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Just a reminder to myself that Rio is the sexiest mofo to ever sexy.

Can you do a rio (good girls) where reader saves him after Beth shoots him?

a/n: hi!! i had so much time writing this request, i really hope you like it (and i'm sorry it took so long to publish it omg)

pairing: rio x fem!reader warnings: angst, gun violence, trauma, blood, hurt/comfort, swearing, & a little fluff word count: 1.8k

a/n: ok so i wrote a part two 👀

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Ever since you were a kid, you managed to land yourself in questionable, and honestly rather dangerous situations. Whether it was completely unintentional or of your own accord — usually the latter — you were no stranger to risky circumstances.

Yet tonight, even after taking into consideration your poor judgement and terrible decision making skills, you could not help but wonder how the fuck did you end up here?

To say the scene currently unfolding in front of your eyes was shocking would be an understatement. Beth, pointing a loaded gun at Agent Turner, while Rio nonchalantly encouraged — ordered — her  to shoot the man.

Definitely not the evening you had planned.

“You put it all on me so it’s never on you,” Beth exhaled, “Nothing’s ever on you!”

“Yeah, well—” Rio shrugged, “— now you got a bigger problem, don’t you?” He glanced at Agent Turner, before looking over Beth’s shoulder. His gaze locked with yours. If the situation wasn’t so fucked, and your eyes weren’t glossed with tears willing to spill at any given moment, you might have noticed how his expression softened for a brief second.

“You think he’s my problem?” Beth asked, regaining Rio’s full attention. He slid his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. He observed as you hesitantly took step towards Beth, still out of her line of sight but close enough so she would hear you whisper, “Beth, what the fuck are you doing?”

She didn’t respond. Instead, it was Rio who spoke next, “So put on your big girl panties and take care of it.”

“He’s not my problem,” Beth stated sternly which caused Rio to roll his eyes, “Shut your mouth, bitch, okay, and just—

Gunshot.

The weapon no longer pointed at Agent Turner, but at the gang leader himself. Horror mixed with anger spread across Rio’s expression, but before he got a chance to react at the double-cross, Beth fired again.

And again.

Suddenly, everything was in slow motion.

Rio fell to the ground. He was holding his torso, coughing up blood as he groaned in pain. His body shaking ever so slightly, his breathing raggedy. Once he hit the floor with a thud, his eyes locked with yours again. Fear. All the two of you saw was fear.

“Give me the gun,” Agent Turner broke the heavy silence as he reached for the weapon. Beth gave it up without a fight, and they shared a knowing look.

“Let’s get out of here,” She quickly turned to you and grabbed your bicep. You nervously glanced between her and Rio, who began to bleed out. Fuck. Fuck. There was no way you were going to let him just— die...

You proceeded to free yourself from Beth’s grasp, “I’m not leaving him.”

The red-head scoffed, “Are you kidding me y/n?! He’s made our life hell, and now we’re free! We’re finally free!”

“I’m not leaving him,” you repeated, “No-one deserves to die alone.”

She gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Whatever. Suit yourself,” and with that you watched her leave.

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in as soon as she was out of sight. Within a split second, you were kneeling by Rio’s side and hastily slipping off your zip-up hoodie while you assessed his vast injuries.

You curled up the soft material into a ball and pressed it to his largest wound, carefully moving his hands out of the way. Rio flinched at your touch, his eyes lazily finding yours. He looked genuinely scared, your heart ached.

You forced a smile.

“Hey, hey. Rio. Hey, it’s going to be okay. Everything will be just fine...” you quietly reassured, desperately wanting for the words to be true.

Slowly, you moved your free hand to cup his cheek, wiping away any blood with shaky fingers. “You gotta hang on, okay? There are many people that care about you...”

He hung his head and chuckled softly, gagging on his own blood in the process, “T-there uh ain’t a soul that cares about me, ma-ama.”

You shook your head, “That’s not true. I care.”

His lips arched into a half-smile before his eyes trembled closed.

Letting out a hushed sob, you inclined your head in the direction of Agent Turner, “Ehm… I-I don’t exactly know what your protocol is in situations like this but-uhm, but could you maybe give us a minute?”

The man eyed you silently for a moment, and it wasn’t until you let the tears you were holding back finally escape, that he gave in.

“I have a couple of calls to make,” he excused himself and disappeared into a closed-off room at the far end of the floor.

When you heard the door click, you snapped your focus back to Rio, “We have to hurry. Do you think you can stand up?” you whispered, causing him to open his eyes.

Rio coughed, “Y-you should-d leave…”

“I’m only leaving if it’s with you.”

Noticing the determination in your eyes, Rio didn’t dare to protest again. Carefully, you helped him up on his feet. He draped one arm around your shoulders, his fingers now intertwined with yours, while you slid one arm behind his back. The other hand made home on his chest, the red liquid oozing between your fingers.

If the circumstances were any different, perhaps you would have realised the two of you have never stood this close to one another. If the circumstances were any different, perhaps you would have recognised the feeling in the pit of your stomach as more than adrenaline. No, it was something much stronger.

“We have to be quick,” you reminded him in a murmur and Rio groaned in response. “And as quiet as possible,” you added.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long to get him in the car, which was conveniently left open and parked right outside the front of the building. You helped him in the back seat and fumbled through his jacket in search for the keys.

Before closing the door and jumping in the front seat, your gaze lingered on your hoodie which he continued to press to one of his wounds. The once grey garment was now completely red, borderlining on brown.

Your eyes moved to Rio’s face, all bloody and paler than you’ve ever seen him. Swallowing your breath at the sight, you seriously hoped you had enough time to save him.

~~~

Someone was squeezing his hand.

Every part of him hurt, deep throbbing pain, yet all he really felt was the gentle grip around his fingers. It was nice. Soothing even. A feeling he could definitely get used to.

It took all the strength he had to open his eyes. He took a moment to adjust to the light before analysing his surroundings. The room was unfamiliar, and normally that would be a red flag, yet instead of thinking about where the fuck he was, his gaze focused on the person holding his hand. You.

You were sleeping. Propped on a chair pushed in close to the bed he currently lay in, your head resting on your own arm, while the other hand was glued to his. You looked exhausted, although, he deducted, still a million times better than him.

And as he observed you silently, a small smile creeping up on his features, you fluttered your eyes open.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake.”

“H-hey…” Rio croaked, while you slowly sat up.

Your grasp left his, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t instantly miss the sensation. Thankfully, you didn’t go anywhere. Instead, you reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and helped him take a sip.

“How are you feeling?” you asked. The tone of your voice filled with genuine concern, and he suddenly remembered how you told him you cared about him. He wondered whether that was true. You did get him out of there, save his life. That had to count for something, right?

“Like I’d been shot three times, mama.” Rio replied, lips twirling into a smirk.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Guess you’re all better if you’re making jokes about this.”

“Not the first time I was shot, won’t be the last.”

Rio was quick to notice you didn’t appreciate his response. Your usually soft features, hardened, and tears formed in the corners of your eyes. He reached out a shaky hand to grab yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Where are we?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Someplace safe. Someplace no one will find us,”

“So—“

“No one knows we’re here,” you reassured, “Or… uhm… t-that you’re alive,” you added, nervously glancing down at his hand attached to yours. People don’t usually take news of their death well.

However, Rio didn’t seem to mind, “Good, mama. That’s real good.”

There was a brief moment of silence. Rio’s attention was solely focused on you, taking in every inch of your perfect face, while you rubbed circles into the palm of his hand. He could tell you were deep in thought, as you chewed on your bottom lip. What you were thinking however, contradicted the bravery you’ve felt since the shooting. Suddenly, you were afraid of the consequences of your actions. Afraid of what’s to come.

“What will happen now?” you wondered out loud, hesitantly meeting Rio’s gaze.

“You saved my life, mama. No matter what happens, I’ll protect you.”

The promise made your heart flutter. Something about having him on your side, looking out for you, was exhilarating. The sensation didn’t last long however, as you remembered how you landed in this situation.

“What about Beth? And the others?” you enquired, because you cared about them and despite Beth’s mistake, you wouldn’t want something bad happening.

“Don’t you worry your pretty head about them.”

“But you won’t do anyth—“

“Come here,” Rio cut you off. He patted the spot on the bed next to him and patiently waited for you to abide.

A few days ago, you wouldn’t have. A few days ago, you wouldn’t be half as complacent around the charming crook. Having him almost bleed out in your arms however, well… that changes things. It definitely affected how you feel about him and how much you’re willing to show it.

After making yourself comfortable, you gently placed your head on his shoulders, carefully so as to not irritate any of his injuries. He licked his lips, smiling to himself, because he too felt different about you. Stronger.

Rio placed a delicate kiss on top of your head. “You’re my girl now,” he murmured into your hair. The proclamation caused you to look up at him. A mix of adoration and confusion spread across your features, as you met his inviting gaze.

“You’re the only one who’s important to me, mama.”

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“I think “De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas” is a good representation of the guys who are dead, Pelle and Øystein. I think about it regularly. It’s weird to think that they played two gigs in Norway and four abroad, just six concerts. And they never even saw the record come out. I’m here, years later, traveling the world playing those songs. I’ve played them hundreds of times. I think about them sometimes, and about how little they got. They never really got it going, but we’re still out there rolling on. When we play those songs on stage I often think about Øystein, if there’s something there he would have liked. Some venues and festivals have some special charm, you come in and think, “hey, this is nice…” Some days when the audience is really into it and it’s a cool place and it’s all good, I think, “ Øystein should’ve seen this… I wish he was here now.” It’s the same with Pelle, but it’s more with Øystein. When I’m sitting backstage in some club somewhere in the world, I think about them. Would they be proud, too? I imagine them looking down on me with these huge smiles. They’re so happy they could just go on and die and not give a fuck about anything, and leave the hard work and toil to me. Not getting paid much, going through a hell of un-luxury and labour, and they’re just reaping the legend. They pat me on the shoulder now and then and tell me, “Good work.” I know if I had died, Pelle would be out there thinking the same about me. Maybe not Øystein, but I know Pelle would. Why do you think he wrote a suicide letter when he did it? He still wanted something. Many people who kill themselves don’t want anything, that’s why they do it. But he had something. He talked about “going to the other side”, but it wasn’t just that. He wanted to be remembered as a legend, too. His character, his alter ego. He would be really proud and happy to see that it’s all been sliding on. He even wrote it in his suicide note, “I’m leaving some lyrics for you guys…” Think about it, “Life Eternal”?”

- Necrobutcher, about De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas, from the book in the 25th anniversary boxset of the album.

I dislike seeing photos of Pelle's suicide or post-mortem stage. I find it sad and distasteful.

Because, imagine being a sibling, friend, grandparent, or any one else that's family and you see pictures like that. The extremity and goriness of it all. It's not something someone should see. It's not something someone should spread.

You can like someone, but it's always good to think of their loved ones in the process.

Instead of glorifying someone's heavy and troublesome psychology and trying to profit off of it, we should respect the dead.

† May he always rest in peace. †

𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

eddie munson x female!reader

word count: 7k words

summary: when you see something you weren’t supposed to jealously pays you a visit. eddie can’t believe what’s gotten into his usually quiet girlfriend, but he has no problem reminding you that he’s yours.

warnings: established relationship, shy/quiet reader (i say this rather loosely, its more of reader being embarrassed about being jealous), porn with a plot, heavy mentions of jealousy, eddie enjoying said jealously, teasing, smut, kissing, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, p in v sex, unprotected sex.

authors note: i had this idea a while ago and finally decided to bring it to life. it’s different from what i’ve written for eddie thus far but i hope it’s just as good. my editing job might not have been the greatest so i apologize. i really really hope you all like it, im very nervous about this one so yeah! take it easy on me!

You were unfamiliar with the feeling that had settled in your chest as you watched the scene in front of you. Your mouth was suddenly tainted with a bitter taste, like biting into a berry that was not yet ripe enough to enjoy. A taste that made your face scrunch up, swallowing thickly in hopes of getting the acrid flavour out of your mouth.

Your hands were clammy as you pushed down the fabric of your skirt, smoothing it out against your skin. You were unable to tear your eyes away, watching every movement from inside the classroom closely.

Eddie was sitting on top of one of the desks, his face was contorted in annoyance and pain. His mounds of hair sat low on the back of his head in a messy bun. A bun that was held together by a bright green scrunchie.

One section of hair was left out and it was currently in the hands of Chrissy Cunningham. She was carefully combing through it, a disgusted look on her face as she pulled out bits of what looked to be chewed up gum.

On one hand you were curious, wondering how the hell Eddie had managed to get gum in his hair. More importantly wondering who had been stupif enough to help get him in this situation.

On the other hand there was a burning sensation making its way through your body. A surge of mixed emotions, a monster inside you rearing its ugly head.

You were aware that jealousy was one of the many emotions that the human psyche was capable of. It was normal, a common thing people experienced but you couldn’t help but be utterly embarrassed that it was happening to you.

“Jesus!” Eddie yelped loudly, grabbing the back of his neck after his hair was tugged on rather harshly. Chrissy winced softly, muttering a string of apologies as she took the piece of hair back in her hands, working some water through it.

She was just helping him. You tried to rationalise, taking a deep breath as an attempt to calm your anxious state. Part of you felt ashamed for feeling how you did. You knew Eddie loved you and you didn’t need to worry about someone touching him innocently. Especially not Chrissy, the girl who sat beside you in English. She was painfully sweet and couldn’t harm a fly even if she wanted to.

It was when she placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly, your calm thoughts slipped away. The intrusive thoughts that were intertwined with jealousy and possessiveness returned like an evil whisper in your ear.

Did she need to touch him so much? You squinted in their direction, your jaw clenching ever so slightly. Eddie never let anyone touch his hair, it took him weeks to be fully comfortable with you touching it and here she was, running her fingers through it repeatedly.

You felt your face heating, your entire body tensing as he nodded his head, reaching over to tap her hand a few times.

You knew he was only thanking her, the whole situation was completely harmless but there was still a stabbing feeling pressing against your heart. You swallowed thickly as you tried to compose yourself, knowing you would never actually find it in you to enter the room.

You weren’t even supposed to be here yet. You thought to yourself, knowing you had only come to search for Eddie in a fit of excitement.

You had finally finished your article for the school's newspaper and wanted to let Eddie read it. Instead you were greeted by a sight that extinguished your excitement like a gust of wind to the flame of a candle.

As if the universe was listening to your pathetic cry for help, the bell rang signalling the end of the second period. You quickly turned on your heel, rushing to get out of the doorway before Eddie could see you. He could read you like a book and you weren’t quite ready to face what he would be like if he knew how you were feeling.

Eddie watched as you stood there in bewilderment, your face flustered as you nearly tripped on your own feet walking out of the room. He felt a bit guilty not seeing you sooner, wondering where you were going in such a hurry.

You sat through your third period, nervously tapping your foot the whole time. You could barely focus on what the teacher was saying, your mind replaying what you saw over and over. Anxiety found a home in the pit of your stomach, curling up there with no intentions of leaving.

You avoided Eddie at lunch, not even entering the cafeteria once the whole lunch period. You thought it would be better to just see him after school, hoping your feelings would subside by then.

The only problem with your plan was that it didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie. He was worried, staring at your empty seat next to him as he wondered where you were. You always ate lunch with them, he can’t remember the last time you didn’t.

Eddie didn’t like this, he couldn’t let go of the idea that something was wrong. He knew the only way to know for sure was by finding you and asking you what he did to make you not wanna see him.

As he stood and gathered his things the table of boys in front of him exchanged puzzled looks and whispers, wondering what had Eddie revved up today. He walked away from the table, pushing the doors of the cafeteria open as he began searching for you.

He walked down the hall where your locker was and he saw you standing behind the open metal door. He was smiling before he even got to you, happy to see that you were physically okay from what he could tell.

You were grabbing your notebook for your next class, a sigh leaving you as you put it into your bag. You were startled as you closed the door of the locker, not expecting to see your boyfriend standing there.

“You avoiding me, sweetheart?” He leaned his head on the locker beside yours, arms crossed over his chest.

He was handsome. There was no denying it no matter how upset you were. You had never seen him with his hair up like this, his bangs laying messily on his forehead, strands of hair flying out of the bun. It only made you burn with jealousy more, knowing that you weren’t the first person to see him like this. Knowing that you weren’t the one to put it up like this.

Your eyebrows knit across your forehead as you gently shake your head. “No, of course not.” Your voice was nerve filled, trembling in a barely noticeable way.

He mimics your movement and shakes his own head, “No? Are you sure?” His voice is smooth like honey as he quiets his voice slightly. “Didn’t see you at lunch.”

Shaking your head again you cross your own arms over your chest, looking down as you avoid his heavy gaze.

He looks up and down the hall before closing the space between you both, knowing you don’t like being too affectionate with other people around. Taking your hands in his he bends down, leaving you no choice but to look at him.

“You can tell me if I upset you.” He whispers, his brown irises stare into your own softly, glimmering with comfort. Eddie’s learnt to be patient with you, it wasn’t easy at first but he’s gotten used to letting you take your time when telling him things.

“You didn’t, Eddie.” You give him a small smile. “I was editing my article for the paper.” You lie, trying not to choke on your untruthful words.

You can tell by the look on his face he doesn’t believe you, looking at you through his thick eyelashes, his eyebrows pressed up as he presses his tongue against his top lip.

Letting out a soft sigh you give him a faint smile. “I came to show you during second period, but you seemed preoccupied.” Your voice came out more pointed than you intended it to, causing you to clear your throat in the hopes that Eddie didn’t notice.

But of course he did. He always notices.

Eddie bites his tongue in his mouth, eyes staring at you knowingly. Normally he would comfort you, apologise and hug you, kissing your forehead in the way he knows you love, the way that makes you melt into him.

But this wasn’t normal, not for you at least. You had been with Eddie for sometime now and yet he had never seen you get even a little bit jealous.

It wasn’t like he did it on purpose, he had no intentions of making you jealous when he got the sticky pink gum in his hair. He didn’t think anything good would come from it.

He had to admit he felt a bit guilty, the little angel on his shoulder reminding him that he should feel bad for you, he should feel bad for accidently making you jealous, for making you worry like that.

However, the little devil on his other shoulder made him feel far from bad. He didn’t feel that bad because the thought of you standing in that doorway flustered and angry that someone was touching him didn’t make him feel guilty, it made his cock strain against his pants.

Before he can open his mouth to speak you squeeze his hand and pull your bag higher on your shoulder. “I’ve gotta run.” You smile weakly. “I’ll come by after school.”

Eddie stood to his full height and kissed your temple as he watched you run off. He was bouncing with amusement and couldn’t wait for the day to be over.

When you arrived at Eddie’s, Wayne was pulling out of the gravel road and heading to work. You waved him goodbye as you walked up the steps to the front door of the trailer. Tapping on the screen door lightly you waited as Eddie came out to open it for you.

He smiled when he saw you, closing the door behind you. “You know you’re allowed to let yourself in, it’s just me here.”

He leans on the closed door, his black ‘Iron Maiden’ tee riding up to expose his happy trail slightly.

You bring your eyes back up to his, setting your bag down on the couch. “I don’t wanna be rude and it’s no big deal.” You mutter innocently, shrugging your shoulders.

“Right, my quiet girl doesn’t wanna be rude.” He playfully smirks, “That would be a big deal, maybe even the end of the world.” He waves his hands dramatically, deepening his voice before chuckling softly.

You nod in agreement, softly giggling at his dramatics. “How was your day?” Eddie mutters, heading looking over his shoulder for a moment before heading for his room.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you lean against the table that sits by his front door. When his back turns to you you’re met with the sight of the silk green fabric in his hair once again.

The fabric that you had somewhat managed to forget about.

“It was okay.” You called out softly, the sour look from before is back on your face, your fingers gripping the table behind you.

“Only okay?” He asked as he came out of his room, tossing his blanket onto the couch. You nod your head, looking at him intently before waving him towards you.

“Come here, please.” You request, standing up straighter.

Eddie smiled at your small ‘please’, always taken aback by your manners. When he comes to stand in front of you, you help him manoeuvre his body so his back is facing you.

“What happened?” You question as you pull the green scrunchie from his hair, throwing it somewhere on the kitchen counter. Eddie jerked his head back slightly, a small hiss leaving his lips, the tangles in his hair being pulled at.

“What’d you mean, sweetheart?” He asked, attempting to turn his head around but you pushed his face forward so he couldn’t.

“To your hair.” You reply softly, trying to hide the slightly annoyed tone in your voice. Gathering the stray hairs back into the bun, you smoothed it out the best you could.

Eddie knows what you’re getting at, he knows you know what happened but you want to hear him say it, you want him to confirm that what you say was real.

“Got some gum in my hair sometime during class, pretty sure it was stuck to the damn chair I was sitting on.” He tells you, listening as you hum in acknowledgement.

“Chrissy saw it and put my hair up, tried to get as much of it out as she could.” He noticed the way you tugged on his hair harder, a small ‘sorry’ falling from your lips.

You took a small hair band from your own pocket, tying it around the thick bun and securing it to the back of his head. You ran your hands along his shoulder before leaning back and sitting on the small table behind you.

Eddie’s lips curled up into an almost arrogant grin, he tried his best to wipe it off his face before turning to you.

He was met with the sight of you wearing a bashful look, like you had been slapped on the hand for doing something you weren't supposed to.

“Is that what this is about?” He whispers, looking down at you with a tilted head.

Crossing his arms over his chest he smiles softly at you, trying to find it in himself to be patient with you and to not accidentally make you upset.

“What are you talking about?” You decide to play coy, shrugging your shoulders, your eyes finding the ground a lot more interesting than it was a moment ago. There’s a soft weight seated on your chest and you can’t quite make out what it is.

“How did you know something was wrong with my hair?” He tests the waters, now being the one wanting to hear you admit to it.

“I was talking about your hair being up.” You conceal, playing with the end of your skirt in a poor attempt to make it seem like you had a reason to look down.

“I saw you.” He admits, “Second period. When Chrissy was helping me.”

He says, “I saw you standing there for god knows how long.” He raised his eyebrows at you before moving closer.

When you first entered the trailer you would have said it was a touch too cold, that the AC might have been on too high. Now you would argue it wasn’t working at all, the space around you suddenly becoming warm, making it harder to breathe.

He nudged your legs open with his knee, moving to stand between them. He brought a hand to your face, the tip of his knuckle brushing against your jaw before pushing your head up to look at him.

His touch was comforting, but you were still burning with embarrassment, knowing what was about to come.

You take a deep breath before slouching, looking at him with a pout. “Eddie..”

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head, “Don’t look at me like that, babe.” He moves his face closer to yours.

“Tell me the truth, tell me what’s got my girl all worked up.” The mocking tone in his voice makes your stomach burn with excitement.

Your eyes close as he moves his hands to your upper arms, rubbing them comfortingly. Your hands are playing with the edge of his shirt, pulling at a loose thread.

“It’s stupid.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s not stupid.” He replies, still unable to wipe the smile from his face. “It’s..kinda cute.”

“Being jealous is cute to you?” You deadpan, eyes opening hesitantly just in time to watch him laugh again.

“So you are jealous then?” He teases, earning an annoyed sigh from you. Your pout is stained to your face now, voice whiny as you look up at him.

“I was coming to show you the paper.” You say, talking faster than usual.

“But when I got there Chrissy was helping you with your hair and, and I just stood there staring at the two of you and I couldn’t look away.”

You were rambling now, admitting to everything all at once. Eddie was beyond entertained, his eyes watching you closely as you ranted. He really thought you were cute now, an interaction worth a few minutes leaving you so flustered.

“You never let anyone touch your hair, let alone put it up and-“ You’re struck by the way your boyfriend looks right now.

Standing between your legs, nodding along with what you’re saying. He’s wearing a dark look, teasing you with his eyes as he watches you stop. He’s turned on.

“And?” He teases, he brings your hands to his lips, kissing them softly. He kisses each knuckle before flipping them over, gently running his plump lips along your palm.

“A-and.” You stammer, watching as he brings his eyes up to yours, lips still pressing into your skin. Your eyes feel heavy as you watch him, head becoming cloudy and before you know it you blurt out loudly.

“You’re mine, Eddie!” Your face burns hot again, that weight in your chest makes you feel like you’re drowning. Eddie smiles against the skin of your hand, nodding his head as he kisses the tips of your fingers.

“I’m yours.” He confirms, moving to the next finger.

“You’re right, sweetheart.” He hums, “I’m yours and no one else should be able to touch me, is that it?” His pupils grow as he looks at you, you can barely see the brown in his eyes anymore.

You swallow as you slowly nod your head, your confidence growing at his words. Eddie drags the tip of your pointer finger along his lips.

“Need to remind you, don’t I?” He says lowly, letting you take control as you pull down on his bottom lip gently, watching it fall back in place as you let it go.

When you nod, Eddie’s lips curl up into an implying smirk. His thick fingers wrap around your wrist, bringing your hand back to his mouth.

He takes your pointer finger between his lips, sucking on it slowly. You feel his soft tongue drag along your digit, his teeth then going to graze over the same spot. He repeats the motion a few times, not tearing his eyes from yours.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, choking you as if someone had their hand tightly wrapped around your throat. You feel yourself growing wet, small bursts of excitement running from your stomach down to your core.

Your finger is glistening when Eddie removes it from his mouth, leaning over so his mouth is beside your ear.

“I would never be this sweet on anyone but you, baby.” He practically moans, his hot whisper travelling down your spine, leaving tingles in its wake.

“Such a pretty girl…always so sweet, so gentle.” He presses a kiss under your ear. “And I belong to you, I’ve belonged to you since the day I saw you.”

His laugh makes you moan, you don’t mean to but you can help when the soft sound leaves your chest. “Got me wrapped around your finger, Y/n.”

His lips move down, warm kisses being dragged along your neck. “It is cute.” He murmurs between kisses, “You being jealous, all flustered cause someone else was touching what’s yours.” He kisses to the other side of your face, lips trailing up to your other ear.

Leaning into your other ear he hushes his voice, “Had no idea my quiet girl was so greedy, sweetheart.”

He knows what he’s doing. He loves teasing you like this and you knew he would get a kick out of your jealousy. You knew he’d be bursting at the seams to taunt you with this new found information, to make you squirm and whine for him.

“Is that it?” He asks, pulling away from your ear to look into your eyes again. “You don’t like sharing what’s yours?”

You shake your head as you look at him, moving your hands up to hold his face. “I don’t wanna share.” You whisper, brushing his bangs back.

His smile is the most stunning thing you had ever seen. His pretty teeth peaked out as it grew, little wrinkles forming around his eyes.

An outsider looking in wouldn’t expect Eddie to have such a pretty smile, but behind the dark clothes and the metal music there was a smile that was like a ray of sunshine beaming through the window of a dark room. It was all yours to enjoy.

“You don’t have to share.” He says matter of factly, shrugging his shoulders. “I love being yours, Y/n.”

You pull his face towards you, kissing him feverishly. Eddie tastes faintly of cigarettes, a taste you have grown to love, a taste that is completely and undeniably, Eddie. The kiss is one filled with passion, it’s hungry yet filled with love, it’s needy but you both take your time with it wanting to feel each other.

Pulling away from him your chest heaves, pushing his face up as you kiss down his neck. You feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, a silent encouragement for you to kiss the skin there harder.

You suck on the skin that covers the hard spot harshly, your teeth sliding against it as you purposely try to leave a bruise on his skin.

“Jesus Christ, babe.” Eddie groans, his hands make their way to your bare thighs, pushing up underneath your skirt. Feeling satisfied with yourself you let go of his skin, kissing the area where his skin is now bright red.

He chuckles as he looks back down at you again, “Did you just mark me?” He asks, voice laced with that teasing tone again.

You nod your head, biting your lip before you smile widely, “Mine.” You whisper.

“Yours.” He confirms, his voice a soft whisper.

“Show me, Eddie.” You nearly whimper, “Please.”

Eddie couldn’t fathom how perfect you are. He never saw himself ending up with someone so sweet, so beautiful, he was never that lucky.

Yet here you were, sitting beneath him looking up at him with those eyes that made him melt, giving into you with the slightest gaze into them.

“Here you go with those manners again.” He says, “Always a good girl, huh?”

You moan again, it’s whiny and loud this time. You’re growing impatient and just want his hands on you.

As always, he knows.

Eddie hooks his hands under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the small table. He pushes your skirt up to your waist, letting the material scrunch up there before pulling your panties down with two fingers.

“These are pretty.” He hums, “Might have to hold onto them for a while.” He looks at the pink cotton before subtly sliding them into the pocket of his jeans, causing you to giggle and let out a soft ‘mhm’.

Your eyes widen as you watch Eddie slowly bend down until he’s kneeling in front of you. You tilt your head down further, watching him closely.

You had never seen him this eager, kneeling in front of you, his eyes focused on your cunt like it was the most interesting thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

He opens your thighs further, planting kisses on the doughy skin. His fingers dig into your flesh deeply, squeezing it as his lips get closer and closer to where you want him.

Eddie coos as he pulls your pussy apart, seeing your slick glisten near your entrance. He licks his lips before looking back up at you with gentle eyes, a silent way of making sure this was still okay with you. You don’t say anything, opting to place your hand over his hand, the one that holds your leg open.

He places a chaste kiss on your clit, letting you feel his warmth against you. You push into him when you feel his tongue dragging from your entrance back up to where he left that first kiss. Eddie can’t help but moan against you, the taste of your sweet nectar never failing to drive him to the edge, making him need more.

He repeats his motion a few times, spreading your slick and his spit all over your throbbing cunt. His licks come to a stop as he turns his focus to the sensitive skin of your clit. He sucks it softly, in the way he knows you love. Repeated little motions, his tongue gently pushing into your wet skin.

Your hand finds his hair, pushing your fingers through the tied back mane to pull his head closer to you. Your hips begin pushing into his face involuntarily, chasing after more pleasure, not that it can get much better than this.

“Eds..” Your breathy whimpers are music to his ears, causing him to hum around your sensitive bud. The vibrations only adding to your pleasure. He laps his skilled tongue through your folds again, going back and forth between motions.

Eddie is good at making you cum like this. Maybe it was all the practice you’ve let him have, his only incentive was being able to hear you like this. Letting out breathless moans, whimpering uncontrollably as his name leaves your mouth like a prayer. He loved the feeling of you cumming on his tongue, trusting him enough to witness this intimate act up close.

Your tiny hole is clenching around nothing, Eddie can feel your body twitching into him and his only focus is on keeping his rhythm. You're holding his head in place now, your hips found a steady pace to push into him long ago. You feel the buildup coming to a near end, your eyes screwing shut as you chase it.

Your core is burning hot, feeling like it’s on fire but nearly about to explode. Your moans are consistent now, a repeated whimper leaving your lips.

“Shit, Eddie.” You’re nearly breathless, fingers gripping the table for dear life. “R-right there.”

Eddie squeezes your thigh, a silent sign of encouragement, one that your boyfriend knows you need in order to obtain the reward you so badly deserve. Especially after the day you had.

Your head grows foggy as your orgasm blooms, exploding in the depths of your stomach and taking over the rest of your body. Your body shakes with pleasure, one final scream of pleasure leaving your chest as your grip on Eddie’s head loosens completely.

He helps you ride the wave, his actions coming to a stop slowly. He moves to kiss your thighs again, soft kisses being peppered along as he mutters soft praises. You tap his hand a few times, a plea for him to come up to you, and so he does.

His thick palms still rubbing your legs soothingly as he stands, smiling at the sight of the lazy smile on your face.

“Look so pretty right now, sweetheart.” He smiles, bringing his head down, he kisses you, his lips taste of you now, another mark you’ve left on him momentarily.

You pull away from him, pushing on his chest as you wrap your legs around his middle. Your arms do the same, wrapping around his neck as you whisper. “Can you sit on the couch? Please, Eds.”

Eddie doesn’t waste a second, lifting you up and taking a few steps to the couch. He slowly sits down while still holding you, not wanting to hurt you by accident.

“Can we take this off?” He asks, fingers already holding the hem of your shirt. You nod eagerly, putting your arms up to help him.

He throws your shirt somewhere, hands moving to rub across your tummy and up your waist. The coolness of his rings gives you goosebumps, the sensation was nice but unexpected.

“Yours.” You say, biting your lip as you watch him remove his own shirt. Eddie’s pale skin is littered with small splotches of black ink, the sight of them never failing to make your lips fall apart is delight. Your fingers come up to trace the one near his shoulder, delicate fingers running over it.

Eddie’s hands go back to your waist, massaging your hips as he lets you admire him. “Was thinkin’ of getting a few more soon.” He mutters, not missing how your eyes look up at him, eyebrows raised with what he makes out to be excitement.

“Don’t tell me anymore.” You smile, running your fingers along the bats that fly upon his skin. “I want it to be a surprise.”

He pulls you into him further, a smile tugging at his pink lips. “Okay, babe.” His hands pressed into the small of your back, “But you can’t be mad if you hate them. They might be a little-”

You cut him off by grabbing his face, an attempt to bring his rambling to an end. You loved hearing him get excited, listening to Eddie talk was one of your favourite things but right now it wasn’t what you needed.

You needed him inside you, needed to feel him stretching you out as you sank further and further on him.

“Eddie.” You say sweetly, “I wanna ride you.” You confess, face heating at the sound of your words rolling off your tongue. “Is that okay?”

The noise that leaves him is a borderline growl, his hands coming to rest on top of yours on his face. “I’m yours, remember?” His eyes are dark again, studying you. “Take what you want from me, baby.”

You playfully push his chest, prompting him to lay back on the couch and so he does. He puts an arm up on the back of the couch, watching you as you begin to unbuckle the metal belt clip that adorns his hips.

Finally getting the buckle unclipped you unbutton his jeans. Eddie lifts his hips, his hands coming back down to help you pull the rough fabric down just enough for you to get his cock out. You take the time to take your bra off, letting it fall to the ground under you.

You can see his cock pressed against his boxers, the sight of the outline of his hard shaft making you whimper with excitement. Pulling his boxers down you take his cock into your hand, there's a few drops of precum oozing from his red tip. You rub your thumb over it, spreading the milky liquid all over.

Stroking his cock you kneel further into the couch, hovering over him. Eddie brings his hand to your hips, helping you remain steady. You press his cock into your entrance, taking in a shaky breath as you slowly sink down onto it.

Your gummy walls accommodate his size, stretching around his girth with a dull ache. Your mouth hangs open, the burning sensation dissipating more and more as you slide down further.

Small whimpers leave your mouth as you sink down on him, they are whiny but soft. Eddie hisses as you slide down further, his head thrown back more than before as he feels your tight walls wrap around him snuggly.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He groans once you’re fully seated on him, your palms pressing on his bare chest.

Eddie loves this more than he thought he would. You’re just about as close as you can be, your two bodies connecting so deeply it fogs his vision.

You take a moment, staring into his chocolate eyes as you let the burning fade away completely. Eddie doesn’t rush you, he never rushes you. Giving you all the time you need to get used to his size. He’s in no hurry anyway, he’d stay like this forever it it meant getting to be inside you.

He rubs your hips soothingly, small whispers of praise pouring out of him. “There you go, baby. So beautiful with my cock in you.”

You whine in agreement, your hips beginning to move against his. You only grind at first, enjoying the way Eddie’s length sits inside you. His neatly trimmed curls brush against your clit teasingly, making you push against them harder.

Your slick has spread all around your thighs, the sticky feeling becoming apparent as you lean into Eddie. Your pussy slides up his length slowly before you push back down on it again. It takes you a moment to find a good pace, but once you do you stick with it, steadily bouncing on him.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He moans as he hears the wet sounds of your pussy sliding up and down on him.

Eddie’s eyes are trained on where your bodies connect, focusing on the sight of his cock disappearing into your warm walls. He loved watching your pretty cunt open up for him, your lips wrapping around him with ease, like he was made to be inside you.

“You’re so deep.” You moan, your hands moving up to grip his shoulders. There are tears brimming your eyes, you're not in pain rather overloaded with pleasure.

“I know, baby. You’re taking me so so well. ” He coos gently, his nails raking down your back.

Eddie discovered long ago you like when he scratches you like this, his nails digging into your skin showing you how good you feel around him.

You forgot why you were jealous in the first place.

With his cock filling you to the brim, his hands all over your body. The only noises in the room were moans and whines of pleasure followed by the dirty sounding squelches of your pussy.

There was no need to be jealous when you got to have him like this, all to yourself.

Eddie slides down the couch slightly, pulling you closer to him as he decides to take control. Your breasts press to his bare chest, your skin moulding together as Eddie begins slamming his hips up into you. The sounds of skin slapping together fills the room, a sinful mewl pours from deep within you as you push your head into his neck.

“You’re all mine too, sweetheart. Don’t you forget that.” He groans into your ear, his knuckles have gone white as he grips your ass firmly.

You’re both turning into sloppy messes, sweat dripping down your bodies as he continues to plough into you with all that he can. This is what you both wanted. It’s what you both needed. To show one another you belong to them, through and through.

No one else could ever fill the spot in Eddie’s heart that you had created. Eddie needed you constantly, he craved you every second of every day and he hoped that this would make that clear to you. You were all he ever wanted, and all he would ever need.

Your second orgasm begins forming out of nowhere, it creeps up on you through all the intense pleasure you were feeling. Your nerves were on fire, body growing weak as all your energy was being put into pushing your hips into him. You were growing hazy, a brain fog taking over as Eddie filled your every sense.

“Eddie, I love you.” You whimper, lifting your head to hold his face again.

There’s a nearly fucked out grin on your face. A vulnerable state taking you over as you pour your heart out to the handsome man below you.

Your heart flutters as he reaches one hand up for a moment, rubbing your cheek with a few soft strokes.

“I love you too, baby.” He smiles, a groan leaving him as he feels your walls clench around him.

He moves that same hand down to rub slow circles on your bundle of nerves, helping you reach that high he so desperately wants you too. You’re both chasing the same thing, no one has to say it aloud for you to both know it. You both want to cum together, want to be vulnerable together because as Eddie once said, ‘It doesn’t get much better than that.’

The dull ache in your tummy becomes unbearable, your nails scratch down his chest as a pathetic moan exits you.

“I know, Sweetheart. I know.” He comforts you, letting you feel the sensitive drag of his cock inside you a few more times.

Your brush some hairs that escaped the bun from his sticky face, feeling the twitch of his cock slightly as his thrusts grow sloppy. He’s close, you know from the strangled groans he’s letting out that he needs to cum.

“Show me that you’re mine.” You whine, “Wanna cum with you, need you to fill me up, Eddie.” Your voice breaks at the end of your plea, Eddie grips onto you as tight as he can.

“Gonna give it to you, all of it, baby.” Eddie groans. “Have your tight cunt so full of me.”

There’s only a few more thrusts before you feel the coil in your stomach snapping. White hot pleasure pulses through you, your body falling on his weakly as your tight muscles clench around him completely.

Eddie gives you one final hard thrust before he’s gone rigid, coming undone underneath you. He paints your walls with his seed, your cunt draining everything he had left in him.

Repeated noises leave him as he pulls you close to him, whiny moans, repeated whispers of your name as his chest heaves up and down.

You remain like that for a moment, until the world slows down again and you both catch your breath.

Eddie rubs your back soothingly, whispering sweet nothings to you as you rest on him. Your thighs ache and you don’t think you’re gonna be able to stand, feeling small vibrations in your legs.

You groan softly as you sit up, looking down at Eddie. You’re about to attempt and get up but he grabs you.

“Let me help, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” He mutters, aiding you as you wince, pulling his cock out of you. He sighs as you do, his cock twitching at the movement from being so sensitive.

He places you beside him, pulling your legs over his bare lap. He traces his fingers along your calves, rubbing your skin over and over.

You watch him intently, taking in these few moments of peace. Nothing else matters right now, it’s just you and him soaking up eachothers company.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, tilting his head to look at you. You nod weakly, letting out a quiet giggle.

“Your hair looks good like that.” You whisper, admiring him once more. “Makes you look really pretty.”

There's a soft pink creeping up on his cheeks as he reaches to feel the bun on his head. “It’s comfortable, hairs not in my face so much.”

“You’ll have to let me do it for you more often.” You say, resting your head on the rough material of the seat. Eddie laughs, slapping your thigh playfully.

“Only you, I know.” He whispers, pulling you closer before kissing your lips a few times.

“Hey.” You pout, “Remember how you got jealous when you saw Steve cleaning my hand when I cut it?”

Eddie makes a puzzled face, bringing his head back.

“Me? Jealous of Harrington?” He scoffs dramatically, “That sounds unlikely.”

You roll your eyes and tug on his arm, “If I remember correctly you took off all the bandages when we got home and put new ones on yourself.”

He shakes his head, “You got it all wrong, babe.” He defends, “I had to kiss your cut better, otherwise it wouldn’t have healed properly.” He brings the spot with the small scar to his mouth, kissing it again.

“Had nothing to do with Harrington.”

You shake your head and laugh loudly, making him grin widely. You were content like this, happy even. You knew Eddie was only yours to love.

But a little jealously never hurt anyone, right?

Menace | e.m.

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Telling a guy at a party that you have a boyfriend doesn't seem to deter him. Probably because that guy is your boyfriend and you're too drunk to realize.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Drinking, Major Fluff, Established Relationship, Cute pet names

A/N: Don't ever settle for a relationship if they wouldn't do your night routine for you.

The music was starting to give Steve a headache. Gone were the days of being the keg king and beer pong master, first to have a drink and last to stumble his way home. Now suddenly he was more worried about drunk Robin asking people far too personal questions and even drunker you deciding to play another drinking game because you liked that it had cards in it.

"Please, I'm sincerely begging you, Y/N, just sit down–" you interjected with a whine, staring up at him with heartbroken eyes.

"Steve, the game just started. I didn't even break the circle–" a loud hiccup cut off your slurred protests making Robin let out a squeaking laugh from the seat next to you.

Steve let out a tired sigh, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute before zeroing in on the two of you.

"Well, we're gonna play a new game. It's called sit here while Steve makes a phone call," he said, eyes flickering from yours, wide and disgruntled, to Robin's, half lidded from the joint he had found in her hand, not a clue where she got it from.

"It sounds awful," you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and sinking back into the couch.

"Yeah the name sucks," Robin said, picking up an unfinished drink from the side table next to the couch. Steve snatched it from her before she could press it to her lips because it wasn't her drink and she had thrown in her half smoked joint not even thirty seconds before, the rolled blunt floating around in the dark liquid.

"Rob, stop trying to drink everything you see. You're not aquatic," he hissed, harshly dropping the drink on a table out of her reach.

"Well maybe I'm dehydrated, Steve. You gonna let me die of thirst?" she quipped back, eyes blinking slowly revealing red rimmed irises.

"Then I'll get you a water, Robin," he hissed back, eyes narrowing at her. "But first let me make one single phone call, okay? You're not gonna die of thirst in three minutes."

"I might! I feel my cells disintegrating as we speak!" she exclaimed, eyes wide. You turned to look at her, mouth dropping open slight in horror.

"Disintegrating?" you repeated.

"Every moment that passes–POOF. Another mitochondria bites the dust," she confirmed, giving you a sad smile and a shrug.

"No–" Steve pinched the bridge of his nose.

"That's terrible," you expressed, lips pouting and looking to Steve with an expression of alarm. "That's so sad."

"The saddest," she nodded again as Steve muttered an incredulous "Oh my god."

"We need to do something, Steve! Her mitochondria!"

"My mitochondria, Steve!" Robin echoed you, tone mocking as she smirked at him. Steve felt his headache growing steadily.

"Fine! Fine! I'll go get you a drink! Just stay on this fucking couch. Got it?" When neither of you protested, eyes flickering back and forth between your faces he added a strict Stay like you would a disobedient dog.

He hurried to find the house phone, knowing his timeframe was limited before the two of you wandered off in opposite directions, giving him another wild good chase to corral you together. It was late and he was tired and he desperately needed to call in some back up.

Punching in the numbers, Steve cast distasteful looks at the not so innocent sounds emanating from the bathroom adjacent from the landline. The phone rang for a while, making him fear no one was going to answer until finally the receiver picked up.

"Munson residence," the chirpy voice of Eddie Munson had Steve releasing a short-lived sigh of relief.

"Eddie, it's Steve," he said, pressing close to the wall to avoid two girls swaying dangerously and stumbling past him with mirroring green faces.

"Stevie! To what do I owe this pleasure?" Eddie seemed to be eating something as his words were slightly muffled.

"I need you to come get your girlfriend." He tried not to sound like he was begging even though that's exactly what he was doing.

There was shuffling on the line before Eddie's voice rang out clear, "She okay?"

Steve fought the urge to roll his eyes. "She's fine just plastered," he thought for a moment before adding with exasperation, "and like obsessed with card games. And really bad at them so she keeps losing and drinking more."

Eddie's charmed laugh sounded over the static of the receiver. Steve wanted to pull his hair out. Of course Eddie found anything you did endearing. You could insult Black Sabbath and he would still look at you like you put the stars in the sky. You had him completely under your enchantment.

"Just make sure she's not taking any," Eddie replied, his smile drenching his tone.

"Taking any what?"

"Card decks. She likes to collect them."

Steve was quiet. Eddie was quiet. Then Eddie laughed again and Steve had to resist banging his head against the wall.

"Eddie. I'm begging you. Please, just, come pick her up," he said through clenched teeth.

It didn't take Eddie long to reach the house party. You had mentioned where you were going earlier that night, commenting that it wasn't too far from where Corroded Coffin was playing and that maybe he could stop by after. He had agreed under the impression that you would probably be home by the time he was finished because it was far later than you were usually out. So he had headed home thinking you were in bed until Steve had called.

And now he was weaving through a legion of drunk high schoolers, on his way to relieve a very stressed sounding Steve from his never-ending babysitter duties. You were sat on a couch, arms crossed as you glared at Steve and Robin endlessly bickering about something. When Steve saw him he called him over.

"I'm taking Robin home. Good luck with that one because she snuck another drink in when I wasn't looking," Steve grumbled, hooking his arm through Robin's as she whined at him.

"What if I don't want to go home," Robin shot at him, eye brows raising.

"I don't care. It's late and I'm tired so we're leaving," he stated, tugging her towards the door.

"You're not the governor of the universe, Steve."

Eddie watched their retreating forms before turning his attention back on you. Your gaze seemed far away as you looked forward, not seeming to have even noticed his presence. He took few steps towards you before sinking into the seat next to you.

"Hey, trouble," he said, reaching out a hand to brush softly against your cheek.

You pulled away like you had been burned and turned to give him a glare. He lost his breath for a moment, confused by the sudden hostility.

"Can you leave me alone?" Your voice was slurred but it didn't conceal the overt bite to your tone. He felt a bubble of hurt grow in his chest, hand dropping to his lap.

"You want me to leave you alone?" he echoed, slightly bewildered. Hours before coming here you were pouting at him for not being able to join, acting as though it would physically hurt you to be away from him for a night. And now, suddenly, you didn't want him here? Were you mad at him for abandoning you?"

"Yeah. I have a boyfriend, so, you can leave," you bit back. He blinked at you, digesting your words, before relaxing. Your glassy eyes gave no indication that you realized it was him. You weren't mad at him, you were mad at the thought of a random guy bothering you at this party. He couldn't conceal his grin.

"Oh, yeah? What's his name?" he asked, playing along as the tension eased from his body. He wanted to reach out and push your hair behind your ear but restrained himself.

"Eddie. Eddie Munson. And he'll beat you up if he finds out you're bothering me," you proclaimed, arms crossed tightly over your chest as you glared at him, or however many versions of him you were seeing with your blurred vision.

"He will, will he?" he felt giddy at your admission.

He had had moments in your year long relationship where he let his insecurity eat away at him. You were beautiful and kind and alluring. You unconsciously had people gravitating towards you and sometimes he worried that one day someone would turn your head and steal you away from him. But seeing you be so cold to someone even attempting to have a conversation with you, bringing him up immediately, had his heart selfishly warming.

"Yeah and he's on his way to come get me. So try your luck with someone else," you concluded, words slightly garbled as you gave him your best glare.

"How many drinks have you had, trouble?" he asked, laughing incredulously. Your steely glare hardened. You unfolded your arms to poke him harshly in the shoulder.

"You don't get to call me that. Only my boyfriend can call me that," you stated, poking him again for good measure. It didn't hurt him but he feigned pain anyway, hand flying to his shoulder as he sunk back like he was shot.

He opened his mouth to respond but suddenly you were clambering your way off the couch, form swaying as the alcohol in your system made your vision spin. Eddie was up next to you in an instant, gripping your elbows to steady you.

"Easy, sugar. Don't want you face planting," he murmured, trying to bit back his laugh. You halfheartedly swatted him away, making him remove his hands from you only to hover them behind you in case you started swaying again.

"I just told you not to touch me. I'll beat you up myself if I have to," you said, giving his shoulder a light shove that had you stumbling instead of it's intended affect. Eddie ghosted his hands behind your back as you righted yourself, eyes dancing over your flushed face and glazed eyes.

You marched away from him, dead set on avoiding him and finding something to do until your actual boyfriend showed up. Eddie followed behind you like a shadow, eyes alight in amusement as he waited for you to finally realize it was him. You were nearly oblivious to your surroundings, bumping into people, stumbling over loose cans littering the floor. He followed behind, one hand floating to press your back lightly when you wobbled and the other pressing bodies away so you could move easier through the crowd.

When you found the front door and burst out into the cool air of the autumn night, you whirled around to give your stalker a piece of your mind only to freeze when you noticed his wiry curls and amused smirk.

"Eddie!" you breathed, voice airy and light as you tumbled towards him, arms flying to wrap around his neck. He let out a boisterous laugh, arms snaking around your midsection as he squeezed you tight, lifting you slightly from the ground.

"Hi, pretty," he breathed, face nuzzling into your neck to leave a few searing kisses. You molded into him, body relaxing and contented sigh seeping through your smiling lips.

"Eddie, what took you so long! There was this annoying creep who wouldn't leave me alone," you whined, breathing in his cologne and the faint smell of cigarettes. His chuckle vibrated into your neck making chills run up your spine. You pressed in tighter, addicted to his touch.

"Did you tell him to fuck off?" he asked, playing along, smirk widening as he pulled back, finally allowing himself to brush wild pieces of hair behind your ears.

"Told him I'd fight him," you replied and he gave you a bright grin.

"Good girl," he said, pinching your cheek lightly, before leaning in to press his lips to yours. You preened at the praise, stepping on tip toes to deepen the kiss that was making your head fuzzy. He smoothed both his hands on the sides of your face, thumbs resting on the apples of your cheeks, pecking your lips a few more times for good measure before he was reluctantly pulling back.

"Let's get you home, yeah, trouble?" You nodded, eager to go anywhere with him. He took your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it before tugging you in the direction of his truck.

The drive to your house was filled with you animatedly recounting the party to Eddie, who listened with a soft smile on his face. There were moments where your slightly slurred speech and foggy memory made your stories hard to follow but anytime you laughed he did too, your glee contagious and endearing. He had to scold himself to pay attention to the road a few times when he felt his gaze being reeled in like sailor to a siren.

When you arrived at your home, you handed him your bag claiming your keys were somewhere in its depth. He turned the ignition off, the both of you sitting in the car as the heat slowly seeped into the chill of the night. He opened your bag and let out an incredulous laugh. At least three decks of cards were shoved into your small purse, stolen from a fair few disgruntled partygoers who probably wouldn't have suspected you as the thief in the slightest.

"You're a menace, you know that?" he commented, pushing the decks to the side so he could reach for the set of keys glinting at the bottom of the bag. You pouted at him, no clue what he was referring to. He chuckled, leaning over the inner consul to press a sweet kiss to your lips. "A cute one, but a menace."

"C'mon. Let get you inside," he said, unlocking the doors. You were nearly putting all of your weight on him as you headed to the front door of your house, body slung around him like a backpack. He had one arm wrapped around your back, pressing kisses to the top of your head every few steps, your bag looped over his shoulder.

As he fumbled with the lock, keys rattling against the metal of the doorknob, you mumbled something about your family being away when he winced at the noise he was making. And once you were inside, door shut behind you, he flicked on a few switches, lighting up the empty house. He dropped your bag and keys on the small table by the door before turning towards you.

With both arms wrapping around you, he bent slightly, his hands moving to cradle the backs of your thighs.

"Up," he commanded. You jumped, letting him hoist you into his arms as you wrapped yours around his neck, legs hooking his waist.

"'M, tired," you mumbled into his shoulder. His chest vibrated as he chuckled, taking cautious steps up towards the second floor.

"I bet. It's nearly two," he replied and you humphed in response. When he made it to your room, he slowly released his hold on you, letting you slide down until your feet touched the ground. You whined against him, not liking the idea of not being completely wrapped up in him.

"Need to get you ready for bed, sugar," he said, reaching around behind his neck to pry your arms away. You whined again but had little strength to resist him. He nudged you forward until the backs of your legs met your bed, causing you to reluctantly sit down, the mattress dipping slightly.

He crouched down so he could rest his weight on his knees, the carpet of your floor cushioning them. You were blinking slowly down at him like you were fighting against sleep. Hand wrapping around your ankle, he undid the laces and slipped off your sneaker, dropping it to the side. He repeated the action with your other shoe.

"I'm gonna get you something to change into, okay?" he said, pushing up from the floor. He kicked off his own shoes next to yours, pulling off his vest and then his jacket, draping them over your desk chair.

Your room was yards cleaner than his own and starkly different. Remnants of your childhood were woven together with band and movie posters, shelves of books, and colorful post-its and polaroids taped to your mirror. He spotted his face in many of them, heart warming each time he noticed yet another one of him you managed to find room for.

He headed for your dresser, pulling drawers open at random trying to find something for you to sleep in. His cheeks warmed at the drawer of underwear he yanked open, the pretty pastels and swirling lace making him swallow harshly. He wasn't here to be creepy he was here to be a doting boyfriend. He opened a few more until he found one of his shirts he thought he had misplaced. Menace, he thought.

When he turned around you had already begun slipping off your pants, kicking around until they flew off your ankles. He walked over to you as you were pulling your shirt over your head. His Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes trailed down the straps of your bra to the curves of your chest, heat rising on the back of his neck. He cleared his throat, averting his eyes as he chided himself. Now was not the time for that. He heard you undo your bra and kept his gaze on your sleepy eyes as he handed you the black T-shirt. You slipped it on without protest.

"Alright, now to the bathroom," he said, patting the side of your bare thigh.

"But I'm tired," you groaned, wrinkling your nose at the idea of exerting more energy.

"I know, trouble, but you still have your makeup on," he said, leaning over to take your hand in his. He held his other one out and you reluctantly grabbed it, letting him pull you up. He maneuvered the both of you into the bathroom. You wobbled against him, eyes squinting shut at the harshness of the overhead light. He let go of your hands to slide them to the sides of your ribcage. Then he lifted you so you were sat on the counter besides the sink.

“Okay, sleepyhead, I need you to direct me through your night routine,” he said, rubbing his hand on the side of your neck. You looked at him through bleary eyes before looking down at the counter. An assortment of bottles and serums and tubs of cream littered the expanse of the white laminate. You blinked heavily before pointing at one.

“That’s makeup remover,” you said as a yawn over took you. He picked it up, unscrewing the top and then staring blankly at you.

“Do I . . . use my hand?” he asked innocently. You giggled softly, leaning back to rest against the wall.

“No, silly. A cotton pad,” you replied, waving your hand in the direction of the cabinet. He found them, dropping a few as he struggled with the zip lock, before pulling one out. He tipped the clear liquid from the bottle, soaking the cotton pad before turning back to you.

“Eyes shut,” he ordered, stepping closer so your legs parted for his thighs. You followed his instructions, eyes fluttering shut as he brought the pad to your face.

Eddie was nothing if not gently when it came to you. The damp cotton brushed softly over your eyelids, over your eyebrows, down your temples, trailing your jaw, over your lips, and in circles on your cheeks. He could tell you were dozing, needing to move his other hand to frame your jaw so your head wouldn’t lull to the side.

Dropping the dirtied cotton pad in the trash, he grabbed a hand towel and soaked it under the tap. It was warm when he brought it to your face, the stitched loops of the towel swirling around as he wet the skin. Dropping it down, he scanned the array of bottles until he found one clearly labelled face wash. He squeezed probably too much onto his palms before moving to massage it around your face. The gel foaming as he circulated his fingers, tender movements nearly putting you to sleep. Your eyes blinked open, finding his focused on his movements, tongue poking out from between his lips in concentration. A balloon of affection blossomed in your chest.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” you mumbled, blinking slowly at him like cat. His movements slowed as heat rushed to his cheeks at your words.

“Well you’re my favorite person in the whole universe,” he said back, moving to rinse the face wash from his hands. He re-wet the small towel and moved to wipe your face down. You pouted at him.

“That’s not fair. I can’t go any bigger than the universe,” you grumbled, unhappy that he outdid you so quickly. He let out an endeared laugh, hand moving to cup the back of your neck as he wiped the foam from your face.

“I don’t play fair, baby. Not when it comes to professing my undying love to you,” he said making you wrinkle your nose. He leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“I missed you tonight,” you confessed as he finished cleaning your face. He rinsed the towel in the sink before turning to look at you. Your head was resting against the wall, eyes half lidded in fatigue but glinting prettily under your lashes. He felt his chest tighten at the sight, his breath stalling for a moment at your effortless beauty.

“I always miss you when you’re not around,” you added. He moved to face you, chest coiling in unbridled affection, hands moving to cage your face in. He swiped his thumbs under your eyes, the soft skin glittering from the water.

“Wish I could be with you 24/7 but I don’t want you to get sick of me,” you continued, eyes fluttering up at him. He thought you might really kill him.

“Not even in an alternate dimension could I get sick of you. Not even in a hypothetical scenario. Not even if my life depended on it,” he replied, moving closer until your noses were almost touching. Your hands snaked around his torso, tugging him closer, bunching up the back of his shirt.

“If you’ll have me I’ll probably be up your ass until the end of time,” he added, making a peel of giggles erupt from you. His eyes squinted as he smiled, leaning in to press his lips to yours, your giggles dissolving into his affection.

“Now, no more being cute until we’re done with this,” he said after pressing yet another kiss to your lips. Your swollen lips chased his to steel another, then another before he was squeezing your sides, making you squirm and laugh as he pulled away.

You leaned back against the wall, eyes drooping as he continued, grabbing your moisturizer and spinning open the cap. He repeated his gentle motions over your face, swiping softly around your eyes and smoothing any tension from your face.

“Brush,” you blinked your eyes open noticing him holding out your toothbrush, toothpaste already sitting on the bristles. Your movements were sluggish but you managed, leaning over to spit in the sink before he was handing you a cup of water to rinse.

You were both quiet for a moment. He watched as you leaned your head back, eyes shut. His hands trailed the sides of your thighs, brushing the skin, squeezing slightly, warming them and making goosebumps appear. His eyes danced around your face, taking in your peaceful features. You were breathtaking even when on the edge of sleep. He was completely enamored with you. He never thought someone could have him so enchanted that he would be taking their makeup off before bed and making sure they brushed their teeth but you had sent him one dazzling smile and he was lost in a sea of desire to take care of you for as long as he lived.

“Alright, ready for bed?” he asked, affectionately brushing his thumbs on the tops of your thighs. You nodded, slumping forward to wrap your arms around his neck. He tugged you forward, hands slinking under your thighs to pull you up into his arms.

He laid you gently on your bed, pulling the covers down so you could slip your legs in until he was moving the duvet up over you. He wandered back over to your dresser, digging back into the bottom drawer where he knew a treasure trove of his clothes was hidden, never to be seen in his closet again. He slipped off his pants and then shirt, pulling on an old Van Halen T-shirt, the ratty edges brushing against the waistline of his boxers. 

"You're staying, right?" your sleepy voice rang out from the bed. He kicked his pile of clothes to the side, knowing you were going to chide him for it tomorrow.

"Wouldn't dream of leaving," he answered, pulling off his rings, the silver clanking as he dropped them on your desk. 

He hurried to shut the lights off before he was crawling in beside you, finding your sleepy body in the dark and pulling you into him. You let out a contented sigh, warm breath tickling his neck, making him pull you in even tighter.

He wasn’t sure how he had gotten so lucky. Nothing seemed to compare to finally being in your arms, breathing in the smell of your perfume and feeling the smoothness of your skin. His lips traced your hairline, leaving soft honeyed kisses around your forehead and down over your eyelids. You smiled into the darkness, tilting your face up in a silent beg for more. He kissed your nose, his eyelashes dusting the tops of your cheeks.

"Love you," you whispered, melting against him and his warm lips. You felt him smile against your cheek.

"Love you more," he whispered back, a kiss following his admiration.

“Love you times a million,” you added, hoping finally to win a battle of affection.

“Love you times infinity,” he replied. You let out a whine at him one-upping you yet again but he just chuckled in fondness, teeth nipping at the plumpness of your cheek until he was seeking out your lips again, to press a dozen more kisses until you inevitably fell under the spell of sleep, dreaming about him and his big brown eyes and warm kisses and how very very lucky you were.

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Michael Myers - Masterlist

Last updated: 11/22/21

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headcanons

Michael with a sweet & gentle s/o

Being childhood friends with Michael and reuniting would include

Michael taking care of fem!teen reader bc their family neglected them

part two ^

Michael with a s/o that has uneven eyelids/crossed eyes & likes to stare at him bc he doesn't judge

Love languages

Michael with a s/o who's a veterinarian/loves talking about dogs

Michael taking care of sick! s/o

Michael with a small! s/o

Michael with a video game-streamer! s/o

Sleeping with Michael would include (sfw & nsfw)

Michael comforting/protecting s/o from toxic family

Michael with insecure!s/o who wears glasses

Michael playfully hunting his s/o

Michael's reaction to his s/o coming out as bisexual

Michael with a vampire s/o

Michael with a wolf s/o

Michael's reaction to his s/o cuddling him

Michael with a romantic at heart s/o

Michael's reaction to his s/o trying to scare him

Michael with a s/o that struggles to eat (tw: ED)

Michael's s/o teaching him how to read & write properly (fluff/crack)

Michael with trans masc s/o

S/o comforting Michael after a nightmare

Michael accidentally killing his s/o

Michael with a plus size & bimbo s/o

Michael trying to comfort s/o who has bad period cramps

SFW Alphabet

drabbles / one shots

NSFW Alphabet

Innocent S/O

OG Michael taking care of teen!reader

Forever (fluff)

stay (light angst & fluff)

michael feeling affectionate (fluff)

Michael's s/o puts makeup on him (fluff)

a foreign rush of love (smut)

Michael calling his s/o a pet name for the first time (fluff)

S/o showing Michael how to make a gingerbread house (fluff)

Michael kissing his s/o on the forehead (fluff)

Michael takes off his mask for the first time/his s/o comforts him (fluff)

Teaching Michael how to hug you (fluff)

Michael's reaction to his s/o wanting to break up

bittersweet tragedy (angst)

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How would Erik react to reader coming for help to him first, than to any other person? Maybe reader being a little sick or anything other, just that they need help with something. I can imagine a lot of fluff here😤 oneshot or headcanons, that's up to you <3

Erik Destler (Phantom)

— headcanon.

I'm so sorry this is late! It's been in my drafts for months 😭 anyways, I hope you're still up to reading this and that you enjoy it. <3

Erik won't show it too strongly but he is so touched by the fact you went to him first, out of people. His insecurities are stripped away within seconds- your need for him is something he won't ever take for granted.

If it's because you're sick, he will immediately start making you some warm tea and order you to rest, playing soft tunes to help you fall asleep.

Once you're asleep, he will caress your face with his gloved hand so affectionately, doting eyes lingering longer than usual.

If you go to him for advice, he is confident.

Erik is a very intelligent man and will definitely help you in any way. He finds himself feeling a rush of pride when this happens.

But nothing will overpower the emotions he feels when you run to him for protection.

Erik provides you an intense feeling of comfort and safety, it's impossible to ignore it. So out of instinct, you run to the masked man, the infamous opera ghost.

He's spent so much time watching over anyways- it's only natural for him to be protective and possessive.

If possible, he falls more in love - and that says a lot. 

Erik will remember this forever and every time he thinks about it, that feeling he felt that day is just as strong.

This man is like a fangirl when a famous idol likes their tweet or some shit like that. He is your biggest fan and will obsess over things all the time.

You make him feel loved - vise versa.

How would Erik react to reader coming for help to him first, than to any other person? Maybe reader being a little sick or anything other, just that they need help with something. I can imagine a lot of fluff here😤 oneshot or headcanons, that's up to you <3

Erik Destler (Phantom)

— headcanon.

I'm so sorry this is late! It's been in my drafts for months 😭 anyways, I hope you're still up to reading this and that you enjoy it. <3

Erik won't show it too strongly but he is so touched by the fact you went to him first, out of people. His insecurities are stripped away within seconds- your need for him is something he won't ever take for granted.

If it's because you're sick, he will immediately start making you some warm tea and order you to rest, playing soft tunes to help you fall asleep.

Once you're asleep, he will caress your face with his gloved hand so affectionately, doting eyes lingering longer than usual.

If you go to him for advice, he is confident.

Erik is a very intelligent man and will definitely help you in any way. He finds himself feeling a rush of pride when this happens.

But nothing will overpower the emotions he feels when you run to him for protection.

Erik provides you an intense feeling of comfort and safety, it's impossible to ignore it. So out of instinct, you run to the masked man, the infamous opera ghost.

He's spent so much time watching over anyways- it's only natural for him to be protective and possessive.

If possible, he falls more in love - and that says a lot. 

Erik will remember this forever and every time he thinks about it, that feeling he felt that day is just as strong.

This man is like a fangirl when a famous idol likes their tweet or some shit like that. He is your biggest fan and will obsess over things all the time.

You make him feel loved - vise versa.

Erik Destler (Phantom)

gif imagine + headcanon

NSFW // 18+

☆ erik taking care of your sexual desires would include…

Continuar lendo

One of the things I love most about the novel and one of the best examples of how clever a writer Leroux is is the way Christine’s character is written. We’re expressly told that this is a girl who is grieving, who tries to kill herself, who is going through an extremely traumatic time in her life, yet whenever we see Christine and her interactions with others (with the exception of her conversations with Raoul at the masked ball and on the roof when she’s detailing to him the experiences she’s been through with Erik) she’s shown to be constantly laughing and playful, making fun of Raoul for not liking the cold, teasing him for being scared of heights, laughing when she first meets him again, suggesting playing engaged like it’s a game. All in all we’re shown a character acting very different to what the text is telling us about them which would normally be the mark of a bad writer. However, in the first few chapters of the novel Leroux writes the passage, “None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom, or indifference over his inward joy...In Paris, our lives are one masked ball” and this is exactly how Christine behaves the entirety of the novel, acting playful to cover up the horrid circumstances of her life and idk it’s just a really clear instance of clever writing and I love it

Erik Destler (Phantom)

gif imagine + headcanon

NSFW // 18+

☆ erik taking care of your sexual desires would include…

Continuar lendo

“Eu também tenho medo, te entreguei o meu eu, o meu coração, deixei você chegar onde ninguém jamais chegou, te mostrei o que ninguém jamais poderia ver, você despiu a minha alma por completo e eu já me sinto completamente vulnerável a você. Tudo bem ter medo, eu também tenho, mas mesmo assim eu confiei a você tudo o que eu tinha, por favor não faça eu me arrepender disso. Por favor confie em mim, deixa eu cuidar de você também.”

Eu me sinto estranha, sufocada, presa, torturada por sentimentos que eu mesma inventei. Me sinto afogada nas minhas próprias emoções, aqui dentro está tudo uma bagunça, estou perdida… confusa. Sinto tudo e ao mesmo tempo não sinto nada. O que está acontecendo? Por que estou assim? Por que sou tão complicada? Por que minha mente insiste em inventar problemas que não existem? Qual é o meu problema? Por que me sinto tão mal quando eu deveria está bem?

“Eu tenho mania de disfarçar a minha fragilidade com mau humor. Me torno um ser ríspido e rabugento, que qualquer coisinha fora do lugar me faz explodir, mas no fundo, no fundo eu só estou frágil, só preciso de um abraço e de alguém que realmente se importe, alguém que consiga enxergar a menina meiga por trás da mulher raivosa, alguém que consiga amansar a fera presa dentro de mim, alguém com coragem o suficiente para acolher o meu pior e permanecer ao meu lado.”

— Caren B. 

Erik Destler (Phantom)

gif imagine + headcanon

NSFW // 18+

☆ erik taking care of your sexual desires would include…

Continuar lendo

Sorry I’m not posting much these days! I’m trying to focus on my studies and I’ve been doing more traditional art lately, so it’s not that easy to post. In the meantime, have these sketches :)

Just know that I’m still around and posting my webcomic @a-ghost-on-the-roof every Sunday!

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Erik Destler (The Phantom)

— headcanon.

☆ dating erik would include. . .

* nsfw at the end but not really descriptive.

protective & obsessive.

Erik is madly in love, very possessive and will do anything to keep you safe.

This side of him is all you saw before you even started dating-- as "friends", he'd make sure no one messed with you in the opera house or even dare look at you the wrong way. They'd be silenced immediately.

His possessive behavior caused the need to teach you how to sing. Yes, he knew you had the ability to sing, but he also used this as an excuse to be around you more.

Erik hates not knowing where you are, what you're doing, who you're with, etc.

He's insecure and shows it negatively but really, deep down, he's just afraid to lose you, his angel.

Whenever you're in the opera house, you can always guarantee that he is watching and protecting you from beyond the shadows. He stalks you-- but in his mind, it's all he can do that's acceptable.

passionate & gentle.

If you take away his temper and tantrums, he is actually a very gentle lover to have.

His touches, if accepted, are so sweet.

Erik is only rough on accident when he's stuck in his emotional distress.

He is extremely passionate! Like-- with everything. Music, you, the relationship.

Erik loves singing to you at night or anytime you're feeling down/stressed.

He isn't perfect with words (face to face, that is.) but he will not shy away from writing things out, eventually letting you read whatever it may be.

Very doting in general.

He cares for you so intensely, especially after working on his music. He knows he can ignore the world with ease whenever stuck in his phase of creating. So he makes up for it when he is done or taking a break.

physical touch & praise.

He is touched starved and only knows for human touch to hurt. So please give him time to get used to this aspect of the relationship.

Once he is comfortable, he is always yearning for your touch. Innocently and sexually, it doesn't matter. All he wants is for you to be close to him.

He will caress you with slight hesitation only because he is inexperienced. After he learns what you like or don't like, it's very natural for him to touch you, reading your body language like the back of his hand.

Praise is also natural for him!

He will praise you with many things.

Singing, any art you create, if you reached a personal goal, etc.

He is a teacher, after all.

When you praise him, he will bask in it like no other. Erik won't necessarily ask for your praise but he truly craves it.

who says "i love you" first?

Erik.

Most likely, he will say it after an intense episode of rage or something. But he is genuine with his words.

This man loves you, and even if he doesn't understand the ways he shows it aren't exactly healthy- erik will try to do better at explaining himself.

Whenever you say i love you to him, he will definitely get teary eyed. Those pretty blue eyes so full of emotion; hope and adoration.

showing you his face.

This takes so much time.

It's the ultimate challenge and the most vulnerable moment for him.

After you see his face and truly accept him, Erik is very clingy and feeds off the way you love him so strongly, so genuinely.

Don't rush into touching his face though. It might scare him off. but eventually, please caress him. It'll melt his broken heart into a puddle of unknown sensations.

kisses & cuddles.

Kisses with Erik are always passionate and drawn out, he hates small pecks tbh.

If you were to pull away too soon, he'd grip your wrist and ask for more.

He likes to hold your waist and/or face when kissing you, pouring all the love he has for you into that moment as if tomorrow isn't promised.

Erik is a dominant person but when it comes to to laying down and sleeping, he will silently plead for you to hold onto him.

It doesn't matter if you're on his chest and squeezing him or playing with his hair, Erik loves it very much. He won't deny you affection (unless he is busy composing music, of course) he knows what it feels like to be shunned and denied of love. There's no way in hell he would treat you like that.

Erik thinks you're adorable when you cling to him for whatever reason; you feel safe enough to run to him, and that's all he could ask for honestly.

nsfw.

Erik is gentle when it comes to sex, he often times asks if you're okay, if you're sure, etc.

Won't fuck you- he makes love to you, you are his one and only true love.

Sweet praises will always be whispered into your ear, hands roaming your body as if you're a god/goddess.

You finish first, every time. Your pleasure and comfort is way more important than his own, in his mind.

Aftercare is perfect.

Blind Date

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“What?! Tommy, it’s, I can’t do that,” you told him, honestly. Was he asking you to move in with him? You didn’t know what else to say, the waiter returned with the bill. Reaching for your card, you attempted to pay. But, Tommy beat you to it.

“I already told you, If I take you out. I take you out.” He grinned, you had this argument every single time. “And I’m an independent woman, I like to pay my way,” you told him sternly.

Standing, he helped you with your coat. “You can pay me with dessert.” He whispered, kissing your neck lightly. Small goosebumps appeared over you skin.

“Are you thinking cheesecake?” You laughed, teasing him, knowing he meant sex.

Getting back inside his car, he paused from starting the engine. “Y/n, I meant what I said. I would love you to be there all of the time.” You stared out of the window, into the dark night.

“It’s early days for us Tommy, you have Charlie to think of too,” you didn’t want to come in and intrude on his life.

“Charlie has met you, hopefully you could get to know each other more? Will you think about it, ey?” As the words left his mouth, he wondered what the fuck had happened to him.

Here he was dating, thinking about you all of the time.

Now, he had just asked you to move in.

He hadn’t even lived with Grace properly. She’d got pregnant that quick with Charlie. Yes, he had provided for her. But he hadn’t agreed to live with her. It would have never worked.

“I think it’s too soon Tommy, honestly. I do appreciate the offer of me staying with you, though. This bloody landlord is a nightmare,” you rubbed your temples, stressed.

“Ok, so stay with me until it’s fixed? Yeah?” He kissed you, before you could answer.

Once you had been home to grab some things. You headed back to Tommy’s flat. He was right the place was freezing and no hot water. Shelley had gone to stay with her boyfriend too.

You only packed enough things for three days. Hoping it would be fixed by then.

The next morning you woke up early, even before your alarm. You found yourself entwined between Tommy and the sheets. As you glanced up at him, he was still sleeping. Your head on his chest, naked bodies touching after last nights activities.

You’d never had this much sex with previous partners. It was like he had some sort of hold over you. You wanted him day and night, he knew just what you needed.

You couldn’t help but think about the meeting, with the HR department. Trying to think how to articulate your feelings. Should you tell them about Stalland too? You decided you had to. As you looked at your watch it was 5.30. You had to be up at six.

You snuggled further in to Tommy, feeling his erection graze your leg. Hoping he wasn’t having a sexy dream about someone else. Inhaling his aftershave from the previous evening.

You had flashbacks of you with your legs wrapped around him, scratching his back as you came.

You were getting horny now, thinking about it. Shifting your position, you tried to distract yourself. Think about work, you scolded.

Looking back up at him, he was still asleep. You could always please yourself. You did at home, no, he might catch you.

Sighing you rolled yourself over. His arm reached out to feel where you had gone. “What’s wrong?” He asked, voice husky from too many cigarettes.

“Nothing, sorry, go back to sleep,” you laid on your back, glancing towards him. “That’s a lie,” he said, opening his blue eyes fully.

“You’re horny, aren’t you?” He smirked.

“What? No,” you laughed, trying to hide the fact.

“So you’re wriggling around? Rubbing against me? Huffing and puffing for nothing?” He asked, certain he was right.

“I was hot,” you shrugged, closing your eyes again embarrassed.

“Oh you’re very hot, Y/n,” he smiled, “Just like your cheeks, now I’ve found you out,”

You shrugged, “Don’t know what you mean,”

Could he fucking read your mind? “Ok…so show me,” he stated, leaning against his wrist. “Show you what?” You questioned, unsure.

“Touch yourself for me, show me you are not horny. Show me that beautiful pussy is not wet, ey?” He told you with a nonchalant expression.

“Come on, prove it, I’m waiting,” he pulled back the sheets, revealing your naked body.

You tried to cover yourself, “Don’t be shy, I have seen every part of you,” he whispered, kissing you deeply, just as you wanted more, he pulled away.

Making you frown at him. “Go on,” he encouraged.

Fuck it, you thought. You needed to get yourself off before this meeting, relieve some stress. Sliding your hands down your body, you pulled your nipples as you arched your back. “Fuck, do that again,” he said, getting harder.

You rubbed your breasts, “I’m wishing these were your hands,” you said, arching your back again as you pulled your nipples.

Moaning ever so gently.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. He pulled your knee towards him, so your legs spread wide.

You had never done this, in front of a boyfriend before. So open and exposed. Sliding your hands between your pink folds, you spread them open.

Already feeling wet.

Show me,” he said. Dipping your finger inside, you moaned at the intrusion.

Removing it, you showed him your finger. Glistening with your juices. You were caught out. “Tut, tut, naughty girl,” taking your finger he licked it clean. “Keep going,” he said.

Running your hand back through your folds, you found what you were looking for. Your little pink button was swollen, blood flowing though it. Taking your forefinger, you began flicking it back and forward.

Closing your eyes getting lost in the moment.

“Fuck, I could watch you do this all day,” Edging yourself close to cumming, you stopped. Gasping, as you felt moisture leave you.

“Does it turn you on? Me touching myself ? Thinking of you?” Inhibitions gone, you slipped a finger inside.

Slowly pumping it in and out, in and out. “So much, I could fuck you so hard right now. You wouldn’t be able to walk,” He was stroking himself in his hand.

As you continued to please yourself, you moaned out, “ah, ah, shit,”

“Good girl, make yourself cum. Make a mess for me,” he ordered.

Your other hand went to your clit, flicking gently, massaging, rubbing hard. “Can I cum Tommy?” You asked, surprising him.

He sat in front of you to get a better view.

“Yes, you can cum, make yourself cum for me,” he was pumping himself in his hard harder. Your finger was going at speed now inside of you.

“Yes, I’m so close,” you gasped, tossing your head back into the pillow.

“Show me, show me how wet that pussy is,” his words were egging you on even more. “Show me how hard you can cum,” Hips bucking towards him, as you pleasured yourself.

Keeping flicking your clit, so ready to explode, so hard over your small finger.

Your pussy so wet inside, dripping onto your hand. Down to your wrist. “Tommy. Tommy, there,” you moaned. “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed as he watched you cum right in front of him.

Back arching as your body convulsed, his name dripping from your mouth, as you tried to breathe.

He bit his lip as he watched you. “That was fucking amazing,” he laughed, grabbing hold of your legs. “Now come here so I can fuck you,”

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pairing: damiano david x reader

word count: ~1.7k

warnings: smoking

summary: You share a hotel room with Damiano after a show and he brings up the idea of shotgunning a cigarette.

You watch as Damiano gets off from the bed, his phone lighting up his face in the dark hotel room, before he turns it around, pointing it at the floor. He squats down in front of a pile of his clothes, an audiblecrack of his knees filling the silence. Once you tear your eyes off of his side profile, you can see him rumbling through all the pockets, searching for something. He seems to find what he’s been looking for, if his whispered yes in triumph is anything to go by.

When he stands up, you quickly look back down at your phone, the video you’ve been watching on mute before you got distracted already coming to an end. Suddenly there’s a bright light blinding you, forcing you to squint your eyes as you glance up at the source.

„Ugh, stop!” You say with a groan, then thankfully soon after it’s gone and there’s a stupidly grinning Damiano staring at you, face lit up from under his chin like a character from a movie that’s about to tell a scary tale of some creature. You can’t help but laugh.

„You could never look scary, sorry to disappoint.”

„Sometimes it’s the least scary people with a dark soul.” He wiggles his eyebrows, directing the flash in a way that doesn’t bother either of your eyes but you can still see each other.

„Deep.” You pout your lips in a fake impressed way, stretching the vowels in your word.

He gives you a smile then your eyes catch his fingers moving around a cigarette and a lighter. You nod your head in its direction.

„You got another?”

Damiano pulls his lips to the side, „It’s my last one.” then fakes a sniffle, mimicking a cry. You roll your eyes. „But we can share if you want.”

„Yes, please!”

You lock your phone, eagerly tossing it down on the bed after just about jumping to your feet. It’s a bad habit, smoking, you’ve been meaning to quit but right now your lungs are somewhat craving it. Though maybe you more, especially how it’s the middle of the night, cool air coming into the room from the window that’s now fully opened, a nice change after the summer heat you felt all day. It’s your favourite time of the day to smoke, staring out at the almost empty and quiet street.

Damiano sits on a small sofa that’s leveled up with the window, putting his feet up on the ledge. You sit beside him, your legs crossed, knee touching his thigh, his body heat warming you up where the breeze can’t reach you.

He finally turns off his phone’s flash, the street lights making their ways into the room illuminating his face, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheek. His eyes are glowing when he looks at you, catching your gaze.

„What?”

„Your eyelashes are really pretty.” You don’t tell him how he looks like someone straight off a painting.

He breaths out a chuckle and shakes his head, pressing his thumb down on the lighter, the flame a deep orange. A whiff of wind grabs onto the smoke as Damiano exhales, and takes it into the night, disappearing within seconds.

„What’d you think about tonight?” he runs his fingers through his soft, unstyled hair once, resting his head in his palm, elbow against the arm of the sofa, holding him up.

„It’s always exciting watching you gouys perform. You get so lost in it.”

He brings his hand to his eyes, hiding behind it as he lets out a long noise of embarrassment and pleasure.

Damiano on stage might be your favourite version of him, the way he seems to forget about everything else and just live in that moment, how you can see the emotions on his face and hear it in his voice, feeling what he feels with each song, or how he’s not afraid to let go and the happiness that draws out on all over his face.

But this version of him, the one that’s sitting close to you in sweatpants and a t-shirt, hair free of all prodcuts, shoulders relaxed, is definitely a close second.

You push at his arm with yours to make him look at you, „But this hotel is a top tier.”

He takes a drag, „You still don’t wanna go share with Vic?”

„She’s probably asleep by now.” And if Vic insisted on you and Damiano sleeping in the same room because she knows how you feel about him, then he doesn’t need to know. „Plus, who would you share your last cigarette with, huh?”

You reach out your hand to take it from him but he stops you midway, your hand falling in your lap.

„You wanna try something fun?” He looks shy as he asks you, taking his feet off the window sill and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for your answer.

„Fun as in I’m gonna regret I said yes?”

He gently knocks his knee against yours, then lifts the burning cigarette to your eye level. „Shotgunning?”

There’s a huge lump in your throat that is hard to swallow by, „What?” is the first and only word that comes to your mind, voice weak.

„When someone blows smoke in your mouth.”

„No, I know what it means but..” You bring your hands under your thighs and squeeze them, trying to hold yourself together and hide the slight shaking of your hands from him.

„What, then?” A small frown grows visible on his forehead. It makes him more attractive for some reason, unfortunately, and you already know you are damned and won’t be able to say no. Not that you want to but you’re anxious about your feelings taking over and turning the situation into one that might potentially ruin things.

You clear your throat, feeling your cheeks burning. „It’s just. It requires our lips touching, I don’t know.”

Damiano squirms, „Uh,” his head falls down with what sounds like a nervous chuckle, strands of hair tickling his face as he looks back up, dimple showing. „It doesn’t need to. Makes it more thrilling.”

He holds your gaze, both of you silent for a moment, already feeling the tension build up in the air and you foolishly let your eyes drop down to his lips. The upper one twitches into a faint smile and you try to play off your agitation by nodding in agreement. You already know this is a stupid, silly idea to go through with, as if your heart is not suffering enough with having to be around him all day and not being able to hold him the way you want to.

Damiano moves his legs up on the sofa, accidentally kicking yours, he straightens them next to both of your sides so that you’re sitting with your legs crossed between his own. He puts the cigarette in his mouth to free both his hands, pulling you closer by your ankles. Your hands are awkwardly placed in your lap, your fingers intertwined nervously.

„You ready?” The cigarette is now between two of his fingers, he waits for your nod. „You know, inhale when I exhale.”

It shouldn’t sound so hard but being so close to him, chests nearly touching, your knees pressed against his inner thighs – inhaling sounds almost impossible.

You’re not sure if it’s your nerves or he’s moving slow, but the cigarette reaching his mouth takes a long minute and with every passing second your heartbeat only gets stronger. His eyes are not leaving yours as he takes a lenghty drag, lips wrapped around the filter, cheeks hollowed. He holds his breath in as he puts it down, then he turns back to you and your face is cupped by his hands, pulling it towards him.

His gaze is dancing from your eyes down to your lips, you feel your body letting out some quick shivers, heart pumping your blood so fast you think it might stop.

Then, Damiano’s eyes close and his lips are slightly grazing yours as he pulls your mouth open with a thumb above your chin. It’s driving you crazy, how you feel his touch but you also don’t, how he’s so freaking close yet so far away. Your lips are itching to kiss him.

You close your eyes when you feel him exhale, gathering all of your strength to breathe in the smoke carefully so you don’t cough. He doesn’t pull away far, hands still on your face and he watches you slowly blow out the smoke that’s been in his mouth.

„Huh.” You open your eyes, surprised by the closeness of his face. You bite down on the inside of your cheek. „I mean I didn’t hate that.”

He smiles sweetly with his teeth showing. „Wanna go again?” his voice hoarse and quiet.

„Sure.” You hate how quickly you agreed but it’s still not as weird as Damiano just staring at you, his thumb carressing your skin every couple of seconds. You put your hands on his thighs, a new but wonderful feeling. „You’re not gonna grab that?” You motion towards the cigarette that’s almost out by now.

He only shakes his head, tongue runnig across his bottom lip, one eyebrow arching a little in question and, oh.

Oh.

„Oh.” He wants to do it without the smoke, which, that’s a kiss, right? Totally fine, it’s chill. Except it’s not, not as he’s leaning in, eyes closing shut, lips meeting yours again. You are neither fine nor chill. In fact, the only chill you know of right now are the ones running down on your spine and through your body.

You let him slip his tongue inside to taste yours, smoke on both ends still thick. He moans softly and relieved, making you smile into the kiss, breaking it. You pull away only so that you can rest your forehead to his. You see him fighting a grin.

When you look at him, he lets go of your face to hold your hands. „I actually have a whole new pack of cigarettes.”

And what you don’t tell him, is that you do, too.

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*this wasn’t requested, but today I saw a certain dialogue on my timeline and I just had to write this. it’s my first attempt at writing something more “explicit” (and this theme, specifically, draws me in without much effort). hope you guys like it!

*GIF isn’t mine. all credits go to the owner.

even though it is a clouded day, the windows and patio doors are open. there was this fresh smell of the afterglow that comes past the summer rain. no lights were on, just the sound of the tv announcing the start of the movie. the whole environment feels so inviting, setting the tone just right for being close to each other.

he’s sat at the couch. legs spread, just a simple t-shirt and his favorite jeans, paying close attention to the beginning of the movie.

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Pretty Girl

Summary: You’re feeling sad about your body so Damiano takes it upon himself to show you how hot he thinks you are. 

CW: SMUT, HURT/COMFORT, oral sex (fem receiving), crying, body worship, biting, dirty talk, light d/s dynamic, light bondage, reader talks about hating her body and describing what she hates about it

Word Count: 2.8k

You run your hands down your sides while letting out a frustrated sigh. None of the dresses from your closet you’ve tried on looks good on your body. Your boyfriend Damiano invited you to go out to dinner to meet his bandmates but you can’t help but worry that they won’t think you’re good enough for Damiano. As much as he reassures you that they won’t and that you’re perfect for him, your own insecurities tend to get in the way. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you realize you’ll have to redo your tear-smudged makeup before you leave, if you can even manage to get yourself out the door. Tugging on the hem of this dress, you hear Damiano’s voice as his head pokes through the crack in the door. 

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Quero me entregar para alguém que me queira além do desejo carnal, muito além… Quero fazer amor. Uma troca de sentimentos. Coisa de alma. Nessa Cross

💚My writing💚

Here’s a full list of everything I’ve written for Joker (2019). Each time I post something it gets added to this list so be sure to check back frequently! 💚

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Soft Pure Boi™

Just let me love you // soft fluffy comfort.

Arthur and s/o who doesn’t leave no matter how tough it gets

Soft and kind smut // comforting Arthur NSFW

You’re all I need // Arthur comforts you

Home isn’t a place, it’s you // angst and fluff

Let’s stop this pain tonight // so fluffy you might die

Are you leaving me? // angst and fluff

You’re overworking yourself // fluff and comfort

First date // fluff

Playing with his hair // fluff

Arthur and tiny s/o headcanons

You’re insecure about your body // fluff and comfort

Accidental proposal

You wear the same clothes all the time headcanons

Taking Arthur to buy new clothes

Just one of those days // comfort for you

Baby, I want you // NSFW

He stalks you and you confront him // platonic

Aching soul, bleeding heart // you comfort him

A heart full of love // comfort for pain 

Thigh riding on him // NSFW

Two Hungry Souls // so fluffy you may die

Welcome home // nsfw // love confession

You’re jealous // fluff // implied nsfw ending

Wait for me // soft fluff

You’re my muse // fluff

Study motivation // smol ficlet // implied nsfw at end

Working at Arkham State Hospital and looking after Arthur // eventual romance

Exhausted Soul // you’re tired, so tired // soft comfort

Bring Him Home (Carnival x Reader // Arthur x Reader)

You and Arthur both employing Gary to help you get together hc’s

Being in the hospital room with him when Murray makes fun of him hc’s

Stormy nights hc’s

Joining him in the bath hc’s

I’m so sorry, Arthur // heavy canon trigger warnings inside!

I love you // fluff and angst

Arthur trying to quit smoking hc’s// nsfw + surprise ending

Arthur with a cat hc’s (no romance, no s/o, just kitty love!)

This, too, shall pass // panic attack comfort

Christmas Eve hc’s

Dating a student hc’s

Taking care of him when he’s sick

Quick thinking - would Arthur run from spiders?

Arthur reacting to reader being harassed in public hc’s  (no warnings)

Take my hand, take my whole life too…

Just take some time // anxiety comfort

From my heart to yours // soft fluff

You use your hand to stop Arthur banging his head against the wall; ficlet

Plus size/timid/inexperienced s/o hc’s

Lean Into Me // soft comfort // ficlet

All these scars // soft comfort + fluff // heavy warnings within

Cuddles are a cure all for insomnia // fluff

Countless wishes, untold dreams // birthday fluff

Paranoid s/o hc’s

Take yourself back // afternoon cuddles

Lost in meaning // comfort + fluff

Unbreakable heart // soft comfort

Ceaseless regrets // funny, fluffy, kinda sad

Louder, louder // comfort, semi-personalised

Laughter is the best medicine // tickling; comfort; implied nsfw at end

Beauty underneath // Arthur ft. horror films

Personalised hc’s for s/o who owns lots of bugs/spiders as pets

Hold your own // soft comfort

You enjoy singing but you’re embarrassed hc’s

Quick thinking - Arthur + extroverted/sarcastic s/o only soft for him

Arthur + s/o with social anxiety hc’s

Test of courage - semi-personalised // bullying comfort

Arthur + taller s/o hc’s

Randall flirts you with outside Ha-Ha’s hc’s 

The lower I sink // pandemic + other reality comforts

Give me a reason // economic uncertainty/other reality comforts

Middle of a ride // soft comfort, fluff

Home to you // semi-personalised fic

I have a condition // platonic // canon Bus Scene comfort

A dream come alive // first-time NSFW // semi-personalised

Quiet, bonding moment hc’s (NSFW themes; not explicit)

It’s your birthday hc’s

You have OCD hc’s

You cut all your hair off after your mother dies, unable to take care of it now

Getting together at the amusement mile hc’s

Taking care of him after work hc’s

It has to get worse first // semi-personalised // comfort for negative effects of new medication

S/O genuinely loves Arthur + takes care of him hc’s

Remember what you deserve // you comfort Arthur for heartbreak

Something unpredictable // comfort for feeling alone/emotionally heavy

Self-deprecating jokes aren’t funny, Y/N hc’s

Body insecurity // body worship // NSFW hc’s (’plush’ reader’)

Dressing as him for Hallowe’en // personalised 

Walking in on Arthur masturbating hc’s - NSFW

Train to nowhere // some fluff, some angst

Unexplainable ache // comfort, fluff

Loving you is the most natural thing in the world // late night cuddles

Love is in the small things // comfort

Both of you have pseudobulbar affect hc’s

You help him with his spelling

To live is to suffer // you comfort him through a laughing attack

Wandering Hands // NSFW

Strong enough for two // soft comfort

You’re every bit worth it // clown lovin’s

Shadow of the day // comfort, fluff

Soon I know I’ll wake // soft comfort

Don’t let me go // personalised NSFW

You find Johnny Cash handsome hc’s

The fire inside you burns hot // personalised fluff

S/o who shows they love him but never says it hc’s

Chaotic Horny Bastard™

Baby, you’re fucking gorgeous // sensual (implied NSFW)

Please, just stay // angst and fluff

The nature of the beast // sensual (implied NSFW)

Injured Joker (part 1) || In the arms of an angel (part 2)

How Joker would organise his followers after escaping from Arkham headcanons

You want to cuddle but Joker wants more // NSFW x male reader 

You’re right here but I miss you // soft fluff // I wrote this for me

Don’t leave // NSFW // female reader 

Joker x reader watching Rocky Horror headcanons //  NSFW

Make Me Forget // soft comfort

Joker finds you, his s/o, on the streets during the riots. You’re scared but not in the way you should be - headcanons.

Cuddling with Joker and asking “how about you werewolf and go wild now?” // fluff + heavy petting

Weighted silence // soft comfort; tw; suicidal ideation and others // I wrote this for me.

A Bloody Smile // NSFW period sex // also fluff

Details in the Fabric // soft NSFW

Darling, I know you (comfort/angst)

Strangers in the Night // tooth rotting fluff

The drug in me is you // soft fluff!

Ready, set, don’t go // fluff, some angst

You’re my favourite song // fluffy fluff and self indulgent

A way to get lost in you // soft comfort, fluff

Home is where the heart is // fluff + lovin’

Wanna make you proud // study comfort, fluff

Never was there ever // soft fluff

See me, see me // comfort, fluff

Always you // soft fluff

Please, just five minutes // clown lovings

Peaceful joy, joyful strength // soft sensual cuddles

You’ve got red on you // reunion fluff

Feel my soul ignite // first post reunion fic! // clingy Joker

Please, please forgive me // soft comfort // emotional distance resolution

My love for you is bigger than me // ficlet (less than 1k)

You’re jealous+worried he’ll leave you hc’s (fluffy)

You’re a bar-tender in love with him 

Come as you are // evening cuddles

Unconditionally and irrevocably // soft 

Craving you // ficlet

You give me purpose // clown lovings // self-indulgent

You don’t know how much he loves you 

Yes, yes, yes!!! // proposal fluff

Birthday fluff // introverted/needy S/O//female pronouns

Life’s pause button // soft, fluffy // afternoon naps!

I long for that feeling to not feel at all // soft comfort for a Bad Day

The one thing I got right // emotional trauma comfort, thinking he settled into marriage with you (warnings within)

Darling, don’t refrain // nighttime routine

Being insecure about wearing heels because you don’t want to be taller but he comforts you hc’s

There’s a spider in your room + you’re so scared you’re crying + shaking

Goth girlfriend hc’s

Twin pieces (to be read together; the same scenario at different points of his arc).

Arthur Coming home to you || Joker  Cold hands, gentle soul

Arthur A beacon of hope || Joker Lay all your love on me

Arthur As tears subside || Joker Loud silences, quiet sobs

Both? Both is good.

Come here and let me love you // fluff

You’re my safe place // comfort for you

Guardian angel // nightmare comfort for you

He finds out you’ve been self harming // comfort 

Your pet may die headcanons // comfort

You’re so beautiful it makes me wanna cry // fluffiest fluff

Heavy in your arms//tw; suicidal ideation and others within//soft comfort

Sleepy cuddles // soft fluff

Jealous/possessive/obsessive headcanons

Baby, it’s cold outside // NSFW 

Quick thinking - how he reacts when he finds out you’re attracted to him

Can’t get you out of my head // soft fluff

Period comfort cuddles! // Arthur + Joker + Carnival

A courageous love // fear of the dark comfort // fluff.

Busy lives, tired eyes // Arthur + Joker + Carnival hc’s

You’re a PhD student who wants to be a professor hc’s

If music be the food of love // softer than soft

Extremely ticklish s/o hc’s (not separate; transitional piece)

Won’t believe // soulmate AU

I need your love before I fall // Arthur + Carnival + Joker

Wake-up call // he wakes you up - cuddles

You’re nervous to go to therapy hc’s

Carnival the Clown

Carnival the clown general headcanons (romantic, soft)

Carnival cuddles when Arthur comes home from work (fluff)

Bring Him Home (Carnival x Reader // Arthur x Reader)

Can’t get you out of my head (soft fluff)

Period comfort cuddles! Arthur + Joker + Carnival

Busy lives, tired eyes // Arthur + Joker + Carnival hc’s

I need your love before I fall // Arthur + Carnival + Joker

Carnival and a reader who gushes over him in public (ficlet)

Destructive raccoon boii™ <3

You’re my moonbeam // comfort + fluff

You, you, you // body insecurity comfort

Getting pissed off when someone calls Joker a freak + defending him

Giving + receiving comfort during a thunderstorm (warnings within)

You don’t know how much he loves you

Dying your hair together hc’s

Jealousy hc’s [warnings within]

Period comfort

In your arms do I feel alive (NSFW; aftercare + cuddles)

Taking care of an exhausted J (fluuuuuff)

Thigh riding! // NSFW

Patrick Verona

He comforts you after you had a bad day

Period comfort

You feel bad about Adult Related Things (the future, being a disappointment etc.) // comfort

Shots to the heart // you like to take pics of him and one day he finds your scrapbook hc’s

Keep these times like a photograph // Pat x J x personalised reader

It’s raining really hard and you’re scared of thunder hc’s

Patrick Verona x J x Reader (OT3)

Comfort for bad pain day (chronic/invisible illness)

Red moon rising (period comfort)

Personalised pieces written specifically for @hyaenaaa​​

J 

Salem’s chaotic family (personalised gift; details within)

Quarantined together // semi-personalised

Forever is in your eyes // personalised gift // details within

My favourite colour is you // personalised gift // details within

Close to you // personalised gift // details within

Face it all together // BPD flare up comfort

I purple you, my hyena // 20th birthday gift <3

You’re my dream when I’m not sleeping // NSFW aftercare

Shaken to the core // you get hit by Batman

Safe inside myself with you // stress comfort cuddles

Patrick Verona 

It tastes like you

OT3 hc’s

Personalised pieces written specifically for @impulsiveclown​ <3

Love. Only love. (personalised piece; details within)

Tender love (personalised piece, details within)

The life and love of Clarissa Fleck (a christmas gift for a friend; details within)

Family series!!! Part 1: Pulling on your threads // personalised fic (details within) || Part 2: Sweet dreams are made of this || Part 3: Dimming torch, guiding light || Part 4: Keep me from falling || Part 5: Truly precious moments || Part 6: Have courage, dearheart || Part 7: Lay your hands on my soul tonight

Just golden, sweetheart (features Peanut!)

Folie à deux // Arthur x Clarissa // a chance encounter.

Matchups are not included in this masterlist (you can find them using the ‘matchup’ tag on my blog’s search bar).

365 days (2020)

Masterlist

Reactions

Reacting to Seollal video

Blowjob in a hanbok

Pulling by the belt loops

Asking them about cock warming

Walking around in sexy lingerie as revenge

Suddenly booping their nose

MX getting jealous

Teasing you

Scaring MX

Tying them during sex

Their hands in your pants

S/O is better at a talent MX has

S/O has a big bruise

Holding hands in crowded place

Accidentally grabbing the crotch

Hoarding blankets

Catching S/O touch themselves in bath

Feeling them touch themselves through you

MX wants mirror sex

S/O being semi-masochist &BDSM

Suddenly straddling them

Threatening MX during labor

Reacting to being scratched

S/O wanting to cuddle to hear their heart

Shutting MX up with a kiss

Putting cold hands under their shirt

Using safeword + aftercare

MX is asked to buy pads

Tony Moly lip tints

Distressing S/O

Dropping the towel (Hyung-line)

S/O sleeps with a plushie

S/O has unusual kinks

Sex in every room

Sex on the beach

Teasing MX in public

S/O doesn’t want kids

Reacting to Alligator MV

Reacting to comeback stages

Sex with more experienced

Fingering you

S/O Body worships them

Realizing S/O didn’t cum

Younger looking S/O

S/O wakes up from a nightmare

S/O watching Eurovision

S/O looking unusually feminine (see description)

Dorm sex while others are there

Make up sex (Hyung line)

Soft hours S/O gets horny at night when MX sleeps

Spending Chuseok together

Skating

Headcanons

Minhyuk A-Z NSFW

Dick sizes

Kinks

Boobs or butt

How they like their blowjobs

In bed (not sleeping)

Cuddling

S/O on period

Shower sex

MX as DC heroes

S/O with ADD

Fics

Minhyuk smut: No fuck to waste

Sex in kirugimi pt1 (Shownu, Wonho)

Sex in kirugumi pt 2 (Minhyuk, Kihyun)

Sex in kirugumi pt 3 (Hyungwon, Jooheon, IM)

Personal Trainer - lhs

⤑ genre: smut/ personal trainer!au ⤑ pairing: Hoseok x Reader ⤑ warning: face fucking, slight?? degradation, some overstim, sir kink ⤑ summary: when your best friend begs you to go to the gym with her, you’re convinced she’s trying to set you up with her personal trainer and after seeing him, you might just be okay with that. ⤑ word count: 7.6k

a/n: i can’t believe it’s been so long since i posted this piece! i decided to revamp my blog and my openings got a huge makeover. all oneshots and drabbles now have title cards! anyway, thank you all for the attention you’ve shown this piece and in light of recent events, i’m reblogging this to celebrate the good news about our Wonho! ~K

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wonho + breeding kink 👀

Happy birthday Wonho ❤️

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“Fuck”, you cursed when you felt Hoseok’s erection brush over your clothed core, your hands gripping his dark hair tightly, making him groan. You couldn’t explain how movie night always turned into heated make out sessions with your boyfriend and sometimes even more.

“I don’t have any condoms, love,” Hoseok whined when you reached between your bodies to move your soaked panties to the side, exposing your glistening core. A frustrated groan left your lips. How did he not have condoms with him? Why now? When you felt like your whole body was on fire and only Hoseok could do anything about it.

His thick fingers easily slipped into your wet core and tore you from your thoughts, making you moan out loud. “I need more, baby,” you whined, fucking yourself on his fingers, “Need you to fuck me.” “We can’t, love,” he reminded you, instead slipping another finger into your core, curling them against that special spot inside of you, making you arch your back and your thighs shiver.

“Hoseok,” you mewled, cupping his face, capturing his swollen lips in a heated kiss, “I want you to fuck me. Now. Raw.”

An inhuman growl left your boyfriend’s lips at your words, his dark eyes turning almost completely black before he ground his cock through your wet folds, coating it in your juices.

“Please, Hoseok, needed you inside me five minutes ago,” you whined, scratching your nails along his strong arms that were caging you against the couch.

When he finally sank into your heat in one smooth stroke, you both let out moans in unison. “Fuck, you’re so wet, sucking me right in,” Hoseok breathed, slowly grinding his cock inside you, savoring everything he could feel. You could just mewl beneath him, the feeling of his bare cock overwhelming you in the best way possible.

“Move please,” you begged, chlenching around his cock. Not wasting any more time, he set a punishing rhythm, the wet sounds of your bodies slapping together filling the room along with the sweet melody of your moans combined with Hoseok’s deep groans.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last”, Hoseok cursed, gripping your hips tighter, adoring the way your boobs bounced with each of his strong thrusts. “Don’t stop please,” you begged, “I’m so close, baby. Want you to cum inside me. Want you to bury yourself deep inside me. Wanna feel your cum dripping out of me.”

Cursing again, Hoseok picked up his pace again, pulling you back onto his cock on each thrust. “Want me to fill you up, love? Until you’re so full with my seed that you belly is gonna bulge? Just a little taste of what would happen if I’d breed you for real?”

His husky words went straight to your core, another wave of arousal pulsing through you. “Please baby, please fill me up good. Want it so bad,” you begged, reaching down to where your bodies where connected to rub quick circles on your clit. Just when you could feel the knot in your stomach about to snap, Hoseok stilled inside of you, throwing his head back in pleasure, his lips parted in a silent scream when he reached his climax deep inside of you, painting you walls white.

The feeling of his cock twitching and his cum filling you was enough to trip you over the edge as well, gripping his strong arms tightly while your whole body shook with the intensity of it.

“Fuck, I can feel you milking my cock dry,” Hoseok groaned, holding you close to press your foreheads together, sharing the air between you two as you both panted, trying to catch your breath. Giggling you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“Didn’t know you were into that,” you snickered, running your hands through his matted hair, slicking back his sweaty fringe. “I didn’t either,” he chuckled, a little groan escaping his lips when he pulled out of you.

“God that’s hot,” he murmured when he saw his cum leaking out of your core that was clamping down around nothing, desperate to keep the cum inside, making his spend cock twitch with interest. Slowly he dragged his fingers through the mess, pushing his cum back inside you only to watch it leak out again.

“You’re gonna ruin the couch love, better keep it in.”

Monsta X Reaction: their stoic s/o bursting into tears

Request: Monsta X Reaction to their stoic s/o bursting into tears

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Shownu: He was sitting across the bedroom, reading something on his phone when he noticed you roll onto your stomach and squish the pillow around your face. You began to breathe really heavily and you shook gently.

He stood up and went over to you. His hands ran up and down the expanse of your back and he quietly hushed you. When you rolled over and looked at him, he smiled and patted your cheek.

“Let’s go do something fun. Yeah?”

He would want to encourage you to do something you really liked doing. Perhaps a hobby. Just anything to take your mind off of whatever has made you so upset. It wasn’t often that you cried so he didn’t really know how to fix that but he knew what made you smile.

Even though it was late he would want you to do something you liked and that made you happy. Once you were happy and smiling again he’d ask you what had happened which resulted in a two hour long heart-to-heart.

Wonho: It happened while you and Wonho were eating dinner. He was telling you a funny story. You were laughing along and it seemed like you were enjoying the story and dinner. Wonho continued on with his story.

His voice turned to a soft hum. You brain tuned into the chiming of silverware scraping over the plates. You disappeared into deep, dark thought.

“(Y/n). Are you okay?” Wonho put down his his glass and looked into your empty eyes. You snapped out of your thoughtful state and nodded.

“Just great, honey.”

Even as his story resumed you couldn’t help the overwhelming sadness you felt. Usually you kept your cool around him, but now you just couldn’t.

To say the least, you startled him when you dropped your fork and knife and began to cry. Wonho went into full panic mode. You hadn’t really ever shown a sadder side of yourself. He wasn’t really sure how to handle it.

“Are you alright? What did I say that upset you? Do you want to talk about it?”

He reached over and cupped your damp cheeks in his palms. His thumbs brushed away the tears as they flowed from your eyes. Once you calmed down enough he’d encourage you to talk to him about whatever was bothering you. It would most likely either end up in you two cuddling on the sofa watching a movie or staying up really late talking.

Minhyuk: The both of you were running around getting ready. As he was cleaning up in the kitchen, waiting for you to get out of the bathroom so he could rinse out his mouthful of toothpaste. He had been waiting so long he was growing concerned.

Had you fallen and couldn’t get up?

He quietly stood outside of the bathroom, raising a hand to knock when he heard a soft sniffling. He tried the door handle, which thankfully you’d left unlocked, and he burst into the bathroom.

He saw you sitting on the edge of the tub, tears streaming from your eyes and your face sunken. Minhyuk’s heart nearly stopped when you began to cry harder. You hid your face in your hands and your body trembled.

He knelt down in front of you and put his arms around you. He rubbed your back and hummed softly in your ear, the toothbrush still hanging from his mouth.

Kihyun: His level of panic depended on whether you’re shedding a few tears or straight up ugly crying.

Either way, seeing you cry did not make him feel good. At first he might not help you because he’s just so stunned, but when he gets over the shock he’s right by your side, nuzzling into your hair and hugging you tightly.

Not only would he be clinging to you for the rest of the day, but probably the whole next week. He’d take you out to dinner multiple times that week. He’d get you flowers everyday. He’d binge watch entire Kdramas with you while eating candy and cuddling.

You’d have to reassure him that you’re fine again and feeling great before he drowns you sweets, cuddles, and tulips.

Hyungwon: When you fell into the apartment, yanking off your shoes and groaning, Hyungwon tumbled from around the corner to ask you what was wrong. You stared at him for a moment before the tears came bubbling out.

You bowed your head and began to sob. As you raised your hands to bury your face, a pair of soft sweater paws engulfs your eyes. The world is dark and fluffy for a moment and then Hyungwon opens his palms and reveals his smiling face.

“Please don’t cry.” His sweater paws are replaced by his warm fingers as he lightly prods the corners of your mouth, trying to turn your sad expression into a smile.

When that doesn’t work he begins to tickle you. You’re giggling, your sides hurt, and you’re swatting away his hands by the end of it.

Jooheon: It was rare that you argued with one another. You both liked being happy and calm especially with Jooheon’s wild schedule and fast paced career.

Tonight was one of those rare nights and it was verbally bloody like a medium-rare steak. The arguement itself oozed insults and poison. It was probably the worst fight you’d ever been in.

However, the moment you began to cry, you both knew it’d gone too far. Jooheon hated seeing you cry. More than he hated fighting with you. It took a moment for both of you to notice the tear rolling down your cheek. In fact, Jooheon noticed it before you did.

He slowly brought one hand to your face and touched the tear with his thumb. It was only when you noticed the first tear that the rest flooded your eyes.

You began to breakdown and sob as Jooheon brought his other hand to the other side of your face. You placed your hands over his and cried harder.

He completely abandoned the fight to console you. He felt a few tears welling in his eyes as you dropped to the floor and failed to choke back sobs.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered in your ear. “I swear I didn’t mean a thing.”

Changkyun: It’s around midnight, Changkyun wakes from a peaceful dream to a not so peaceful reality. You’re getting up and leaving the bed.

Changkyun rubs his eyes and squints through the darkness. He watches as you open the bathroom door, flip the light switch and grip the sink. You tilt your head backwards and breathe deeply. You then proceed to hunch forward and bawl your eyes out.

Changkyun tosses away the bed sheets and stumbles towards you. One arm snakes around your waist and the other reaches across you to grip you shoulder and turn you into his chest. He presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He whispers, opening his eyes. He leans away and reaches up to wipe away the tear trails.

He’d probably pull you back into bed. If you wanted to talk about it you would. If not he’d try to cuddle all your problems and concerns away.

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