#look at his lil snake sweater

[sweetest-honeybee]

:D 💛

#funnily enough I HATED anxceit but I’m ngl it’s growing on me 😅 #like look at janus #look at his lil snake sweater #my art #thomas sanders #sanders sides #deceit sanders #ts deceit #virgil sanders #ts virgil #anxceit

[javiscigarette]

Just Focus on My Love

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: Frankie just thinks there are better things to do than play a silly video game called Stardew Valley (or a very self-indulgent sweet baby boy Frankie fic)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only!! No use of Y/N smut duh, oral (f receiving), a bit of body/pussy worship, fingering, squirting, spitting, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, he adds a finger just for funsies, creampie, cum play, frankie loves to run his mouth when he's horny, also I know this man has killed people but he is just a baby

Word count: 4k

A/N: Inspired by Focus by miss Charli xcx!! Also this is dedicated to all the real gamers out there who play Stardew. May your crops flourish. Also this may secretly be the first part of a lil series I'm cookin up but you didn't hear that from me!

Frankie finds you on the sectional in the basement in full veg mode. You’re sitting in the corner of the couch with your legs stretched out on the cushions in front of you with the lights down low.

You’re playing the same game you’ve been playing for months now, the game Frankie is slowly starting to despise. He had actually been the one to suggest finishing the basement and creating this little sanctuary for you to play video games.

But he didn't think about how if you started spending more time curled up playing your games, that would be less time spent with him.

“Babyyy” Frankie whines from where he’s standing near the foot of the couch, at the end of your outstretched legs. 

“Hi, Francisco” you reply calmly, not taking your eyes off the screen.

Frankie takes that as an invitation. 

You pause the game and giggle as he climbs on the couch before ungraciously collapsing on top of you. He rests his head on your chest that’s covered with one of his t-shirts. 

“Don’t distract me, Frankie” you say firmly between little giggles while he gets comfy. 

“No promises.”

He snakes his arms around you, trapping his forearms between your waist and the couch cushion You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck to hold your control behind his head. You unpause and go back to the game and Frankie gives you almost five whole minute before he sighs again. 

“You’ve been down here for hours, bebita. What even is this game? Skyblue Valley? ” Frankie groans. 

“Stardew Valley. And I told you I’m so close to finishing the community center and I want it done this weekend” 

Frankie grumbles again and turns his head to look at you straight on, his chin resting on your chest, his face inches away from your’s. 

“But I’m bored and we should be spending time together. Strengthening our bond, yanno” 

You snort at that. 

“Strength of our bond?” 

“Yeah! Quality time! One of the love languages.” 

“Frankie, baby, we spent the whole day together. And as soon as I’m done with this we’ll spend the rest of the night together”

“C’mon, cariño.” Frankie whines.

He shifts around again until suddenly there’s some pressing hard against the front of your hip. It’s not surprising - Frankie can’t keep his hands off of you. He’s needy too, requiring almost the same amount of your attention that a 3-month old puppy would.

“Not gonna work, Francisco. You’ve gotta try harder than that” you say plainly, keeping your eyes glued to the screen. 

You should’ve just kept your mouth shut. 

Frankie immediately sees the challenge and lunges at it like a rabid dog. He narrows his eyes at you, his lips curling up in a mischievous smirk. 

“Frankie…” you try to warn him, already seeing exactly where this is going.

“Just keep playing your game, hermosa” Frankie says calmly, turning his head to rest his cheek on your chest again. 

He moves to unpin his arm from underneath you and starts to fiddle with the hem of your (his) shirt. The cotton is soft and worn, just like all the other shirts and sweaters that you’ve stolen from him.

He never complains, not even when half of his clothes end up on your side of the closet. He loves seeing you in them, seeing how they fit on your body, how they smell like you at the end of the day. He can never get enough. 

He slips his fingers under the hem and traces the pads of his fingers over the smooth skin of your stomach and your hips. It’s mindless, the way his hands roam your body, tracing paths that he’s traced millions of times before. 

He gets lost in it for a few minutes. He shuts his eyes and lets his hand drift all over you like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel under his fingers and his palms. It’s soothing for him too. Grounds him and reminds him that you’re real and you’re here. 

His palm is hot on your skin, leaving a burning trail as it roams your body, sliding over every square inch of skin that he can reach. It’s a simple and fairly innocent gesture, but you already feel something swirling in your tummy. 

Eventually Frankie remembers his mission and gets back to work. 

He slowly slides his palm from your rib cage down the front of you until just his fingertips dip under the elastic waistband of your sweatpants. He doesn’t stay there for long before sliding his hand back up to where he started at your rib cage. He repeats the process a few times, his fingers sliding further and further under your waistband. 

He looks up at you but you’re still unbothered, completely focused on your game. Internally, it's a completely different story. You’ve been wet since the moment he laid down and you can feel the damp cotton of your panties sticking to your core. He always gets you going like that. But you genuinely did want to finish this. And more importantly, you wanted to see what Frankie has up his sleeve. 

He pushes himself up until he’s sitting between your legs with enough room to slide your pants off, pulling your underwear down too in the same motion. Frankie parts your knees, slowly spreading you open and revealing your wet seam. His cock lurches almost painfully and he whispers “Jesus christ” to himself at the sight of your pussy already swollen and glistening without him even properly touching you. 

He settles between your legs once again, laying on his abdomen with your dripping cunt inches from his face. 

He takes his sweet time though and scatters sweet kisses on your inner thighs. He can’t help but stop every so often to nibble and suck at the smooth skin, leaving fresh red marks among the fading ones that he gave you yesterday and the day before and the day before that. 

He feels your muscles twitch under his lip and he glances up at you, but you’re still focused on your game. Damned and determined, he slowly kisses his way up your thigh and stops when his face is inches away from your burning core. 

With no further preamble, and because he can’t wait any longer, he dives right in. 

And he’s fucking ravenous with it. 

He flattens his tongue and groans into you as soon as the taste of you touches his tongue. He licks you from your leaking hole up to your clit before taking the swollen nub between his lips. He takes his time, sucking on your clit and flicking it with the tip of his tongue before letting go and licking back down to your hole where he dips his tongue inside, his head going dizzy when he feels you clench around his tongue. And the sound of it is crude, the sucking and slurping and his ragged gasps for air as he dinks you down and feasts on you. 

He’s greedy too. He spreads your lips open with his thumb and forefinger, holding you open so he can plunge his tongue inside of you as far as he possibly can with his nose bumping against your clit and he groans deeply into you again when he feels you clench around his tongue. 

Your eyelids flutter and your eyebrows draw together while your eyes roll back a bit. With a quick sideways glance, you see him with his eyes closed as he loses himself in you. Every bone in your body wants to sing but you bite back your moans, determined not to give in so easily.

Frankie takes his mouth off of you with a wet pop. He’s breathing heavily, delightfully out of breath. You haven’t paused your game yet, but your hands are motionless on the controller. Your chest is heaving with quick breaths and your bottom lip is red and puffy from you gnawing at it while you try to bite back your moans. 

He’s almost there. 

Frankie knows what makes you tick. He has spent hours and hours between your legs mapping out every inch of you and carefully studying your reaction to his every touch until he memorized every single little thing that made you shake and squirm and scream. 

So that’s why he uses both thumbs to spread you open before spitting onto your already dripping seam and listens happily to the groan he knew you would let out. He doesn't even bother looking up at you when you make a noise. He’s too enamored with watching the way his spit glides down your cunt before settling around your pulsating hole. With his mouth watering, he latches back onto you. 

And he’s messy with it. He buries his face in your pussy, overindulging in the way your slick leaks out onto his tongue and drips down his chin, moving his face side to side and smearing it all over his beard and your inner thighs until you’re both a mess.   

You’re quickly losing this battle and like clockwork, your thighs start to tremble just slightly. 

He’s got you right where he wants you.

He unwraps an arm from where it’s locked around your thigh and brings his hand up between your legs. With no warning, he sinks two thick fingers inside of you. He moans loudly against you when you gasp, your back reflexively arching and your hips grinding up against his face. 

Finally, you surrender and toss your controller to the side and grip onto Frankie’s fluffy curls instead. 

You moan his name, the sweetest sound on Earth Frankie thinks, as you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull his face impossibly closer into you and hold him in place there. Frankie doesn't miss a beat and sucks your clit in between his lips as he steady pumps his fingers in and out of you. He hums in delight, tingles running from his scalp down his spine and to his toes as you start to rock your hips against his face. The vibrations of his sounds against your core cause hot flames to start licking at the base of your spine. 

Despite your fingers tugging harshly in his hair, he pulls back from you just enough to mumble “Ride it, cariño. Ride my fuckin’ face,” his voice raspy and breathless before latching back onto your aching core. 

You listen to him because why the fuck would you not. You tighten your grip in his hair, and his jaw goes slack as you start to rock your hips up off the couch and back down again, sliding your dripping cunt up and down his awaiting tongue. 

Frankie could die happy right now. He moans when your thighs squeeze either side of his head while your hand on the back of his head keeps his face pressed into you so firmly he can't get a good breath. But he’d rather pass out than move an inch away from you right now. And the sounds he’s making are obscene, his muffled grunts and groans and whimpers going straight to your lower abdomen where the pressure of your impending orgasm is quickly multiplying. 

Everything feels so perfect, his fingers rhythmically sliding in and out of your pulsating hole, expertly stretching you out and filling you up as you hold onto his hair for dear life and ride his tongue, letting his scruffy beard scrape deliciously against your inner thighs. 

Frankie knows you’re close, he can hear the way your moans are quickly growing more and more desperate and can feel you clamping down around his fingers.  It’s time for his final move.

He pushes his fingers inside of you as deep as he can get and instead of pulling them out again, he keeps them in place and curls them upward. The sound you make is angelic and Frankie’s cock twitches hard from where it’s pinned against the couch cushion. He hasn’t paid a single ounce of attention to his throbbing length. And he doesn’t want to. He wants to, needs to devote himself entirely to your pleasure, so fucking desperate to feel you come underdone under his tongue. 

He breathes heavily through his nose as your hips start building up speed as you grind against his mouth. He keeps working his tongue while repeatedly pressing the tips of his fingers into your g-spot until there’s no more air in your lungs and your head is fucking spinning.  

It starts in your hips, the way your pace falters lets Frankie know what’s about to happen. He doubles down on his efforts and his eyes roll back when your thighs start shaking violently on either side of his head. 

“Frankieee” you whine, your nails starting to scrape against his scalp. He gives you a low and throaty growl a nonverbal way of saying “I’ve got you, let go for me. Give it to me, please baby” 

And you do. 

Your orgasm crashes down on you, knocking all the air out of your lungs as every muscle tenses in your body. Frankie doesn’t stop, not for one second, even when you start to gush around his fingers. The groan he lets out is animalistic, as you squirt against his face, your juices pouring down his hands and dripping down his face and chin onto the couch below him. 

You buck your hips and squirm underneath him as your pussy clenches with each wave of pleasure but he keeps his mouth glued to you, drinking you down. He can’t get enough. He keeps lapping at you, trying not to waste a single drop but it’s impossible with how hard you came. 

He keeps going as you ride it out, just basking in the noises you’re making and the feeling of your fingers tugging sharply at his hair, never wanting this to end. 

But your intense pleasure is fading away and sensitivity is starting to quickly replace it. You let him have his fill for a few more seconds as he desperately laps up everything you gave him. But it quickly becomes too much and you start to push him away. With a pitiful whine, he pulls back reluctantly and rests his head on your thigh. 

But you’re an absolute sight to behold in front of him. Your inner thighs and your puffy cunt are drenched, so messy and wet with a small wet spotunder the couch from your juices that Frankie couldn't lick up. Your inner thighs are rubbed red from his beard and there are crescent marks on the top of your thigh where Frankie was gripping you. 

“You’re so fucking sexy” Frankie whispers, watching your cunt clench weakly around his fingers as he slowly slides them out of you, moaning quietly as a small amount of liquid dribbles out of you and onto the couch. 

He tries to give you a break so you can catch your breath. But you’re just as impatient as he is. So you card your fingers through his hair before tugging slightly, a small mewl slipping past your lips. 

Frankie looks up to meet your gaze and raises an eyebrow when he sees the desperation still clouding your eyes. You just look back at him and whine pathetically but he knows exactly what you want. 

He doesn't tease you, doesn’t even mention the fact that your game is unpaused on the TV. Because he’s fucking needy too. And there’s a wet spot on the front of his briefs from where he was leaking precum while he was grinding mindlessly against the couch as he ate you out to prove it. 

And now, with you looking like this, he needs you bad. 

Without saying anything and keeping his eyes fixed on you, Frankie wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like he just finished eating a fucking 5 course meal and stands up from the couch to quickly shed off all his clothes. But he moves too fast though and hits his shin on the coffee table. You hiss and grimace at the sight but he barely reacts to the pain before kneeling back down on the couch between your legs again. 

Your mouth waters when you see his cock, impossibly hard and angry red, the tip wet and shiny with precum as it bobs between his legs, thick and heavy. 

“Gonna let me have you, cariño?” Frankie asks through a gravelly grumble before spitting in his hand and coating his cock in it as if you needed any more lubrication. It can’t hurt though, Frankie is thick and no matter how wet you are or how many times you take him, he stretches you out with a delicious burn. Every. Single. Time. 

“Yes Frankie, I’m please I need it, fuck” you whine. 

Frankie shushes you and lines himself up at your entrance, his fat tip pressing against your aching hole. You try to roll your hips up but he brings his free hand down to your hip, effectively pinning you in place with one broad palm. 

“Just take it, baby,” Frankie whispers. “Let me give it to you.” 

With a heavy sigh, Frankie pushes into you. He tries to go slowly, but you’re so wet that he sinks in with ease and it doesn’t help that your greedy cunt is practically sucking him in. He bottoms out with a broken moan and brings his other hand to grip your hip. 

You’re a mess underneath him, keening and moaning freely as your walls clench wildly around him. You know he’s not going to last long and being so close to the tailend of your last orgasm, there’s not much hope for you either. 

But Frankie is going to take as much as he possibly can from you. 

He gives you a few moments to adjust to his size and the feeling of being stuffed full of him. The stretch burns pleasantly as your walls flutter around him. 

“F-Frankie, fuck you feel so good s-so fucking deep, baby” you babble in between moans and gasps for air. 

He tightens his grip on your hips as he pulls out halfway and drives back into you. His cock throbs inside of you at the sound of your moan. 

“I know, baby.” Frankie sighs. “But you take it so well. Always take it so well. Letting me stretch your perfect little pussy out, huh? Such a good girl making room inside in that sweet cunt for my thick fuckin cock, letting me fill you up. Your fucking perfect, cariño. So fucking good, I’m so lucky”  

Sweet, sweet Frankie. The human embodiment of a basket of puppies that runs his mouth and fills your head with filthy words behind closed doors.

Frankie knows he should give you more time to adjust to his size, but he can’t help himself. He starts to build up a steady pace, not wanting to waste a single second of being inside you, grunting at every beautiful sound you make. 

You just lay there and take it, moaning at the feeling of him splitting you in half as he pounds into you, desperately chasing after his own orgasm. 

He slides his hands down from your hips to your inner thighs before prying them apart and pinning your legs to the couch, leaving your pussy on full display for him. He lets out a strained moan when he sees the way your lips are gripping him as he pulls out and sucking back in as he slams back into you. 

“M’not gonna last long, baby” Frankie pants with his eyes glued to where your bodies are connected. You’re already hurtling towards your second orgasm but you manage to fight the overwhelming pleasure that’s rooting itself in your bones again to open your eyes and look up at him. You’re presented with the most gorgeous sight of Frankie fucking  you with no regard. His curls are flopping down in front of his eyes as he stares at where he’s disappearing inside of you, his jaw is slack and hanging open, and his heaving chest is starting to glisten with sweat. 

“Mmmm cum inside, Frankie. I wanna feel it” you moan when you feel his hips stutter.

He grunts before dragging his eyes up your body from your wet pussy to your blown out pupils. He stares into your eyes for just a few seconds as he keeps fucking into you. 

Then he winks at you. 

Knowing that can only mean trouble, you watch him with bated breath. He drops his gaze back to where he’s pounding into you. His eyes twinkle with curiosity as he moves one hand from your thigh and brings it to your mouth. 

He gives you just one finger, slips his index finger past your lips and watches intently as you swirl your tongue around his digit, getting it wet with your spit. When he’s satisfied, he pulls it out and brings it back down to your core. 

He slows down a bit and you gasp when he traces where he’s stretching you out with his wet finger. 

“Think you can take a little more?” Frankie asks, looking up at you while continuing to prod at your stretched entrance. 

“Yes” you moan, not giving it a second thought because if Frankie thinks you can, then you know you can. 

“Thank you, cariño” Frankie whispers.

You give him a weak nod and try to suppress the whimper that’s bubbling up in your throat when he stops moving until he’s still inside of you. 

You do whimper, well more of a strangled moan, when he starts to work his finger covered in your saliva into you, right alongside his thick cock. 

“Holy shit” you cry out, one of your hands flying up to claw at his bicep. 

“Is it too much?” Frankie asks, his eyebrows drawn together in concern as he tries to read your facial expressions and your body language. 

You shake your head fervently and squeeze your eyes shut. 

“N-no, keep going” you pant. “Feels so good, Frankie, please keep going.” 

And because Frankie is trained to follow commands so well, he keeps pushing his finger inside of you, cursing under his breath as you squeeze around his finger and his cock. 

“Jesus christ, baby” Frankie hisses as he starts fucking into you again. 

With the added thickness of his finger (which is ridiculously thick by itself), you genuinely feel like his ripping you open in the best way possible. You can’t hold on for much longer and the sounds he’s pulling out of you are insane and as he delivers you into the awaiting arms of your second orgasm. 

“C’mon, baby. Can feel every fucking inch of you squeezing me” Frankie huffs as he continues to plow into you. “Soak my cock, baby please. I wanna see it this time.” 

There's a long moan of his name and the sound of it bounces around in his head before traveling as a tingle down his spine. He watches you in amazement as you lift your hips off the couch as you start to gush around him again. He doesn’t stop pounding into you though. And the sensation of your slick leaking out around his finger and his cock and sliding down his to his palm and his balls as you clench around him is too fucking much. 

His own body takes him by surprise, his hips faltering as he starts to cum inside you with no warning. He grunts loudly as he empties himself inside of you and it’s so much that he can’t remember the last time he came this hard. 

The two of you stay there for a minute, just trying to catch your breath. Frankie starts to go soft and once the stretch isn’t so much, he slowly slides his cock and and finger out of you. He groans softly in his throat and watches with heavy eyelids as his cum, mixed with your own release, starts to leak out of you, adding to the dark spot on the couch from earlier.

As if he’s on autopilot, Frankie mindlessly gathers his cum that’s seeping out of you on two of his fingers before he pushes them back inside of you. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, marveling at the way your hole leaks around them until you whimper and squirm at the overstimulation. 

He carefully removes his fingers and slides them into his own mouth because he can never get enough of you. Never ever. You watch with hooded eyes and a dopey smile as he licks your slick and his cum off his fingers, closing his eyes and making a small noise in his throat as he does so. 

He takes his fingers out of his mouth with a strand of saliva briefly and obscenely connecting his tongue to his fingers. He opens his eyes and gives you a goofy grin, too entirely pleased with himself. He leans down and presses his lips against yours. He laughs through his nose when you eagerly lick into his mouth in an attempt to get a second hand taste. 

After a playful bite to your bottom lip, he pulls back to look at you. 

“You’re greedy” Frankie teases with a smirk. “And messy” he adds when he looks down to the wet spot on the couch. 

The same couch that the two of you bought a couple months ago because ironically, your old couch was starting to collect some stubborn stains. Frankie knows you’ll give him shit about it later and will probably be the one on his knees cleaning the cushion in a few minutes, but he doesn’t care one bit. 

“Don’t even try, Morales” you say with a chuckle and an eye roll. 

Frankie giggles sweetly before ducking down to give you another quick kiss. He then straightens up and turns his head to look over his shoulder at the TV. He turns back to look at you with a shiteating grin. 

“You left it unpaused” he tries to say plainly, but the glee is evident in his voice.

He won. 

Your face drops from sated to stressed as you look over at the TV screen and see that the game has advanced three more days while Frankie was playing with you. 

“Francisco Morales!” you shout, reaching behind you to grab a pillow and throw it at him. He scrambles off the couch and runs away cackling before you can hit him.

#frankie morales smut #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #triple frontier fic #pedro pascal characters #javiscigarette

[inevesgf]

MINE ALL MINE ⠀,⠀ stephen tries.

synopsis ✩ what it’s like dating stephen tries.

warnings: mentions of sex, f!reader.

authors note: oh god do i have big plans .. i absolutely love writing these lil headcanons so i’m planning on continuing that in the future with a few other creators in mind. currently whipped for willne + chris as ALWAYS — in the works of another chris fic which is going to be such a loonngg one. love yous x

• such a sucker for physical touch and quality time.

• no matter how busy he is with filming and with other events, he always makes time for you.

• date night is NECESSARY. you each switch back and forth every other week planning a date night.

• you both equally enjoy nights in and nights out together — but overall you both prefer to spend time alone together.

• fancy dinner dates? yes! mario kart dates where you scream and call each other cunts when you loose? yes!

• never a dull moment with stephen when you’re alone together. one moment he will be cuddling and kissing you and the next he’ll tickle you until you cannot breath

• equally loves to be the big spoon as he does the little spoon.

• loves to lay his head on your lap while you two watch a film together. he almost falls asleep every time you play with his hair but he LOVES it.

• very cliche, but in the best way possible.

• loves to surprise you with random little gifts like sweets when he stops by the shops, bouquets of your favorite flowers for special occasions and treating you to dinner even when it’s not date night.

• tits or ass? no, stephen is a THIGH GUY hence loving to lay his head on your thighs.

• loves giving more than receiving! likes to be between your thighs, leaving little love marks only he can see.

• likes pda, but isn’t excessive with it.

• will hold your hand when you’re out with friends and snake his arm around your shoulder as you two walk.

• when hes drunk, he’s a little more touchy.

• he’ll pepper you in kisses all over your face, allowing himself to be clingy towards you.

• i imagine one of the others who did football pub golf for chris’ channel having to text you to come get stephen after the shoot because he’s absolutely battered.

• snakes his arms around your waist the second he sees you gives you the wettest, yet short smooch on your cheek.

• very lovey when he’s sober, but MORE lovey when he’s drunk.

• when you get home, you insist he relaxes and drinks some water, but all he wants to do is lay in your arms and take a nap.

• the type of boyfriend to tell you he loves you at the most random times — whether you’re cooking, editing a video or even just sitting there doing nothing.

• prefers soft and slow sex compared to fast and lustful. just likes to be as close to you as possible

• talks about you a lot to his friends ( who find it so cute, mind you ), but this does result in them sort of making fun of him for it.

• the boys hit him with the “howd you manage that? she’s fitter than you” but he knows that doesn’t make a difference in your love for him.

• you two definitely have a shared playlist of love songs that remind you of each other and your favorite songs to listen to eachother. lots of djo, the 1975 and hozier on it!

• his music taste is basically just your music taste because of how often he listens to the playlist.

• obsessed when you wear his clothes. like this man will NOT stop staring at you when you wear his sweaters or his t shirts.

• half of your wardrobe is probably his old tees, but he does not mind one bit because of how gorgeous you look.

#chrismd #sidemen #callux #ksi #miniminter #calfreezy #chrismd x reader #fanfic #sidemen fanfic #callux x reader #stephen tries #stephen tries x reader #beta squad #beta squad x reader #wroetoshaw #w2s imagines #w2s #harry lewis #w2s x reader #sdmn #youtube #fanfiction #stephen lawson #niko omilana x reader #niko omilana #sharky x reader #sharky

[keeksandgigz]

i got this lil idea while i was packing to go back to uni- also this is me doing an exercise with dialogue :)

"God- fuck how is it still forty-one pounds?" you groan in frustration after Eddie tosses your suitcase back on your bed.

"Well, sweetheart, I don't think a sweater weighs two pounds- that's just me though" he throws his hands in the air in defeat.

"But I'm literally leaving a bag here and so many fucking clothes" you seethe "There's only so much stuff I can move to my backpack"

He picks it up and whistles "Praying for your back, baby, this thing is heavy. I can carry it for you, though" he chuckles.

"Eddie I don't know what to do" you pout, throwing yourself on the bed.

"Alright, alright, lemme take a look" and with that, he opens your suitcase to a neatly- stacked pile of clothes, socks, underwear and various pouches and bags "Stop pouting, baby, it makes me sad" he adds, a feeble voice adds to his sad little puppy eyes.

"I am sad! If I have to leave one more thing I'll cry" you protest as he rummages through your suitcase.

"There's no need to cry, we can just take out this pair of jeans- you literally never wear them and- sweetheart, why the fuck do you have a candle in here?" he takes out the little heart shaped candle he bought you.

"Because you got it for me! And it's heart shaped! Plus it's tiny it doesn't weigh that much" you complain, taking it out of his hands and tucking it back into a corner of your suitcase.

"Baby, take it out, you don't need the candle" he gives it back into your hands as he scouts for more useless things you don't need to bring.

"Eddieeeee" you bury your head in the pillow and scream dramatically.

"Why do you need two full- sized perfume bottles?" he takes both of them out "Choose one to leave here"

"No, you can't make me choose! The chai one is my favorite perfume" now hit by sleep and exhaustion, you're delirious in your whiny rambles.

"Okay, so we'll leave the chai and take out the sugar flower one" he says, reaching for the pink bottle to place on your desk.

"No! I literally just got it. Stop being so mean" you cross your arms again.

He lays down next to you, placing a kiss on your temple "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I'm trying to help you, I can't just magically make your suitcase lighter"

"No, you're literally the devil right now" you hit him with a pillow.

He just laughs, he finds it funny how you ramble nonsense when you're sleepy "I'm being a saint, actually. I could just go home and let you deal with this conundrum by yourself" he chuckles.

"If you were a saint you'd let me take both. God didn't tell Eve to choose between Adam and the apple, you're being the snake" at this point the delirious ramble just makes Eddie fall into fits of laughter over what the fuck you're talking about.

You're also laughing, aware of how silly you sound, all whiny and sad over a bottle of perfume.

"You gotta choose, sweetheart, or I'm not letting you take neither" he threatens, at that you tense up.

"Alright, fine, take out the chai one" you huff, as he puts the other one back in the suitcase and closes it up, putting it back on the scale.

"See, I'm a genius, baby. It's thirty- nine pounds now" he snickers to himself, gloating in his victory like he won boyfriend of the month. Your eyes light up.

"Does that mean I can put the candle back in?" all he does is groan in frustration.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things fanfiction

[spoiledmilks]

YOUUUUUUUUUUU

would William be deathly afraid of snakes or keep them like pets

Imagine this guy in a sweater and a tiny top hat or look up snakes in sweaters

He’s been begging his wife for a lil snake (they didnt get one)

Personally i love the tiny danger noodles theyre so cute i just wanna boop that snoot

#lil snek #awawa #my art #inbox

[elsmstrss]

i love your hcs 💕 can you write hcs of how ellie williams comforts insecure reader

thank you sm love !! not sure what kinds of insecurities you were looking for specifically so there's a lil bit of everything. also i think i hate how this turned out oops

ellie williams headcannon: how ellie comforts your insecurities <3

tags: ellie williams x fem!reader , lapslock , insecure reader , hurt/comfort , fluff , pet names , ellie typical cursing, mentions of body image and poor self esteem etc. , basically a oneshot at the end lol sorry , not proofread

you're self confidence hasn't ever been very high. it's one of the reasons it took you and ellie so long to become official. you're brain just overthinks everything and it took you a long time to believe ellie whenever she would give you sweet compliments or flirty looks that couldn't possibly be for you, right?

even after you two started dating, the insecurities never really left you. the overthinking lessened and ellie made you feel beautiful, inside and out, but deep down you always held dark thoughts about yourself. and ellie knew this.

anytime you two go out in public, ellie would get stares from anyone. you knew ellie had some flings before you and you couldn't help but feel inferior whenever a pretty girl would come up to ellie while you were together. they would leave suggestive touches on her arms or flirty smiles. seemingly not even noticing your presence.

ellie would always brush them off, but you couldn't help but feel inferior. you already had a hard time believing ellie chose you of all people. you weren't anything special.

one night the thoughts began to become too much, eating you up inside. you were both getting ready for bed when ellie noticed your hesitation to climb into the blankets with her.

"c'mon babe i'm coooold" she teased, arms open and making grabby hands.

"els, maybe i should go back to my place". ellie's tone quickly changes to one of worry, scrambling out of the bed and rushing over to your slumped figure.

"why? are you feeling ok" the back of her hands pressed to your forehead, checking for any hotness there.

you try not to tremble as tears well in your eyes, shaking your head. she's always taking such good care of you and it makes you cry harder.

"hey hey, don't cry. tell me what' wrong, hm?" she guides you to the edge of the bed, plopping down next to you and tucking you into her neck. "talk to me petal, let me help". her voice oozed comfort and her body was so warm. you couldn't stop yourself before you spilled your guts. "y-you deserve better els"

"huh? what are you talking about?" you try and explain the insecurities you felt, feeling dumber for them by the second as ellie's face shows nothing but confusion.

when it finally hits ellie, she can't help but cup your face and pout at your tear stained cheeks. "your my best girl, hm? my favorite. your beautigul, and strong, and the kindest person i know. no one could compare and i love you, only you."

her words were like a blanket that consumed your cold body. you know how hard it is for ellie to express feelings through words. and even though you know it wouldn't fix it, they comforted you.

"i know ellie, 'm just being du-"

ellie surged in and kissed you, effectively cutting you off leaving you breathless.

ellie would never let you talk bad about yourself.

later, jesse and his group had scored a jackpot on a bunch of new clothes. you were excited to get some better clothes for the summer as all you seemed to own was sweaters and jeans.

you locked yourself in the bathroom, trying on a million different things but nothing seemed to look good on you.

a quick knock followed by a "babe let me see" from ellie on the other side of the door. you sigh and stare up at the ceiling before opening the door, revealing your girlfriend leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

"i look disgusting" you sigh out, examining your self in the mirror once again. you feel arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a chest.

"hey! don't say that about my girlfriend" ellie said, serious but a small quirk in her lips made you roll your eyes. you couldn't help it. what you saw in the mirror repulsed you. it must of shown on your face because ellie's fingers start wiggling at your sides, effectively squeezing a giggle out of you.

"seriously love, you look stunning. remember that." her words make you flush and you nod. the only opinion that mattered was ellie's. you decided to keep the clothes, and maybe they were growing on you.

ellie always praises you, even when your feeling okay. you would just be reading on the couch, hair thrown lazily into a bun, huge sweater drowning your frame and ellie would appear in front of you with a sloppy kiss to the forehead and goofy grin on her face. "what?" you'd ask, confused and kinda annoyed that she distracted you from a really good part of the book.

"nothing your just fucking cute" or "just wanted to kiss a pretty girl, is that a crime"

once, you both were cuddling on the couch, watching some shitty romance film ellie had found on patrol earlier that day. something on the screen made her chuckle, body shifting as she moved her hand right on top of you stomach. the warmth from her palm instantly seeped through your thin shirt and it caused a sharp intake of your breath.

ellie felt your body tense up in her arms, causing her to glance down at the side of your face, "you okay, baby?"

you nod quickly, a small smile that you hoped was convincing. it wasn't. ellie knows you way too well.

ellie's eyes trace your profile down your neck and to her hand. she instantly recognizes her mistake and a sad sigh falls from her lips.

"love, look at me". you pretend you don't hear her and she sighs louder this time. a moment passes and you think that's it when all of a sudden her hands are on your hips, theres movement, and then her face comes into view.

her hands carresses your sides and hips as she stares into your eyes, eyes hard but touches soft. "there's my pretty girl." she breathes out.

"els, the movie-"

"fuck the movie. i wanna watch you instead" she leans in closer, you can see every freckle dusting her cheeks.

her words make you blush and you stare at her lips because the eye contact is just too much.

you feel her finger under your chin, lifting your face, eyes meeting. she dips down, taking your lips in hers. the kiss is gentle and it spreads warmth throughout your whole body. her kisses always make you feel on cloud 9. you don't even notice as her hands start to explore more of your body. your hips, sides, thighs, tummy. her fingers ghost over your nipples, collarbone, neck, jaw. she repeats the cycle twice before you run out of breath.

"so fucking gorgeous" "im so lucky" "need you so bad" words and praises fall from her lips between each kiss to your lips, nose, eyelids.

she lays you on your back, pushing your shirt up above your breasts, leaving you exposed from your neck to below your belly button. "can't believe your all mine". you whine at her words, trying to tug your shirt back down but ellie wont have any of it.

she starts to leave a trail of kisses down your torso. you cant help but freeze up as she nears the most difficult parts.

"it's just me, petal"

you always insisted the lights are off or that your shirts stays on whenever you two are intimate but for some reason you can't bring yourself to say anything this time. ellie just makes you feel so good.

in conclusion ellie loves you very much, and its more than enough for the both of you. so, whenever the love for yourself seems so far away, she just gives you some of hers <3

thank you again for the request anon ! gentle reminder that my inbox is open and requests (or just some ellie brainrot ranting) is always welcome ! tdlr: i have no ideas

#this took me so long #like my fingers are so sore from slamming the backspace button #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams imagine #hurt/comfort #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams the last of us

[punkshort]

i had an idea to add to the ‘str’ extras post. i came across an insta account that details “things ____ loves/hates” (i will link an example, credit to them for the idea), thought it could be an interesting, insightful look into sheriff!joel, of things you haven’t touched on but that makes up the wonderful man we have grown to love!

no rush if you decide to do it just a fun lil thing i thought of <3

https://www.instagram.com/p/C3BLN86OquE/?igsh=MWF0aG0ydzA4c3BnZg==

I like this idea! And I am very much looking for a distraction so I decided to have a little fun with it and make a photo collage to go along with my answers:

Likes:

Classic romance novels. I think he likes to keep it a secret but he has a soft spot for the classics (I thought wuthering heights was kind of apt... two people unable to be together, etc...)

Coffee. It's an obvious one, but maybe not so obvious is he prefers to share coffee with someone else. That's why he always found himself going to the diner, even before reader came on the scene. He just likes to be around others, even if it is his annoying younger brother.

Texas - duh. Sheriff Joel couldn't imagine living anywhere else, especially up north. He is a southern boy through and through.

Lazy mornings. Those are rare for him. Sarah tends to have a busy schedule, even on the weekends, so when he gets the chance to sleep in a little or just lounge around before having to get up, he really enjoys that (especially if reader is there, although he hasn't been able to have many mornings with her... yet 👀). To go along with this, he also really likes kissing. Just making out with no goal in mind. Slow, lazy licks and soft little noises under a warm blanket on a Sunday morning with nowhere to be? Perfection.

Old movies. Especially at the drive in. Something about the nostalgia of it really makes him happy. And that romantic side of him can't help himself. It's usually his go-to first date idea.

Football. As Sarah mentioned once before, he really enjoys American football and annoys her with it. Sarah really looks forward to the spring and summer because there's no football on TV and she doesn't have to listen to him yelling in the living room every ten minutes.

His favorite pair of jeans. He's had them for years, the knees are getting worn out but he loves them and won't part with them.

Sarah - obviously. Even though she keeps him on his toes and super busy all the time, he would drop anything for her. He is always struggling to balance work and home and he tends to stretch himself too thin and not take enough time for himself, but he tries to make every single soccer game and school event because he loves seeing how talented Sarah is.

Hiking, specifically with Sarah. It's something they like to do in the summer, at least one weekend a month. Occasionally he can convince her to camp out overnight, but she hates sleeping in a tent so it's a hard sell.

Dislikes:

People who don't use their seatbelts. It's so easy. Just do it. He's seen too many accidents in his line of work and he hates when people don't use them.

Snakes. Sarah never lets him forget about the time when he was nine years old and he went to put on his boot to go play outside and was surprised to find a snake sleeping inside. To this day, he can't put his shoes on without checking them first.

Oysters. It's a texture thing, he thinks they're gross. He doesn't care they are an aphrodisiac, he doesn't need it 😉

Line dancing. Even though he's from Texas, it makes him cringe every time he sees people doing it.

Snow/being cold. He prefers the heat. It's what he's used to and he doesn't like shoveling snow on the rare occasion Texas gets any accumulation.

Lip Gloss. He likes kissing. A lot. And he thinks lip gloss is too sticky.

Wool Sweaters. Because he runs hot as it is and wool just makes it worse. Plus, it's itchy.

People who talk about themselves too much. Especially women he's been on dates with. He likes learning about other people, but when it becomes apparent they have no interest in learning about him, it's a turn off.

Golf. Because all my Joels hate golf. For no particular reason at all.

Thank you so much for this ask! It was a lot of fun putting together.

#anon ask #ask #STR fic #sheriff!joel

[emhasthoughts]

Trick or Treat

Summary: Eric and Fiona were dead set on dressing up the cats.

A/N: "I'm not gonna write another bonus, I'm not gonna write another bonus, I'm not gonna - Fuck it" I had to write this bc I got the idea in my brain during a stream and it wouldn't let go until I wrote it

Thanks @dcartcorner , the two chatters in stream and my friend who helped me decide on some of the costumes.

Inspiration for Daisy's costume

Not beta read, just me, lil document and thoughts about cats

Pt 1, Simon, Peter, Elias and Mike / Pt 2, Michael and Helen Distortion, Agnes / Pt 3, Annabelle, Jude, Oliver / Pt 4, Maxwell, Manuela, John, Jane / Bonus, a visit to the vet

Gertrude blamed Eric Delano for the situation she was in. Well, Eric and Fiona Law. She could hear the two talk on the 30th that Gertrude felt was not work related. Her suspicion was confirmed as Eric knocked on the door to her office, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for her to look up. 

“Yes Eric?” 

“So… Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Because it’s Halloween. Going out for drinks with, oh, what was his name? Jurgen Lighter?” 

“Leitner.” Gertrude sighed. “And no. I’m going to be home. Halloween is just a time of year to give children excuses to eat a lot of candy.” 

“Riiight-” Eric drummed his fingers against the door frame. “You got cats though, right?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to dress them up?”

“Now why would I do that?”

Because Eric and Fiona were dead set on dressing up the cats. So after work they forced Gertrude to the local pet shop in order to find enough costumes for the cats. It was quite hard figuring everything out. Spending hours there looking at photos of the cats to find the right match. 

“We’ll go home to yours directly after work then?” Fiona clarified with Gertrude before they went their separate ways. Gertrude only answered with a nod and mumble about how tomorrow would not be a great day.

31st started just fine. The day went on as usual, though her assistants were more talkative than normal. Eventually it was time to leave and the four stood ready as Gertrude exited her office. She sighed. Clearly no one had forgotten. 

Some of the cats were very easy to get into their costumes. Oliver, Maxwell and Manuela got dressed as bats with wings, matching their already black fur. Oliver let it happen while the other two put on a bit more of a fight. Eric had a bit worse of a luck than Emma as he decided on the twins, both wearing a very colourful snake costume that Michael had first fought to not have to wear, Gerry however had been more peaceful, glaring at Eric as he got a onesie full of different types of eyes on it. 

Poor Sarah had decided to take on Mike, which had gone as well as one might expect from him as Sarah tried to get him into a cloud costume. She had then taken three of the more peaceful cats. Simon, dressed as a bee and Peter who had accepted his fate to be dressed as a jester. She had even managed to catch Elias to put him in an owl costume. 

Gertrude decided to make it as easy as possible by taking the cats that seemed the most interested in the costumes. Tim dressed in a cape similar to how a vampire costume would be, Martin who got a cow costume, Sasha who got a small knitted sweater and quickly made glasses to fit a cat, Jon who joined - or was bullied by Tim - was put in a moth costume. Agnes came up to her for her costume, looking like a fire with a crown on top of her head.

Fiona got Daisy into a dog costume, Melanie got on a lion's mane and Basira who got put in a box painted like a police car, though not without some chasing, scratching and something that fell from a table.  Emma stuck to the theme of the matching outfits as she managed to get Jane into a worm costume, John into a fly costume and Annabelle into a spider costume. Eric changed out Georgie’s collar to one that said ‘The Admiral’. Jared got a onesie similar to Gerry’s though this one had a pattern of bones. Fiona had to take Jude and Nikola. Jude dressed up as a flame while Nikola looked like a toy soldier.

After a bunch of photos and attempts at getting Gertrude out with them, Emma, Fiona, Sarah and Eric decided to leave. Planning to go to some bar they liked. Leaving Gertrude alone with cats in stupid costumes and having to answer the door as people dressed up came by. Which was a bit of a pain as cats wanted to get out or the people showing up saw the dressed up cats. Gertrude was not very happy to get the cats OUT of the costumes again.

#gertrude robinson #eric delano #fiona law #Emma Harvey #Sarah Carpenter #the magnus archives #cat avatars #I'm not gonna tag all of the cats #I refuse to tag all the cats

[insult-2-injury]

Take a Seat- Chapter 8

After a skirmish up top, your failing shop falls under the watchful gaze of the Eye of Zaun. And his blue-haired gremlin daughter.

Silco x Fem!Reader | WC: 3.1k | Eventual Smut | Slow Burn | Romance | Angst | Sexual Tension | Humor | Fluff |

I am squealing. Look! Look at this amazing, beautiful, wonderful, PERFECT artwork of knife girl done by the insanely talented @dad-dumpster. Full body here! This is exactly who I picture when I write my scrappy lil' knife girl. I'm so happy to finally have a face to her name and am just over the moon! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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You started on the knife right away.

How could you not with that stunt he’d pulled behind the bar?

Snake. Oh, he was a snake alright, and none were so slimy as him. He’d known exactly what he was doing when he’d gotten so close, that oppressive energy of his laying claim to every prickling nerve in your body, steeping you in a thick haze of smoke and spices, leaving you drunk off the memory of it alone.

You could have walked away, could easily have ducked underneath the cage of his arms, but you hadn't, and it'd had nothing to do with standing your ground. You were so foolish, should never have allowed him so near. Why were you crafting a weapon for him anyway when he’d already forged such a potent one with his proximity alone?

Because it kept you distracted from this silly little preoccupation with the man, that’s why. You couldn’t even find it in you to be embarrassed. No. You’d leapt straight to fury when you’d gotten home that night, because he’d watched every stupid little tell on your face as if you were the highest form of entertainment, all while he’d presided over you with that despicable smugness.

The worst part was that you had no one to talk about this little infatuation with. It wasn’t as if you could talk to Cecil about it, although she probably already had an idea seeing how diabolical and giddy you always were whenever you flew down the stairs unscathed each week after meeting with him.

Besides, she was busy. Things between her and Sevika had really kicked off at the Last Drop that night and the way she put it, Sevika had made her dance alright. So, that tiny, glowing sliver of regard for the Eye of Zaun and his daughter was minor, really.

Nothing to worry about.

He’s holding the reins.

Your jaw clenched.

You were no marionette, dangling off his proverbial strings.

Oh, but he did like control, didn’t he? He didn’t just like it, he needed it. Tightly wound control lay in the rigidity of his shoulders, in the smooth, calculated movements of his long-fingered hands as he conducted a conversation, seamlessly bending it to his will. Even so much as a quirk of the eyebrow, a cock of the head seemed orchestrated, pre-planned.

So, what kind of chain reaction would occur if you were to budge such an unmoving monolith? Heat grew from the thought alone, sending a pulsing ache between your thighs.

Pushing. Pushing. Pushing. What exactly did you think the outcome would be?

An irritable murmur in your chest morphed into a howl of frustration as you snatched a knife up off your worktable, spun on your stool, and whipped it across your tiny house, where it stuck right into the pupil of Silco’s sketch, drywall dotting the floor beneath.

“Picture book, my ass.”

You shoved fingers through your hair, pushing back unruly strands only for them to fall again into your eyes.

Stefan’s words wormed through your head.

“I’m afraid after what happened, you’ve become disillusioned. Resentful.”

Perhaps he was right. You’d been systematically changed.

So, who was this new you, torn between two extremes? Your traitorous head, and… something else. Something darkly exciting.

You flopped onto your bed, thinking about Friday.

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With zero context for the agenda of the night other than "wear a coat," you did just that, tossing on your favorite lightweight one over a sweater, cute but threadbare. Your knife belt hung loosely across the tops of your hips and your pants clung tightly to your leg, flaring stylishly at the bottom.

If he was planning on sending you down the river on your merry way, you’d opt for style over comfort.

You grabbed your bag and a warm headband and you made your way to the Last Drop, wondering where the night was about to take you.

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“We’re going on a field trip.”

Jinx materialized out of thin air the moment you walked in the door of the Last Drop, snatching hold of your elbow and tugging you toward the stairs, her thin, adolescent frame cutting easily through the crowd while you felt like a battered fruit, clobbering through flying elbows and stomping feet.

“First of all, whoa. Second, where are we going?”

“What?”

You repeated your question through the din of the crowd.

“My secret lab!”

“Secret lab? Is that why you’re wearing sunglasses indoors?”

“What?!”

“Why are you wearing sungl- NOT YOU. NOT AGAIN.”

 The same drunk menace that had Shirley Templed you weeks prior was ahead, staggering directly into Jinx’s route, whiskey sloshing and you quickly brought your free hand up to both guard and shove her drink-toting hand away from you, successfully spilling most of it onto her head.

Ice cold liquid drenched the bottom of your sleeve as you cackled in victory. Jinx looked back at you, the hair framing her face wild and frizzed, her lips forming into a wide, toothy grin as she answered your question.

“I was making lightning!”

You accepted the vague answer with a contemplative bob of your head. You expected nothing less than the unexpected.

“Cool. Always need more of that.”

She giggled craftily, in a way that only Jinx could, and pulled you up the stairs, but not before you jabbed your fingers in Teddy’s direction, who was standing watch.

“I know full well there’s an elevator in this building, Teddy. I remember,” you yelled as you passed in a blur, “And I will ride it again. Mark my words.”

The mountain of a man hardly ever spoke a word, but you could tell he found you at the very least amusing.

He was an intimidating size, but was gentle, calm in the eyes- you’d always been good at spotting them, those little glints of goodness in people, and you rather liked the guy, despite his refusal to allow you onto the employee elevator, an issue you’d decided you were going to drag to hell and back.

It was heartening, however, that he’d allowed you past each week with not so much as a glance. You liked to pretend it spoke to some level of trust, but there wasn’t much of that to go around in the Undercity.

Jinx was a fountain of buzzing, youthful energy as she bounded up the stairs with you in tow, but you fell behind quickly and were a panting mess by the time you arrived at the threshold of Silco’s office, the door standing open.

You stood outside to catch your breath, huddling into your coat as if to ward yourself against a storm, enraptured by the way the blistering force of Silco's presence seemed to bleed into the hallway outside.

His critical gaze pinned you the moment you crept in. He beckoned you forward with a tilt of his head, eyes sliding down your jittery form and pausing on your drenched sleeve.

“Same drunk woman as before,” you spoke irritably as you casually stepped over Jinx’s prone form sprawled across the floor, where she played a dangerous game of catch with a brightly spotted grenade.

“I suppose staying out of the way wasn’t an option,” he said, and you tried to ignore how confidently imposing he appeared as he stood up from that pretentious high back chair, long fingered hands at work organizing papers into a neat pile in a corner tray of his desk.

“Never,” you responded, swinging your prying eyes away just as his began a slow crawl to meet yours.

“I thought not,” he said, the sounds of shuffling papers pausing briefly as he studied you.

Heat blossomed at the tips of your ears as you traipsed toward his shelves, which you’d never had the guts to examine closer until now.

You eyed his little trinkets, book titles blurring as you feigned interest, a little lost in thought as you trailed your fingers across them, picking up a thin layer of dust.

The silence, however short, held a devastatingly loud weight, the rhythmic noise of the grenade slapping Jinx’s palm like a sharply ticking clock.

“She’s hellbent on my destruction,” you continued, filling the quiet. “No tact at all. Just stumbles around your bar like she owns the place, can you believe it? Needs to be taught a lesson in bar etiquette.”

“Bar etiquette? In the Lanes?”

“Of course. For example, let’s see…” You listed them off on your fingers. “Don’t pay in change. Wait your turn-“

“Don’t get sloshed!” Jinx spoke, sounding splendidly proud of herself and you spun around, pointing at her approvingly, raising a third finger.

“Exactly.”

You turned to Silco.

“Whoever she is, she’s a social criminal.”

“For getting drunk at a bar?”

Silco’s eyebrow quirked and you shot him a cooperative smile, leaning back against the bookcase.

“Yep. Bars are for board games and-“

You prompted your blue-haired friend with an outstretched palm and she rolled her eyes.

“Jinx.”

“What?”

“Say it.”

“I’m not sayin’ it, knife girl.”

“Jinx, don’t embarrass me in front of the Eye of Zaun.”

Sighing, Jinx caught the grenade with ease, holding it between her long, twiggy fingers as she sat up, arms rounding her knees, addressing Silco.

“She thinks when she says ‘hijinks’ that it’s the funniest thing.”

You adjusted your stance, crossed your arms.

“It’s the highest form of comedy, you wouldn’t get it.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Genius.”

“Stupid.”

“Hm,” you said, shaking your head. “That’s so weird, I can tell she’s trying to say ‘genius’.”

“Jinx, grab your things,” Silco interrupted, and you turned only to catch the tail end of something strangely unsettled in his gaze falling into a steel impassivity.

“On it!”

The girl was a blue blur, and you stepped to the side as she sprung up, sticking out her tongue at you as she ran.

“Jinx.”

Two braids cracked through the air as she swung her head back around to Silco.

“Grab your coat.”

Jinx threw him a silly, two-fingered mock salute and ran out the door.

Tenderness tugged at the corners of your lips as you gazed into the empty hallway, huddling unwittingly into the jacket he’d requested you bring. He’d been right, you’d realized as you’d walked there that night, the crisp, stinging air whispering of the upcoming winter.

Funny, how he’d bothered to even mention.

You marveled at how disastrously thin the air became as Jinx’s electric presence disappeared down the hallway, her clomping footfalls fading, carrying with it most of your aplomb.

Remembering your present company, you turned your head achingly slow to meet Silco’s waiting gaze, inhaling lightly as the wick of the connection was ignited again by the deadly intensity of his mismatched eyes, by the remembrance of the tension outside the bar just days ago.

How did he do that?

 You allowed the strange moment to spark and fizzle for as long as you could manage before letting out a breath, walking forward and taking a seat.

“I heard something about a secret lab?”

He nodded with an odd, deliberative look, the next words out of his mouth deceptively quiet.

“Do you know how to keep a secret?”

You blinked, noting the way the corners of his lips creased shrewdly at your hesitation, at your perplexed search for a double-bladed meaning behind the lilted words. You wondered, picture book as you were, if he saw the fleeting thought cross your mind of reaching across, grabbing the silk, smooth bind of his tie and bashing his forehead into his own desk.

“I do.”

The remaining papers in his hand were abandoned into a drawer at his side and the desk creaked as he was suddenly hinged forward, his palms propping him on the desk as he stared down his nose at you. There was no hint of playfulness peppering his voice anymore, only cold steel.

“How about when the stakes are high?”

You waited, eyes darting between his.

“Jinx trusts you.”

“I understand.”

“I really don’t think you do.”

Humor had no place in this conversation, not when it came to Jinx’s wellbeing, and you knew how she depended on you, how you’d become somewhat of a beacon of normalcy in her strange adolescence. You wouldn’t betray that for the world, surprised at the protective instinct you had for her, maybe a little unnerved at that little thread of violence in you that had pulled taut weeks ago when you’d thought she was in trouble.

You spoke straight from that well of compassion, voice earnest and strong.

“I would never put Jinx in harm’s way.”

His undamaged eyelid fluttered as he searched you, contemplating something, and you swore there was a touch of softness at the corners of his eyes for just a moment as his shoulders seemed to sag just slightly.

“I believe that.”

At the startling admission, there was a sharp flare of light in your chest, like a matchstick scraping across jagged rock.

He didn’t trust you, how could he? But he trusted Jinx, and Jinx trusted you.

He straightened, expression ironing back into one of formality, peering at you in a way that made you feel like a child.

“Not on purpose, perhaps. But accidents happen. Secrets are spilled and rumors spread like wildfire.”

A jarring, mean little stripe of anger licked its way up your spine, directed at the hard wall that had slammed like titanium over his features again, and you stared down at your lap, nose twitching in frustration.

Why did everything have to hold the weight of a threat? Why was your competence always called into play? First your brother, now Silco. Why did your choices never feel like your own?

He walked from behind his desk, adjusting his tie, fixing his cuffs, addressing you as he passed in a swift movement that stirred the short hairs by your ears, tickling your neck. He stopped across the room by the ornate, curling coat rack just beside the door.

“And that’s when things start to get a little messy, hm?” he nearly crooned, pushing his arm through one gold-embellished sleeve.

You stood as well, brushing off some invisible lint off the front of your thighs in order to not be distracted by the vision of him as his coat settled perfectly on his wiry frame.

“Don’t tell anyone about you, Jinx. Anything.” Your voice was unintentionally waspish and you leaned back into the desk for support as his head swiveled toward you. “I get the picture.”

“Do you?”

He began a slow prowl toward you, rolling a pair of velvety, violet gloves over his fingers as he did so, head cocking. You gritted your teeth at his power play, and he didn’t miss the clench of your jaw.

“Do you understand the damage that a big mouth could do?”

Fire licked across your insides and your fists balled at your sides.

“Have you considered anything at all, the target you have on your back now?” he posed. “You work under me, or have you forgotten?”

It was like a warning, you thought, but why only now? Janna, you were so sick of warnings.

He loomed before you, an arm’s length away.

You knew he was just trying to get to you, you knew he was pressing your buttons, but still you had to snap your mouth shut, the beginnings of a retort sharp on your tongue.

“What was that now?"

“I understand my situation,” you snapped, not allowing yourself to be bowled over this time, even as your insides twisted at his proximity. “I’m not stupid.”

His lips twitched and it sent you over the edge.

“I’ve put myself in a risky position, I know that. My brother used to give me so much shit for it. He still does, thinks I should set my sights on a life of shitty Piltovan cigarettes and cheap metal. But that’s not me.” Your voice pitched and you spoke quickly. “I might die. I might die today. People die all the time down here. People die whose only crime is minding their own fucking business. People die-“ you trailed off, eyes narrowing on the white silk of his tie.

“People just die,” you finished, surprised he hadn’t cut you short yet, his gaze flickering oddly across your face.  Your eyes met again. “You don’t have to keep threatening me, telling me the stakes, I’ve always known them. I don’t need and I won’t tolerate anyone else questioning my decisions- whether I understand. I make my decisions and I accept my consequences.”

You hadn’t realized you’d been tilting forward in your aggravation until you felt the whisper of his warm breath across your forehead. You quickly retreated, the backs of your thighs hitting the edge of his desk as you leaned back again, and he seemed to almost catch himself as his form unconsciously followed yours.

Your heartbeat was rapid, breath ragged with unknown emotion, and you searched for a semblance of balance, gripping onto the edge of the desk to quell the nervous trembling of your hands.

You swallowed.

“And if you’re going to kill me, just don’t do something boring and tedious like dump me in the river.”

Silco regarded you for a long moment, like he was trying to puzzle out what exactly you were, equal parts wild and daft perhaps. Save for the twitches of his gloved fingers, every inch of him was still.

His voice was soft and achingly low when he finally spoke.

“Sometimes I fear Jinx may be in the hands of a mad woman.”

You exhaled a startled laugh.

“You think she’d accept anything less?”

Silco’s lack of answer spoke volumes.

Clomping boots in the hallway sent him back just a step, but his sharp eyes still studied you with a careful scrutiny.

Jinx burst through the door, carrying a cardboard box that was overflowing with all sorts of gadgetry- tools, metal scraps, all teetering comically as she wobbled on her feet in order to maintain balance.

“Need a bigger box?” you asked, voice catching with tension as you peered around Silco’s form.

“Nah, I think I got it all.”

You shuffled your feet, stepping forward, your shoulder brushing lightly against his, sending a skitter of lightning down your arms and into the tips of your fingers, which you wiggled softly.

His knife-bladed nose cut through the air as he looked down at you at his side, eyes never leaving yours, face so very close.

“Since I’m important enough to know the location of a secret lab,” you spoke solemnly, “Any chance I get elevator privileges?”

As if a spell had been broken, Silco’s eyes rolled upward and he spun, stalking toward the door.

“You are bothersome.”

You grinned and followed.

<3 <3 <3

Well, there it is folks, chapter eight. I’m very sorry for the long wait and I’m sorry that it’s probably shorter than you would like after months of waiting, but I decided to cut 8 and 9 in half. 

I put my little nose in some other projects for a time (check those out if you’d like), but now I’m excited to continue this story and have a fresh perspective on where to steer it. Finally getting into some emotional depth and chapter 9 will only continue to expand upon that. Eee! I'm so excited to share!

I really hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be out MUCH sooner, I promise! Please let me know if you enjoyed, I live off of nice comments and kudos and all that deliciousness. AO3 link if you want!

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[frogwithhatto]

Sleep Token and their pets

Vessel

- I feel like he’s a bird person!

- His pet will sit on his shoulder and sometimes on his head when he plays the piano!

- he also sends pictures of it to the group chat non stop like a proud lil mom

- He crafts little hats for it!!!

II

- CAT CAT CAT

- he loves them! They’re fluffy, they purr and they will cuddle with him? What more could he want??

- Needless to say that the others must hold him back because he WILL adopt every cat he meets. „But look at it!! It loves you already!“ „II it’s the neighbour’s cat we can’t take it.“

III

- I feel like he loves snakes?? He will definitely keep its food in one of the drawers of the collective freezer .

- the drawer definitely has a big „DONT OPEN“ sign because II and IV once forgot it was there and did NOT find the food they were looking for. Let’s just say they weren’t hungry anymore after opening it.

- It will also stay in his hoodie and cuddle with him when he’s watching a movie.

- He definitely tried to learn to crochet to make one of those long tube sweaters for it in the end he had to order one. He definitely got too frustrated

IV

- He’s an insect person. He also loves spiders and millipedes. He’s not allowed to keep a millipede yet (the others may need some more convincing to allow it)

- He owns a mantis, one of those insects that looks like a leaf and a little jumping spider. IV loves to build intricate little homes for them!!

- He definitely has an instagram for them and will take pictures with them sitting on his face.

- Will let the others try to find the leafy insect in its little habitat just to go „HA NO it’s right here“ and showing them the back of his hand. He thinks it’s so funny. It happens at least once a month

- Him and III want to get a frog at some point!

#vessel sleep token #sleep token iv #sleep token iii #sleep token ii #Sleep token headcanons #frog headcanons

[mikeys-magic-graveyard]

What pets would the cast of TR and FMA have?

What pets would the TR cast have?

This seems like a fun asf one! Also ima expand just a lil more on a few :) i think i also might do demon slayer bc theres no requests for it :( link to FMA ver || link to demon slayer ver

Please note i havent read the manga so ill take a shot at a few characters who i think I understand their personalities but if im wrong dont @ me

Mikey

This bitch totally has a ferret named sherlock stinky. Fight me. He makes sure to take extra special care of him, because he was a surprise from shinichiro before, yk- :(

Draken

He owns a snake, 100% and a fucking HUGE one at that. (Its a hefty burmie) It freaks emma and takemichi the fuck out. lowkey mikey too. (Takemichi cried ofc)

While working on his bike he just lets it chill out on the bike/around his neck. He also probably has a beardie and has looked into crocodiles (hes a sucker for reptiles and honestly me too man) draken be like

Takemichi

He has a hamster and a few zebra tetras. He cant handle much more the that. Also this poor sucker cannot keep a hamster alive, he will treat it with the utmost care and love and its still gonna die in abt a month or two

Mitsuya

Hes also probably a snake dude. Actually was the one who recommended the dude draken got his snake from. He prefers a smaller snake though. He has two, a green tree python and a lavender coloured corn snake. In winter he makes them lil sweaters, he will make one for drakens snake too, even if its a bit of work, yk? He also probably has one of those really pretty fish tanks that him and his sisters set up 🥺🥺 (maybe sum like this? 👇)

Baji

He would have a cat 100% he probably brings all sorts of animals home, not just cats. The list so far is 2 birds, a squirrel, a dog, 2 cats, a salamander, a rabbit, ALMOST a chicken from a petting zoo, a decent amount of toads, and tadpoles i have brought all of these home and more he also is the one his mom calls when she sees a mouse, she never lets him keep it :(

Chifuyu

Cats, cats, cats. He also helps baji catch random animals. Idk what else to say abt him 😭😭

Kazutora

Once again, cats. He has considered some sort of rodent but decided against it, later on he got a cockatiel. He also has a few catfish :)

Kawata twins

They probably have to share a pet and fought over what to get. Smiley wanted a ferret and Angry wanted a mouse

In the end they ended up with a turtle.

They love him to death but still bicker over what rodent they should’ve gotten instead

Im sure they also own a few little fish, they seem like they’d go for something a lil more basic

Souya wanted a betta, nahoya wanted a goldfish therefore staring up the sibling rivalry again

Souya drew the short straw so they ended up with an oranda goldfish nahoya named “nerd”

Haitani brothers

These fuckers have pet tarantulas. These assholes love scaring people with them

ran got sanzu by surprise once and made him scream like a little girl

Ran has a mexican red knee and will sometimes take her with him to do shit, she normally poses no issues (mex red knees r VERY docile and calm)

Rindou opted for a cobalt blue tarantula for his first one, he later on realized his mistake. (Ran totally knew they’re NOT for newbies to arachnid care but said nothing lol)

Rin will sometimes get jealous of his brother for having a pet he can actually handle. Ran just chuckles at him and refuses to share his

Kisaki

He has one of those REALLY fucking annoying and aggressive chihuahuas. He brings it EVERYWHERE and carries it in a dumb little bag

Shall i say more?

Hanma

Somehow, SOMEHOW AND SOMEWHERE this fucker got his hands on a horse, nobody knows where it came from, why he got a horse, and where tf he keeps it 💀 but he has been spotted with it on multiple occasions. He got himself a black forest horse.

After about 6 months it dissapeared and he got something normal

It was a german sheppard

Sanzu

Ok so i can see sanzu having a nice collection of tropical fish

His prized fish is a platinum arowana, considering the cost and rarity of the mutation.

He also really likes longnose hawkfish

He has one pet octopus that has escaped 3 times now. Hes finally got him in a secure tank.

Idk if im forgetting anyone, its like 5am so forgive me 😭

bonus hc: episode 21/chapter 61 spoilers, small manga spoiler (its the future shit)

In the pet shop after Baji’s death, Chifuyu and Kazutora keep a large, black, longhaired cat around the shop named Kei. He’s a bit of a trouble maker and an asshole to anyone but them and they really believe its baji reincarnated 😭🥺

#tokyo revengers #tr headcanons #mikey sano #draken #ken ryuguji #manjiro sano #mitsuya takashi #kazutora hanemiya #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #takemichy #takemitchi hanagaki #kawata twins #angry kawata #souya kawata #nahoya kawata #smiley kawata #haitani brothers #ran haitani #rindou haitani #kisaki tetta #hanma shuji #sanzu haruchiyo

[destinysbounty]

zane and nya for character opinion bingo

ZANE

Oh god blorbo supreme. The original blorbo. This nindroid can fit so much trauma in him. I could rant about him for a million years. Im like this close to giving into temptation and making a 20-minute compilation of all my favorite Zane moments (listen, the party pooper scene lives in my head rent-free at all times). Oh god he needs so much therapy, and no, locking your trauma in a digital puzzle box does not count as therapy.

Some people characterize him as some emotionless and boring lawful good. Some people characterize him as an uwu wholesome softboi. But in my opinion, the most correct interpretation is Dorky Suburban Dad.

Think about it. He wore a button-up and khakis to the beach. He dresses up in a full scuba skin-suit whenever they have a party in their own damn hot tub. He once wore a sweater vest with snowflakes on it. On their lil desert road trip he entertained himself by reading about regional trivia, and delighted in sharing this trivia with his friends. He loves playing board games, especially chess. He likes to make ice puns. He loves cooking. He's the closest thing they have to a responsible adult. When he became the team leader in season 5 he kept everyone pumped with all those silly little sayings like "one team one dream!" He apparently loves detective fiction. He thinks that walking like a pirate with a peg-leg will get people to respect him. He loves astronomy and, according to Lloyd, "knows the solar system better than anyone". Whenever someone is upset he's always there providing a comforting smile and a pat on the shoulder. He spent 5 minutes debating the morality of making an ice ramp for a slug. He doesn't understand pop culture. Zane is a dorky suburban dad and you can't change my mind.

He's also a fashion icon. For example, when he died, the ninja all became a total fashion disaster in his absence. We all saw it. None of them matched. Like did you see Kai's horrendous lil fight club costume? Jay's atrocious tv host suit? And Cole just straight up wasn't even wearing a shirt anymore. And even when they came back together, their ninja suits still didn't match! And sure, it was meant to symbolize how disjointed they'd become in the wake of his loss, but STILL. The fact that their CLOTHES of all things were out of wack indicates to me that he's the only one on the team with any fashion sense.

And let's not forget the moment from Seabound where he decided to wear the breathing mask despite not needing oxygen because "I like how it completes my attire". And his Snake Jaguar costume!!! And his titty-out look in The Island! And not to mention how the Detective Zane outfit is a LOOK. He rocks the hell out of that trenchcoat.

This is all to say, Lego needs to release the forbidden bikini Zane content or I'm gonna break in and find it myself.

NYA

Ohoho, the fandom does Nya SOOO dirty. Especially since she's not as outwardly affectionate as Jay, so a lot of people interpret this as her being more callous and unloving towards him. She A) has a metric ton of childhood baggage, and B) expresses her affection in different ways! Jay might say 'I love you' with words more often, but she shows how much she cares through acts of service and quality time and whatnot.

Also. Hot take but Nya has some of the most compelling character arcs and subplots in this entire goddamn show. Teaming up with Dareth to spy on Chen? Overcoming her gifted child syndrome in season 5? The X Cave fight in season 7????? Struggling to keep the resistance alive even when all her friends were dead, doing everything in her power to keep Lloyd from losing hope even though they were the only ones left???????????? The entirety of Seabound??????????

The show definitely blunders often in terms of the whole sexism/performative feminism thing, for sure. Looking at you, Skybound. But she also has a LOT of character arcs where her being the Girl^TM isn't even at all relevant. Season 5. Season 7. Season 9. Season 10. Season 11. Season 15.

Anyway Nya is amazing and she deserves better from the fandom, and I will die on this hill. Nya didn't singlehandedly destroy hell itself just to be reduced to some shallow Designated Love Interest.

#also minor gripe but it bugs me when people say nya and zane arent close/dont know each other very well #like??? nya full on sobbed when zane died #and when zane lost nya...well that involves crystalized spoilers but lets just say he is Not Handling It Well #and when the og4 return from the first realm nya hugs jay and then immediately hugs zane next #and when aspheera blasted zane she was one of the first people to rush over to where hed once been standing #and their whole thing in ns7! with zanes word catalogue scrambled and nya as the only one capable of interpreting him #and zane asking nya to help with his lil video diary project in decoded #and zane and nyas reunion in season 4 gives me SO many feelings #they are BESTIES your honor #ninjago #destiny post

[ariesbilly]

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Freds lil Mr Rogers looking ass age 50: look fp I got a tattoo of a snake around a heart to represent our love 🥰

ROMANTIC!!!!

Something about Fred’s little sweaters hiding his tattoo representing his love for his gang leader boyfriend… very sexy of him I think

#briana answers things #fp cried immediately when Fred shows him

[bepisbee]

I'm not sure where to go with this WIP other than the start of basic world build/introductions. More random shit for the bnha/quirk au i wanted to combine a modern au idea i've had about vidow with major height difference with trans male vio who was into ballet and stupid stronk and also super tiny like 128cm ish compared to Shadow being a large boi (tm) around 188-200cm and a lil chubby and adorable gremlin man

Vio/Shadow Blue/Red/Green

Character basics and small WIP fic under the cut

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Vio (Violet): He/Him trans man. (Has had surgery too and bottom becuase he can, also becuase magic :) ) Avian quirk (a starling) purple slit bird eyes, black talons he needs to keep filed down, very sharp teeth, taloned and scaled bird feet with a dew claw. Majoring in performance arts (ballet/theatre) which is where he met Red. Is a predator type bird, eats raw meat. He is secretly super ripped. Pretty much all my Hawks headcanons projected. if anyone other than Red or Shadow calls him Violet say goodbye to your kneecaps. He will never admit it but he is in fact sometimes distracted when shiny things hit the light just right. Constantly stealing Shadow's clothing. Around 128cm height

Shadow: He/It. Darkling/Demon quirk. Sharp black claws and fangs, minor thing for blood that he's only ever confessed to Vio about. Can use Shadow Magic. Makes pretty purple fire. Majoring in (being a dumbass) combat training. Not sure what it wants to do yet. Spars with Green for fun. Used to be a bully and sometimes falls back on that persona but it's actually a very sweet boy. Hurt him and Vio will break your kneecaps. Has heterochromia red/blue. He has a pet snake named Janus based on his favorite web series. Around 200cm height

Red: She/Her trans woman (also has had gender affirming surgery becuase she deserves it and i say so >:) ). Fairy quirk. Has slightly see through pastel red wings. She can't fly really but she can hover for a few minutes. Can do some basic healing magic and a bit of fire magic. Major empath. She is part of the stage crew, mostly in costumes and makeup. Majoring in fashion/fabrics and good friends with Styla. Around 160cm height.

Blue (Agua): He/They. A zoran/merfolk quirk. He has webbed hands and gills on his neck on land. Turns full tail merman in the water. Saltwater fish. Gets personally offended when Vio eats raw fish in front of him. Majoring in journalism despite his Hylian (writing) being pretty awful. Resolute truth seeker, no bullshit. Has OCD and they WILL refold your laundry if it's out. Most reliable and loyal in their group. Around 150cm height.

Green: They/Them. A human, but has a strength/endurance quirk. Stupidly strong. They workout with Vio a lot because he's good at the leg stuff and they're good at arm stuff. They're surprisingly light on their feet. Training to become a professional boxer. Only one that isn't going to their college but they hang around anyways and isn't reprimanded because all the teachers like them. They have an affinity for animals and sometimes help out the vet sector. Around 140cm height

--- short WIP fic thing---

Five people sat around in a dorm room. One, clad in a dark forest green sweater hanging upside down off a cheap bed, watching tiktoks on a cell. Their name was Green. Their feet were up on the lap of someone sitting up on the bed in an aqua blue blazer with the sleeves rolled up. He liked to be called Blue, although he let his friends call him "Agua" in jest. Sometimes. His webbed fingers struggled to grip a pen while he wrote in a composition book. "Fucking Homework" was scrawled on the front in shiny silver sharpie and awful Hylian. Blue looked around before sticking the pen into the ponytail section of his dark blue manbun. He was giving up for now.

A cute Hylian with rosy cheeks and pastel ruby fairy wings caught his attention easily. In an open back pink sweater and fluffy skirt she sat kneeling behind a short avian hybrid. Short blonde hair with streaks of vibrant red curled around her face. She was preening the stretched iridescent purple wings on his back while delivering the lastest tea from being the theatre's main stage crew and costume director. She called herself Red.

The avian she was caring after prefered Vio, only those very close to him were allowed to refer to him as Violet. And only in private moments. A colored visor sat atop his blonde head and his slitted purple eyes were shut in contentment.

Across in a chair, sitting backwards, was said avian's boyfriend, Shadow. Pretty purple hair and sharp black claws with vicious mockery fangs. He swayed back and forth in the wheeled seat listening to the gossip and sometimes piping in a wise ass remark. Although, mostly gazing at Vio for the duration.

A small chirp surprised the room, as she accidentally yanked a feather on her rings.

"Ah-! I'm sorry!" Red smoothed it over gently in apology.

"It's alright," his eyes were back open. "You surprised me more than anything." He adjusted the too large black hoodie he wore. It was Shadow's of course. His taloned bird feet sat cross legged underneath. He was becoming much more comfortable being himself around his strange friend group.

Shadow stood slowly stretching up to his full height, nearly 200cm, before joining Red on the floor. Vio's pretty eyes snapped over to him immediately. They were very expressive but impossible to read without experience. His gaze followed him curiously as the demon sat. Shadow made a gentle shooing motion to the fairy and took over. Red giggled behind her hand and took the chair seat.

Vio eyed him warily. He dragged his sharp nails across and through the feather with an incredible light tenderness. Flitting feathers back into place and pulling out loose ones that had shed and regrown but gotten stuck in the mass of downy fluff. The blonde relaxed into it. His shoulders quickly lost their tenseness. The room grew into comfortable silence. Only interrupted by the occasional soft bird noises of appreciation from the starling.

"Alright Fuckers, I cannot with this damn work so…" Blue passed his phone over to Green. "Order something asshats. It's my turn to buy" A food delivery app was open. It wasn't a college hangout without snacks after all.

#four swords #shadow link #vio link #vidow #chili writes #au #modern au #college au #bnha au #quirk au #green/red/blue #green link #blue link #red link #vio/shadow #unfinished #wip

[kingdomtee]

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[leossmoonn]

ahh ok college!academic rival!matt murdock smut concept where there's a test coming up and you don't want him to get a better score so ofc you start teasing him by seducing him bc you know he has a lil crush on you and even tho he's always been a step ahead of you this time he gives in and then you both end up getting a C bc you guys spent the whole night fucking 😭

Failing together <3

16+

“I like your sweater, Matt,” you compliment.

You watch as the tips of his ears turn pink. “Thanks.”

“Green looks good on you. It matches your eyes.”

He lowers his head, his heart racing. “T-Thank you.”

You grin and sit down next to him. “Whatcha reading, Murdock?”

“Test material.”

“Smart, smart. No wonder why you’re always a few points above me.”

He chuckles, “You better get to studying if you want to do better than me.”

“I’ve already studied.”

“Really?” He raises his brows. “Yep. Quiz me,” you say.

“Alright,” he sighs. He asks you a question. A very simple one. Yet, you don’t know the answer even though you know you should. All you’re focused on is how good his hand would feel around your throat and how he would stretch you out deliciously.

“Looks like you better get to studying,” he says with a smirk.

You place your hand on his knee, not missing the way his body tenses.

“Wanna study together?” You suggest.

“I study better alone.”

“But it could be fun! I know you want to,” you smile.

“I… I…” he gulps. All he can focus on is your hand on his leg. You’re warm and you’re putting a little bit of pressure on his leg. He focuses on your heartbeat. It’s steady for the most part, but there are times where it spikes and stops. He was glad you couldn’t hear his heart beat otherwise you would think he was having a heart attack.

“If you don’t want to that’s fine,” you sigh. Your tip-toe your fingers up his thigh, smirking as you see his pants grow tighter. “But why don’t you take a break? I know you’ve been here for three hours.”

“This test is the biggest portion of our grade yet.”

“And? You deserve a break.”

“I… I really need to do well on this test.”

Your hand drops from his thigh. He misses the warmth you exhibited.

“Alright. Well, I guess studying is for the best. Have fun, Murdock.” You get up from your seat and as you turn away, Matt grabs your wrist. His sexual desires cloud his common sense.

“Don’t leave.”

You grin, “Why?”

He stands up with you, snaking his arm around your waist. “I could use a break.”

Cut to you to fucking in his dorm. Matt forced Foggy out and locked the door. It’s about 2 in the morning and clothes and pillows were strewn all over the floor, and the only sounds that can be heard are your moans and skin slapping against skin.

You had a suspicion Matt would be good at sex, but you didn’t know he would be this good.

His left hand is holding himself up as his other hand is around your throat, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to let you breath and make you dizzy. Your nails are scraping down his back and your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist. Your heels are digging into his lower back as he thrusts into you.

Your pussy pulsates around his dick as he hits your g-spot. Your head is thrown back and digging into the mattress, your back is arched up and your chest meets with his. He loves the feel of your skin against his. He loves the feel of your hardened nipples against his skin, the smell of the sweat on your body and your arousal mixed with his.

Without any warning, he hoists your leg up on his shoulder. You yelp in surprise and you start moaning significantly louder. He reaches a spot deep inside of you that most of the guys you’ve fucked cant hit.

“Fuck, Matt. God, you’re so good. Feels so good,” you pant.

You watch as his eyes flutter and roll to the back of his head as he feels your walls clench around him. His hand reaches down in between you two and he places his thumb on your throbbing clit. Your nails dig into his back, surely drawling some blood.

“Matt, I’m gonna… gonna —” you moan once more, arching your back higher as he circles your clit with pressure.

“I know, sweetheart. I am, too,” Matt groans.

You two ride out your highs together. He pulls out of you, collapsing beside you and throwing the condom in the trash.

You let out a big sigh, turning your head to him as your chest heaves up and down. “I won’t be surprised if that condom broke.”

Matt chuckles, “It didn’t don’t worry.”

“Even if it did, it’s fine. I have an IUD, but you know, just wanted to be safe.”

He nods, his eyes fluttering close. “Man, that was…”

“Great? Amazing? The best sex of your life?”

“I made you come four times,” he gasps.

“Good job. I usually only come once, if I’m lucky.”

“Did you have fun? Was it good for you?” He turns to you.

You smile at his sweetness. “Did you not hear my moans?”

He laughs, “Just wanted to make sure.”

“You’re sweet, Murdock. How come you don’t have a girlfriend?”

He shrugs, “I’m always studying.” You hum in reply, not saying anything else.

You get up and sue the bathroom and clean yourself up. Matt gives you a shirt to wear to bed and some boxers. You two fall asleep together cuddling

Lmao yall wake up like an hour late and you two are tired as fuck. Who knew having sex for like, 5 hours was so tiring?? You two end up almost failing but yet you both don’t regret how you spent your time.

AHHH and Matt ends up asking you out after getting the test results back. And ofc you say yes 😁

#sara.nsfw #matt concepts #matt murdock x reader smut