and then it got awkward. We ate dinner and then went to bed and this morning when he dropped me off, I felt like---weird? I was all shy all of a sudden, maybe even awkward.” Jun helps you clear off the table, taking a couple plates of his own before turning to face you.

“Like, ‘butterflies in my stomach’ kinda shy? Or, like, ‘that wasn’t really the answer I was looking for’ kinda awkward shy?”

Grimacing, you start to wipe down the table as Jun watches. “I’m not even sure. I mean… He didn’t say no, right? But I guess I was just expecting a little more than just ‘sure’. Nothing like, grandiose but… a little more than ‘sure’? It’s like he was replying to me asking if he wanted a piece of chocolate.”

Jun laughs, fingertips on his chin as he thinks of an appropriate response. “He might just be… awkward. I mean, what was the preface of this question? What conversation were you two having?”

Your lips press into a firm line, cheeks hot as Jun stares you down. “Okay… maybe you’re right. I didn’t really… work up to that question. I kinda just… asked it. I mean, you guys were asking about it in the comments too so I just thought--”

“Ah! There’s the problem though. I don’t think hyung was even in the chat at that point. So, just because all of us were talking about it doesn’t mean he knew, y’know? He might’ve just been caught off guard.”

“Ugh... fuck, you’re probably right.”

You and Seungcheol don’t talk about it.

Even though you can feel the tenseness between the two of you during dinner and even when he drops you off and picks you up from work Friday afternoon. It’s all clipped conversations and shy, awkward smiles like the two of you had met for the first time, all over again.

It eventually comes to a head when you’re only an hour away from needing to start your cam show, Friday night, and you realize that you weren’t sure if Seungcheol was going to be part of it or not. “Hey, ‘Cheol?” You ask, voice small as you stare at the back of his head. The male turns from his place on the sofa, eyes wide as saucers at your shy voice.

“Y-yeah?”

“Are you, um, going to cam with me tonight or…? I mean, I can do it alone, I just--I wasn’t sure if you wanted to, tonight.” Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek; he really wanted to talk about it and he didn’t understand why this, out of all the things, was so difficult for him to talk about.

“I--I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry, can I just... apologize first?” He groans as he gets up from the sofa and rounds it until he steps in front of where you sit atop the bed sheets. “It’s been so awkward and I know it’s because of me, so you don’t need to say anything. I just--I should’ve said more than ‘sure’, I was just nervous!” His cheeks burn red; wide eyes avoiding your own as you stare up at him. “I really want you to be my girlfriend, if I didn’t already make that clear. I was just thinking about how I never really expected you to like me that much, much less start a relationship with me, so the first thing that came out of my mouth was just… that. It was dumb, I should’ve said something else, but I think my brain was just mush by then.”

Your own cheeks feel hot at his confession; trying to hide the beaming smile that threatens to paint your features. “No--no, I should apologize a little too. I asked you that out of nowhere and made you panic. I should’ve worked it up better than that too.”

“I guess we’re both a little dumb, huh?” He laughs under his breath as he scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. “We can talk about everything else under the sun but that was just… harder to talk about in the moment.”

“Yeah, but we’re okay now, right? We’re an official c-couple?” You bite your lip, looking up at Seungcheol who seems to be staring off into the distance. A grin finds itself painted on his lips as he meets your shy eyes.

“That’s right, babygirl.”

Seungcheol decides to let you do your cam show alone tonight; watching from the sofa as you get settled on the bed before nodding at him and starting your stream.

“Hey, everyone! Happy Friday!”

The comments and donations flood in as soon as you start and you already hit your donation minimum before you even open your mouth to speak again. It catches you off guard momentarily as your eyes go wide and your lips part in a shocked expression.

“Whoa, that was so fast! We already hit the donation minimum!”

sleepy_wonu has donated $75

sleepy_wonu: your channel has grown so much in the past few weeks im not surprised lol

universe_WZ: yea seriously, i remember when it took us like 30 mins before we hit minimum

artist8hao has donated $75

artist8hao: now theres ppl we’ve never even seen before in the comments lol

angelhan has donated $50

tangerine_kwan has donated $50

“Oh I know! Remember that one cam show where it took me, like, almost an hour to reach minimum? If it weren’t for ‘dom.cheol’ then, I don’t think that one would’ve taken off at all!” You giggle at the memory, eyes momentarily flitting to Seungcheol who smiles back at you.

kitty_junjun: speaking of? No loverboy tonight?

therealchan99: oh yeah i didnt even notice he was gone 😌

chwenon: lmfao

“Ah, he said he wanted to take a break tonight so it’s just me! Hope that’s okay with you guys?” You pout at the camera, fingertips roaming your lingerie clad body as you read off a few more comments. “I’m so used to his hands all over my skin though… He gets me to cum so easily, y’know?”

You pick up a dildo sitting next to you on the bed; bringing the silicone toy to your lips as you moan. “This is the biggest toy I have and it’s not anywhere near the size of his cock...” Wrapping your lips around the tip, you start sucking on the toy, imagining it was Seungcheol’s cock instead when it fills your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut when you start grinding against the bedsheets underneath you and Seungcheol feels his throat going dry at the way you take more and more of the toy into your mouth until you’re gagging on it. Tears spring to your eyes when you feel your throat constricting around the silicone and you repeat this action a few more times before you’re pulling the toy from your mouth and sputtering to catch your breath.

gentleman_josh95: god youre so fucking pretty choking on cock

alphagyu97 has donated $50

alphagyu97: fuck i know

Setting the toy down, you immediately work to get your lingerie off; tossing it to the side before spreading your legs for the camera. “Mmh, I’m already so wet thinking about this toy filling me up…” You tease yourself with the toy, dragging the tip through your folds and collecting the wetness on it as you mewl.

xcaliburDK: but is it gonna be enough for you?

hoshi_tiger_xx: probably not, we all know the toys arent as good as the real thing lolol

You let out a whimper as you circle your clit with the tip of the toy. “I know… But I really want something inside my pussy…”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his sweats at the way your words only sound sweeter to his ears now that the two of you had cleared the air. He bites his lip, palming himself through the material as he watches you from his place on the sofa.

alphagyu97: is ur tight lil cunt ready to take it?

therealchan99: why dont u use your pretty fingers to get yourself ready hmm?

You nod shakily, setting the toy down again before bringing your middle and index fingers to your lips to wet them properly before snaking them down your body. “Ah, my fingers aren’t as big either…” Mumbling, you pinch and tease your clit, moaning out loudly before dragging them down and sinking them into your soaked entrance.

“Fuh--fuck, mmh!” Regretfully, your fingers aren’t as thick or long as Seungcheol’s but you curl and scissor the digits inside of you to prep yourself for the toy.

The sound of your moans and cries mix in with the pinging on your laptop from donations and comments and for once, Seungcheol realizes how weird it is to be on the other side and not with you. Admittedly, he’d gotten quite used to being on cam with you that it seemed awkward to just be doing nothing on the other side of the room.

“Oh, ngh, I--I want the toy n-now…” Mewling, you pull your soaking fingers from inside of your pussy; bringing them to your lips to clean them off of your wetness before grabbing the toy again. You run the silicone through your folds as you get it covered in your slick before positioning it at your entrance and slowly sinking it in.

It was definitely smaller than Seungcheol and didn’t have the same girth, but you still whine and whimper when it fills you up to the base of the toy. “Ngh, feels g-good…”

universe_WZ: i just kno that toy is noy as satisfying as the real thing huh princess?

xcaliburDK: right? Her pretty lil pussy is probably so used to being stretched by a big cock

You thrust the toy into your pussy, soft cries spilling from your lips as you try to imagine it’s Seungcheol instead. In all honesty, you would’ve wanted him to film with you but you respected his decision to stay on the sidelines for tonight.

“Ah, it--it’s not the s-same… I--I need h-help…” You whine; shaky fingertips still working the dildo in and out of your soaking pussy.

“P-please, ah… the toy’s not, mmh, enough to make m-me feel good...”

In the time between you picking up the toy and you actually sliding into your wet cunt, Seungcheol internally argues with himself on what to do.

And it’s not until you start begging to the air for more that he mentally says ‘screw it’ and gets up from the sofa.

Your eyes are clamped shut as you try to chase the pleasure and soon you feel the bed dip; confused eyes peering back at Seungcheol who’s entire body, including his head, is in the camera’s shot. “W-wait, you---”

“Me, what? You asked for me, right?” He turns his head, eyes staring directly into the camera as he smirks.

“Hi. I’m her boyfriend. But I think the rest of you know that already, right?”

The comments go wild with Seungcheol’s sudden face reveal, even though you and him are already lost in each other as he grips the base of the dildo and starts pumping it inside of you, angling it as best as he can to graze against your g-spot.

xcaliburDK: i think i need to quit my job tomorrow

chwenon: ??? didnt u just start

angelhan: damn i knew this dude was gonna be hot as hell

kitty_junjun: whoa nice to see ur face

kitty_junjun: i take it u lovebirds made up

xcaliburDK: yea i did but i think ive embarrassed myself enough for one lifetime

xcaliburDK has donated $150

xcaliburDK: for my shame

Your entire body is aflame with Seungcheo’s confidence and you feel the pleasure building up even quicker now that he was here with you. “Ah, f-fuck…” Whining, you bite your lip to prevent yourself from calling out his name; something you were used to by now.

“What’s wrong, baby? Call my name. Let them know who makes you feel this fuckin’ good. Let them know who’s cock you always crave and who’s cock fills you up better than this toy ever fuckin’ could.”

“Fuck, S--Seungcheol!”

Your orgasm hits you out of left field; thighs clamping shut around his arm as he continues to fuck you with the dildo as you ride out your pleasure. He turns to face the camera yet again, winking at it cockily before he turns back to you. “That’s right, baby. Now I’m gonna eat your ‘lil cunt out and make you cum on my tongue while you let the entire world know who gets you this fuckin’ wet.”

He doesn’t give you a second to come down from your high before he’s nudging your thighs apart and sliding the dildo from inside of you. A shaky breath falls from your lips as he readjusts you on the bed; this time giving the camera a side view as you turn your head to face the camera.

The comments and donations continue to flood in, except now it seems like they’re going twice as fast.

xcaliburDK: kjdkjghsdkhg fuck

sleepy_wonu: well can i say at least hes not an old weirdo lol

sleepy_wonu: ❤️

chwenon: im like, pretty sure ive seen this dude come to the convenience store i work at

chwenon: bruh i met a celebrity and i didnt even know it

xcaliburDK: dont even get me started

Seungcheol pries your shaky legs apart before he eases himself down between them. “I want you to be as loud as fuckin’ possible. Understood?” He smiles at you warmly, but his words have a certain edge to them that has you nodding profusely.

“O--okay…”

He wastes no time; skilled tongue flicking at your swollen clit as you jolt and immediately tangle your hands into his hair. “Oh, god, Seungcheol I’m--I’m, ah, sensitive…” He smirks against your skin, noting the way you already start to grind against his tongue despite your words.

Resting your thighs against his shoulders, it allows him to eat you out easier as he flattens his tongue and drags it from your soaking entrance to your clit; alternating the pressure as you whine and whimper above him.

When he notices you trying to keep your noises in, he pulls away slightly, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue before speaking.

“I thought I told you I wanted to hear you, baby? Don’t get shy on me now.” He smirks, watching as the goosebumps rise on your skin. “In fact, why don’t you tell your lovely viewers how good I make you feel, hmm? Or tell them about the time you made me finger you in the restroom at work ‘cause your ‘lil cunt couldn’t wait.”

xcaliburDK: THE RESTROOM? At woRK?

artist8hao: ah one of the originals huh

gentleman_josh95 has donated $75

gentleman_josh95: for backstory

tangerine_kwan has donated $75

tangerine_kwan: seconded!

You bite your lip when you catch the comments, shy eyes flitting from the screen to Seungcheol who resumes eating you out. Your thighs tremble and threaten to snap shut around his head; body already on the edge of another orgasm.

“I--S--Seungcheol was at, ah, w-work… and I--I couldn’t wait so--so I made him finger m-me in his work’s restroom…” You whimper, hangs tugging on Seungcheo’s hair harshly when his tongue dips into your entrance. “Fuck, I--I couldn’t stop thinking about, ngh, his--his fingers afterwards e-either… They fit my p-pussy so well…”

A garbled moan floats through the air when Seungcheol’s lips envelope your clit, sucking it into his mouth as your cry out his name.

Your back bows off of the bed, fingertips locked tight into his hair. “Fuck, Seungcheol, please… please…” You grind against him, toes curling against his back when your sensitive body gives into the pleasure and your orgasm washes over you a second time.

Cries of his name are all you can manage when your body goes rigid; head fuzzy when he starts to dip his tongue into your pussy again. He smiles against you, calmly continuing to eat you out as your orgasm continues to wash over you.

kitty_junjun: is it just me or is it nicer to hear her actually calling someones name

artist8hao: honestly i was just thinking that too

artist8hao: its more organic idk

alphagyu97: ~organic~ ok nerd lol

chwenon has donated $50

therealchan99 has donated $50

When the overstimulation starts to bite, your soft cries of Seungcheol’s name turn into hurried, jumbled noises and only parts of his name as you squirm and tug on his hair.

“Ah, ‘Cheol it’s, ngh, too--too m-much…!” He drags his tongue against your clit a few more times, relishing in the way you still grind against him. “I c-can’t cum again…” You cry, teeth chattering when he gently laps at your folds and collects your wetness on his tongue.

Seungcheol repeats this a few more times; letting you tug and pull at his hair as he licks you clean.

“Ngh, Seungcheol…”

He finally pulls away, using a hand to pry your fingers from his hair as he smiles at your tired body. “Cute.” Mumbling, he eases your shaky legs from his shoulders before he sits up; lips covered in your wetness as he grins at the camera.

Seungcheol picks out a few comments as he chuckles under his breath; already wondering what work was going to be like on Monday when he had to meet Seokmin.

universe_WZ: u look like a dude that could fuck someone up

kitty_junjun: he probably would too

chwenon: come thru the convenience store bro, I'll hook u up

xcaliburDK: should I quit? be honest

Your tired groans bring his attention back to you; eyes trained on the way your tired eyes threaten to snap shut.

“Okay, I think I need to go take care of my girlfriend now. It was nice meeting you all, finally.” Seungcheol grins, taking care of your stream before thanking your viewers and ending the stream.

He turns to you, a genuine and caring smile on his face when your hazy eyes look up at him.

“Ready for a shower?”

“Ugh, carry me, boyfriend~”

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dokkabaiii · 2 years ago

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GUESS WHO CAME BACK ON GAY MONTH YALL ‼️‼️‼️😈😈😈😈💪💪💪💪💪 n e ways i was able to finish these at school today and speaking of school it’s also the reason why i wasn’t able to draw something in so long another reason is that i currently don’t have my pc and drawing tablet with me rn so i’m going to have to adapt to using medibang on my phone which i’m still a lil rusty at and these kageyama drawings were also something to help me out get used to it!! sorry i keep promising to keep posting then disappearing again life’s been pretty hard on me lol but this time i’m not gonna promise i’ll keep posting i’ll just do my best to post whenever since finals are coming up and i’m probably doing summer school as well. anyways hope u guys like this drawing!!!

#so sorry for the long ass rambling 😭#haikyuu!!#hq #kageyama #tobio #kageyama tobio #tobio kageyama #screenshot redraw #art #my art #digital art #drawing #my drawing #digital drawing

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tooweirdforyou · 4 years ago

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Hey!!! I really love your writing blog!!!

Okay, can I ask headcanons of X-Drake, Law and Marco x S/O that can do ballet?

X-Drake, Law + Marco With A S/O That Does Ballet 🩰

a/n : I’m sorry this took longer than usual, I had a busy weekend. Plus, I had to do a bit of research on X - Drake, especially since he’s a pretty minor character and there isn’t much to know about him. 😅 but I hope you enjoyed. And thank you! 🤍

I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you expected, especially since they’re short and might not make much sense? I’m not too familiar with ballet, other than learning from the three girls in despicable me— so forgive me if there’s anything wrong in here. I’m really sorry, anon :(

I AM SO SORRY IF I DID NOT GIVE X DRAKE JUSTICE, 😭 ITS ACTUALLY HARD TO WRITE FOR HIM- ;-;

Summary : How they react to a significant other who does ballet.

note : yall, I am so disappointed that Marco DOESNT fucking go to Wano. 😭 I was so freaking excited!

X - Drake

X - Drake would see you doing ballet while you’re training one day. It was on your own free time.

He would just be walking around the area outside, taking a breather from his mission for now and was just finishing up his reports to the navy HQ, when he sees you alone. He didn’t even realize you were outside alone until he saw you.

So when he sees you in your comfortable but easy to stretch in outfit, he’s stunned and speechless.

Seeing you bend and stretch your legs out, raising your leg as high as you could as you displayed your flexibility, just makes him immediately red in the face and just in shock.

Now, X Drake is more of a stoic and serious kind of man, he’s not much to express his emotions and likes to get the job done. But seeing you in your outfit and doing your small leaps of ballet easily flusters him.

You wouldn’t even notice he was there until you turn around. “Oh, Drake.” You smile and rub your thighs a bit and stood up straight, waving at him. “I didn’t see you here. Were you watching me the whole time?”

“U-Uh, no, I just came by now.” He clears his throat and takes a step closer towards you. “Do you often practice ballet by yourself like this?”

You shrug softly and smile. “Some times. I’ve been doing this since I was a child, so I’m mostly just trying to increase my flexibility and catch up on any rusty skills I have.” You answer and notice him looking away slightly and seemingly awkward, which wasn’t like him.

You only chuckle and go closer to him, patting his chest. “Flustered, are we? I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.” You say softly, smiling at how cute he seemed at the moment with his pink cheeks as he just stutters out. “It’s fine, let’s just get back inside..”

Law

Law would see you using ballet for the first time, during battle. And let’s just say, he was rather impressed.

The submarine was surfaced on the coast of an island, and the crew was currently exploring the island to pick up some supplies, more specifically, medicinal supplies for Law.

However, Marines seemed to be everywhere so it was only a matter of time before they found you. Which they did.

So, while Law is busy shambling marines, his eyes would look around the area for his crewmates, before his eyes land on your form.

Seeing you move fluidly around the field, over the guards gracefully and in such beautiful positions like a swan form, distracts Law as he just stares at you, a bit impressed and curious.

So when the crew finally manages to get away and back to the submarine to escape, Law decides to confront you about your movements.

“Oi, [Name]-ya. Since when did you do ballet?” He’s quick to get to the point. An amused and impressed tone could be hinted, because he was genuinely feeling that way.

You were pretty agile and moved so quick and elegant, it piqued his curiosity since he’s never seen you use or do it. How agile you moved reminded him of his secret interest in ninjas.

“It’s a hobby of mine.” You answer softly, smiling at Law and could sense his interest in your hobby. “Would you like to see more?..” you slowly ask, just to see his reaction.

Law eyes you a bit before he turns away and tilts his hat down. “..I’m busy, so maybe later.” He mutters out, making you chuckle at him, knowing he was trying to hide his small eagerness to see you do it again. “Sure, let me know when you wanna see it then. I’ll be glad to show you.”

Marco

Marco would first see you doing ballet when you’re with Ace, out on the deck. Ace would try to pull a prank on you but obviously, he failed because you already knew what he was planning.

So when Ace sets up a series of traps for you to fall into or be fooled by, Marco is there watching beside Thatch when you first enter onto the main deck from a room.

You might’ve set off the trip wire, but you already know what’s coming as you gracefully jump over the flying pies that Thatch had saved for dessert, grabbing them in midair to prevent them from going into waste.

As you bounce and leap with sophistication and beauty around the deck, repeatedly dodging and avoiding all the traps set by Ace, the three would just stare in awe and disbelief at how beautiful you looked, how agile you move with ease as you land right in front of Marco and Thatch, holding out the perfectly steady and un-damaged pies.

Marco’s stunned face would slowly curl into amusement and a genuine impressed expression crosses his face. “You were pretty elegant out there, [Name]-yoi. I didn’t know you could do ballet.”

A smile would curl onto your lips as Thatch takes the pies from your hands and you give a glance to Ace, who continue to stare at you slack jawed. “It’s a hobby of mine since I was a child.” You shrug as you smirk at Ace’s reaction. “Nice try, Ace.”

Marco just smiles and chuckles at Ace as well. “You better have those papers done and ready for me if you have time to be messing around, Ace-yoi.” He warns as he began leading you away, guiding you with his hand on the dip of your back.

You could only smile and chuckle at Ace’s reaction as you lean into Marco more. “So, would you like to show me some more of your ballet flexibility skills? I’d like to see more-yoi.” Marco slyly questions, a small grin forming on his face.

Knowing what he meant, you playfully roll your eyes and smile. “Maybe later. I’m going to go back to Thatch and have one of those pies.”

Okayy, hope you enjoyed this! Sorry it’s a bit short ;~; also I’m sorry if this seems more like a gymnast or something ;-; please forgive me and if you’d like a re-do, let me know!

Yall, don’t even try to fight with Law’s, I love how I made his 😂 even if it’s short and seems like he’s such a submissive type which is not true at all lmao ooc~

I’m a bit disappointed though, because my work isn’t showing up in tags anymore? :/ or maybe it’s just me.

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