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aajjks · 9 months ago

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Mommy Issues (IV)

synopsis. They wanted you, they needed you.

pairing. yandere!single dad!jungkook x fem!reader.

warnings. yändêrê bêhãvïöür, 0 tö ä 100 rêäl quïck, ängst, jk ïs kïnda än äss ïn thïs, mänïpülätïön, dëprëssïon, mëntïöns of vïöliêncè.

note. hello y’all. 😳 umm it’s surely been a while… but here’s another update, enjoy! and please share your feedback and thoughts! also send in asks for mi characters as well. AND PLZ DONT FORGET ABOUT MI KOO.

series masterlist.

taglist: @mageprincess7 @bids97 @saltandsugaa @minshookie29 @oppa-agust-d @sugarvenomlit @jinat8mydumplings82 @bloombaekhyun @peach-olic @multifandombishthatlovekth @vcutvante @minshookie29 @douknowbts @xjiminsthighsx @knjkitten @bruisedscrewedandtattooed @koocreampie @kooksmataec @monijeon @swaneffects @dragons-flare @dragonjimin @illnevertrustmyselfagain @itsjust2am @vicki1031 @burnahtsw @fjssk @jamacaicanxbarbie [will tag more people later!]

Jungkook regrets saying that out loud because now you’re gonna think that he’s a creep, or definitely a weirdo. You’re staring at him completely caught off guard and he doesn’t blame you.

But before he can overthink and let his anxiety take over, because of how creeped out you must be at his remark, why did he even say that out loud it was unnecessary… you give him a small smile, and all of his nerves immediately calm down. The effect that you have on him… he’s so in love with you.

“U-Uh I’m so sorry how inappropriate of me… yeah, I remember not in the school, right.. Ms yn I’m so sorry.” Jungkook looks down in his lap, but all he sees is Jeon Seol staring back at his father, with a confused look in his Bambi eyes, even though there’s no no one left except for him, you and his son he still feels really bad because you must feel really uncomfortable.

“Well..” you clear your throat, “I don’t think there’s anything in particular that I need to tell you about the progress of his studies because he’s doing good in them but behavior wise,” your smile, fades a little and you’re all serious now, he notices every inch of your expression.

You look concerned.

“you don’t have to worry about Seol getting lost in the school the assistant teacher will take care of him because there is something that I need to discuss with you about him in private.”

Jungkook looks at you with confusion, because what possibly could you be telling him that you need Seol out of the room for?

“I-Is everything all right?” Jungkook stutters out, his nerves are back once again. You don’t say anything and that just scares me one more because what did his five year old do for you to be so serious? But jungkook has got your hint and he whispers something in his son’s ear before Seol runs off.

You sigh before saying, “Mr. jeon.. I’m a little concerned.”

“On Thursday, Seol punched a student because he said I loved him more than Seol.” You cross your arms across your chest. Your demeanor has completely shifted and you look so serious.

Damn, you look really hot- he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t even listen to what you’re saying that is until the word punched settles in his brain.

“what? W-What?” he’s so confused right now. Jungkook cannot believe that his five-year-old punched someone. “Uhh what?” Dumbfounded he asks you once again.

“Yes… the child was even bleeding…” you shake your head, “as his teacher, I feel like I failed him because he wasn’t an aggressive violent child..” Jungkook doesn’t like the way you get a little sad.

No, it’s not your fault.

“Mr Jeon.. he’s a little possessive… for a five-year-old I don’t think that’s healthy… I mean I love him with all my heart I love all my students, but.. it seems like he wants me to only love him.”

Jungkook wants to scoff. And what is so wrong with that? Yeah he shouldn’t have punched the kid, but the kid must’ve instigated him. But he decides to keep his expressions neutral.

“Is everything all right? you’re his parent and I think it’s my responsibility to let you know everything about him.” The way you speak is so tender, so professional and gentle, but he feels a little pissed off.

You have left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“A-Are you saying that you don’t love him? Or that he’s got a problem?” His could you- can’t you see you’re breaking jungkooks heart right now?

“If only he had a mother…” he sighs, sadly.

Jungkook nods, coughing so he can clear his throat, he doesn’t want to come off as mean, but.. he cannot help it anymore.

“I understand… I think that my son has misunderstood you.” He begins, as he gets closer to your face. “he has confused your role in his life, I’m so sorry for that, but the truth is that he sees you as his mother-rather than a teacher and..” he takes a breath, “you’re not his mother. You’re just his teacher.” He barely manages to resist Make sure that his tone is appropriate.

And you’re speechless.

He immediately sees a change in your expressions and your mouth is a little wide when you hear him say that. “ I’ll make sure that he understands that and he will never do it again I am so sorry.” Jungkook smiles, Before he leans back in the chair.

“I’ll even apologize to the boys parents.” Jungkook just wants to get away from you now, first his father and now you.

This is the worst day ever.

And tomorrow he has to meet his father. Someone kill him.

“can I go now? Also, please could you tell me the boys name?” He is not speaking to you with a smile. As you tell him the boys name and his parents names, he can tell that you’re almost about to cry, for some reason.

That’s how he feels right now too. Maybe you’re not what he thought you were. You will never understand him or his son.

“Well Ms L/N have a good day.” he chooses to address you with your last name as compared to your first… jungkook doesn’t know why he’s feeling so bitter right now, but he feels like you’ve crushed his heart.

He just made him feel like his son has a problem and that you don’t love him. He almost feels a sense of betrayal.

He can just sulk in the car so he gets up before bowing to you, as his son’s teacher, he has to show you some respect, and he picks up Seol’s bag that was on the floor before he ran off, and he’s out of the room.

What a heavy heart, and a heavy conscious.

It’s about time that jungkook lets his son know that you’re not his mother. You’ll never be. You’ll never understand them. Truth is that you’ll never want them and need them like they do.

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faithst · 1 year ago

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WIPING ZB1’s KISSES OFF

pairing zb1 (ot8) x gn!reader

genre fluff

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

he thought he wasn't giving enough affection ☹️

so he gave you a kiss !

and then you wiped it off and he was like ‘🤨’

didn't ask though cause he assumed you unconsciously did that

so he placed another on your forehead 😗

and you wiped it off.. again.

didn't say much to that either and just left you alone 😃😃

he thought he was annoying you 😭

“well.. i’ll be over here if you need my kisses”

— sung hanbin

he always kisses you 🤭

it's a part of his daily routine

so when you wiped off his morning kiss

he was devastated 😰

how was he gonna start his day off good now???

instantly grabs your hands and asks you what's wrong

kisses your knuckles 😳

you didn't say anything and he's already apologizing (even if he didn't do anything)

“whatever i did, i’m sorry.. forgive me?” ☹️

— seok matthew

whenever he arrives home, he kisses you

why? cause he knows you miss him 😙

so when he came home today already puckering his lips

he saw you on your sofa, on your phone so he placed a soft kiss on your cheek 💋

and you wiped it off

"did you miss m- what was that for?"

already pouty 🫢

sits right next to you with crossed arms and a pout

but then you reveal to him that it was a joke and kiss him

he instantly melts 🫠

“unnecessary but you’re cute so it’s okay!”

— shen ricky

ricky isn’t the type to usually give kisses randomly yk

so when it does happen, you take full advantage 👍

but this time, you just wiped it off

he’s slowly blinking, trying to process wtf just happened 😐

“um.. okay?”

he has no idea what to do cause usually he’s the one that makes you flustered

now he’s the one thats flustered 😃

he looked so cute that you just had to give in and pepper him w kisses 🥰

“oh thank god! i thought i lost my rizz!” 😨

— park gunwook

doesn’t have a specific time when he kisses you

he just does ykyk

he’s loves kissing you and absolutely adores your reactions to his kisses 😊

so when you wiped one of them off, his whole world shut down 😔

his life flashed before his eyes

he thinks you’re gonna break up w him ☹️

so he prepares a whole long ass speech on why you should stay in his mind

he just stands there, fiddling with his fingers 🧍

he looks so sad and you couldn’t do that to him

“wait.. how did i fall for that?!”

en garde flashbacks 😭😭

— kim taerae

he’s the type of guy that when he sees you, he gives a kiss 🤭

so he gives them quite often

you just came back from work and taerae instantly goes up to you

boops your nose and places a kiss on it 😚

when you wipe it off, he just gets confused

he’s like: no, you’re not leaving without my kisses!

cups your cheeks and proceeds to kiss your entire face 🫠

you had to force him to stop

“hey! where are you going?? i’m not done!” 😓

— kim gyuvin

while he might be one to touch your face and poke your cheeks alot

i don’t think he kisses them often 😦

so when he does and you wipe it off

he’s FLABBERGASTED 😧

like how dare you wipe off his precious kiss 😤

“two can play that game”

gives you the silent treatment

you sit next to him? he moves to another place

you text him? leaves you on read

it wasn’t until you hugged him and apologised profusely 🙏

instantly melts into your hug and kisses your forehead 🤗

“ill let you off just this once” 🫡

— kim jiwoong

will kiss you at any place and at any time 🫣

he knows you love them so he does it very very very often

when you wipe it off, he doesn’t say anything 😐

just kisses you again

and you wipe it off.. again

“did i do something?” 🙁

genuinely thinks he hurt you

won’t let you go until he knows you’re fine

you say that you are fine and that it was a joke

he doesn’t believe you 😭😭

then he asks for permission to kiss you, it’s cute

“im sorry if i did anything to hurt you, can i kiss you?” 🥰

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suzukiblu · 4 months ago

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For @themacedon, 😳😳😳 and “the Core Four gangs up on Kon’s objectification kink”.

Cassie bites her own tongue, and tightens her grip on Kon’s face a little more.

“You’re the one cleaning it up after this, right?” she asks Bart absently, who takes a quarter of a second longer than usual to slow back down into mostly-objective time and answer–so he was busy coming, probably–and gives her a skeptical look. His face is flushed and sweaty and his hair’s a windblown mess, and she takes a moment to admire the look, but doesn’t dwell on it. Kon’s the star of the show tonight, obviously.

Bart and Tim know that too, since neither of them stops fucking either his ass or his mouth in favor of the conversation. Tim she’s sure won’t be lasting much longer, for obvious reasons, and Bart’ll equally obviously go at least a few more rounds, though she wonders what’s going to be the thing to push Kon over the edge.

“I said so, didn’t I?” Bart says. “Why, you wanna do it? I don’t know if you know how to do it right, I don’t want you to leave it all gross or anything.”

“I wouldn’t,” Cassie huffs, and rocks her hips down a little harder onto Kon’s cock. “That wasn’t the point anyway, I was just gonna say you should pretty it up a little for next time.”

“‘Next time’?” Tim echoes, rolling her nipples between his fingertips again and then squeezing her breasts briefly. She bites her lip and rocks her hips down hard. He has the most callouses of any of them–Kon doesn’t have any at all, and Bart’s don’t last, and hers only exist because she’s done a whole lot of Amazonian-level weapons training.

“I just think it’d pretty up nice,” she says reasonably, tilting her head a little as she inspects Kon’s face. Mostly what she’s seeing is his wet and well-fucked mouth and his bared throat and the come and drool all over it, but she catches a glimpse of his unfocused eyes, and his lashes that haven’t even flickered. She wonders what Kon’ll do if any come drips into them, because it looks like some might be about to. Will he flinch? Will he divert it with his TTK so he doesn’t have to move? Will he–

The dripping trail of come she was looking at slides down into one of Kon’s eyes. And over one of Kon’s eyes.

His lashes don’t even flutter.

. . . that’s definitely not a thing she ever thought about as being a Kryptonian thing.

Fuck. Just–fuck.

#core four #young just us #cassie sandsmark #bart allen #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #wonder girl #dc robin #dc impulse #superboy #young justice #themacedon #wip: the core four gangs up on kon's objectification kink

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beaker1636 · 1 year ago

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E is For Exhibitionism - Chris

A/N: so this one I got a bit into so it has a bonus scene and also I’ve noticed face sitting is clearly winning for F so that’s what y’all are gonna get for F 😳😳

“Looks like you two had fun last night,” Chris teases Ricky and Naomi when they both walked into his house to help set everything up for the dinner the entire band decided to have together, all of them and their girlfriends are close so they thought it would be nice to have a gathering where everyone could just relax and hang out.. And Chris being the one with the pool and big backyard agreed, figuring that everyone could just swim and hang out for awhile, maybe have a bonfire when it got dark.

“Yeah we gave up and decided to make the most out of it because we’d be stuck without for a week,” Rick says, Naomi blushing red next to him. She may be open with her boyfriend but she still gets embarrassed talking to others about their personal activities.

“Yeah, hey speaking of I have yours for the night, I will be nice and give it to you before everyone arrives. So yeah, E is for Exhibitionism… to pass I have to be aware of it to know you two are actually doing it,” Ricky says, giving Chris a look saying that he knows something that Mia and Naomi are not aware of.

“Easy enough, so we can fuck with eachother under a blanket or something as long as one of us gets off? Not that different than fucking around on the bus,” Chris shrugs with a laugh, if Rick was trying to fluster him then he would have to try a lot harder than that.

“Wait, you have broken the bus rule?” Vinny asks as he walks up with Carlotta, catching the tail end of the conversation. “Please tell me that it wasn’t on the couch.” He says with a shudder.

“Where the fuck else would it have been as lanky as Chris is they wouldn’t fit on the bus,” Naomi said, giving Vinny side eye from his clearly stupid comment.

“Like that day I walked in on you two,” Rick teased, making you and Chris blush lightly at how the guitarist didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that he had walked in on it before.

Everyone had shown up finally so you led all the girls upstairs so that you could change into your bathing suits, ready to relax in the pool together… and also just so you can talk away from the boys.

“So are any of you as uncomfortable with this game thing as I am?” Lottie asks, glancing around the room. “I mean I should assume they all talk about shit together but it’s weird knowing they are.”

“Ehh, doesn’t bother me much honestly but Chris and I are pretty open about things and have tried way more than we probably should have,” you answer, turning your back so you could slip your top off and slide your bathing suit top on. “But I can understand why it would make you a bit uncomfortable, you’re easily the shy one out of all of us.”

“I’m not shy, I just don’t like sharing things like that, I never have been. I mean it is kind of fun because it’ll make us change things up,” Lottie responds.

“I agree though that it is a little weird, like I can understand why it would make you uncomfortable. I think all of us would have felt the same way when we were still new to our relationships with the guys. Unfortunately when you are with a guy who spends 75 percent of his time living on a bus you just have to accept that they’re going to all know more than you’d probably like,” Ariana says. “But I’ve been with Ryan so long that it doesn’t weird me out that much that he talks to them about these things.”

“No it weirds me out a little bit too,” Vanessa adds. “I’m still so weirded out that Chris walked in the other day.”

By this point all of you had changed and were now just finding different spots to sit around in the bedroom that you led them to while you talk.

“Lottie gets lucky and Vin is just as quiet about those things so other than him telling Rick it was great he didn’t share anything… but ya’ll can’t tell me that none of you have some hopes of things that you will get from your letters. That you don’t have shit you want to try but are scared to actually try,” Naomi says, sending Lottie a shy smirk.

“First of all my name is Carlotta to all of you, Vin is the only one I am fine with calling me that. And second, just because you know that I appreciate when he is rough despite the fact he rarely is doesn’t mean you need to bring it up,” Carlotta says, embarrassed and trying to hide her red face in her hands.

“Dude we land on T and I won’t lie I am hoping we get a threesome because it would be fun to try once,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders when they all glance at you.

“I mean there are some things that could be fun but I didn’t look when all our letters would fall,” Ariana says, sending you a look.

“Are you all ready or are you going to keep talking about awful things,” Ryan yells through the closed door with a laugh, knowing that you all are likely talking about the game as well.

Ariana opens the door rolling her eyes and gives him a quick kiss before going down the stairs to head out back, everyone following. You notice Carlotta stayed back and slipped a shirt on over her swimsuit, it might not mean much to many people but you know how easy it is to be uncomfortable in your skin and decide to hang back by her so that you could talk to her quickly.

“Hey, you know that none of us are judging you right? Like we genuinely don’t think you need to hide your body or anything just because you aren’t as slim as the rest of us right?” You ask her, wanting to help her feel a bit more comfortable. “Honestly I’m jealous, you have curves to die for and you are hiding them.”

“I just… I don’t like showing myself is all. I still get shy with Vinny about it and we’ve been together awhile now,” Carlotta answers glancing down, avoiding your eyes as the two of you slowly join everyone else.

“Well just so you know, you have no reason to hide it because you are hot. If I were you I’d want to show it off,” you respond back, smiling at her when she blushes at your words.

Honestly, you feel like you are the “mom” of this friend group, like you have to be there for everyone, but you love being that way. You love being able to help your friends with things and that all of them are comfortable coming to you about things. Carlotta is the newest addition to the group and you know that she struggles to feel like she fits in with everyone at times so you try to make sure that she gets included in things.

You smile to yourself when you see Vinny walks up and wraps his hands around her waist, saying something in her ear that makes her smile.

Eventually everyone is in the pool except for Ryan and Chris who are currently grilling dinner while the rest of you are lounging around and talking, you happy to see that people are also making sure that Carlotta is a part of everything right now.

When dinner gets done you all find spots around outside to eat before getting back in the pool, now everyone is swimming around a bit more and enjoying themselves now that they have a full stomach from the food.

Chris sneaks up behind you, resting his hands on your waist as he bends around to kiss your cheek. You lean back into his touch, you love that he is always really close to you when possible, even if it is just little touches like these.

“What are you thinking Mia?” he asks you softly as you both stand there in the pool, watching everyone messing around with each other, laughing and having fun.

“How nice this is, that I love our fucked up little family that we have made over the years. It makes me happy seeing everyone happy,” you say softly, turning to face him with a smile.

“This is nice, I’m glad we are one of those groups that enjoy being around each other, that I know we will always be around to help when it is needed.” he responds, bending down and giving you a quick kiss.

Without warning it suddenly started to downpour on all of you, Chris laughing when everyone hurried to get out, grab their towels and head inside. All of you caught off guard at the sudden change in weather.

“Why don’t we switch gears, I can put a movie on in the living room if any of you still wanted to hang out for awhile,” Chris suggests when you all are gathered in the kitchen after changing out of your clothing.

Everyone agreed except for Carlotta and Vin, they were going to head out because she has to work early in the morning. You make sure to pull her into a hug before they leave to thank her for coming.

When you sit down on one of your couches next to Chris he pulls a blanket around the two of you as the movie starts, you moving to lean your head on his shoulder while one of his hands rests on your thigh.

Maybe twenty minutes later you notice that his hand is beginning to move upwards, slowly leaving teasing touches along your bare thigh, easily slipping his hand in the waistband of your lounge shorts that you have on so he could rub your bareskin.

When you look up at him questioning silently what he was doing he turns his head, moving to whisper in your ear.

“Our letter from Rick was Exhibinationism, he is the only one who has a clue what we are doing. Make sure you don’t clue anyone in to what I am doing to you,” he whispers softly before turning to watch the movie again, acting like everything was completely normal right now but knowing that it is not.

You shift slightly when you feel him begin to rub you slightly through your panties, you would be lying if you said that this wasn’t turning you on, trying to not get caught while he messes with you… but fuck it would be so awkward if you did get caught right now.

Slipping your panties to the side he trails two fingers from your opening to your clit, circling it slowly and smirking slightly when he can feel how wet you are, getting slightly turned on himself at the fact that you are currently a mess. Sliding two fingers in you he moves them slightly, trying not to move enough that anyone can tell what he is currently doing to you under the blanket.

You hear him say something but your brain doesn’t register what is being said exactly as you are focused on not showing how turned on you are right now, focused on not letting any sounds out as he continues to move lightly, teasing you and not giving you enough of what you need.

Shifting again to try and give him a little more room to work with gets you the reward of him moving a little faster, his thumb starting to toy with your clit as he continues to finger you under the blanket, you moving to cover your mouth when a quiet moan slips out of your lips, you letting out a sigh after you look around and realize that nobody has noticed.

“Good girl, if you keep quiet I’ll let you finish,” Chris whispers in your ear, you know that his words have you blushing, you can feel the heat in your face and thank god that everyone is focused on the movie.

He shifts again, this time curling his fingers in a way that he knows allows him to hit your g-spot, smirking when he sees the look on your face change as you try so hard to hold it back, he is loving the fact that only he and Rick knows what is going on, knowing his friend is aware of what he is doing and that with only his hand he can get you this needy.

One last thrust of his fingers is all it takes before you finish on his hand, covering your face with one of yours as you try so hard not to clue anyone in on what is going on as you come down from the high that Chris just gave you, that only Chris is capable of giving you… and the fact that nobody is aware turns you on even more.

When you come back to your senses you realize the movie is almost over, so you decide to turn towards Chris and this time it is your turn to tease him as you whisper in his ear, “You are so going to get it when everyone leaves.”

When the movie is over and the rest of your friends leave you giggle when Chris wraps his arms around you the second the door is shut and begins carrying you up towards your shared bedroom knowing a long night is ahead of you.

Bonus Scene

You giggle when Chris throws you on your shared bed, quickly settling over the top of you with a hand on your throat while the other holds him over the top of you.

“You 're feeling bold saying I am going to get it when everyone leaves… we both know who is in charge here. I think I may need to remind you,” he says lowly, his hand now applying some pressure to your throat as you begin to shift underneath him.

“Then do it,” you challenge when he lets go, knowing if you egg him on that it really will get him going, get the aggressive side out that you love the most. When he moves and grabs your hand to make you stand up you get a little excited, knowing that he's either going to bend you over or he is going to force you to your knees to suck his cock and you are perfectly fine with either option.

“Should I be nice and fuck you like I know you want? Or should I be mean and make you suck me, you did already get to finish once so maybe it should be my turn?” He taunts, watching your face as you process his words.

You just get down on your knees, moving to slide his zipper down so you can remove his pants and boxers before you pull him out and being to stroke his hard length while you wait for him to decide what he wants.

“Fuck, such an eager whore tonight are we? Did getting off knowing you could get caught turn you on?” He asks you as he gathers your hair into one hand into a makeshift ponytail while he moves you so that you are face to face with his cock.

You open your mouth, tongue out, just like you know he likes you to be before you get to suck him. When he gives you the nod, that it is okay for you to take him in your mouth you do, bobbing your head as you take more and more of him until you take all of him. He holds you down for a moment, enjoying the tears that start to stream down your face as your throat constricts around him.

“You always look so pretty when your makeup runs down your face,” he groans, letting you finally move back before he begins rocking his hips, starting to build up some momentum before he full on begins to fuck your throat. Loving the pretty sounds that you make while you take him so good, doing your best to please him as he takes what he needs from you without restraint.

He pulls your hair, forcing you off of him with a pop while he lets out a groan, clearly close to his end at this point.

“Hands and knees for me, you did so good with my cock in your mouth I think you earned a reward, such a good girl,” he groans as he helps you up and pushes you down on the bed, sliding your panties off and sliding into you without warning as he pushes your face into the bed.

“Fuck, this is how you like me right? You like it when I treat you like a whore?” He grunts out as he begins slamming his hips into your ass as he takes you, hard and fast, knowing that both of you will fall over the edge quickly.

“Yes, god yes,” you groan out at his words, feeling that familiar knot forming in your stomach as you get close.

“Play with yourself baby, I need you to cum for me before I do, please?” He begs, grabbing one of your hands and leading it between your thighs, urging you to rub your own clit while he pounds into you.

You do as he asked, gasping when you are almost there, one particular hard thrust throwing you over the edge as you let go, clenching around Chris, him letting out a groan as he cums inside of you, slowing down before finally pulling out.

“I love watching my cum come back out of you after, I don’t know why but it’s hot,” he admits with a chuckle before he moves, grabbing one of the random towels left on your floor from earlier when you and the girls came inside and changed so he could help clean you up.

“You did really good baby, you took me so well and kept yourself together so good downstairs,” he praised, pulling you into his chest when you stood up to get your pajamas back on.

“Maybe next time we will do something more risky,” he teases before he lays in bed, grabbing your arm to pull you into bed with him.

“Yeah no, but I have an idea for the next letter, I feel like Carlotta needs a confidence boost and it is something that I don’t think she would ever go for if we don’t basically make them,” you say softly, both of you discussing that and then switching the tv on to one of your shows as you lay there together.

#motionless in white #vinny mauro #motionless in white imagine #fanfiction #bree sucks at fanfiction #chris motionless #ricky olson #ryan sitkowski #justin morrow #ricky horror #Chris motionless smut

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identitheoret · 2 years ago

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My Thoughts on the Story/Lore of “Ashes of Memory: Part 1”

(I might make this into a video if I have time btw)

Hey guys, IdentiTheoret here! :)

I’m not really sure what else I need to say here before I just jump right into my thoughts on Ashes of Memory. I think this Tumblr thing will actually work super well with what I’m aiming for here, but I’m still kinda new to it, so if you guys have any tips for me there I’d love to hear them. And my DM’s are also completely open, so you guys can ask me directly about literally anything you like or need help figuring out, lore related or whatever else you wanna talk about or say to me.

Anyways I guess I’ll just get right on into my thoughts now.

First of all, I had like no idea they were going this hog wild with changing up everything in terms of how the system works. I wasn’t keeping up a whole lot with the update prior outside of the one major teaser, so when I hopped on after maintenance and saw everything they changed I was kinda stunned.

I won’t be going with any particular order of events, rather I’ll try to go through each particular topic with all the details in mind from the beginning to end of Chapter 1.

Alice DeRoss (Reporter)

When I first saw her in the teaser I was like “Eh, not sure how to feel about her, it’s a little jarring seeing her like this.” And I didn’t even look back over it again to analyze because of the stuff I mentioned in my update video that was draining my energy. Although even then, I thought the idea of following adult Alice was absolutely dope.

But then I played the new story and got an actual good look and feel for this version of Alice and—OH MY GOD SHE IS SO FREAKING PRETTY LIKE AAAAAAH I CAN’T 😳🫠

Seriously they did such a good job with these new designs. And they kinda had to because they were gonna have far more normal designs outside of just Orpheus. I’m not going to go into any detail about my opinions there though, I’ll save that for a separate post soon after this one. I’m just looking at the story and lore right now.

So when it comes to everything leading up to her visiting the manor, they don’t really show off anything too odd. After her separation from Orpheus when they were kids, Alice suffered great social trauma/isolation, which we knew a bit about already with certain letters. But what we didn’t get to see was what happened after she left the orphanage. I was assuming maybe her trauma was going to mess her up in the long term, and if it didn’t I assumed she was going to lose her memories entirely or something because it seemed like things were just that intense during her time in the orphanage. But no, she has a fairly decent memory of her past by the looks of it. However, just like Orpheus in Time of Reunion, we are told she has little memory of the actual events of the manor tragedy, and in general some of her memories are a bit hazy. Not to mention the fact that she doesn’t find anything to be odd about Orpheus when she meets him in the manor.

Yeah, she hadn’t seen him since they were super young, but as we’ve seen before, the nickname of “Orpheus,” was a major detail of the two’s past friendship, because it represented their bonding experiences of making up stories and playing characters. The Orpheus nickname catching on and eventually being the name young Alice used for him exclusively was meant to show how close they were. But by the looks of it, she doesn’t remember the nickname at all.

And sure, it doesn’t mean she should immediately be like “ 😱 Oh mah gah that’s the same name it must be him ☝️🤓 .” However, this detail doesn’t even strike her as odd in any way. This could just be nothing, and she just decided to pay no mind to it, but when it comes to Identity V writing, these things are usually pointed out afterwards at the very least with a little “Huh, [Insert Minor Detail] is pretty odd” sorta thing. It happens a lot.

Outside of that, there’s not a whole lot she’s gotten involved in yet. I mean, it is only Chapter 1, so it makes sense. BUT, I do still have one thing to mention about her.

After you complete Chapter 1, you’re given the S-Tier Costume “Moment of Leisure.” And well, I mean, just look at it.

(Yes I am aware of the fact that one is a dress and the other is sleepwear but like, c’mon)

It’s possible that both the adult and child characters we always see together are probably BOTH meant to be Alice. There was really no reason for them to include this costume otherwise. Although, we do see in both the cinematics and in summaries by Orpheus that the older woman was a mother to the girl, and that she died a “horrific death.” Of course, the mother thing would make sense to conclude from Orpheus’s perspective so we can pretty much ignore that, but what about the death and it’s importance to the “Little Girl” after that? How would that fit into any of this?

Well, I have somewhat of an idea to propose for that, and for quick context I need to bring up two simple details: First, the character lineup was likely intentionally different from what we were expecting with Melly/Norton to draw attention to how the timeline’s gonna work out, since we know the Melly/Norton/Orpheus game was the last one Orpheus participated in before the amnesia and all that. And second, most of Alice’s personality and character in general is centered around her persistence and vigilance, literally stating word by word that in the face of her past traumas and mysteries, she needed to “Face it, and it’ll all be over.” This wording about it being “over” also specifically draws attention to the idea of moving on after facing the issue instead of just facing it persistently and learning to live with it or something like that.

So, with that all in mind, this is my early theory for how I think this is all gonna go. Either:

Alice will find the answers she needs to understand the missing bits of her past so she can come to terms with it, and she moves on while Orpheus stays in his ways. And maybe after Alice finds out who Orpheus really is, and she realizes he is actively choosing not to face his own traumas and is beyond persuasion, she escapes the manor and leaves him behind because she simply has to move on. The depictions, both written and seen, of her “horrible death” would be based in Orpheus’s (subjective, rather than objective) view of her facing her issues head on and suffering through the worst of it before she finally is able to overcome her sorrow. To her, she would be getting through the worst of it to finally rid herself of the prolonged pain she’s felt for so long. But to Orpheus, that short phase of pain needed to overcome his trauma seemed far too horrible of a thing to be worth suffering through. Thematically speaking, this would definitely make sense (and because the depictions of the “mother” and girl are clearly not literal or direct about their meaning at face value). All the depictions of young Alice trying to guide Orpheus are things he put into his own head from a deep regret for not listening to her and a desire to have her take the lead for him once more because he doesn’t feel like he can rely on himself to change. But these feelings are still hidden under his repetitive denial, and that’s why it’s something he doesn’t know he’s aware of yet.

Alice dies during the game, either because she wants to try and save Orpheus from himself and fails, and/or because Orpheus starts to believe he can do it but hesitates and gets her killed in the process. This would make sense because most of the themes in Orpheus’s story center around his inability to stay firm in what he needs to do with his trauma, and to not look back with doubt based on what he’s done before. And this would also tie perfectly to the Orpheus myth of him turning to Eurydice with doubt and dooming her to the Underworld, leading him to a life of sorrow and regret in the land of the living. Since this is, well, Identity V, I am pretty certain that this aspect of the myth is intentionally tied into Orpheus’s theme of traumatic repetition and him constantly choosing not to look forwards. This persists in most of the elements of his story, especially with the major details such as the “Don’t Look Back” line that comes up a whole lot when you think about it. So assuming that to be the case, and also assuming that Alice dies, we can conclude that she becomes a spirit in the form of her past younger self as she embodies that wholly innocent part of her life, and maybe just to make herself easier to recognize to Orpheus I guess…? The reason why she’d stay in the form of a child is harder to explain here than it is in the other point. It’d make sense why the child version would be there when accompanied by the older version because it was so long after Orpheus saw Alice that he separates his view of her into his memories of what he thought she was like and what she is now in front of him. That also explains why he tries to see her in the exact same dress as the younger version of her, because at the core the two versions are still the same person.

Those are just my initial thoughts at the moment. I may build onto these conclusions more later on after giving it more thought or when we see more of the next chapter. I guess I’ll leave my thoughts there for now though and move on.

“Orpheus” DeRoss (Novelist)

Well, there’s not much to say for him really. Same’s gonna go for the other two as well for the most part because of how early we are into this, but I do want to point out the way he interacts with everyone. It sometimes may give off a vibe like he knows way more than he lets on, but I don’t think that’s the case. I think the depiction here is still accurate/still will be accurate going forward with the explanation given in Time of Reunion about him having his memory wiped over and over. I don’t think he is actually aware of anything behind the manor in this state. The way he pushes certain details and questions towards others, like the point about betrayal directed at Melly about her insects, and the other point about Mary’s French heritage with Fredrick, seem to just be derived from his intrigue for drama stemming from his interest in writing. He likes a good mystery and finding little things out. We even see him do this with Alice herself in the cutscene after Chapter 1, where he asks her to play the piano for him in exchange for some information on his new book. Besides that, not much needs to be said here.

Fredrick Kreiburg (Composer)

Okay, imma just be real here, I am COMPLETELY lost when it comes to this guy. I was really confused when it was revealed that he was going to be one of the four main characters of this thing, because the guys literally just came out not that long before and we didn’t even get like any buildup for him in the lore before his release. And when it comes to his connections to the racecourse with Mary, like yeah I’m completely clueless. But that actually has nothing to do with the Mary thing though, because I was well aware from the start that there was the theory that Mary wasn’t the actual Mary Antoinette but rather a noblewoman of some sort (based on bday letters if you’re confused). And I knew it was probably true, and was most likely gonna be important later on, but I still was just like “Nah I don’t care right now I’ll just wait on that one.” And now it’s already introduced but I’m still confused about like, why?

I will say one thing though, all the details surrounding that weird Mary subplot, such as the “was it a suicide or a murder?” mystery that’s almost treated like a legend, and the way the death is presented generally, and how the backlash against the racecourse afterwards is completely directed towards one man in particular, and how everyone just kinda goes like “🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️ Uh idek why she did that 🤷🤷‍♂️,” it all gives off MAJOR Atropos Ropes vibes and it’s definitely intentional. Not sure how to feel about that just yet, but that’s mostly because of my big lack of understanding about anything Mary/Kreiburg related.

Not only that, but look at the way they describe the legend of the past owners of the manor and the mysterious death of the male owner’s female lover before the closure of the course and selling of their manor before some seemingly random dude who is clearly a descendant (Fredrick) suddenly shows up upon invitation from the new owners, and he is is heavily associated with a certain art expression and deals with social pressures.

Like, dude. That’s literally the plot of Lone Moon from T&I. The husband is the Knight, Mary is the princess, and Fredrick is Narcissus.

(+ We have already gotten thematic connections between Lone Moon and Atropos Ropes in terms of the themes of repetition and supposed fate, but we also have literal connections through the Amethyst Duchess, linking Narcissus to Bella (aka, you know, Mary)).

And also, I think the way they use the racecourse specifically of all things leads me to believe that there must be a connection to COA 4. And no, it has nothing to do with the horse imagery in that story, because that was directly linked to Cavalier and his Don Quixote inspirations (but if you wanna get refreshed on that go watch my COA Lore vid). The reason why they did horses here and not cars is simply because, well, rich people shit.

The thing that really makes me certain about this, outside of the obvious specificity, is once again that reoccurring theme of repetition and mistakes from those who came before. It’s present in Atropos Ropes, it’s present in Lone Moon, and it’s definitely present in COA 4, because that story is entirely based around that concept. And all of these have strong connections to either the manor’s history or the DeRoss family, which I highly doubt is a coincidence based on the theories about the DeRosses I’ve been making for the past while.

Melly Plinius (Entomologist)

Not much to say about her either. She’s got that same weird personality that we’d expect from her, and talks about the betrayal thing in a very weird way with connecting it to bugs. But the most important thing I can really point out so far about her is how she has little to no importance of any kind to the events going on regarding the manor and the Kreiburg racetrack. I think this has something to do with what the devs want us to notice about how this timeline works, since Norton hasn’t appeared yet. So I’m guessing Fredrick either dies or just leaves and is replaced by Norton sometime in the story. Knowing how weird some of the other diary stories were written, I’m sure Fredrick just gets like a little bit deep into how he may be involved with the racetrack and the Baron as a result of that, gets uncomfortable and goes like “Nah no thanks” and just kinda bails. I’m not even kidding, I could see that happening tbh.

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Well, anyways, that’s all I have to say for now. Like I said before, I’m already planning another post sometime soon, and I’m also thinking about making this post into an actual video as well, but I’m not sure which will come first. Thanks for reading, I’ll see you guys again soon💖💖💖

#identity v #idv #idv lore #identityv #ashes of memory #truth and inference #alice deross

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aphroditelovesu · 9 months ago

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Part 1 of my thoughts:

In the first sentence alone I can tell you have a large knowledge of words, the use of “agitated” “pulsating” and “incessantly” reminds me of when I use to have to look up words to try and replace smaller more common words. The language you use in all of your writings (and I have read MANY of them) always makes yours stories so captivating. The story of king Nebuchadnezzar II and his wife is so cute! Him having an entire building made because she was homesick and he wanted to make her happy is so sweet! They’re really setting the standards high. I love how detailed you got when describing the hanging gardens too, I actually don’t know much about the hanging gardens and it was very interesting to learn a bit about the water system. The introduction of Darius made me know something crazy was going to happen. The relationship between Darius and Bessus is so entertaining. Darius calling Bessus detestable and Bessus clearly getting amusement from Darius’s stress really shows that they’re family, it just gives such sibling vibes in a way. Our introduction to Darius! I love getting praise from people who haven’t even met us❤️. Darius being so hesitant to kidnap us makes me think that he’s probably gonna have a somewhat civil maybe even nice relationship with us. Maybe he’ll kind of take us under his wing since we’re pregnant and a useful hostage. Also Darius telling Bessus not to hurt us was so hpwnwid and you adding “lethal” in there as a way to really make him sound serious was BRILLIANT! Darius calling his servant(I think it was a servant but it could have been a soldier or someone else sorry) to use him to calm down is so fun because we know Roman’s were not straight, especially when men had to go off for war. I really like how sympathetic you made us seem for the women but also not in a way that was stupid. We feel bad and wish it didn’t have to be like this but we also know what it’s the Roman age and certain things are inevitable BUT we also are willing to use the power that we have over Alexander (even if it isn’t much right now and if we aren’t even very aware of it) to help fellow women. You really make us seem like a relatable and genuinely good hearted person, we aren’t too good to where it’s unrealistic but also not bad to where we are a villain(tbh I haven’t seen anything so far that suggest we are or will be a bad person. Unless you count our whole situation with Perdicass I guess but to me that was just more unfortunate and sad) I LOVE the part where Sisygambis mistakes Hephaestion as the king and Hephaestion is just like 😳. I’m glad Alexander didn’t get upset, shows he has some humor and patience. I wonder what he meant when he said Hephaestion was also Alexander? Again I love the way we are introduced. This is our first time reading our girl being presented as queen and clearly Alexander isn’t shy about us which I love. I wonder if we told the women it wasn’t necessary to bow because we still feel like how we did in the other world? Maybe not physically and even a little mentally but mostly we still feel like a regular person and haven’t completely processed the fact that we have status now. I enjoyed her saying that though It really reminds me of shows where when someone gets a lot of power all of a sudden (like in reign for example) and their friends try to bow but they don’t let them because they want to be treated normal and as if they aren’t better than everybody by someone. We’ve hit the pregnancy arc! I can’t wait to read about not only ours but Alexander and the generals reactions to the news once it is confirmed. I feel sad for my girl that Perdicass is distancing himself from us. I understand why to be honest. It sounds like one of those situations where one person just can’t handle seeing the other being happy without them or really just seeing them at all while knowing they can’t be together. Us not willing to risk getting closer to Perdicass because we might be pregnant just reminded me that Alexander is going to get married to other women (obviously we will still be his favorite/#1)

I always look for new words, both in English and Portuguese, when writing so I don't repeat words so much. This was a tip I received from a teacher years ago. I'm glad you noticed that! :)

I love the story of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon! Even though there are no records that it actually existed, I find the story fascinating and wanted to share it with you! And talk a little about its engineering, why not? 🥰

Darius and Bessus have a complicated relationship. I kind of based it on what I have with one of my sisters, but we love each other. It will be explored further, especially Darius' future interactions with our girl! And yes, he will be kinder to her and treat her well. Not only is she a powerful hostage but she is pregnant and Darius doesn't want to hurt her.

Yes! Unfortunately that was the reality and although we can't change it, our girl can try to do something. This interaction between Hephaestion and Sisygambis is one of my favorite moments in the story! And the best thing is knowing that it really happened! It shows a fun side to Alexander and the extent of his relationship with Hephaestion.

Alexander is proud to show off his Queen and will do so to anyone if he gets the chance. She is still a normal girl, a Queen, but she still has her origins within her and finds it strange to have people bowing down to her.

Her relationship with Perdiccas has really changed, but maybe things will get better. Or maybe not... 👀

#ask #❤️

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thatpunkmaximoff · 2 years ago

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[Book 1 of 2]

Storyline: 5/5 Smut: 10/5 (though the spice is mostly the trigger warning i supplied in the tags)

I'm warning you right now, if 'rape' is one of your triggers, this book is definitely NOT for you. Every sexual scene in this book should be considered rape, but I think the thing that keeps everyone from absolutely hating this book is that Adeline questions herself after every time they're together. She's obviously attracted to her stalker, and she gets off on being scared. Zade sees this about Adeline and continues to pursue her because he knows she likes it.

In the end, when her best friend catches them the morning after an insane sex scene (seriously, I won't be looking at the backseat of a vehicle the same ever again), Adeline confesses that her morals aren't what they should be, and she's only fought Zade every step of the way because she felt like she had to (or something along those lines). She tries to justify that Zade is the bad guy because he stalked her and society taught us that we shouldn't like it (we really shouldn't, but it's a book so...).

The book ends on a major cliffhanger, so be warned lol.

Now enjoy my ramblings as I read the book down below:

Okay so, everyone kept saying “poor Adeline” as if she wasn’t a little off her rocker as well. Girl is a little.. nutty, right?

You know what, I’d be grateful to the creepy ass knock on the front door if it meant I didn’t have to fuck Greyson either. Fuck that dude and his shitty attitude and lame ass stroke game.

Intruder left a rose on the kitchen island. No thank you. I’ll be sleeping somewhere else from now on.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, little mouse.” — Stalker - 1 Adeline - 0 Me as a reader - stoked as can be 😂

So these letters at the end of each chapter are Gigi’s? Gigi who apparently wants to bone her stalker? The same Gigi who was apparently murdered? This book has me anxious, man lol.

You know what, I’m assuming Z is Zade, and if it is.. good for him. He can do no wrong after he just rescued all these little girls.

Oh fuck. He has her phone number and just texted her. I’m so excited lmao

Damn. So Adeline was getting it in with Arch and they got cockblocked by her stalker. Then when she went to search for Arch, all she found was a bloody rose. Holy hell. I’m hooked.

Oh shit. Arch is a bad guy?! And our stalker just might have saved Adeline a lot of trouble. But now we gotta look out for Arch’s family who will be pissed when they realize their brother is missing or dead.

Damn. Z isn’t fucking around, huh? Arch is a dead man.

Well he did warn her about the hands 😂

How the fuck did this dude get past her security system..?

And the audacity of him!? How dare he smirk when he knows Adeline is watching him. Dude is cocky as fuck.

Damn, Gigi. You boinked your stalker. Kudos to you, great-gran.

Adeline, how the fuck you gonna confront your stalker without taking the knife with you 😂

Hold on.. does Daya work for Adeline’s stalker and just not know it?!!! They’re in the same business 🤷🏻‍♀️

So Adeline’s really being haunted? I thought she just had a stalker lmao. I’m so nervous now.

That gun scene 😳

I- I’m speechless. Sort of. Wow.

Oh shit. Now Max is back on the scene and thinks Adeline has something to do with Arch’s murder/missing status.

Stop texting your stalker back! Jesus Christ. Lmao. “You’ll look pretty after I stab you.” — yeah, way to rile him up, Adeline.

“I’ll be seeing you tonight, little mouse.” “From outside my house, and preferably in a cop’s handcuffs.” “You don’t need a cop to get me in handcuffs, baby. I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” — see it’s shit like this that endears us to red flags lmao

Holy fucking shit. He really- with the rope while she was sleeping and- *sighs* Why did I enjoy that?!

Well at least Daya didn’t really judge Adeline for riding her stalker’s face.

His name is Zade. Fucking finally!

Oh no. Creepy pedophile Mark has set his sights on Adeline. Fuck me, man. Girl can’t catch a break.

Also, I have a feeling Frank murdered Gigi. It was definitely her husband’s friend who did it. Or someone they knew. Not her stalker.

So Adeline knows what Zade does for a living. And of course, her feelings toward it and him are all over the place.

Holy shit. That movie theater scene 🥵

Zade teaching Adeline self defense lol

If this creepy fucking doll-like actor prevents Zade from killing these pedophiles, I’m gonna be pissed.

“Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.” — holy fucking hell.

Holy hell. The House of Mirrors.. y’all were not fucking lying lmao.

Sibby is a little nutcase. I love her.

Fuck. Adeline’s been marked by this creepy as fuck Society. I have a bad feeling.

That car scene during the thunderstorm. Holy shit. The spice is.. spicin’ 🥵

Holy shit. Where did these pictures and letter come from all of a sudden? And the bloody watch? I fuckin’ knew Frank had something to do with it.

Sade’s at a dinner party from hell 😰

Wait, what? Who set the trap for Zade?!?!

And fucking Max sent his thugs after Adeline?!

You can’t end a story like that!!! FUCK!

#cat and mouse duet #haunting adeline #adeline #zade #book review #trigger warning #tw: rape #booktok review

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ruminate88 · 2 months ago

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Being praised and disrespected too:

09:09:24 1:49pm

I dealt with 3 men in my past whom I believe was toxic… Dated 2 of them. The last one I was talking to, Andrew, praised me a lot! (Especially when I first met him) it was nothing but “you’re so beautiful”, “you’re so sweet”, “you’re so cute”. He had a “nickname” for me too and it was “cutie” 😳😳😳 he called me that for a whole summer!!!! Every morning just about, I would wake up to a text that read, “Good morning cutie 😘” ugh 😩 I did NOT understand it and thought maybe he was flirting/liked me but wasn’t sure. He wouldn’t ask me out AND I don’t even remember our first day of meeting AT ALL 😳

After the summer ends and fall begins, we started a relationship and NOW my new nickname is “babe”. He never once called me by my real name… but he would totally ignore me as if I don’t exist but when he did pay me attention, it was always “oh wow you’re so beautiful” and “you’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever met” 😝❤️‍🩹 Constant praise and I ate it up so much. I didn’t feel comfortable with how he would ignore me but then act like everything was great between us.

When he love bombed me the month of January, it was constant communication, love, support and praise. He expressed his “need for me” but yet still kept so much of his life in the dark from me. I was VERY confused and torn. I felt sooooo close to him and yet I’m on egg shells afraid to say anything to scare him off. I was so high during the love bomb phase. I went to the gym regularly, I ate healthy, I felt on cloud 9 with him!!! I thought NOTHING could stop Andrew and I. I sadly believed we had fallen in love and that we were gonna spend our lives together. It was the most magical and crazy time of my life!! I couldn’t stand to be away from him…

BUT ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO AN END 😝😝😝😝 One night we’re talking dirty and he takes it too far. He says something really gross and disgusting he wants to do to me. (He had never talked like this before) AND I was like “uh, no. How dare you!!!!!” I actually gave him the cold shoulder for once and explained that I believed what he wanted to do was very gross and a huge turn off for me. He then apologized and told me he promises he won’t do that to me ever… I forgive him and hoped that went away but come v-day, I felt a shift in our relationship!!! I felt he pulled back from me and I couldn’t stop it from happening. It seems that me standing up for myself, made him feel the need to push me away and be cold with me…. 😳🥺💔

Over the next few months was hot and cold treatment. One minute it’s “hey babe 😘” and the next minute it’s total neglect 😓💔 I NEVER knew who I was getting either. Was I getting warm and affectionate Andrew or was I getting cold and absent Andrew??? Both sucked. The affectionate Andrew was amazing but I KNEW it never lasted and always resulted in him ignoring me again 😓 I also felt there were other girls involved based on his Facebook photos and the way he was absent so much. He HAD to be cheating!!!

After we broke up, he continued to be dirty with me and praise how beautiful I am and how sweet I am BUT says he only wants “friendship” yet still wants to see my nudes and would continue the hot and cold treatment. I felt at some point it was a fun game for him and I began to feel the weight of him breaking my heart 💔💔💔

I say all of this to say I understand now how much he saw my “value” and wanted to tare it down!!! I did not see my value or respect myself. He knew this and disrespected me time and time again. Sad but I’ve had to forgive myself for letting him treat me like a toy to play with. I really thought I loved him and I’m sad it was so easy for him to use me. It happens and you learn from it. Healing and forgiving has taken me way longer than I ever expected but I’ve had a lot of setbacks and stumbling blocks in my way too. ONE DAY AT A TIME you slowly get over it all ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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brummiereader · 1 month ago

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@emotionalcadaver...

I AM SO SCARED FOR LUCY 😭!

This chapter was absolutely incredible once again, but fuck...Lucy 😥. Every single part of me was simultaneously trying to figure out a way for her to escape that slithering snake. But I lost hope with her when she realised she couldn't get out of it and Luca cracked that whip 😭.

Ok, now as much as I love Tommy going stark raving mad 😈😌...my heart broke for him in the first scene when he tries to settke his worries and distract himself.

He could feel the very beginning thrums of panic starting to build in his veins. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t here, and no one else knew where she was. She hadn’t called… I can absolutely relate with Tommy here. I'm a worrier when people don't turn up at the time they say they're going to. Just like Tommy I start to think all sorts of things. The thing I loved most about this scene is, how true to Tommy's character this is. When it's someone he loves, his mind starts to betray him and he spirals. And unfortunately, this time, he is right to panic 😬.

If Lizzie had done fucking anything to her…😳, the fact that he even thought this is telling. Even he himself believes that Lizzie has taken things too, and that she's been completely unhinged when it comes to the dynamics between them. I hate to say it, but if this would have been the case, I don't think Tommy would have thought twice about killing Lizzie, even with her being pregnant with his child. It would be out of pure unstoppable rage. But thankfully it's not the case *phew.

And seated in the chair was Luca Changretta. “Hello, Miss. Winters.” the image of this will haunt me forever. You did an amazing job at describing not only the smells and sounds of where Lucy's being kept hidden but the sinister presence of her captor. It honestly sent a shiver down my spine when he greeted her 😬.

She felt her face fall without her permission. I loved this little line because Lucy does such a good job at hiding what's going on inside, but this time she let it slip. The subject of Lizzie, is still a sensitive subject. Luca hit a nerve, and it showed.

Luca grinned, expression gleeful. “I know. I want him to.” He reached out, and cupped the side of her face with one huge hand that carried with it the promise of endless pain and violence. “I want him to see what’s left of you once I’m done.” the bastard 😡!! And when he does find him, he'll rip him apart with his bare hands. Gahh, my heart is aching for panicked Tommy right now. There's no way he's gonna settle until he finds her. I can just imagine him tearing Birmingham apart like a relentless madman. Killing anyone that'll get in his way.

If Tommy would just do what he’s supposed to and fucking marry me… urghh Lizzie stop! I'm glad she realised what she was doing in the moment, though. But she really needs to get it into his head that there's nothing Tommy's "supposed" to do. They live in Birmingham for fuck sake, not some posh upper part of London 🤦🏼‍♀️. Even back then people would have a string of fatherless kids in the rough parts of cities 😬.

I'm so relieved she's heading straight to the betting shop to tell everyone. I wasn't sure she would. I appreciate the fact she has come to the realisation that Lucy has always been kind and fair to her. They really could be great friends if she would let her sentiments for Tommy go. But her jealousy always gets in the way 😩.

I honestly wanted to scream during the next scene with Luca playing out his punishment. You managed to stir so much anger in me with how he paraded about, teasing her with what he was going to do her. If I could have reached into my phone to strangle him, I would've have.

The worst think about this scene for me was, Lucy was completely helpless. Since I've started reading your series, I've never seen Lucy in a position she can't get herself out of. She always has the upper hand, skillfully taking out her opponents one by one. But here, there's nothing she can do. And it hurts to read 😭.

One blow is sufficient to strike off the skin, and draw blood where the knots dig in. this Is horrific. Are these also the whips some Christian men use to inflict pain on themselves to suffer like Jesus did? Because if so, the meaning of it feels even deeper with Lucy's stance on religion 😬. He's so disgusting the way he brushed his hand down her back, mentioning her already scarred body 😡. Please let me kill him?!

Just a few hours. If she could hang on for just a few more hours, then surely… The whip cracked, and Lucy screamed. My heart was thumping in my chest by the end of this line 😳! I couldn't be further of the edge of my seat with this chapter. PLEASE somebody come save her! I'm so scared how much torture she's gonna endure before Tommy or a peaky gets to her. And fuck, when Tommy does... he'll just about lose it seeing what Lucas done!

Incredible chapter! I really can't wait to see what happens in the next part, and Tommy's reaction when he learns that Luca does indeed have her 😬.

Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Lucy and Luca get better acquainted.

Word Count: 4,586

Notes: Warnings for depictions of torture, blood, pregnancy, use of a slur, and references to past sexual assault.

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Chapter 21: Deep in the Dark

Tommy frowned, reaching into his pocket. He pulled from it his watch, checking the time again, the furrow in his brow only deepening.

Lucy had promised that she would be back before lunch. And it was well past lunchtime, now. Glancing out the window he was standing in front of, he glowered at the lowering sun, as if that would somehow persuade it to ease back up higher into the sky.

He hadn’t thought too much of it, when Lucy didn’t show up right on the dot of noon. It was possible that one of her errands had run long and set her behind, or that the talk with Lizzie had taken more time than she’d expected. And then he’d gone and gotten distracted by a meeting, and a particularly panicked phone call from the manager at one of his factories, and had to talk through with Arthur their plans for security at the boxing ring, and before he knew it, a few hours had passed by. And still no Lucy.

His fingers shifted anxiously against the cigarette he was holding. If she were running this late, surely she would have called him.

Maybe she was around, and he’d just gotten so lost in his own head that he hadn’t noticed. It was unlikely–he doubted that there was much that could cause him to ignore Lucy–but it was possible.

He wandered out of his office and over to Michael’s, which Ada had commandeered since his injury. She was sitting at the desk, making notes in a diary when he poked his head in.

“Ada, is Lucy around?”

“No, I don’t think so. I haven’t seen her since this morning.”

He could feel the very beginning thrums of panic starting to build in his veins. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t here, and no one else knew where she was. She hadn’t called…

His first thought was that it was the Changrettas. Luca had gotten ahold of her, somehow. Snatched her up off the side of the road or in a deserted alley. Slit her throat or shot her through the heart, or gutted her, or–

“Tom?” Ada asked. He didn’t say anything, just rounded on his heel and marched back to his office. How? How could Changretta get a hold of her? All the places she’d needed to go to for her errands were in the heart of Small Heath. No way that Luca or his men could get to her there.

But Lizzie’s house was closer to the outskirts of their territory. He hadn’t been happy about it, but she’d insisted on that particular home, and she wasn’t a primary target of the vendetta, so he’d finally agreed.

Closing the door, he went to his desk and snatched up the phone, dialing the number for Lizzie’s house. He had been avoiding Lizzie, that was true, shameful as it might’ve been. He just couldn’t deal with her and all…that right now. After the vendetta was done, he would worry about how exactly he was going to handle her and the baby. Or, if things went badly for them, he would be dead, and none of it would matter anyway.

Frankly, after her little fit over his refusal to break up with Lucy, Lizzie was the last woman in the world who he wanted to talk to. But if it was for Lucy, he would happily brave a conversation with her.

It was possible that Lizzie was the last person to see Lucy alive. Hell, Lucy might still even be over there. Or had just left, and was on her way back to him at that very moment.

His fingers flexed on the receiver as he listened to it ring, jaw clenching, closing his eyes against mental images of Lucy laying dead in a ditch, dead in the gutter, dead in a field…

Another thought entered his head, and his eyes snapped open, jaw tightening so ferociously it was a wonder he didn’t damage any of his teeth.

If Lizzie had done fucking anything to her…

He knew that Lucy was feeling guilty. That she thought it was her fault. That she was keeping him away from a real life with Lizzie. It was a topic he’d been trying to figure out in his head how to best approach with her. How to make her understand that he didn’t want to be with Lizzie. Not now; probably not ever.

If Lizzie had found and pricked on that nerve, if she had been cruel enough about it, if she had told Lucy that she needed to leave, would Lucy listen to her?

He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat at the idea of Lucy slipping quietly back into their home, tearfully packing a small suitcase, and whisking away to the train station, leaving nothing but a note addressed to him in her delicate, loopy handwriting.

Tommy blinked hard, trying to shake the vision away, even as just the idea of it was enough to break his heart.

The phone kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing.

∗ ∗ ∗

Lucy woke up to her shoulders aching, a dull throbbing in her right temple. Eyes remaining closed, she lazily rolled her neck from side to side, wincing at the way it popped and increased the pain in her head. Slowly, foggy memories of Luca’s backhand, of her head cracking against the doorframe, of taking a boot to the face, all came back to her in an unfocused haze.

She was captured, then. Not dead. At least not yet.

Ears straining, she could pick up little more than the sound of water dripping somewhere, and what might have been the creak of a rope. A distinctively damp scent was in the air. Rot and moisture. Like wet earth. But there was also smoke. The distinctive, almost trademark scent of the coal that burned within most Birmingham factories. And it was cold. Enough so that gooseflesh erupted across her skin.

Finally, with a very quiet groan, she opened her eyes. Almost immediately she had to close them again, the hazy light beaming down from the single bulb in the ceiling causing shocks of pain to shoot up her temples. Angling her face away from it, she eased her eyes open more slowly, allowing them to adjust to the light of the room.

She was dangling above the floor, bound by rope tied around her wrists, hanging from a hook in the ceiling with her arms above her head, bare feet a good foot or more above the floor, made of a dark gray stone. She had been stripped out of everything save her white button down shirt and trousers. Her holster, coat, boots, knives, even her socks and rings, were all gone.

The room was fashioned out of the same dark gray stone as the floor. There were no windows, no pictures on the walls. The door in the center of the wall in front of her looked to be made of heavy, dark wood. There was no furniture, save a single, wooden chair and a small table in the corner to her right.

And seated in the chair was Luca Changretta.

“Hello, Miss. Winters.”

She blinked, slowly, another soft groan leaving her lips. One side of her face felt crunchy with what she had to assume was dried blood. Probably had cut her head open when he smashed her temple into the doorframe.

Luca stood, reaching down and grasping the handle of a bucket that he’d had stored under the table. She could hear the water sloshing in it as he slowly approached. He came to a stop a few paces away from her.

“I’m going to trust you not to try to kick me. If you do, I’ll have your ankles bound too. Do you understand?”

Lucy looked at him with half lidded eyes, weighing her options. Kicking him was unlikely to accomplish much, unless she managed to get her legs around his throat and choke him out, or manage to break his neck. He was a lot bigger than her, not to mention prepared for any attempts she would make to fight back. And she was weak, her head still fuzzy and body aching.

She nodded slowly, genuinely. This was a situation where she would have to bide her time.

Luca smiled at her, an expression that, despite the authentic softness she saw in it, made her skin crawl. A pulse of fear lodged in her throat, her mind fully processing just how vulnerable she was in her current position.

Luca came to stand beside her with a hum, setting the bucket down and pulling a wet rag from the depths of the water inside. It dripped copiously as he rang it out, water splashing back into the bucket until the rag was not soaked but simply damp. Taking hold of her head, he brought the rag to her face, and began to clean the blood off of her.

“Shh,” he murmured, when she hissed in pain. “It’s alright.”

She wanted to twist away from him, but she had nowhere to go. The way that he was holding her head was nothing like how Tommy–who seemed to have an obsession with cradling or touching her head and face–did. When Tommy touched her there, it felt protective. Tender. Like he just wanted to have her as close as possible. Like he wanted to comfort her and remind her that she was always safe with him.

Luca touched her like a warning. A threat. His long fingers stretched along the length of her skull as if testing whether or not it would be a viable option to try crushing it in his palm. A reminder that at any moment, all he had to do was sharply twist her head with the other hand, and he could snap her neck.

Lucy swallowed around the bile rising in her throat. She could not let him know that she was afraid. “Where are we?” she asked softly as he continued to clean her face.

“The basement of a church,” Luca said, surprising her. Again, came that soft, but insidious smile. “Some of the more suspicious of my men think that keeping you in a holy place will help nullify your power.” He seemed to find the superstition funny.

Finished with the rag, he tossed it back into the bucket, picking it up and carrying it over to the table, setting it down on the floor. It wasn’t lost on Lucy how he did not turn his back to her until she was far enough away she would not be able to reach him with her legs.

“Originally,” he straightened, pulling himself to his full, impressive height and wiping a hand down his face. He was dressed in just trousers, boots, a waistcoat, and a button down shirt. His suit jacket and overcoat, she saw, were folded over the back of the chair he’d been seated in. His hat was on the table. “I didn’t take my mother’s warnings about you seriously. Not until you threw one of my men’s heads at me.” Hands in his pockets, Luca paced over to stand in front of her. She was bound so high above the floor, that they were almost at eye level without him having to bend down. She wondered if they had done that on purpose.

Luca leaning in close, breath warm on her face. “So now you have my undivided attention.”

Lucy fought to keep herself calm. To keep the mask in place. But her heart was pounding in her chest and her shoulders were aching a little more with every minute that her arms remained bound above her head.

“We’re still in Birmingham, aren’t we?” she asked, and tried to remember all the churches that she knew were in the city. She had never paid that much attention to them before. Everyone knew how much she hated churches. How she never went inside one unless she had no other choice.

Luca cocked his head. “How can you tell?”

She shrugged, as best as she could, then immediately regretted attempting to. Her shoulder blades twinged in protest. “The smell.”

Luca hummed, looking moderately impressive, but unworried.

“Is Lizzie okay?” Lucy asked, dreading the answer.

“The whore?” he snorted. “Yes. I just gave her a little bump on the head. We were there for you, not her.”

She let out a soft breath of relief. Lizzie was alright. And she could raise the alarm. Let Tommy and the others know what had happened. Maybe, after Lucy had been knocked unconscious, Lizzie had heard or seen something that could help Tommy find her.

“She’ll tell them what happened,” she said to Luca. His lips quirked upwards.

“Are you so sure?”

She felt her face fall without her permission. Because she wasn’t. True, her opinion of Lizzie hadn’t been at its best for a while, but they’d had a good discussion. Things seemed to have the possibility of getting better between them again.

Surely not even Lizzie would be heartless enough to use the situation as a way to try to get rid of her, would she?

But try as she might to convince herself otherwise, Lucy could not entirely be confident that the answer to Luca’s question was a no.

Luca chuckled darkly, seeing the answer in her face, taking a step closer.

Lucy forced her eyes not to stray away from his.

What Lizzie did or did not do wouldn’t make that much difference. Not really. Soon as she didn’t show back up at the office after a few hours, Tommy would be looking for her. He wouldn’t stop until he’d found her. He’d put every man they had on the streets to work looking for her if he had to.

Lucy lifted her chin. “He’ll come for me.”

∗ ∗ ∗

Lizzie’s head was howling with pain, her vision blurry when she first blinked open her eyes. She was sprawled out on the rug of her sitting room, curled on her side. Slowly, painfully, she pulled herself upright, back leaning against the side of the couch, having to take several pauses to breath deep around the nausea that swirled in her gut.

When she was finally sitting up, she took stock of the damage.

The backdoor that had been kicked in had been set back carefully against its frame. It would still need to be fixed, but from the outside she suspected no one would be able to tell that it was only leaning against the frame with its hinges half broken off. The front door was closed and bolted, and on a quick glance she couldn’t pick out anything from the mantle that had been stolen. The only other evidence of a scuffle was the slight tear in the wallpaper where Luca had smashed her head into it.

Her hand went to her belly. Please, please be okay in there, she silently begged, closing her eyes.

Why, oh why had she so stubbornly refused Tommy’s offer of posting some Peaky boys to guard the house?

She knew the answer, of course: because she had wanted to distance herself from this kind of shit. Because she wanted her baby to know nothing but nice things, not blood and gunfire and paranoid, violent men itching for a fight. And because she had wanted to make a good impression on her new neighbors. Her window for accomplishing that was short. Once she started showing, if she hadn’t gotten into at least some of their good graces, she would be labeled the neighborhood tart.

Hell, that was still likely to happen. But at least if she was able to become friendly with some of them, she might have a chance at holding onto a few friendships despite being an unwed mother.

If Tommy would just do what he’s supposed to and fucking marry me…

The thought clawed into her mind, latching in there like a leech determined to suck away any joy she had left inside her and leave her angry and jealous and bitter. Lizzie tried to shake it away, and winced at the pain still throbbing in her head.

Thinking of Tommy brought another memory to her mind.

“Lucy,” she choked out, scrabbling at the armrest of the couch to help leverage herself up. Again, she had to pause, leaning against the couch in case she lost her footing, waiting for the world to stop spinning before forcing herself further into a fully standing position.

There was a smear of blood on the front door frame, and more puddled across the floorboards in the entryway. Whether it was from Lucy hitting her head against the doorframe or Luca kicking her in the face, Lizzie couldn’t be sure.

“You can tell Tommy that we took her. Or not. The decision is yours.” Luca’s voice echoed in her head. Hand bracing against the wall, Lizzie was unable to tear her gaze away from the pool of blood in her entryway.

It would be so easy to not say anything. Just keep her mouth shut. Call someone to come out and fix the door. She still had some of her own money stashed away to pay for the repairs herself. Clean away the blood. Tommy would never even know that Luca had been here.

And without Lucy around, maybe Tommy would finally…

Lizzie cringed at herself, disgust and guilt nearly closing off her throat. Christ, had she actually just been thinking about leaving her to the mercy of the Italians? All just out of a little uncontrolled jealousy?

Lucy had come to see her. That was more than Tommy had done. Ever since she’d told him about the baby, all of their communication had been over the phone or through the agent he’d put her in contact with. And their conversations were strictly only about the house and allowance he had arranged to be sent to her. Once he’d paid for the house, even that contact had ceased.

Lucy had always tried. Even when Lizzie had been at her absolute ugliest towards her over the years, Lucy had made an effort to show her nothing but kindness and understanding.

If it weren’t for Tommy, Lizzie would have been entirely happy to be her friend. Often she grew frustrated with herself, at how as much as she attempted to, she could not entirely let go of her resentment towards the woman who had the heart of the man that Lizzie loved.

But God, Lucy didn’t deserve to die over that.

Despite her bitterness and jealousy towards her, Lizzie had never once genuinely wished for hurt or death to befall Lucy.

Besides, Tommy would fucking kill her if he found out that she knew Lucy had been taken and didn’t say anything.

Hand still resting on the wall to keep herself stable, she hobbled to the kitchen, where the phone was tucked away in the back.

Or, what was left of it. She froze at the sight of a pile of twisted and dented metal and cut wires that was all that remained of the telephone she’d had installed.

Shit. Apparently Luca had decided that if raising the alarm to Lucy’s kidnapping was the course of action she decided to take, he wasn’t going to make it too easy for her.

Slower than she would have liked, she made her way to the bedroom and the attached washroom, checking herself over in the mirror. Bruises were blooming across her throat, but when she felt around the back of her head, she didn’t feel any blood or cuts. She wetted a rag with cool water to put on her throat to try to keep down the swelling of the bruises, and quickly gathered up her coat and handbag. After very brief consideration, she got the little handgun she’d bought for emergencies from where it was tucked away in her nightstand, and slipped it into her bag.

Winding a scarf around her neck to hide the bruising, she pulled her hat over her head, and hurried out the front door, eyes darting paranoidly from side to side, keeping her hand firmly closed around the gun still concealed in her handbag. Just in case Luca or his men were still lurking around somewhere.

Steps brisk and purposeful, she began the walk towards the betting shop and offices, realizing only once she was halfway down the road that she wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Luca had broken into her home. The sun was setting, so it couldn’t have been more than a few hours, surely.

It was quite possible that Tommy already knew that Lucy was missing. If she’d been supposed to be back with him by lunch and hadn’t shown up, no doubt he would be looking for her. But he wouldn’t know about Luca snatching Lucy at Lizzie’s house. That was at least some semblance of valuable information that she could offer up.

Besides, it would be safer to be surrounded by Peaky boys, rather than stashed away out in the outskirts of their territory by herself. Maybe she would just find somewhere to stay that was closer to the yard and betting shop until this whole mess was over. The memory of Luca’s promise, to come for her and her baby once the remainder of the Shelbys were dead, sent a shiver down her spine, a hand going protectively to her belly, and her pace quickening.

∗ ∗ ∗

“I’m not going to talk,” Lucy said, fingers flexing, running across the rope that bound her hands above her head. It felt thick and strong. Certainly not something that would fray or break easily. She would probably have to get her hands on a knife in order to cut through it.

“That’s okay.” Luca had lit a cigarette, smoking lazily while he sauntered over to her. Slowly, he plucked the smoldering stick of white from his lips. “I won’t be asking you any questions.” He leaned forward, and very deliberately stubbed the cigarette out against her inner right forearm. Lucy hissed in spite of herself at the sharp burn of ash digging into her skin, leaving a circular welt in its wake.

“Before we begin,” Luca flicked the remainder of the squashed cigarette away. “I want to make something very clear.” He pointed a long finger into her face. “If I catch you trying to escape, I will string you up not with rope, but on fucking meat hooks instead.” He took a step back, face twisting. “It would be justice for what you and Tommy did to Antonio.”

“You sent him to kill us in our own home. It was self defense. A reaction to your actions. Just like your father’s death was in retaliation for his men killing Grace.”

“Ah, but was that not also in response to John Shelby cutting my little brother? And for what? Over a woman who, let’s be honest, wasn’t actually in love either of them.” He shook his head. “But that’s enough talk for now,” he decided, before she could respond. “Now,” he reached out a hand, caressing the back of it along her cheek. “I’m going to hurt you.” Taking a step back, eyes and smile still trained on her, he began to walk in a slow semicircle around her. His serpent-like eyes looked her up and down, making her stomach turn and her skin crawl. Lucy tried to follow his movements, but once he stepped behind her and into her blind spot, no matter how much she twisted and craned her head, she could not see him. “Something new. Something old. Let’s start with new, first, hm?”

He suddenly seized the back of her shirt, and yanked. It split open with treacherous ease, and cool, damp air kissed her back. Lucy’s breathing started to pick up, panic building as the vulnerability of the position that she was in grew. The way that her clothes tore so easily from her body reminded her of the night in the alley. Practically a lifetime ago, now, but still haunting her each and every day. The men laughing. The way that their dirty hands pawed, then ripped at her clothes until she was bare to their cruel touches and the painful bite of their knives.

She flinched as Luca ran his hands along the length of her back, tracing the lines of the gnarly scars given to her that night which still decorated her skin. The remainders of her shirt hung in tatters from her arms and neck, barely concealing her front. Her fingers tightened around the rope to try to hide how badly they were shaking.

“Already so scarred,” Luca hummed, and for a moment Lucy genuinely thought that she might throw up. “What’s a few more to add to the collection, eh?” With a dark chuckle, he moved around her to the table, from which he picked up something she hadn’t noticed before, lying coiled within the shadows. “Do you know what this is?” Luca held it up, so that she could see that in his palm he clutched the handle of a large whip. From its head sprouted nine knotted throngs of cord, drooping like individual tails as they passed through Luca’s fingers.

“This is called a cat o’ nine tails,” Luca stroked his hand over the plaited cords again. “It was used as a method of physical punishment by the British Army and Royal Navy. I thought that it would be fitting. These here,” he plucked up one of the tails, running his fingertips along the fine throng until he came to one of the bulging knots that the material was tied into. Each strand had three knots tied into it near the end of the tail. “These were designed to lacerate the skin and cause intense pain.” He held up his index finger. “One blow is sufficient to strike off the skin, and draw blood where the knots dig in.”

Lucy knew that her eyes were wide, her face likely pallid with fear. Pain was not something that she shied away from, but the thought of those leather knots digging into the sensitive skin of her back had her trembling, and not just from the cold of the room. Her eyes darted to the heavy wooden door. Luca chuckled again, making his way around her with slow, even steps.

She had to have been missing for hours. No doubt Luca had her well hidden. It could take them a while to find her. Her fingers squeezed against the rope, eyes staring at the door as if she could burn holes into it.

“Tonight you will take punishment for the actions of the entirety of your fucking backstreet, gypsy razor gang. Not just those you personally partook in. I am going to whip you once, for every Italian life that you Blinders have taken. Every single one. Since even before the vendetta began.” Luca’s voice was as calm as if he were merely discussing going for a stroll.

Just a few hours. If she could hang on for just a few more hours, then surely…

The whip cracked, and Lucy screamed.

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andvys · 1 year ago

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OKAY LETS GO

While Gareth and Frankie were prepared for your little plan, the rest of your friends had no idea what you were about to do. You were glad that Wayne left a few minutes before you though, you don’t want to give that poor man a heart attack.

idk why but i read gwyneth instead of gareth and now he's gonna be gwyneth paltrow in my head

“Oh,” Eddie laughs, scratching the back of his neck, “well, just stuff we did before..”

gay icons fr

“I’m really proud of you, man. You made it, you made your dreams come true and you found the girl. You’re living the life, Eds.”

he's living our dream life 😔

Eddie was always a bit emotional, tears always welled up in his eyes easily, his father always made him feel weak for crying, ‘men don’t cry’. It’s bullshit and luckily, Eddie always knew that. He never listened to the things his father told him, he wasn’t exactly a great example anyways. He never lived by the things he tries to teach him, he wanted to be nothing like him.

AWWWW :(((

“Okay,” you shrug, “you better get in the shower, I’m not sleeping next to your sweaty ass.”

SHES SUCH A MENACE SHE JUST KEEPS DRAGGING THEM LMAO

He nods, grinning at you as he takes his sweater off, folding it neatly on the couch, his jeans following.

🤨 proof? 📸

“I liked Eddie,” he admits, the lingering sadness in his eyes makes you frown, “but uh, I wasn’t really aware of my feelings back then– well, I was but I wasn’t very acceptive of them. I knew we would never work out so I never tried anything. We were close, we did things together that I certainly wouldn’t do with other friends but he never showed me that he would actually want anything more than that and I was clearly too scared to make a move.”

oh that's so sad :(

As you lay here between two people that mean everything to you, you realize that things aren’t as bad as you thought they would be. Your friends here, they came here just for you. Steve is here, his presence calms you and most importantly, you have him.

THE STEDDIE SANDWICH I REPEAT. THE STEDDIE SANDWICH 😳😳

“What’s up with you, smiley?” Eddie asks.

I READ THAT AS SMELLY 😭 i thought my eyesight got worse and it's quite obvious now 😭

“Sounds like the title of a bad porn movie,” Eddie chuckles in amusement.

I WAS ABOUT TO SAY 💀💀

You hated saying goodbye to Steve, again but he promised to come to Los Angeles when the tour is over.

bye steve :(

“Yes, just like that!” The photographer, Phil, yells. “Give us more, girl.”

phil is my new favorite character

“Did he just say male model?” Steve gasps.

me and steve are grabbing popcorn rn

The corset hugs your waist and your chest tightly, the tiny little skirt does absolutely nothing to cover your ass and of course, they made you wear a fucking thong. The stockings on your legs and the high heels make you look dangerous.

im phil suddenly 😳📸

“Every time someone looks at you or even touches you, I wanna rip their fucking hands off.”

oh 🤨 pls don't tho 😁

That feeling of nausea has been haunting you for the past two weeks, every morning and night, you feel like you’re about to puke your guts out but nothing ever comes out. You barely eat, you struggle to do so. Every time you even bite into something, the bile in your throat rises and the panic settles in your chest– that weird feeling when you know you’re about to throw up.

oh fuck no

“Hey sweet thing, long time no see,” he smiles. His eyes stop at the hand attached to your hip and he chuckles a little before he looks at Eddie who clenches his jaw at the pet name.

fuck that guy 😐

One, the stupid baggie that contains that white powder that will definitely ruin your life.

OH NO

He stares at the two lines, positive.

NO WHAT. WHAT. NOOO WHAT 😳😳😳 girl FUCK THEM KIDS 😭 WHAT IS GOING ON

ANDY WHAT THE HELL!! YOURE KILLING ME WITH THESE CHAPTERS OMGGG i loved this one so so much 🥹 even though it was full of surprises it was so nice to read 🫶 amazing as always!!

YOUR REACTIONS MADE ME LAUGH LIKE ALWAYS 😭

NOT GWYNETH LMAO! that's his new name now😌

the gay icons never made it :( ugh they should've dated and then added reader to the relationship, Eddie that dumbass 😔

NOT SMELLY ✋🏻😭

Should we bring back Phil? He needs to take photos of the gay icons

"FUCK THEM KIDS" HAHA I'm sorry, Steve came too hard 😭

I'm happy you liked it🥺❤️

#andy’s asks #honey anon <3

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sxslave4all · 8 months ago

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officially hers and his. Mature story below. 18 and over.

cnc-adult content under 18 keep moving. This is purely for ho masterbation type story. All legal, consented, agreed to years ago-nothing done to me that isn’t of my okay permission to my master. We worked out all that forever ago-years I’ve been his toy and now his female fucks and friends little toy as of today-we made it official 🩷. Head to toe, anywhere, anytime, anyone or any thing, however often, I’m his and as HE orders I’m also hers 🩷 -new girl he wasn’t sure she’d want control 😳🩷but todays make it official story has me still dripping I’ve never been so turned on after cumming 6 times in public.

so my owner been dating this hot girl for over two months and she’s always told him she wanted to wait for it be official before using me. He finally a few days ago asked her if she wanted to make me a lipstick Lesbian’s slave along with his. She agreed but said 2 weeks so she could plan (I had no idea it’d been planned for two weeks). We move on and I ask my ownerS, if I can get my hair done blah blah. She says hey my friend does hair, we can have her do it and with money we save-we can buy an extra fuckable when we shop (if it fits in me I fuck it for them and everytime I am taken out I have to find 2 items. They each find one and on good days I get an extra item. Anything goes as long as safety has been assessed). I smiled and said thank you mistress (which she immediately said yep gonna love this) and I’ll make sure the gift fuckable is as big and long as possible like you say I need bigger weirder more slutty fuckables for fans. She made me eat her til she came. She was going to wait but needed it. Little did I know she had waited. She hands me my where is it skirt, see thru skin tight half tank and slut stilettos. My collar is secured and the chain attached wrapped around my tits, down to my slit—where it’s yanked nice and close on my clit 🥵🥵🥵. We leave and she said we are going to her house quickly then she’s gonna bring you to the shop when done. I thought weird but it’s my new mistress’s first trip. I walk in-huge tit beautiful blonde answers. Her words were thank you Jesus which i ignored but heard her whisper to mistress I was afraid you were going to bring me a nasty too not this. Again I ignored it. Go sit in chair by sink they both ordered strongly. Soon as I sit my owner inserts gag with huge ball reaffirmed I’m good with cnc- I was really confused but my master has asked weirder and showed up before. I blindly let him gag me as the two hot women are making moves as to what they will do. I feel the cuffs get yanked in four ways meaning 4 more are here but a blindfold was also installed. Was told to open as painful wide as possible-I did. Told to spit and suck each nipple as it was shoved in my mouth, a vibrating electrical shocker added to both and my clit. Still it didn’t register. Then I heard voices. Like 10 mostly women my owners and a couple bbc my owner pays to fuck me when I’m really bad due to their size. Soon as I heard them and heard both my owners call just to girl doing my hair. They call down and ask how long. I swore they were down here but they didn’t know supposedly that I was about to be a blow up toy for a bunch of people I didn’t know or see except the one who loved to ram me with that bbc. I was more nervous when she told everyone down there to be quiet until they left then the fun. Heard what sounded like them leaving and one woman ask if anything goes (yes). She made me shout it by holding my gag and making me say “ I am a toy. Ya anything goes. I do men and woman. Nice and gentle to hellion on wheels level”. Smack. The first paddle to the cunt. Gag replaced. Did you like that. Yes I nod knowing it’s best to not fight as if I do I won’t win. Smack. Did you like that? Yes. Nod. Was it harder? Nod. Want it to get harder with every hit? This could be whips, belts, floggers, paddles, brushes, hands but I do promise you clit is meeting 100 blows while I do your hair and those nips. Felt clamps 🗜️ fasten. With weight. I nod. Yes? Yes you want each to hurt your clitty a little more each time cause you know your place huh holes? Nod. Thwack. Whip to the tits. Did you enjoy? Much like your cunt I have people here to beat your tits and ass as well as fuck you, blow in your mouth, blowjob and eating pussys, every hole full. While being beat. And nodding ty each time someone uses degrades you. Nod. Feel myself wet and get embarrassed as each blow to my crotch hurts more, then a butt plug is slammed in me. A girl fucks one of my tits. I fuck someone else’s tits/cocks/strap ons. Only time I’m allowed no gag is to swallow the cum. Whip. …..tbc in the next post.

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years ago

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Good Girl

TW: Spanking. Dom!Rafe. SoftDom!Rafe. Language. Smut.

SUMMARY: Your need for anything but ‘vanilla’ sex, sends your boyfriend to give you everything you want, as long as you’re his ‘good girl’...

WORD COUNT: 1400

*Requested*

Anonymous asked:

Omg can u do a smut where you're talking w Rafe about your kinks and stuff, and you tell him you have a spanking kink, but he just thinks that you're vanilla and that you're joking about that with him, and he bends you over his lap to spank you for fun and tease you for it, but you get so horny you literally cum from being spanked by him bc your clit keeps rubbing on his jeans from squirming while being bent over his lap 😳 and he realizes that you're actually serious and gets so turned on and fucks you

Anonymous asked:

could you do a smut with rafe about him finding out his really shy girl wishing he would be really rough? he's all condescendingly sweet to her, telling her he loves her but he has to teach her how to ask for things, holding her hand while spanking her

Good Girl

Precious. This was how he saw you, and he told you this frequently. In public, in the confines of entangled passion, and every chance he got as it brought the cutest little blush throughout the expression he loved so well. But because of this, he was always gentle with you, never understanding from the scorched lust beneath your blown irises that you craved more than that. You appreciated it the first few times as it allowed you to adjust to him, but now you wanted the extent of what he could offer you. The thrill of that ‘more than vanilla’ sex you knew he had been capable of as it would slip in the dominance of his hold to your jaw as he’d lead a kiss to your neck or the wrap around your waist as he’d whisper in your ear how your curves in any chosen ensemble made him almost feral. And with your patience wearing thin because of this desperation, you would test his belief in your preciousness.

“So cute, all needy for me…” He teased as you had led him into his father’s study, the only room not littered with guests from Ward’s recent soiree. Your fingers wrapped within the collar of his dress shirt, bringing him against you as he guided you onto the edge of the desk.

“Baby…” He laughed as you took him harder against you, “You’re driving me crazy…This dress…those little moans-”

“Rafe…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want you to spank me…” His lips pulled to a mischievous humor as it was clear the thought wasn’t one too vulgar or forbidden due to the excitement in his eyes, a conjured vision that he’d produced once upon a time. But to hear you say it, he was at a loss for anything but a chuckle.

“You’re always so soft with me…And I want more…”

“I’m not enough?” He teased as you brought him back into you, that dainty elegance he knew you to wear as a demure desire was now exchanged for unbridled need as you took his fingers between your legs.

“I want you to fuck me, Rafe…not make love to me…” His lips parted, draining from humor and now altering to a line of contentment, “Right here, on your father’s desk…twenty feet from his guests…” Your eyes narrowed sharper to him. “I want you to make me sore until I can’t walk and everyone knows what you’ve done to me.” He swallowed hard.

“Well it seems you’ve thought a lot about it…” You nodded.

He blew out a breath of disbelief before taking a seat on the couch set on the far side of the room.

“Well then…Come here…” He patted his knee as you would straddle his thigh, given the direction of his positioning.

“You sure about this? I don’t want to ruin that perfect little ass, but if you’re asking for it, I’m gonna give it to you…leave you every shade of red I can-”

“Please, Rafe…” He scoffed and slowly nodded.

“Lift up your dress…Keep your panties on, I want the friction for you…And I want you to count for me…Not as a punishment, but as a reward for how many you take…Okay?” You nodded, obeying him as the edges of your dress were lifted by your pinch and you held it between your legs as he first hit came to your ass.

“One.”

“Good girl. How was that?”

“Good.” He nodded, biting his bottom lip for a second before taking a hold of your hand as the other remained in a wrap of your dress.

“Two.” You spoke in a deep exhale of recovery as his smirk widened, unaware that with each slap, he would cause your clit to rub perfectly against the fabric of your panties and that of his dress pants, bringing a pleasure along with the pain of each slap.

“Fourteen…” You continued after some time, having begun to lose yourself in the repetition but also the softness he always held with you. That orgasm on the edge as you were rocked against him, a sudden wetness present on his thigh as he would scoff.

“Shit, sweetheart…”

“I’m sorry…” You blushed, aware that he would have difficulty explaining the stain evident on the gray fabric.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your eyes widened. “If I knew you wanted it THAT badly…” He stopped himself.

“Bend over the desk-panties off…I’m gonna take REAL good care of you, give you exactly what you want…” You couldn’t hide your excitement as you almost skipped to the desk, panties around your ankles in seconds, as he was quick to undress himself, cock quickly between your folds as you gasped to the feeling.

“You have to tell me what you want so I can take care of you, my girl only gets the best…” You nodded as he continued to torment you.

“So tell me…” He laughed as you blushed.

“I want you to fuck me, Rafe…”

“Yeah, baby? Right here?”

“Yes…” You groaned.

“You want it fast?” You nodded.

“Hard?” You nodded faster.

“Deep?” You nodded harder.

The sudden relief of what he spoke of suddenly forcing you against the desk.

“Gotta tell me these things…Otherwise it’s only hurting both of us…” He condescended behind you.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me like this…So let me hear how good it feels…Tell me who’s making you feel that way…”

“Rafe!” He nodded.

“Mmmhmm…” He groaned behind you.

“You need me like this, you tell me next time…I always want to take care of you, okay?” You agreed with a bob of your head as you brought his hand to your neck.

“I trust you…” You spoke breathlessly as he would moan before applying the perfect amount of pressure while quickening his thrusts.

“God, my girl’s dirty, yeah?” You nodded. “All dirty just for me?”

“For you…” You validated as he turned you to face him.

“You want me to come? Keep showing me what you want…” You nodded and led his second hand to your clit.

“Come with me, Rafe…Please…” You pleaded as he nodded into your shoulder, bent over you and deepening that penetration.

“You’re gonna make me come, baby…” He growled into you. “I’m so fucking close…”

“Me too!”

“Don’t tell me…tell them…”

“RAFE!” You chorused as he brought you both to that mutual edge, a deprived release you had quelled by your honesty bringing the most decadent and intense orgasm as he felt you wash over him and stain you both further. The evidence of this release dripping down your thighs as he turned you to face him, propping you back onto the desk with your legs over his shoulders.

“I always clean up my messes…” His eyes stayed onto you as he savored the mix of your releases until bringing you to that second edge, retreating as you trembled.

“I want you to play with it for me…I want you to come on my tongue…And I wanna wear you the rest of the night…my precious, dirty, girl.” You obliged, flicking your clit in rapid succession as he held his tongue against you, that second release lapped up quickly before he rose back to you.

“Satisfied, sweetheart?” His question driving a blush to your cheeks.

“For now…” His brow cocked before he helped you to your feet.

“Well now since I know what you want…what you REALLY want…I hope you know what you’re in for…”

You nodded.

“Yes, sir…” His eyes rolled to the words as he pulled you back to him with a passionate kiss bringing his tongue to your bottom lip to cement this moment in perfection.

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moonstone01 · 2 years ago

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Close Pt. 2

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.0K

Warnings: Ummmmm Smut Smut Smut ⚠️, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Dirty Talk, LOTS of Fluff, Weed.

A/N: I had to close my laptop a few times because...damn. Y/n really getting some 😳. Also, songs that are mentioned are Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths, Super Freak by Rick James, and Somebody to Love by Queen, so maybe listen to those songs when they are mentioned.

Eddie has been on your mind for the past few days now. It is now Friday, and the eve of Halloween.

You reminisce on Monday night. You never thought you’d ever get that close to Eddie. Making out in the back of his van. Sensual touches and pleasant conversation. It was like things were easy around him, it all just came naturally. One thing he said in particular stuck with you.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?...I’m serious though, you really are, especially when I get to have you this close”

It sent butterflies throughout you. Why? You weren't entirely sure, but it made you feel special knowing he said those words to you. Only you. Hopefully? You’re not possessive over him are you? It was just a smoke sesh and a make-out-

“Y/n! Damn it, you’re gonna be late for SCHOOL!” your mom says banging on the door. You look over at the clock.

7:50.

Damn it. You really weren't even sleeping, just…daydreaming. You sprung out of bed and rushed to find a decent outfit in your wardrobe. You have been paying closer attention to your looks now that you occasionally make eyes at Eddie. You both haven't spoken since that night but you catch him staring from across the cafeteria most days. On Wednesday he even winked at you from his table as you sat with Nancy and her little friend Fred.

“Y/n, what are you looking at?” Nancy said beside you, amused at the lack of interest you were paying in the conversation.

“No one- nothing, I’m not looking at anything” you whipped your head around towards her to prevent her from following your gaze, but it had proven to be too late. You have been friends with Nancy for three years, so she gave you a knowing smirk. She knew what you were looking at and there was no hiding it.

“Okay” she sang to you and turned her attention back towards Fred. Later after lunch period was over, Nancy walked in step with you.

“~So, Eddie Munson?~” she whisper-growled to you as you both walked out of the lunchroom. See, she just knew. You know she wouldn’t judge you but it wasn’t that serious, really. You would have to explain to her the whole ordeal that happened Monday night, to which she congratulated you on “getting some action”.

However, now, you are rushing to get ready for school and your mom enters your room.

“What are you doing?” she questions snobbily at you, watching you put on mascara in the mirror.

“Putting on a little…mascara” you pause as you hang your mouth open to apply the makeup.

“You’re late…and you’re applying mascara…” she folds her arms over her chest.

“Yea…” you say as you put the applicator back in the tube, tighten it shut and lay it back on your dresser. You spin around towards your mother.

“Bye” you smile and speed walk to the kitchen to get your keys. She’s so judgmental, isn’t she? You grab a banana off the counter and make your way out of the door, school definitely has probably started by now.

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It was around fourth period and you were making your way to the bathroom when you heard your name being called behind you.

“Y/n” the voice said in a singing way. Shit. You know that voice.

You turn around on your heel and look for the face to match the voice and there he was, in all his glory.

“Eddie” you recite his name as he walks up to you, both of you holding bathroom passes.

“How lucky am I to catch you walking the halls the same time I am” he smiles down at you.

“Yes, you are very lucky, but I have to go to the bathroom” you smile sarcastically and turn around to make your way into the ladies room. Before you could enter, however, his hand wraps around your waist and pulls you flush against his body. He dips his head against your hair where your right ear lies, still having a tight arm around your waist.

“Trying to get away from me?” you stiffen from the sudden contact, and having him in your ear. You swear he could probably hear your heart beating in your ears. He laughs a little when you can’t exactly answer the question. Cat has definitely got your tongue. You release yourself from his grip, not exactly wanting to get caught canoodling in the hallway, and spinning around towards him.

“Mhm, what exactly is it you want Munson?” you tilt your head and smile, trying to change the mood after he just made you basically cum in your pants. He smiles back at you, folding his arms over his chest.

“Well, Lucas bailed on us for tonight” he says, beginning to explain, “and we obviously need and a replacement…again”

“And I’ve noticed you walking past my classroom everyday- I mean” he slips up. Oooh he’s a stalker now. You drop your jaw in disbelief and widen your eyes at him, ready to let it rip on him.

“Ohhh, so you’re a stalker now?” you laugh, teasing the slip up.

“No, you know what I meant” he laughs with you, it’s not weird of him to notice you walking to the bathroom fourth period everyday, it’s kinda cute. But that doesn’t mean you weren’t gonna tease him for it.

“Nooo I actually don’t know what you mean, it sounded a bit stalkerish to me” you shrug your shoulders and continue your pursuit.

“It sounds like to me…you have a little crush” you step towards him, putting your arms behind your back.

He licks his lips in playful frustration and decides to give you what you so desperately want to hear.

“Maybe I do, sweetheart” he leans down to get on your level. This flirting is gonna be the death of you. The sexual tension is so thick, you could clichély cut it with a knife. And there is no release, just more pressure as you both stand there and look at each other,

“So, you comin tonight?” he quirks an eyebrow. You obviously were.

“Of course” you smile “wouldn’t miss it for the world” you roll your eyes and begin to turn towards the bathroom, still needing to pee. But before you could go in, he grabs your arm and pulls you back towards him, and spins you around. He kisses you before you could even process what was happening. Fuck, you needed him to do that. You place your hands on his chest, leaning into the kiss after recovering from the shock.

That is until you heard keys jingling, coming from the hallway out of sight. You both quickly disperse and both go into your designated bathroom. The both of you having a mutual understanding of I do not wanna get caught kissing in the hallway. So, you go to the bathroom, finally, and walk out.

He is nowhere to be found, so you continue on to your class, probably being gone for a suspicious amount of time.

“See you tonight, y/n” nevermind, there he is. You turn around to see him walking the other way, not facing towards you.

“See ya” you yell back.

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It was the end of the club, Dustin and Mike were quite happy to see you again. You guys didn’t win tonight however, thanks to Mike.

“Dustin, I don’t wanna hear it, you almost lost the game for us Monday night” he spits.

“Well I didn’t screw everything up the way you did, a complete SHIT show Mike, really, nice going” Dustin spits back quite passionately. Eddie, Jeff, and Gareth convene at the other side of the room. You didn’t do much for the team tonight, but you were glad the fault wasn’t on you. Anything is better than Dustin blabbering about how you ruined everything.

On the way out of the building, Eddie was the last one out as always. But you were waiting for him anyway.

“Eddie”

“Y/n” he approaches with his hands in his jean pockets. You were plotting tonight.

“So, I was thinking, since it’s a Friday night, we can hot box your van again” you suggest convincingly. He just stares at you, pondering you for a second.

“Since when did you want to be rebellious” he leans back with his eyebrows furrowed, in sort of disbelief at your rebellion.

“Ever since you made me rebel” referring to Monday night. “And I don’t have a curfew on weekends sooo” he smiles at you.

“Good, let’s go smoke” he says, turning around and walking a lot faster than you. He even made a show of skipping on his way to the van. You laugh at his humor and prepare yourself mentally for what is gonna happen.

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“So like, you’ve been playing guitar since you were three?” you ask him baffled at this information. You both have finished the joint and now are both laying across from each other. Lying on one arm to face each other.

“Yup, I’ll have to show you my guitar, that’s my child” he laughs and you laugh along with him, just happy to hear that he has something he’s passionate about.

“Okay, top three artists, go!” you exclaim suddenly.

“Uuuh Dio, Metallica, aaand AC/DC” he states without much thought at all. “Alright yours lets go” he laughs.

“Umm, okay…”

“Hurry!” he yells playfully, rushing you.

“Okay! Okay, Queen” you say nodding. “Tears for Fears.”

“Of course,” he says, rolling his eyes. You both laugh at the comment.

“And….The Smiths” you tilt your head and smile.

“...Such boring music taste- except Queen” he puts simply.

“Uh-” you cut sharply in offended disbelief, “I will go get my mixtape right now from my car, actually, let’s go get it.” You both venture to your car to get your mixtape so you can play him your absolute favorite song to prove him wrong. Once you get it, after some more playful bantering you both hop into the back of the van once more.

You lean up front to pop in your tape, knowing which song is gonna be playing. Once the music starts playing at a decent volume you turn around to catch him staring. At your ass.

“Eddie” you laugh out loud. He quickly snaps his neck to look at you, being caught.

“Whoops,” he smiles. Then the first lyrics of the song started playing.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I’m miserable now.

It was Heaven Knows I’m Miserable now by The Smiths. Eddie starts to physically cringe at the upbeat music as you close your eyes and sway to the song that always makes you happiest.

“Y/n..this is making my ears bleed” You laugh shortly at his comment.

“Have a heart” you open your eyes to see him cross legged sitting across from you. You can see his features more clearly now that the cloud of smoke has died down, he looks gorgeous, even under this dim van light.

After a few more seconds, you can tell he doesn’t hate the song, successfully proving your point. You skoot closer to him, wanting to be close to him so badly now that you both are alone. He looks you up and down.

Two lovers entwined, pass me by, and heaven knows I’m miserable now.

The song continues, he smiles at you.

“It sounds like you,” he muses. He moves forward and grabs your face with his right hand. He glides his thumb along your cheek as you both stare at each other. Close. You rest your hands on his thighs and lean your head to the left into his palm.

Quite romantic to say the least.

“Your eyes look so pretty” he says, as if he’s noticing them for the first time, going back and forth between both irises.

“So are yours,” you grin. He kisses you suddenly. He wraps a hand behind your head and holds you steady. That other ringed hand comes around your hip and pulls you into his lap. He starts to open mouth kiss you again. It’s getting hot…like last time. You decide to pull back and go for his shirt. You pull off his shirt and look down at his body.

“Nice tats” you say with actual sincerity.

“Thanks” he breathes out at you and then goes for your shirt. The thing is though, you weren't wearing a bra.

“Fuck” he lets out before he even got the shirt fully off of you. You laugh but are quickly cut off by him kissing on your shoulders. He’s holding onto your hips and starts to press you down on his clothed hard on. You choke out a short moan when he starts to kiss your left breast. You start to grind yourself down onto him, not wanting this to stop. He sucks your nipple into his mouth when the song ends and another one starts to play.

Super Freak by Rick James.

He hums at the song that has decided to come on. You laugh until he begins to work his tongue over your nipple as his left hand comes up to play with the other. Damn. You can’t help the small moan that comes out then. He sits up a little more and lays you down on your back. His hands come up to fumble with your button and fly on your jeans. You lift your hips up to help him get the article of clothing off.

You feel a bit exposed, so you cover your breasts as he takes off your underwear. But, he grabs your hands and flies them out of the way.

“Nope, I wanna see em” he smiles down at you. Now he sees all of you as he sits on his knees in front of your body. You can see him straining in his jeans. You reach up and start to unbutton his jeans as he holds your knees open with both hands. He smiles when the song reaches its chorus.

She’s a super freak, super freak, she’s super freakyyy, yoww.

Eddie being the humorous man he is, sings along and bops his head to the song as you unzip his fly for him. You both laugh at the song choice. He moves your hands away from his pants however and moves one hand to hold your right knee open and the other hand goes to glide along your inner left thigh. He watches you breathe hard at his slight touch.

He leans forward to kiss on your neck a little more, even sucking the skin into his mouth possessively. His hand teasingly fans across your entrance and over the other thigh for a moment, then back to where you need it. No doubt his fingers would feel so good inside you because of obvious reasons. You moan lightly when he ignores you once again and trails his fingers along your lower stomach.

He has lifted his head to see your reactions to his teasing, and is watching you struggle to contain your composure. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth when he watches your mouth hang open when he starts to circle your clit with his thumb.

“Mhm” he tilts his head at your pleasure that he is slowly giving you. He starts to circle around your clit faster. How is he so good at this and he’s barely started? He then enters his middle finger, and he moves his arm next to your head, which you promptly grab onto for support. You hike both legs up to give him more access to your entrance. He starts to finger you at incredible speed, and you let out a moan to let him know he’s making you feel good.

“Feel good sweetheart?” He asks in a teasing way, beaming down at you.

“Yes Eddie” you whisper out, feeling yourself drip on his middle finger pumping you at a never ending speed. He hums and then adds his ring finger into the mix, curling his fingers up into you still. You grip his arm tighter in your hand and look up at him through hooded eyes. You can tell this has an effect on him because he’s getting just as flustered as you are.

In a devastating move, he maneuvers his thumb to your clit, fingering your cunt and rubbing your clit simultaneously. You laugh out and tilt your head up at the overwhelming feeling of it all. Eddie staring down at you, his fingers working on you like the guitar he loves so much, and him just being close to you. But you want him closer. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look forward, even though your vision is becoming slightly blurred from the feeling he is giving you.

“There she is,” he grins widely at the attention being brought back to him, and the way he is stretching you out with the curl of his fingers inside of you. Your cunt flutters around his fingers at the action, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good, and it’s just his fingers. You can slightly feel his rings stopped at the entrance of your cunt. They’re cool compared to the immense heat you’re feeling right now.

Suddenly he stops, and starts to kiss down your body. He sucks at both breasts, and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. You sit up on your elbows as he begins to trail those same kisses along your thighs. You are so sensitive to his touch, every so often you twitch when he kisses your thighs a certain way.

“Sensitive are we?” he remarks teasingly. Before you could say anything else his lips immediately attached to your clit in a quick kiss. He scoops your thighs in both hands to keep your legs from closing from the impending pleasure he’s about to inflict. He licks from the bottom of your entrance up to the end of the valley. He starts to circle his tongue slowly, similar to the way his thumb was moving, not adding too much pressure just yet. Then, he sucks your clit into his mouth causing your hips to buck up into his mouth. You moan out louder than you have before at the suction on your sensitive nub. He hums around you, then let's go with a pop.

His tongue starts to do figure eights around your folds, pulls back to spit on your cunt, and then starts to flick his tongue on your clit. You moan out again and grab his curls with one hand, causing him to look up at you finally. You moan again when he snakes one of his arms out of its grip on your thigh and starts to add his middle finger once more.

“Holy fuck…” you breathe out and throw your head back when he switches from flicking his tongue to sucking your clit again. You clench around his fingers and moan again at the feeling. If he continues he will make you cum. As if reading your mind, he adds another finger and curls them up into you at a lightning pace. As he does that, he’s leaning his mouth up more to have more access to sucking on your clit. He can tell now what feels good for you, and he’s not stopping his pursuit.

“Eddie” you moan out in a long string as the pressure that has built has bursted like a dam. Your legs shake around his head violently and you let out a pornograpic moan. He works his mouth and fingers through your orgasm. Finally, he slipped his fingers out and tilted his head back down to look up at you as he licked a final strip at your entrance. You fluttered around thin air.

“Damn that was hot” he says, coming up and licking lips, whipping the rest of your juices mixed with his saliva off of his face with the back of his arm. He’s so hot. He just made you cum, which no guy has ever been able to do.

“...Hell yea it was” you breathlessly laugh, catching your composure because you are certainly not done. He works his jeans off finally, and plops them on the floor behind the drivers seat. He then realizes something and goes towards the front of the van in just his boxers. He opens the glovebox and pulls out one single condom.

“Safety first” he laughs, whipping his head around and holding the condom up.

“Of course, but i’m so horny right now I could let you fuck me raw” you tell him truthfully. It wouldn’t be at all the best decision, but you really would. At this, he bites his lip.

“Is that a promise?” he asks flirtatiously, “I can put the condom back?” he leans down and kisses your neck intensely. He’s definitely trying to give you a hickey. Of course he’s not fucking you without a condom.

“No, Eddie, use the condom” you put simply. He begins to sit up after sucking on your neck for a few long seconds. Looking at the art he just created on your neck. You look down at his boxers. Is that a wet spot? You smirk at the discovery that he’s leaking from his tip after he’s been giving you pleasure for the past few minutes. He’s also clearly as hard as a metal pipe.

He notices you staring at his clothed cock, so he teasingly pulls his waistband down and back up again a few times. You grumble and look up at him with a stern look of disapproval of his unwillingness to let you see what you've been wanting to see for the past few moments.

“So impatient” he laughs and pulls down the waistband slowly but surely, letting you take in the sight of his cock being released from the article of clothing. It just kept going. Until finally, the tip is visible, and his cock sprung out onto his stomach. His cock is beautifully red at the tip, and his pre cum slightly shining on the top of his length. You moan at the sight. While you take in this view of Eddie Munson being completely naked in front of you, he’s working on getting the condom open.

Once he finally got the wrapper off of the condom, he rolled it over his cock, pinching it at the top, and attention now fully on you. He grabbed both of your thighs from underneath and scooted to get lined up with your entrance. He looks up at you, and ruts the tip through your folds.

“You sure you wanna do this sweetheart, just tell me to stop and I-”

“I’m sure Eddie” you reassure, absolutely you want this.

At this, he grabs the base of his cock and lines it into your entrance. He pushes his hips into you, and you both sigh as he slowly sinks his length in. He reaches the point where no more can be filled, and he fully bottoms out. He starts to slowly pull back out, but renters at the same, slow push and pull. You moan softly when he starts to set a pace, filling you up more than anyone else could.

“Fuck, Eddie, you feel so good” you comment, and he squeezes your thighs reasuringly. The pace he has set is a slow one, but not too slow. You can feel him twitch inside you at your comment. After a few seconds of this slow pace, he picks up the pace once again.

This pace has you gripping anything in sight. His cock is drilling into a spot at a steady pace that makes your head spin more than any joint could ever do. He moves his hands from your thighs to over your head to lean over you and hit it from a different angle. You groan and grab onto both of his forearms and look over his upper body. He’s sweaty, his bangs beginning to stick to his forehead. You both are breathing heavily and the van is slightly creaking from Eddie's movements into you.

Suddenly, Eddie starts to snap his hips harder into you. He groans lowly and cups your jaw and looks you right in the eyes. You let out a higher pitched moan at the sudden pace change you weren’t prepared for.

“Fucking god, you look so beautiful, feel so good wrapped around my cock” he says straining a moan and then kisses you harshly. All you can do is moan as you lift your knees up towards your chest so he can get more access to your cunt.

He notices the movement and grabs hold of both of your legs and throws each leg over his shoulders, leaning down again to kiss your neck. His pace is brutal, hitting your cervix with every thrust into you. You can feel him making more hickeys on the other side of your neck, and you wrap your hands around his back, surely marking him too.

The position he has you in with your legs over his shoulders feels so good it makes you want to scream, and you do. He chuckles against your skin when you let out a loud, almost animalistic moan. You can’t help it, and damn it you don’t care if anyone can hear right now. Eddie seemed to be enjoying your pleasure, so to make matters worse, he snakes his arm down towards your clit again.

You cry out when he starts to toy with your clit and rub circles over it all while keeping a quick pace into you. To make matters even worse, he begins to speak.

“Mhm, tell me sweetheart, tell me how good it feels” he teases into your ear.

“Yess Eddie, you feel so good, so close” you ramble out throwing your head back when his speed on your clit quickens in reward for telling him how good he makes you feel.

“Get on top” he says, but before you could protest, he’s already flipping you. You are now on top, and you moan out when you place your hands on his chest and begin to move your body up and down and ride him.

“Fuck yes” he breathes out almost desperately, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight of you moving up and down on his length. You quicken your bouncing, determined to get him to his release just how he gave you yours.

“Eddie” you call out his name and draw it out and lean back to grab onto his thighs for more support, giving him a full show.

“Jesus christ y/n” he whines, and bucks his hips up into you. When you let out a deep moan he grabs your hips and ruts up into you for you himself, causing you to fall forward. You hear him shudder from underneath you as he hits your spot over and over. You wrap your arms underneath his head and look down at him struggling to hold on, gripping your hips for dear life, probably leaving bruises. The both of you are closer than ever.

Then a beautiful moan comes out of his mouth and you watch as he stares up at you as he cums into the condom. He moans again as he bucks just a few more times to ride his high out into your cunt.

He grabs your jaw and brings your lips to his for good measure. You both lightly moan when you rise off of his softening cock. The both of you are sweaty, a panting mess, and completely naked in the school parking lot. He lifts his hands to rub up and down your body, his rings occasionally brushing against your skin.

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had” he admits to you, laughing a little to himself. The music never stopped, Somebody to Love by Queen had begun playing in the background.

“I doubt that, but I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had as well” you laugh, causing a fit of hysterical laughter between you to ensue.

“It really was, you made me cum too early!” he laughed after the laughter had you both lying on the floor now. This made you laugh too.

“You made me cum in five minutes, Eddie” you retorted back in disbelief that that was too early.

“I could've gone longer, but seeing you like that on top of me was better than winning any d&d game” you roll over and sit up on your stomach and elbows and look at him. He tilts his head to look at you. You realize you probably should go, because being naked in a school parking lot would not be the best thing if you were caught.

“Alright I need to get dressed” you laugh and sit up, rummaging through the heap of clothes to find all your articles of clothing. You both get dressed, making small talk as you do so. Then, Eddie seems to realize something and climbs to the front of his van to grab something. He comes back with a pen and holds it in front of you. You look at him confused.

“Let me write my phone number on you,” he says, clicking the pen. He grabs your left arm and sloppily and slowly writes his phone number. Messing up a couple of the numbers on the way, then having to scratch them out and rewrite the single number.

“If my uncle answers, tell him it's for Eddie, of course” he smiles at you. You reach for the pen, and you begin to write your number out for him on his arm.

“If one of my parents picks up” you say, clicking the pen and handing it back to him, “tell them it’s a school thing” you smile back at him, leaning in for a kiss.

“Goodnight sweetheart” Eddie says as you exit the van. “And CALL ME” he yells.

“I will, I promise, goodnight” you smile as you walk away. You get into your car and smile to yourself. Eddie really is something. It’s only until you get home until you realize you left your mixtape in his van.

A/N: Making a Part 3 :))), I also made this in ONE day LOL.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson cult #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine

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itsstrawberrymochi · 3 years ago

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Hey, I loved your headcanons for the breakup prank and I was wondering if you could do it again, but now for the girls + Tengen 😳💕

kny characters x reader Break up prank! (Part 2)

Hellooo thank you so much for the request @diducallmevic and it makes me so happy to know you liked the first one, also when you said the girls imma assume you meant Shinobu and Mitsuri, I hope I’m correct

Warnings: Just about two words of profanity

Shinobu

🦋- Because Shinobu is a very busy person you had to plan the prank days ahead, you had to find the prefect day where she wasn’t busy with her work, so when you sat down to tell her you made sure her schedule was cleared, everything was going according to the plan or so you thought

🦋- You began to tell her you wanted to break up and used some fake excuses why you wanted to because you knew she was going to ask why

🦋- As you were done explaining you surly wasn’t expecting what would happen next....

🦋- She agreed with every word you said.... and said she does think you two should break up

🦋-She went as far as to say you were too clingy and dramatic

🦋- At this point you were shocked and had tears streaming down your face, you wanted to tell her your break up was a prank but you were in too much pain to say anything

🦋- It hurt even more because her usual gentle smiling face was replaced with angry, and serious one

🦋- You buried your face in your hands as you cried in an attempt to quiet your sobs

🦋- You couldn’t believe what was going on, it was supposed to be an innocent prank you thought, how long did Shinobu want to break up with you?, did she stay with you longer because she pitied you ? Your head began to feel dizzy as it raced with questions

🦋- Suddenly Shinobu removed both of you hands and looked you in the face, her large purple eyes meeting yours

🦋- She then said the words you were both happy and surprised to hear,

🦋- “ I got you “

🦋- Le gasp??

🦋- “ My, My y/n did you actually think I’d ever break up with you? You’re mine for ever” she leaned in and placed a kiss on your temple

🦋- She could see the confusion all over your face and took it upon her self to explain

🦋- What happened was days prior to your prank you told Mitsuri that you were gonna do it, but Mitsuri isn’t the best at keeping secrets so during a conversation between her and Shinobu she accidentally told her of your prank

🦋- When Shinobu learned about the prank she didn’t tell you she knew and she asked Mitsuri not to tell you either, she had a way better idea instead, which was to pull the same prank on you

🦋- After she was finished explaining you became a bit embarrassed that you actually fell for it, but you didn’t get mad at her because that would make you a hypothetic seeing you were trying to do the exact thing to her

🦋- She led your head to her lap and gently rubbed your head in an attempt to try and calm you from your pervious sad emotion

🦋- Since this is Shinobu we’re talking about she teased you about how your prank back fired for a couple of days

Mitsuri

💖- She was on edge for most of the day because you were acting strange towards her

💖- Since it was a break up prank you decided to avoid her for the whole day so when you did the prank it seemed somewhat natural

💖- but Mitsuri obviously didn’t know that was the reason you were avoiding her she thought you were because she did something bad to you

💖- because she loves you so much she respected your choice and let you have your space for the day, she could just talk about what was bothering you later

💖- She decided to make you and her some sweets while she waited

💖- When she was done, she put the sweets into a basket and took them to your home, she was hoping to talk out what was bothering you

💖- When you both settled down in your living room to talk, you had a sad face on and she got worried

💖- It’s like she has a third eye, because before you could even say “I wanna break up with you” she said,

💖- “You’re breaking up with me aren’t you 🥺?”

💖- You could see the fear and saddens begin to show in her eyes and her lips already quivering

💖-You gulped and slowly shook your head, already feeling guilty for the pulling the prank

💖- She immediately began crying

💖- She tried to say something but she was crying so much not one word was able to escape her lips

💖- She tried to wipe away her tears and not think about it but that only made it worst and she cried even harder

💖- As she tried to wiped away her tears, the basket of sweets she was holding feel to her feet

💖- She then dropped down to the floor to try and clean up the mess she made, she was crying so much her tears are made her vision blurry which led to her making more of a mess

💖- She used one hand to put the sweets back into the basket and the sleeve of her other wipe her tears

💖- Your heart couldn’t take it anymore, you quickly fell to the floor next to her, you held her face in both of your hands, her pretty green eyes were to shy to meet yours so she looked off somewhere to the side

💖- You explained to her it was just a prank and you didn’t mean it, you also apologized to her over and over again as you explain

💖- Her eyes finally met yours, tears still streaming down her face

💖-“ You- you re-really mean that y/n?” You could still here the shakiness in her voice

💖- Once you confirmed it she buried her face into your chest and continued to cry but this time it was happy and relieved tears

💖- You held onto her as she cried

💖- You both were probably on the floor for an hour or so but you still held onto as she cried, you didn’t care if your body was beginning to ache for being on the hard floor for so long, just as long she got better

💖- When she was done crying she looked up to you and apologized for making a mess with the sweets on the floor, you told her it was okay and you were going to clean it, you also asked if she’d like to make more, the smile you adored so much was now plastered on her face and she vigorously shook her head to you proposal

💖- For the rest of the night you both made every treat you could think of, it’s safe to say she forgive you

Uzui

🔈- For the past week Tengen was annoying the crap out of you with stupid pranks, for example putting way too much spice in your food or pouring cold water on you when you’re sleeping, you were beyond done with his pranks , so now it was time for revenge 😈

🔈- You didn’t even feel guiltily for wanting to do such a prank all you could think it was,

🔈- 💃🕺 He had it coming he only had himself to blame 💃 🕺

🔈- You told the wives about your prank because it would’ve been harder if it was all of them, they insanely loved the idea because they too were tired of his pranks

🔈- You also told them you wanted to do it alone, they agreed and decided to hide behind the shoji doors without Tengen seeing them, because they wanted to see his reaction

🔈- When you two were in a room alone, you went up to him and pretend to be sad and told him you wanted to break up

🔈- He didn’t believe you at first

🔈- He just responded with “oh yeah? are you gonna tell me one of the wives are pregnant now” he chuckled at his own joke

🔈- You tried your best to convince him and tell him you were serious but he just continued to joke about it and teased you

🔈- You we’re starting to get a bit discouraged and wanted to give up but you couldn’t not after all the pranks be put you through

🔈- “Tengen, I’m going to count to ten and if you don’t do or say anything we’re seriously done and I’m leaving” you tried your best to sound threatening

🔈- As you said that you saw a quick flash of worry appeared on his face

🔈-What he’s probably thinking right now,

“ bro I don’t think this is a joke anymore”

🔈- He’s literally freaking out inside, but he still tried to put on a calm and cool demeanor

🔈- As you were counting you looked him dead in the eyes you could see that his calm and cool demeanor was slowly breaking down with each number you called out

🔈- When you reached to 10, you spun on your heel and began to walk to the door way, but Tegen quickly blocked it with his large body

🔈- “ Baby wait please don’t do this” he said as he placed his hands on your shoulders

🔈- He looked at you with such sadnesses and desperation in his eyes, tears already threatening to come down

🔈- He then began to tell you to give him a second chance and he promises to be a better man and boyfriend you deserved, he also promised he’d do anything for you to stay

🔈- This was a very rare side to see for Uzui you must admit, whenever he displayed his love for you it was always passionate and spontaneous, he’s a flamboyant person after all, but right now he’s more gentle and soft it’s honestly adorable

🔈- You then burst out laughing and told him it was just a prank

🔈- His face goes from heartbroken and sad to shocked and confused

🔈- Once you explained to him it was just a prank

🔈- Him being all cocky went,

🔈- “ Haha I knew it was a prank babe, I just- I just went along with it because I felt bad for you” he let out a forced laughed

🔈-“Oh yeah? Then why are you crying?” You poked his check

🔈-“ I AM NOT!, something fell into my eyes” he quickly replied, playfully smacking your hand away

🔈- Soon after the rest of the wives came out laughing at him, he was even more embarrassed to know the whole family was apart of it

🔈- Uzui then stomped out the room and before he left he dramatically shouted,

🔈-“ None of you can have my kisses or cuddles for a week!”

🔈- None of you took him seriously though because you all knew he couldn’t survive a day without touching any of you since he’s a horny ass 😒

#demon slayer #kny headcanons #kny x reader #kny requests #shinobu headcanons #shinobu x reader #mitsuri headcanons #mitsuri x reader #kny uzui #uzui x reader

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