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seveett · 9 months

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“ BAD BOY .”

DISCLAIMER; ok first off, i havent written in a WHILE…,,, and secondly, this is like a sort of joke between me n my friend Dani (😭) Pairing(s); Tony stark x Top Amab reader ★ cws; edging, belly bulge, overstimulation (not proof read.)

“No touching, Anthony.” You said, gripping his wrist as his hand tried to grab onto his cock. Tony went wild when you called him by his real name instead of his nickname, he could get hard just by hearing you say that, especially in that tone.

You had been edging him for a while now, having him whine and whimper beneath you, squirming in your touch desprate in the need of release.

“Please, i’ll be good. I need to cum-” He desperately begged you, tears streaming down his face, his other hand gripping the sheets tightly as you continued your thrust, slowing down a bit.

“You’ve been a bad boy, remember? You can cum when i say so.” You told him as his whined at the last sentence, his hard cock dribbling out pre-cum.

“Am i gonna have to tie your hands behind your back, or are you going to behave?” You questioned, watching as he nodded fastly.

“Good..” You resumed your thrust at a faster pace, he moaned out in pleasure as your tip brushed against his prostate, his back arching and his mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape.

His nailed raked down your back causing a sting of pain but you were to caught up in the pleasure to care, besides, you gave him a fair share of marks too.

Hickeys littering all over his neck, his chest, bites printed on the insides and outsides of his thighs.

Your eyes trailed down his body, eyes stopping as you noticed a bulge in his stomach, moving every time you did.

“Look at that, ‘M all up in your guts tony..” You said in a low tone. His eyes opened, trailing down to where you were staring, his eyes widened a little as he saw the bulge.

He placed his hand over it, pushing down on it causing him to moan out loudly. As for you, it only encouraged you to fuck his harder, faster.

“You close, Tones?” You asked, looking down at the man beneath you, nodding desperately. “Yes- God, please i’m so close.” He said desperately, teetering on the edge as his cock leaked more pre-cum onto his stomach.

“Cum for me, Tony. Do it.” You order, watching as he came all over himself, his back arching as he moaned out your name loudly.

You continued your thrust, speeding up on purpose, pushing him into overstimulation as he came down from his high.

He gripped your shoulder tightly, biting his lip hard as you kept abusing his prostate, hitting all the right spots.

“You can cum for me again. i know you can, Baby.” You said looking at him as he shook his head, “I cant, please..” He whined.

“I know you can. be a good boy and cum for me again, alright?” You told him, gripping his cock and stroking it in sync with your thrust, he practically screamed this time as he came again, breathing heavily.

You felt your own climax nearly, twitching inside of his hole as his walls squeezed around you, he felt your twitching which was his sign of knowing you were close.

“Insssidee..” He slurred out, his legs wrapping around your waist tighter. “You want me to breed you, huh?” You said teasingly, he nodded eagerly.

“pleasepleaseplease…” he begged, his walls hugging your cock tighter, and that threw you over the edge as you filled him with your seed.

Your thrust came to a stop after you finished riding out your orgasm, you both were breathing heavily as you pressed your forehead against his.

“We are definitely doing this again.” He said, a grin on his face as his chest rose and fell, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth.

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dt: @fizzyyelf

#★🎧seveett #top male reader #dom male reader #marvel x male reader #tony stark x male reader #bottom character #x male reader #tony stark x reader

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kobb4ni2 · 5 months

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[ GENDER NEUTRAL (?) FEM (?) READER ]

My Marine! Reader who is very popular, and for the sake of this idea I’m going to give her as a Vice Admiral. I CAN HEAR YALL BOOING OKAY I KNOW SO BASIC LEAVE ME ALONE😔😔

TW: Imagine Gojo fans….but make them Marine!Reader fans. !!! Also I haven’t watch Film Red but I guess there’s some sort of internet platform to share vids or an internet overall, soo take this sh!t talk with salt.

Marine! Reader is a calm and nurturing person, their charisma with their hard working self made them a deserved Vice Admiral. Ever since you sailed out to the sea you’ve attracted many eyes, may it be admiration because of your strength , or awed because of your undeniable beauty even in battle. And even if you’re not in a mission you would always use your heavy berries (YOU’RE A VICE ADMIRAL U HAVE TO GET THOSE BIG BERRIES) to re-visit the town that you just saved, being responsible to the damages and paying for all of it. People there had to rub their eyes to make sure that you were the correct person. When you were in your white layer clothes you would be calm and try your best to be nonchalant making sure that you were deep engrave on your job but when you visited and started making small talk people were shocked! Over time the civilians you’ve saved from the many villages or small islands you’ve saved have accepted you to their communities. They would make small banquets whenever you arrive, even though you told them several times to not do it, they will always go against your words and hope that you eat well.

Kids would play with you even with your intimidating height, they would swing on your arms and whenever you try to leave they would grab on your legs to slow you down, the kids parents might have been worried but when they saw you intriguing them with a smile in your face they immediately calmed their nerves. Grandmas and Grandpas would always pinch the vice admiral’s cheeks, and since they were normal civilians you had to bend down to make squish your cheeks. (IM GETTING CARRIED AWAY IM SORRY)

But back to plot. Your calming and nurture personality, your beauty that could shine in battle has captured many eyes of other marine, civilians or even pirates! And this where the one piece internet goes in.

Aight imagine someone made an edit of Marine! Reader, it could be you fighting, or even doing an official interview! Cool right! But if anyone ever opens the comment section it would be just filled with the most ATROCIOUS, MOUTH GAPING, EYES OUT THE SOCKET down bad comments💀💀 here's some examples.

Marine! Reader's Fav pet (real!): "The way that it started getting bricked up like its Bob the builder is crazy 😅‼️(I don't even have a wee wee)"

<3: "ten minutes in the room with them and one is walking out pregnant, and it's not gonna them (I'm a dude)"

hewwo:3 : "JUST THE TIP [NAME] PLEASE IM ON MY FUCKING KNEES, IM SO DESPRATE PLEASE😭😭‼️‼️"

Marine! Reader's bewbs mole: "TILL THE WALLS (not the room) IS COVERED WHITE!!!"

[FOR FEM MARINE!READER] ammniaa: "Want their strap inside of me so bad, that i might think that I'm pregnant brooo😞😞😞"

Astro laddie : "My flaps started clapping out of excitement <3"

Star 4 her: "All lubed up and ready to serve 💓💓"

Beeheaver: "Man I don't care if they're 14'9 tall, ITS GONNA WORK I PROMISE😈😈‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥"

In Marine!Reader I thrust!: "Yes [NAME]~ There~ I'm sensitive there!~ Nghh~~

Marine! Reader's bloody bandages: "CMON [NAME] I CAN'T DO ALL THE WORK MY SELF, MY FINGERS HURTS😾💢"

reimikoba: "My muscle memory will always remember their fingers and tongue (＾▽＾) "

pantsonfire: "Not a fishman but, damn whenever I see them in my screen, it's natural habit suddenly is water from their-"

scary monsterz: "bend over and ready, warm and cozy, toys and liquid on sight"

Aw man if yandere [character] ever fins out how popular their beloved Marine! Reader is, they would make sure to cut the wifi GLOBALLY

I'll just end it here, cuz I feel like this is just a stupid ass idea 💀 yall can give me some brain juice aka asks 4 thus doe :3

The edit video I was thinking about when I was making this. (I can't do velocity edits just transition and tweeing💀)

#yandere x reader #yandere #x reader #drabble #yandere op #yandere one piece x reader #yandere one piece #this is just a fucking crack💀💀💀#i may or may not have commented this in some....katakuri and shi long lang comments :3 #hot take but gojo isnt really that fine😭😭#asexuals lesbians when it comes to their favorite male character😈😈‼️‼️🔥🔥#I SWEAR IM WORKING ON THE WARLORD SERIES I SWEAR😞😞#happy new year btw :3 #one piece x reader #one piece

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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hi. literally JUST found your blog. dude i read both parts of you older man eddie fix and let’s just say i’m fucking LOSING IT. LITERALLG LOSING IT. OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD KFKSKFKGKGKDKKGGK PLEASE NEVER STOP

AND MAKE A THIRD PART OF OLDER!EDDIE WHERE THEY GO ON A DATE PLS PLS PLS IM DESPRATE

bABES I GOT U. TY SO MUCH y’all r nasty. also, sorry for the wait, i have conflicts with my schedule this week and i am currently vv busy. <3

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader pt. 3

a wonderful date and splendid fucking? also i’d like to clarify that reader here is about 22 and eddie is 32. so it’s set in 1998. ;>

—> pt. 1 , pt. 2

nsfw/smut under the cut

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your feet carries you to the other side of the road, heart pounding and thoughts yearning. the streets were dark, only the post-lights illuminating the whole block.

it’s been exactly 5 days since the little horny incident inside of your room. shameful it felt but you didn’t give a shit. and for 5 days without your parents home, you got the whole trailer for yourself— including inviting eddie in to bless your room. the sheets smelled like him, heavy scent of sex and cologne mixed in the sheets alongside the cigar smoke, and maybe a little bit of weed. you warned him not to stain your sheets again when he‘s showing up in his work overalls. he mostly stayed through the night, he had work in the morning through night, so you were sometimes left alone to wake up seeing him leave.

and here you are, heading straight to his mechanic shop just near from the movie rental store, family video. he had informed you a while ago in the morning as he was about to leave, that he’ll take you on the date today he promised after work. you were giddy, feeling like a teenager again. you agreed, shyly kissing him goodbye, as if you’re a couple— you hoped. of course, you craved more than that fantastic sex, everything seemed to click whenever the post-sex conversation comes around. you, cuddling in his arms, talking about everything with him.

your eyes sparkled seeing him now in your view, talking with a customer, chief jim hopper you recognized. eddie looked extra good, cloth thrown over his shoulder. smiling at the older man with his arms crossed, sweat still glistening on his arms, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he hadn’t shaved, the prominent stubble on his face showing. you grinned, waiting bit until they’re done to surprise him.

“done me a good fix-up again, munson. can’t thank you enough. joyce’s been itching me to get this oil changed.”

“no problem, chief. happy to help.” he smiled, waving off to his last customer seeing the chief leave with the fixed truck, knowing the byers-hoppers family is waiting for him.

now all he needed to do was clean up and close the shop. eager to get back to you so he can finally fucking get you on that date. he rounded to the back of the garage, tired as ever as he wiped the cloth on his greasy hands, tossing back the cloth next to the unorganized set of tools on the shelf. not noticing your light steps as you entered inside, the smell of rubber and gas in the air, making your nose scrunch. eddie was still busy putting things back, certainly annoyed of the clutter he had created throughout.

“gonna need that fucking cleaned, ah shit—“ he sighed to himself, picking up a plier on the floor. suddenly, a tap on his shoulder caught him off-guard as he swiftly turned around, not expecting anyone as he was about to hit the intruder with the pliers he was holding, he stopped.

it was you.

“baby.” he sighed, seeing you smile. “i thought i was gonna get jumped.”

“defending yourself with pliers, mr. munson?” you teased seeing his hand still raised in the air with the mini pliers. he looked intimidating enough you guessed, if he was going to hit an intruder with it.eddie rolled his eyes at you as he sets the tool down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. you leaned into his touch eagerly.

“could poke their eyes out and shit. that little thing is sharp.” he grinned boyishly as the stubble of his chin tickled you how close he is to your face, he looked into your eyes, raising a brow at your sudden visit.

“thought i said i’d pick you up after my work?”

“s-sorry, i got a little excited. just wanna surprise you.” you bashfully mumbled. his heart thumped hearing that.

“for our date, ey?” he teased, kissing you again, on the lips this time. you whined against his mouth as he chuckled, mumbling against your lips. “you just couldn’t even fucking wait.”

“i missed you.” you whispered, circling your arms around his neck. eddie let out a low chuckle seeing you so desperate for his touch. he did missed you too, all day he’s been thinking what he’ll spoil you tonight for the date. his motor-grease stained hands dropped to his sides, a little cautious now, afraid he’s gonna get you dirty.

“as much as i would love to hold you, sweetheart. ‘m kinda greasy.” he whispers, kissing your cheek again. you huffed, visibly riled up as he stepped back with a smirk.

“i don’t mind a little grease…” you quipped, still a little shy as checked him out, leaning against the car behind you. gaze suggestive. he swore he might’ve pounced on you here and then.

“nu-uh, i’m not gonna fuck you here. it’ll be bad for business.” he chuckled, you blushed, rolling your eyes seeing him so smug as he unbuttons his overalls. familiar white tank top showing underneath as eddie busied himself in cleaning himself up in front of you. your eyes focused on him. mainly on his bulging arms, littered with tattoos over the years, you guessed. his biceps were mainly the killer part of his body you so adored, he’s buff, probably from lifting heavy objects in his profession, maybe working out from time to time.

he just looks like a fucking metal dilf.

well he’s not… yet. but, you could certainly make him one, if you could afford a child. that would be a thought you’d consider as you bit your lip, still checking him out.

“if you’re gonna keep staring like that. i might just make it true, sweets.” he warned, feeling himself harden each second seeing you innocently bat your eyelashes to him. “don’t wanna miss our date.” he added.

“you’re unfair.” you pouted making him laugh as he shrugged off the sleeves of his overalls, tying it to his waist as neared towards you, offering a cheeky smile.

“go wait by the van. i won’t be too long.” he murmured, kissing you again as you hummed and nodded. he kissed the tip of your nose before you complied. your scent leaving behind as he stared at your ass before he quickly changed back to get on with it already. hitting something along the way.

you could hear his clumsiness back in the garage. you giggled, waiting by his van for a couple of minutes. the ache in your legs a bit annoying, but you learned to be patient, knowing it’ll get what you want in the end. eddie was practically jogging towards you, seeing his hair still nestled in the collar of printed tee he wore, probably a band merch and a slutty pair of tight ripped jeans with chains dangling complimenting his whole intimidating persona, plus the scruff facial hair. he looked delectable.

“ready for your world to be rocked?” he opens the passenger side for you.

“as ever.” you nodded, fixing his hair a bit as you eagerly hopped in his van.

the start of the date was spectacular. he took you out to a diner, he was a little insecure knowing a diner wasn’t that of a fancy first date basis. but you didn’t cared, as long as you get to be with him then everywhere with him is fine. you talked, a lot, and he as well. you got to know that he actually has an uncle living in the neighborhood, just that he had move out a couple years ago with him having a stable business. most of his friends are still in hawkins, you also got to know about the incident back in ‘86 before the supposed earthquake happened.

“so you were eddie the freak.” you quoted, shocked and somewhat sad that he had such a bad reputation in this small town back then. “that’s so horrible.”

eddie winced at that. “took them years for that title to get it out of their mouths.” he shrugged, looking somewhat sad now. “but the charges dropped. i’m a free man now since then, sweetheart. people learn to forget.”

“still.” you frowned, knowing how fucked up he must felt for the whole town to blame him for a murder he didn’t do. “that must’ve been hard on you. having the whole hawkins call you that.”

“somewhat.” he nodded bitterly then smiling widely seeing you pout so cute, knowing your empathy.

“don’t go being sad for me, sweets. wanna see you happy.” he grasped your hand, bringing it close to his lips as he kissed it. “it’s all in the past.”

“would’ve defended you back then.” you sighed, giving a small smile.

“and you were 10 back then.” he sipped his milkshake, smirking as your eyes widened.

“don’t r-remind me that!” you huffed and blushed, the age gap between you two wasn’t a big deal for eddie, you were both consenting adults. but he somehow liked to tease you how you got charmed by his old-ass. even though he looked like a intimidating middle-aged man, you got to learn he had a boyish side of him that fitted his personality perfectly. he’s still eddie from ‘86, just a little matured, old and hotter.

and here the two of you are, laying down on his couch this time, watching a movie on the t.v. hocus pocus playing through. your whole body was snuggled up against his, warmth radiating from him. he took a shower, complaining he ought to smell good before you latch on him. he smelled good, his hair was slightly damp, he had a cigarette on his lips as he lazily took a whiff from time to time, focusing on the screen.

dilf. you screamed in the inside, how the fuck were you so lucky right now? your eyes hungrily glanced at him slyly. you weren’t really paying attention to the movie from the start, you just knew ‘i put a spell on you’ was playing, focused on the man snuggled up against you. eddie wasn’t that oblivious as he puffed a smoke away, speaking up.

“you really do have a staring problem, don’t you?”

“h-hm?” you averted your gaze from him to o the screen, thighs clenching, his hand on your thigh squeezed tight as you wiggled at his touch. eddie leaned down to place a kiss on your jaw, the residue smell of the cigar on his mouth a nice seductive touch. you keened at it, giggling as he descended down to your neck, peppering kisses.

“eddie.” you whined, feeling him nip your neck, as winifred sanderson sung the chorus in the background. your neck craned to give him access as eddie chuckled against your soft skin, latching away as he stubbed his cigar on the ashtray.

“you’ve been eye-fucking me all day, sweetheart.” he casually says, pulling you close.

“weren’t you the one who started that first?” you challenged, implying on the eye-fucking, remembering the time he had fixed your dad’s car, you were there, sitting patiently beside your dad while he sent you teasing glances from time to time. he was bold to do that while you were literally beside your father, blushing furiously at it.

“well, yeah.” he rolled his eyes, the smug grin on his lips never fading. “but look at what that did now. i got you.” he cooed, covering your neck with kisses again, making you ticklish when his lips grazed that sweet spot. he peppered more on that.

“you’re i-infuriating.”

“and you’re a fucking vixen.” he growled. “since that day you invited me in, that innocent persona of yours was gone, huh?” he pushed you down the couch as he towered over you, the ache in his jeans too painful. “you just couldn’t even wait now. so impatient, sweetheart. fucking greedy.”

“eddie, please—“ you squealed as he ripped off the bottom of your clothes, getting you in your underwear as he shrugged off your top as quickly as possible. almost ripping the cloths. he threw them away somewhere as he basked in the bareness of your torso and your legs. the marks he left yesterday still prominent on your soft skin. his tongue stuck out of habit as he reached for the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. you whimpered seeing his bare chest, chest hair prominent, his pale skin littered with tattoos and fading scars you’ve noticed yet did not pester to ask him about those. his guitar pick necklace rest beautifully on his pecks.

“be quiet.” he shushed you, gesturing to take your bra off. you complied, arching your back a bit as you unclasped it, your breasts bouncing out of it’s confines.

“jesus.” he muttered seeing your plumps of flesh jiggle before him as you tossed the bra away, setting back down on the couch comfortably. he grinned, descending down as you opened your legs eagerly for him. his hands touched your thighs, mounding the plump flesh as he kissed your knee then downwards. the stubble of his chin tickling you as you giggled at it.

“your beard’s tickling me.” you huffed, mixing with pleasure as eddie ignored you, focused on the wet patch on your cotton panties. wet and waiting for him.

“yeah, you fucking like it.” he quipped, curling his fingers on the hem of it as he roughly pulled it down to your ankles. your eyes widened as your bare cunt hit the cold air, eddie chuckled seeing you wriggle, he sat back down as he kissed your inner thigh, looking straight back at you with eager eyes. you blinked seeing him smirk.

“eddie…”

“be quiet while i eat your pussy out. wouldn’t want our christian neighbors hearing us.” he warned, diving in between your legs with no further warning. you squealed quietly feeling his tongue lap your wet cunt.

he ate you out like a man starved off his last meal. he was messy, so sloppy with his tongue circling your clit, sucking the engorged bead in his mouth, moaning at the same time with your tang taste. the vibrations sent pleasure all over your body as your hands gripped his curly hair. he groaned at the harsh pull, liking the way your thighs were squeezing his head. he could die like this, an honorable man’s death, dying between your legs and breathing in your pussy out like oxygen. god, would it make him more than happy. he lapped, sucked, shoved his fingers in to ready your cunt. eager to shove his whole cock in, remembering seeing your face of pleasure as he slurped your cunt out. he fumbled with jeans now as your quiet whimpers and moans riled him up.

he wasn’t going to hold back now.

“f-fuck!” you mumbled in the cushion of his couch. gripping the weed-scented cushion tight as your knees gave out a while ago. after he fucking ate you out, coaxing at least one powerful orgasm, he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, shoving his cock in, a little rougher but still slow to not hurt you. he fucked you from behind, hands gripping your ass, the sound of skin slapping lewdly filling his trailer.

“eddie, right t-there!” you gasped, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot making you see stars as your hand descended down to rub your clit.

eddie grinned. “right there, huh?” he mocked, pounding in harder as he shoved your hand away for his to replace, rubbing your wet bean faster. you sobbed, relishing the way his girth of a cock pound into with no mercy. you mewled, chanting his name like a prayer. your head went mushy, all you could feel and think about was his member, abusing your poor pussy as you babbled your mouth out, managing to keep it hush. eddie craved for your fucked-out brain, so cock-drunk as he is so pussy-drunk now. that title of his spewing out of your mouth now driving him wild.

“mr. munson…”

he shuddered.

“mr. munson, p-please.”

he remembers the first time you uttered that name out. like a aphrodisiac he so wanted to lure him in.

“mr. munson!”

like a fucking siren’s song that’ll drown him here and now.

“eddie—“

that one quiet whimper got him into a frenzy as he fucked himself faster, feeling his balls tighten as well as your cunt around him. he rubbed your clit, his chest pressing against your back, one arm situated at the side of your head for leverage, rutting into ruthlessly as he captured your lips, not caring if his neck would sore. you moaned, titling your head up uncomfortably, hand gripping his bicep, tongue circling with his as one last thrust sent you two over the edge to—

pure fucking euphoria.

eddie rode it out, driving your orgasm high as you milked him tight. your belly snapped, gushing out a bit of your liquid as he pumped you up full of his thick milky cum. you moaned as he grunted, pushing his cock in further, before he removed his hand from your clit, slumping against your body as his mouth panted against yours. you sighed breathlessly, your eyes fluttered staring at his brown ones. just pure affection.

“so g-good, baby. did so good.” he whispered hoarsely, kissing you again, soft and gentle this time. you hummed, reciprocating with ease. your bodies were hot against each other, sweat glistening both your skins. you kissed him so full of passion as you smiled against his lips. your heart thumped, the familiar feelings of butterflies as you pulled away to pressed your forehead to his. relishing the moment of the aftermath. his cock still buried inside you, connecting you two.

“thank you.” you mumbled, pecking his lips, thankful for the date and all. eddie smiled sweetly, his pearls showing briefly as the tip of his nose brushed against yours. something snapped in the moment as his gaze turned serious. the sound of the car in the background earning your attention as you focused on him. he looked like he was about to confess.

he stuttered, heart beating loudly as he admired you, chest full of adoration. “i l—“

“where in the hell is y/n at!?” your eyes both widened at the sound of your father’s voice. you gasped as you looked at eddie with complete shock, cock still buried in your pussy as your parents just fucking arrived back from their anniversary vacation.

“oh fuck.” you groaned as eddie let out a laugh. you glared at him as you squeezed him tight making him groan. putting his whole body weight on you as you yelled at him.

“ohh, fuck indeed, sweetheart.”

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FUCK. literally. they fuck a lot.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #older!eddie #mechanic!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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brittle-doughie · 17 days

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Ohoho,thanks to the awnser I have so many ideas for my yn cookie-PRESENTING! BEAUTIFUL TARO MILK TEA COOKIE! Taro milk cookie after they renamed themselves: their weapons a bell like mozzerella’s,since they gifted their old one to her! And shadow milk cookies a simp and a Yandere-don't ask he already is-anyway! Their still with pure vanilla,but they do have some feelings still for shadow milk (please try and do some hcs like others-I’m desprate for validation-)

Shadow Milk Cookie is already crazy for Taro Milk Tea Cookie? Shadow Milk must’ve been watching through PV’s soul jam for a long while during your adventures with him!

And once he’s free, it will his mission to bring Pure Vanilla into a pit of despair in order to take what’s his, Taro Milk! But with how he already is with PV in canon, his mind games and manipulation will increase tenfold!

But Pure Vanilla is just as determined to make sure you don’t fall into his clutches either! It may hurt since Taro Milk may still feel something for Shadow Milk, but Pure Vanilla will convince himself that what he’s doing is for the greater good.

Shadow Milk might just snap from PV’s efforts to block you from him. Not only was he a liar, but also a pest and a thief! He’ll ditch the theatrics and attack PV head on, they will see who’s the better fit for Taro Milk!

#brittle answers

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lqvactually · 1 month

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After School ☆ L. Heeseung x Reader

Masterlist | Pt.3

☆ Synopsys : You have always been very interesting to Lee Heeseung. You keep to yourself, stay away from others. When you're assigned as his tutor, he does as he always does with the peculiar, he decides to figure out what's 'wrong' with you. But you're very different from how you seem.

☆ Tw: Swearing

Heeseung angrily pushed Eunhye off, checking your message as his phone dinged. “Get the fuck away from me.”

You: I’m not going to make it. Don’t wait up.

“Fuck.”

Eunhye glanced over the phone screen, her face reddening with anger when she saw the contact. “What do you even like about her?” She scoffed, plucking his phone from his hands. “I already told you-”

“I politely ignored you,” Hee cut, returning his phone.

Eunhye stood there stunned as the boy sauntered off without glancing back.

Heeseung: Are you okay?

You: Just a little sick.

Heeseung: I’ll bring you medicine then

You: No need.

He frowned. He didn’t like your demeanor. He didn’t like that you were pushing him away.

Heeseung: Be there in five

You: I said that’s not necessary

Seen 5 minutes ago.

Heeseung knocked on your door with fervor, but not roughly. “Y/n, open the door. Please.” For a few moments, there was no response, but eventually, the door swung open.

Your hair was tied up in a messy bun, your eyes red and your face ghostly white. “Go away, Heeseung.” Your voice was tired. “I told you not to come.”

He pushed past you, spilling out the contents of a plastic bag on the counter. “I didn’t know what you needed so I bought a little of everything.”

“Don’t ignore me, Hee. Go home.”

“No,” He said simply. “Not until you feel better.”

You tried to keep the venom out of your voice as he began looking through your fridge. “I’d feel better if you were out of my house. My parents will be home soon, I’m fine.”

“Why are you so desperate to get away from me?” His voice broke. “Just this morning-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, I want to know.”

“I’m telling you to go, Heeseung.”

“And I’m telling you I’m staying.”

You laughed wryly at this. “Do you think pretending to care for me is funny? Because I don’t. Just go away, I’m over it.”

Heeseung was shocked. “What do you mean ‘pretending,’ I do care.”

You were on the verge of breaking down again. It took everything in you to breathe, to hold in the tears that threatened to fall. “I really liked you. I told myself I didn’t but I did, Heeseung.”

“Why is that a problem?” He said desperately, reaching for you. “Y/n I like you too, I think I’ve made that very clear.”

You pulled away from his outstretched hand, choking on your words for a moment. He was lying. You knew he was lying, and yet, you wanted to let him grab onto you and do whatever was running through his head right now. “Leave my house, Lee Heeseung. Before I call the police.”

The heartbreak in his features almost seemed genuine. “What’s wrong? You have to tell me, I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong,” You seethed, “Is you kissing other ‘better’ girls while you chase after me. I’m over it. I’m over this. I’m over you. Get out.”

He didn’t budge. “What the hell do you mean?”

“The library earlier today. I’m not blind!”

You watched as his eyes widened in realization. “Y/n, Eunhye ambushed me, that was not consentual.”

“Sure,” You scoffed, your tears finally falling. “Whatever you say.”

He stepped forward reaching for you again. This time, you were too exhausted to pull away. “I’m not lying, Y/n.” Each word stung more than the last, but you let him closer. And closer, and closer. “Please.” His voice was desprate. “I want you.”

The more he said the more you wanted to indulge in his company. “You swear?”

A small smile appeared on his face. “Pinky swear.” He held out his hand to you, making you laugh slightly through your tears.

“We’re not in grade school anymore.”

Heeseung raised his eyebrow. “Then let’s seal it with a kiss instead.” One of his arms snaked around your waist, the other letting go of your arm and cupping your cheek. “Any objections?”

“No sir.”

He smiled and leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “Wonderful.”

And wonderful it was.

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skybristle · 7 months

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I’m actually going to bed now but infodump so I can read it in the morning. Go nuts

this is a bit hard to understand since obviously *i* have all of the conext of their cahracter and am just spitballing from the mind so please feel free to ask for elaboration anywhere i love talking about my silly guys

but. i think a lot about how i often potray messenger as very,,, jaded and exhausted. and it's true !! it is!!! they're so fucking exhausted. i mean, i would be pretty damn annoyed and tired too if i was constantly the one handed down things, especially regarding their imposed responsibilties in the republic. but. man. nothing's keeping them here. in fact, their loved ones often urge them to rest and quit, none as much as their father which in a lot of ways they're doing this all for. but they will keep fighting. they cannot lay down as long as thy are needed. stemming from a childhood of having worth assigned to productivity especially as someone disabled [OBVIOUDLY NOT PV DOING THAT. I WANT TO CLARIFY. MESSENGER IS ADOPTED] has had far reaching consequences now that they have something to care for, countless things to lose, feelings of obligation, their position as the connecting thread. literally, as the royal messenger, and one of the founders of the republic [unwillingly as it was].

idk. they started off unlearning. beloved deeply by all the kingdoms, engrossed in their cultures, adopted and held dear by the ancients, a symbol of their unity. and then pure vanilla urges them to go to the white lily grove, which is suddenly innaccessable. they don't connect the dots. and then there's war, fracturing the skies.

they were, what, 15? if that? and here they are. darting across skies weaving under and over magical projectiles with the only moments of rest being when they can entrust their wings to propel them on their own. they're one of the few winged people they have [besides gc, who is obviously more useful as a direct messenger]. their role taught them the continent, these lands, the people in it and their problems. and all of that is turned against them in the worst way possible. they care. they care so fucking much. they believe any fault, any death, can be attributed to a failure of theirs. and it ruins them. when they turn from the airship docks and fly directly into the heat of the storm, where the magic rips them apart down to their structural magic, raising the alarm bell, they *know* it's likely a suicide mission, but its okay. they helped people. they were useful. they made up for all of their wrongs. they have so so much hope and faith and love for the world but believe they are a dismissable cost to seeing it through, and the people around them are forced into a position where they must just watch them tear themself apart because they *need* to, and are brilliantly infalliable, and are so important in such a desprate time they cannot rest.

i think a lot about how, after they manage to survive the fall of the vanilla kingdom, stumbling back to the airship and crashlanding with horrific magical burns, stunted mortality, a few extra eyes,shattered arm, a broken magic gift, and constant chronic pain on top of their mobility aids being badly damaged from the storm + from pure vanilla's 'death' effecting the magic in them, they fucking GET UP. they hear secondhand the issues of the infant republic, how nobody's getting anywhere, and they believe earnestly in good faith that this arrangement *can* be made and helped. this kid doesn't know what they're doing, as they haul themself up and walk off, wings dragging, to the council table. they cannot rest yet. their father is dead. their sister is dead. there's no true vanillian heir, yes, they renounced that long ago, but they know their charm and hope direly they can pull this mess together. and they're right!

they are drowning. there's a reason their goodbye note, when they finally break and drop out a window only to fly off into the endless, blissfully silent night skies, is misinterpreted by many as a suicide note.

and, hell, when they retreat to the silence of the grove, deathly afraid of responsibility coming back to eat them alive and seeking complete isolation where if they're ignorant, they don't have to know what they're needed for now [they still feel guilt], they end up finding out the truth regarding white lily [they've always been startling intellegent, and reading trhough all the experiment logs and old letters *they delivered*, even if they're only getting one side,,, they can connect the dots]. and they can't feel angry. they did this all for pure vanilla- for the ancients- for everything. he lied to them. and yet they can't exactly hate a dead man, can they?

until pure vanilla is alive, and they know it, and everyrhing jumps back to life, including their obligations, and their feelings of betrayal. they pressure pv into fessing up and *they* are in large responsibile for odyssey, like, yeah the goal of discussing the war is obviously there and super important but,,, the reunion, the perfect chance to speak,,, even at the costs. it must go on. the world will be bettered, even if it sucks for a while.

i'll gloss over the gc arc for now since its super new, but i made a post a bit earlier about it and they're Having A Bad Fucking Time already enough.

any then odyssey. obviously, its bad enough watching the republic they had a a direct hand in be so shitty, even before they actually GO there. i think that after clotted spills the truth messenger spent so long hurting over persoanlly and working with their father to tell everyone is when their extreme hurt and exhaustion finally boils over into fucking ANGER. they absolutely chew clotted to shreds in the atrium after everyone else dissolves. and thats kinda their spiral from there.

they go to the republic, and they're a fucking *hero*. the worst parts of their life, all compartmentalized and put on a pedastal as the 'first consul'. they cover their ears as their praises are sung, constantly correcting to jsut, please, for the love of god, call them messenger. this hurts even more than if they weren't recongized at all. everyone regards them with utmost respect,,,,

as they stand on the countless dead and hurting of the lower city, countless injustices and ignorance, the paladins that they can so clearly see are just light magic infestations - all of it, all of the republics countless problems. and that awful feeling begins to fester once more. the republic tries to rob their family of their most sacred artifacts as the vehicle to the better, war-free world messenger so desires and which motivates them through hell and back.

*they. are. responsible.* in some way or another, their actions, more specifically, their abandonment of the infant republic, they feel like it lead to this. which only reinforces their tendancies, when they broke and ran it turned out like this. they fight tooth and nail, using their status in the republic as much as it hurts, for something better here. even when the dragon erupts from the earth, even as hell breaks loose at home, as they split themself between the obligations here and the obligations of the ancients, which they have bound themself to out of their love and compassion rather than unending guilt.

they hurt, man.

i can only imagine how bad the future is for them when war truely sparks up again and their mindset is completely cemented. god. theyre so ruined.

but, also,,, i think a lot about the day they're able to sit on top of the vanilla castle, stars flickering, moon parting the clouds, where they can breathe the cold air and bask in the fact that, even if there is more to be done, they *won*.

i think they deserve a long, long vacation, away from the places they have spent so long flying between without appreciating the world they started off wanting to see- the whole reason they became royal messenger so young. parfaedian snows, their sister in law's cabin up in the frost mountains, the tropical soda islands,,, boundless possibilities. they are free. their wings finally catch the wind of new sails.

they can have peace eventually, but it'll be a hell of a ride.

#sky rambles #this got LONG #cookie run #cookie run oc #im so sorry messenger baby. i love seeing them miserable

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roleplayfinder · 1 year

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23 year old female writer here. Please be 18+ to dm! Feel free to choose a fandom and we can come up with something epic! 3rd past, lit/adv and clean! Oc (me) x canon (you) (doubles are NOW WELCOME) bxg for my oc! But I can explore others for your oc! I do have specific canons and plots I’m looking to do so please respect this!

TV SHOWS:

Riverdale

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

Death in paradise- DESPRATELY LOOKING FOR PLEASE?!

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

The Originals

The Vampire Diaries

Game of Thrones

Merlin

YOU

Superstore

Modern Family

Books:

Harry Potter

Wuthering Heights

Twilight

Hunger Games

Divergent

Love Story

John green novels

Movies:

Percy Jackson

The Kissing Booth

Heathers

Hunger games

Divergent

Pirates of The Caribbean

Narnia

Stardust

Musicals:

Heathers

Phantom of the opera

Les Mis

Mamma Mia 1/2

Hope to see you in the dms soon! To prove you read this tell me the canon and the fandom you’d like to write in!

#submission #eighteen and over #oc #oc roleplay #oc rp #ocxcanon #ocxcanon roleplay #ocxcanon rp #mxf #mxf roleplay #mxf rp #riverdale #supernatural #teen wolf #death in paradise #btvs

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ghostlyvisage · 7 days

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💬 + wings

Meme / Accepting

His vents were hard, he could barely keep up with the mechs dragging him along, tripping over his own peds as he tried to desperately calm his pounding spark. Dawnstar was dead, they killed her. They killed Sunray. They killed them all and Skyfall hadn’t answered any of his desprate com calls.

He was shoved to his knees, and he felt the dirt under them, and it was a welcome distraction to the drying energon on his frame. Their energon, when he held them before he was slammed with something in the helm and dragged away from there corpses.

Would they even get a proper burial? They had nothing to do with his work, they were just…

‘Collateral Damage’ is what the mech had said, holding the smoking gun with that twisted, sympathetic grin of his. His vents shuddered and hiccuped, and he shuddered as the blindfold was torn off. Starfall winced at the light, shaking his helm and squinting his optics, trying to look up-

“...Skyfall…?” His voice cracked, optics going wide as he stared up at his older brother. The sky colored seeker stared down at him with blank optics, a soft smile on his face. Skyfall said nothing, looking up behind him before slowly approaching. Another mech took his place, and enforcer by the looks of it.

“Starfall, for your crimes against the Senate, your brother was given two options. Have you arrested or volenteer your for reasearch. He chose to give you for research. His and your sacrifice will be remembered.” The mech droned on and on about the ‘crimes’ he commited, and Starfall started to struggle.

“Skyfall? Skyfall what is the meaning of this?! Sky!?! SKY WHAT IS GOING ON?!!?” He felt his panic rise, looking behind him as Skyfall gently grabbed one of his primary wings.

And cold realization settled low in his spark, his optics widening as he looked up at Skyfall.

“Brother…?” He whispered, voice cracked as that grip became firm.

“I’m sorry little star.” Skyfall whispered back, placing a ped firmly on his back, between his wings.

“Sky, brother, please! Don’t do this!” Starfall cried out, hot tears starting to well up again.

Skyfall yanked, tearing fragile wiring and Starfall’s world started to spin. There was a hot/cold feeling, and he swore he purged as the wing was torn from its housing, discarded like it was useless scrap. His frame shook, emf field going wild as his smaller secondary wing was torn off immediately after the first.

He felt his vision swim, his voicebox and throat felt raw, and he felt Skyfall lean in close. Something was whispered in his audial, lost to pain and fear, and Starfalls face was forced to look up.

The enforcer holding his face was saying… something, he couldn’t tell what. He couldn’t think anymore, vents shuddering as he gulped in air.

Why would Skyfall do this? What happened? He had been so supportive, even funded it with his own credits! Had given him everything he needed to give the people what they needed.

So why did his older brother, the mech who stood with him the longest, who he shared his deepest worries and fears, do this?

Why was his big brother hurting him?

He gave another shuddering vent, tears falling into the dirt under him as the enforcer let go of his face.

“Finish it off, we cant have him flying away before we’re ready.” Servos, painfully familiar servos grabbed onto his wings, gripping them firmly but gently before the rest of his wings were torn from his frame.

And finally, spark swirling with pain and the gut-wreching feeling of betrayal, darkness filled his vision. And the last thing he saw was his wings being tossed to the side, and his older brothers sky blue plating.

#Meme #G #tw: gore #tw: betrayal

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faggotpussy · 9 days

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don't know if youre into intox but the idea of you getting me higher than ive ever been is so. god. I get so wet when I'm high and horny, itd be so easy for you to hold me down and slide into me, I'd be tight and wet around you and whimpering as you stretch me out. I normally never bottom (dysphoria sometimes but t atrophy/ possibly even prior to t having vaginismus, mostly) but something abt you makes me feel like I could trust you to handle me gently. to play with the length of my tdick with the pad of a finger just right while you open me up on your cock. maybe this is right after we do our t shots too so I'm really hard, and big too. god I wanna see your cock post t shot please pelase please

i have a weird perspective towards intox where i’m sober but genuinly seeing enough intox posts has made me. so fucking curious. so fucking curious. it’s. definitly something i need to look into with the right guy to guide me through it haha.

just the idea of you trusting me for something like that is crazy, wow. I actually struggle to bottom sometimes myself (as much as i love being on t, since i started so young and have been on it for so long, my function certainly isnt perfect as a result.) so i’d try my best to treat you with all the care i’ve figured for myself, treating you gently and slowly and careful, honestly if we were just post t-shots i probably couldn’t keep my fingers off your cock, the way that guys look right after their shots, desprate and horny and needing to be touched is so fucking perfect i can’t help myself. Maybe if me fucking you got to be too much we could just grind our cocks together for a minute.. I so badly need to compare cock sizes with someone

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Regarding your post abt the stranger things guys

Please please PLEASE i need to see just pure fuckin fluff with jonathan. I seldom see just softness with Jonathan cause everyone makes him a perv (dont get me wrong, those are nice) and sometimes i just wanna kiss that motherfucked pretty little face and make him happy >:(

ALSO CONSIDER ARGYLE CONTENT PLEASE, I AM DESPRATE HERE MY GOOD FREND

-🌾

Fun little thing I've seen the actor who plays Argyle in other shows before so when I saw him I was like "oh that dude" ya know? I mean I am interested in expanding my character list but the thing is I HATE the outfits he wears in the show. Like I'm sorry but it's just so fucking ugly. He also spends a majority of time being high on screen but I mean like if there’s enough interest in him I’ll write for him. Anyway back to this. I am doing head cannons for dating Johnathan with extra fluff and reader is gn because I'm tired of the default being a fem reader for fucking everything especially with Eddie Munson. I also feel you on only finding like nsfw stuff too. You're also my first named anon which I am very excited about. Anyway onto the fluff

General relationship head cannons for Johnathan Byers

Warnings: Mentions of drugs (weed), mentions of past abuse

He first really knows he has feeling for you after you two become friends from a school project. He developed them over time the more he got to know you.

He didn’t know how to go about dropping hints or asking you out. But eventually one day while watching a movie with you he goes for it. He tells you how he feels and when you tell him you feel the same you two share your first kiss.

He is going to be such a sweet boyfriend. Like will call every day and will check in with you and won’t take a “I’m fine” or a “I’m ok” he really wants to know.

If you tell him you’re struggling he’s on his way over with whatever you need, along with lots of cuddles and affection.

If you can show physical affection in public he will. Not very excessively but like simple hand holding and a quick kiss on the cheek.

But in private he’s a big affection lover. Lots of hugs, cuddles, kisses, head pats, etc. Loves to hug you from behind.

Quality time and acts of service are two of his biggest love languages. He loves to make you lunch for when you go to school/work, helping you with chores, spending time making things or just talking with you.

Loves dates. Doesn’t matter what you do he just wants to go on a date with you. Movie date? He’s buying the popcorn. Roller skating? He’s picking up the skates. Dinner date? Where do you wanna go baby?

Speaking of pet names he’s a big fan of them. Honey, baby, babe. darling. He also loves when you use them for him. I am a strong believer that if you called him pretty boy he turns to putty.

Also would love if you called him Johnny or Johnny boy. You and only you can call him that.

Might take him a bit of time to open up about more personal things like past abuse from his dad and everything that happen in Hawkins. When he does open up about it he will start to cry.

If you start to cry or if you get emotional with him he’s quick to comfort you. He’s good at helping people calm down. He had to do it with Will and himself growing up so he understands it.

Very sentimental, also has a good memory. Point out a locket you want and he’ll buy it for you and write a little love poem to keep in it. Will save a lot of stuff from dates. If you two had your first kiss and he was wearing a specific color? He’ll wear that color on every date for good luck.

He’s pretty ok at cooking. Not like busting out a five course meal but he’ll make a really good dinner for you two to share or might bake you something from time to time.

He does smoke weed but if you don’t like him doing that he won’t do it around you. He will make sure he and his room doesn’t smell like it and he won’t purposefully get high around you. But if you’re chill with it he won’t be too worried but still will try to keep things smelling nice for you.

STEAL HIS CLOTHES PLEASE DO! He would love to have you spend the night and he finds you brushing your teeth in one of his shirts. Or you’re over and you spill something on yourself. He’s quick to offer you one of his shirts/pants and will politely stare at you for the rest of the night. “No you can keep it baby, I like that on you.”

He might try to buy a car just so he can drive you around places. Joyce might make him take Will and El too but he’ll let them go off and do something while the two of you kiss in the back.

Love to take pictures of you. He really can’t get enough. “Johnathan I think that’s enough pictures.” “One more honey, please?”

#johnathan byers #johnathan byers x reader #johnathan byers x you #johnathan byers x y/n #stranger things

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