#st. van smut

[miagwynwrites]

Genre: smut

Pairings: lee geumhyuk x female reader

A/N: I really wanna write for vav again but I suck at this fic stuff but I crave this man omg so here’s a lil thingy hehe EDIT: THIS WAS EMBARRASSING TO WRITE I AM GIGGLING :3 🦬

The room was loud with the noises of your breathing and skin against skin. Your thighs pushed against your stomach as your husband pounded into you like a jackhammer through concrete. It felt like slow motion, the way his cock rammed inside you kissing your cervix and pulling away leaving you wanting more, feeling every inch of his cock push and pull around your cunt.

“My pretty flower.” Geumhyuk moaned softly as he tore up your guts. “You’re so so gorgeous like this. Such a good girl for me.” Your eyes rolled back at the praise as your hands grabbed the sheets on either side of you. Geumhyuk pushed your thighs closer to your stomach with each stroke. It was getting harder to breathe so after letting him know he let you lower your legs. “Sorry, I got a little carried away you just look so cute and breedable with your legs above your head I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Geummie baby,” you choked out your legs feeling limp against his thighs. He rested both his hands on either side of your head his body above you, his beautiful brown eyes piercing through you. “I love you so much oh god.” You blurted out feeling your orgasm drawing near.

“I love you too y/n, I wanna fill you up so full of my seed. I want you to carry my babies oh you’d look so beautiful with a big round belly. Just knowing that I made you a mother would drive me crazy. Baby I could fill you so full of cum and you’d take all of it. I know you would you always do. You’re such a good girl, you’d be an amazing mother please let me fill you up.” At Geumhyuk’s request you felt your thighs start to shake. He slowed down his cock pushing inside you even more than you thought possible.

Geumhyuk’s hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead, his abs were sweating, his tattoos on his arms were shining. You grabbed his arms and squeezed digging your finger nails into his skin.

“You wanna mark me don’t you baby. Are you close? I can feel the way your cunt hugs my cock. Let’s cum together hmm? I wanna fill you up, wanna give you kids so bad.” As he sped up your thighs shook around him. Arching your back off the mattress you threw your head back onto the pillow. The thought of your husband cumming inside you without a condom and getting you pregnant just made your orgasm come closer and faster. He wanted you to be a mother? He wanted you to be full of his seed? Carry a baby inside you and become a mother? He really wanted to be a daddy? You had talked about this a lot as he was always bragging about how good of a mother you’d be but the thought driving him wild was so attractive to you. What he wanted and how he was going to do it.

You had stars in your eyes when he told you to look at him. Stars and hearts and glitter, jeez you were so so over the top, head over heels in love with your husband and you would do anything to make him happy and you knew full well he’d do the same. Geumhyuk’s thrusting slowed and became sloppy, his breath hitched, he leaned closer to you as he whispered all the things you loved to hear. About how much he loved your body no matter what size you were and how he couldn’t wait to dive in between your thighs just to make you cum over and over.

“My pretty wife and her pretty body and pretty pretty pussy.” He growled in your ear his lips now marking up your neck sucking and biting at the skin.

“Geummie I- I’m so close!” You squeaked. Your hands pulled away from his arms and ran through his hair. He smashed his lips into yours his thrusting speeding up again. You both moaned, his face buried in your neck. He pulled away and curses fell from his lips. You were both so close you just needed to push him over the edge. “Please Geummie baby, give me your babies please. I wanna feel your cum all the way inside me pretty please baby.” You choked out.

That was all he needed as you felt hot ropes shoot out coating your walls with his sticky yogurt. You both screamed, exchanging curse words. You came, your thigh shaking around Geumhyuk’s waist. Chanting “fuck” and “I love you” over and over as your cunt pulsed around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you as the last of his seed filled you up. Without even pulling out he collapsed on top of you his head falling against your soft breasts, his breathing tickled your nipples. Your hand came up to gently pet him on the head.

“Thank you y/n. Thank you for being my wife and just everything. I love you so much, you did such a good job my pretty flower.” You smiled and he rose up and when he pulled out the sounds that followed almost made you cum a second time. You wanted to sleep but your husband wasn’t done making you feel good. Wasting no time he pushed your thighs apart and dove down his tongue lapping up your juices like a thirsty dog. The way his tongue and teeth licked and pulled against you skin oh he was fully making out with your pussy lips and boy did it feel amazing. So amazing your thighs squeezed around him but he grunted before stopping.

“Keep them open for me pretty. I’m not done making my wifey feel good. You deserve to cum again don’t you think. Just close your eyes and Daddy will take care of you.” You hummed your hand reaching for the strands on his head. “Gonna make you feel so so good. I love you.” He hummed before his tongue disappeared inside your walls again.

[angelsluva]

can you write a fic of hamzah, martin, and mandy going on a cruise to mexico for reader’s 21st birthday and they blog the whole trip for readers youtube channel. ( and can you add in some smut🤪)

birthday cruise | Hamzahthefantastic

fem reader + nsfw, wrd count: 1.9k

`It was a couple weeks before Hamzah and Martin would come back from they're break. You and Hamzah have been able to spend more time together and it was the best for you two. Him being the clingy person he is he loved every second he'd spend with you.

Mandy and Martin loved traveling together, but they also loved when all four of you guys would go. You all decided to go on a cruise just to enjoy your last days of break together AND celebrate your 21'st Birthday before they spend another 10+ hours in the office.

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You looked outside of the window of the plane as you saw the most bluest water ever. You looked back at your boyfriend who was also looking outside the window knowing he was gonna spend the best time with you.

The plane finally landed in the bright sunny Mexico. Bright colored birds flew over your head as you were getting off the plane and a not so cool but warm breeze hit your face. You all were quick to get off the plane and currently waiting in the arrivals of the airport waiting for your uber.

"Oh my god, I love this weather!" You smiled putting your hand up feeling the warmness of the breeze. "I'm already getting hot! Is it just me?" Hamzah said unzipping his hoodie as you laughed. After a couple more 20 minutes of waiting you were all picked up by a van on your way to the cruise ship. You looked outside the seat of your window noticing things you would never see in Canada.

"I'm so excited!" you squealed as Hamzah kissed your head as his arm was wrapped around your shoulders.

You all four had agreed on getting separate rooms so it would be Mandy and Martin next to you both.

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You all were finally boarding the ship as you couldn't believe you were on a single floating ship that carried more than 500 people. You began to feel a small anxiousness creep over you as you looked for your rooms, Obviously Hamzah noticed and decided to hold your hand.

"Are you okay babe?" He questioned as you nodded your head. "Yeah, I'm just kind of scared that I'll get sea sick or something." you sighed as he pulled you closer to him, "Lets just try to have the best night okay? And If you don't feel good we can always get off and go somewhere else." He said lowly as you nodded and kissed him.

After making it to your shared room you suddenly felt so much better. You looked at the Bright clear blue sky and the pattern of the waves the ever so blue ocean would make. You leaned against the balcony as you felt Hamzah's hands wrap around your waist. "So pretty" you smiled as he nipped your cheek - "Just like you" he added as you cupped the side of his face. You all decided to get ready and go eat since you haven't had anything since the morning of your flight. You wore a black bikini and threw over a matching black crochet dress that laid all the way down to at least your ankles. You freshened your self up and you both we're out of the door waiting for Martin and Mandy at a Buffet.

"Wow that looks so good on you babe" He said feeling the crochet dress, "Thank you baby" you said pecking him in the lips as he got closer to your ear - "I'm so glad we got a room to ourselves" he whispered as you pushed him off you "Hamzah!" you laughed as "What!? I'm serious!" he giggled as you saw Mandy and Martin finally arrive.

"Dude I kind of wish Rudolph was here man" Martin laid his head on Hamzah's shoulder and Hamzah rubbed Martin back, "I know, I know, me too".

You all four had sat down on a table in front of a beautiful view of the sunset, The waiter had suddenly came to take everyone's order.

"I'll do two steaks please for us and all of your special drinks!" Hamzah said handing the waiter the menu as your eyes widened in shock. "It's her special day! 21'st by the way, Thanks!" He added as the waiter smiled and left. "What was that!" Mandy bursted out laughing as you were re-thinking coming here in the first place. You all were joking the whole night until all 15 drinks finally arrived. You looked at Hamzah who had a devilish smirk on his face, "Why would you do this!" you planted your face on your palm "It's okay! Mandy and Martin will help! See!" He said giving two drinks to Mandy and Martin "Woahhh I don't know about that!" Mandy laughed as Martin shrugged his shoulders picking up a glass and downing it as Mandy took the glass away from him.

You all spent the rest of the dinner trying to finish the drinks as you all watched the night come together as bright lights hung from the top of the cruise.

After finishing dinner, you all made your way to the giant pool of the Cruise.

You slid your dress off as you slowly stepped into the pool with Hamzah. The warm air and cool pool was the perfect relaxing mix. You dunked your head in as he laughed. You got up from under the water as he dove splashing next to you. He charged picking you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He shook his head as you ran your fingers through his blonde grown out buzz.

"I'm so glad we were able to do this" he hummed "I know, These next 6 days are gonna be the best ever" you smiled as his lips crashed into yours. Your hands ran through his arms, biceps and around his neck. You felt splashing onto you as Mandy and Martin had joined the both of you. You all four decided to grab a few more drinks since it was a very special day for you. You obviously all agreed those were gonna be your last drinks of the night.

you all talked and vlogged for a bit for Mandy's channel. Meanwhile playing around a splashing in the water you couldn't help but notice Hamzah always getting behind you or not taking his hands off you.

"You look so gorgeous right now my love" he hummed into your ear as you looked at hamzah's red flushed face as his hands were glued to your waist, "please can we go to the room" he said needy for you. You never knew Hamzah was this crazy clingy when he was a little tispy.

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Your legs were wrapped around Hamzah’s waist as he carried you to your room. It was just you two who remained in the pool until you both got kicked out eventually. He swung the door open as he kicked his sandals off as he sat at the edge of the bed as your lips met his. He rested his hands on your waist as he fidgeted with the strings of your bikini. Your hands wrapped around his necks tugging him closer to you as he leaned back on to the bed as you followed his move.

“I was waiting for this moment this whole day so far” he bit his bottom lip as you crawled on top of him as you fell on top of him. His hands traveling all over your back as your lips were sealed to his. His tongue slipped into your mouth as he grabbed the side of your face as you lowly moaned into his mouth. His lips parting off of yours as his eyes glistened, he loved hearing that noise come out of your mouth. He kissed your lips once again as you melted under him. He rolled around as you shifted under him as his knee was pinned between your heat. You whined as you couldn’t handle the friction between him and your sensitive cunt. His lips traced down your neck as your skin grew into goosebumps.

“Fuck Hamzah” you whined as his hands gripped onto your boobs as his mouth found your perky nipples. His free hand having a preview of your wet core. Your whimpers hitched under him. As his hand traveled down to your covered heat. Your hips twitched as you bit your lips.

"So excited huh? Can't wait till I get my fingers in you?" he huffed as his mouth sucked on your breasts. "Fuck yes please Hamzah.." you were able to breath out as his lips crashed into yours once again. Your nails traveled through his short hair as your legs wrapped around his waist already needing all of him. "Try not to be so loud mama" he grunted as his hard erection stood out through his swimming trunks. He lowered them down to his thighs as his erect cock flung upwards only making you desperate for him.

"So fucking desperate huh? Wanna be all over my cock princess?" He whispered as he slipped your panties to the side of your pussy as his thumb circled your sensitive clit. His lips messily kissing your neck as his pace grew rubbing against your clit. Before you were able to compose yourself he rubbed his hard cock against your heated core as your hands grasped onto his shoulders. The friction between his throbbing cock and your clit did wonders on you.

"Please Hamzah!" You whimpered as his member stretched out your aching pussy. Your hands gripped on to his swole forearms (👅) as his body slammed into yours as you yelled in satisfaction.

“Fuck your so good baby-“ he huffed as his lips met your neck once again kissing your chest as your legs wrapped around his waist. His pace grew as your hands traveled through out his hair once again.

“Fuck baby- you gonna come for me baby?” He whispered as you nodded your head in response as your back arched rolling your eyes till the back of your skull. His body slowed down as his lips began moving all over your exposed areas. He couldn’t help but leave a giant hickey close to the back of your neck as you whined in satisfaction. His couple more thrusts sent you into a state of satisfaction as you felt that huge knot release as he groaned into your ear.

“Mhhh- so fucking good. Yes-“ he moaned in between the sloppy thrusts as your stomach was filled with his cum.

“Fuck baby. Open wide.” He groaned as he slipped his twitching hard cock out of your pumping all his left over cum on your breasts and stomach as it left patterns he can stare at all day.

“Your so good for me y/n, happy birthday my love” he panted as he rested next to you as your lips met with his.

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You both were sat in a warm bath as water slowly dripped from the fancy faucet. He ran the body scrub all over your neck and chest as you leaned on his chest. He loved after care just because he liked making you feel relaxed.

"What are you guys going to do when you both get to the office?" you questioned as your finger circled around a bubble in the water as he scoffed, "That's not important right now baby. What's Important is that you have the best birthday week ever." he hummed as he kissed the top of your head.

"I love you, Hamzah"

"I love you more angel"

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(a/n: you guys have all the right to throw tomatoes at me for uploading this SO LATE, i just have been busy with so many things and I have so many more things coming but it was this fic holding some sort of grudge!! Without further ado I hope you guys enjoy >-<)

[lovebugism]

Heat wave with Eddie and he's watching you on the other side of the couch and he wants you so bad but it's so hotttt

thanks for your request lovey!! — the one where you and eddie try to make the most of the heatwave (established relationship, implications of smut, 1.3k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Metal heads hate summer. It’s an unspoken fact. Wild hair, leather jackets, and denim jeans don’t fare well in the heat.

And while there were many bonuses to the warmer season — the music, the ice cream, and you in a bikini to name a few — it didn’t quell Eddie’s personal vendetta with summer. Or rather, summer’s personal vendetta with him.

The month of August was hardly more than an incessant heatwave. One hundred-degree heat, statewide. Without a cool breeze to fill the seasonal silence, there was nothing but a low sizzling sound — like burgers cooking on a grill. The two of you got into his van for a Slurpee run one simmering afternoon and suffered second-degree burns from the pleather cushions and metal seatbelts in the process.

It was miserable. Eddie was far too pale and he liked the color black far too much to find any enjoyment in the summer months. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the power goes out. 

And the only thing worse than a power outage during a heatwave is being horny during a power outage during a heatwave.

“The neighbor said there’s outages all over town—” Your voice comes muffled from where you pad around in the kitchen. “—So, we’ll probably be out for a while.”

You return to the living room wearing an old, white-ribbed tank top and a pair of Eddie’s plaid boxers, rolled at the hem to fit you better. You carry two glasses of lemonade in your hands, fogged with the cubes of ice you’d dropped into them before they could melt in the freezer. 

You’re too pretty for your own good. Eddie’s suffocated by the sweltering heat as much as he is by the overwhelming urge to touch you.

“Fuuuck,” he groans in response, sprawled out on the couch across the room. He’s barely moved from that spot all day. He only got up once to tie his hair back and then anxiously pace back and forth for several minutes. A few ornery curls stick to his forehead, damp with sweat. “Should we just, like, get a hotel or something?”

“With what money?” you scoff in place of a laugh.

His scrunched brows go lax. “Oh, yeah…”

“We’ll be okay. It’ll only be out for a couple more hours— at least.”

“Hours?” Eddie whines, all pinched-browed, as you hand him his lemonade.

You scrunch your nose down at the boy with a sympathetic gaze. “Think we can survive that long?”

“I’m withering away as we speak,” he deadpans.

“You’re so dramatic…” you giggle. The unkind words come out coated in a layer of sweet honey. You love him too much for anything else.

You pluck your book from the coffee table and plop down on the other side of the couch. You curl your knees to your chest, not having much room left over from Eddie’s longer legs. 

He’d tried to do the same an hour or more ago. He’d been too bored to read then. All the words melted together because his brain was swimming with heat. He doesn’t know how you’re doing it, honestly. All he knows is he can’t stop looking at you.

You’re a pretty little thing sitting across from him. So much of your skin is on display — arms, collarbones, ankles, and thighs. He wants to kiss every inch of you. He could if it wasn’t so damn hot. Now, all he can do is admire you from a distance and pray the power comes back soon so he can love you all over.

Eddie shifts on the couch for a few moments. He jostles the cushions beneath you as he twists on them, maneuvering so his legs are propped up on the coffee table and he’s slouching against the back of the sofa. 

His underwear rides up his pale thigh. The white undershirt he refuses to take off is damp at the collar with sweat.

You pay little attention to his fidgeting. He’s often restless, but especially when he’s got nothing to do. You feel his sticky fingers curl around your stickier calf a second later. His touch is soft and slow, sweet like syrup, as he smooths his hand up and down the back of your leg. 

You shoot the boy a look from over the top of your book. “You okay, Eds?”

“Other than melting?” he retorts with his head tilted to his shoulder. He shoots you a wide, fatigued grin through his reddened cheeks. “I’m peachy, sweetheart.”

“It’s a little too hot to be touching each other right now, babe,” you advise with your gaze turned back to the book in your lap. He keeps on caressing you, though, and you keep on letting him.

“I know…” he murmurs with a faint pout scrunching his features. His palm squeezes the top of your ankle before rising again. “I just miss you…”

“I’m right here,” you counter with a soft giggle.

“You know what I mean…”

“Yeah,” you concede with a sigh. “I know what you mean.”

If you had it your way, Eddie Munson would be touching you all the time. He usually is, anyway — but every second he’s not, it feels like you’re grieving. You’re made restless because of how underwhelmed you are, all grumpy because you’re so sticky with heat. You want so desperately to curl up in Eddie’s arms and hide there forever, but it’s already getting hard to breathe without the AC on. And the sweat’s making your clothes cling to your skin. The thought of physical affection right now makes you feel a bit sick.

He squeezes your calf again, this time to get your attention. 

Your eyes peek at him from over your book. You find his flushed face curled into a tired, yet still mischievous smirk. 

“And, you know, just for the record or whatever,” he lilts quietly with a twinkle in his chocolate syrup eyes. “If it wasn’t a billion degrees in here, I’d totally plow the shit outta you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes go wide at his words.

You might’ve laughed if you weren’t so immediately turned on.

You squeeze your knees together, clenching your thighs in hopes of soothing the ache that begins to pulsate between them. “Wow. That is… very forward of you, Eds.”

“I think the heat’s making me delirious,” he admits with his head tilted back against the couch. His pale, sticky neck is on display for you. You feel the sudden urge to sink your teeth into the milky white tendon there.

“Well, good thing about power outages in the summer — the cold water in the shower feels like heaven,” you tell him, feigning absentmindedness as you flip a page of your novel.

Eddie’s brows raise beneath his damp, curly bangs. He grins with a newfound light in his eyes. “Ooh,” he singsongs. “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?”

“I have… three more pages left in this chapter,” you tell the boy after flicking through the book. You shoot him a glance beneath your lashes — less obvious in your mischievous disposition but still sparkling with it anyway. You knock his thigh with your foot. “Go get undressed, loverboy.”

Your words bring him back to life. 

He surges with an energy he lost sometime between the late spring and early summer as he leaps off the couch. He nearly trips over the coffee table on his journey to the bathroom. His hurried footsteps stomp, stomp, stomp down the hallway.

You hear the shower faucet hiss on from a distance. It’s music to your ears. You know you’ll be in there all day — or, at least, until the power comes back on. You’re left suddenly hoping it won’t come on for another good while yet.

Not until Eddie makes you forget your name against the shower wall.

[kyoshithewriter]

Pomum. (Part two).

wc: 4.3k

Warnings: There will be themes of violence, drugs, crime, angst, smut (18+)

A/n: Will upload part 3 and 4 soon because they’re complete as well. Enjoy?

The mansion is bustling. Caterers filter in and out in a rush of hurried bodies transporting emerald and silver decorative pieces, plants and food warmers from the trunks of numerous vans parked outside. Her mother, Iris, shouts commands and gives directions to the workers that flood the open house. The woman stands at 5”8, just two inches taller than Sofía, with the same shade of cocoa brown skin. Her frame is a lot more slender than Sofía's, who has a curvier lower half that her mother often jokes the girl inherited from her father’s latin side. Sofía should be excited. It’s her 24th birthday. And this year’s party is going to be the most extravagant yet; however, she can only stand at the top of the stairs and stare blankly. Numb. Not only is Adrian really dead, but he was murdered. They’re throwing a party and the man she has known for almost twenty years was killed a few days ago. She had begged her parents to skip the annual soiree they threw for her, but her father insisted that feigning normalcy was important. “If those fuckers think they can frighten us they thought wrong.” He never told her who those “fuckers” were, but she figured it’s some rival in whatever dirty business he’s dabbling into. In times like this, Sofía longed for Amelia. They attended the same kindergarten where their fingers were always sticky with different coloured play dough at recess. Amelia was always her finger painting partner as well. They stuck to each other through the simple science projects in middle school, to the more complex ones in high school. Amelia is the only friend she has ever had; Sofía didn’t even question how they ended up attending the same prestigious, private institutions. Hell, she didn’t even know back then why Amelia had to move back home to Columbia because her family was apparently in danger. But recently, Sofía’s almost fully developed frontal lobe has been putting the pieces of the puzzle together. The way Adrian and Amelia’s driver always seemed to be having some silent standoff on the school compound, the way her mother insisted she never tell her father that her best friend is Amelia Muñoz, the way both girls could never have a sleepover or even see each other outside of school. Whatever shady business her father is involved in, Amelia’s family was also a part of, and they are clearly not on friendly terms.

“Mama says in this side of the country, Hernandez and Muños do not go together. I don’t know what that means and she won’t tell me why but I can’t come to your birthday party.” Amelia lisped because of her missing front tooth.

“My mama said the same thing. But it’s my party! Why can’t my best friend come but a bunch of strangers in suits and fancy gowns with mean kids who don’t even speak to me can?” Sofía pouted while wiping the tears that glistened on Amelia’s distraught face.

“It’s so unfair.” Amelia’s hiccup broke into a sob.

Sofía hugged her friend’s tiny body tightly while she fought her own tears.

“Don’t worry. I’ll bring you the most gigantic slice of cake. It will be this big.” The little girl momentarily released her friend to make an exaggerated gesture by opening her hands wide. “And it’s chocolate, your favourite. I don’t like chocolate but I asked for chocolate cause I thought you’d come, but it’s okay. I’ll bring it for you okay?” Sofía learned at the tender age of five to never invite Amelia to her parties again but she was always armed with a huge chunk of chocolate cake for her friend after every one.

Sofía has been trying hard to not harbor secret animosity towards her father for the way her life is. He had basically forbidden her from making friends and dating was absolutely off limits since he wanted her to help secure other strong “business partners.” Donavon has made her life a prison and she has a strange feeling he is behind the Muñoz family’s sudden move back to Columbia. It’s hard to swallow the acrid bitterness crawling at the back of her throat. She wants to scream and lash out; because she knows this is hardly even about celebrating her birthday. The real purpose of this party is to introduce her to Romano Ferrante- son and heir of Bruno Ferrante- an Italian “business” giant. The man her father wants her to marry.

Her mother’s eyes light up when she notices her at the top of the double staircase.

“Fifi. Are you excited?”

The woman’s enthusiasm falls flat as her daughter continues to stare at her blankly. Her smile tightens at the edges. She runs an awkward hand through her shoulder length silk- pressed hair then down her perfectly pressed pantsuit, avoiding the wandering gazes from the caterers. She’s not even going anywhere but chooses to dress up to float idly around the house daily. Sofía wonders if it makes her feel a bit more important.

“I guess you’re having party jitters.” She tries an awkward laugh that the others reluctantly return as they try to avoid the tension while setting up.

“I’ll be back in five minutes. Remember to make the bathroom two doors down to your right on the east wing nice. That’s the only bathroom the guests will be permitted to use.” Iris gives her million dollar smile before moving upstairs to her daughter’s looming figure.

“Not very nice to ignore your mother in the presence of strangers.” Her mother looks downtrodden and Sofía immediately feels bad. The woman has just about the same amount of control in this situation as she does.

“I don’t want this.”

“The party? But we have it every ye-”

“And I hate it every year! These parties are never about me! It’s an opportunity dad uses to invite his socialite peers to gawk at his beautiful, untouched-”

“Sofía, don’t say tha-”

“why not? It’s the truth. You’ve heard him say it. It’s like some sick kind of auction to the highest bidder. The man who has the most money and influence that will be able to strengthen his dirty business wins.”

Iris looks momentarily stunned.

“D-dirty business? Your father owns car dealerships honey-”

Sofía dodges her mother’s hand that was about to toy with her fresh sew-in.

“Still treating me like a stupid, little kid huh? Tell me mom, why did Amelia and her family go back to Columbia? Did dad have somet-”

Sofía chokes at the sudden firm grip on her upper left arm.

“You don’t speak of that ever. Do you hear me?” There’s an almost crazed look of desperation in her mother’s eyes. It’s frightening. Sofía nods timidly.

“If your father ever-” The woman releases her grip to rub a soothing hand over her arm instead. The fear on her face immediately melts into a smile that even Sofía thinks is genuine. “Ever knew how nervous you are he’d tell you to relax. It’s going to be great.”

Sofía’s confusion is short-lived as the man makes his appearance from the left wing of the mansion behind her.

“Sofía’s nervous? Don’t worry, it’ll be even bigger than your twenty-third. And Romano is a good kid, you’ll like him.” The man is beaming as he pulls her in to plant a kiss on her forehead. “And I saw that emerald dress your mom got custom made for you, you’re going to be so beautiful.”

She’s aware that the man is speaking but Sofía’s brain has turned to mush. Virgil’s figure looms just behind her father’s 5’10 frame. He has been around even more often since Adrian went missing almost a week ago. Sofía keeps her eyes on her father’s chest so she doesn’t stare like the lovesick puppy he called her. From her peripheral vision she can see the black button down with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his arm full of tattoos. The black slacks fit his long legs so well that it’s unfair.

“Happy birthday, Sofía.” The rich baritone of his voice makes her want to cry.

“Th- thank you, Virgil sir.” She wants to face palm.

“Just Virgil is fine.” Then her father has his attention again as they mutter quietly while ambling downstairs. Sofía can’t help the way her eyes follow him from behind.

Iris clears her throat loudly. Sofía’s cheeks burn at the knowing smirk on the woman’s face.

“Fine specimen isn’t he?”

Sofía blinks at her mother in surprise. She was expecting to be fully chastised for her blatant staring.

“Don’t worry, I get it. A part of girlhood is crushing on a guy a lot older than you and that one is surely a looker. You’ll get over it soon but you can enjoy some eye candy.” Her mother offers a cheeky wink and Sofía can only return a halfhearted smile. If only her mother knew just how long she has been crushing…

“Look just…” Iris sighs; “I know this isn’t ideal at all but these are the cards you’ve been dealt. Romano is a year younger and very very handsome and I wouldn’t lie to you about that. Just get some sleep; there’s still nine hours to the party, you’ll feel better after a nap.”

‘I doubt that.’

But Sofía is not in the mood to argue so she just nods and makes her way back to her room.

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“This dress is… you look… wow.” His eyes are almost the same shade of green as the floor length bodycon dress with thigh slit that Sofía wears. The off shoulder dress has a built in corset that accentuates her figure and shows ample cleavage. Her hair is jet black and parted to the side; it flows down her back in medium loose curls. Her makeup is light apart from the dark brown eyeshadow look to highlight her doe brown eyes. She’s beautiful and really, really bored. The house is absolutely packed and has been that way since 9:30- an hour ago. She’s tired of halfhearted greetings and scathing stares.

“Your eyes are as green as my dress.” She says in a matter of fact tone before taking a sip of sweet white wine from her glass.

Romano’s cheeks tinge pink. His hair is jet black and frames his face in neatly cut curls. It matches his thick, groomed eyebrows and long lashes that curl around his impressive eyes. His nose is prominent and his face angular. He is handsome, every five feet and eleven inches of him.

“Thank you?” His eyes seek hers out in hopes that she confirms that her statement was indeed a compliment.

“Hmm, interesting but I prefer brown.” She slips into the crowd before she gets the chance to witness him being offended. Her father had forced her in his direction as soon as Romano and his father had arrived. Sofía was content to pretend to be interested in having a conversation with him until both men slipped upstairs a few minutes ago. Now she can sneak off into the kitchen for some more shrimp cocktails and hide away in the parts of the house where guests are forbidden until it’s time for her parents’ toasts.

********

Sofía hums quietly to the empty hallway while she exits one of the many guest bathrooms in the house. Darkness shrouds her temporarily after closing the door behind her until her eyes adjust to the dimly lit hallway; she was careful to not smudge her makeup while she did a hurried swish with mouthwash to get the scent of shrimp off her breath. Classical music drifts through the hallway from the party still in full swing downstairs and she fears her eyes will get stuck in her head if she rolls them again for the rest of the night. It’s all so pretentious to her. The faux sophistication as if they’re cultured into opera theaters and ballet recitals. Sofía’s sigh is full of resignation as she prepares to rejoin the crowd. Thump! She pauses, cocking her right ear down the lengthy hallway behind her.

“Please.” A quiet voice calls out. Sofía’s heart squeezes in her chest at the desperation dripping from that one word. Before her brain has a chance to fully process the situation, her feet pivot in the heeled sandals on her feet to take her further down the dimly lit hallway. Another hissed breath reaches her ear. Her eyes lock onto the guest bedroom two doors down.

“Pleaseee.” The voice rings out again. She’s sure now that the voice belongs to a woman. It’s high pitched with an almost melodious lilt. But it’s so so desperate that Sofía assumes the worst.

What if they’re torturing someone in there? People rarely venture this far down the east wing of the mansion. Perfect place for it. Three years ago this thought would have never crossed her mind, but coming to the realization of the kind of person her father might be, Sofía is terrified of what she could find behind the door that’s a few feet away. The sound of a greedy inhale that morphs into a choking sound reaches her ears just as Sofía discovers that the door is cracked open a few inches. The girl prepared herself for the worst: maybe a woman tied to a chair with a gun aimed at her temple; maybe she would have blood all over her face from being carved with a switchblade like the one her father keeps tucked to his side. But she never, ever could’ve imagined what she’s witnessing instead. Moonlight spills into the room from the curtain-less glass windows. It illuminates the glossy, strawberry blonde hair strewn across the plain white mattress in the middle of the room. The furniture in all the guest bedrooms are left bare until they’re in use; whether it be family dropping in town for a visit or a few of her father’s “friends” needing somewhere to lay low for whatever reason. Whoever this woman is, lying face first onto the bare mattress must’ve been desperate for it. Judging by her pleas and quiet grunts as the man drills into her from behind, the mattress is the least of her concern. The silver dress pools at her waist, her panties discarded on the floor by the feet of the man with a very familiar frame. From his height, to his build and the signature way he wears his hair. Sofía feels lightheaded. The man’s suit is in a neat little pile a few inches away from the woman on the bed. He has always been very particular about his appearance, so he definitely removed the suit to avoid it becoming wrinkled. She hadn’t seen him all night and thought that maybe he wouldn’t be attending, but she was wrong. Clearly. Virgil’s naked back is something that will forever be ingrained into her mind. It feels like every second she stands unmoving there’s a needle making an intricate pattern on her brain. A permanent tattoo. It will perfectly capture the image of his long, sinewy legs; of his tight, muscled behind crowned with two deep dimples in his lower back. The fluidity of his hips, as he pulls back and moves forward, as he sinks deep and makes tight little circles that forces the woman to muffle her scream into the mattress steals the breath from her lungs and the moisture from her mouth. His smooth back and broad shoulders and the dark markings along his arm. She’ll remember them all. But what she especially won’t forget, that will probably make her breath hitch a million times even as a memory as it does now, is the look in his eyes as they make eye contact in the window’s reflection. His gaze makes her skin tingle and tighten. The intensity of his eyes, the furrow between his brows, the way he stares like he wants… but that doesn’t make sense because he’s… he doesn’t stop. His hips don’t miss a single beat. He keeps going while he stares. The woman beneath him moans turn into staccato little screams. She’s going to… Sofía stumbles over feet in her haste to dash down the hall.

**************

A few people in the room probably think she’s having a stroke with the poor attempt of a smile she’s desperately trying to display. She raises her glass between her parents as the room erupts in a cheer after her parents’ toast (her father did most of the talking). Donovan and Iris place their hands above hers holding the handle of the blade that’s sunken in the middle of the large, chocolate flavored cake. The knife glides through the pastry like butter and Sofía desperately keeps her eyes trained on the intricately decorated dessert so she doesn’t have to look into the crowd and see him. It’s funny how she always sought him out with her eyes and now he’s the last person in this room she wants to see. The blonde woman had approached her to wish her a happy birthday with a bright smile on her face. Sofía barely reciprocated and wanted to throw up the shrimp in her stomach when the woman linked arms with Romano’s father. Is that his wife? She’s obviously too young to be Romano’s mother but it’s no question that she’s Mr. Ferrante's partner with the sweet kiss they shared. Sofía could only shiver.

“Music!” Her father bellows with a bright smile on his face. The party resumes; people continuing the conversations they paused to give their attention to the family at the top of the stairs a short while ago. Her father gently grasps her elbow with his right hand while he tucks his left in the pockets of his well fitted emerald slacks that match her dress. Her mother opted for a long, straight silver dress that does little to flatter her frame but makes her look every bit as sophisticated that she knows the woman desperately craves.

“Romano, have you wished Sofía a happy birthday yet? Seems like your conversation earlier was cut short because Sofía needed the bathroom.” The man gives a solid pat on Romano’s shoulder.

“I didn’t get the chance to. Happy birthday, Sofía.” The young man says awkwardly.

“Thank you.” Sofía fidgets, praying he doesn’t mention her insolence earlier.

“You two will be spending a lot of time together soon, don’t worry. Sofía is really smart! She’s studying some science degree at Stanford.”

Sofía couldn’t school the scowl of annoyance that pulls at the edges of her lips even if she tried.

“Chemistry, dad. I’m studyi-”

“Doesn’t matter! You won’t be needing that degree anyway because Romano is heir to his father’s business empire. She won’t need to work, right son?”

Romano nods reluctantly.

“Good! Your mother has a degree too you know? Something equally as fancy, smarts run in the family. But what’s important is that you provide Romano with man-”

“Mr. Hernandez.”

The trio’s attention is stolen by the towering man who suddenly appears to their right.

“Ah, Virgil! I was just introducing Sofía to Romano and giving them a little idea of what to expect in the fu-”

“A word please.” Virgil doesn’t wait for his response as he stalks off toward the stairs.

Her father narrows his eyes at his retreating form but follows after him.

Sofía didn’t even notice how tense her form was until she uncurls her hands from the tight fists she made. Little crescents dimple the skin of her palms from her nails. Her father was really going to humiliate her and her mother in front of a complete stranger for conversational purposes. The anger that simmers in her blood makes her skin clammy.

“Look, I don’t know what that was about but I’d never treat you like-”

“I appreciate that, Romano. Excuse me.”

She slowly maneuvers her way through the crowd toward the kitchen where she makes her exit through the door that leads outside.

********

It takes them three hours and twenty minutes to realize that she was missing from the party or maybe they noticed and didn’t want to make a scene. She finds that she cares very little about whichever one it is.

“How long did it take you to find me?” Sofía asks the looming figure in the greenhouse’s entrance.

“Not long, as soon as your father said you were missing from the house I knew where you’d be. He’s not happy that you ditched your betrothed again though.”

Sofía scoffs. “Please don’t use that word. It feels so…medieval.”

Virgil chuckles lightly in return. “It’s true though. He’s not happy.”

“I guess I’m in trouble then. I wonder if he’ll prepare another public speech about how my only purpose is to marry rich and provide my husband with a herd of children.” A shiver of disgust wracks her stooped frame.

“He won’t. We spoke about that.” The man says with finality.

Sofía shivers for an entirely different reason.

“You immediately knew where I’d be huh? I guess you observe me a lot more than you want to admit.” She pretends to be busy checking over her tomatoes that she already knows are in perfect condition.

“Not hard to notice this place is your escape. You can’t go anywhere else.” He mutters nonchalantly.

She can physically feel him drawing closer without looking back at him.

“It is. I put my theories from classes into practice here and it’s so rewarding seeing the literal fruits of my labor.” She chuckles awkwardly. She doesn’t comment on the last part of his statement. They all know she’s basically a prisoner.

Silence stretches between them for several minutes while Sofía moves around the large space observing every single plant. There are a variety of tomatoes, peppers, carrots and colorful cabbages. There are even a few Lemon, kumquats and orange trees that are bearing fruit. The cooks make use of her garden often and it’s so rewarding— feeling useful in some way.

“So… you like them blonde, huh?” Sofía had promised herself she wouldn’t mention it but she couldn’t resist. She has no right to be jealous. None at all. Yet…

“And brunette, raven, red, blue…”

“Oh. So it’s not a preference thing?” She fingers a yellowing lemon on the tree.

“I don’t prefer blondes.” He responds easily.

“What do you prefer?”

He shrugs and takes the time to examine her peppers.

“Seriously though, Virgil. Mr. Ferrante’s woman? Aren’t we supposed to be forming some alliance with them? That’s why my father wants me to marry Romano, right?” She tries seeking out his eyes with her own but the man pointedly ignores her stare.

“You don’t need to worry about that.”

“The hell I do? If you’re going to cause this whatever to possibly fall through then what’s the point? I’m just going to be shipped off to play house with some stranger for no reason! Who knows what they’ll do to me under their roof if they find ou-”

“You need to go back inside. The longer you make him wait the more irate he will become.” Virgil interrupts her anxious rant. He feigns nonchalance but she can see the way his jaw clenches.

Sofía sighs. She knows she’s getting no answers from him. “Is the party still going?”

“No. The last of the guests should’ve left by now.”

“You saw me. You saw me in the doorway and you didn’t stop. You were… you stared, while you… why?”

“Inside, Sofía.”

She huffs but turns to stomp her way across the well manicured lawn towards the house.

********

After almost an hour of being properly chastised by her father, Sofía is so relieved to be in her dark, quiet room that her eyes fill with tears. She drags the dress down the length of her body while she makes her way to the ensuite bathroom. She barely spends ten minutes in the shower despite the blissfully warm water. She’s almost swaying on her feet from the eventful evening she had. Sofía pauses by her dresser. She’s clearly really exhausted if she missed the medium sized white box placed carefully on the edge of her king- sized bed. It lays there, with a pretty though simplistic little white bow on top. Gripping the towel tightly around her waist, she cautiously approaches the box. There’s a note on top. ‘What if it’s a bomb?’ Sofía scoffs out loud at the negative thought then quickly grabs the square piece of paper. She exhales a harsh breath at the silence after making contact with the box. Flipping the card over, she’s met with the neatest cursive handwriting she has ever seen. Happy birthday. That’s it. Sofía places the note down on the bed and lifts the top off the box easily. She audibly gasps at the small pouches she finds inside. Picking them up carefully, they’re all labeled: strawberries, plums, peaches, cherries and loquats. Seeds. Not just any seeds, the seeds she has been begging her father to take to her the garden store to buy for weeks. Every time he’d refuse claiming to be too busy or needing Adrian for a task so the man couldn’t make the almost ninety minute drive.

“Oh…” her throat is tight with the need to cry. She can’t recall the last time she had been gifted on her birthday and with something that she actually wanted. Someone was paying attention to her interests and wanted to do something special for her. Sofía racks her brain for who could be behind it. Her mother loves to give her gifts but they come in the form of expensive shoes or jewelry; she never understood Sofía’s love of “playing in soil” as she would often say. Her father’s idea of gifts are the parties he throws and two expensive suvs that she can’t even drive. Just as she’s ready to draw a blank her brain screeches to a halt. There’s only one person who heard her making the request to her father a few weeks ago; the only one who would even dare to come near her room without permission. Sofía’s cheeks heat and her heart flutters in her chest. Virgil.

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Masterlist ;)

*= smut

The Hunger Games

Imagines

Finnick Odair

Wasting All These Tears On You

Don’t Be Late

Love and War

Peeta Mellark

They Don't Know About Us

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Worse Things

Cato Hadley

Marvel Sanford

Clove Kent

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

Series

none yet :(

Teen Wolf

Imagines

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Jealousy, Jealousy

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Lydia Martin

Issac Lahey

Allison Argent

Malia Hale/Tate

Liam Dunbar

Kira Yukimara

Series

Lupus Nox- S1 Cast, Prologue, S1 E1, S1 E2, S1 E3, S1 E4, S1 E5, S1 E6, S1 E7, S1 E8, S1 E9, S1 E10, S1 E11, S1 E12

S2 Cast, S2 E1, S2 E2

The Maze Runner

Imagines

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Aris

Brenda

Sonya

Harriet

Series

none yet :(

Marvel

Imagines

Steve Rogers

Sparks Fly

Tony Stark

Snowflake

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Logan Howlett

Peter Quill

Misery Loves Company

Gamora Ben Titan

Peter Parker

Peter Parker (TASM)

Thor Odinson

Michelle Jones-Watson

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Series

none yet :(

Once Upon A Time

Imagines

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

Killian Jones

David Nolan/Prince Charming

Peter Pan

Rumplestiltskin

Neal Cassidy/Baelfire

Series

none yet :(

Bridgerton

Imagines

Anthony Bridgerton

How To Be A Heartbreaker

Colin Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

King George

Simon Bassett

Eloise Bridgerton

Series

none yet :(

Harry Potter

Imagines

Harry Potter

About Time

Ron Weasley

Hermoine Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Like I Can

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Luna Lovegood

Bellatrix Lestrange

Series

none yet :(

Glee

Imagines

Finn Hudson

Sam Evans

Jesse St. James

Quinn Fabray

Santana Lopez

Brittany S. Pierce

Rachel Berry

Mercedes Jones

Mike Chang

Noah Puckerman

Series

none yet :(

Criminal Minds

Imagines

Aaron Hotchner

Undercover Heat

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

No Place Like Home

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Matthew Simmons

Luke Alves

Kate Callahan

Series

none yet :(

9-1-1

Imagines

Evan 'Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

I Knew You Were Trouble

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Howard 'Chimney' Han

Maddie Buckley

Series

none yet :(

Gossip Girl

Imagines

Chuck Bass

Nate Archibald

Dan Humphrey

Serena Van Der Woodsen

Blair Waldorf

Carter Baizen

Series

none yet :(

Pitch Perfect

Imagines

Jesse Swanson

The Flirting Game

Beca Mitchell

Chloe Beale

Bumper Allen

Cynthia Rose

Benji Applebaum

Donald Walsh

Fat Amy/Patricia Hobart

Series

none yet :(

WWE

Imagines

Roman Reigns

Relinquish Control

Cody Rhodes

Fight Me

Fight Me Pt. 2

Shake It For Me

Tricky Situations

You Never Noticed

My Favorite Plot Twist

Jey Uso

Just Friends?

Jimmy Uso

Solo Sikoa

CM Punk

A Gift for the Victor, Pt. 2*

My Hero

Seth Rollins

Double-Booked*

Rhea Ripley

AJ Styles

Damian Priest

LA Knight

Rules

Sami Zayn

Bron Breakker

Dominik Mysterio

Drew McIntyre

You Never Noticed Pt. 2

Alex Shelley

Chris Sabin

Gunther

Brand New

My Forever Champion*

Series

In My Corner:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

Miscellaneous

Chandler Bing

New Years Eve

We Can’t Be Friends

[chrishme]

hello everyone ˚ʚ♡ɞ this is a multifandom tumblr where i will write for the following characters, and rules for requesting will be below as well.

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THE OFFICE

jim halpert. pam beesly. andrew bernard. dwight schrute. michael scott

THE WALKING DEAD

rick grimes. daryl dixon. carl grimes. maggie greene. glenn rhee. michonee hawthrone. negan. rosita espinosa.

BREAKING BAD

jesse pinkman. jane margolis. walter jr.

SHAMELESS

fiona gallagher. lip gallagher. carl gallagher. kevin ball. veronica fisher. sventlana yevgenivna. mandy milkovich.

STRANGER THINGS

mike wheeler. lucas sinclair. dustin henderson. will byers. johnathan byers. eleven byers. max mayfield. steve harrington. billy hargrove. nancy wheeler. robin buckley. jim hopper.

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen. peeta mellark. finnick odair. haymitch abernathy.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

damon salvatore. stefan salvatore. elena gilbert. caroline forbes. bonnie bennet. jeremy gilbert. tyler lockwood. matt donovan. enzo st john.

MARVEL

peter parker [tom, andrew]. wade wilson. logan howlett. steve rogers. tony stark. natasha romanoff. thor odinson. peter quill. scott lang. bruce banner. wanda maximoff. bucky barnes. gamora. cable. marc spector.

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

arthur morgan. sadie adler. john marston. dutch van der linde.

THE LAST OF US [GAME]

ellie williams. joel miller.

TMNT [BAYVERSE]

leonardo. michelangelo. donatello. raphael. apriel o'neil. casey jones.

CELEBS

billie eilish. tom holland.

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woah, that was alot. now if you want to request, here are some rules: most of my girl images will be xfem! reader, but i may do some xmale readers if wanted! i will definately be writting smut if the concept is something that i am comfortable with. smut posts will always have warnings and will be 18+. i will not write anythng relating to incest, r*pe, or domestic violence. I hope to be able to write some things for you folks to enjoy, happy requesting! ʚ♡ɞ

[mrsjellymunson]

Hey, Boss

A prequel to Hello, Stranger

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper, Raymond ‘Red’ Reddington, Mr Kaplan, Dembe Zuma

Pairing: None until the next part (where it becomes Eddie Munson x gn!reader)

AU: Stranger Things AU with elements of The Blacklist

Summary: Eddie falls into a new line of work…

WC: ~3.9k

CW: 18+ MDNI. This miniseries is SFW, depending on your tolerance for dark/violent themes, but most of my blog is 18+ so minors please be aware of this and DNI. Dark humour, black comedy. Allusions to drug use, alcohol consumption, violence, crime and murder. Weapons, bodies and death are discussed. No smut, no reader in this part. This is a Stranger Things AU, the upside down is very briefly alluded to but Eddie doesn’t know about it. No time period mentioned, so if events or technology don’t track that’s why that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. The characters don’t know each other like they do in ST.

A/N: This is the prequel to ‘Hello, Stranger’. The two parts can be read in either order. As in the original part, there are some Easter eggs in here, this time from The Blacklist (obvs), Stargate, and a deliciously niche one from John Wick. Let me know if you spot any!

A/N additional: I would never have believed that I’d be revisiting this story a year after publishing it to add a fun little prologue, but here we are! 😃 The original part was written for a Halloween prompt event last year and was the first lengthy thing I’d shared; I was SO ridiculously nervous about posting it, you have no idea 🫣 Reading it again now, would I change things in the original? Yes. But mainly things like punctuation and formatting, because I think over the last year my writing has become clearer, so I’m kinda pleased that I’d leave the story exactly how it is. For anyone discovering this for the first time, I hope you enjoy!! Please let me know with a comment/reblog/feral spewings in my inbox, I’d love it, srsly 😉🖤

I have an Easter egg reveal post planned for this miniseries, if you’d like to hear about it just ask to be added to my general taglist where you can get notified about all my writing posts ☺️🖤

My masterlist

It’s a chilly October night, close to Halloween, and Eddie’s blasted out of his mind. Gareth got hold of some super strong skunk from a cousin who was visiting from out of state, and that combined with a few cool beers has left him even more buzzed than usual.

Forgoing his van on the insistence of his friends, and wanting to get home to the relative warmth of the trailer sooner rather than later, he’s decided to take a shortcut across Merrill Wright’s fields.

High as all hell, he's staggering as he navigates the pumpkins, managing to avoid most of the obvious orange orbs but forgetting that their tendrils need looking out for too.

He’s already tripped a couple of times, and curses out the vines for both being invisible at night and clearly conspiring with each other to sabotage his journey home. He swears that at least twice he’s seen them move...

Pushing through a thin layer of trees separating one field from the next, he stumbles forwards as an impeding branch snaps and gives way. Moving too quickly to stop himself, he totters forwards, hoping to regain his balance once he’s free of the spindly foliage.

But surprisingly, his feet fail to connect with anything at all, the ground disappears, and Eddie falls face first into… nothing.

Though it doesn’t remain nothing for long, swiftly becoming the harsh smack of hard, and very cold, dirt against his knees, torso and face.

Shocked, confused and more than a little winded, Eddie grunts and rolls onto his side, groaning. 

“Oooooohhhhhh fuuuuuuuckk…. What the hell—?”

He spits out a few clods of mud, and possibly part of a worm (sorry, dude), and tries to work out what just happened.

His hair has fallen over his face, and he pushes the waves, now bedecked with a sprinkling of leaves and soil, out of his eyes and looks upwards. 

Instead of the expected expanse of the clear night sky, perhaps even a few constellations if he cared to look carefully, his vision seems to have tunnelled, a significant proportion of it now a deep black. 

Sitting upright, he briefly wonders whether he’s concussed, or worse, but then the sound of someone speaking garners his undivided attention.

A light, high voice cuts through the night. 

“Hey, do you hear something?”

Eddie freezes, eyes wide. He’s not sure whether he’s comforted or more freaked out to discover he’s not the only one in this field at this time of night. This dark, isolated, middle-of-nowhere, nobody-within-screaming-distance field.

Another voice, deeper than the first, replies, 

“Like what?”

“I dunno, a grunt maybe?”

“A grunt? Uhh, no.”

“Why am I asking you anyway? Your ears are shot after one too many sportsball encounters…”

“Hey, shut up.”

Eddie hears some shuffling and a chortle, like two people jostling each other, before the deeper voice speaks again, but it’s in no way comforting.

“Uh, this guy’s definitely dead, right?”

There’s a noise that sounds like thick plastic being prodded with something.

“Yeah, yeah, this guy definitely. But I’m sure I heard something from over there.”

“Are you trying to spook me? You know how much I hate Halloween.”

Eddie hears an overly dramatic brrr and the rustling of clothing, and he imagines the guy shivering, like he’s shaking off a covering of non-existent snow.

Eddie, terrified but with a new sense of urgency, and eyes adjusting to the new level of darkness, glances more fully around his environment, figuring out that he’s definitely below ground level and in some kind of a hole. He spreads his arms wide, moving them around, and notices he can feel the edges on two sides, but not all four, meaning it’s a long hole. Long enough for him to lay down in. A hole, long enough to fit a human being in, but not much else. Okay, so… 

Wait, this is a fucking grave! Fuck, he’s in a goddamn motherfucking grave!!

Eddie stands, wobbling a little, and notices his eyeline is still below ground level. He reaches up, grabbing at the soil at the edge of the hole, but it’s dry and loose and crumbles in his hands. He tries to jump, grabbing at anything he can find on the ground, but to no avail. It’s tilled earth and there are no branches or roots, not even grass, that he can grab to pull himself out. He mentally takes back everything he said about pumpkin vines…

Suddenly he hears a dull thud, the sound of dragging, muttering, and two people grunting. 

Shit, they’re getting closer. And now there’s a large package wrapped in blue plastic at the edge of the hole, and they’ve just dropped two shovels, and—

Feigning nonchalance, Eddie leans a muddy shoulder against the raw earth, one hand on his hip and the other swiping through his hair as two faces, backlit by moonlight, hove into view. His voice cracks with,

“Hee-eeey guys, how’s it goin’?”

What the hell?? He’s literally standing in an open grave, that these two have probably just dug, and that’s the best he can come up with?

The figures regard Eddie, then turn to each other, then look back at Eddie. They both frown and in unison cock their heads sideways in the same direction, and Eddie, stoned and in shock as he is, has to suppress a giggle. 

Fuck, that weed really was strong… Damn you, Gareth’s cousin!

One of the figures, the slighter of the two, gestures into the hole with a muddy, gloved hand, asking, 

“Is he one of yours?”

The other guy looks both startled and mildly offended.

“What? No! Of course not!”

“Well, there was that one time where you, y’know, missed the mark, and we had to spend an hour chasing the guy before we put him down.”

The taller of the two flaps his arms exasperatedly, trying to point an index finger in the air but failing, the heavy duty gloves he’s wearing making him look more like he’s holding up a fist.

“One time! The one time I miss a goddamn artery and you’ve never let me live it down. Jeez man, gimme a goddamn break!”

“Okay, okay, I’m just sayin’”

“Well don’t! I don’t appreciate it when you criticise my abilities and undermine my self esteem.”

The slimmer figure speaks again, resting the knuckles of one gloved hand against their waist.

“Did your therapist tell you to say that?”

“Hey, don’t knock it. She’s helping me process my intergenerational trauma and internalised lack of self-worth.” 

The tall figure says the words like he’s reciting from a book, but he says them with conviction. Eddie briefly wonders whether he should ask the guy for the title. He finishes with, 

“Anyway, I don’t know who the fuck this asshole is.”

Hands now on his hips, he turns his attention back to Eddie, who, whilst they’d been talking, had been surreptitiously clawing at the back edge of the hole, trying desperately to lever himself out.

The figure with the higher voice turns to their compatriot, and with a somewhat sardonic tone to their voice remarks,

“Well, I suppose we’d better try and find out who this asshole is, and where he came from, huh?”

They lean forwards into the hole and brace themselves with their hands against their knees.

The skinnier figure begins the interrogation with,

“Did Andrea send you? Was it Annie?”

The taller guy continues,

“Wait, was it Red? Cuz if it was Red you can tell him it’s not fuckin’ funny…”

Eddie stammers,

“N-n-o, man, no. I don’t know who any of those people are. I’m, uh, I’m nobody, literally! I was just stoned, and walkin’ home and I, uh, just kinda, fell into this… whatever this delightful arrangement is.”

He gestures around him, attempting to convey that he neither knows, nor cares, exactly what this is.

Tall guy regards him down his nose.

“So, if nobody sent you, then nobody knows you’re here. But now you know we’re here. And I’m guessing that you’re guessing what we’re about to do here. So, I’m guessing the best thing all the way around is if you, y’know, stay here…”

Eddie, in his inebriated state, didn’t completely follow what this guy just said, but when the guy reaches behind him into his belt, and Eddie hears the unmistakable metallic clink of a gun being retrieved, he gets the message pretty damn quickly. 

The shovels, the ‘package’, the gun… oh god!

“Nonononono! Waitwaitwait!!”

He extends his arms and frantically waves his filthy hands in front of him in supplication. 

Think, Eddie, think!! What would you encourage the sheep to do in such an impossible campaign situation? Thiiiiiiink!

The guy levels the gun at Eddie’s head. He still can’t see their faces clearly, but he can most certainly make out the end of the barrel as it glints in the moonlight.

Eddie scrunches his eyes up tight, grimacing, every muscle in his body tensing in expectation of the horror to come.

Abruptly, his mind fills with the most bizarre and inspired creative idea that he thinks he’s ever had.

Fuck, that weed really was strong… Thank you, Gareth’s cousin!

“What if I told you I could help make your job easier? Maybe more enjoyable? Or, at the very least, more interesting?”

He sees the barrel of the gun lower ever so slightly. 

Oh good, now it’s not aimed at his head. Just at his chest. Progress?

He presses on.

“Your bosses want you to make people disappear, right? Boring, efficient, sure. But not that interesting. Probably doesn’t pay all that well either, huh?”

The two figures look at each other again, frowning, and Eddie’s pretty sure they're deciding whether they should let the guy in the hole keep talking, or just shut him up for good, drop the other package in and cover them both over.

“How about we give ‘em a little something extra first? Like a show? A demonstration. An exhibition, if you will.”

Eddie’s got into his stride now, and is walking up and down the length of the six foot hole waving his arms in wide arcs, as if he’s delivering one of his lunchtime diatribes on a canteen table.

“Say there’s some guy who’s been messin’ with your patch. Goods are goin’ missing, or his funds are coming up short. Sure, you could just pop a cap in him and stick him in the ground,” 

He glances nervously at the tarp-wrapped bundle, 

“But wouldn’t it be more satisfying to really teach him a lesson. Bury him at the four corners of the state? Spray him all over this field? Dissolve him ‘til there’s nothing left? Now that really sends a message, don’tcha think? Plus, it’d sure be entertaining for your bosses to watch. Must get pretty boring for them. Y’know, pop a guy, wrap a guy, pop a guy, wrap a guy…”

He regards the two heavies carefully, trying to judge whether he’s made any impression on them whatsoever. They’re looking at each other and then back at Eddie.

Eventually the bigger figure speaks.

“Whaddaya think, Rob? Shall we take him back to talk to—“

“Fuckssake Steve, don’t tell him my name! Ah, fuck, Jeez…”

Sighing, the figure turns back towards Eddie.

“Yeah, okay, if this is as revelatory as you say it is, then fine. But it better be. Don’t make us come back out here for a second time tonight.”

Eddie takes this threat very, very seriously. 

“Okay, okay, whatever you say. I’ll do whatever you need me to do, I swear.”

The figure pauses for a moment, contemplative, before puffing out a long breath from between their lips.

“Well, for a start you can help us finish up with this guy. Steve, get him out of that hole and pass him my shovel...”

Eddie’s only thought is, great, I’m not gonna die! At least, not right now…

———

An hour later, freezing, muddy, exhausted, still terrified and, incongruously, still a little stoned, Eddie walks between Rob and Steve back to their vehicle, an SUV that he notices has “Buckley & Harrington, Landscaping Services & Specialised Waste Disposal” emblazoned on the side. 

‘Specialised waste disposal’ indeed… 

They bundle Eddie into the back, Rob grousing the whole way, and make him lie under yet another blue tarp so he can’t see where they’re going. He doesn’t much like being on this side of the plastic, and dearly hopes it’s the only time he has to experience it.

After some time, and a number of bruises acquired from sliding around the truck bed, the truck stops and the two figures start to bundle Eddie out of the back.

Still partially under the tarp, Eddie sees the lower half of a large, heavy set man in military fatigues and combat boots join them outside. Still shaken from the evening’s events and disoriented from the uncomfortable journey, Eddie can’t quite make out their entire conversation. He does hear what the hell and let me explain, plus a lot of grumbling in what could be a West African accent.

Finally freed from the tarp, Eddie is grabbed by the shoulders from behind by a pair of very strong hands, dragged off the truck bed and shoved, stumbling, forwards.

The three figures walk him into an old warehouse, the huge shutters open to the night and the entire place brightly lit and remarkably active given the hour. It’s crammed with pallets, shelves, crates, people and machinery. There are forklifts lifting things in and out of trucks and people carrying paperwork and speaking on phones. Many seem to have ominous-looking bulges in their waistbands and jackets that Eddie really doesn’t want to become any more closely acquainted with.

A large man is barking orders and holding a mug that says coffee and contemplation on the side, but judging by the subtle wince that happens each time he takes a swig, Eddie suspects it contains something stronger than his favourite Java. His voice is gruff, and to his great surprise, Eddie recognises it. 

“Uh, Hopper, is that you?”

The man turns, frowning at first, but as he clocks Eddie his free hand flaps dejectedly at his side and his eyes roll up into his skull. 

“Oh Jeez. What the hell is he doing here? What have you two idiots done now?”

Eddie's new acquaintances look sheepishly at each other. The one named Rob ventures,

“Uh, he has a proposal for Red, something about a novel business idea?”

“Goddamnit, I know this guy! And now, thanks to you two bozos, he knows me too!”

Steve interjects this time,

“Just give him five minutes with Mr Kaplan, boss! Honestly, I think Red’s gonna love this.”

Hopper doesn’t look convinced, but he grabs a guy with a clipboard as he scurries past and asks him to find whoever Mr Kaplan is. Eddie doesn’t like the sound of this. The dude sounds pretty scary.

After no more than a minute, a small, tweed-clad lady appears. She’s older than everyone here, and her face is pinched, but somehow also looks kind. Eddie imagines she’d look far more at home in a library than… whateverthisis. He wonders if she’s Mr Kaplan’s secretary, or something.

“Come on then you two, spit it out. I don’t have all day.”

The two stammer and splutter their way through an explanation, trying to justify why they not only spared this guy, but also brought him back to their base of operations. Eddie finally comprehends that this is Mr Kaplan. He doesn’t know whether to be relieved, or even more terrified.

At various points Mr Kaplan sucks in her cheeks, tilts her head and folds her arms, reminding Eddie of every disapproving teacher he ever had, and more than once he considers how far he might get if he hightailed it through those large doors and made off into the night. But then he remembers how he got here, who he’s with, the amount of hardware everyone appears to be carrying, how often he skipped PT at school, how much he’s smoked this evening (not to mention over the last however many years), and, not least, the fact that he has less than no clue about where he actually is. 

Finally, the two cronies stop talking, and Mr Kaplan’s focus turns entirely to Eddie. Despite being significantly taller than she is, he feels about two feet high under her gaze, and that this moment could be about to define his future, his fate.

“Well, dearie, it’s certainly a unique proposition. And one I’m intrigued to see if you can pull off. But ultimately, it’s not my decision. All I can do is get you a meeting with Red, and then you’re on your own.”

Steve seems thrilled by this outcome, his eyes wide and a grin on his lips. He shifts in place excitedly and jovially taps his elbow against Eddie’s upper arm. Eddie side-eyes him, guessing the guy is pleased that he isn’t going to suffer any repercussions for going ‘off script’ by bringing Eddie here like this, but he does wonder what on earth makes him think they’re ever going to be friends.

Mr Kaplan nods to Hopper, who takes this as his cue and disappears out of sight. Mr Kaplan doesn’t see it, but Eddie notices his weary-looking eye roll.

Eddie finally gets a good look at the guy who ‘helped’ him off the truck and brought him inside. He’s tall, huge, shaven-headed and intimidating. Eddie doesn’t look for long.

After a few minutes, the shaven-headed heavy motions for Eddie to step into a somewhat more private area of the warehouse, sectioned off by some disturbing-looking medical curtains on rusting rails that offer visual, if not much auditory, privacy. Eddie figures the noise of vehicles and machinery elsewhere likely drown out any talking that goes on in here anyway.

There’s a screen set up that’s displaying a fuzzy, low quality image of a man sitting in what appears to be a lavish sitting room. There’s a picture of a landscape, or maybe sky, hanging to his left, and the audio quality is marred by a low rumble. Eventually, Eddie’s brain catches up and he realises it’s not a picture at all but a window, and what Eddie can see is clouds and what he can hear is the roar of an engine - the guy’s on a plane. All he can think is, Jeezus, this guy must be loaded.

As the image comes into better focus the figure looks oddly familiar. Eddie’s vaguely reminded of a sci-fi film he saw that had Kirt Russell in it and something about pyramids, but he brushes it aside, more important things on his mind. 

The man is clad in a fedora and an exquisitely tailored suit, and as Eddie is positioned in front of what he presumes is a camera the figure removes his hat and lifts a crystal tumbler containing a deep brown liquid to his lips.

Hopper fills Eddie in.

“This is Mr Reddington. You can speak when he says you can.”

The well-dressed man speaks first, in a voice that’s even more imposing than that of the tall heavy who brought Eddie in here. 

“I understand you have a business proposition for me, young man. I’d like to hear it directly from you, if I may?”

Eddie thinks quickly, describing possible scenarios that he’s come up with. He reiterates the ideas he had earlier, and adds a few more, getting inspiration from horror movies, comics, and even some of his D&D campaigns.

“That does all sound very interesting. And heaven knows we need some levity in this business. But I do need to confer with my colleagues. Chief, what do you think? Does this kid’s idea have legs?”

Hopper and Red have a moment of eye contact, before Hopper sighs loudly and admits, reluctantly,

“It is kinda novel. And he’s basically a good kid, don’t kill him yet, huh? He can be annoying as fuck, but goddamnit if he goes missing we’d have to do at least some kind of an investigation. The amount of people I’d have to interview, the press… The paperwork alone would be hell…”

He pinches the top of his nose, and Red purses his lips, apparently conceding that Hopper’s time would be much better spent doing whatever it is that he does for him rather than wasting it on unimportant matters such as police work. His expression suddenly brightens, and the formerly imposing figure on the screen turns disconcertingly jovial.

“Well, I think it sounds like fun. I’ll tell you what, we’ll try him out for a couple of months and see how he does.”

Hopper turns to look at Eddie.

“Okay, Munson, we’re gonna give you a try. You’d better keep it interesting though, or so help me…”

He makes a small but unsubtle slicing motion across his neck with his thumb. Eddie takes it at face value, knowing he means it.

Red addresses the whole group now.

“You know, this reminds me of the time I was playing miniature golf in Andalucia with the Sultan of Brunei and Jimmy Hoffer. Richard Pryor walked up and asked if any of us knew anything about llama farming. We all looked at him askance, I mean, do any of us look like we did? But then, to my great surprise and delight, the Sultan said…”

The burly dude holds Eddie around the shoulders again, but more gently than before. At least, Eddie assumes it’s gentle. The guy’s stature suggests significantly more physical ‘prowess’, which Eddie’s grateful he's not been on the receiving end of. He’s steered away from the screen and back towards the main area of the warehouse.

Nervously, just before they leave the curtained off area and afraid this might be seen as an offense, Eddie stammers,

“Where’re we- Shouldn’t I…?”

The man’s deep, caramel voice carries easily to Eddie’s ears, as he remarks,

“Trust me, you don’t want to be on the receiving end of any more of Raymond’s epic tales than you absolutely have to be. You can thank me later.”

Eddie looks back over his shoulder, just in time to see Chief Hopper’s brow crinkle and raise in what looks to be a poor facsimile of engagement, and he takes another, deep, swig from his coffee mug. He, apparently, knew he was in it for the duration.

They reach the area where Steve and Rob are still standing, apparently playing some kind of thumb war game. The big guy extends a powerful-looking hand towards Eddie, clasping his own in an iron grip. There’s a soft smile on his face as he looks down and says,

“Welcome to the team. I’m Dembe, by the way.”

Mr Kaplan finishes up a conversation she’s having nearby with another pair of guys with clipboards and conspicuous gun holsters, and as she’s making her way out, she remarks to Eddie,

“You’re in luck, you can start tonight. We’re expecting another package, so you can help these two clowns. God knows they need it.”

Steve frowns, and Rob emits a quiet,

“Hey—”

Mr Kaplan continues,

“No need for anything elaborate right now dearie, save that for next time. But we do need some supplies. Dembe, get him some cash from the office.”

Eddie’s conflicted. He’s confused, excited, relieved, and, yep, still a little wasted.

He does have his typical nervousness about how well he’s actually gonna be able to “perform”, and how long he can keep up the interest in what he’s suggested. Following a brief discussion with Steve and Rob, a few crumpled bills are shoved into his overly-sweaty palm.

Of course, his main thought is, great, I’m not gonna die! At least, not tonight… 

But his overriding concern soon becomes:

Where the hell is he going to find rope, duct tape and a shovel at this time of night??

Next part, ‘Hello, Stranger’

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Are your requests still open? I’d love a fic where the (AFAB) reader is in a situation where she’s forced to share a bed with Vessel (maybe she’s a musician who’s touring with ST and the hotel is short on rooms? lol I know it’s super cliche) and in the middle of the night he wakes her up by initiating sex? 🥰

This was so fun to write, thank you!! And thank you for being my first request/ask, I'll never forget it! Sorry it took me a hot second to finish. To be honest, I feel I got a tad carried away but I hope I did our lean bean of a man justice! <3

vessel x f!band!reader

warnings: smut MDNI +18

You were waiting in the lobby of the hotel your tour agent had booked, spinning your luggage case lazily by its extended handle. The staff had been frantic as your large group entered the building.

 IV was at the counter talking to the man who was clicking desperately at his computer. Something clearly was wrong with the reservation, but you were so tired that you really didn't care, you just wanted to slide into a cozy bed and sleep like the dead. It had been a long day, not including the show tonight and piling into a van afterwards. 

Two of your best friends and bandmates, Alexis and Maggie were sitting on one of the lobby couches quietly showing memes to II. Vessel, III, and Liv, your bassist, were sitting on the bench right next to them. You all had gotten to know each other fairly well considering you inhabited a bus for numerous hours, watched each other practice, and went out to eat together. 

You had noticed Vessel staring at times the past few weeks. You didn’t particularly mind the man was checking you out, it felt good to be wanted in a genuine way. You were not opposed to something new. You had become aware of him giving you glances that were a few seconds too long, a hand grazing just a little slower, him waiting for you so he could walk with you to wherever you were going. 

And the teasing and bickering, god, it never ended. You didn't expect any different, being in close quarters with four boys and your three raunchy best friends, it was a constant war. You didn't quite know how to navigate these waters with Vessel though, it had been quite a while since your last boyfriend.

Your attention was brought back by IV walking back over to where you stood, a grimace on his face.

“Something happened to their booking system, they’re overbooked and we're going to have to share rooms until tomorrow.” 

Some sort of seniority took over his voice, “Maggie, Alexis, Liv you can share the two-queen room, II, III, and I will share the other. That leaves you and Ves with the last king room”, he said pointing between you and Vessel. 

Your eyes could’ve popped out of your head at that moment, but you schooled your expression hopefully before anyone noticed. You looked over to your bandmates and saw how Liv wanted to protest, but closed her mouth before she could say anything, knowing it was futile and everyone was too exhausted to care. It was nearing 3am and you were only spending two nights here before traveling again. 

Vessel's eyes instantly shot towards yours, a small smirk forming on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. Those lips. 

“I guess it's you and me, then, love.” He gets up, standing to his full height before grabbing his duffel bag from beside him. The rest of the group rises and gathers their things, IV giving out key cards in silence. 

You look at your girls, bidding them goodnight with a small wave and suddenly your hands are empty. Vessel had taken it upon himself to steal your suitcase and start walking towards the elevators. 

Startled, Maggie giggles behind you at your expression. Breath leaves your mouth in a sort of sigh and laugh, and your tired legs begin to move in his direction. He is already in the elevator, keeping the door open for you. 

“Damn your long legs.” 

He turns to you once the doors shut, “I hope you have a little bit of energy left in you,” 

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” You know what kind of tone he has, a playful, flirtatious one that makes you blush. 

“I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?” the doors open to the new floor and he darts out, immediately walking in long strides and searching for the correct door. You try to keep up, watching him try the key card on the fifth door down the hall and entering. You walk into the blackness of the room knowing he's just in front of you. He nearly giggles as he turns on the bedside lamp and watches your face scrunch up at the sudden light. 

“You could at least warn a girl,” you yawn. Just as described, there is one large plushy looking king bed in the center of the room, a tv mounted to the wall, a little breakfast counter, and a door ajar on the other side, the bathroom. 

Vessel drops both of your bags at the end of the bed, “Okay, me first, I need a shower.” he announces. You scoff and nod anyway, both of you taking out your pajamas and toiletries you'll need to set them aside. 

Vessel puts his hand on your hip from behind you, the boldest move he’s made yet, “I’ll be quick” is all he whispers near your ear. The warmth of his hand lingers on you even though you hear the door shut. You finally breathe again, you had stood frozen for too long. Is this really happening? 

You finally search out the TV remote, finding some mind-numbing home renovation show. You watch a few minutes, zoning out entirely, before the knob of the door twists and you turn your head. Your eyebrows raise at the sight before you. 

He is a little damp, clothes in hand, the last few water droplets running down his lean torso, hair scruffy from the towel dry he did before wrapping it lowly around his waist. You almost drool before looking back up to his eyes. 

“My eyes are up here, darlin,” he smirks. You feel your entire being light up red hot before you want to implode for getting caught staring at the very… enticing area that he is putting on display. It's not like he wears those pants for no reason at shows, it leaves little to your imagination and he knows it. 

You jump up with your head down, grabbing your things and dipping into the bathroom without another word. You shower hot, needing an excuse to be as pink as you were with that fine man that you had been roomed with. Your pajamas were just an oversized Sleep Token shirt and a short pair of plaid shorts. 

After scrubbing the day off of you, you change into your pajamas before your hand hesitates at the knob. You breathe out. We are just sleeping. We aren’t even anything yet. Why am I being so dramatic about this? 

You summon all of your courage to open the door and look out to see Vessel in bed, scrolling his phone, the room only illuminated by the TV. You put your leftover toiletries and laundry on top of your bag before plugging in your phone and pulling back the covers on the other side.

Vessel looks over to you, “Come here, love”, opening his arms to you. You snuggle into his side and onto his chest, as his hand rubs up and down your back. You involuntarily let out a little sigh of relief, finally you can rest. You fall asleep like that, him holding you close and warm. 

You wake up a few hours later, having turned to your side in your sleep, one of his still around your middle and the other under your neck. 

You move slightly and become aware of something pressed against your ass. You immediately hold your breath.

You slowly breathe out, and try to inch yourself away. His arm tightens around you. Oh shit, he’s awake. 

Like he reads your nervousness, he starts to kiss along the back of your neck to the side, underneath your ear. You shiver at his warm breath. 

“Hmm, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it with your ass backed up to me darling.” You smile and blush at his words, knowing the effect you have on him. He grinds a bit into you as his hand slowly moves towards the waistband of your shorts. 

You realize your shirt had bunched up just below your tits just as his other hand reaches up and runs through your hair, long fingers pulling just enough for your head to move back. You turn to your back when he easily grazes over your clit and you clench your thighs together. Vessel gives you a little growl in your ear and your thighs cave open as quick as your resolve. 

“I've wanted you for so long, sweet thing, and I've got you all to myself now.” His fingers move in slow, small circles over your clit and your hands go to his bicep, grabbing at him for more. You let out a small moan as you lose yourself in the feeling of warmth of both of his hands touching your body and the building starry sensation in your belly. 

You reach down towards his stomach, caressing down, trying to burn the feeling of his skin into your mind before coming into contact with the curls of his hair. You hesitate slightly and he quickly attacks your lips, like he's reading your mind again. 

You continue on to wrap your hands around his long, hard dick and begin tugging on it. He smiles against your neck and brings his other hand up under your shirt to massage your tit before pulling your nipple taut and thumbing over the hard bud forming. He does the same with the other while his fingers work their way into your wet cunt, one slender finger at a time. 

You are getting impatient now, kissing his lips and neck, sucking his soft skin into your mouth to leave your mark. He lets out a whimper before seemingly regaining control of himself. Noted for future reference. 

He slides down your body in a quick moment before licking up your slick cunt, making you nearly cry out. He tongues your entrance before making his way up to your clit and practically latches on. You claw at the bed sheets beneath you eventually finding his grown out hair to pull. You don't know if you want him to stop or if you want more, this is so much better than your own fingers. You buck up into his mouth and he locks his arm around your thighs to keep you from squirming away. That feeling in your stomach is burning. 

He makes a few deliberate swipes of his tongue in succession over your clit and he watches that you come undone beneath him. Your eyes roll back, your hips tighten, and you gasp out his name. He keeps his tongue flat against you, tasting your cum before coming up to kiss you. 

The moment you taste yourself on him is the moment you feel him press against your swollen pussy. You moan into the kiss, wanting more of him. He grabs himself to properly press his dick into you. He does it slowly, making sure you savor every inch. 

“Please, please, Vessel, please”, you beg him. 

“Please what, kitten?”, that slow devilish smirk comes back with a vengeance on his wet lips. 

“Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” You mumble out, embarrassed but full of anticipation. 

He thrusts into you fully, making both of you moan out curses. Ves sets a pretty quick pace but makes sure to hit the one spot inside you that makes your pussy tighten around him on every pass. He bottoms out, touching the beginning of your cervix and you see his eyes roll back. 

“God, you are better than I ever imagined.'' He reaches his hand down between the both of you to play with your clit again. This time though, your orgasm is quick to approach with him inside of you. His fingers move swiftly as you grind yourself down onto his cock to meet his every thrust. 

You are scratching down his back trying to find purchase with how full he makes you feel. Soon enough, the pool of white hot in your belly is overflowing again and he changes the angle just slightly, fucking you through your orgasm. You moan out knowing your pussy is clenching around his dick in a vice grip. Just as you cum around him, he settles deep within you and his fingers dig into your hips. His thick ropes of cum spill into you and he pulls out to leave your cunt messy. 

You open your eyes half-lidded after a moment, trying to catch your breath, “Jesus, did you… did you plan that all along?!” 

He smiles wide at you, “Which part, the room sharing or the me-getting-you-to-myself?” 

“Either?” 

“The rooms being short just happened to play into my favor, but I was plotting to get you alone this weekend, my sweet kitten.” He pecks your lips before moving to the bathroom to get a warm towel for you both. 

You sigh out as you watch him, “I didn’t know what I was missing out on, really.” 

You hear his sweet laugh as he comes back in, gently running the towel over your pussy, cleaning you up. You squirm a bit but are easily distracted by the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh. You let out a small yelp when you feel teeth graze and a quick nip before he pulls away. 

He slides in next to you again, pulling you close, “If I have it my way, you’ll be mine forever.” 

“I’d really like that,” you murmured against his chest. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head before you fall back into a satisfied dreamless sleep.

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Fic Rec Masterlist

*This list is constantly being edited as I read more that’s so good I feel the need to share

Fluff 💞| Smut 🔥| Angst 🧊 | ST’s Favorite 🌟

Bucky Barnes

Series

🌟An Offer by @wntrs0ldier

I Thought You’d Never Happen to Me by @nickfowlerrr

Van Helsing Retold 🧊by @gaysindistress

New Tricks by @sebstanwhore

The List by @srgntjamesbuckybarnes

Catch Me if You Can by @buckyalpine

Treat You Better by @notafunkiller

Wedded Bliss by @gutsby

I Think He Knows by @delicatebarness

One-Shots

Wrapped Around Him by @angrythingstarlight

Back Again by @delaber

Are You Bored Yet? By @pellucid-constellations

Curiosity Killed the Cat by @queers-gambit

My Everyday by @pellucid-constellations

Traitor (technically a 2-shot) 🧊🔥 by @insomniumstella

Details by @soulgazingwithbucky

When we are Older by @buckys-wintersoldier

Hell Hath no Fury Like a Farmer Scorned by @eat-limes-bitches

You Know Just What I Need by @sinner-as-saint

Right Here by @ellemj

I Hate You by @ellemj

My First and Only by @buckyalpine

Bake Nights by @jobean12-blog

Steve Rogers

Series

Reckless 💞🔥🧊 by @kinanabinks

The Gemini by @rogersideup

One-shots

With You by @buckets-and-trees

I’m So, So… Sorry by @ronearoundblindly

Stucky

Series

The Brooklyn Boys by @buckets-and-trees

Backstage Pass by @luxeavenger

Mafia!Stucky by @myfictionaldreams

The Fuckboy Committee by @kinanabinks

Ari Levinson

Series

Highways & Heatstrokes (trucker AU) 🔥 by @oh-my-damn

🌟Bedrock and Blueprints by @ronearoundblindly

Sweet Renegade by @cevansbrat0007

Being in Love (ex Bucky) by @imtryingbuck

Pearls & Sunflowers by @chase-your-dreams-away

Flamingo King by @onsunnyside

One-Shots

Stoner sex 🔥 by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

I’ll Wait, Angel by @buckyscombatboots

Jake Jensen

Series

One-Shots

A Helping Hand by @buckymorelikefuckme

Curtis Everett

Series

Live Is Short So Make It Sweet by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

I Know I Should Know Better by @krirebr

Dream Come True by @thezombieprostitute

One-Shots

Andy Barber

Series

Like I’m Gonna Lose You (with Ransom Drysdale) by @paperweight91

One-shots

Ransom Drysdale

Series

Precarious Agreements by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Root of All Ransom by @ronearoundblindly

More Than This by @krirebr

One-Shots

Afterglow by @stargazingfangirl18

Johnny Storm

Colin Shea

Sprawling Multi-character AUs

Lucky Charms by @yenzys-lucky-charm

We’re All Monsters by @krirebr @paperweight91

Come Hell or High Water by @imaginedreamwrite

[miagwynwrites]

Delicate

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings/Kink(s): it’s soft smut, lots of praising, pet names like princess and darling, use of the word daddy

Length: 1400+

Summary: n/a Pairings: lee geumhyuk x female reader

A/N: I feel like this work is very intimate and I was really emotional while writing it I had just got back into vav after taking a break from them due to kinda a personal issue but I remember I missed geumhyuk a lot despite and wanted to write something very sweet and intimate so I made this hehe. Also the pov is a lil confusing but it's kinda from geumhyuk's pov and some of it is like idk .Tagging: @atinystaypixie

Geumhyuk was gentle with you, cradling the back of your neck while pressing his lips softly to yours, his heartbeat matching yours. He had soft music playing in the background as his soft breath poured over you. His touch was gentle but firm. Geumhyuk’s clothes came off first and he slowly took his baby’s clothes off pausing in between to make sure she was okay with it.

Geumhyuk wanted to go rough, he wanted to pound your small body into the mattress and hear your shy whines and absolutely destroy your cute pussy but a stronger feeling came over him when he saw how nervous you looked, knowing how shy you were when it came to being intimate with him and he wanted to make you feel good. He wanted you to be comfortable and most importantly he wanted you to feel safe and taken care of. “You’re so precious darling.” he whispered as he slowly slid into you. You let out a cry that reminded Geumhyuk of a small animal in pain. “Shh, I’m gonna take care of you Princess. I’ll go easy on you, you’ll be alright.” Geumhyuk sped up the pace and your cries got louder. He knew that you were in pain, he knew that you weren’t used to being stretched out at all and he knew that your first time needed to be with someone you trust. You trusted him with your whole being and Geumhyuk knew it. 

Geumhyuk pressed his hand lightly on your stomach to help calm you down. Your face was bright red from the pain and embarrassment that Geumhyuk was putting you through. You both knew you were ready but Geumhyuk always has his doubts and worried if, when the time came, would you keep your word. “Daddy it hurts!” you yelled. Geumhyuk’s heart was heavy seeing you in so much pain. He wanted to make this a good experience for you but it was hard when all he wanted to do was fuck you senseless. Geumhyuk had so much built up sexual tension and was in such a rush to feel your walls around his cock that he didn’t give you time to adjust to his size. Geumhyuk stopped thrusting and doubled over so his forehead was touching yours. “I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry I got ahead of myself.” Geumhyuk’s face softened as he looked at his baby, his eyes filled with love. “I’ll wait til you feel comfortable. My sweet darling. It’s alright.” Geumhyuk kissed his love on her forehead.

Then his sweet lips trailed down her jawline to her neck. Down to her collar bone as he nipped at the skin. He heard her breath hitch as his teeth slightly grazed her delicate flesh. He felt her hot breath and brought his head back up to look at her. Tears had stained her cheeks and Geumhyuk softly cupped the side of her face. “My sweet Princess.” She reached her hand out for his and he grabbed them and held them next to her into the mattress. Geumhyuk adored how small and fragile his Princess was under him. He loved the feeling of how dominant he was whenever you were under him. He loved looking at your small frame and now that he gets to see that small frame without clothes it turns him on even more, he loved it. “You’re so gorgeous baby. Look at your body,” Geumhyuk knew how insecure you were and how scared you were of him seeing you completely naked but he adored every small detail, every flaw that you hated about yourself he absolutely adored. “Everything about it is perfect Princess.”

“I’m ready now Daddy.” she said squeezing his hand. Geumhyuk nodded and began thrusting again but slowly, going balls deep. His little Princess let out a sharp gasp. “Fuck.” she mewled feeling how thick he was. Geumhyuk couldn’t help but smirk. “I’m gonna speed up again, is that okay?” She nodded but you needed to hear her. “Use your words Princess.” Geumhyuk said softly but sternly. “Yes Daddy, please g-go faster.” Her eyes were hazing over and Geumhyuk could tell that waves of pleasure were being sent throughout her body replacing his baby’s pain. Nodding Geumhyuk sped up. Through Geumhyuk’s grunting and heavy breathing he could hear his darling’s sweet moans and whimpers of pleasure. “Daddy..” she whimpered, her grip on Geumhyuk’s hands even tighter. “Yes Darling? Are you gonna cum? My sweet Princess, cum for Daddy.” Geumhyuk wanted his Princess to feel good and he wanted to see her face when she came but he also needed to cum. However he did his absolute best to hold it til he made her cum. More of her whines filled the room. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes again.

Geumhyuk noticed and started to slow down but she spoke up. “Keep going D-Daddy, faster please. Make me cum Daddy.” She spoke softly but with need. Geumhyuk held his pace for a bit and then sped up. He could feel her walls clenching around his dick. He looked up at her flushed face, tears running down her cheeks, her chest rising and falling, her heavy breathing and he smiled. Geumhyuk knew he loved everything about her and tonight he loved her even more. A few more whimpers and soon his Princess was screaming and cumming around Geumhyuk’s cock. Geumhyuk had released his grip on her hands and she immediately placed them on his biceps and squeezed them while her body shook. Geumhyuk pulled out just fast enough and came all over her stomach. He knew she was still on Cloud 9 and he wanted her to continue to feel good so he lowered his lips to her drenched flower and began lapping up the juices.

It didn’t take long at all for him to eat her out to another orgasm and he smiled against her lower lips as her sweet thighs clenched around his head. “Daddy please-” she moaned, her thighs shaking. She gripped the sheets and screamed in pleasure as Geumhyuk gave his Princess her third orgasm of the night. He was in love with how sensitive she was right now, how he could easily give her one orgasm after another and he was surprised how much she could take and he was proud of her. You came up for air and rested your hands on her thighs as she cried over her third orgasm, this one being the strongest. She raised her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound but Geumhyuk stopped her. “No Darling, let me hear those beautiful moans.” She reached her shaky hand down to Geumhyuk and he took it in his and held it while rubbing her thigh with his other hand, til her orgasm subsided. Geumhyuk was overjoyed with how the night went, he felt like he was in heaven hearing noises coming out of his Princess that he had never heard before. 

“You did so good baby. I’m so proud of my Princess. I love you so much.” Geumhyuk cleaned her up before shifting on the bed to grab her small frame. Geumhyuk held his Princess in his arms and placed soft kiss on her forehead and continued to whisper sweet things to her. “I love you Daddy.” She softly whispered still trying to catch her breath. She snuggled closer to Geumhyuk sending a smile across his face. “I love you too Princess.” He held her tightly until they both fell asleep snuggled under the covers and the warm embrace of Lee Geumhyuk.

[evadoupixii]

DRIVER'S ERA // CHAPTER 1

➸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: (18+) Slow burn/ mentions of traumatic experiences and depression : Eventual smut* Mutual masturbation and mentions sexual as*ult //Fem!reader // Bad driving! Swearing: Toxic relationship dynamics: Phone s*x! Descriptions of alcohol abuse. Fluff! Mentions and descriptive scenes of blowjobs/handjobs at some point in the story idk. Set in the last year of high school (All characters are 18) : Art credits!!: Niharikajetty twitter 

➸ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Splitting up this fic into parts because there’s so many ideas gong on in my head and i just wanted to put something out there in the meantime. All Tags seen above will be in upcoming chapters of the story! Thanks for reading! 

To put things into perspective you never passed your driver's test. In this current moment, as you sat in a bland white waiting room adorned with blue chairs and the occasional ring from a cellphone, you had a refurbished memory. Throughout the last three years of high school, you had made friends and one by one everyone in the group had either got a car, a license, a learner's permit or something equivalent to a drivers license. Skipping classes every other day to go get ice cream or go on a target run, with the occasional mid-day movie during your chemistry class. which for all your parents knew, you were in. 

Up until last week, you and your friend Sasha had been the only ones in the group without any sort of completed driver's education. That is until Sasha and the near-death experience she had with her instructor on the road,had somehow got a cool passing grade on her first road test. The group was elated and this in turn made you finally step up to do the thing that was long overdue.

As you scroll on your phone, you hear the ding and the woosh of the sliding automatic doors, as footsteps enter the building. You glance up and almost feel yourself wanting to blink two times more than you normally would at the sight in front of you. And you did just that, probably looking half-blind and a little bit crazy. 

Standing at the receptionist desk in the room was a tall 5’8 man with dark brown hair touching his shoulders,a slender build and dressed with a dark green t-shirt that hugged his lean chiseled muscles and black jeans. He scanned the room and locked eyes with you. Finally giving you a clear view of his dark green eyes. 

Where do I know you from? You thought as you quickly broke eye contact and looked back down at your phone. 

You heard a deep voice say something that sounded like a “Thank you” to the receptionist and heard footsteps coming toward you. Not looking up from your phone you watched the soles of his black vans move down the aisle you were sitting and sat at the end of the opposite aisle of yourself. You don't know why, but you noticed how your breathing became a little shallow as he was walking towards you. You brushed it off as being irritable, as you were still frustrated from the post-driving lesson that went worse than you expected. 

Taking a breath, you got up from your seat and walked down the aisle towards the receptionist's desk. You are being sought on scrolling on through your phone trying to avoid awkward eye contact with anyone. Even if you were the one who felt someone boring their eyes into your back as you greeted the receptionist. 

Having set up a date for your next driving lesson with the receptionist she had told you to wait a moment as she got up and moved to the printer beside her to print a confirmation of your next appointment. As the whirring of the printer filled the silence of the room you glanced over your shoulder to see the man with brown hair getting up and following a woman into a room. As he walked into the room first the women reached up to put a red slot down on the wall of the side of the door to indicate the room was occupied. Your eyes drifted to a sign on the side of the door labeled “Driving therapy”. 

Staring at your ceiling,the fairy lights that adorned your room still cast a yellowish mellow tone as it was only 6 in the morning and you wanted some alone time before the stress of the day came—today marked the second week of the beginning of your senior year. Track season was here and you had in no fucking way looked forward to weekly 4 am practices on the field. Getting up and making your bed, showering, and picking out clothes from your closet. A fresh face of makeup and you were ready. 

As a frank ocean song played from your speaker, you Looked in the mirror as you touched up your hair one last time. Appreciating the way you had physically evolved from freshmen year as you looked in the mirror at yourself. Maybe it was all the stress that uplifted from your shoulders knowing that in 6 months time, your life would start/.. The life YOU wanted.  your phone buzzed on the bathroom counter next to you. Grabbing it and sliding up to unlock it, you saw the group chat come to life with you and your friends from track. 

Everyone talking about how you were all telepathically connected because it seemed like every one of you woke up early, with the track flashbacks in mind. Sasha had texted something about how she genuinely thinks seeing her dirty-ass new balances in the corner of her room looming like a ghost gives her PTSD. 

 A good 10 minutes later, you were downstairs raiding the refrigerator, Just in time for you to hear a loud honk outside your home. You ran to your parents and gave them a kiss on each of their cheeks wishing them a good day. Their voices wishing you a good day at school, are cut off as you close your front door and rush to the passenger side of Sasha’s car. 

Before a word could come out of your mouth, Sasha leaned over to the passenger's side and wrapped her arms around your neck giving you a hug that seemed like it was meant for goodbyes. 

“What’s this about?” You said laughing nervously, patting her on the back. 

“I can’t miss my best friend?.” She said letting you go, pulling out of your driveway.  She rolled down the windows a bit to let the wind consume the car. Her auburn hair waving around her face. 

“How did your driving lesson go yesterday? With your slow ass.” She glanced at you with a smirk on her face. 

You scoffed and sighed. Leaning back into the passenger seat and looking out the window as the car passed the tower of pine trees on the side of the road. “ It was……good?. Let’s just say the instructors probably have never had to replace so many cones.” 

“Oh no that was definitely on the agenda after i took my test.” She says.

A moment of silence passed in the car before your eyes found each other and you both burst out laughing.  Before long you and Sasha were pulling up into the high school parking lot, finding a spot next to Annie and Historia. As Sasha pulled up you rolled down the window on the passenger side and waited for them to notice you. Annie was on the driver's side of her black jeep reapplying her lipgloss in the mirror. Historia was in the passenger side with her headphones in, scrolling on her phone. 

“These bitches.” Sasha said, pulling out her phone. 

You watched Historia roll her eyes as she looked at her phone and pulled down her headphones to rest on her shoulders, answering her phone. 

“Hello?” She said on the other side.

“ Look to your left please and thank you .” Sasha said, while gathering her backpack out of the backseat. “And let me catch you rolling your eyes at my notification again bitch!” 

You watched Historia look over to see you, a snide smirk enveloping her face. Sasha hung up the phone before the both of you could hear her witty comeback. Annie turned to you smiling and waving. You playfully looked around as if you were searching for the person she was waving at, as Sasha stuck her middle finger up to them from behind you. Annie smirked and mouthed “Let’s go”. 

The first couple of periods of the day went by smoothly. The four of you had the majority of your classes together except electives. Historia had taken music appreciation, Annie took art and Sasha was taking culinary Arts. 

Walking into the classroom designated for Plant science you scanned the room for familiar faces and smiled recognizing a familiar blond head in the back. 

Armin waved you over and greeted you as you sat down and exchanged stories about your summer. Of course, the stories of your friend group going to the lake and bumming around the mall didn't match up to Armin’s extravagant trips to Europe, but nevertheless, it had its meaning. 

You looked him over and noticed Armin’s features had gotten more sharp and he seemed to have more….body mass. You didn’t know how to put it but besides the trips, Armin had definitely spent some time in the gym. 

You noticed the slight blush come across his face as he noticed you staring. “I-I’m thinking about joining the football team this year…” 

 You turned to him mouth agape. “What made you want to join in so late?” 

He sheepishly smiled and started to play with the hem of his dark red long-sleeved shirt. “I just made it a goal for myself to get out and do something memorable when it comes to getting involved with the school. I-i mean we are about to graduate and all and I just feel like I haven't really done enough-” 

You turn to him and dramatically place both of your hands on both sides of his shoulders and look him dead in the eye. Your face inches from his.  “But you have Armin. You have done enough,” you said smiling. 

Besides Armin running for class president freshman year and being secretary of two of the most well-rounded clubs of the school. Placing second in the mathematics UIL competition and won a $50,000 scholarship for writing an essay about why Spider-Man was his role model. If anyone in this school was an inspiration to you it was Armin. Even if it wasn't conventional, if he wanted to do something then he would do it diligently. 

As you two continued to talk you watched the slew of students rush into the classroom as class was about to start, and that's when your heart did an unfamiliar flutter. Walking into the classroom was the man you had seen at your driver's lesson last night. Same tall and lean build, with black tattoos peeking out of his dark gray long-sleeved shirt that had rolled up to his elbows. Bundles of brown leather bracelets adorned both of his wrists. His hair was tucked into a bun, with strands of hair framing his face. Something you hadn't noticed when you had seen him last was the silver stud piercings that were placed on both sides of his nostrils. As he walked toward a seat on the opposite side of class from you he looked over the room and locked eyes with you. Again. 

“Do you know him?” Armin said next to you, as he watched you break eye contact with the boy. 

“No, I don't, he doesn't look familiar.” You said smiling sheepishly, looking down at your crossed arms on the desk. 

Armin looked at you with a puzzled look on his face as he looked over at the boy with dark green eyes that never took his eyes off you. The boy’s Jaw became tense as he slowly diverted his gaze from you over to the front of the classroom. Even from a distance, Armin could see the boy visibly become rigid as if he had just remembered something from looking at you.  

“I heard something about him moving here a couple of months ago from Jean,” Armin said reaching into his backpack and pulling out his laptop. “Apparently he played football at his old school, I don't know why he moved though.” 

The teacher had turned off the lights and turned on the projector to show the class a film about germination to which you were barely able to pay attention too. Throughout the entirety of class, you caught yourself stealing glances at the boy. The light bounced off from the projector in the back of the classroom illuminating his side profile. Your rational mind telling you that he looked like every other alt boy in the school, but in all honesty, knowing if he turned to you and mouthed “Come with me,  you would get out of your seat and be whenever he wanted you to be in a matter of seconds. The chorus of chairs scrapped across the floor as students got up and scurried out of class as it came to an end. You say your goodbye to Armin, pack up your things, and make your way out of the classroom looking everywhere but at who you wanted to.

[yetanothersparrowofthedawn]

Love Songs and Shit (Extended Masterpost)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x YN

Genre: Angst, Hurt, Fluff, Smut (honestly it varies depending on the chapter)

Wordcount: if only I knew...

Plot: YN is a popular American singer-songwriter who, on a rainy evening in 2018, crossed path with the members of Greta Van Fleet. It didn't take long for the usually detached and fiercely independent girl to experience an unfamiliar itch. As she put pen to paper, it seemed a certain long-haired guitarist had her thinking about writing love songs and shit.

Concept: Each Album is a period of YN's journey, each track is a song she wrote after a specific chapter, so basically her discography is a chronological story of her life (with Jake, mostly). I'm currently not posting chapters in chronological order, but everything is organized in chronological order on this Masterpost.

Disclaimer: All the album covers are paintings by Norwegian painter Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen I edited. So, credit to that guy.

Also some chapters may involve triggering themes, I'll add the specific trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Stay safe, besties.

(PREQUEL)Debut Album: "Remain Nameless" => NOT YET STARTED

Old Money

Seven

Blue Velvet

Lost at Sea

Bel Air

South London Forever

This is what makes us girls

Dollhouse

All-American Bitch

Hope There’s Someone

Grace

idontwannabeyouanymore

Remain Nameless

Brutal

Rabbit Heart

National Anthem

2nd Album: "Sweet Nothings" => NOT YET STARTED

The Night We Met

Ride

Lover to Lover

Body Electric

Moves

Hiding

Hope is a Dangerous thing for me to have

Love Song

Sweet nothings

3rd Album: "Let the Light In" => NOT YET STARTED

Wildest dreams

All the girls you've loved before

Cornelia street

How Big, How blue, How beautiful

Dress

Love

Always Remember Us This Way

Let the Light In

Lover

4th Album: "How to Disappear" => NOT YET STARTED

The Next Best American Record

King

Brooklyn Baby

How to Disappear

Mariners Apartment Complex

Norman Fucking Rockwell

Watercolor Eyes

Sky Full of Song

One step forward, three steps back

Out of the woods

5th Album: "The Greatest" => NOT YET STARTED

Happiness is a Butterfly

Swan song

Too Good at Goodbyes

Favorite Crime

You're Losing Me

Without You

The Greatest

6th album: "Long & Lost" => IN PROGRESS

Hits Different (coming soon..)

Now that we don’t talk

Beautiful People with Beautiful Problems

Long & Lost (coming next)

Is it over Now? (coming soon..)

All This and Heaven Too

7th Album: "St Jude" => DONE

California

Secrets from a Girl

Style

The Way I loved You

St Jude

All You Had to do Was Stay

Honeymoon

Happier than ever

8th Album: "The End of Love" => ON HIATUS

The Bomb

Bedroom Hymns

Prayer Factory

River

All too well

Caught

Stargirl Interlude

Getaway car

Angels like you

Various Storms and Saints

Leave my Body

Cassandra

The End of Love

9th Album: "Dream Girl Evil" => NOT YET STARTED

Carmen

A&W

Hometown Glory

Dream Girl Evil

Swimming

Restraint

Sober

Sober II

Heaven Is Here

June

God knows I tried

Never Let Me Go

(SEQUEL) 10th Album: "Margaret" => NOT YET STARTED

Morning Elvis

Girls against God

Mama who bore me

Patricia

Did you know that there's a tunnel under ocean boulevard?

Kitsungi

Back in Town

I Drink Wine

Back to December

Margaret

[plussizedreader]

Hello all! I was inspired by the amazing @391780 and her fat reader stories to start this blog (so give her a follow!) anyways introduction post!

My name is Bo/Maul, and this blog will be dedicated to ONLY fat readers with canon characters with multiple fandoms. There will be smut, so this blog will be 18+, so any younger I will block! I will primarily write a fem reader, but will try my hardest to try male or gn readers!

Here are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for! I try to get all my smaller interest in here for those who also like it and get zero content for it!

Horror-

House of Wax (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Firefly trilogy (Baby, Otis, Foxy, I will write Spaulding, but fluff and anything but smut since he reminds me a lot of my grandpa lol)

31 (Doomhead)

Micheal Myers from any version of the series

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (any version of Leatherface Thomas, Bubba etc, Choptop)

Near Dark (Severen, Jesse, Diamondback)

Saw (Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight)

Video Games-

Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Abigail Roberts-Marston, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Tilly Jackson, Susan Grimshaw)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remake Games (John Price, Simon Riley, Soap, Gaz, Alex Keller, Farrah (I’ll write romance but no smut for Farrah!), Kate Lazwell, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.)

Last of Us (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (I will ONLY write adult Ellie and only ever with a Fem reader) Abby Anderson, Tommy Miller)

Days Gone (Deacon St John, Boozer)

Mortal Kombat (Johnny Cage, Kenchi,Sub Zero, Scorpion, Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Kabal, Kano, Erron Black. NOTE please specify which timeline these characters are from or which movie so I know the correct characterization!)

Resident Evil series (Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Carlos Olivera, Chris Redfield.)

Movies/TV-

Star Wars (Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul)

Stranger Things (Hopper, Eddie Munson)

Blacklist (Raymond Reddington)

With that being said, while I will write smut, there are things I will not write, such as fat fetish and weight gain fetish bullshit, and I will continue to expand this list, also I can just simply say no I’m not gonna write it if I don’t like it lol.

This list is bound to change with my interest and I’ll add and take off things as needed! Please send in any request and I’ll start working on it shortly!

[edsforehead]

Some of my fav fics for Eddie Munson for July 🔥smut 🗡angst ☁️fluff 🕷️dark

SERIES Stop the world and melt with you(inter-dimensional soulmates, twilight zone au) by @bettyfrommars Summary: One second, you're crying in your car in 2023, and the next, you're trapped in a town that feels stuck in the 80's, and a guy named Eddie comes to your rescue. Lots of things are explored in this fic including time travel, parallel lives, interdimensional travel, sci-fi, fantasy, soulmates, etc. Lots of 80's nostalgia, and other ST characters will be introduced along the way. This fic is for those who want something a lil different---definitely not for everyone. Eddie's wish by @harrywavycurly Summary: On a Friday the 13th in October Eddie Munson made a wish, he just wanted someone who understands him. Little did he know that someone would be you, and you’d appear in his bedroom a few weeks later. Now Eddie still has tons of questions and he’s not even sure if he wants to keep you but that’s what the trial run is for, he has a week to figure out if you’re the someone he wants around all the time or if he wants to exchange you for someone else. This is a series all about how Eddie has to deal with getting exactly what he wished for. Not Wholly Evil (pirate!Eddie x Governers daughter!reader) by @uglypastels Summary: 'Do not worry; we shall release you straight back into your father's arms– for a reasonable price, that is,' he looked around at his men, who all once again erupted in a jolly sea of laughter, matching his much softer depiction of humour. 'But for now….' He dramatically removed his hat as his unbrushed locks grazed the floor. When he rose back up, his grin had spread to the widest corners of his mouth, and his dark eyes were filled with menacing mischief, freezing your core at the thought of what he could possibly be holding back in his mind. 'Welcome aboard the Hellfire.' 

ONE SHOTS Hooked ☁️🗡 by @hellfire--cult Summary: After your Grandmother's passing, you were left with her immense wealth and her big mansion, yet your loneliness didn't let you enjoy this new life, but before you could even begin living in it, you were snatched away, into the second star to the right, by a Captain who has a hook as a right hand. Safe with you ☁️ by @munsons-maiden Summary: Based on this request: could i request maybe eddie brings reader to a deal but wants her to stay in the van so she’s safe but the people he’s dealing to see her because she walked out to tell eddie something and it doesn’t go so well. and after the situation eddie and her argue but eddie’s upset and just what’s to protect her 🥺 but ofc it ends well

BLURBS The bigger, the better(loving on Eddie's huge fivehead) ☁️ by @queenimmadolla Wolfman!Eddie 🔥 by @bettyfrommars

[k1ll3rh0rr0r]

Uhm I saw a need for kappa requests. Bro. I need the most mond bottling toe curling smut for male reader

oh hell yeah, i can finally use an idea i’ve been thinking about for the past 3 hours😎

incorporating my hometown into a fic. sadly don’t live there anymore.

𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓵𝔂𝓭𝓮

kappa x male!reader

mdni, nsfw below the cut

warnings; reader is a literal psychopath which is fair because kappa is too, masochism/sadism, dom/sub undertones, degradation + praise, dom!reader because why not.

tag list; @iiheartsai

It was sunny that day, June 12th 1969. Warm as can be. It was unusually muggy than what you were used to, as Kappa insisted to drive down to good old Louisiana to find more of his ‘special ones,’ his followers called themselves that at least. It’s just kind of catchy to say, Kappa would say whenever you’d ask.

Driving down an interstate known as I-10, heading away from New Orleans and towards Baton Rouge, you had to drive over the Bonnet-Carre Spillway. Kappa seemed to know where he was going, you thought to yourself. Which was weird, you never would have guessed he knew the small town you were in this well.

“What town’re we in again? ‘Lay-pause’?” You asked, feet on the dash. Kappa burst out laughing as you pronounced the town’s name.

“Doll, it’s pronounced ‘Luh-Plass’. I own a small place down here.” The raven-haired man explained, turning on to the off-ramp to actually enter this small town.

LaPlace was in a parish known as St. John the Baptist, a population of only 18,439 people throughout the 229 square mile providence.

Driving down the off-ramp, the pair made a right, proceeding to drive until they hit an old gravel road. There were sudden sounds of cicadas, Kappa quickly started to roll up his window on the van. You, not noticing, kept the window down. Too busy admiring the view of the swamps to notice why your partner rolled his window up.

Suddenly, giant cricket-like creatures tried jumping in through the window. Freaking out, you quickly rolled it up as Kappa laughed his ass off. “Why the fuck didn’t you warn me?”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t roll up the window when you heard the chirping.”

“Yeah, well you knew!” You huffed, folding your arms. Then it caught your eye.

There was a small cabin overviewing the lake that you had just driven over, Kappa said it was Lake Ponchatrain. You looked at the sign under the stop sign, “Peavine Road”

“Weird ass fuckin’ name for a road,” you muttered with a snicker. The both of you quickly pulled into the driveway, Kappa seemingly happy. He usually was, or at least, had a facade of happiness. But this seemed genuine. Snapping out of your thoughts, Kappa had exited the van and was opening the door for you to get out. “Thanks,”

“No problem, Doll. I unlocked the door while you were in La-La land.” He smiled softly, lifting your hand to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You exited the vehicle and grabbed your backpack out of the back, turning to walk inside of this seemingly nice lake house.

You stepped in, setting your bag on the floor. It seemed you had entered through the kitchen door. It was a nice little house, but looked like it hadn’t been touched in nearly 30 years, as photographs dating back to 1940 hung on the walls. Walking into the living room, there was a baby picture on the wall. It hit you like a brick, this was the home that you’d been born in.

You were only able to recognize this as the house because of the living room layout. It struck you as odd, you remember when the house caught fire when you were five. You looked at Kappa, who was standing behind you, furrowing your brows.

“After you told me about it I did some research,” Kappa began. “I wanted you to feel at home. With me.” The blue-eyed man smiled softly, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Kap, I’d always feel at home when I’m with you, wherever we are.” You muttered, your lover placing his hands on your waist as he approached.

“I know, Sugar. Just thought you’d feel more at home here.” He hummed, pressing his lips to yours.

It was a soft, sweet kiss that quickly turned heated; teeth clashing against teeth. Kappa pushed you back on to the couch, straddling your lap. He could still taste the stale whiskey on your breath from the night before, it drove him wild.

Within moments, you had Kappa pinned under you as he rutted his hips against your own, the friction driving you both wild. You unbuttoned his pants, his hard cock now free and throbbing. With a smirk, you sat up. “Why don’t you help me out here, huh, Kap?”

Kappa sat up as far as he could, his eyes glossed over as he fiddled with the button on your jeans. After a minute or two, he manages to get your own cock free from the confines of pants.

You sat back, pulling the cult leader to your lap and spit on your hand to lube yourself and Kappa up, making sure it wouldn’t hurt too bad at first.

Guiding him by his hips, he rode you slowly; grunts and whines escaping his throat like a symphony. “Good boy, takin’ me so well.” You praised.

Kappa reached a hand down to take himself in his fist, nearing an orgasm already. You yourself were feeling the coil tighten in your stomach. “Damn, Kap, since when are you this quiet? Not talkin’ back for once?” You teased.

“Shut up and let me cum, asshole.”

“Hm, I guess I could. Then again, you’re being a dick.”

“You’re the one who wanted me to!” Smack. You got him with enough force to not actually bring any harm to him, but it shut him up.

“If you’re gonna be a smartass, I can just finish myself off and make you sit there with a hard on for the rest of the night.” You grunted. Kappa replied with a quiet ‘yes, Sir’ at some point, his eyes rolling back as you hit his prostate.

“Fuck, Kap- Can’t hold it, cum with me.” You panted. With a cry, Kappa painted both of your stomachs with his seed, you filling him up at almost the same time with a moan.

He collapsed against your chest as you both sought to catch your breath. “There better be a round 2.”

“Catch your breath, Babe. We’ll be here all night.”

[slxsherwriter]

Hello and welcome to my depraved little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of slasher and horror characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time

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Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

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What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Who I write for:

Michael Myers (primarily Rob Zombie based)

Corey Cunningham

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Rusty Nail

Eric Newlon

Jesse Cromeans

Asa Emory

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Ethan Landry

Mickey Altieri

Jedidiah Sawyer

Tex Sawyer

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

John Ryder

Leslie Vernon

Ethan Belfrage

Dr. Richard Sommers

Lawrence O'Neill

Lawrence Gordon

Robert Englund characters

Wayne Jackson (A Good Day for It)

Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing)

Dr. Peter Andover (Fear Clinic)

Professor William Wexler (Urban Legend)

Doc Halloran (Behind the Mask)

Dr. Anton Rudolph (Python)

Jim Bickerman (Lake Placid)

Mayor Buckman (2001 Maniacs)

Warden Kane (The Funhouse Massacre)

Inkubus (Inkubus)

Sheriff Richard Berger (Heartstopper)

Scratch Monahan (Windfall)

Detective Gassner (Criminal Minds)

Mr. Meredith (Natty Knocks)

Tim Wexler (MacGyver)

Vaughn (Hunter)

Lyle Eckert (Walker Texas Ranger)

Costas Mandylor characters

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

The Warden (Death Count)

John Shepherd (Bloodthirst)

Agent Cole Bennett (Night of the Sicario)

Cylus Atkinson (The Horde)

Raymond Crowe (Saints & Sinners)

Jim (Blackout)

Chase Harper (Primal Doubt)

Stephan Lang characters

Norman Nordstrom (Don’t Breathe)

The Party Crasher (The Hard Way)

Miles Quartich (Avatar)

Fred Parras (VFW)

Holt Ramsey (A Good Marriage)

John Korver(Gridlocked)

Tony Cobb (Monkey Paw)

Nathaniel Taylor (Terra Nova)

Richard Brake characters

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane (3 From Hell)

Doom-head (31)

Dean Portman (Doom)

Otis Clairborne (RIPD 2)

William Colcott (The Gates)

Mr. Big (Bingo Hell)

Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang (The Munsters)

Norman Tyrus (A Good Day For It)

Bill Moseley characters

Otis Driftwood

Luigi Largo (Repo)

Darryl (Old 37)

Logan Burnhardt (Dead Air)

Frank (Fair Game)

Doc (Shed of the Dead)

Zach Garrett (Halloween)

Jake Spooler (The Practice)

Abner Honeywell (Natty Knocks)

Gimple (Minutes to Midnight)

Captain Harris (Welcome to Horrorwood series)

Farmer Sam (Hayride to Hell)

Bruce (Boar)

Jacob Sutter (The Horde)

Peter Van Hooten (The House of the Witchdoctor)

Deputy Henry Depford (Dead Souls)