Is It Bad That Even Though I Have So Many Fucking Things In My Inbox, I Want Eddie Requests?

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Goddamn already? Weow

YALL IVE BEEN WATCHING GABRIEL NONSTOP FOR THE PAST WEEK I NEED ASKS FOR HIM PLEASEEEEE HES MY BABY POOKIE BEAR

I FUCKING LOST THE ASK BECAUSE TUMBLRS A BITCH. Some lovely anon asked for subby charlie crying with a soft dom sadist reader. Here it is! I added a Mommy kink because it felt right.

Happy Tears

Charlie Walker x Fem!Reader

A/N: for some fucking reason I wrote this like very...detailed or something? idk but I like it, so... enjoy!

Word count: 502

Warnings: mommy kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, my endless love for Rory's gorgeous blue eyes, a mention of Charlies fanboyness?, my guesses at Charlies music taste, unprotected sex (wrap it, people!)

"Fuck! Momma- *hic* Momma, please. I can't, i-" He cut himself off with a whine, trying to squirm away from your touch.

"Charlie, you've only cum twice though, baby~" Fuck, he's so pretty when he cries.

"Can you be good for me and give me just one more?" The way he rapidly nods his head, bringing a smile to your face.

"I'm gonna ride your pretty cock, baby." He looked up at you pleadingly, those beautiful blue eyes glassy from the tears of the past hour.

"Mhm. Wanna make you feel good too momma." You stroked his cheek with a soft touch, one that felt lovingly familiar.

Grabbing his cock, you gave it a few slow strokes, placing one last kiss to the tip and guiding towards your entrance. He whined at the contact, unconsciously bucking his hips, sliding himself into you accidentally.

"Ah! FuCK! I'm s-sorry momma!" His breaths shuddered as you continued to sink down onto him, his girth stretching you deliciously. You smiled down at him, letting him know you weren't mad at all.

You slightly shifted your hips, sending shock waves of please through Charlie. He whimpered and jerked his hips again, the sensitivity coming on strong already.

"Doing so well baby, momma's so proud." He smiled at you and did his best to fuck up into you, the trembling of his thighs aiding to his struggle. He knew your body like the plot of stab 1, and you, his. He knew the exact angle in this position to hit to slam straight into the sweet, spongy spot of yours.

You threw your head back and rocked your hips, back and forth, back and forth. Charlie did his best not to cum yet, trying to focus on something else in the room to distract him.

The clock on the wall, slowly ticking rhythmically, mocking his unsteady breaths. Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

The slight whirr of the paused Cure CD on the CD player, whirring in wait of when he'd play it. Whrrr.

The ding of his notifications going off, he completely forgot that you were supposed to be at a party with your friends, they were probably going off in the group chat. Ding! Ding! Ding!

And he finally turned back towards you. Fuck. The slight tremble of your plush bottom lip, your perfect bouncing tits, the few hickies on your neck from earlier. Looking down at where you both connected, he could've came right there.

There was a ring of your creamy slick around the base of his cock, making this lewd, wet, slapping noise every time your hips met. You tipped his head up to look at you.

You leaned in and kissed him, giving him that shove towards the edge that he so desperately needed. He pulled away quickly to warn you of his oncoming release. Choked whimpers and moans coming out in place of words.

Tick-Tock, Whrrr, Ding! And you.

"Shit- close!" He swore he saw stars.

"Go ahead and cum for me. My good boy."

AFEISGSJ I SAW YOU IN MY IN OX TODAY ADN I FREAKED OUT OMG I’VE MISSED YOIUUUU

IVE MISSED YOU TOO KAIIII <3

i constantly think about the fact that i tried to make a joke about how fanfic authors try to fake their death/having an illness and someone believed me and messaged me saying that they were worried

BRUH

UHH SCHLATT JUST KILLED ME ON COD??? HELLO??? IS THIS REAL? IM IN GENUINE SHOCK

WHY DOES HE LOOK SO ANGELIC WTF

Wilbur posted on Instagram!

Holy fucking shit Kirk Hammett! Istg this man will be the death of me. This is a can opener, Kirk Hammett is a leg opener, okay!? Istg I will spread my legs right here, right now! I don't give a shit if he's 60, he better get his aSS OVER HERE BEFORE I RIP THOSE DAMN PANTS OFF LIKE A FUCKING FERAL ANIMAL!-

Just saw the barbie movie with my roommate and HOLY FUCK IT WAS SO GOOD

i now need to find and purchase ken’s “i am kenough” sweater that he wears at the end

hes so baby <3

Epilogue: Belize

Summary: About 1 year later the world very much seems to be a different one…

Pairing: Gabriel x nurse!Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Just Fluff

A/N: Thank you all for sticking with me on this one! 🖤🫶🏻

Find the entire Crybaby-Miniseries here!

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @lifelessvessel @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai @fan-goddess @shady-the-simp

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

- Like Real People Do By Hozier

The soft sounds of waves crashing against the shore filled your ears as you were about to take another sip from a straw ending in a cut-open coconut. The fresh taste filled your mouth before you gulped the liquid down, sitting straight up again to allow your eyes to roam over the shoreline. A nearly violently bright blue pair of shorts caught your attention and a wide, satisfied grin tugged at your mouth whilst watching Gabriel play around in the water.

About 3 months ago, right after the two of you had somehow managed to bail, swindle and cheat Gabe out of that damned hellhole of an institution, you had decided on selling everything and by everything you had, in fact, meant everything. From your apartment to your car and to the last DVD out of your very preciously cultivated collection. All of it went into two one-way-tickets to Belize and a stay at a cozy, little BnB until you had your stuff figured out.

Getting a job in Belize City thankfully hadn't been too hard on you and instead of mint-coloured scrubs and sneaky linoleum floor you now took care of senior citizens in an adorable retirement home close to the beach.

For the first time in your life, you had learned to acknowledge the little thing, the tiny, minuscule happenings and surroundings. For the first time, you really felt the warm sun shining down on your face and you didn't mind that it made you sweat a little, no, you welcomed it because every minute thing now happened together with Gabriel.

Seeing him smile at you every day, softly waving at you from the shoreline, his legs knee-deep into the water, nearly had you sniffling and sobbing with all the love you felt for that once terribly sad and alone boy on Ward 4. He didn't deserve any of this…not being abandoned by his family and not being pushed into a system that didn't even treat him like a human being, but now, being with you in Belize, none of that even so much as touched him anymore.

After Gabe had ultimately been dismissed from the ward, all of his belongings cramped into an old suitcase and ready to practically jump on the plane, his brother did have the audacity to call you up quite a few times, cussing at you, threatening legal action and all that meaningless ramble but nothing ever came out of it. On one very peculiar occasion, where you had offered Gabe to answer the call, he had snapped at his brother in the most calm and precise way you'd ever witness.

"I'm finally happy now. Fuck off and never bother us again." Two short and sharply aimed statements before Gabe had hung up on his brother.

Ever since then, neither of you had been called or texted again and after the first, very exciting weeks of setting in, it grew more and more quiet and calm with you starting your job at the retirement home and Gabriel finally being in very frequent touch with the outside world. Frequent to a point where he started going on long walks at the beach, especially in the evenings, stargazing until his neck hurt, or taking excited trips to the local grocery stores and farmers markets.

Thinking about that had you smiling into the sun, your hand rummaging around in a striped linen bag to fish out an aluminum-wrapped set of sandwiches.

"The cheese from Belizie, huh?"