#what do you MEAN exotic plants

[all-about-the-tea-parties]

Is rafe saying they’ve done it

They’ve

They’ve done circus arc

[homunculus-argument]

If an alien life form had a habit of keeping creatures from other planets as pets, humans would be the Cool Exotic Pet That's Actually A Nightmare To Keep. Consider feeding them. Figuring out the perfect feed pellets with all the nutrition needs covered wouldn't be enough, some of them don't like those pellets. No, you need variety on the pellets. No, not just any plant from Earth will do. And no, you can't just offer them everything and see what they'll eat, they don't have an instinctive way of telling which plants are edible.

And meat? Yeah they eat meat in nature but what the fuck do you mean you just threw a random slab of meat in the enclosure, they're not touching that. Feeding them live prey works for enrichment but occasionally they'll just pack bond with the animal you tossed in there and refuse to eat it. And even if they do kill it? Did you offer them any tools to prepare the meat? Oh fuck's sake humans need to alter the meat's consistency by manipulating temperature, their meat digestion process starts outside of the body, it needs to be cooked for it to be edible. No, that's not instinctive either.

And if the heating tools are wrong? They won't touch those. It needs to be the exact same specific tools that they've seen being used by the packmates, you need a human who already knows how to use these specific fools in order for the others to figure out how to use them. No, there's no way of telling which ones they might be familiar with, you have to try.

And if they were separated from the brood too early and didn't learn? Yeah you're fucked if your human isn't socialized to get along with other humans. It can't even communicate with them. You're probably not going to successfully manage to habilitate it to other humans, if it isn't pack bonded to you it's probably severely depressed and can't even verbally express or conceptually fathom why. No wonder it isn't eating the pellets.

[jsuli]

avatar!jake sully x human!reader smut

this is my first time writing smut. ever. so its probs horse shit <3

afab reader, stomach bulge, size difference, horny reader, slightly ooc jake, praise.

this is the drunk smut i was talking abt <3 i tried to give reader an actual personality because i am sick to fucking death reading brain dead husks :]

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Jakes left hand holds your hips in a bruising grip while his right practically rip off his sweatpants, lining up his thick cock with your cunt.

You hadn't exactly planned to fuck Jake Sully when he visited you at the lab in his na'vi form, but you could not resist his small waist and sinfully toned thighs. He had made it even harder for you, dressed in grey sweatpants and a much-too-small t-shirt which hugged his broad shoulders and ever so slightly protruding hip-bones.

When he had first clambered in through the door to the lab which was much too short for his na'vi body, you had peered up at him from your desk and waved him over. You both quickly fell into conversation like usual.

"I mean, this body is great and all, but I dont think I'll ever get used to ducking under doorways" he grumbled as he looked up at you through thick, black lashes.

"I like it. you're like every girls monster-fucking fetish come true"

He barked out a laugh at your crewd words. One of the reasons you two had made fast friends was because of your lewd humour.

"Oh, so you'd fuck me like this?" he questioned playfully, a teasing sparkle in his big puppy-dog eyes.

"Absolutely. ten outta' ten. would fuck". You eyed him up while you spoke. You where teasing him back, but you couldn't help but wonder what fucking him would be like...

Was it big? Could you even take him?

Tuning out what he was currently saying, you thought about him stretching you out with what you assumed to be a big, blue juicy dick. You thought about the stomach bulge that would probably form, not realising your name was being called.

A big blue hand waved itself infront of your face.

"You still with me? mesmerised by my exotic beauty?" his head shook playfully as he looked down at you, shifting to sit back fully which gave him even more height over you.

Without even realising you where speaking out loud you asked, "Do you even have a dick?"

There was a pregnant pause before he looked at you, unbelieving of what you had just asked. "Arent you literally a scientist that specialises in all things Pandora?"

"Actually, I only specialise in plants and animals. So, do you have a dick? yes or no"

"For fucks sake, of course I have a dick" Jake sighed while running his hand down his face, exasperated by your question.

"Was just doing some research before I stake my claim"

"stake your claim? wha-" Jake was cut off by you pouncing forward and grabbing him by the shirt, smashing your lips into his.

And thats how you ended up on your back, papers and expensive equipment swiped onto the ground. Jake stood between your spread legs while lining himself up to your needy hole.

You huffed in and out as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit, teasing you.

"If you dont put your dick in me right now I am going to scream" you glared up at him. His familiar cheeky grin graced his face. "You'll be screaming either way, babes"

Right before you went to complain again, his grip on your hips became tighter and he began to ease himself in to you. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly began stretching you.

His lust-filled hooded eyes peered down at you while his voice deepened. "you're taking me so well baby, fuck! just like that"

The stretch of his girthy cock burned but it was worth it to see Jakes jaw wide open and his eyes squeezed shut. You had never been so turned on in your life, the size difference making you all the more needy. His hand wrapped around your entire waist.

Finally sinking into you fully, he leaned down to you and buried his face in your neck. The new found closeness allowed you to hear his breathy whimpers which made you drip even more.

"Please fuck me Jake, jesus I'll do anything, just fuck me please" you hissed out.

Hearing your cries of need, he began an agonisingly slow pace, pulling all the way out and back in. you moaned like a whore straight out of a porno, self control be damned, especially when you had a thirteen-inch prick drilling you.

The bulge of his cock protruded out of your lower stomach, creating a shadow.

"Jesus christ your so fucking tight! look at that big bulge baby, yeah thats me, 'feel good sweetheart?" he smoothed his hand over your stomach and pushed down, making you release a squeal.

"yeah, feels really fucking good Jake" you rutted against him as you moaned out.

His arms slithered to fully embrace you while he started pummeling your cunt. You cant begin to imagine what someone would think if they where to walk in on you two in such a lewd embrace. Jake fucking into you while standing, your legs on either side of him with curled toes and his spasming tail made quite the scene.

His thrusts became erractic and shallow as he nipped at your neck. His deep, cat-like purs vibrated against the skin of your neck while he gripped onto you for dear life.

"your fat cock feels soooo good jake, god please, I cant take it, 'feels too good" you slurred, drool falling down the side of your face while you almost sobbed from pleasure.

"you're such a good fuck, cute little pussy gripping me, im gonna cum, can I cum in you babygirl?" Jake groaned out while slamming balls-deep into you. You couldnt speak from how good you felt but your shaky nod assured him.

His hand rubbed circles on your clit as he felt you tighten even more around him. His thrusts began to stutter as his balls tightened and he shot his big, thick load into you. The full, warm feeling triggered your own orgasm. You let out a shriek as your vision went white, pure ecstasy pulsing through every nerve in your body. After riding out the waves of his own orgasm, Jake slumps down ontop of you, purring into your neck while his tail whips around. You pant for a few seconds before asking, " 'ye think you could go again?"

[goddess-venuz]

═ஓ๑ SIMP CHP 022 SMUT

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ:Love is a Bitch| Two Feet

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═ஓ๑A LONGING GASP ROLLED PAST YOUR TONGUE-...

"Y-Yuri-"

"I'm not stopping... I can't... I won't."

Crimson irises bore into yours; Yuri's lips planted fevered kisses past your stomach to your inner thighs- thumbs rising his oversized shirt further up your torso; seizing the fabric against your hardened nipples.

His irises stayed fixated on yours- lust glazed over; the man he gawked at you was foreign... You were used to the warmth shyness- happiness Yuri wield but now...

Your husband gawked at you as if you were his prey... And a predator must feast...

Teeth grasping the hems of your laced underneath that sheathed your quivering core; your stomach flinched ever so slightly- a butterfly sensation sprouting across your stomach.

As Yuri began to drag your laced underneath further down your thighs by his teeth; you attempted to close your legs resulting in a sudden pressure to apply to your thighs-

"Don't fucking close your legs."

Goosebumps littered your limbs- eyes widened at the unexpectedly low husk tone within Yuri's vocals; the male didn't pay your surprise any mind as he continued to drag your underwear until it had reached your knee.

Finally moving his fingers from your thighs to rip the underwear from your legs; tossing it to the side, Yuri hooked his arms underneath your thighs- lifting your ass inches from the sheets;

Unable to prepare yourself; another sharp gasp-like moan escapes your lips, your stomach sinking in the amount of pleasure of your swollen clit being sucked against.

Inhaling sharply; Yuri's mind was unable to unravel what was happening, his drunken lustful state merely increasing- for months he had merely dreamt of this moment but now that it is happening...

He wasn't going to let you go until you were overstimulated...

Back arching; your fingers dug into the mattress underneath you- legs forcibly pried opened, lips encircling around your swollen clit, tongue prodding the sensitive bud- attempting to contain your moans; it wasn't until you felt an exotic sensation filling your swollen cunt.

Walls becoming slightly stretched; your fingers itched to grasp Yuri's strains until you retracted your hand and buried it once more against the mattress until Yuri's husky voice brushed against your eardrums.

"Pull my hair."

Not needing to say it twice; your fingers roughly grasp the male's strains, curling your fingers through his locks- a sharp tug given to him earning a low groan to vibrate against your swollen core from Yuri's lips.

Hairs standing on the back of his neck; Yuri's fingertips burying into your flesh, the male's legs shifting against the mattress as another rough tug was given to his scalp-

Pleasure struck through his veins each tuck given; each moan that reached his ear... It drove him nearly to the brink of insanity.

Pumping his fingers through your swollen core; your walls squeezing around his curling fingers- Yuri's hips bucked mindlessly against the mattress, the male parting his lips from your clit upon feeling the slight compulsive motion against his fingers.

Selfishly pulling his fingers out; Yuri dipped his tongue into your soaked core, the secret officer made sure to take his time...

Yet as soon as your juices coated his tastebuds-

"Hah~"

Swallowing thickly; lips agape as your stomach flinched lightly as your cum glazed over Yuri's tongue, the male's eyebrows knitting almost a bit surprised by the sweetest of your fluids.

Once coming down from the small high; your eyes widened slightly- fever bursting across your lips, "Sorry!- I didn't mean-"

"It's fine."

Moving from your thighs; Yuri sat up, the male's digging his fingertips into your thighs- his crimson hues boring at your soaked entrance, dragging his tongue across his lips; a low chuckle fell past his lips.

You felt goosebumps prickling your flesh once his irises snapped to meet your gaze; chin tilted down slightly only adding further tingling across your flesh.

"That just means I'm going to fuck the shit outta you... So be a good girl... And take your husband's cock."

Everything had happened within a blink of an eye; you weren't sure how it happened, yet here you were...

"Yuri-..."

Face down; underneath Yuri- face buried into the pillow, ass in the air as one hand pressed firmly against your lower abdomen; a finger slowly circling your clit as another grasped the headboard above your heads.

"Oh, G-God..."

Walls stretched to their full extent; Each longing stroke of Yuri's cock earned a gasped moan from your lips, Yuri's irises bore into the back of your skull- the male's knuckles whitening as he desperately grasped the headboard that lightly tapped against the wall is pressed against.

"That's my girl... Keep moaning out who you belong to."

His husk vocals brushed against your ears; the feeling of his strains tickling your shoulder as Yuri planted a fevered kiss against the nape of your neck- your head tilted to the side only allowing him to latch his lips against your flesh;

Teeth combine across your heated nape; lips attaching to your flesh as his hips bucked selfishly against yours at a rough rhythmic pace.

Breasts bouncing in sync; Inhaling sharply through his nostrils as his cock plowed mercilessly through your swollen cunt- your eyelids forced to shut as a sharp cry erupted from you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yuri!"

Once feeling yourself becoming lost inside the rough thrusts of Yuri; with one final buck- the male groaned against your flesh as he began to slow his hips painfully slow.

Moving his lips from the nape of your neck; dropping his hand from the headboard- pearly white fingers grasped your throat firmly.

Thumb rubbing against the noticeable love bite; your head was raised from the pillow- back arching to allow the position to be a bit more comfortable; you forced your heavy eyelids apart only to be met with Crimson hues-

"I want to hear you say it... Say what I want to hear."

Fingers squeezing your throat resulting in your lips falling further agape; your heart rammed against your rib cage as you blindly gazed into Yuri's eyes.

"I-I'm yours-..."

"And?"

"Your mine- Hah!~"

Throat suddenly realized- a sharp cough escapes your lips as the air that was being taken from you rushed into your lungs once more; he's falling forward until fingers curled themselves into your strains- roughly tugging your hair by the scalp;

Yuri grunted lowly as his hips snapped forward; once more rapidly thrusting his pelvis against your ass- his cock stretching- demolishing your cunt that greeted the male's length with ease;

Eyebrows knitting in pleasure; Yuri's finger continued to tend to your swollen clit as he gave a sharp tug to your loosened strains with the other.

"It's taking everything I have not to explode inside you", gruffly, mid-thrust, Yuri grunted; "I wanna cum inside you so bad..." whispering the shameful desire underneath his breath; his fingers releasing your strains allowing your face to become buried into the pillow once more.

"Four months... Four... Fucking... Months...It took everything in me not to just press you up against the nearest wall... Fucking this sweet cunt of yours raw, filling it to the brim with my cum... The thought of you begging for more of my touch drove me insane... And now look at you... Can't even speak until it's moaning out my name."

Your instantaneous agreeing mewl earned yet another low chuckle to brush past his lips; his irises bore into your swollen cunt that took in his cock, The mere sight invokes a moan,the sound vibrates more past his lips as he grinds his length further down your cunt.

Shocks of pleasure ricocheted through you as your hips fight back to increase the simulation, fingers digging further into the pillow until the sensation of Yuri's slapping his palm against your ass earned a hitched cry as result-

For a split second; his cock departed from your cunt, palms gripping your hips to flip you onto your back-hazed irises snapping to gaze up at Yuri who merely kept his hues fixated on yours-

"You have always been so fucking perfect..." he rasps. "So fucking good to me." quick circles while he continues teasing your slit. "Every morning- every night- You flash that pretty smile that would be enough to make my knees go weak..."

Cock twitching against your warmth; Yuri guided his length through your cunt slow and torturous as inch by inch, he stretches your cunt once more-

Your walls squeeze around him as if he hadn't been plowing through your cunt prior; His arms slip around your waist snugly, keeping you still as you instinctively buck and writhe in search of relentless stimulation. He keeps you there, sheathed to the hilt, pubic bone flush against your clit.

A moan finally escaped his lips; Yuri pressed his chest against your breast, burying his face into the nape of your neck; grinding himself further, you could feel the male shudder against you as he rolled his hips.

"God, I love you... I can't get enough of you... Of your sweet pussy..."

Lust breaking his mentality; emotions bubbling- boiling over his surface as soon after, nothing but pure greediness burst across his flesh.

Overwhelming strength; speed that matched with force released against the shattering snapping of his hips against your pelvis- skillfully hitting the aching spot within your bundling nerves over and over resulted in a pleasurable cry erupting from your swollen lips.

Vision blurring; fingertips burying into his shoulders; Yuri's arms secured firmly around your waist, the male's husk moans filling your eardrums.

Thighs clamped around his waist; legs closed around the male, his relentless- merciless- thrusts shook you to the core.

You were able to withstand any longer within Yuri's arms; becoming undone by his maneuver, becoming consumes by your bundle of sensitive nerves- your mind becoming blank; unable to comprehend your surroundings;

Burning pleasure rippled through your flesh; goosebumps soared through your limbs, basking every mere second Yuri had rendered you into such a submissive- mind-boggling state,

You did not regret it one bit.

When you thought the male couldn't make you quiver with pure pleasure; his husk vocals merely added fire to the flame, "Fuck...can feel you squeezing—tight and warm... Go ahead, Cum for me Baby~"

Nails digging into his flesh; earning scratches among from his shoulder blades to his spine- the hint of pain merely enhancing his pleasure,

Yuri's larger hands clasped around your wrists; pinning them above your skull, moving his face from the crook of your neck- Yuri tauntingly rested his lips inches from your agape once,

Breathing heavily; nose resting against yours-

Squirming underneath his pelvis, just as Yuri bucked his pelvis against yours; "Your pussy fits around my cock so well... You know... This is only the beginning... you're going to take everything I have all night... Slow... Rough... Understood, Wife?"

"Y-Yes!"

Back arching upon feeling his hand roughly grasping your ass; such a small change in position allowed the man to stroke the bundle of nerves deeply within you-

Oh how desperately you wanted to grasp Yuri; fingertips buried into his flesh... Running down his shoulder blades and back...

Yuri pounded into you, with no remorse, Every second, Minute, Hour, and Month of pent-up sexual frustration was being released all in one night... UnForgivingly he would make sure to burn his name into your brain... The way his cock stretched you out will forever be left behind...

"Yuri! I'm Cumming!-"

"Go ahead, who's stopping you?"

Body freezing as your eyelids glued shut; hitched moan rolled past your lips in longing spurts as your walls unforgivingly squeezed around his cock, creaming on his length- Yuri continued to roll his hips as he came shortly after;

Lips parted; a moan escapes his lips, shoulders shuddering- the male felt his heart fluttering with pure ecstasy.

"Yuri-"

Vocals seized by the male hungrily capturing your lips with his; Yuri's hands that grasped your wrist gradually released them- digging his fingertips into the mattress beside your head;

Lips gradually parted; heaving breathing shared between the two of you, Yuri lifted himself barely inches from you- crimson hues boring into yours;

The man finally had you in his arms, his alone, you were his, and he wasn't going to stop until every inch of your flesh is covered with his memorizing love bites; until your thighs, cunt, ass was slick with his cum; Yuri wasn't going to stop until you understand the true definition of being A Wife to a Briar...

"You better pray you have makeup to cover up my marks."

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[r0-boat]

Hi, I love your WHB headcanons, they make me smile all the time! I don't know if I can request something, ignore this message if it's not allowed! But if you can…

Can you tell us how you think the Kings (especially Satan and Lucifer) would react to finding out their MC's birthday? Would they give you some gift or perhaps for them, immortals, birthdays are a useless celebration?

Thank you very much for all your wonderful work! And…sorry if my English is horrible

Oh my gosh celebrating your birth would be a special occasion let's see how these kings celebrate it

Whb Kings celebrating your birthday.

Sfw cut for length

Satan

The nobles celebrated together in the hall of the castle. They have a party what humans call a potluck. Where they bring their own food and snacks and their gifts.

Since demons live so long their birthdays are not as celebrated except for maybe the birth of their kings. But even then a birthday was not really a devil thing. But that didn't mean they They didn't like doing it They want to celebrate birthdays the way humans do and what better way to celebrate it with a human!

They want to do everything a human does at their birthday even the most silliest things like pinatas or pin the tail in the donkey everything anything you mentioned they will add it. But they also want to celebrate you in a devil way so you end up just getting this weird mix of demon human celebration.

The nobles and Satan are celebrating your birthday together but later Satan will give you an extra special gift ;)

Mammon

His version of parties are more relaxed with golden ballrooms fancy dresses and suits with expensive wine and catering. He will grant you anything on your birthday and for your party anything you wish. Of course unlike the other demons he will not be talked in out of making your party what you deserve. Your venue will be at a golden Mansion with hot tubs pools endless five star foods.

Anything you suggest he will pump it up to tenfold. At a park? No problem You shall have your party at a beautiful garden venue with exotic flowers plants and fruits. In a familiar place like his house? No problem He shall make it work. (Bimet with a money donation booth)

Your cake must have the least be five tiers. All five flavors and fillings as well as designed to your desire. You will be working with a five-star bakery and they will provide samples to make sure your cake is to what you desire.

"anything you want my dearest, this day is yours I will make sure your birth is celebrated as a national holiday"

Leviathan

He keeps your birthday a secret He wants to be the only one celebrating it! And he gets mad jealous if you ever tell anyone. Of course you throw a hissy fit. And Levi assures you that he'll give you enough gifts to make up for the fact only he knows.

Listen Levi may be an envious little bug but he has his limits... He knows he'd rather be celebrating the day of your conception and he realizes the special day since he never had a birthday himself nor he wanted to celebrate his birthday because of his past. He doesn't even remember what day it was.

Anything you want any wish you want to Grant for the entire day he is yours. And I guess the other Hades nobles will give you gifts as well since you made such a big stink about it.

If you ever mentioned to celebrate your birthdays together his eyes will go wide and his job will go slack. You're willing to share a special occasion with him? He just fell even deeper for you.

Beelzebub

Parties are a Abyssos specialty! your party will be a grand celebration. Wild and fun not like the parties in Tartaros we're rich people got like fancy little birds with their tiny fancy drinks and little crackers and cheeses, chirping about how rich they are. A real party!

And of course the grander the party the more strict the planning will be. Beelzebub takes these parties very seriously You can call him a party aficionado. Of course what you want also matters so he will ask Bael to keep notes because he'll probably forget. You can pick the venue pick the snacks it's starting to sound more like a wedding than just a birthday party.

It will have the most fun most lively most wild venue. Devils from across the seven kingdoms will hear about it and want to come bringing gifts to party in Abyssos. The nobles and King talking excitedly how this will be the greatest party in millenia. Will it last a day no a whole week of partying!

It will take A LOT of talking if you want your party to be anything other than the greatest celebration that Abyssos has to offer. In the end you'll just get sad pouty puppy Demons just wants to give you the best that Abyssos has to offer and parties are their specialty :(((. They will give in because it's what you want and whatever the birthday human decides.

Lucifer

Angels do not celebrate birthdays The only birthday they celebrate is either God or Jesus. So it completely slipped his mind until you mentioned it. His eyes went wide Oh yeah human celebrate their birth...

He's not one to ask for a party or anything, He brings you flowers and gives you cake and a little gift. The gift is the most expensive thing he always gets you jewelry or something you like.

Asking you out for birthday dinner is something he would probably do too. The other citizens of Paradise lost is allowed to celebrate as they please. Gamigin is not okay with this He is planning a party for you right now. Lucifer thinks it's unnecessary but he will attend anyway.

He tells his subordinate to please keep in mind that your day should be up to you. And if the young dragon is planning on anything you do not want he will be punished.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors if u see this NO YOU DO NOT

Chapter 008: Good Girl, Good Fucking Girl

A flustered Eddie orders you to the backseat of his van after weeks of constant teasing.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020* (all coming soon)

NSFW — dirty-talk, choking, oral (m receiving), face fucking, fingering, deep throating, ball play, slapping, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, aggressive!eddie, daddy kink, dominant!eddie, submissive!shy girl, finger sucking, praising kink, titty fucking, swallowing, basically anything that doesn’t involve a condom bc these bitches aren’t prepared

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“I feel you too, Feel those things you do, In your eyes I see a fire that burns.”

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“Back of the van. Now.”

Along with making your pussy swell, Eddie’s ferocity catches you by surprise. He’s never been that rough with you before, even with weeks of his passive aggressive behavior. Eddie’s hand stays glued to your neck while he undresses you with his contentious eyes. He means business.

You rush to the backseat when he releases you, your eagerness to be fucked all the way out making you indifferent to any scratches or scrapes you may acquire along the way.

It makes you look pathetic, you know, but his thirst to have you, even in a well-lit parking lot at borderline dawn would do just about anybody in.

Eddie uses the opportunity of you on all fours to issue a rough smack across your asscheeks. You whimper softly in response.

"Sorry," he coos as he rubs the impact site. "I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’ll definitely leave a mark,” you comment.

“As intended.”

You lay yourself down on the relatively spacious backseat, propping yourself upwards with your elbows. Eddie follows suit, stumbling on nothing along the way and landing just inches away from your face.

Your hands go up to support him. "Oh my god," you chuckle. You graze up the arms of his leather jacket. "You alright?"

"Better than alright," he replies, undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans. His eyes are fixed on you the whole time. “C’mere.”

Eddie pulls you into another tender kiss, shielding the back of your head with his palm as he lays you all the way down. You instinctively cradle your legs around him, your antsy fingers getting tangled in his thick brown hair, your lips suctioning themselves to his hot, unmarked neck.

Eddie buries his face in your chest, caressing your tits with his tongue and his hands. You palm his erection through his boxers before exploring the small of his back with both your hands. Moaning softly, Eddie grinds himself onto you, getting himself off to the friction of your heat that's barricaded by two stubborn articles of rigid, blue denim.

“‘Tits are fucking perfect,” he says between kisses. “They just sit so pretty.”

It all feels so right. Eddie grabs you by the hips and attempts to thrust further, maximizing your dry touch until you give him the green light to proceed.

“God, I need you now.”

You cup the large and firm protrudence in your hand once again and give his balls a timid squeeze as Eddie groans into your ear.

“You have no idea how long l've been waiting for this,” Eddie continues.

"You and me both," you heave. "Need you so fucking bad, Eddie."

Both of your moans fill the van as your lips crash into each other again, tongues sparring for control. Eddie grabs a hold of your right breast, massaging it gently before playing with your nipples, pinching, rubbing, and flicking to the tempo of his kisses.

"I can't do this," Eddie debates aloud, shaking his head as he plants messy, wet kisses all over your face. “Fuck. I’m screwed.”

You beam up at him, resting your hands on top of his chest. "Don't run from it, Eddie. Just embrace it."

“Kinda too late to retreat, I’m afraid,” he laughs. “I meant I don’t have a condom.”

“We can do other things,” you suggest. “I’m a sucker for foreplay.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Eddie insists.

“I kinda had to. More than twice actually.”

His hand flies to your neck again. You squeal, again.

“Don’t get smart with me now.”

You use this opportunity to get Eddie real fired up. Pouting up at him with your plump lips, you bat your wispy lashes that accessorized your glimmering ‘fuck-me-senseless’ eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ.”

The game of cat and mouse is coming to an end.

Eddie roughly undoes the buttons of your shorts and wrangles them off of you before discarding them off to the side. All in one quick sweep.

His hand lands on your mound and he pauses to admire you before his fingers drive themselves inward. You feel your nipples harden as Eddie continues to venture.

"Fuck, Eddie..." you breathe.

You squirm impatiently as Eddie takes his time pulling down your bright red g-string that unintentionally matched the set he just spoiled you with. He seems to be struggling. To help him out, you reach over to pull your g-string down, but he grabs your wrist and chucks it away. Your heart soars.

“No no, leave ‘em halfway on,” he commands. “It’s hotter that way. Eagerness factor and all.”

You know exactly what Eddie means by that. There’s something so sexy about needing someone so bad that you’re hardly undressed.

Eddie continues to set up access. Meanwhile, you play with his fingers, stripping him of his rings as a hint to how you want him.

Thumb ring, off.

Index finger ring, off.

Middle finger ring, off.

Pinky ring, off.

Eddie doesn’t wear anything on either ring finger. But judging by how this night is headed, you are determined to make that change.

You gasp quietly as Eddie etches gentle circles against your clit, three of his large fingers teasing your already slippery entrance. You breathe out in euphoria when he slides his index finger in.

Testing the waters. Eddie pumps into you in a rotating motion, studying your reaction as you quickly accommodate him.

“Shit,” you moan, tossing your head back in pleasure.

Eddie maintains his steady pace.

“Tell me how you like it,” he encourages you.

“Just like that,” your response is almost inaudible. “I like it like that, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” he whispers. “Good.”

The rhythm continues.

“More,” you instruct him before kissing his chin. His emerging 5 o’clock shadow is tickling you, but you don’t care. “Please, Eddie.”

“What does more mean, babygirl?” Eddie questions. “Hm? What can I do for you?”

“F-faster,” you plead. “And one more finger, please.”

Without hesitation, his middle finger swoops in. He begins to pick up speed.

“Fuck!” you cry out.

You grab onto his hair and pull him closer to you. All the while, Eddie is pistoning in and out of you, at a speed and depth so aching, your eyes begin to well with tears.

Eddie smirks. “What are you crying for, honey? It’s what you wanted.”

“I know, I know,” you mewl. “It just feels too good.”

You bridge your pelvis upward to maximize the sensation. The sounds of your arousal slosh around in the backseat, absolute music to Eddie’s ears. He continues to repeatedly taunt that sweet spot of yours.

“Look at you,” he says. “So wet for me, you hear that sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod.

The pet name sends shivers down Eddie’s spine. His eyes are fixated on you now, watching you shake beneath him. You’re mouthing for more because your voice is nearly gone. Eddie uses his pinky and his thumb to keep you propped upward.

He curves his fingers.

The pressure sensation to shoots up to your navel. You abruptly dig your nails into Eddie’s thigh in response to your detonating senses.

“MMM!” you yelp.

Eddie dares to mock you. “Mm?”

“Feel s-so good,” you stammer. “S-so fucking good. More, please, Eddie. I want more.”

He pumps his fingers into you harder, picking up speed with every thrust. And just when you think you’ve adjusted to him, his ring finger slides in.

You squeal in delight as pressure builds and Eddie advances further. He’s so measured, so rhythmic. Those are guitarist fingers if you ever did experience them.

“You still with me, angel?”

You realize you haven’t spoke or looked at him in a while. A kiss lands on the top of your head as you come back to earth. He needs to feel good now.

“Need your cock, Eddie,” you whimper. “Need to spoil you too.”

He chuckles, ruffling your hair with his other hand. “Aw, shucks. That’s thoughtful of you, dear.”

He kisses your forehead. “Alright.”

You both shift around to new positions and comfort levels. This time you’re on your stomach with your back arched, legs slightly parted so Eddie can keep abusing your cunt with those long, thick fingers of his. Eddie lines his groin up with your mouth, teasing you with how slow he’s pulling down the only thing keeping you from devouring him.

"You're only fucking Steve, right?"

You nod. "And…you're not sleeping with anyone?"

"Currently not." Eddie confirms. "And I'm tested, are you tested?"

You nod eagerly. "Cleared."

And the boxers come down.

He’s huge. Your eyes widen as his dagger springs out, his length just as excruciating as Steve’s, but his girth an entirely different ballpark. You rest a clammy set of fingers atop of it and hold in your breath, realizing your dainty little hand can barely envelope his entire circumference.

A thin strand of his pre-cum leaks from his rosy red tip. All for you.

Amused at your reaction, Eddie gives off a single-syllable chuckle. "What?"

"I think you know what.”

He looks at you slyly. "Do I?"

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Eddie shrugs. “Perhaps.” He inches closer to you. “But you’re just as sneaky.”

He gently taps your lips with the tip of his cock, requesting entrance into your mouth. You open up wide, taking him in sliver by sliver, dancing your tongue around his head before moving down his shaft.

“Shit,” he mutters.

You feel him hardening in your mouth. It leaves you stunned. He wasn’t completely hard yet?

You bob your head up and down as you take him, doing swirls around his tip with your tongue and mimicking the motion with your hands as you stroke him. And you don’t want to leave the boys out so after a while, you stroke him with both hands, gliding your thumb along the tip of his head while you tongue his balls. Eddie acquires a huge cluster of your hair and proceeds to lightly guide you.

“My fucking god,” he sputters. “Mmm just like that baby, FUCK.”

Soon he's got your hands behind your back and thrusting into your mouth, the foreshadow of his release running down your chin. You arch your back further to display your pleasure, and to allow easier access for Eddie’s fingers as you throat his long, wide cock to tears.

Meanwhile, his three fingers are a machine, propelling themselves in and out of you, the rattling of your drenched pussy ricocheting off the walls of Eddie's van. Pressure continues to build at your core.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. He pulls his fingers out to spank you. “Wish you can see how pretty you look right now. Give that mouth a nice lil stretch…”

His cock rams the back of your throat repeatedly. Your resistance in the form of a subtle gag makes it known.

"Keep that mouth open, baby," Eddie instructs. "Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

You gag and you gasp as Eddie fucks your throat, jamming into you so hard you’re sure it’s going to bruise tomorrow. A couple more thrusts, and you tap, digging your sharp nails into his thighs and spitting him out to lubricate his dick.

“Yeah ha!” Eddie chuckles euphorically as you go back to swallowing him down. He pulls you in with your hair. “That’s the stuff, baby. Want you to take me until that pretty jaw locks. Want you to still feel me today, tomorrow, and the day after. Do you understand me?"

You nod your head, yes, rapidly. You pause to take in some air, jacking him off with your hand in the meantime, reveling in the dreamy state in his eyes.

The intense fingering continues, this time, he keeps his fingers curved.

“Oh my GOD!” you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you continue to jerk Eddie off.

Eddie issues you a mild slap across the face causing you to moan in pleasure. He cups your face with a single hand, encouraging you to look at him and to not break eye contact. He wants to watch you fall apart.

He yanks his three fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them instantly.

"Mhm," Eddie pants. "You like how you taste huh?"

You’re all tuckered out. Mouth sore, legs like jello, makeup probably non-existent. But you’re in another world. Too far away from Earth to care. And you don’t plan on coming back down any time soon.

“Let’s give that pretty little mouth a break,” Eddie barters. “Lemme fuck your tits.”

Again, with a singular motion, Eddie unclasps your bra and glides it down and away from your arms. You allow him to flip you back over onto your back and watch in absolute bliss as hovers over you.

Pushing your tits together, you watch as Eddie lines himself up, sliding in between and thrusting himself onto you. You poke your tongue out to graze his dick when you can.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. “This is so hot.”

“You’re so hot,” you insist.

He blushes. “No you’re so hot. And sweaty.”

Eddie’s secretions mixed with your saliva spill onto your chest as he continues to pleasure himself. The fingers that were once inside of you are now in your mouth. You suck on them hard.

“Havin’ the time of your life aren’t you, my little fuck doll?” Eddie asks.

“Mhm,” you nod. “Love letting you use me, Eds.”

Eddie’s face scrunches as he continues to fuck your breasts, beads of sweat raining down on you as he reaches his peak.

“So fucking dangerous,” Eddie tosses his head back. “This is so dangerous. Holy shit. Wanna cum all over you.”

The phone rings. You two flinch at the noise as it yanks you both out of your lust-filled trance.

"Son of a BITCH!” Eddie growls. He debates letting it go to voicemail, but when he sees who's calling he answers the phone.

"What, Henderson?"

"Oh good, you're still awake!" you hear Dustin pant from the other end of the line. "Can you pick us up please? Skull Rock?"

"W-" Eddie's puzzled. "Us? Who's us? Why are you shitheads up so late?"

"We've been drinking and we don't wanna walk home," Dustin explains. "Especially cuz Lucas keeps walking into oncoming traffic."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie rages. "You guys work in the afternoon, why would you-"

Eddie slams his palm onto his face as he listens half-assed to Dustin's explanation. They argue back and forth for a little while longer before he caves. Eddie would rather have the boys plastered in his van than in the Uber of a family friend who would snitch to Ms. Claudia Henderson about their shenanigans. Eddie the Hero, per usual.

"I…” Eddie rolls his eyes. "Gotta pick up the boys. If they get caught, a lot of us are in trouble."

“Aw,” you shrug. “Okay.”

“Let’s finish up,” Eddie suggests. “Real quick. Please.”

The easiest ‘yes’ ever. You and Eddie agree to one last face fuck. He thrusts into you messily, eyes closed and concentrated on chasing his release. With his outlet being your pretty, puffy, pink lips it comes quicker than you think.

The thick threads of Eddie’s hot cum shoot to the back of your throat. You swallow instantly, and make sure he’s watching.

Eddie’s mouth flies open as he bears witness to the whole thing. You wipe the remnants of him off with the side of your thumb.

“No need for clean up,” you smile innocently.

For a second it looks like Eddie’s knees almost buckle.

“My god,” he strains. “You need to marry me asap.”

You know it’s a joke, but your heart flutters at the compliment.

“Yeah, right.”

You’re a little bummed the nights been cut short again but you're at ease knowing there's plenty more where that came from.

“I’m so sorry that the night ended this way,” Eddie mutters. “I just didn’t expect literally any of this to happen.”

"It's okay," you giggle. "I remember those days. Dad's controlling ass raised some sneaky kids.”

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah," you nod. "You wouldn't believe the adventures I went on. Billy would tag along too."

Eddie smiles. “Since we’re talking adventures, this one of ours has to be my favorite.”

You two proceed to drive along to Skull Rock, the skull shaped boulder made infamous by Eddie and Steve. Eddie won't go into full detail about how they made it so well known. Just that it was them that did it.

Eddie slithers his hand over to you, resting it atop your thigh.

"Well this changes some things, huh?" he laughs.

"Kinda," you mumble shyly, not even fighting back your ear-to-ear grin anymore.

“In one mile, turn right on Curly Street,” the GPS orders.

A slightly heavy rectangular device lands onto your lap. It’s Eddie’s phone.

"Can you text Dustin for me?" Eddie requests. "Let him know our ETA and all that?"

“Sure!” you oblige.

Eddie gives you his passcode, 0-0-2-0 and you navigate to his text messages to text your rambunctious curly-haired friend.

The concept of it all makes you blush. Eddie trusts you with his phone and letting him text your mutual friends for him. Butterflies form in your stomach.

According to Eds and Siri, you’re five minutes away so that's what you text. Dustin shoots you a thumbs up a few seconds later.

You go to close to the Messenger app. But with an accidental swipe to the left, the conversation below Dustin's happens to catch your eye.

NINA loved "See you soon! 😁”

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author’s note: me after posting the raunchiest chapter(s) of this fic so far and turning off my phone

[fakemichaelsheen]

-richmond, london, 1759-

crowley, intrigued: what are doing here, angel?

aziraphale, excited: you'll see. it's a surprise

crowley, groans: you know I hate surprises

aziraphale, grins: oh, you'll like this one *stops outside the newly opened kew gardens; gestures* ta-dah!

crowley: ...

crowley, confused: what am I looking at exactly?

aziraphale: it's a botanical garden. they house a wide variety of rare and exotic plants

crowley, still not understanding: ok...

aziraphale, sighs: we're always doing 'me' things, crowley. going to the theatre, dining at restaurants, walks in the park or visiting music halls. I mean, it's hardly fair

crowley, dismissive: they're not 'you' things. they're 'us' things

aziraphale, smiles: in that case, this particular 'you' thing can be a new 'us' thing

crowley, rubs his temple: yeah, fine. can we just go and look at plants now?

aziraphale, satisfied: yes, please *takes his arm* I'm looking forward to having you talk me through the collections

crowley, happy: hmm. okay *pauses* um, thanks, angel

aziraphale, pats his hand affectionately: you're welcome

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Breathing Room

@wolfstarmicrofic June 15, word count 742

Previous part First part

McGonagall ushered them over to the gardens where Pomona Sprout was waiting for her. She was a plump older woman who spent her retirement tending to the vegetable patch and exotic flowers she kept in a little greenhouse. 

“Good morning boys,” She announced as they carefully walked around her plants. “Gather round, gather round. Come on Mr Pettigrew, I won’t bite. Ah, good. Right then, today you’ll be helping me plant these seedlings.” She pointed at two dozen trays filled with tiny sprouting plants. “Now watch me very closely. You dig a little hole for them in the earth I have already prepared for you and you gently, and I mean gently, remove a plant from the tray and transfer it into its new home. Make sure to leave them enough breathing room. If they’re too close together, they won’t flourish. Right let’s get started then,” She clapped her soil-caked hands together and set them to their task. 

Remus was still sore from the previous day’s task of painting fences. He could hear the rest of the campers down by the lake, splashing and shrieking, clearly having a lot of fun. 

“It’s only 6 trays each, we’ll have it done in no time,” James said cheerily. James was wrong. 

Remus ended up sitting on the ground and planting as far as he could reach before crawling forward and repeating the previous step. They’d been at it for two hours and managed two trays each. 

“There has to be an easier way to do this,” He grumbled. Pomona had disappeared behind her greenhouse, and they hadn’t seen her since.

Remus lay on the ground, stretching out his sore back and neck muscles. He was fine if he could keep moving, but repetitive movements and being hunched over made him ache far quicker than anything else. 

The sun was warm on his face and the light breeze made it almost pleasant. A shadow fell across him, blocking the warmth. He shielded his eyes with his hand and opened them. Sirius grinned back at him. 

“I’ve had an idea,” He said as he held up a small plant pot. He knelt beside Remus and shoved it into the earth. When he pulled it out, there was a perfect hole ready for the seedlings to be deposited in. 

“Sirius, you absolute genius,” Remus said, amazed. Sirius leaned over and stole a kiss. Remus’s eyes darted to the other two, but they hadn’t noticed. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Sirius winked at him. “Oh, they know by the way, so no need to hide,” He jabbed his thumb in James and Peter’s direction. Remus couldn't quite believe it, but as James and Peter hadn't said anything, clearly they didn't have a problem with him. “Oi, you two use the plant pots,” Sirius showed them what he’d done and the planting went so much faster. Sirius and James ran up and down the vegetable patch jabbing the little plant pots into the ground while Remus and Peter followed more slowly behind them, burying the plants in the holes left behind. They were done in no time. 

Pomona found them all stretched out on the grass, Sirius, James and Peter telling Remus about the mischief they got up to over previous summers spent at the camp. 

“Boys, I gave you a job to do,” She said sternly, hands moving to her hips, “Do I have to go get Minerva?”

“But we’ve finished,” Peter complained as they all sat up. 

“Finished?” She asked incredulously. She peered behind them and her eyes widened in shock at the neat rows of plants. “Well I never,” She muttered under her breath. She shook her head and checked her watch. “Well done, boys. Might as well take an early lunch before the rest of the rabble get back. Thanks for your help,” She called after them as they walked back to their cabin to get cleaned up. 

“I need to wash my hands, badly,” Remus moaned, scrapping at the soil coating his nails. 

“I wonder what Minnie’s got planned for us this afternoon,” James pondered aloud. 

“Oh plenty, Mr Potter. Don’t you worry about that,” McGonagall said, emerging from the store cupboard. The four of them jumped out of their skins. “Mr Lupin, you may want to apply more sunscreen, you’re looking a little red dear,” She crinkled her eyes in a smile as they hurried away in case she gave them another job before lunch.  

Next part

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for quietellen; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.  (( chrono || non-chrono ))

In Smoll-Veel, the aliens mostly talk to Ma and Pa and call them “Mar-Tha” and “Jona-Than”, and call Kara “Ka-Lair” and Kal “Ka-Lum”. So–the aliens do have private names, Kara is almost sure. Or at least, different names to use at home, even if maybe not necessarily private ones. She’s careful not to use “Ma” or “Pa” in town anyway, until she knows either way. Or until she can just ask, if nothing else. 

She knows a few more words, now, but she can’t string together a sentence in the aliens’ language for the life of her. The best she can do is gesture at things and say their names, and even that’s only so effective to get a more complicated point across. 

By which she means, not remotely effective. Not even slightly. 

But she needs to learn, so she’s . . . trying, still. Kal needs her to learn. Kal needs . . . 

She can’t let him down. Can’t fail him. Can’t– 

“Ka-Lair Kent!” a dull alien voice calls, and Kara–reorients. Ma and Pa are still inside the shop talking to the man(?) who’s doing something with their vehicle–their “see-dann”, they call it–and she’s standing on the walkway outside the glass front door with Kal in her arms. She’s gotten used to carrying him; he doesn’t feel like he weighs a thing at all, these days. She can hold him with just one arm, even. 

She doesn’t, because it’s less secure than two. But she can, if she needs to. 

She looks towards the voice, though it makes her restless to take her eyes off the door. Off–Ma and Pa. The door is glass, so she can see Ma and Pa and the counter they’re at through the door. That’s–better, that she can see them. She doesn’t want to look away properly, or go somewhere where she can’t. 

They might not be here when she comes back, if she does. 

The voice came from a stranger. Everyone in Smoll-Veel is a stranger to Kara, obviously, but–one she hasn’t seen before. A boy, maybe? He looks around her age, and there’s a few other aliens who look around her age too standing behind him. He grins at her and lifts a hand to wag it at her. She’s . . . not sure why. His eyes are an exotic brown, just like Ma’s, but his hair is much darker. Nowhere near as black as Kal’s, though, and stick-straight instead of curly. He smells like sawdust and metal and alien sweat. 

Does he want something from her? 

“Kent,” she agrees warily, not sure what he’s . . . asking? Is he asking her something? 

He says something that sounds a little bit like a question in response, though it’s hard to tell from the flatness of his voice. He comes up to her and Kal and grins wider at her; doesn’t even glance at Kal at all. 

She didn’t recognize any of the words he said. 

“No speaks,” she says in her best attempt at the alien’s language, and hopes that’s actually close enough to what she means to get the point across. The boy grins wider; plants a hand against the building beside her and leans in closer than she’d like. She stares blankly at him. If a Kryptonian boy did that to her, his family would be too embarrassed to show their faces in polite society for a generation. 

She doesn’t know how that works here, though, and she can’t make trouble for Ma and Pa in Smoll-Veel, so she just steps back from him. The other aliens laugh, and the boy turns red in embarrassment, then scowls and reaches after her and grabs her arm. 

She’s holding Kal. And he just touched her without her permission. And she’s holding Kal, and what if he made her drop him?! 

She has those thoughts all in one simultaneous jumble, and then her arm is out and the boy is hitting his ass on the walkway with a yelp of pain. Kara doesn’t scowl down at him, because she has manners, but how ridiculous is he being right now? She didn’t even push him that hard. She barely even pushed him at all! 

“No,” she says in the aliens’ language, emphatic and short, and the boy yells something up at her. She doesn’t recognize any of the words, but she doesn’t care what he has to say anyway. 

Maybe it’s not disgraceful to step into someone’s space like that on this planet, but to grab her arm when she’s holding Kal? 

She doesn’t care if that’s disgraceful or not. It’s not something she’s going to allow. 

A couple of the other aliens say things–Kara can’t tell if they’re jeering her or the boy–and the door opens between them, and Ma and Pa come out. The boy yells again, and points at Kara. She turns enough to shield Kal from him, and doesn’t–doesn’t know what to expect. Doesn’t know what he’s saying. He could say anything, and she can’t explain. She doesn’t have the words. What are–what are Ma and Pa going to think? 

If they’re . . . upset, or angry, or . . . 

What if they just stop being so kind? So patient? What if Ma never makes the “chokk-litt” drink again and Pa never wants to do “ketch” together again and–and they stop reading Kal stories? 

What if they just take back everything they’ve given them and throw them out?

[vodika-vibes]

Hiya,

I hope you are feeling rested on your road to recovery and I wish the best.

I was wondering if you could something similar to your Tup selkie au but with a clone of your choice

It would be lovely if you have the time to do so🫶🏾

Swan Prince

Summary: You’ve been tending to your father’s garden since he fell ill. Not by choice, but because there’s no one else to take care of the garden while he’s in the hospital. The most interesting animal in his garden is a personable black swan. You don’t think twice about confiding in it. Until, one day you are late with your chores, and your swan friend turns into a man.

Pairing: Selkie! ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 2205

Prompt: Selkie AU

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hihi! Thanks for your request! I hope you like this story. I wasn't sure at first, but I think I came up with an idea that I like.

Sometimes, you wonder what your father was thinking building his home so far away from civilization. You have to drive thirty minutes from your home to the subway station, and then sit on the train for an hour, and then walk for another fifteen minutes to get to his house.

It wouldn’t be so bad if you were able to drive the whole route, but that’s not possible. Hasn’t been possible since the storm came through several years ago and washed away a large section of the road.

You know that this land has been in your family since your great-great-grandfather built the family home on it so long ago, and you know that your father loves the home that he was raised in. 

And, you know that as his only child, it falls on you to make sure that the house doesn’t fall into disrepair while he’s in the hospital.

You just really, really wish that he lived closer.

The house your father lives in, the house you were raised in, is very pretty. Built like a ranch, spread out rather than up, it was designed by your great-great-grandfather to make it easier for his wife to navigate.

Your great-great-grandmother lost the use of her legs in a riding accident when she was a child, and, by all accounts, your great-great-grandfather was adamant that she be able to navigate her home with the same ease as someone who was able to walk.

Your grandfather, however, was the one who built the massive garden in the backyard. 

And when you say massive, you mean it. The garden is large enough that it has a lake, a lake that your family is responsible for maintaining. Not to mention the dozens of exotic plants and trees that make it look like a garden from a fairy tale.

When you were a little girl, you would take a small boat to the small island in the middle of the lake and climb the tower your grandmother had made to house her library. You would spend hours curled up on one of her many couches and lose yourself in books and stories about faraway places.

It wasn’t surprising to anyone when you went to school for archeology. In fact, you only returned home from where you were living halfway around the globe when you got a call from a family friend, telling you that your father had fallen ill.

It would be easier if he was more tolerant of other people, but he’s refused medical care from anyone who wasn’t completely human. This is completely ridiculous, in your opinion, but he’s still able to make that decision.

And people wonder why you only speak to your father on major holidays.

You jog up the gravel path that leads to the house, digging your keys from your pocket. Your father’s car sits in the garage, where it’s been since the road was washed out all those years ago.

The bushes at the front of the house are overgrown, and you huff out an annoyed breath as you dig your phone from your pocket and snap a photo. Your old roommate from college decided to become a landscaper rather than complete law school, maybe she’ll offer you a deal.

Of course, your old college roommate is a dryad, and she’s heard more than one rant about your father’s bigoted ways, so it’s just as likely that she would only offer her assistance if you were the one who owned the house.

You pull the mail out of the box and flip through them as you open the door.

There’s nothing important, just a couple of magazines and a predatory credit card offer from the local bank. But nothing that you need to bring to your father. 

You sort the mail on the table, putting all of the similar mail together for him to sort later, and then you focus your attention on the house proper. You check that the water is still off, make sure that all of the windows are still shut and locked, and then push open the door to the back garden.

The truth is that the only reason you need to come out here every day is to make sure that the koi in your mother’s koi pond get fed. 

The reality is that if it wasn’t for your mother’s koi you wouldn’t have returned from the dig. Though, you’re pretty sure that your father isn’t aware of that fact.

You follow the familiar path from the house to your mother’s koi pond, you can tell as you get close to it that the feeder is still working and doesn’t need to be refilled, and that the filter is working well.

For a moment, you watch the familiar fish swim around in the water, and it’s almost like your mother hasn’t passed away. If you close your eyes, you can almost hear her singing her silly lullabies to her koi.

Old, familiar grief washes through you for a moment, but you shove it away with the ease of long familiarity. You straighten and turn away from your mother’s koi pond and towards the lake.

The path from the koi pond to the lake is twisting, but it eventually leads to a shallow staircase that leads you down to the lake itself.

As you approach the shoreline, a small smile crosses your face as a black swan swims over to you from the island in the middle of the lake, and makes a beeline for you, stopping at your feet and butting his head against your leg.

He makes an unhappy noise, and you smile at him as you stroke his head.

“I know, I know. I’m late. I’m sorry.” You crouch so you’re not standing over the bird, “Father had an appointment and he insisted that I just had to be there.”

The swan releases another unhappy noise, at the mention of your father and you smile at him before sitting on the sand, “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you hated my father as much as I do.” You joke.

The swan settles onto the sand next to you, his dark eyes focused on your face.

You’re not sure how your father managed to catch a black swan and force him to live here, but the poor thing seems unable to fly. You hope that he hadn’t clipped the swan’s wings, though that would be very on-brand for him.

Your father has always viewed people and animals as possessions, after all.

“I’m going to have to spend the night, probably.” You say with a sigh, “At least my room is still set up.” You cross your legs and cast your gaze over the water, “I never should have come back,” You murmur, more to yourself than the swan sitting next to you, “This place is like a black hole, it just sucks the life out of everything.”

You watch the moon inch across the sky, and then you stretch your legs out in front of you, “If I leave now, I might be able to catch the last train back to the city.” Of course, you don’t have the desire to get up and try to do that.

So, instead, you release a sigh and flop back on the sand, focusing your attention on the stars over your head. Sleeping under the stars isn’t too bad, you think absently.

You’re jerked from your thoughts when there’s a sudden light from right next to you. You half sit up on your elbow, and you stare, speechless, as the swan next to you glows and transforms.

From a swan to a man.

Now, you’re not a stupid woman. You’ve heard the stories, and you’ve even seen proof of old curses while on digs, so you know what you’re seeing. But, never in a million years, have you ever expected to see one so close.

The man standing before you is tall, with curly black hair and dark skin. He’s wearing casual clothes, a tank top, and loose lounge pants, and he has a leather jacket hanging from one hand. 

You stare at him, jaw dropped, and he holds out his hands placatingly, “Please don’t freak out—”

“What the actual fu—!”

“Okay, that’s freaking out,” He says as he drops to his knee in front of you, “I can explain.”

“That’s a curse.” You say, your voice faint, the first stirrings of hysteria building in your chest, “Being turned into a swan is a curse—”

He clamps his hand over your mouth. He smells nice, like earth and pine and salt water. “Yes, yes it is. Please, let me talk.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, but nod mutely.

“Okay,” Slowly he pulls his hand away from your mouth and presses his hands on your shoulders, “My name is Hound and I’m a selkie. Your father, for some reason, decided that all selkies were women and kidnapped me, and when I turned back to this form, he lost his shit and cursed me to be a swan.”

“What.”

“Because I, and I quote, ‘tricked him’.”

You gape at him, “That…makes no sense.” You finally say, “My father has about as much magical potential as a brick.”

“Well, apparently not.” Hound replies with a shrug, “Honestly, I was all set to hate you when you first showed up, but you’re not anything like your father.”

“Yeah, well. I take after my mom.” You say faintly.

Hound smiles at you reassuringly, “You’re handling this very well.”

“Uh…well, I was in Greece last year, and there was a whole island dedicated to people who were cursed to be swans—” You say, your hands coming up to press over his, which are still resting on your shoulder, “How can I break the curse? I don’t have any magic at all.”

“Well, true love’s kiss is a pretty potent magic,” Hound points out.

“Great! Who’s your true love?”

He shoots you a bemused look, “That would be you.”

“Well. Well, that’s silly.” You reply, “You don’t know me.”

“In the last couple of months, I’ve come to know you very well. Why do you think I followed you everywhere?”

You blink at him, “I feel like you need to have better standards than the daughter of the man who kidnapped and cursed you.”

Hound shrugs, “I disagree.”

You huff out a heavy breath and reach up to press your hands against his cheeks, “Fine, but when this doesn’t work, we need to come up with another plan.” You warn him before you tug him in and press your lips lightly against his.

It’s a very quick kiss because you honestly don’t think it’s going to look. Even if Hound, swan Hound, has been your only friend and confidant for months. That’s not the same as true love.

Turns out, the magic doesn’t agree.

You have to turn away to shield your eyes as Hound glows brightly, and there’s an audible snap of the curse breaking. 

When the light fades, Hound is still himself, and he looks very, very smug. “I knew it was going to work.”

You shake your head and duck long enough to pick his jacket up off the sand. You shake the sand off the soft material and hold it out to him, “It makes no sense.” You counter.

He stares at you, before he slowly takes his jacket back, “Thanks.”

“I appreciate you, and I do think of you as a friend, but that’s no true love.” You say.

“Well, maybe the curse broke through the selfless action of the daughter of the person who cursed me.” Hound offers.

“I mean, I guess that’s possible. Magic is finicky like that.” You mutter as you fold your arms.

“It is finicky like that.” He agrees, “Now, I have just one more question.”

“Hm?”

“Would you prefer an autumn or a spring wedding?”

“I…what?”

Hound holds up his jacket with one finger, “Selkie.”

You stare at him, and his jacket, for a moment, and then you curse, “That can’t be legally binding—”

“It is. Both magically and legally binding.”

“I’ve never even had a boyfriend before!” You blurt.

“That’s alright,” He replies brightly leaning in so that he’s able to press his forehead against yours, “I’m a patient man. Even though we’re already legally married, we can take our time and pretend that we’re just dating.”

“I…suppose that works.”

“Great. Now, I’m starving for real food, do you think we can go up to the house and get something to eat?” Hound asks, “Also, I need to call my brothers.”

“Yeah, alright. I’m sure there’s something in the house I can make.” You turn to head back to the house, only to pause when Hound takes your hand in his and threads your fingers together.

For a moment, you stare at your joined hands, and then your face heats. You can almost feel the amusement rolling off of Hound, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You murmur, and then you tug his hand to lead him towards the house.

Your father’s head is going to explode when he finds out about this. But maybe that’s a good thing.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 14- Succubus/Incubus

Pairings: Incubus!Yeonjun x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Lots of endearing pet names, corruption kink, minor stalking, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, first-time, unprotected sex, creampie.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

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He had never come across anyone like you before. To him you were perfect. Gentle, sweet, caring, beautiful. Your smell intoxicated him and that is why he knew that he had to have you. You were his untainted angel and he'd be damned if he was not the first one to ruin you. Even just imagining it had his hunger growing. He wanted to see for himself how much more beautiful you'd look on your knees for him with saliva running down your face. Or even better how you'd sound calling out his name from beneath him as he brought you to your very first climax. It was so rare for him to find a woman this beautiful who had stayed pure for this long. He's not just talking about sex he means you are entirely pure never having even touched yourself. He could sense it.

He had caught scent of you one day in a local coffee shop. He goes there often to hunt for his meals. A bar or club would be easier but he liked the chase and more importantly, the energy that comes off a drunken one-night stand is not nearly as satisfying as the energy of passionate nights with someone he has carefully cultivated. His method was simple, at least it was to him, he would find someone at the coffee shop, follow them home, and then spend the next few weeks using his powers to slip into their dreams. He would be whatever they wanted, he would pleasure them, tempt them. Then, he would stage a run-in with them and they'd recognize the man of their dreams and he'd know just what to do to be able to get them home and let him in their bed. When he is finished and he has been thoroughly satisfied he erases all traces of him except the dreams. Even then they can never remember the face but they remember the great pleasure he brought.

That was his plan with you except when he realized that you were so pure he wanted so much more with you. So, he changed his usual routine slightly. He started a friendship with you that all started with an "accidentally" spilled coffee and some good conversation. This was going to be a longer play but he knew it'd be oh-so worth it in the end. After a few months, he began entering your dreams. He kept them sweet at first making you think that perhaps you were starting to develop feelings for your new friend. Then, he would reinact something from the dream in person for example bringing you your favorite flowers just because. This went on for another month or so and then he upped his game. He knew you were a fan of fantasy worlds so he came up with a plan to give you a recurring dream. All he did was place you into his world it was lush and green with the purest waters and exotic plants. You would wander around until you found yourself in a cave that had a pink liquid that ran like some sort of honey or syrup. That is where you would find Yeonjun looking absolutely ethereal. You already knew he was amazingly attractive and maybe that was part of the reason why you thought of him so often, but the way he looked now was different. In this dream, he led you around and showed you all the beautiful things and then he would kiss you passionately. The kiss of passion would lead to more. Gentle touches, bodies melding together, the feeling of great pleasure, and then right before the big climax of it all you would wake up. You woke up feeling hot and sweating. You had never felt like that before and you wanted more. This went on for a week before you decided to call Yeonjun over. You hoped that he would not be scared away when you told him about your dream.

This, however, is what he had been planning for. So, when you called him over and told him about your dream he had no plans of running away. He simply said, "Oh, darling if it's troubling you that much I can fix that."

"How? Yeonjun, what if it's bad I don't know what I am doing I have never done this before," you whined. It was music to his ears you were practically begging him to ruin you.

He grinned and stroked your face saying, "You have nothing to worry about my sweet angel I can teach you." With that, he leaned in to kiss you. It was soft but full of desire. He wanted you, no, he needed you badly and the way you shivered beneath his hands that squeezed at your hips he knew you needed him too. His kisses moved down to your neck nipping and licking at your most sensitive areas. His hands moved down to grope at your ass underneath your skirt.

"Ah, Yeonjun that feels so good. I-I want to make you feel good too. Teach me how," you begged. He could smell your arousal and it took everything in him to continue taking his time with you.

"How could I say no when my sweet asks me so nicely like that. Come kneel in front of me and I will teach you how to make me feel good," he said. When you were kneeling before him he slid his black pants and underwear down revealing to you his cock. You had never seen one before but you were pretty sure his had to be the most beautiful. It was long and thick and red and it instinctively made your mouth water.

"Come my pet," Yeonjun said sweetly, "Here is what you do. You're going to wrap your pretty little mouth around this. Make sure to be careful with your teeth and bob your head up and down. Think of it like eating a really yummy popsicle. If you can't take it all you just use your hands to reach the rest. Why don't you practice a little on my fingers." He put two of his fingers to your mouth for you to practice on. You took his digits into your mouth sucking them and running your tongue along them.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth using the leftover saliva on them to pump his dick, "Fuck baby, if you do that on my cock I am not sure I will be able to last. Let's find out huh?" He helps guide your head to his dick. You gladly took him in your mouth and did your best to take as much of him as you could. Taking his suggestion you used your hand to pump at what your mouth couldn't reach.

"Yes, angel just like that. Your mouth feels so good around me," he said. It was torture for him not you take control and fuck your throat but he knew he needed to take it slow with you. This time at least. He wanted to enjoy tainting his pure angel for as long as he possibly could. After a while, he pulled your mouth off him. Drool fell down your chin and you looked up at him with the most fucked out expression. It was even better than he imagined.

"Come now darling," he said helping you up and switching places with you, "It is your turn to feel good now." He reached up your skirt and removed your panties. There was a large wet spot on them and having the scent of your arousal so close almost threw him over the edge. He moved closer and began to lick at your sensitive clit. It was even better than in your dream. He pulled back only slightly to rewet his fingers to then slowly start inserting them into you. He started with one and then carefully added the second. The stretch was painful but bearable and was totally forgotten when he continued licking and sucking at your clit. He moved his fingers at a slow pace curling them up to reach your G-spot. He moved faster and faster.

"Jjunie, please I am ready," you began to beg, "Gimmie...gimmie more. Gimmie...gimmie more...please." He smirked and removed his fingers. He lined his tip up with your entrance rubbing it up and down your folds.

"Look at that," he said, "My sweet, innocent, angel begging to be filled up by my cock. You have no idea how long I have been wanting to ruin you. I am going to make you mine. This will hurt a bit but I promise I will go slow my sweet." That being said he began to start pushing in slowly. It did hurt but he went very slowly pushing in a little at a time and giving time for you to adjust. He distracted you by kissing at your neck again and soon he was all the way inside of you. It took all of his remaining restraint not you just hold your hips down and fuck into you.

He only moved when you whined out a pathetic, "I-I am ready Jjunie please move." That was all he needed. He started slowly only doing slow deep thrusts and then he sped up to a faster pace. He found a good rhythm that had you a moaning mess.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good for me," he said. You could no longer form sentences everything falling from your lips just moans and gibberish mixed with a please every so often. You could feel a knot tightening in your stomach. It felt like the feeling in your dreams but more intense and you would not let it escape you this time.

"Oh, you must be close sweetheart," Yeonjun said, "You're squeezing me so tight. Let me help you with that." As he said that he reached down to rub at your clit. It only took a few seconds of that for the knot growing to snap. It was the most pleasure you had ever felt in your life and it had you floating. Yeonjun took this time to feast on the energy you released from your orgasm and it was better than he ever could have imagined. You were so sweet and addictive a sugar rush he never wanted to be rid of. So, he did something that he never had before. He continued fucking into you until he came to his own release.

"That's it, love," he said, "You can take it."

When all was done and you were all cleaned up, he did something else he never had before. He stayed, cuddled up next to you, and fell asleep alongside you. He was going to be the only one to see you like this. He was going to enjoy this sugar rush ride for as long as he possibly could.

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A/N: Welcome to this man makes me ABSOLUTELY FERAL pt. 2. Also, yes, I did have to include all the Sugar Rush Ride references. Sue me. I am not sorry about it. Again, my asks are still open so send some requests in!

[dullgecko]

Fabian’s gonna freak the F out when Sklonda shows them Riz baby pics “What do you mean the ball was ever an actual infant!”

He then explains about how he thought goblins were born fully formed or grown like plants or something (sorry I can’t remember what u said exactly in the ask) and Sklonda seriously and with actual concern ask Fabian if he knows where babies come from and if his parents ever gave him ‘the talk’.

Also I was thinking about baby goblins being irresistibly cute and how not a lot of people having seen them; while as their instincts told them to sklonda and pok did keep Riz mostly safely hidden away as a baby but there were times they had to for whatever reason take him out and Riz even then was a curious little guy constantly poking his head out to see the world out of whatever bundle he was in unlike most shy goblin kits.

Goblins are normally notwell liked by other species so sklonda and pok were pretty sure a baby goblin would receive the same treatment.

To their surprise it was the opposite problem, everyone found baby Riz adorable and often overstepped boundaries and personal space, treating him more like an exotic pet than an actual baby.

This all accumulates one day day when a complete stranger goes to grab and hold Riz but before they can either/both sklonda and pok are hissing and growling calling the person a number goblin swear words as they’ve backed up a safe distance away while shielding an overwhelmed stressed out Riz.

Honestly it’s lucky the stranger was noticed before they could actually touch Riz, otherwise they would have learnt from personal experience how much damage a goblins teeth and claws can actually do.

Xx

"What the fuck, he was an actual infant at some point? I thought they were grown like plants." Fabian muttered, squinting his eye at the array of pictures Sklonda had pulled from the photo album. The statement earning an amused snort from Fig who was also sitting at the table perusing the stack, occasionally snapping photos of the cuter ones to add to her personal collection. The rest of their party had left to go procure some lunch, given that they seemed to be staying there for the whole day while Riz tried to sleep off his fever.

He'd picked one of the photos up to look at it closer, flipping it over to see the date on the back since Riz was clearly eating birthday cake in the photo and making a mental note of it for later. Riz tended to be very cagey with personal details about himself so all they'd managed to work out so far was the month of his birthday, now they could actually nail down a specific day.

He jumped slightly when Sklonda put a concerned hand on his arm after the comment, lowering her voice and patting it in a way that was entirely too sincere for his likeing.

"Aw honey, did.... has no one told you were babies come from? I mean, I know your mom is a bit uhhhh-" She waved a hand near her head to indicate the general vagueness that Halarial tended to exist in "-but i thought you would have found out by now. If you have any questions just let me know okay?"

Fabian sputtered, face going red as he sat up straighter in his chair. "What? No of course I know where babies come from. Evidently not goblin babies but you know... the rest."

He waved his hand towards the window before pushing his chair back and standing, heading over to his schoolbag to dig out a book he'd clearly borrowed from the library. "I asked Riz and he said he was never an infant, and i mean the book corroborated his story so i believed him."

Fabian flipped through a few pages, finding one titled GOBLIN in all capital letters and placing it down on the table. "See, there. It says so right there."

Fig leaned across the table to read what Fabian was pointing at, wincing and lifting up the book so she could read the title on the front page. "Dude this is a monster encyclopedia.... from like, fifty years ago."

"Well, i mean, i couldnt find anything else talking about goblin children. This is the only thing that even mentioned them." Fabian floundered, going even redder when Sklonda laughed as she read through the wildly incorrect information before shutting the book and handing it back.

"Oh honey no. They're made like any other baby, more or less, our anatomy is a little different than humanoids but its still the same process. If you're that curious i'm sure i have a pamphlet around here somewhere." Sklonda had to wipe a tear from her eye from laughing so hard "Though I can understand the confusion. You've probably never even seen a kit before. They're so small we try to keep them indoors or hidden out of sight in public because a random seagull could snatch them up. Or people. Gods Riz was so cute as a toddler people were constantly trying to pick him up."

"I mean we still pick him up all the time." Fig snickered, Fabian having sat back down in his chair with a huff and crossed his arms over his chest to pout.

"Yes I'm aware. It was worse when he was little though. Despite my efforts to keep him hidden he just wanted to run around and look at everything." She dug through the album, finding a picture of Riz perched on top of one of the wooden horses on a spring down at the local park. Pok hovering nervously behind him with his hands outstretched just in case he fell.

"We also used to take him to the library a lot but got banned when one of the other parents in the reading room tried to pick Riz up. Pok made a bit of a mess of the floor when he grabbed their wrist to stop them and we got banned."

[shiranuieditorial]

20 inspirational names for a super summer!

List summary: 新夏、夏向、夏涼、夏艷/夏艶、琉夏、夏樂、夏怡、夏悅、夏嬉、夏歡/夏懽、梨夏、夏梅、夏蓮、莽夏、青夏、勇夏、承夏、平夏、峰夏、and 夏緒！ (Keep reading ’til the end to discover their meanings, readings, pronunciations, guide to etymology and history, and more linguistic knowledge!)

Is it just me or has this summer been unnervingly chilling for us tropical islanders? 🌞🥶

Check out this summer-inspired name bank I’ve been working on for the past 5 months!

Each name was…

→ meticulously hand-picked like exotic cherries 🍒

→ carefully translated to the best of my ability 🉑

→ and then packed with a mini beginner’s guide to 夏 (the Han character/Chinese character for “summer”, used throughout the Sinosphere) 📖

→ which contains its standard readings in many languages: Mandarin Chinese, Dungan Tili, Cantonese, Hakka, Hokkien, Wu, Japanese, Korean, and Vietnamese! 🀄

(If you need info on any other topolect, dialect, or time-specific variant not mentioned here, just ask away! I’ll see what I can do for ya!)

👉🏼 An incredibly versatile character, it’s impossible to run out of given names containing/based on 夏!

The possibilities are endless, and the only limit is our imagination! 💡

👉🏼 If we visit the Wiktionary entry for 夏, we’ll see a whole lot more linguistic variants & historical hypotheses on this ancient grapheme dating back to 2070 BC, and even a reconstruction of its Middle Chinese & Old Chinese pronunciations based on recovered millennia-old scripts! 😱

👇🏼 Comment “Wiktionary” and I’ll send you the link to read further. It’s very interesting to read, whether you’re a curious beginner or a veteran Sinologist.

❓ QOTD 1: Which name stood out to you in particular? 🤔

❓ QOTD 2: Do you know what the difference is between “reading” and “pronunciation”? 🗣️

👇🏼 Also also also, let me know what you think of this list! 📜

Is it interesting enough? Are the tables mathematical enough? Are my font choices weird enough? Have I managed to convince you that I’m secretly an omniscient Taoist immortal from the 16th century BCE here to steal all the trees off your backyards, or should I try harder? If so, what other attempts at floor-length grocery lists should I make to satisfy your most honourable expectations?

Remember—your plants are at stake here! 🧚🏼‍♀️🌲🌳🌴

[twice-inamillion]

Tzuyu's Congratulation Gift 

Smut and a bit of fluff

Chapter 183

(Tzuyu wants to tease her daddy a bit and congratulate him with a nice surprise.)

Feeling the sunlight in your eyes, you slowly open them as you try to wake up. At the same time, you feel a warm sensation in your groin, so you look around with nothing in sight.

It isn't until you get ready to get up that you pull your sheets and see someone's head poking out. "Tzuyu? Is that you?"

The head pops up further, revealing little Tzuyu with your cock in her mouth. She tries to speak but can't seem to understand the gibberish coming out of her, "what? I can't understand what you're saying."

You hear slurping sounds as she releases your cock from her mouth and gasps for air, "G…good morning, Daddy," with saliva running down her mouth. 

"What are you doing in my bed, Tzuyu?" 

"I just wanted to do something nice for you and congratulate you," as she crawls towards you. "Thank you for giving my sister a baby," as she gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

"Why the kiss?"

"Well, that's another one down, right? You just need five more, and it'll make nine." 

"What are you trying to get say?"

"Isn't your plan to get all of us pregnant?"

You're caught off guard by her sudden statement, making you choke up and say, "It's not that I want to; it just turned out that way." 

"Well… you're doing a good job at it. I mean, most of us have accepted the fact you have a breeding kink," as she caresses your arm. "I wouldn't mind if daddy breeds me," as she grabs your arm, slowly using it to trace her belly and down to her lower regions. 

You can feel her toned abs and soft pelvis, eventually reaching toward her squishy little cunt. She grabs your index finger and uses it to trace her lower lips. You feel the wetness coming out of her as you touch her, "you feel that? You feel how wet I am, Daddy?"

She looks at you with such innocent eyes that you can't get through your mind what's actually happening at the moment.

"You know, now that I'm an adult, I have other idols come up to me after your comebacks and ask for my number, but I always so no. I don't want or need any of them when I have my daddy to take care of me." She gets closer to you, feeling her breath on your chest. 

"I know that they want to get to know me because they think I look exotic or because of my body, but I want someone who treats me nice, cares for their family, and is reliable, and that's you. I want you." 

She inserts your finger inside of her, feeling her sloppy insides. You are stopped by a flexible type barrier, "do you feel that? I'm saving myself just for you, Daddy. I really want you inside of me, I want to give my first to you." 

Your heart starts to race as you're getting turned on; Tzuyu comes closer to your ear and whispers, "Someone said that you have a thing for taking a girl's virginity," causing you to get hard. Your cock rubs against Tzuyu's abs, precum leaking and ready for some action. 

"Don't worry, Daddy; you can have me whenever you want," winking at you. "You're not a small girl anymore, right?" Tzuyu nods, "No, I'm a big girl now," she says excitedly. You look down at her tits and say, "Then I should treat you like a big girl then," as you plant your mouth on her tits. 

You take her nipple into your mouth and begin to suck on it aggressively as you stir your finger that is still inside of Tzuyu. She moans as she's getting stimulated from two places at once, "ahhhh… ahhh, don't stop, please. You feel as her walls tighten up, making it harder for your finger to twist and turn. It doesn't take long until she cums from the stimulation of both your sucking and stirring. 

"Daddy, I'm cumming” her fluids gush out, covering your hand in her love juice. You see as she shakes from her orgasm, and hold her tight in your arms.

After some time, she regains her composure, "Thank you, let me make it up to you now." She straddles you, giving you a clear view of her puffy lips. She grabs hold of your cock, using her finger to trace the vein running from the tip to your base. 

You shiver with her soft but cold touch as your cock gets hard once more. She uses both hands to hold your member as she jerks you off slowly. 

"Am I doing it right, Daddy?" 

"Yeah… just like that…" as your breathing gets heavier. 

"I'm going to go faster, okay" and she starts to increase the pace. You watch as precum starts to cover Tzuyu's hands; sloppy sounds cover the whole room as you are both silent this morning. 

Suddenly she starts when she feels your cock throbbing, "You can't come yet," and let's go of your member. 

With your cock standing hard and tall in the air, she says, "wow, it's so big, I don't think I'll be able to fit the whole thing side me," as she grabs it and puts it against her tummy. "Look, daddy, it reaches all the way to bellybutton." 

"You really want Daddy to fuck you, huh." 

"I do; I want to feel what my unnies felt when you had your way with them." 

"I can't break the promise I made with Jihyo, but we can still have some fun," as you grab her tight ass. She grabs your cock, lifts herself, and sits on top of your cock. You see as her puffy lips sink down and hug your shaft with only the tip of your cock showing. 

"Daddy, you're splitting me open; you're so big," as she begins to grind, coating your cock with her love nectar. You grab onto her thick thighs as she slowly rides you.

"Tzuyu, these thighs of yours, I love them." 

Hearing your compliment on her body makes her happy, which results in her pressing her body down and increasing the pace. "Tell me more; what do you like about me?"

These thick thighs of yours, your ass, your hourglass body, your innocence, I like everything about you," giving her a slight smirk. You give her a smack on her thighs, causing it to giggle. 

She laughs and grabs both your hands and places them on her butt, "if you like them so much, grab them harder." Tzuyu increases the pace of her grinding, making you grab her ass. 

"Ahh… ahh… your cock is so big. I can already imagine you fucking me, daddy," as she moans out loud. 

You know that she wasn't like this before, she's been getting advice on how to turn you on from the other members, and it's starting to work. Your cock is loving how her puffy lips are hugging your cock, how it leaves a thick layer of love juice on your shaft. 

Your notice that it's not just you but her as well as she begins to jerk from her orgasm coming. "I'm going to cum; daddy suck on my tits, please." You do as you are told and bring Tzuyu's tits into your mouth, sucking on them immediately. Tzuyu moans out your name and tightens her thighs, and lets her orgasm run wild. 

You feel a gush of liquid soak your shaft and shakes violently, "hold me tight! Fuck…” Letting go of her tits you hold her as tight as possible as she lets her orgasm run its course. 

You can hear Tzuyu's heavy breathing as her shaking subdues, "Thank you for holding me, but now it's your turn. Come for me." 

You turn her over, flat on the bed, and stand right in front of her, grab your throbbing cock, and give it a few jerks. You feel your balls, ready to explode, and ask, "Where do you want me to come?" 

"Please cum in my pussy, put the tip at least, please, daddy," pleading desperately. Her wish is your command as you please your cock right at her entrance and place your cock right on her lips.

A large wave of cum shoots out, covering her pussy in your cum. You press the tip of your cock into her tight cunt just enough to deliver a good amount of cum. Having cum to spare you aim for her thick thighs, abs and eventually her pretty face, spraying her with your white liquid.

The view in front of you is just perfect, Tzuyu covered in your cum, her hair and face completely white. 

"Daddy, you're a bad boy," as she spreads her puffy lips apart, cum flowing out of her and onto the sheets.

You laugh and say, "You mentioned i could do whatever I wanted, so i decided to cover you completely in white."

"That's true, i do look pretty in white. Can you take a picture?" Tzuyu hands you her phone and you take a video and multiple pictures of her covered in your white paint. You hand her phone back to her and looks at it, "omg daddy, you messed up my hair. Now I need to shower before today's schedule!" 

"Good luck getting it out, let me know how it goes." 

"Nope, you're coming with me, Daddy, we're showering together," grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bathroom. 

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club)

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

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Chapter 011: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Movie night is cut short when Billy and Eddie both show up to your door in search of compromise.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

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disclaimers — eddie’s bruised lil face, billy’s bruised face, no one is beating the living daylights out of the other this time. 😵‍💫 just a lot of ✨ fluff ✨ and you guessed it… ANGST , traumatic flashback, max being a mastermind with her plotting & scheming 👀

“My head is saying ‘Fool, forget him!’, my heart is saying ‘Don’t Let Go’…”

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Isabelle Munson is a menace and a half.

It’s obvious that Eddie’s ex wife married him for one thing and one thing only: his money. And, when caught in her web of lies, Isabelle quickly threw him under the bus to cover her trail.

“What, are you trying to take over Hellfire or something?”

It’s no wonder why Eddie freaked out on you like that. The clinginess and need for control over your ‘situationship’ probably set off all the necessary alarms in his head. Even though Eddie probably knew your intentions, he didn’t want to risk the possibility of another Isabelle. After all, she too started as an employee.

POP! Snap! Fizz…

Max pours a can of soda into her ice cold tumbler. She stirs it around before taking a few sips.

"Your boss’s ex wife sounds like a bitch," she comments.

"The biggest bitch," you shake your head. "I’m reading up on all the tea right now."

A paramour for control, Isabelle’s calling to make Hellfire all about her started affecting the work-life balance. So, Eddie sent her to NDA Gentlemen’s Club in order to keep their affairs separate. But then a romantic affair began to brew between Isabelle and Terry, the owner and actual culprit behind the scandal. And of course that opened up another can of worms.

“Why would Isabelle wanna put Eddie behind bars instead of the guy who actually tried to sex traffic her?” Max inquires.

“Terry Hobb was already gonna be arrested,” you discover. “If Eddie went under too, Isabelle would likely be entitled to his assets while he’s locked up. Probably what she wanted all along.”

Framing Eddie for a crime. Something that’s so easy to do in Hawkins.

Like Billy said, Eddie coming from a long line of criminals did NOT help his case. Drug dealer, murderer. Con-man and arsonist. Eddie being someone who trafficked the vulnerable would be easy to believe, especially in a town full of conservative women who were tired of their husbands coming home late — and drenched in glitter.

To bear the Munson name is not exactly a blessing. Even the woman Eddie made a Munson managed to do him dirty.

There’s another kind of wolf that Mom never warned you about: the one dressed in white — the wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“This is all so awful,” you swallow hard, finally planting your phone face down onto the kitchen table.

And now Eddie’s business is in jeopardy again. All thanks to two volatile Hargroves who have no sense of self control.

"Why do I feel like there's something there?"

Max brings you back to earth. When you turn, she’s smirking at you.

“What do you mean?” you ask her.

“Oh come on,” Max rolls her eyes. “You seem really bothered by this. And Eddie beat THE LIVING SHIT out of Billy. Doesn’t seem like he does it for just any employee.”

You feel yourself blushing. Not only that but Eddie never fights anybody, period. He’s always called on Henry to do all the dirty work for him.

But Eddie knew about Billy and how powerless he made you feel. Seeing your abuser meandering so comfortably around his establishment was probably the last straw.

“There…might be something,” you confirm. “It’s hard though. Eddie doesn’t wanna commit.”

“Well after a marriage that traumatizing I wouldn’t either,” Max shrugs. “I’d be deathly afraid of women for the rest of my life.”

She walks over to grab the two bowls of popcorn that you guys heated up for everybody. You two, along with Vicky and Robin, are having a movie night to wind down from all the chaos. Tonight’s choice is Grease.

"Alright kiddos, camp is almost set up!" Robin dances her way into the kitchen. "We ready for some Grease Lightnin'?"

Max swoons as she adds some more key ingredients to her popcorn. "Hell yeah! Love me some Travolta and showtunes."

“What are you doing?” Robin asks, watching your sister douse your shared popcorn bowl with cayenne pepper and lime.

“A lil California spin on mine and Sissy's popcorn,” Max shrugs. “A squeeze of lime and some tajín. Well — cayenne pepper — since we don’t have any."

“That’s outrageous.”

“Wait till you see what we do with street corn,” you gush, dreaming about elote.

“Oh god…” Robin goes pale white.

“No really, Robin! It’s pretty good,” you insist.

“Not that!” Robin shakes her head. She points out the window. “That…”

You turn in the direction that Robin points in, which is outside towards the street.

Billy.

“Billy,” you gasp silently.

Your brother is parked along the curb, climbing out of his rental car with a little pep in his step. You watch as he checks his, relatively bruised, appearance, tugging at his hair and giving his clothes one last pat-down before making his way over.

Concerned footsteps dart their way into the kitchen. Vicky looks just as mortified as Robin.

"Do y'all see this?" Vicky questions.

Everyone nods to validate.

"How does Billy know where we live?!" you demand turning to the only other person here who has his phone number.

Guilt spreads across Max's face. As mortified as you are, you can't blame her. The fucked up parts of yourself would've done the same thing. You and Billy were in dire need of a heart to heart.

"You guys need to talk," Max explains what you're thinking. "I'm not letting him leave without at least a word or two. He agreed to be civil when I texted him."

"Thanks," you mumble. "I would've done the same."

Anyone who didn't fully understand the dynamic would've thought you and Max were crazy. But there is a part of you that will always love Billy.

Billy’s getting closer now. You can hear him clearing his throat from outside.

“So are we going to need the fire department too?” Robin asks, phone readily in hand.

“Most likely,” Vicky shrugs.

“No one’s calling anybody,” you instruct. “At least not yet. Let’s just see what he wants first.”

Billy's at the door now and you have no choice but to answer. You swing it open before he could even get a knock in, knuckle floating in mid-air but slowly drifting back down when he sees you in front of him.

Your big brother. At least by two minutes.

“Sup,” Billy greets you, almost jokingly. He flashes you a peace sign. Hi. I come in peace.

“You look awful.”

“Yeah, mosh pits aren’t really my scene,” he takes a sly jab at Eddie.

He requests entry into your new humble abode to which you deny. Billy backs down without question. So instead you walk out into the porch and close the door behind you.

“Before you press charges,” you preface. “I just want you to know how hardworking, kind, and empathetic Eddie i-”

Billy stops you with a raised hand. “I’m not…pressing charges.”

You’re almost stunned. “You…you’re not?”

“No,” Billy’s eyes are sullen. “I started it.”

“Eddie threw the first punch,” you point out. “If anything all you did was provoke him, which obviously won’t hold up well for him in court-”

“I…” Billy insists. “…started it.”

You don’t question it anymore because you can sense aggression brewing. And you preferred to talk to Billy when he’s calm like this.

Both of you take a seat right on the porch stairs. You can feel Vicky, Robin, and Max staring from inside.

“I deserved it,” Billy shakes his head. “And everything else coming to me for what I’ve done.”

“You don’t deserve it,” you try to convince him — and even yourself — of what you’re saying.

“YOU don’t even believe that,” Billy says, seeing through the bullshit. “Just fucking save it, okay?”

It's not like you can deny it any longer. Billy is the reason why you and Max are in this situation.

“I could’ve killed Max if I had been any more careless,” Billy grieves. “All because, what, she threw a box at me? And punched a hole in the wall because I said shit that made her do it. What I did made me lose everything I had left. Made me lose you guys."

Accountability, that's the first step. You turn away from him, refusing to believe this new change of heart.

"I didn’t honor your wishes to be left alone or at least given a little space..." he continues. "Showed up to your safe space and overstayed my welcome. And it blew up in front of me. Probably shattered my septum too."

"Do you see now?" you choke. "Do you see why we can't live with each other?"

"I'm sure we can, we just gotta change our ways."

"We've been trying to change our ways since Dad and Sue left!" you hiss. "Since Mom died, since the first crack in the glass. We change, but it just evolves into something worse."

Crickets on Billy's end. You can tell he's sitting with the words, no matter how uncomfortable they feel. But that alone is another big step.

You turn to stroke his face. He closes his eyes in dismay, soaking in all the affection radiating off your delicate, trembling hands.

“Look at what we do to each other, Billy," you plead. "It's not like this when we're apart."

Billy opens his eyes. They’re glistening with tears.

You fill him in on the friends you've made in Hawkins. How much your bank account grew. The payments you’ve caught up on since stripping at Hellfire. How you and Max sleep comfortably through the night. After what seems like forever.

Life is beautiful without Billy. As much as you didn’t want that to be true.

Billy finally speaks again. “What happened to us?”

“I don’t know,” you shake your head. “And until we can both get our shit together, we need to stay away from each other.”

And now it’s 1998. You and Billy are four years old, playing tug-o-war over the last chocolate chip cookie in the jar.

CRASH! went the jar when it fell to the floor.

You’re both in trouble now. Or so you thought.

Billy ended up winning this round, scurrying off with the cookie while you attempted to sweep the broken shards of glass away. But knowing Billy had gotten a beating several days prior — it was BAD this time — you decided to take all the blame.

“Say ‘Sorry Daddy’ right now,” your father ordered after three aggressive spanks to your backside.

Bent across his lap, you bite your tongue as he issues two more spanks with his large, calloused hands. It was sure to leave a mark.

“SAY IT,” Dad roared.

But you weren’t sorry. So it came out strained.

“‘m sorry Daddy,” you sniff. “And I’m sorry… Billy.”

The last word wasn’t worth it. It was never worth it.

Your buttcheeks were burning, eyes stinging with salty, resentful tears as Dad continued to use you as an outlet for his rage. When you thought it was over, Dad chucked you off his lap, pulling you by the hair to toss you against the wall like it was some dodgeball game at the Y.

Billy’s eyes watched in horror. Your eyes burned into his as he poked his curious head out from the wall he was hiding behind.

“Doing it for you,” you mouthed to him.

Later that night, your bruised behind hobbled side to side to your shared room after your bedtime routine. To your pleasant surprise, there was something waiting for you on a small plate at the foot of your bed.

The last chocolate chip cookie.

You and Billy never apologized to each other back then. So acts of service like saving each other the last sweet treat made for a good alternative.

Billy walked over to you as you fawned over the last cookie. You turned to him in disbelief.

“I thought you ate it,” you smiled.

“No, I was saving it,” Billy lied. “All for you, Sissy.”

“It used to be us against the world,” Billy recalls. “As cheesy as that shit sounds.”

“But now it’s just...not,” you point out. “We just can’t be in each other’s lives. We gotta love each other from afar, Billy. At least until we can figure out how to be civil with each other.”

Billy doesn’t speak for a while. Instead he takes a look around the neighborhood. The tall trees that decorate the telephone poles. The flat land that perfectly accentuates the edge of the horizon. The fresh air, slightly corrupted with the overpowering scent of Marlboro. It’s no quaint beach town, but there was something about it that screamed “home” in no way San Diego can.

“Are you sure this is something you wanna do?” Billy questions you, referring to your job. “It’s not a safe gig, sis.”

“I can handle it,” you insist. “It’s temporary anyways.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this…” he sighs. “But I’m proud of you… ass and tits out and all.”

“Gee thanks,” you joke as you nudge him. “I’m glad I have your approval.”

After a while, you two finally stand up and make your way inside. Max is reluctant to walk towards Billy when he walks in, but that same invisible cord inclines her to do so anyway.

“You still don’t like me, huh?” Billy infers.

Max crosses her arms. “How can I?”

A timid smile forms across Billy’s face. “But you don’t hate me?”

Max repeats her sentiment. “How can I?”

She runs to him and snakes her arms tightly around his waist and he swings her around. Max giggles like a child when he playfully ruffles her hair.

“Seriously, how can I?” she questions. “I’d really like to take an expert class on how to hate you.”

Billy chuckles. “You need money for school books?”

“No, Sis got me on that.”

“Of course she does,” Billy says, peering over at you. “You’re in good hands.”

You formally introduce your brother to Robin and Vicky but it’s an awkward ordeal. Can't expect your good friends to get along with the person whose choked you out on multiple occasions throughout most of your life. Slapped you around as well. Pulled your hair and tainted your body black and blue. Calls you "bitch" and "slut" wherever he sees fit. But still loves you with everything he's got. And you, him.

Trauma is a weird thing.

Billy didn’t intend to stay for long, so he sees himself out shortly after that.

“Alright, I’ll text you when I leave,” Billy announces. “Call me. Please. If you two need anything.”

“Okay,” you smile. “We’ll be sure to answer this time too whenever you call.”

Billy gives you a half-assed salute as he swings the door open. He nearly shifts himself backwards when an unexpected surprise greets him at the door.

Eddie.

Standing 5-foot-10 with a face full of contusions and cat-like scratches is your boss. Eddie cringes when he sees Billy, eliciting a similar reaction from your brother the moment they register each other.

The silence is deafening.

There’s an urge to pick up where they left off, but both men refrain from doing so for your sake. Billy stomps off, shaking his head without meeting Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie turns to you. Waits until Billy is out of earshot to speak.

“You’re right about your brother being a douche."

You laugh. Eddie gives you that puppy dog pout with his chocolate brown eyes. You want to forget about him so bad. You want to let him go. But your heart is yearning for more.

“Do you still hate me?”

“Kinda,” you shrug. “But less so by the minute.”

“I deserved that.”

You can’t help it anymore. Eddie tries his best not to wince when you fall into him, wrapping your arm around his waist and burying your head in his chest.

He rubs your back gently before ruffling your hair. Then he plants a gentle kiss onto your forehead. It launches you into squeezing him tighter.

“You okay?” he mumbles.

You nod into his chest and he strokes your hair, allowing you all the time you need to let you guard down.

“How long is he staying in town?”

“Forgot to ask,” you answer him honestly. “Probably not for long.”

“You should board up your windows just in case,” Eddie says half-jokingly. “Install a few more locks. Probably a few cameras.”

You tsk. “Okay, I don’t think I need to get that carried away.”

“Fine,” Eddie shrugs. “Of course I can always stay the night too.”

His fingers dance up the small of your back, causing you to inhale sharply out of arousal.

“Protect you a lil more…” he continues.

“Yeah I don’t think so, Munson,” Robin clears her throat, knowingly interrupting the sappy moment you’re sharing. “Movie night is for the girls only.”

“You know I can always leave it to you to cock-block, Buckley,” Eddie laughs. It’s a reminiscent one. “Thought your silhouette looked familiar at Hellfire.”

Your eyes dart between them both.

“You guys know each other?!”

“We all went to school together,” Vicky explains, coming back into sight as well. “The three of us were all in the same band class at one point.”

“Until ‘Dungeons’ over here thought he was too cool for us,” Robin adds. “And started his own band.”

“I was always a lil eccentric, wasn’t I?” Eddie winks. “Thanks for remembering. Though Corroded Coffin is all a distant memory now.”

“So that means you guys went to school with Steve too?” you direct your question towards Robin and Vicky.

Vicky raises an eyebrow. “Steve? Like… Steve Steve? Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington?”

“You know King Steve?” Robin scoffs, completely baffled. She crosses her arms in amusement.

“Oh she knows King Steve,” Eddie smirks. “Knows him real well.”

“Jealous much?” you quip.

“I plead the fifth,” Eddie mutters.

“And I plead that we all know less and less about each other,” Max sighs. You almost forget that she’s there. “If you’ll excuse me.”

The girlfriends follow Max back into their room to continue with movie night. Now you’re left alone again with Eddie.

You stare up at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Just a couple ruffled feathers, I’ll be fine,” he dismisses your concern.

"You've got a great deal of damage control to do when we go back.”

“Eh,” Eddie shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time my business was in trouble.”

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“And for as long as you’re along for the ride? This probably won’t be my last.”

“Swinging at my estranged family members, my hero my hero,” you joke, finding yourself leaning into him further.

And then you kiss him. It's your first advance in a while that Eddie doesn't shy away from. He kisses you back, with an ignited passion that surpasses even the electricity from Saturday in his van. It's an aching, and a longing.

His lips interlace ever so comfortably with yours. He's missed you so. And you missed him too. Even when you were being irrationally jealous over Nina.

“Gettin’ me in so much trouble, Hargrove,” Eddie grazes your back as he slowly pulls away.

And your eyes can’t help but trail down to his hands. Knuckles bloody, fingers absent of any rings for once, tan lines on all but one special finger.

“Did you love Isabelle?”

Eddie stares at you like you’re insane.

"Of course I did,” he insists. “She was my wife. There were some warning signs that she was after my money though, but I was too stubborn to believe it was true.”

You nod.

"But now you know," Eddie grins in exhaustion. “Now you know why I’m guarded. Because like you, even Isabelle looked like a dream”. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as he mumbles, “Too good to be true.”

Your heart shatters for him.

“You need to start saying what’s really on your mind,” you say to him. “Speaking up, asking for help. I’m tired of watching you fight battles alone.”

“Then don’t look,” Eddie jokes. One second later and he’s back to being serious. “It’s pretty hard to trust people when they prove to you time and time again why you shouldn’t.”

He steals some popcorn from your bowl, tossing it up into the air. It successfully lands in his mouth.

“Besides. I’ve come this far without anyone, but Wayne’s, help. And I turned out fine.”

You glare at him.

“Couple scrapes and bruises,” he continues, alluding to his scuffle with Billy. “But I’m fine.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Eddie offers you a look.

“What, you think I’m bluffing?”

“No,” the pitch in your voice heightens. “I just think…a healed person would let a little love in.”

Then those sad doe eyes meet you again, the kind of gaze that would cause anyone to go weak in the knees. You swallow hard.

“Please be patient with me,” Eddie mumbles. “I’m really trying.”

“I know you are,” you rub his arm. “We don’t have to rush into anything.”

You both lean into each other again, the need to have and be with each other a palpable energy between your torsos. You beam up at him as you run your fingers down his hair.

“I am ready for something though,” Eddie proposes. “I’d like to keep whatever this is going.”

“I’d like that too,” you heart begins to flutter.

You picture yourself grocery shopping at Meijer with Eddie. He’d push for you to buy desserts, but you’d remind him that he needs veggies in his life. You see yourselves going to the pumpkin patch as autumn approaches and taking goofy Polaroids by the scarecrows. And it’s like he’s already in front of you on Christmas, his tongue poking out slightly — like it always does when he’s deeply focused on something — as he fixates on making his gingerbread house a gingerbread home. And when the ball drops on New Year’s Eve, he is going to be your kiss, dipping you like the one sailor did with the nurse in that one iconic picture of the world war being over. And then you two would recreate that same pose when you take him back home to experience a San Diego summer.

A romance for the books.

“Just…sex and quickies all the time!” Eddie speaks, instantly yanking you out of your daydream. “Smoking together…asking each other about our day…cuddling, in the nude…”

Suddenly, Eddie’s cock-blocked himself with his fantasy that he revealed to you. The familiar tinge in your chest returns again.

“Oh…hooking up is what you meant,” you nod.

“Duh, what else?”

You swallow hard again. So now you know what this is all about. You know now what he really saw when he looked at you.

“So… just purely sex. I gotcha.”

“Whoa, don’t put it like that,” Eddie grimaces. “It sounds bad. We’ll get to the titles eventually, I just gotta dip my toes in first.”

“I don’t want you dipping any of you in anything,” you glare at him with disgust. “Sorry but for a while I thought you liked me for me.”

“I do, Shy Girl,” Eddie insists. “I’m just not ready for titles yet. We literally just got done talking about that.”

“Oh, but you wanna keep me around as a fuck doll, that’s it?”

“Don’t act like you don’t have needs yourself…” he protests.

“Yeah and Steve is meeting those needs,” you hiss. “The reason I’m bouncing between you guys is because Steve is my fuck buddy, but I’m willing to let him go if you want to be exclusive with me. Which I don’t get why you won’t call it exclusive if that’s theoretically the case.”

But should’ve known Eddie only saw you as a booty call. You two hang out at nighttime, flirt, and touch each other too often for that to not be a case. And, of course, when something else catches his eyes, Eddie moves on and simply pays you no mind.

“I thought you saw this going somewhere,” you scoff as you cross your arms. “Beyond a mattress and the back of your van.”

“I thought I saw this going somewhere too,” Eddie shrugs bitterly. “But now that you mention it, someone who is always questioning my intentions without letting me explain myself doesn’t deserve the title anyways.”

Could Eddie stomp on your heart any more?

Did he just expect you to wait around for him? Did he expect you to run around with ‘Reserved For Eddie’ while he decided how much of himself to give you on whatever day? None of it is fair. But Eddie doesn’t play fair. He just calls the shots, as always.

And to think the two of you would come to any sort of compromise tonight.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Hargr-”

“Good…night… Eddie.”

“The power you’re supplying… it’s electrifying.”

Defeated, you end up excusing yourself from the rest of movie night and lugging yourself to your room. Max is in the room too, a huge surprise considering John Travolta was metaphorically a room over.

“Oh she is cuuute,” Max raves.

She’s talking about the red lingerie set from Nocturna, you realize when you drag your feet into your room.

“Thanks,” you shrug sheepishly, taking the set back from jet. “Eddie bought it for me to wear actually.”

You take the set in your hands and smooth it out just a little. It’s such a pretty set. Now it’s just collecting dust, a shame because you loved how amazing you looked and felt in it.

“Why don’t you wear it to Hellfire?” Max suggests. “I’m sure Henry would love it if you did for his dance in a couple days.”

“You want me to wear it for Henry?” you scoff. “That’s a no. Eddie doesn’t wanna see me wearing that specific set for anyone else but him.”

“Hmmm,” Max thinks. “We’re talking about the same Eddie. Right? Eddie ‘Non-Committal’ Munson?”

You smirk. She smirks. Your sister is a genius.

If Eddie truly doesn’t want to commit to you and make you his, then there is no need for you to commit to him either.

And the DEVIL WOMAN set is clearly no exception. There’s no need for a hot outfit like that to go to waste.

“I’m picking up what you’re putting down…” you grin, a rather wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing grin.

Max rubs her evil little fingers together. “Figured you might.”

“TELL ME ABOUT IT!” you two hear Robin and Vicky yell from their room. “STUD!”

And ‘You’re The One That I Want’ starts blaring through the speakers.

Its a shame that you and Max were missing your favorite part of the entire movie. But you two have your own revenge plot in the works.

And you, you’ve got your own dance number to practice. A dance for the One that you want. In this case, it’s Henry.

“You better shape up because I need a man. And my heart is set on you.”

Oh Eddie…

Let the mental gymnastics begin.

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author's note: when eddie goes low, shy girl goes lower…. do you guys think eddie will be mad seeing shy girl dancing for henry in the red set he bought her? 🤔😈

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so following on from this post

more solangelo as parents!

Nico’s job would literally just be doing stuff for Hades. He doesn’t really get payed in the conventional way, but he has access to all Hades’ riches so they live a comfy life.

Will becomes a doctor. I don’t think he went to college or university, mostly because it didn’t appeal to him and the idea of learning something he’d been doing from a very young age felt belittling. Instead, he convinced Chiron to forge him some papers and with a bit of mist manipulation, he got straight into doctor training at a hospital or however that works (foundation program or something?).

They have twins, because I love twins. A girl named Bianca and a boy named Michael-Lee (shut up i think it rolls of the tongue).

ML (i’m not writing the whole name everytime) is trans so he wasn’t always called this, but he wanted a name that was important to his parents and he wanted them to name him so that’s what he ended up with. He loves it, he says it feels like a pop star stage name.

Nico definitely cooks the food, his signature dish is pasta. He makes it from scratch because he says the store packages are disgusting and processed junk.

Will is the one who kisses their injuries and tucks them into bed at night (although Nico obviously says goodnight and love you’s too).

I feel like they both deal with the nightmares but most of the time, it’s Will because Nico is harder to wake up. He sings them lullabies and has actually started to appreciate his voice a lot more because of this. However, Nico can be found sometimes cuddling one or both of the twins close, wiping their tears and even sometimes singing Italian lullabies that he vaguely remembers from his childhood.

I feel like Nico plays rough with them, things like violent pillow fights followed by lots of exhilarated screams and giggles. He’s never too rough though, and he’s never hurt them. He can easily tell when to stop and when it’s time to calm down and take a break.

Nico is the soft touch, he acts like he isn’t but he is. He’ll say snarky things and talk to the twins like they’re adults from a very young age (in a funny way, not a weird way lmao) but he can’t handle seeing them upset or crying. Both of them are very spoiled and any shopping trips with Nico end with them coming back, hands full of toy boxes and faces stretched into beaming smiles.

Will is the more tough parent, but honestly he’s a silly too. He may know how to discipline them when he has to, but he also jokes with them and geeks out over their favourite films and shows with them.

Apollo loves that they have twins, and often compares them to him and Artemis (mostly because Bianca has dark, auburn hair and ML is a blond).

I feel like they live in a white, picket fence area but none of their neighbors like them. They painted the white fence a soft yellow and have a giant pride flag wafting on the front. There’s exotic, brightly coloured plants everywhere and the only reason they live is prayers to Persephone and the fact the goddess herself sometimes visits.

Persephone has basically claimed those kids as her grankids, she loves coming over to play with them and loves that she can without breaking any stupid divine laws.

Hades acts unbothered but he’s been caught smiling softly at the twins or even simply at Nico and Will being disgustingly domestic. His Christmas gifts are always huge and the first thing the twins open.

They tried to take one of those professional family photos when the twins were toddlers; it didn’t go so well. Nico is blinking, Bianca is screaming, Will’s face is basically a blur and ML is growling at the camera but the glint in his eyes says he finds himself hilarious. The photo is hung up above the fireplace.

They join their names which means ML’s name is a mouthful. Michael-Lee Di Angelo-Solace. He probably has a middle name too, although i’m not sure what. Maybe Lester, for the jokes?