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soapyghostie · 3 months

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I love all these slasher posts✨ especially the Sawyer brothers ones ❤ can you do one where when sleeping on their bed their S/O literally falls off in the middle of their sleep and what their reactions will be?😭 idk why i feel like that would be hilarious <3

Here’s the request I promised y’all earlier. Another one that’s been in my inbox for months. Enjoy!

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is a heavy sleeper: working all those long hard hours in that Texas heat results in extreme exhaustion for him by the end of the day. Once Bubba is asleep, he initially doesn’t even notice when you, unknowingly due to you also being asleep, roll off the bed onto the floor.

When he eventually wakes up and feels that your side of the bed is empty, Bubba panics through squeals of distress, thinking something terrible has happened to you. He’ll scramble out of bed to end up finding you fast asleep on the floor. This makes Bubba feel so much better, knowing you're okay. However, sleeping on the floor just won’t due and he must get you back on the comfy bed so you can get more comfortable rest.

Bubba bends down to pick your sleeping form off of the floor and back onto the bed. Then he rearranges the bed around you, ensuring there’s plenty of space between the both of you (just in case he accidentally pumps you off), fashioning a makeshift barrier of pillows to prevent you from rolling off. Bubba will also wrap your sleeping form in one of his homemade blankets he crafted in his freetime when doing one of his “hobbies.”

When he’s satisfied with tucking you back in, Bubba will crawl back into bed and drape an arm around your figure to secure you from rolling off the bed again. From that night forward, Bubba will train himself to become a light sleeper, allowing him to become subconsciously aware of your movements to prevent you from falling off the bed again.

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins would initially sleep through your unfortunate sequence of events of you falling off the bed until he hears a loud thump. He’ll wake up to the sound, sitting up abruptly, blinking in confusion before realizing you're nowhere on the bed anymore and breaking into a mischievous grin.

Nubbins will pull out his camera and start taking pictures of your limp sleeping form twisted in the weirdest and uncomfortable sleeping possible you’d ever see. Once he had his fun, he’ll shake you awake as hard as he can, ending with you probably getting angry at him and chewing him out for waking you up. When you realize you are laying on the floor, Nubbins will most likely start teasing you with playful remarks, joking about your “gravity-defying escape” from the bed.

However, underneath the playful banter, Nubbins is genuinely worried about you, checking to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself on the way down to the floor. He’ll even offer to help you get back onto the bed. Nubbins will also use this opportunity to recount some bizarre bedtime stories of his brothers to lighten up the mood, helping you forget the initial embarrassment of your fall. His laughter will echo through the room as he regales you with tales of sleepwalking or bed-flipping mishaps from his experiences.

Once you're all tucked in, Nubbins will settle back into bed, cuddling up to you with a twinkle in his eye and that goofy grin he always has, ready to take more peculiar adventures with you tomorrow.

ChopTop Sawyer

ChopTop jolts awake to the sound of your body hitting the floor almost immediately, his wild hair standing on head as he assesses the situation. When he realizes you fell off the bed, rather than showing immediate concern, ChopTop will burst into a fit of laughter, finding the situation highly amusing and entertaining.

You’ll wake up to him right next to you poking you. Once ChopTop notices that you're awake, he’ll start teasing the hell out of you, making crude dark and twisted jokes. He’s trying to push you over the edge to try and get a reaction out of you. It’s like him encouraging you to punch him at this point: I wouldn’t blame you if you did though.

Deep down, he would be worried about you. ChopTop checks you for any bruises or injuries while making more jokes showing both concern and amusement. He’s really trying to hide that softer side of himself that he has for you. He needs to be manly and not all soft and mushy like a little girl. God Damnit (Y/N)!

Once he knows you're alright and don’t have any sort of injury, ChopTop will go back to his normal self and brush off any sort of concern he had for you. He’ll even suggest turning the accident into a funny story, weaving a narrative about the legendary “bed diver” in his signature storytelling style. His laughter lingers in the air as he gently helps you back up into the bed. Is that a hint of nervousness that I hear in that laugh ChopTop? As you both settle back down, he will continue to try and entertain you with bizarre anecdotes and offbeat humor as he wraps a protective arm around you as you fall soundly to sleep. wink

#slashers #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by deadlight #dead by daylight #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #nubbins sawyer #nubbins sawyer x reader #chop top sawyer x reader #chop top sawyer #sophi ghostie writes

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nkogneatho · 1 day

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toji is literally perfect i wanna give him the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear twitching, mouth watering, ass clenching, name shouting, noise complaining, chest heaving, muscle spasming, nose stiffing, eye rolling, ball emptying, thigh trembling, hip thrusting, pelvis rolling, breath hitching, cheek reddening, ground breaking, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, belief shattering, hair pulling, teeth jittering, lip biting, mind boggling, soul snatching, heart wrenching, moan inducing, spine tingling, gravity defying, sweat dripping, body shivering, feet kicking, head bowing, cancer curing, mind blowing, fabric soaking, overstimulating, earthquaking, flabbergasting, body malfunctioning, world ending, universe destroying, lip biting, eye widening, brain cell evaporating, black hole creating, voice cracking, volcano erupting, head nodding, eyebrow furrowing, bone crushing, body numbing, bark worthy, lucid dreaming, dimension hopping, beast transforming, demon form awakening, pants wetting, humanity saving, show stopping, pussy pulsating, thigh rubbing, most vile, sloppy, atrociously, gushy, messy, creamy, beastly, brutally, spectacularly, amazingly, deviously, sinfully, beautifully, sadistically, ethereally, staggeringly, astonishingly, astoundingly, menacingly, bewilderingly, catastrophically, unbelievably, astronomically, disgustingly, mercilessly, rabidly, utterly sticky, absolutely orgasmic head ever known to mankind.

#I i am not shutting up about this illustration for atleast a month #pasi.txt #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro toji #°🖇᭡ “ tojisi ”

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icedsodapop · 22 days

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White journalism has mostly been utterly rubbish at covering the recent controversy between Jasmine Crockett and Marjorie Taylor Greene, writing about the incident as two women who derailed a meeting when they hurled appearance-based insults at each other, not understanding that what Greene, a literal white supremacist, was doing by commenting on Crockett's fake eyelashes affecting her work, was actually implying that Crockett's appearance was unprofessional and therefore, incompetent. The appearances of Black and Brown women are often scrutinised and they are penalized for not adhering to standards rooted in white supremacy.

Here's a written account by a Black woman:

I looked up to find a critical mass of Black women excitedly converging upon my interview station. Forming a half circle around my table, they began exclaiming how enamored they were by my appearance and how it countered much of the counseling they had received on how to appear “professional” and “look like a lawyer.” They emphatically discussed the damage and financial expense they incurred to straighten and subdue their naturally coiled, gravity defying hair to appear “polished” and “professional” for their interviews. They shared how they spent several hours in several stores seeking a skirt suit that would complement their figure, but not emphasize or unveil their curves, and were ultimately forced to splurge on a tailor to appear feminine and physically appealing without being hypersexualized, since the average suit is not designed to fit their body type. They were told to wear these skirt suits with “flesh toned” stockings and “nude” makeup for a “polished” but “professional” look, and reflected upon their frustration running up and down retail aisles seeking “flesh tones” and “nude” colors that actually matched their complexion, since the “darkest” shade of most products still only reflect the darkest tone of white or light skin. They looked at me, a visibly Black woman with brown skin, wearing bold gold earrings, a large naturally curly afro, bright colored fitted pant suit, and bare-face except for a bright red lip, and questioned whether it might be possible to enter the legal profession without having to leave elements of their Black womanhood behind.

#antiblackness #misogynoir #jasmine crockett #marjorie taylor greene #us politics #white supremacy

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bartosbabymama · 3 months

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ONESHOT- Dance Inside

Summary: You are a newbie Barto Club Pirate with a crush on the Captain! ;)

Pairing: Bartolomeo x F! / AFAB! Reader (No pronouns but pet names)

Rating: NSFW! Minors Do NOT Interact or I will put a curse on your entire bloodline :)

WC: 4,061 (includes lyrics)

TW: Condoms, Kissing & Making Out, Fingering, Oral (M & F), Vaginal Sex, Praise, Degradation, Pet Names (slut, good girl, sugar, sweetness, sweetie, Newbie), Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Sub!Reader, Dom!Barto

A/N: Hello! This is literally my first fanfic I've ever posted publicly. I'm open to suggestion/criticism but please take it easy on me as it's my first time! I need Bartolomeo to fuck me into oblivion, so here is a taste of that yearning, inspired by the song Dance Inside by The All-American Rejects. Definitely recommend giving it a listen if you haven't heard it before, it's very ~sensual~ I hope you enjoy!!!

There he was, standing across the fire from you, Bartolomeo the Cannibal. The crazy rookie you’d read and fantasized about over the past year. He stood relaxed, drink in hand, entertaining some of your other crewmates with one of his stories about Strawhat Luffy. You stood across the fire from him, mingling with the crew while stealing a glance at your new Captain every so often.

He caught your admiring eyes and soon it was no secret that his newest recruit had a crush on him. As he finished his conversation, he began making his way over to you. His movements left you in a trance and your glazed eyes followed his towering figure as he approached you.

The realization that he was coming over to YOU quickly hurled you back into reality. Clearly you hadn’t had enough sake as your heart started to race, all the while never breaking eye contact with your Captain. Frozen in time and space, he kindly greeted you with a, “Hey newbie,” and all you could muster in return was a smile.

You don’t have to move, you don’t have to speak

“You hanging in there alright?” he asked, with genuine concern glimmering in his eyes. You looked around nervously before nodding and exhaling a small, “Yeah,” with a quick smile. Not believing you, he offered, “Well I need to go take a breather anyways, care to join me?” extending his hand towards you. Feeling extremely flustered, you could only bite your lip and nod in return. You took his hand and he smirked before leading you away from the crowd.

Lips for biting

He led you towards the other side of the ship which was completely deserted, given that the crew was busy basking in the glow of the bonfire. He directed you towards a small couch that was nestled in an alcove nearby. You took a seat and he followed, sitting just close enough that his knee grazed yours ever so slightly.

His excitement had dampened now that you were alone. He stared off into the distant sea, taking a swig of sake and relaxing a little more. As he stared out at the ocean, you found yourself staring at him.

You’re staring me down, a glance makes me weak

You couldn’t stop yourself, he was just such a sight to behold. After a year of following his adventures in the newspaper, here he was, right in front of you. You looked him up and down, starting with his washboard abs, moving your gaze up to his rippling pectorals, and letting your eyes trace the outline of his muscular shoulders.

You took some time to admire his handsome face too, the way the shadows of the night emphasized his fierce jawline, before being distracted by the large pillar of green hair that perfectly defied gravity. At last, you saw him lick his lips nervously as his big puppy dog eyes shifted focus off the horizon.

Noticing your unashamed staring, he smiled and turned to observe you in the same way. His eyes started on your thick thighs that spilled out of your skirt, before moving up towards the suggestive curves of your hips and waist, and finally settling on the perfect amount of cleavage that revealed itself from your shirt.

Then he relished in your beautiful face. A sweet, soft, and nervous smile hung on your lips, paired with a perfectly cute nose and the most heavenly (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. He watched as you shifted anxiously under his gaze and when you made eye contact again, his eyes were piercing into your soul, ready to devour you.

Eyes for striking

His eyes were something out of this world, full of their own tiny galaxies. Even though you felt like a rabbit being eyed by a wolf, you couldn’t help your excitement at the passion and hunger you saw in his eyes. However, the abrupt change in attitude startled you slightly, sending the faintest shiver down your spine. You tried to disregard that he had given you that reaction, by breaking the silence, “It’s cold over here without the fire,” you mumbled nervously, finally breaking eye contact as you rubbed your arms to keep them warm.

He chuckled softly and leaned back on the couch, patting his lap as an invitation. You hesitated for a second, before a cool sea breeze sent another shiver across your body and encouraged you to accept his offer. As you took your new seat sideways in his lap, the Captain wrapped his coat around the two of you, pulling you closer against his chest.

Now I’m twisted up when I’m twisted with you

You curled into his chest eagerly, feeling a tremendous warmth radiating from him. Your nerves started to melt away as you nuzzled against him, listening to his heart beat race beneath you. He gently pulled a strand of hair from away your face, forcing a quiet and startled gasp from your lips. You removed your head from his chest as he tucked the hair gently behind your ear, his fingers touching your skin only for a second.

Brush so lightly

His hand lingered nearby, and you felt your heart start to race. You looked up at him, scanning his features for any show of his true emotions. Did he have any feelings for you? Did he just want your body? Unable to find an answer on his face you felt your breaths get shorter as his hand started to lightly trace from your ear down your jawline and neck before beginning to pull away.

And time trickles down and I’m breathing for two

As his hand fell lightly into your lap, you could feel the fiery sensation his touch left behind on your jaw and neck. You longed to feel that sensation all over your body but were too afraid to give yourself over to pleasure. You laid your head back on his chest but draped one arm on his shoulder, caressing the nape of his neck with your hand, strumming your fingers through his hair ever so gently as you felt his hand curl into a tight fist on your lap.

Squeeze so tightly

Would you be able to live with yourself knowing how you felt about your Captain and not knowing if he felt the same way? Would you care if he used you? Did it matter? You let out a deep sigh, shaking those worries from your mind.

I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine

You felt your heart start to race as the world came to a stand still around you both. Your fingers still lightly caressed his neck, and you begged for any movement or response from him to indicate that he wanted this.

This moment seems so long

His answer was to finally relax his fist that lay on your thigh. However, now the palm of his hand was spread against your thigh, loosely holding it.

Don’t waste now, precious time

You noticed the change in his hand position, feeling your excitement blossom at the light grip he now had on your thigh. His hand slowly slid towards your outer thigh and delicately began to pace its way up and down your thigh.

We’ll dance inside the song

Just the feeling of his skin on yours again forced you to throw out any remaining reservations you had. You needed him, and you needed him now. You’d figure out the details later. You moved your hand down his neck and caressed the peaks and valleys of his chest, before stopping at his tattoo.

What makes the one to shake you down?

You delicately traced the outline of his tattoo with your finger, lingering when you were closer to his nipples and hearing him stifle a weak moan each time.

Each touch belongs to each new sound

You looked up at him to see the pleasure written across his face. Pleasure that you were giving him. Seeing his fangs stick out ever so slightly as he pursed his lips to moan for you again. His hand quickly made its way to your ass, firmly squeezing it and forcing a surprised and pleasured squeak from your lips.

Say now you want to shake me too

You stop yourself from moving too fast, though you can feel his cock throbbing through his pants. “You’re sure you want to do this?” he whispers in your ear before peppering your neck and collar bone with a few soft kisses. Stifling the moans from his ministrations, you can only respond with a breathy, “Yes,” before continuing, “Are you sure, Captain?”

He pulled his head back to its normal position, before picking you up and spinning you to face him, so you were now straddling him. “Oh absolutely, Sugar” is all he can say as his hands grasp at your hips, desperately needing to touch you as he starts to lean in for a kiss.

Move down to me

He kisses you somewhat gently at first, his kisses pressing against your lips firmer each time, digging his hands into your plush hips and ass. Your arms drape around his neck and shoulders before starting to claw at his back, pulling him closer and closer to you until your lips open against his, finally allowing his tongue entry.

slip into you

Your kisses quickly become sloppy as they become more heated and passionate. Every time you felt his fangs graze against your lips you moaned into his mouth faintly, encouraging him to continue his feast while his hands caressed every inch of you that they could reach. Before long, you were grinding yourself against his clothed erection, feeling yourself get wetter by the second.

Once you started bucking your hips against his, he couldn’t wait any longer. He stood up, keeping you attached to him, and you wrapped your legs around him as he carried you towards his bedroom. As you neared his bedroom, he still hadn’t broken the passionate kissing that connected your mouths. He kicked his bedroom door open before carrying you in and pinning you against the inside of the door as he locked it.

Still connected at the lips, your feet hit the ground again and you pushed his coat off of his shoulders. He let it fall to the floor as your hands explored his newly exposed skin. Your hands worked their way down his chest and abs to the top of his pants which you quickly unzipped and pulled off of him, an offer he eagerly accepted, even stepping out of his boxers to be fully vulnerable in front of you.

Guiding him with your kisses, you started to stumble towards the bed, almost drunk from the taste of his lips. As he went to remove your shirt, you grabbed his hand to stop him and pushed him down onto the bed behind him, finally breaking the kiss. Surprised by your sudden assertiveness, he cocked an eyebrow as you made a show of slowly stripping yourself down for him. He was entranced by the way you rocked your hips to the distant sound of music outside while you removed each piece of clothing.

She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin

Next thing he knew, your naked body was on top of his, pushing him onto the bed and devouring his mouth with your tongue. He was surprised by how much he liked you taking the lead, it made his cock twitch against you. You gasped at the feeling and had to stop yourself from lowering yourself onto him immediately.

You kissed your way down his torso until your lips made their way to his bright green pubes. You sat up and ran one finger over the tip of his cock, making him tremble beneath you. You licked your lips before your tongue circled his tip, drawing a few hitched breaths from the cannibal. He watched as you suddenly deepthroated his cock, gagging up and down its length as you bobbed your head, forcing exasperated groans from him.

Touch, sight, taste like fire

One of your hands pinched his nipples, while the other went between stroking his cock and fondling his balls. His eyes were focused on you, bewildered, with his fingers laced into your hair as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Barto praised you as you took every inch of him, “That’s my good little slut,” he cooed.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you moaned around his cock before he came. A variety of moans escaped him as you swallowed every bit of cum he dumped down your throat. His breathing was jagged and the curses he muttered were too sexy to ignore, building your anticipation for what was to come. As he caught his breath, you continued to touch and tease his cock lightly, until he grabbed your chin and locked eyes with you before smirking and growling out, “My turn,” in a low whisper.

Before you knew it he had picked you up and thrown you on your back on the bed. Now he was crawling up over you, licking his fangs and scanning your exposed body to determine which part of you he would devour first. After a moment, he locked eyes with you before smiling devilishly and moving both hands to your breasts.

Hands do now what eyes no longer defend

He fondled your breasts for a moment before moving his mouth down to one nipple and working the other nipple between his fingers. After a moment he switched sides, and when he did, he felt you writhe beneath him, your hips searching for any friction they could find. He gladly obliged and began using a thumb to start circling your clit.

Your sinful moans were full of praise for him, which only made him strive to please you more. He sat up and kissed you softly before moving both hands to your pussy where one hand worked your clit as the other started to make its way between your lips, forcing a gasp from your chest.

Hands to fuel desire

“Damn, already so wet for me, sweetie?” He teased as he held up his hand and looked at your juices that coated it. All you could do was nod and bite your lip as your hips grinded against him, aching for him to be inside of you. He licked your juices off one of his fingers and chuckled lightly before bringing his hand up to your mouth, “You gonna be a good girl and taste yourself for me?” You sucked on his fingers until you couldn’t tell the difference between your taste and his and he praised you with a “Good girl,” as you did.

I’ll be fine, You’ll be fine

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, before returning them to your needy pussy. He played with your clit while teasing your entrance with his other fingers and smirked knowingly as your hips writhed against him, aching for him to be inside of you. “Beg, newbie” he commanded. Your eyes widened but you swallowed your pride, “Please Barto… I need you.. inside of me” you pleaded desperately through moans of anticipation.

A devilish smirk spread across his cheeks, making his fangs poke out of his lips. Before you could start to ask again, his fingers slipped inside you, slowly and gently at first, causing a few hitched breaths to leave your chest. You arched your back as he started to build up his pace, bringing you close to bliss on just his fingers.

He curled his fingers until he found the most tender spot inside of you and focused his attention there while he moved his tongue to your clit. The sucking and licking was great but the little nibbles with his fangs had you seeing stars. That combined with his fingers inside of you, it wasn’t long until you spasmed around his fingers, gripping his hair tightly and crying out his name as you came all over his face and fingers.

He continued for each wave of your bliss, not caring that the splash zone you created had deflated his hair. He waited until your breathing returned to normal before crawling up your body, kissing every inch of you along the way and leaving you with a few more hickies. Still slightly dazed, you kissed him sloppily for what felt like an eternity before he pulled back to ask, “You ready?”

This moment seems so long

You could feel his hard cock throbbing against your lower stomach, you bit your lip in anticipation and barely stuttered out, “Condom?” He paused, the question taking a moment to process in his brain. “Oh! Yeah, yes, I do, sorry I can’t believe I almost forgot,” he said nonchalantly. He crawled off of you and sat on the bed next to you to rummage through his nightstand.

Don’t waste now, precious time

You sat up behind him as he unwrapped a condom, and you traced a finger down his spine. A shiver ran through him and he looked back at you quizzically. “Sorry doll, was I taking too long?” He asked and started rolling the condom down his thick cock. “Oh, no no,” you said with a devious smile as you rubbed his shoulders. Pushing yourself against his back your hands began to wander his chest, “I just like to watch,” you said with a giggle. His eyes scanned you with intrigue, not sure what to think of it at first but ultimately deciding it was hot.

He grabbed your hands to stop your caresses before he turned over, pushing you back into the mattress with a soft kiss, which you happily accepted. He ripped your thighs apart harshly, spreading you completely for him. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in, accompanied by an assortment of gasps and moans from both of you until he finally bottomed out.

We’ll dance inside the song

He sat still for a minute, letting you adjust and relax around his size before you gave him a nod to continue. His fangs poked out of another devilish grin as he slowly started to move himself in and out of you. He was moving tortuously slow, your hips writhed beneath his, begging him to pick up the pace. He watched your face, contorted with pleasure and longing, before leaning down to kiss your neck, “Be a good girl and beg for me,” he whispered in your ear.

He continued his torture for a few minutes until you couldn’t take it anymore and whimpered out, “Barto, please… please fuck me.” He looked at you suspiciously, before you breathed another desperate and whiny, “Pleaseeee!” Which was met with an immediate, “Good girl,” before he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and gently moved some hair out of your face.

What makes the one to shake you down?

He gradually increased his pace, each time eliciting a new moan from both of you. You wrapped your legs around him as he did, needing to feel him as deep as you could. He picked up the pace until the only sounds in the room were the slapping together of skin, and the accompanying moans from both of you.

Each touch belongs to each new sound

His pace was steady and even, but almost inhuman in speed. The sex was far better than anything you’d ever experienced before, and you had already cum twice, each orgasm better than the last. Looking into his eyes you swore you saw more beast than man, and with the way he was ravaging your body, you believed it. He noticed your mind was wandering but he quickly brought you back to reality as his fangs clamped over your neck.

A shiver ran up your spine before he pulled his mouth from your neck to smile at you, his fangs red with your blood. His hot breath caressed your ear as he whispered, “Mhmm yeah baby, taking me so good,” while somehow increasing the force of his thrusts. Your hands were tangled in his hair as you tried to choke out any string of words but the only thing that left your mouth were incomprehensible moans of pleasure.

He laughed softly in your ear before continuing, “Sorry sweetness that’s not good enough… I need to know how much you love my cock, need to hear you say it,” before moving his lips back to your skin. You stammered for a moment before focusing enough to reply, “Mhmmm, love your cock so much, Barto. Feels so good I-hngg I can’t stop cumming,” you cry out, pressing yourself further against him.

Say now you want to shake me too

He sat back up and you watched as his face swelled with pride, followed by his eyes rolling back with satisfaction. Noticing his pleasure, you decided to praise him some more. “Ah-fuck, feels so good, mhmm such a good boy,” you teased as your hands traced between his pecs and abs. His eyelids fluttered at the compliment, and he shook his head to regain his focus.

“Oh yeahhh, fucking me so good, that’s my good boy,” you said between moans, before biting your bottom lip and looking up at him innocently. You could practically see his eyes become heart-shaped as he continued to ram into you relentlessly.

You opened your mouth to throw more words of praise at him, but before you could speak, his large hand grabbed hold of your chin. He held your head in place as he moved down to allow his face to hover above yours.

Move down to me

You could feel the restraint in his voice as he spoke, “Now sugar, keep talking like that and I’m gonna finish before you get to cum for a third time, and we wouldn’t want that now would we?”

With a whimper, a small pout, and pleading eyes you softly shook your head no. “That’s my good girl, you gonna cum for me one more time?” He asked as he sat back up and began to thrust inside of you once more.

You were already close so it only took a few thrusts before you were gasping for air and screaming, “I’m gonna- hnnngh, Captain! I’m gonna cum!” You watched his eyes become wide after you called him “Captain” and realized he was quickly approaching his release.

“Mhmmm yeah, oh fuck, Barto!” You cried out, feeling your final orgasm rock throughout your entire body, and he followed close behind. He continued to ram into you desperately as you both rode your highs together. Eventually his hips stuttered to a halt and you were finally able to catch your breath.

Slip into you

After he pulled out of you, he took your hand and guided you to the bathroom. Your knees were still shaky so he sat you gently on the counter before he got rid of the condom. He grabbed a warm, wet rag and began wiping your body down, gently cleaning the bite marks and hickies he left scattered over your flesh. Once you were clean and had regained your balance, you did the same for him. After you both washed up, you went back to the bedroom and began collecting your clothes from the floor to get dressed again.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, stepping back into his boxers. “Well, I figured you’d want to get back to the party,” you stammered as you slid your panties back on. He hugged you from behind and you continued, “Or at least that you’d want to get some sleep.” He smiled and kissed your temple before responding, “And kick a pretty little thing like you out? I’m stupid but I’m not an idiot,” he chuckled out, forcing a giggle from your lips. “We should get some sleep though,” he agreed as he sat on the bed and threw his shirt at you to put on.

After you put on his shirt he pulled you into bed next to him and curled his large figure around yours. “You’re something special, Newbie, I think I could get used to you,” he mumbled, holding you close against his warm chest. You smiled to yourself and curled against him as you both drifted softly to sleep.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #bartolomeo #bartolomeo x reader #bartolomeo x y/n #bartolomeo the cannibal #barto #op #op x reader #op x y/n #barto smut #bartolomeo smut #AHHHH #IM SO SCARED

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chrissturniolosbitch · 5 months

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i want chris to fuck me until i can’t take it anymore, and im all bruised up. i want his dick down my throat and for me to choke on it. i want him to squeeze my boobs and suck on them. i want him to demolish my lips . i want christopher owen sturniolo, so fucking bad.

umm wtf... (literally so real me a chris can be doing it no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening.)

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader

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thekinghazzastyles · 2 months

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i take my whiskey neat | eddie munson x black!reader

(anyone can read, no real description)

summary: you're new to hawkins and are invited to a party when someone catches your eye. [2.9k]

warnings: mutual pining, suggestive content (no smut (I tried but I literally cannot lmao)), drinking, smoking, weed, language, no spoilers, no upside down, bold!reader, fem!reader

a/n: this has the possibility of having a part 2 which would most likely be smut but I've never written it and idk if I can lol. if enough people beg for it maybe I can muster something up but I can't promise it will be good. omg and PLS listen to the song, it’s the only thing i listened to while writing lol. - Love , H <3

You had spent most of your time since you’d left your house for this party, smoking a cigarette outside. Being the new girl and going to parties had its ups and downs. As you finished your first cigarette and went to grab your second you were stopped.

“You’re not gonna have another one of those are you?” You looked up to see a guy with long curly black hair, smiling at you as he walked over to where you were standing. You hadn’t seen him at school during the week and he was not one of the guys that Robin, your “self-appointed tour guide” as she called herself, had mentioned, you definitely would’ve remembered a smile like that.

“What else do you suggest I smoke?” you asked, challenging him.

“Well I mean I have other plants, if you’re interested.” He said, shaking his metal lunchbox in your face.

“Oh yeah?” you questioned, smirking at him.

“Yeah,” he smirked back.

“For how much?”

“For you gorgeous, it’s on the house,” he flirted.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why?”

“Well for one, you’re new here and I suspect that it’s part of the reason as to why you have yet to head inside.”

“How do you know I’m new?”

“It’s a small town, sweetheart. And I’ve only just started seeing you at school.”

“You go to Hawkins High?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Oh, no reason, I just feel like I would’ve noticed you.”

“You would’ve noticed me?” he asked, a look of surprise on his face as he pointed to himself as he didn’t believe someone who looked like you, would notice him.

“Uhh, yeah, you’re hot.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, you could feel his confidence oozing off of him as he got closer. So close you could feel his breath on your lips. He smelt like weed, cigarettes, and cheap cologne.

“Yeah,” you responded, getting even closer. He held up the joint and you took it from his hands. You looked down at it as you twirled it between your fingers. “You gonna make me smoke alone?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He didn’t respond but instead he took out a lighter and held it up to the joint. You put it between your lips and inhaled as he held the lighter to the other end. You pulled the joint from your lips and proceeded to blow the smoke out to the side. “You never told me your name,” you said, passing the joint off to him.

He took a deep inhale and held it in for a little before tilting his head up towards the sky and blowing it out. It gave you a better chance to look at him before he brought his eyes back to you, he smirked as he handed you the joint back as he caught you staring at his hands. “It’s Eddie,” he said with a chuckle.

“Y/N.” It didn’t take long before the joint was reduced down to its filter. You took a deep breath before you came to the conclusion that it was time to head inside. “I’ll see you inside?” you asked, making your way up to the door. He looked back at you and nodded. You smiled in return and continued inside.

You were immediately ambushed by a drunk Robin who insisted that you both take shots.

“Robin, you are cut off for the night,” a voice said from behind her. He had hair that seemed to be defying gravity and was a lot less drunk than the other attendees. “I can’t make her drink alone, Steve,” Robin responded, slurring her words which made you chuckle. His eyes were brought to you at the sound. His eyebrows raised as if he were asking you who you were.

“Y/N, I’m new, Robin invited me. I hope it’s okay?”

“So you’re the new girl Robin won’t shut up about. “She’s so cool and pretty but she’s not a bitch which is great.”” He spoke as if he were mimicking Robin which earned him a fist to his bicep. “Ow- shit Munson’s here, I’ll be right back,” Steve tried to take the shot from Robin as he walked away but it soon turned into a tug-of-war. You instead turned your head to the door to see who Steve was talking about and the only person who caught your eyes was Eddie.

“Is “Munson” Eddie?” You asked, turning back to the two who seemed to be bickering like siblings.

“Yeah, why?” Steve asked.

“I spoke to him outside,” you said, casually which made Robin also turn her head after she secretly took a shot behind Steve’s back. “What did you guys talk about?” she asked, handing you a shot. You gladly took it from her before responding. “Oh, nothing, he just gave me a free joint and we shared it,” you paused before you spoke again. “He’s kinda hot,” you stated, and then you took your shot.

You turned at the silence and found both Robin and Steve staring at you in shock. Both had their jaws dropped and failed to produce any words. “You think Munson, Eddie Munson,” Steve emphasized, “Is hot?” he finished, in shock. Robin on the other hand, had almost completely fallen to the floor in laughter, and would’ve if it weren’t for Steve grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back up.

“Yeah, and what about it?”

“It’s just-,” he cut himself off. “Is there no one else that could check that box for you?” You took a second to look around, scanning the people in attendance. There was one other guy, but for lack of better words, he looked like a dick. Why wear a shirt to a party if you’re going to leave it open? You pointed to him, not caring if he saw, “I mean, he’s hot too, but he looks like a dick,” you said as you turned back to them.

“And is,” Robin said, vigorously nodding.

“And Eddie?” Steve asked, still confused.

“Well he gave me a free joint.”

“Is that all that makes him hot? Because I’m sure you could get free weed from someone else.”

“No that’s not all,” you paused. “He looks like he can fuck.”

“Oh my God, I did not need to hear that,” Steve whispered to himself, shaking his head.

“Oh look who it is,” Robin exclaimed, and before you could find who she was talking about she was calling out to them. “Eddie!” she said as she waved her arm in the air telling him to come over.

Watching Eddie maneuver through the crowd while occasionally stopping to greet some people made him look even hotter. He moved swiftly and calmly. Like he was in his element. Maybe it was all the weed you both smoked, but he looked like he was moving in slow-motion. When he finally got to where the three of you were standing, stopped right next to you with Steve on his other side, he smiled down at you before speaking, “Harrington, Buckley, what can I do for the two of you?”

“Oh nothing,” Robin started. “We just heard that a certain someone thinks you’re-” The rest of her sentence came out muffled, as Steve quickly put his hand over her mouth to stop her. “Thinks I’m what, Robin?” Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side. “Oh,” you started. “She’s talking about how I think you’re hot,” you spoke flatly. Steve and Robin's jaws dropped for the third time that night because of something that had come out of your mouth. This made Eddie turn his head towards you. He looked you up and down before speaking, “Oh I know, sweetheart.” You both held eye contact for seemed like an eternity before turning to Steve and Robin who were silently in shock.

“Yeah I don’t think I can listen to this anymore,” Steve started. And before he could speak again Robin screamed, “Oh my God I love this song! Y/N we have to go dance!” She handed you a drink and grabbed your other hand to drag you to where everyone else was dancing.

“So,” Robin started, speaking into your ear. “What was that look between you and Eddie?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” you shrugged, continuing to dance. Your eyes scanned the crowd till they landed on Eddie who was already looking at you. You held eye contact for a bit till Robin spoke again.

“Were you serious about what you said before he came over?”

“Oh a hundred percent,” you pause, taking a large gulp of your drink. “That man, looks like he would fuck me like a God.”

Robin was in even more shock than before leading her to also take a large gulp of her drink. “I can tell he’s into you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. You guys have spoken for what, all of ten minutes and he’s already flirting with you.”

“He doesn’t have like a girlfriend or anything, right?” You asked, simply wanting to make sure you weren’t getting in between anything. That was not something you wanted to do within your first month of being in a new town.

“Nope,” she spoke, popping the ‘P’. “He has been single for as long as I’ve known him.” This left you to think more about him as your eyes followed him as the night went on. And the drunker you got, the bolder you got.

***

For the rest of the party, Robin dragged you around introducing you to a few more people along with more shots, and splitting a joint. You found yourselves in Steve’s living room with the rest of the stragglers playing a game. The music had been turned down and the songs had switched to something a little calmer.

It was your turn to pick a card, so you reached to the center of the coffee table and read it aloud, “Pick someone to spit a shot into your mouth or take three shots.” You took a second after looking around at all of the people playing before speaking again, “Can I pick someone who’s not playing?”

“I don’t see why not,” Robin said, turning to you with a smirk as if she knew what you were thinking.

You got up from your spot on the couch making sure to grab a shot glass and the bottle of whiskey. You walked with confidence over to where Eddie and Steve were sitting, talking amongst themselves. When they realized someone had approached them and they both looked up at you but you kept your eyes on Eddie. “Hey,” you smiled at him, tilting your head to the side a bit.

“Hey,” he smiled back.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” you asked sweetly.

“Anything, sweetheart,” he turned toward to focus all of his attention on you.

“You know the game we’re playing?” He nodded. “Well, the card I picked said I have to choose someone to spit a shot into my mouth.”

“And you chose me?” Eddie's eyebrow quirked in surprise, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes, as if he relished the challenge you presented.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He slowly stood up to his full height and for the first time that night, you realized how much taller he is than you. He poured the whiskey into the shot glass and as he raised the glass to his lips, you couldn't tear your gaze away from his full lips. He grabbed your face with both hands, the warmth of his touch searing into your skin allowing you to close your eyes. Your pulse thundered in your ears as you parted your lips, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted. Time seemed to stand still as you savored the taste of him, the tang of whiskey mingling with the heady rush of desire. It was quiet and you both knew that everyone had their eyes on you, but neither of you cared.

You licked your lips once he was done and held eye contact with him. Eddie brought a thumb to your chin to wipe away the alcohol that had dripped down your chin in the process and slowly brought it to his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled, “Thank you.” He stood speechless, not believing someone, and you at that, let him do that in front of people. Before he realized it, you had grabbed the bottle and returned back to your spot on the couch where the original group of people sat in shock.

“I can’t believe I just watched that,” Robin whispered to herself but loud enough for you to hear. You looked over at Eddie, who was still standing watching you in shock, and winked at him. The both of you kept sneaking glances at one another throughout the rest of the night.

Earlier, Steve had mentioned to you that you could stay overnight and once Robin heard that; it’s safe to say that you could now consider your situation as being held against your will. As the night went on, the only people left were you, Eddie, Robin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle. You had quietly retired to the back porch to finish off the last of the joint you and Robin forgot about. You hear the door open knowing it wasn’t Robin or Steve, as Robin had finally succumbed to her excessive drinking and Steve was the one helping her out.

Eddie sat down on the chair next to you and sat so he was facing you. You both had yet to speak so you decided to pass the joint off to him. He gladly took it and placed it in between his lips. For the second time that night, your eyes were focused on his lips. Maybe a little too focused as you didn’t hear a word he had just said. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

He chuckled and shook his head before passing the joint back to you. “I said we put on quite a show earlier, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, we did,” you said, laughing, with smoke coming out of your mouth, passing the joint over to him once again. Eddie wanted to make you laugh over and over again if it meant he got to hear that beautiful sound come from your perfect lips.

“I’m not going to lie though,” he started, taking a puff and releasing it. “I kinda enjoyed it,” he chuckled, bringing his head down and rubbing the back of his neck. Nervously thinking you’d think differently of him because of that.

You gasped and his head shot up, a look of worry on his face. But then you started smiling which soon turned into laughter. “You are a kinky man Eddie,” you said still laughing, and he laughed with you till silence filled the air between you two. “But I guess that would also make me a kinky woman, because I really enjoyed it,” you said with a straight face with a slight smirk appearing the more you looked at him. Soon, the both of you, once again, broke out into laughter.

You and Eddie talked all night and by the time you realized it, the sun was rising. Eddie mentioned that the only way you both could get out of helping clean up was if you left within the hour. You felt bad leaving without saying anything so you left a note for Steve and Robin thanking them and saying that your mom wanted you home. You walked to the party so your plan was to walk back when Eddie offered you a ride, and you didn’t have it in you to object.

***

“Thanks for taking me home, Eddie,” you said to him, as he opened the passenger side door of his van and lent you a hand to assist you.

“It was my pleasure, sweetheart,” he said smiling, as he closed the door behind you.

You both walked up to your door in silence, and then proceeded to stare at one another on your front steps before he spoke again. “Do you wanna go on a date? With me? Thursday night? But if you’re busy I totally get that and if you don’t want to I totally get that too,” he was going to continue rambling on if you hadn’t cut him off.

“I would love to go on a date, with you, on Thursday night, Eddie,” you responded, answering all three of his questions, smiling at him.

“Sweet,” he whispered, smiling at you. “I will see you at school then,” he said as he backed down your stairs.

“Bye Eddie,” you beamed.

“Bye Y/N,” he smiled back. You continued to watch him walk to his car when you realized something. “Oh, Eddie, wait!” He turned around at the sound of your voice only to see you briskly walking towards him. “I forgot something,” and before he could ask what, you pulled him in by his leather jacket for a kiss. It was soft and his reaction was immediate as he pulled you in even closer by your waist. Before the kiss got too intense you pulled away smiling at him as he looked at you in bliss.

“I’ll see you at school,” you smiled. And suddenly you were inside your house and Eddie was left in your driveway staring at the door in shock and excitement.

One thing was for sure, Eddie couldn’t wait for Thursday.

#Eddie munson x black!reader #Eddie munson x black reader #Eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x black!reader #stranger things x black reader #stranger things #Eddie munson #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #thekinghazzastyles #Spotify

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rad-batson · 1 year

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Headcanon that the reason Damian’s hair is always styled up and spiky is because it just literally will not stay flat.

Brushing won’t help. No amount of hair gel can save him. He just has so many cowlicks on his head that it looks like he’s been shocked by an electrical current. The worst case of bed head known to man. It defies the laws of gravity.

They’ve tried everything. Even Alfred’s given up. It took years to accept, but he has no other choice. So 2012 Zayn Malik it is.

#damian wayne #he will never admit why #dc universe #dc #batfam #dc robin #batfamily #robin damian

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general-yasur · 9 months

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Lloyd can channel energy from electronics and whatnot. If he’s upset the lights turn and flicker green…or the tv screen will glow green and if he’s really upset the tv will just blow out. Or degrade batteries with the snap of a finger. And the energy he taps into has to go somewhere, so it’s usually stored with him and fizzles like a small fuse. His ears may spasm from time to time or his hair may seem to defy gravity as it too is pent up with power

You only really notice the small things if you know him well. It’s not until an immense release of power does one really understand he’s been slowly sucking the energy (life) out of things around him.

He doesn’t always realize either because energy is everywhere. In him, in people, in the plants, in the tv. And energy can’t really be created or destroyed, he can only track it. If he isn’t careful, he may redirect energy where it definitely does not need to go

So he is secretly very power hungry because he can literally see and feel all of it at once, and it could all be in the palm of his hand if he wanted

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lloyd ninjago

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lixiesfreckless · 3 months

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p1harmony and their kinky-haired girlfriends

a bit niche, but the reader(y/n) is typically portrayed with eurocentric hair(which isn't bad!), so when this idea popped into my head yesterday I just HAD to indulge it as a kinky haired girl myself <3

Keeho

metaphorically falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon

"oooooh girlllllll-" [immediately starts screaming with you]

will take a million photos of you because he's lowkey obsessed with everything that you do with your hair

don't know what style to do next? don't worry, he has a photo album in his phone that's kept track of every hairdo you've ever had, in case you want to try something new or return to a previous look

he WILL lay your edges better than you. and he absolutely slays the swirls that he likes to put in them

matching silk bonnets!!!

if you own any wigs, HIDE THEM if you're watching reality tv. Keeho will otherwise run to grab one while you watch the kardashians just to up the sass level

in all seriousness you guys love acting a fool in your wigs. bob-offs are a monthy endeavor

Theo

wash day connoisseur

he's taking off work. he doesn't care

knows it's a whole process and wants to help in any way he can because he's not very good at braiding or styling kinky hair

makes it into a spa day so you don't stress

has the leave in conditioner-water-gel combo DOWN and takes his time sectioning your hair so the curls define just right

loves talking to you like you're in a salon and he's just the hairdresser trying to get to know you(it's his sneaky way of checking in on you)

will complain/be sad when you say you're getting a new style in because he gets so attached to the current one but he immediately forgets the old one the minute you come home with something new

Jiung

LOVES braiding your hair. you'll actually quit going to braiders yourself in favor of staying home and binging your favorite show while jiung finishes your ends for you

in fact, if you teach him to cornrow, he will be OBSESSED with braiding cool shapes on your head in case you ever want a badass protective style

he finds it very therapeutic and loves being close to you for prolonged periods of time, bonus points if you fall asleep. he will simply die if you do that

has a playlist just for times like these </333

late night trips to the beauty supply store! because he didn't get enough rubber bands and wants to finish your hair TODAY

Intak

LITERALLY falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon

"okay okay, this is my favorite look on you" he has said this every time

enamored and cannot stop staring at you

pictures of you allllll over his social media, he's basically a fanpage

wants you to braid his hair so bad, and when you do you both know he looks so goofy but it's adorable

"do you need anything from the beauty supply store? I'm on my way home from work right now"

oiling your scalp is his job(he won't let you do it because he knows how relaxing it is when you don't do it yourself)

he is so focused. and it is SO cute.

Soul

matching hair!!!

no I'm so serious he keeps his hair longish so you guys can always match. he will dye it, he'll let you braid it, put cute rings and charms in it etc. you guys will show up to EVERY event matching if he can help it

speaking of charms and rings, he will buy the coolest ones he can find just for you to try because he thinks you look ethereal with them and can't get enough of it

begs you to let him accessorize your hair(like you're an art piece! because you are, to him at least)

crazy head massages whenever you don't have your hair done

will always say that he doesn't have a favorite style, but whenever you get braids with beads at the end he acts a little stupid

Jongseob

this boy LOVES a good fro

doesn't matter if it's big or small he just can't wrap his head around the fact that your hair literally DEFIES GRAVITY

thinks your hair is the coolest thing in the world(he's jealous)

wants you to explain to him in detail anything that he doesn't understand. he hates having a language barrier whenever you two talk about hair and he wants it GONE

so when you notice him using lingo that you taught him, you get all flustered and he thinks it's SO cute

whenever you need to take down a protective style, he is THERE and ready to set a new record

he's literally a speedrunner and thinks it's a fun little game because it is. there's a folder in your notes app with his best times

#piwon #piwon fluff #piwon x reader #p1h #p1harmony ff #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony #p1harmony headcanons #keeho #theo #jiung #intak #soul #jongseob #p1h fluff

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dira333 · 6 months

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Halo-Halo - Bakugo x Reader

This is just a little something I whipped up for @misfit-megumi - since I am patiently waiting for my own chance to eat Halo-Halo I'll use my time to torture Bakugo a little bit. I know it's probably not as sweet, but I consider Bakugo as sweet-adverse as my best friend...?

“You don’t have to be nervous-”

“I’m not nervous!” Katsuki’s voice is too loud in the car, his big hand slick with sweat around yours.

“They already like you-”

“That’s not the point.” He growls and you lean back in your seat to look at him.

His hair, formerly combed back in a way that would make Best Jeanist proud, has already started defying gravity again. He’s fussing over it every time he sees himself in the mirror while checking the traffic behind him.

You didn’t know him in high school, but you’ve seen pictures. Mina would kill for a picture of him now, the crisp lines of his shirt, his tie tied to perfection.

“Are you wearing that shirt that your Dad made?”

“Yeah.” Katsuki huffs. “What about it?”

“It suits you.” Your words are simple but he still blushes to the tips of his ears. Oh yeah, he’s so nervous.

“Of course it suits me.” He’s still trying to cover up his nerves. “My Dad made it. He knows me.”

“That he does.”

Again, Katsuki drags one hand through his hair as if trying to keep it down before resting his hand on yours.

“My mother will love you.” You say quietly, knowing he will hear it. “After everything I’ve told her, she thinks you’re a saint.”

“I’m not the saint in this relationship.” Katsuki parks the car and throws you a look. This time, his eyes are wide open and vulnerable.

You’d love nothing more than to hold him, let him lean into you, reassure him that he’s got nothing to worry about. But that’s not how Katsuki works.

So you smile instead, cheeky and daring.

“You’re right. I’m your little angel!”

He huffs, grin wide on his lips as he exits the car and walks around to open your door.

Your mother is already at the door before you can take Katsuki’s outstretched hand.

“You’re here!” She calls to the rest of the family. “They are here. Quick!”

In a matter of seconds, your family gathers. There’s your father, your mother, your brother, and at least two cats dancing between all of your feet.

Katsuki’s doing pretty well at keeping his cool even though you know he’s not a fan of so many people hanging off him.

“Surely you must be hungry!” Your mother ushers you inside. “After such a long trip! I wish Japan was closer so that you could visit us more often.”

You know she probably doesn’t mean it, but you can feel the guilt trip getting to work.

A warm hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you back until you crash into Katsuki’s chest. He smirks into your cheek.

“Don’t even think about it.” He whispers into your ear and you shiver, nodding. He knows how hard you’ve worked to make a name for yourself, away from your family, standing on your own two feet.

Curious eyes follow you as you walk through the house.

Your father asks about your travels, how much Katsuki’s already seen, and what he’s thought about it. Katsuki, to your surprise, keeps his opinion civil and polite.

That doesn’t mean he’s lying. He’s just softening the blow when he thinks something sucks - like the weather, for example.

The heat’s killing him. If not for the control of his quirk it would also kill you, quite literally. He’s never sweat that much in the time you’ve been together and that says a lot.

“I made us some refreshments.” Your mother announces just as you take a seat at the dining table. You hope for some lemonade, ice cold and refreshing.

Katsuki loathes anything sweet, that much you have learned, hardly ever goes for an ice cream even on the hottest days.

What your mother brings out, isn’t lemonade.

It’s Halo-Halo.

“I hope you like it.” Your mother beams down at you even as you look at the glasses in horror. There’s no way Katsuki will eat that.

“Babe, you don’t-” You start just as he digs his spoon into the purple Ube Halaya Jam on top. He pops it into his mouth and stares you down like he’s daring you to make him stop.

“What do you think? I did use more Ube Halaya Jam for this because you like it more this way. You can have more if you need it a bit sweeter.”

You might be imagining it, but it looks like Katsuki’s teeth are sticking together as he smiles.

“It’s fantastic.” He takes another spoonful and you suspect it’s only so he doesn’t have to talk.

In a matter of minutes, he empties his bowl. Your mother takes away his bowl and his hand finds yours under the table, squeezing hard.

You know what that means. He did it for you.

Oh, this stupid boy that loves you so much in his own weird way.

“Thank you.” You whisper back. “I know how much that cost you.”

He licks his lips, blue from the Ube ice cream.

“Worth it.” He winks at you. “If I get you.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

#my writing #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo fluff #mha bakugo #mha x reader #mha fluff

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unclewaynemunson · 2 years

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Pt3 to this au that’s getting waaay longer than i planned it to be | full version AO3 link

Eddie had a problem. A big problem. A problem named Steve Harrington, a problem who had signed up for weekly guitar lessons with him – a problem who furrowed his brows and slightly opened his mouth when he was concentrating, who had perfectly manicured fingers stroking his guitar, who ran a hand through his gravity-defying hair when he got nervous or frustrated, who blushed every time without exception when Eddie complimented him on his progress.

'He has a child, Nance!'

'So? He's single, isn't he?'

'I don't know that, he might be lying about that, too! He never mentioned his fucking daughter either!'

'Maybe it wasn't his daughter, maybe it was just some neighborhood kid or his niece or something.'

'She looked exactly like him!'

'Okay, but not mentioning something is not the same as lying. He literally said he was single, didn't he?'

Eddie sighed and nodded.

'I haven't seen you fall this hard ever before,' Nancy remarked. 'And he's clearly into you, too. I mean, he started taking guitar lessons because he wanted to see you again – that's really romantic, Eddie! Is it really a total dealbreaker if he has a kid?'

'Yes,' Eddie answered through gritted teeth.

'But you love your kids!'

'That's way different! I see them an hour a week for music lessons, that's not comparable to having a tiny human around all the time, and raising them and shaping their little mind and shit! That's fucking terrifying, Nance, I'm not even a proper human myself! I ate coffee powder for breakfast this morning because the tap wasn't working again, and I forgot to do my laundry so I'm wearing Wayne's old-man tent boxers!'

Nancy choked on her beer. 'I did not need to know that, thanks,' she spluttered.

'Point is, I'm hopelessly in love with a father, and I can never date him, because I can't possibly be a stepfather for the next, like, ten years. And he keeps flirting with me and I can't avoid any of it because I'm locked in a room with him weekly! And he's only twenty and that little girl was, I dunno, I guess three years old, which is concerning, to say the least, so –'

'You don't actually mean that.' Nancy's voice sounded sharp when she interrupted him.

'What?' Eddie shot her a confused look.

'You're not gonna shame him for being a teen dad, that's low.' She shot him one of her mildly terrifying stern glares. 'He probably had an immensely difficult decision to make, and he chose to commit, at a very young age, when it would've been easy for him to walk away and not take any responsibility. That's really brave of him, and you shouldn't judge him for that only because you can't get over it.'

Eddie huffed and took a big sip of his beer. He hated it when Nancy was honest and right.

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He saw Steve again, earlier than expected, on Monday afternoon. It was in between lessons, in the fifteen minutes he had after Will left and before Max would arrive. He put on his leather jacket and headed downstairs for a smoke, and saw Steve and his daughter come out of the daycare center at the moment he reached the last step of the stairs.

Steve froze when he saw Eddie and stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

'Hey,' said Eddie. 'Look at that, you got a lovely little family.' It sounded fake to his own ears; he desperately hoped that Steve wouldn't pick up on that.

‘Thanks,' Steve mumbled, not exactly looking too happy to be seeing Eddie. 'This is – this is Rose.' He took a few steps towards Eddie. The girl on his arm had the same soft brown-eyed gaze as her father, and her brown hair was braided neatly, with two brightly colored bows in its ends. Eddie found it hard to believe that Steve would be able to braid like that; there was a woman, of course there was a woman, there had to be a woman.

'Rose, can you say hi to Eddie?' Steve asked the little girl.

'Eddie!' she repeated with a wide smile on her face.

No matter how much Eddie hated to admit it, the girl was really fucking cute. How could he not smile back at her and give her a tiny wave, to which she responded by happily waving back at him?

'She's your spitting image,' Eddie remarked at Steve.

Weirdly enough, Steve grimaced at that.

'I know,' he said. 'Same father, so...'

'Huh, what?'

'She's my half sister.'

His half sister.

Eddie's eyes widened. 'Oh,' he responded, stupidly.

'Yeah, it's um... It's kind of a messy story, to be honest. That's why I never mentioned her, actually. She hasn't been in my life for that long yet. I didn't even know she existed until - ‘ he suddenly shut his mouth, brusquely cutting himself off. ‘Never mind, doesn’t matter.’ He looked as if he felt embarrassed for saying too much. ‘I guess I liked to pretend like everything was normal. With the music lessons, I mean. That it was just us and the music, and nothing else.' He sighed and combed his free hand through his hair, prompting Rose to stretch out her hand and lightly pull at a lock of his hair, too.

He didn't reprimand her, but merely shot her a fond look before he switched his attention back to Eddie.

'Sorry, that kinda made it sound like – like I'm not happy with her or something. But she's actually the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. It's just – it's a lot, you know? I guess I liked having this one place where I could pretend like my family wasn't falling apart.'

Eddie nodded. 'Yeah, I get that,’ he said. ‘I mean, that's what music is for, right? Escapism.'

'Yeah, exactly.'

Eddie got a sense of deja vu from the way Steve kept hovering around, seemingly not knowing what to say but also not wanting to leave, just like that first time they met. Only this time, Eddie felt lost for words, too. It was too much, to see Steve be so gentle and sweet with that girl that he'd assumed was his daughter but was actually his little sister. To see him so full of love and so distressed at the same time, one body full of contradictions. He didn't even know what to think – let alone say – right now.

He turned his gaze to Rose, because somehow, that was easier than addressing Steve directly.

'It was really nice meeting you, Rose,' he said to her. 'You have an amazing big brother. Be good to him, alright?'

She nodded, her eyes wide open and that sweet grin on her face again.

When he looked up at Steve, he saw that the guy was blushing heavily – but the anxious look had disappeared from his eyes, so Eddie supposed that he could count that as a win.

'Hey, um, I really have to go, my arm is kinda falling asleep – which is your fault, Rose, there's nothing wrong with your legs and yet I'm carrying you around like you're still a baby.' The girl stuck her tongue out and Steve gasped dramatically. 'Don't do that! I'll stop carrying you if you do that again. For real, this time.'

She giggled and Steve shifted her onto his other arm, then brushed a hand over her hair.

'Alright, I'll see you on Wednesday,' he said to Eddie, before he turned towards the exit, leaving Eddie still stunned in the hall.

Just us and the music, was the part of the conversation that kept repeating itself in Eddie's brain, like a broken record, again and again and again. Just us and the music. Just us. Us. Us.

Pt4

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nkogneatho · 5 months

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toji’s is literally perfect i wanna give him the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear twitching, mouth watering, ass clenching, name shouting, noise complaining, chest heaving, muscle spasming, nose stiffing, eye rolling, ball emptying, thigh trembling, hip thrusting, pelvis rolling, breath hitching, cheek reddening, ground breaking, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, belief shattering, hair pulling, teeth jittering, lip biting, mind boggling, soul snatching, heart wrenching, moan inducing, spine tingling, gravity defying, sweat dripping, body shivering, feet kicking, head bowing, cancer curing, mind blowing, fabric soaking, overstimulating, earthquaking, flabbergasting, body malfunctioning, world ending, universe destroying, lip biting, eye widening, brain cell evaporating, black hole creating, voice cracking, volcano erupting, head nodding, eyebrow furrowing, bone crushing, body numbing, bark worthy, lucid dreaming, dimension hopping, beast transforming, demon form awakening, pants wetting, humanity saving, show stopping, pussy pulsating, thigh rubbing, most vile, sloppy, atrociously, gushy, messy, creamy, beastly, brutally, spectacularly, amazingly, deviously, sinfully, beautifully, sadistically, ethereally, staggeringly, astonishingly, astoundingly, menacingly, bewilderingly, catastrophically, unbelievably, astronomically, disgustingly, mercilessly, rabidly, utterly sticky, absolutely orgasmic head ever known to mankind.

#i am not obsessed with him #pasi.txt #toji fushiguro

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thefangirlfever · 3 months

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Miguel O'hara x !bimbo girlfriend

Tags: F/M, femme character, fluff, alternate universe, a bit suggestive, I hope this is not too cringe for ya’ll, maybe a bit OOC, soft Miguel O'hara

Notes: I’ve seen this trend on many accounts, especially @xxxsugarbonesxxx and even if I do not identify as a bimbo myself, I wanted to give my own twist to this trope.

The more I was writing this thing, the more I started to doubt that I even knew what a bimbo was. I’m so sorry ToT but for reference, when people say bimbo, I think of Elle Woods in Legally blonde.

I hope you'll enjoy this small headcanon. It's just for fun and an excuse to write some more fluffy and smitten Miguel O'hara. It's not my best work so far but I'm slowly getting back to writing after this awful month.

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So...a bimbo, huh?

This would mean all pink, glitters and long lashes with fake blond hair? Honestly, she is quite fitting the stereotype and that was the first thing Miguel thought when he saw her. The woman was strutting down in the lobby of Alchemax, walking on heels that would be defying the law of gravity. It was truly a mystery how she could manage to walk like this with such high heels. To a certain extent he was impressed. The second thing he noticed was just how pink she was overall. Only her labcoat was a different, but she still managed to add some clips on her collar.

If a Barbie had came to life, she would look like this. She was looking like some scientist Barbie came to life.

He was even more surprised when he saw her in the lab, typing something on her computer with the sound of her acrylic nails making a small “click-clack” that filled up the small space. He wasn’t sure that these things that could poke an eye out were very safe in a lab but he soon realized how prejudiced he was. The woman standing there was very aware of the lab protocole and always made sure to respect the safety rules. Plus, she was not any scientist working there but the assistant of the head of this new project, making her his assistant.

When Miguel had checked her resume, he felt quite stupid for judging her so fast. She was major of her promotion, the youngest intern to have reached such a high rank in 20 years at Alchemax and her name appeared on many papers and projects. At this point, when he realized that, he was practically a fanboy, wanting to ask her opinion on every small subject that had a link with dark mass or quantum physics.

But there was still something he couldn’t understand...why the pink bows and glitters? Because, as much as this woman was competent, no one was really taking her seriously. If she changed her looks, then maybe people would stop acting around her as if she was some dumb blonde. Miguel once saw one of their coworkers explaining to her how the elevators worked when she was already there for a month.

What surprised him even more was that no matter how many times people would make fun of her or simply dismiss her opinion during a meeting, she just kept on smiling. He could not understand how she always kept her cool around condescending people. He knew himself and he was sure he would have already gone mad if someone talked to him this way. In fact he would quickly take the habit to clap back at the coworkers who made fun of her.

He couldn’t really explain why he felt so invested in this but he couldn’t stand this or accept the fact that something or someone would make her sad or upset. This woman was literally a ray of sunshine, always talkative curious and exhibiting such a bubbly personality. She was the exact opposite of him in every single way and after some time, Miguel realized he didn’t want her to change. He used to think that the most simple way for her to fit in was to just change her looks but he realized that he didn’t want that… He had grown used and fond of her weird, glittery, hyper femme look. He would not define himself as a fashion icon, quite the opposite even but it was always fun to watch how she was dressed on. Some days, she would channel glam Jackie Kennedy with a tailored suit, or rock a Y2K set that just enhanced her shapely body and some days she would just go full fairy tale princess mode with the most outrageous level of ruffles, pearls and lace an outfit could ever hold. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away from her. He was truly admirativ of her good taste; coordinating outfits and accessories in a way he would never be able to do in a million years, but also impressed at how unapologetically herself she was.

Miguel liked when they were working together in the lab without anybody else. He was a rather closeted person, not talking much with the others, but she just had a way to crack his shell. She was a very talkative person, always smiling and open. Miguel knew people far less competent than her who acted like they were the shit, but her, she never made people feel like they were under her level or anything like that.

She was also a bit touchy, not in an inappropriate way, but she would rest her hand on his arm, lean closer to him while they were working or grab his arm on the way to the cafeteria. He is not used to this in the beginning but as they keep interacting with each other, he slowly grows more comfortable with this, even returning some small gestures as time goes by, like placing his hand on her back or shoulder as he holds the door for her or when he lets her go first in the elevator.

They have grown comfortable enough with each other and finally feel free to talk about other things than work. She has so much enthusiasm when she talks, even about the smallest things. Whether she is talking about the latest breakdwon in Science or her favorite fashion designer, he can just listen to her, in awe. Does he care about things like make up, cute coffee shops and fashion? No. Would he listen to her talking about these for hours just because of the way her eyes shine and how she moves her hands while talking? Absolutely yes.

When they start dating, Miguel realizes just how much she was actually holding back with him. She was way more touchy and bubbly once they got closer. Not that he would complain. He likes when she hugs him without saying a word, feeling her sugar vanilla perfume tingling his nose, how it stays on his own clothes...He likes when she kisses him goodbye with a small peck on his cheeks, leaving a mark with her lip gloss. It always makes her laugh how flustered this man can be in these moments with a giddy smile painted on his lips as he keeps admiring her shiny lips tainted in some exotic color he didn’t know the existence of like ‘acid strawberry’.

Miguel who got slowly invested in her fashion choice. He would act uninterested when she talks about it just to tease and annoy her, but in the end he loves watching her twirling in her new frilly dress or trying to make him guess what she is going to wear on their next date.

The first time she mentions to him that she had a dog, he is imagining some sort of chihuahua or any of these ratty dogs – just to fit even more to the stereotype. But he is utterly surprised the moment he goes through her door and a large Staffy tackles him. The dog is overly friendly, just like her, and well-trained. His glitter collar oddly fits him and Miguel can’t stop grinning every time the dog looks at him with his head tilted to the side, on of his ears turned-in.

It’s a little hard for him to admit but he likes her place, no matter how girly it looks. It just feels very comforting. The place is warm, always filled with a nice scent, cute pillows, heart-shaped frames on the walls and so many vivid colors. It looks like a bubble out of this world. And he enjoys staying there, whether it’s just for a small dinner with her or for one of their movie nights. He really has a lot to catch up on rom-com but they are working on it. Surprisingly, he finds himself really invested in these stories and even liking them; the fact that they can make out during the movie only adds to the fun.

After some time dating together, she finally accepts for him to let some of his stuff at her place, even if it doesn’t match the aesthetic of the house.

One of the things that he finds truly fascinating at her place is her shoe collection. She could open a store at this point with all these shoes and he is pretty sure she owns some of them twice. There’s no way she needs that many high heels, especially when they are all the same color. Turns out the neon pink heels only go out for big occasions, while the pastel pink ones are more casual and the ones with an open-toe are for dates only while the platform ones are more for brunch… that’s like getting on a new planet for him. But it’s not like he doesn’t have his own little perks…

Miguel who watches his girlfriend finally standing up for herself at work, not letting anyone talk shit to her anymore. And every time she proves just how competent she is, he just stands back and watches her with a proud smile on his face, thinking “Yep, that’s my girl.”

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Notes: Thanks for reading this. It’s just a small blurb but I thought the idea could be cute. Miguel really giving Howl vibe in that last part I guess ^^

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#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #fanfic #astv miguel

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