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blue-jisungs · 4 months

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gamer bf!wonu hcs

authors note. inspired by the fact that a) i love gamer bf things b) i love wonwoo c) i’m a loser d) im a loser who plays ow and i had an encounter with another wonwoorideul while playing ow.

gamer bf!wonwoo who lets you use his gaming set up, having a separate account. he knows you use it for academic stuff or to watch youtube and whatever. he knows that you like all the shiny details like keyboard emiting rainbow lights when you touch a key. or the cute hamster commuter mouse he bought you (and sometimes uses it too when he’s too lazy to switch to his professional gaming mouse)

gamer bf!wonwoo who buys the games he thinks you’d like. if you don’t — it’s not like he’s poor, right? he usually ends up playing the games eitherway...

gamer bf!wonwoo who loves explaining and showing you how the games work. either the ones he bought for you or the ones he plays. and you genuinely love to listen and try the games, especially when his large and warm hands are atop yours and guide you <3

gamer bf! wonwoo who – maybe in a cheesy manner – says that you’re his good luck charm. not that we wins only when you’re here because he is a good player but it brings him more joy when you’re around. even if you’re just absentmindedly scrolling on insta while on his lap.

gamer bf! wonwoo who once entered his room and saw you playing one of the games he plays. and… you were rocking. and enjoying yourself. wonwoo was shocked, to say at least, but also proud. and happy!!

you mumble shyly and explain that you started playing the game because of him, it seemed fun and you wanted to surprise him… and you didn’t notice that he didn’t log off

and gamer bf!wonwoo couldn’t be more happy that you can share hobbies, he loves playing with you 🥹 he buys another pc set up eventually, letting you pick all the color themes and accessories you want hehe

gamer bf! wonwoo who doesn’t hesitate to jump on vc when someone is insulting you … even nasty 12yos are scared of his deep voice hehe~~

and gamer bf! wonwoo who cheers on you when you have a kill streak or play of the game… he’s all over you, pecking your face while you’re giggling and squirming because you can’t see your screen >_<

gamer bf! wonwoo who spoils you with capital S. that man will not take no as an answer when he knows there’s a pretty skin for your fav character!! buys you battle passes, coins, accessories… whatever you want!! will also be a sucker for matching things, like key chains with signature weapons of your fav characters or matching pfps with game characters that players ship hehe

you and your gamer bf! wonwoo who may be a loser but still loves you the most — and will even sacrific his sleep schedule do pull an all-nighter and play games with you <3

masterlist <3

taglist. @mirxzii ,, @primoppang ,, @l3visbby ,, @nicholasluvbot ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @dazzlingligth

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 5 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 47

Part 1 Part 46

Steve settles into the new normal in waves. By the time his hair is a quarter of an inch long, he’s gotten his stitches out, face melded back together with only a gnarly line to show for it. By the time it’s a half an inch, he’s gotten the clearance to do his physical therapy at home.

Eddie sits in on his last appointment, listening tentatively to the way the doctor tells him he needs to put pressure and stretch. The way Steve needs to to move his rotary cuff on his own, working through the pain but not past it.

The first time Eddie helps, seated on the living room carpet, Uncle Wayne in his customary recliner, Steve tries to keep the pain in, but then Eddie pulls his arm back, and the torn muscles protest. Steve groans.

“Shit, sorry sorry,” Eddie says, dropping Steve’s arm like it’s too hot to touch. “Stevie, sorry!”

He holds up his hands, eyes wide and already pooling with tears. Uncle Wayne scoffs, “it’s supposed to hurt, boy.”

Steve raises his arm back up, holding it out to Eddie. “Yeah, keep going.”

It takes an endless moment, and more of Uncle Wayne’s goading before Eddie reluctantly grabs his arm and continues his ministrations. He damn-near cries through the whole thing. Steve stays mouse-quiet and still.

It gets easier as the days pass, the pain fading to a numb ache as his muscle heals.

By the time his hair’s grown out to a respectable inch, he barely remembers what it was like before this all began. He sleeps in Eddie’s bed, he hangs out with Eddie’s friends. He doesn’t go home at all.

Eddie’s friends stop looking like defensive prey animals every time Steve sits down at their lunch table. Sometimes Barbara is there, sometimes Nancy and Jonathan. Always Eddie and his friends. And always Steve.

Eddie’s friends grow used to him. Doug gives him his extra cookie sometimes. Jeff helps him with D & D stats, patiently explaining everything he needs to know to survive his next session with the party. Gareth, in between glares, laughs at some of the things Steve says. Not usually the jokes, but it’s progress all the same.

Sometimes Tommy will shoulder check him in the hallway, and Carol will look over at him with big, sad eyes from across every classroom. It’s fine. It has to be.

He’ll blink, every now and then, and there will be ash raining down, the sky red and storming. He hasn’t mentioned it to Eddie or Will. Or anyone at all.

Steve’s fine. He always is.

It’s almost inevitable the way it all crumbles down at Carol’s feet.

She corners him after civics, barely letting him out of the classroom before she’s latching onto his wrist and pulling him through the crowded hallway without a word. Steve halfheartedly tries to tug himself free until her manicured nails dig painfully in.

She maneuvers him into the boys bathroom, glaring viciously at the poor freshman washing his hands at the sink until he scurries past Steve and out the door. Carol reaches behind him, locking the door with a vicious twist before looking below each of the stalls. Once she’s checked that they’re alone, she whirls in Steve, glaring viciously at him. It’s an expression he’s never seen directed his way, not from her, and it makes his shoulders hunch instinctively.

“What the fuck, Steve?” she snarls, demanding.

Steve stares at her. He feels numb – hollowed out from the outside in. Like something’s been digging and digging until all he has is skin. “What?” Steve asks. Stupidly. Numbly.

She marches up to him, jabbing him hard with her pointer finger into his shoulder, this time the bad one. Steve hisses and she does it again. “You turn into a ghost for over a week, and then fucking ghost us?” she demands, voice rising in pitch and volume. “And you’ve replaced us with the Freak?”

“Eddie’s not–” Steve starts, hackles raising.

“I don’t fucking care about Munson!” her voice echoes around the small room, bouncing around the walls with the power of her fury. “Be friends with Munson, I don’t give a fuck!” She throws her hands up in the air, pacing back and forth the way she usually only does when she’s ranting about her Mom, late at night, when they’re holed up in one of their respective bedrooms. “I care that you ditched us with no fucking explanation.”

Steve’s organs are thawing out. It hurts – the way her bottom lip wobbles even as she’s yelling. The way her eyes are shimmering in a way Steve’s never seen before. The way her porcelain mask is cracking at the seams, and all Steve sees underneath is exhaustion.

But, he knows. Tommy’s made it perfectly clear with his shoulder checks and hostile sneers that it’s Eddie or them. “Carol,” he sighs. “You know that Tommy–”

She interrupts again. “Fuck Tommy!” she runs her hand through her hair, and it gets stuck in there, too much hairspray keeping her curls in place. “Who cares about Tommy? I thought we were friends.”

Her voice breaks on the words friends. Like she, too, is remembering nights spent painting each other’s nails, and talking about crushes. Like she, too, is remembering how they’d had their first kiss long before anyone had kissed Tommy.

Steve stumbles backward, spine hitting the partition between two open stalls before he allows his body to give up. He slides down, butt hitting the cold tile. He curls his arms around his knees, notices the tremor running through his fingers as he laces them together.

“I can’t tell you,” Steve whispers.

It’s quiet in the bathroom, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the drip drip drip of the runny toilet at the far end. Steve doesn’t look up from the tile between his knees, but he hears Carol shuffling forward, muttering under her breath how fucking gross boys are even as she sits down beside him.

She knocks her knee against his before pulling it back away. Neither of them have ever been touchy-feely with one another. Steve wants her arm around his shoulders, wants to bury his face in her neck. He knocks his knee into hers before pulling it back and away.

“Fine,” she says, begrudging. Angry. “Don’t tell me why you’re so fucked up. Share that with Munson, whatever.”

Steve sighs. “Carol.”

“Does that mean we can’t even fucking be friends?” she demands, biting. “What, you’re too good for me now? Can’t even answer the door for me?”

Steve pictures it – Carol small in her winter coat, waiting minutes on end at the Harrington’s front door, ringing the bell for an empty house, waiting for the ghost of who Steve used to be to open the door. He wonders where Tommy was, if she didn’t mention him because he hasn’t tried at all.

“I’ve been staying at Munson’s.”

He looks at her out of the corner of his eyes, sees it land like a blow before she closes her eyes against it. “Of course you have been,” she sighs, defeated. Like that’s all she has the energy for. She levers herself up, walks toward the locked door, and slides it back.

It’s as she begins to open the door that Steve speaks, “do you want to come over after school?”

She pauses, foot already halfway out the door before she turns back to Steve, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “To Munson’s trailer?” she asks incredulously, but she steps back into the bathroom and lets the door close behind her.

Steve shrugs. He can’t read her face the way he used to be able to. There’s something wanting in her eyes that he can’t name as they rove over his face, like she’s looking from something. Just like he is. Two people who know each other too well and not at all.

Carol turns back around, swinging the door back open. Steve feels something shrivel and die within him. But then she says, “meet you at Munson’s crap-mobile,” said casually over her shoulder like this isn’t a tectonic-plate shifting momentous occasion.

Steve smiles down at his knees, enamored with the idea of having his friend back. Of bringing her home.

Part 48

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#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic

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bambambunny · 2 years

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FATUI CAT :D

I am here to deliver on my promise of cat!reader headcannons, under the cut cuz its long

Tw: none i think??? If there is then pls tell me

Relationships: Platonic harbingers / reader

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Pierro

Scary

Just say away if you dont particularly like him

He probably wont mind, he’s too busy to care about a cat of all things.

But like if you do like him, i recommend snoozing in his lap.

He’s got a lot of paperwork to do so its unlikely that he moves around a lot.

Its giving villain in a turning chair menacingly stroking a cat while giving an order to a nervous henchmen to inconvenience the heroes.

You could try yelling at him and only quieting down when he pets you or lets you onto is lap

But, depending on his mood, he might just kick you out of his office

Would assign some poor Fatui henchman to take care of you so you have a constant guardian even if the other harbingers arent there.

Dottore

Again

Scary

If you, as a cat, show human-like intelligence dottore will certainly pick up on it

Personally, as someone who likes cats and science, I would hang out with him

But like bad vibes

The worst vibes imaginable from this man.

Dont touch the chemicals he has.

We dont know what it is but just to be safe, assume all of them are acid.

Columbina

I love her sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Gives the most satisfying scritches and sings the sweetest songs

She’s one of the most safest harbingers to nap around

She’d put clips and bows in your fur regardless of gender.

Spends like 5 hours singing and grooming you like she doesnt have work to do.

No one has the guts to interrupt her though.

Capitano

Even though he’s scary i have a hc he’s nicer than he looks.

He isnt around Zapolyarny palace very often bc he’s out doing military campaigns and what not

But when he is at the palace, its safe to hang out with him

He’d have no issue with you catching a ride on his shoulders.

I also like to think he has a pyro vision(if he has one) and so he’s warmer than most

Perfect for a cat in snezhnaya.

I think he’s nicer than he looks and it would be funny for the tiny cat to run straight to the big scary harbinger for pets and cuddles.

Pulcinella

Its grandpa time babey

He gives you only the highest quality cat food.

You spend the day with him and you leave with 5 extra pounds just from the amount of treats he gives you.

You dont even have to do tricks or anything he just rewards you for existing.

He’d give you a kitty version of the harbinger coats, sponsored by Pantalone.

Scaramouche

Oh this is fun

You know how cats are just assholes sometimes and like do things specifically to piss you off

Yeah do that

Swipe at his hat tassles

Get on a cabinet and yell, mocking him for being so tiny

Rest assured that he will torment you in return

Like i love scaramouche so much, he’s my baby, id adopt him a million times over if i could

But i can only restrain the bastard instinct for so long

He told the fatui in charge of you to make sure you leave him alone and is so close to killing him when you inevitably waltz around the corner.

Sandrone

You’re not allowed in her workshop

No ifs ands or buts

Her robots are to delicate to risk getting knocked over by a cat

If you’re really insistent on watching her then she might allow you to watch from the door

But thats it

Outside of the workshop though, she wouldnt mind letting you in her lap while she is carried around by her robot.

Just dont jump off without letting her know before hand

You might get crushed by the robot

If you manage to make her like you and look sad enough, she might make a robotic toy for you.

Maybe a robot cat friend or a mouse for you to chase.

It keeps you occupied and lets Sandrone make another robot, win-win!

Signora

She does seem a bit cold at first

Feels like the type to not like animals bc of how messy they are, etc.

But she will warm up to you quicker than say Pierro or Sandrone.

Another source of heat in this frigid country.

She sends one of those fire moths to go with you and it is very much appreciated.

Girls night with Her and Columbina hanging out and taking care of you ^-^

Pantalone

As mentioned in the original post, i think Pantalone likes cats

He’d spoil you so bad lmao

Doesnt matter if you’re mean or nice or apathetic

He has a corner in his office dedicated to you.

Its got a box of toys, the softest bed money can buy, the most elaborate cat tree imaginable like wtf man, one of them self cleaning litter boxes, a water fountain, and an automatic feeder.

The feeder is on a schedule but that doesnt really matter because Pantalone will give you treats anyways.

He even gives you your own allowance from the fatui treasury.

He gives you one of those cat collars with the little bell.

Arlecchino

You could hint to her that you want to go to the orphanage.

Everytime someone mentions it, give a little chirp and stare at her intently.

She’ll probably get the idea and set aside a week or so for you go to the orphanage to play with the kids.

They’re all very gentle with you and like to call you a mini snow leopard.

Arlecchino thinks its kinda cute but she wont say it.

Tartaglia

The bastard instinct returns

I like to think that he isnt present when the other harbingers found cat!reader

Imagine he arrives heavily wounded and is confined to bed rest

And like, when the doctor gives the go ahead for guests, cat!reader jumps onto the bed and starts purring up a storm

Cats purr to comfort others as well as to show happiness

Childe’s barely conscious but the fluffy thing is comfy and he cant move so might as well let it stay.

When he does wake up he’s more than a little surprised to find a cat in his bed

You have a collar so he assumes you already belong to someone, pets you and then lets you out of the room while he goes over to see what the other harbingers are doing.

Khdsgoiewjrlksjf might try making this a longer fic if i have the skills but anyways-

Very nice to you

A bit rough on the playing but hey, it helps hone your hunting skills

Not that you need to hunt, you get fed regularly and i doubt there’s much mice in Zapolyarny palace.

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And thats all i got. If yall want, feel free to expand on the concept or send some asks for more specific interactions! This is the first time ive done anything like this so i hope its good enough.

Tag list:

@etherisy @franc-1-s

#genshin fatui #fatui x reader #capitano x reader #pantalone x reader #pierro x reader #sandrone x reader #arlecchino x reader #columbina x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #signora x reader #dottore x reader #pulcinella #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #fatui cat

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konigsblog · 5 months

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dilf dad bod König with long hair

just the perfect man especially if he has tattoos and piercings and ungodly collection of Legos and motorbikes

dilf dadbod musky long haired metalhead könig (what a beautiful name 🩷, but i'll shorten it to d!db!könig)

tw: mentions of weed use

d!db!könig most definitely has nipple piercings and a few metal barrells on his shaft, as well as his iconic prince albert piercing that he loves to tease you with when he's fucking your slick pussy and bruising your cervix. ;3

he's constantly playing metal music, your poor ears aching as he fucks you roughly and restlessly, going for multiple rounds whilst you pant and heave through exhaustion.

you're just a dumb, little thing for könig to use whenever he feels like it, right...? he fucks you to the beat of the music, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your cheeks raw and wet as he rubs his wet, pierced tip against your clit, soft and slow movements as he teases you for being so damn sensitive. :(((

he's utterly obsessed with having his hair tugged and pulled at... especially if you're riding him after smoking an overpacked bong with him. he's such a horrible influence, and you're so needy! eyelids heavy, lazily ridiculous him and crying into his musky neck.

the way those cold, metal balls drag against your warm, gummy walls for hours on end absolutely drives you crazy, too much for your dumb, little head to comprehend.

and tattoos? he has some on his muscular, fat thighs and his biceps, as well as one on his back. he gets rough accidentally, and you get so dumb off of his big cock so fucking easily... :( half conscious and moaning while you weakly tug at his long, thick, straight hair... :3

“stay awake, mouse,” könig growls out, slapping your cheek hard enough that you're aware and alert. “look at you taking me so well, ja?” he teases, biting your neck while you tangle your hands in his hair, bouncing doen onto him in harmony with his thrusts!!

#orla speaks #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #cod konig #konig x reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig #konig call of duty

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highpri3stess · 4 months

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Okay sorry I don’t run lmao . After reading your kidnapping one 3 guys came to mind. Hanma would honestly just let us kidnap him to see how far we’d actually go. Once he got bored he’d be like aight ima head out (insert that SpongeBob meme here) and Baji would already know like he’d know what we were up to and would probably kidnap us before we kidnap him. Some like reverse psychology shit in there too lmao. Kazutora my little touch starved baby, he’d just be so happy someone wants to give him attention, like he would willingly help us, & if we were wanting a ransom or something he’d even help us with it. (Hanma would too, try to test out how smart/ and far Kisaki would go to get him back) spoiler : he doesn’t 💀

BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO BEING A TOKYO REVENGERS YANDERE: Snippets

Hanma has definitely let us kidnap him. Being the little shit that he is, he would pretend like he doesn't know what you're doing and be extra dramatic about it. "I HOPE SOMEONE DOESN'T KIDNAP ME. I AM ALL ALONE!" It's annoying that he fucking ESCAPES everytime. He doesn't understand the concept of kidnapped by chance, lovers by choice ☹ the worst part? He'll point out WHERE YOU WENT WRONG! How dare he give ME advice on what I d- I mean, anyways, it's like a cat and mouse game.

Don't ever use Hanma as a leverage to try and kidnap Kisaki too, he won't show up.

As for Baji, you wonder how you got here. Tied up in some guys room while he's just looking at you like 🤨 all you remember is stalking Baji while petting a cat and 'BAM' you're unconscious. Would not take "It's because I love you" as an explanation for trying to LITERALLY KIDNAP HIM. in the end, he'll just keep you in his room until he figures out what the hell he should do with you. Might pet you if you're obedient.

Kazutora, my poor sweet baby. Somebody is love with him? So badly that they want to kidnap him and keep him forever? Sign him up! Will go the extra mile to find a brand of ropes that is impossible to break or magically, you're looking for something to hold him and he just offers you- CHAINS. Yes you heard me, CHAINS. "I saw what you were doing and I wanted to help you-" "you want this?" "Don't you?" Easiest boy to keep and maintain, he even gives you cuddles. Not that I know, I totally don't have him in my room-

- Monika with a K

#beginners guide to being a tokyo revengers yandere #tw. kidnapping #tokyo revengers crack #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke #moots♡

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defensepunk · 10 months

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Get On Your Knees

A D/s bullet fic w/ sub!Miguel O'Hara and maledom!Reader

Minors please DNI with this post!

Content Includes: D/s with sub!Miguel and Dom!Reader. Both are cis men. Includes oral sex (reader receiving), cockwarming (reader receiving), praise/degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia, dick stepping (reader giving), pet play if you squint

Buckle up, y'all. This one gets long.

Your first meeting was a disaster. Miguel had never considered the idea of being a submissive, but you clocked his potential for it as soon as you stepped into the room. Looking back you laugh at how he reacted

Poor boy never stood a chance. He tried so hard to be commanding at first, but there was just something about your tone, the way you carried yourself, that made him desperate for something he didn't have the words for

From then on it was a game of cat and mouse that was obvious to pretty much everyone except Miguel. You would tease him, sure, but as you continued to spend time together you started to use your Dom persona to get him to take care of himself more and more. Your bond with each other deepened

It was a late night at the Spider Society HQ when it happened. Miguel was at his wit's end: tired, frustrated, frazzled. You were the only one who dared go near him. It was a long shot, and it may completely ruin your budding friendship, but you knew Miguel needed something only you could give him

(Very long so I put the rest under the cut!)

A gentle hand on his back made him startle, only to minutely relax when he realized it was you. It looked like you had your work cut out for you

"I'm fine. What are you doing here?" came Miguel's response to your unasked question.

"I'm here because you're not fine and you know it." Your hand started to gently caress the tense muscles of his back. He still hadn't looked at you.

"Let me take care of you, Miguel. Please. Let me help." and what the hell was he supposed to say to that when you were all he had been able to think about for weeks?

When Miguel finally turned to look at you, it was like a gentle thaw after a harsh winter. He looked vulnerable. He looked wrecked, and you hadn't even done anything yet

"Please.." came his whispered, almost shameful response. He wasn't even sure what he was asking for at this point, but if it involved your hands on him he would have done anything you said.

The moment your lips pressed to his he fell apart. Small whines and moans escaped through the wet slide of your mouths, and he felt like a starving man

You weren't faring much better. You had fallen completely head over heels for Miguel O'Hara, and all you wanted was to take care of him and make him come undone for you

"Baby, would you get on your knees for me?" You asked him once your kiss had ended, but both of you knew it wasn't really a question; it was an order.

Miguel sank to the floor with a soft groan of relief. He didn't need to think about anything right now. All he needed to do was obey the sound of your voice and the feel of your hands on his skin

You sat down in the chair that Miguel usually frequented, spreading your legs and exposing the prominent bulge of your cock through your pants. Miguel felt himself start to salivate at the thought of your cock inside his mouth, fucking his throat until he lost his voice entirely

"Aw," you mocked sweetly, "you want a taste, puppy?" The nickname had Miguel's cock hard and leaking in his suit, and he found himself spiraling out of control in the best way possible. Frantically, he nodded, mouth opening in a silent plea, and really, how could you refuse that?

The tip of your cock sliding inside of his mouth made both of you groan in blissful satisfaction. Miguel knew already that he was going to be addicted to this: to your taste, the feel of you in his mouth, your hand threading through his hair with a gentle, yet firm grip

"Beautiful boy, fuck, Miguel," your voice was so much deeper when you were getting your cock sucked, and it made Miguel throb in his suit

You used the grip you had on his hair to slide him deeper onto your cock, fist tightening minutely whenever Miguel let out a little noise that vibrated up your spine. And then you simply.. kept him there

Miguel was so confused, cock drunk and hazy. Why wouldn't you let him move? He wanted to be good for you, but he couldn't do that if he couldn't suck you off properly. Him gazing up at you with tears in his eyes and your cock stretching his mouth had to be the most beautiful, arousing image you had ever seen in your life

"Shh, baby," you soothed, "Just want you to stay still for a bit. Can you do that for me? Relax for me for a little bit?" you said with so much affection and implicit authority that Miguel could only moan around your length in his mouth in immediate agreement.

Time became a distant and irrelevant concept for the two of you, Miguel's mind slipping into subspace, tension finally bleeding out of him the way you set out to do in the first place

Eventually Miguel's neediness began to get the better of him and he began to not so subtly work his tongue around your cock, trying to get a reaction out of you

And you may have had near endless self control, but you were only a man, and feeling Miguel O'Hara's tongue trace along the veins in your cock was your final straw

The gentle stroking of Miguel's hair turned into a vice grip, tight enough for fresh tears to spring to his eyes that threatened to fall as you placed a booted foot on his aching cock, still covered by his suit

"C'mon, puppy, didn't you know what would happen if you teased me? Did you realize that dumb little teases like you get their faces fucked?" Your voice was sickeningly sweet, saccharine and degrading and it was everything Miguel needed to hear as his eyes crossed at the feeling of your boot pressing against his leaking dick

Everything was so much, so perfectly overwhelming that Miguel's only coherent thought was more. Moaning obscenely around your cock, he tried his best to convey his contentment at the humiliating position he found himself in

You decided that the time for softness was over. Using both your grip on Miguel's hair and the boot stepping on his cock you fucked his face with no mercy while putting increasing pressure on his cock

Miguel was in heaven. He was openly sobbing and whining around your cock with abandon now, uncaring of how pathetic he must have looked.

"Silly little puppy, just look at you drooling around my cock. Just absolutely fucked dumb; although, it's not like there was a lot of brainpower to get rid of, huh? This is all you've been able to think about since you met me, am I right?"

The words went straight through Miguel, who sobbed and whined through his orgasm, then just whines and little gasps escaped him as you didn't stop, you just kept grinding your boot on his cock and fucking into his throat to the point of pure overstimulation

"'M gonna cum down your throat, alright sweetheart? I want you to swallow all of what I give you like a good little slut" you were moaning yourself; Miguel's mouth felt like heaven around you, and you wanted so bad to keep him like this for as long as you possibly could, possibly forever

A broken, garbled wail escaped from Miguel, tears and saliva and precum covering his face. His thoughts were a mess; he was so fully in subspace, so close to a second orgasm that his vision was fuzzy. He needed your cum down his throat more than he needed air to breathe

Your orgasm shot through you as you slammed deep into Miguel's throat, pumping cum into his waiting, eager mouth. Finally, you removed your boot from his cock, noticing distantly that he had cum again from the sensation of your semen in his throat

As soon as you had caught your breath you started on aftercare. You managed to use your watch to take Miguel back to your home, stripping him down and cleaning him as gently as you could manage

Miguel was completely out of it, fully in subspace, all worries gone from his mind, so he let you manhandle him and secretly enjoyed it as you tucked him into bed with you and maneuvered him into being the little spoon

Eventually he came back to reality, but when he tried to speak even you made a face at how absolutely fucked his voice was. There was no way to hide this from the Spider Society, and the thought sent a shiver up his spine despite how inconvenient he knew it would be

"Worrying already? I guess I didn't do a good enough job then" you teased, not unkindly. Miguel flushed as he remembered his behavior from just an hour prior. You shushed him gently when he opened his mouth to speak

"Save your voice, darling. I already know"

And Miguel found it in himself to snuggle closer into your chest, close his eyes, and let himself be held

#miguel o'hara #spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #sub miguel o'hara #male reader #nsft #minors dni #x reader

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our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace · 1 year

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OBEY ME

Scenario :Mc eating a banana inappropriately

warning:HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE ‼️

Lucifer

All he want is some peaceful environment so that he can finish the schools paperworks that was assigned to him

But no

Your dumb ass decided to tease your ever so prideful boyfriend

Grabbing a banana from the fridge and having the audacity to sit infront of a working lucifer in his office

You wasted no time, peeling and licking that banana as if that's the most delicious thing you've tasted, occasionally letting out some not so appropriate noises

"What do you think your doing?" lucifer sternly asked, eyes fully meeting yours

"mmhhp mmhhhpp"

"take that out and answer me" he said, a tick mark appearing on his forehead

You took the banana out making a popping noise in the end and licking your lips oh so seductively

"what? I was just eating" you said feigning innocence

"no one ever eats bananas like that" he said as a matter of fact

"well, i do. Now will you excuse me, i have more eating to do"

You decided to end it there since it was clear to you that what you did got him all hot and bothered seeing how his not returning his attention to the papers on his desk

"ok fine, stop looking at me like that. I'm leaving and i promise, i won't bother you again" you stated while getting up and acting to leave

"hold it" he immediately spoke and you oh so slowly turned around, desperate to hide an incoming grin

"what" you innocently asked

"that's the wrong way to my bed" he firmly said, quickly coming to you and slowly sliding his sly hands on your waist and immediately capturing your lips for a deep heated kiss

The kiss lasted for a minute and by the moment you came back to your senses, you already found yourself on the bed with your demon hovering above you ready to take you to heaven

Expect yourself to eat something else.

Mammon

"what's wrong mams" you innocently said

"nothing" he said despite being completely beet red

"then why are you so red?" belphie innocently asked, touching mammon's ears

mammon flinched awkwardly from beels innocent touch

"yeah mammon, why are you so red" asmo teasingly added

"is there a specific reason why you can't look at MC in the eyes and if you do look at her, you turn into an overripe tomato" satan pointed out with a glint of teasing

"good job pointing that out genius" belphie said leced with sarcasm

"you guys, cut it out" You interjected turning the attention to the poor tomato in front of you

Mammon took another short glance at you and ended up blushing more. he bolted out of the room and you were quick to chase after him

You slowly pried for the reason why he was acting like that and when he stated he just can't get the image of you mindlessly eating a banana inappropriately out of his mind

When you heard this, it was your turn to become a tomato

You frantically explained your side yet the more you explain, the more you two become a blushing mess

both of you guys decided to just bury the whole issue

yet you guys still can't help but turn red when remembering the embarrassment of this day

Leviathan

he's gaming as usual yet he can't seem to concentrate with how the person sitting next to him is being a menace

"what's wrong levi, you're dying" you commented while solely focusing your attention to the game screen since, he was so out of the game

he tried to focus on the game and not to you eating that banana seductively

damn, why do you have to lick it like that

he was far from being focused since his eyes always dart to your lips that's attached to that stupid banana

And it's not helping how tight his pants are starting to feel.

"levi, you died for the 3rd time, at this rate you're definitely gonna lose" you turned your neck to face his direction and was left speechless to

see a very much obvious needy avatar of envy

who's painfully clutching his d*ck with teary eyes

who's hands are now holding your hand instead of the mouse

who's lips are quivering to say something

"what's wrong?" you asked frantically, cupping his face with your free hand

"MC, it hurts" he said painfully with little tears, slowly guiding your hands to his thing

you came to realize why and how the situation came to this certain point

this made you hella flustered cause the scene in front of you is downright tempting

giving in, you did what you were doing to the banana earlier to a certain moaning avatar of envy

rawrrrrrrrr

Satan

" by any chance, have you forgotten how to eat a banana Mc?" he asked ever so seriously"

not really, I'm just eating normally" you replied

" no one licks, kiss or nibble on a banana like that, it's just bite, chew and swallow. Now what's your excuse" he stated, completely dominating your conversation

not liking how he was winning, you harshly bit a huge chunk of banana, chewed and swallowed

he nervously flinched when you did that, somehow finding his hand covering his precious d*ck

"i guess next time if i do happen to eat something else, I'll just bite, chew and swallow" you smiled menacingly

"that's" satan tried to reason out yet you cut him off

"no, no, i completely understand, i won't lick, kiss or nibble. I have to firmly bite and chew it off" you said making a slash action on your neck

"do you really have to win every argument" he stated, sighing admitting his defeat

"hehe of course, me winning is a must it's not negotiable" you had the audacity to show him such a stupid grin

God, if only he didn't love you

Asmodeus

Asmo

are you sure you wanna do this

like hundred percent sure

cause the moment you start doing this

you'll be in his bed, under him and not even a second later has become a moaning mess

Beelzebub

yeah no

you'll do this stupid shit

and he'll just stare at you and say

"that's not the right way to eat a banana MC"

and he'll just proceed to show you how to eat one

you'll just end up being the one embarrassed for your stupid attempt to seduce him

Belphegor

"ehem" belphie faked coughed, signaling you to stop the dumb shit you're doing in front of him

yet you chose to continue and pretend you didn't hear anything

"ok stop that" he said, eyes locked on yours

"stop what?"

"that!"

"what's" that"" you said completely taunting him

"one, that's nasty. two, that's gross. and three it's inappropriate. So stop it" he said firmly

"one, it's none of your business how i eat. two, no one asked you to watch and three, you had the audacity to tell me that when you're hard as a rock" you retorted slyly looking on the thing that's standing proudly between his legs

he groaned after hearing your words

" oh and also, you better take care of that yourself cause technically i would do it for you buuuuut, one it's nasty, two it's gross and three it's inappropriate" you sarcastically said leaving the room with a stupid grin.

"DAMN IT MC, GET BACK HERE" he shouted

"AND WHAT? DIE AGAIN? NO THANK YOU" you shouted back, running for your life

A/N: wews i have been dead for a while and whose fault is it? mine. Who said medical school was fun.

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 year

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Poor Barman Part 4

~ Runs In The Family ~

~and the Ghost town~

Bartender picks syrups for cocktails.

Danny*appears behind him without sound*: Hello.again.

Barman: Boy, a couple more meetings and I'll think you're my stalker.

Danny: Nothing like that. My parents think that I rarely go out so they dragged me to the supermarket.

Maddie: Danny, where are you? Hello, sir.

~~~

Maddie: Yes, our boy is so shy. In his hometown he always runs away before being attacked by ghosts. Jack and I were so sure that in a new city with high crime Danny would be even more stressed. There are so many dangerous people here.

Barman’s gaze shifts to the innocently blinking boy standing behind. Danny draws a halo above his head by using strange green energy.

Bartender: Really, Mrs.? tell me more

*remembers yesterday when this “quiet as the mouse grave” boy tried to get into Killer Croc's mouth to inspect his fangs and almost made him write a letter of resignation*

~ and a chip off the old block~

Next night

Bartender: In conclusion, your immensely loving overprotective parents are unaware that you not only got into in a bad company but also rule it.

Danny: Hey, what management are you talking about. At school they don't even trust me to be a DJ.

Boy brings marshmallows on a stick to one of the Red Hood's thugs who immediately pulls out a lighter

Danny: I just love making new friends :D

Danny: Besides, overprotective doesn’t sound very respectful. Don’t say that in front of them. My mom’s name made of "mad" and "die" parts for a reason. She could break Two-face's spine as a light workout.

Barman: I believe in it.

~ and the last brain cell of the Fenton family ~

Danny *shows the Bartender a photo*: This is my sister Jazz. She wants to be a psychologist. She has the best grades in Amity Park!

The bartender*is happy that there is at least someone adequate in the boy's family*.

Danny: Tomorrow she will come here without me to discuss some publications with Dr. Quinzel. Don't give her any trouble.

Barman: I was wrong

Danny: What?

~~~

Danny: And so, guys, why are you were bad boys?

The holding cells at the Gotham Police Station.

All criminals are sitting in the opposite corner from the 14-year-old boy.

Police officer: You're listed as an emergency contact for him.

Jazz: And what did he do this time?

Police officer: He placed Mr. Freeze in a strange non-melting ice. Persuade him to releave the villain and Commissioner Gordon will let your brother out. We cannot offer an interrogation. It's a waste of time.

Jazz: Mr.Barman,hello,what are you doing here?

Barman: One of our bouncers sent someone to the hospital so the Boss sent me to pay his bail for him.

Jazz: I see. More importantly, Danny, come here. now. You’re in big trouble, little brother.

Danny *walks through the wall and throws handcuffs on the officer’s desk*.

Barman: You know what, I’ll come back later. I just remembered I left the iron on in the bar. Have a good day.

Danny: See you soon.

Barman: I hope not.

#dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp #maddie fenton #danny fenton #Danny Phantom #dp #killer croc #waylon jones #jazz fenton #barman #harleen quinzel #harley quinn #commissioner gordon #two-face

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ceilingfan5 · 6 months

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thankpologies

(another @taznovembercelebration delight, for sick)

“I can do it,” Kravitz murmbles hoarsely from under about fifteen blankets. He stares blankly up at the dark ceiling. Taako wants to put him in his pocket and he isn’t even wearing pants yet.

“Yeah?” Taako shuts off their fourth alarm. And the fifth one, you know, preemptively. “You sure there, bud?”

“I can do it,” he insists, like he’s trying to convince himself, too. “I’m……………………….good.”

“You’re good?” Taako’s trying not to laugh, he promises. Kravitz looks miserable. He looks like a wet sack of marbles left behind in a dead mall. What were those marbles for? Why are they wet? Is someone going to miss the marbles? Who can say. But they’re going in Taako’s pocket.

“Sooooo good.” Kravitz tries to sit up, fails, and squinches his eyes shut, groaning. “I’m, good. I’m good. I’m good I’m good I’m good. I can do it.”

“What if,” Taako says, “Hear me out.”

“I’m not staying h— ome.” Kravitz swallows, once, twice, a third time, none of them looking less unpleasant. “Home,” he corrects. “No way. Got. Too much work to day. Do.”

“Hear me out though,” Taako says. “Perhaps, correct me if I’m wrong, the county coroner should maybe not look like a zombie.”

“I d- doh- hhh. Zombie.” Kravitz tries to sit up properly, and it makes Taako wince just to watch him. He unwraps another single cracker from the Freshstack ™ they were working through at two in the morning, and hands it to him. Kravitz nibbles on it like the world’s most pathetic mouse. Like if a mouse was divorced, and crying a little, and wet, like a sack of marbles. He gets about a third of the way through this monumental obstacle and then lets his hand flop down, and Taako is very normal and makes no crumb comments, because his boy is ailin’.

Ooooh, is he ailin’. So ailin’ he’s from another planet.

“Let’s write your boss an email, and then tuck you back in, buster.”

“Noooooo,” Kravitz whines.

“My guy, my handsome criminal empire cohost, you get that you are making Taako be the voice of reason, yeah?”

Kravitz considers this.

“Haven’t barfed yet,” he says, petulantly.

“Sit up and put on your tie,” Taako challenges.

There’s a long beat.

“No?”

“That’s what I thought, asshole.” Taako reaches over and squeezes Kravitz’s hand with affection. He hands him his phone. “Let’s just, be brief. Dear boss, can’t come in today, so sorry. Love you, bye.”

Kravitz drops his phone on his face.

“Fuck,” he says, delayed. Taako covers a snort. Poor beast. He takes the phone and can’t cover a second one. “Oh, buddy.”

“Yeah?” Kravitz blinks, and rubs his general face zone.

“Your beautiful schnozz hit send on this masterpiece?” Taako shows him, but not until after taking a screenshot and sending it to himself, for posterity and also social media crimes.

To: [email protected]

Subject: ow

DEAR HELLO Cannot’nt come to death today, I am maybe am not well enough to help bodies thankpologies K

–sent from my iPhone

“What’s wrong with it?” Kravitz says, grimacing.

“Yeah, you’re not goin’ fuckin’ anywhere, beloved,” Taako decides. He hands him his damaged little sadboy cracker and kisses his forehead and tucks him in, and starts doing the Get Ready Shimmy. “I’ll be checking in on you on my lunch hour, unless you think I need to call in too, and take your sorrowful mouse ass to the hopsicle.”

“Probaly not,” Kravitz cannot manage a whole lot of conviction. He nibbles the cracker. Wetly. “I’ll…watch the price is right?”

“You’ll sleep.”

“I’ll sleep,” Kravitz confirms, snuggling down, forgetting about the last third of the cracker right then and there. Given permission to burrow back into his pathetical little mousehole, his whole body relaxes, and somehow he manages to look even greyer. “I’ll sleep so many.”

“So many.” Taako pats something in the vicinity of his shoulder. “Poor bastard. If you get me sick, I am going to kill you.”

“No promises,” Kravitz sighs, almost immediately dozing right back off.

Shame Taako loves him so much.

[id: a space themed game board with 15 spaces and a cat, fish, and "good worker" sticker on 1, 2, and 3 respectively]

#sickfic #taakitz #taakitz fic #taz #tazb #taz balance #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #fan5fics #nausea #illness

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crees-a · 27 days

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I adore your villainous trio au!! :D.

Out of curiosity, since we have Solar's reason work working with Ruin and Ruin's reason for working with Eclipse, what does Eclipse think of Solar and vice versa? I know he works with Jigsaw somewhat reluctantly / against his will (?) but I'm curious about how they would interact. Begrudging workshop-mates maybe? enemies who help the other review the others code and rubber ducky off each other? ...Friends???

Begrudging workshop-mates sounds very close

They always argue who is the better Eclipse of them two and the fact that Solar succeeded in killing his Moon doesn't help the situation

Eclipse doesn’t understand why Solar wastes his talent and intellect on building stupid machines and blowing them up while Solar just wants to have fun since no one tries to control him anymore

And Solar is annoyed with Eclipse's habits caused by infection like always taking Jigsaw's side in the most dumb arguments or leaving some poor human's limbs in the bathroom sink (like a cat with dead mouse lmao)

#villainous trio au

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rachey899 · 5 months

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Why Can't I Be Normal?

Size shifter short story featuring my beloved OC Luke. Poor Luke has a bad dream followed by an emotional outburst; lucky he has his family there to support him. Approx 2.8k words.

The world was so small around him, he looked around at the destruction he had caused, buildings had crumpled under his destructive hands, flattened houses that used to belong to his neighbors, gone. He could hear screams, but they were distant, he didn’t know what happened, only that everything around him was broken and it was his fault. There were tiny people littered like ants for as far as he could see and they scattered around him, all crying and running away from him.

“Luke!”

The frightened ten-year-old boy scanned the chaos around his feet and his eyes landed on his mother, tiny, broken, bleeding and stuck under a large piece of debris, he reached down to help free her, but he paused when she screamed in fear.

“D-Don’t hurt me!” She sobbed, Luke’s heart was racing, she looked at him like he was a monster.

“Luke!” She called for him again with urgency, but he didn’t know how to help her without scaring her or hurting her further, his heart ached.

“M-mum, I-I can’t-.”

“Luke!

“Luke! Baby, wake up!”

Luke’s eyes snapped open, he was covered in a cold sweat and shaking like a leaf, he had been so scared, but it had only been a dream, just a nightmare. He stared at the ceiling that looked much closer than it should have been, his eyes only a foot or two away from the tiny light globe, his heart began to race again but he dared not move.

“Mum?” He called out carefully, he must have grown in his sleep, but how?

“Luke, try to stay calm for me, okay?” He could hear her small voice, but he couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from, he felt his body tighten again and he groaned in pain.

“Mum what’s happening to me!” He had never shifted in his sleep before and he was scared, his voice shook the foundations around him, and the ceiling got closer, his eyes widened, he was still growing, and he was still in the house, this was not good.

“Luke turn your head this way, I’m right here.” Her voice was closer now, coming from his right side and he turned his head carefully in that direction. His mother stood beside his face, brown hair in a frazzled mess from sleep swept her shoulders and she wore mickey mouse flannelette pajamas, they were her favorite, she looked worried but not scared like she had been in his dream.

“There baby, see, I’m right here, your okay, take some deep breathes for me.” Her voice was calm like water, and he instantly felt better, she had a way about her that kept him calm, and she was usually the one who helped him to shrink back to normal when he had bursts like this.

Still seeing her there beside him, so small in such a cramped space that was only getting smaller, frightened him, even her voice couldn’t stop the tight aches coursing through him.

“Mum I’m scared.” He whispered, letting the tears leak out of his large blue eyes, his fingers felt the floor beneath him, his bed utterly destroyed, and his toes wriggled in the broken plaster that had been the wall on the opposite side of his bed. He hadn’t outgrown the house…yet.

“I know honey, remember what we practiced, just focus and breathe.”

“Where’s Dad and Ivy? Are they okay? I-I didn’t hurt them?” His mind raced and his face paled at the thought of what he might have done, his little sister Ivy’s room was beside his, exactly where his feet were right now.

“They are both safe, they are outside. Luke, you need to concentrate.” She said this a little more sternly this time, her eyes the very same as his own focusing intently on him.

He nodded carefully and closed his eyes, he counted his breaths, in and out slowly. He winced as he felt another sharp tightening of his body and he opened his eyes again looking at his mother with fear dripping from him as he watched her shrink, becoming smaller and smaller before his eyes.

He felt his feet hit another wall and drew them up slightly, so his knees were touching the ceiling, not wanting to break through another wall and potentially completely destroy the house.

“I can’t. I c-can’t stop it.” He said urgently.

“Okay, listen to me very carefully, we’re going to get you out of here.” She took a step closer to him and he almost flinched back in fear, not out of fear of her but out of fear of hurting her if she got much closer.

“Luke, I want you to hold me in your hand-.” He was shaking his head before she’d even finished explaining.

“N-no, I can’t, I’ll h-hurt you.”

“You won’t, because you are gentle, I know you. Hold me in your hand and then with your other hand I want you to push through this wall here.” She gestured to the wall behind his head, there was a window there but much too small for him to fit through now.

“Can you do that?” She asked gently, he gulped unsure of himself but nodded anyway.

Carefully he moved his arm closest to his mother until he was in a position where he could touch her with his fingers. Then slowly he wrapped his hand around his mother as though she were one of his action figures before raising her up slightly and holding her securing to his chest.

He glanced down to make sure that she was unhurt, but she waved him on, urging him to keep going.

With his left hand he slowly reached up behind his head, careful not to bump the walls that were slowly closing in around him and gently pushed into the wall. His eyes widened at the small amount of pressure he had applied, and he’d created a hole already, so easily, his mother called for him to keep going.

Once he’d knocked down the wall completely, he was free to fit his shoulders through, and with great care using his feet and free hand, he wriggled himself along the ground through the hole and outside. Only when his feet had cleared the house by a few feet did he stop and sigh staring up at the starry sky.

He carefully lifted his hand from his mother, allowing her to climb off of him on her own, once she was safely on the ground and a good distance away, he sat up crossing his legs and surveying the damage. The house was still standing, for that he was grateful but the wall he had smashed through looked horrible, and he could see through the wall his feet had crashed through into Ivy’s room, everything was a mess.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered shakily, his hands lay limp in his lap and he wondered if it wasn’t a dream at all, maybe it was a reality, maybe he was a monster incapable of anything but destruction, he clenched his fists suddenly angry.

��Luke? How are you doing bud?” His father had come over to check on his wife and unique son, clutching a small six-year-old girl on his hip.

“I hate this.” He stood then without warning, shaking the ground beneath his parents and causing the horses over the boundary fence to whinny and flee from him.

“Why do I have to be this giant freak!?” He stamped his foot causing a small crater, his parents stepped back, giving the young boy room.

“And if I’m not a giant I’m tiny and useless!” He kicked at one of the oak trees sending it flying through the air and landing in a field off their property, he glanced at his parents, so far away and so small, he hated seeing them like this, it made him feel like a monster.

“Why can’t I be normal!” He was just about to kick at another tree, having felt better releasing his anger that way when he heard a small cry. It hadn’t come from either of his parents, they only looked on with wide eyes, his mother with her hand over her mouth and his father holding on tightly to a writhing child.

Ivy screamed again, thrashing against her father, tears streaming down her face, she was scared, her big brother had never scared her like this before, she’d seen him big, but he had always been so gentle with her. Why was he being so scary now? She wanted to run away.

She managed to loosen her father’s grip on her and land on the ground and then she ran away, in the opposite direction of the scary giant who was not her brother.

Luke planted his foot down carefully on the ground, sparing the tree as tears stung his eyes, he had scared her. Ivy, his sweet little sister that loved him no matter what size he was. She’d use him as a playground to climb all over when he was big, and carried him protectively when he was small, not letting anyone else touch him.

Seeing her so fearful of him broke his heart and he immediately stepped towards her, to follow her and explain that he would never hurt her.

“Luke don’t!” His father yelled below him, ignoring his father’s words, he stepped over both his parents and followed his sister to her favorite hiding spot, the tree house.

Ivy scurried up the ladder on shaky legs until she’d reached the safety of their tree house, this place was strictly off limits to grown ups and she knew the giant couldn’t reach her there, he simply wouldn’t fit.

Luke approached the tree house and knelt down in front of it, trying to peer through the small window to glimpse his sister. Ivy shrieked when a large blue eyed filled the window and she ducked down below the windowpane to avoid being seen.

“Get away!” She screeched as loudly as she could manage, she was tired and scared and alone, she wanted nothing more than for her brother to hug her and tell her she was okay, and brave. She didn’t feel brave right now.

Luke flinched at her words, they hurt his heart, his lips quivered, and he cried anew.

“Ivy I’m sorry I s-scared you, I didn’t mean to.” There was silence from within the treehouse, but Ivy opened her sweet brown eyes and listened to the sobbing giant right outside, sniffling herself.

“I was angry, I’m still angry but not at you, never at you. I’m mad at myself, I should be able to control this stupid thing, but I can’t, and I was so mad that I could have hurt you without meaning to. I don’t know what to do Ivy.”

Luke rested his head on the side of the treehouse, shaking the branches only slightly and being careful not to apply too much pressure afraid he might knock the tree down, he only wanted to be nearer to her.

“I need you.” He whispered through his tears.

Ivy listened as the giant began to sound more and more like her brother, and he was hurting, he was saying mean things about himself, and she couldn’t let that happen. It was her job after all to be brave for him and look after him, no matter what size he was.

She carefully stood back up again, her chubby fingers gripping the window frame, she peered back out of the window and was confronted with a freckle covered wet cheek. Carefully she reached out a hand to touch the warm slick surface before her, his tears smelled of salt and she felt him stiffen beneath her touch.

Carefully Luke moved back to look at his sister, her brown hair hanging in bouncy spiraled curls about her face, just like his own if he allowed his to grow longer. He could see the tear stains on her own freckled cheeks, and he allowed more of his own to fall free, he hated seeing her hurt so much, and even more knowing it was he who had hurt her.

“I’m sorry I ran away.” Ivy’s small voice reached his ears, she was twisting her feet where she stood and looking at him bashfully like she was admitting to doing the wrong thing.

He shook his head. “No Ivy, you were right to run away, I was being dangerous and I’m so sorry, I won’t ever do something like that again, I promise.” He raised a large pinky finger towards the window, close enough for her to reach.

She eyed the large digit and quirked a small smile, accepting the pinky promise by tapping it with her own impossibly small pinky against his. He smiled in return and sniffled softly letting his hands drop back down to his lap.

“You’re not normal.” Ivy said quietly, she had been thinking about what Luke had said when he was kicking the trees away and wondering what words she could use to make him feel better, and she thought of just the right ones.

“Your special.”

Luke smiled a little brighter upon hearing his sister’s words, she had been faced with a dangerous giant for a brother who had scared her into hiding but just as quickly had forgiven him and was doing her best to make him feel better. It was working.

“C-can I have a hug?” He reached out a hand, holding his palm level with the door of the tree house, asking for permission to hold her.

She nodded her head quickly with a grin and skipped over to the door where her brother’s large hand was waiting patiently, she stepped on board, her bare feet tickling his palm causing it to twitch a little under her.

Ivy stretched her arms out wide as Luke raised her up to his cheek, she clutched his skin like it was her lifeline and he brought his other hand up to press her gently there, reciprocating the hug in their own special way.

Luke felt a wave of calm come over him and his skin began to itch, Ivy’s hands on his face started to grow as he began to shrink back down again. Not wanting to let her go while he shrank, he held her with both hands circling her waist until she was the right size in his arms again and with renewed vigor, he clutched her to his chest tightly.

“You’re the special one.” He said to her as he placed her back on the ground, relieved to be back to normal, well as normal as he could get.

“Luke are you okay?” His father’s voice tore him back to reality and he turned to see his mum and dad walking towards them.

His parents had caught up to them and had been watching from a distance, letting the two have their moment. Karly had assured her husband that Ivy was the right person this time to help their son and she had been right.

“Yeah Dad, I’m really sorry about-.” Luke had started to say before David cut them off, waving away the apology like it had already been forgiven, all he wanted now was to hold both his children safely and he did just that, pulling them both into a hug.

“Thank you.” Luke whispered, tears spilling anew, he should be in huge trouble right now, not only did he destroy their house, but he’d kicked the trees down and scared the horses away as well as ignoring his parents when they tried to stop him from following Ivy. His father should have been furious with him, but he was so grateful that he wasn’t.

“Let’s get you both back to bed and worry about all this tomorrow, yeah?” Karly had joined her family in the hug at some point and embraced them tightly before releasing them and ushering them back to the house.

Looking at both the hole in his own bedroom and his sister’s, Luke glanced at his parents, unsure where exactly they would sleep that night, what was left of the night anyway.

“Can we sleep with you!?” Ivy was bouncing with excitement, their parents had been working hard at getting Ivy to sleep in her own room as of late, the two adults exchanged a look before coming to the agreement.

“Yes, you can both sleep with us, but just for tonight.” Their father relented.

Ivy bounced ahead of them straight through the hole in the wall like it was nothing and made her way skipping all the way to their parents’ room.

Luke wrapped an arm around his mother’s waist, snuggling his head into her chest as they walked, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to roll into bed with his family and sleep for a week.

Karly leant down and kissed the top of his head, holding her son close to her.

He was special, and she would make sure no matter how others treated him and no matter what things could possibly go wrong or were out of their control, that he would remain loved.

I’m not crying your crying! Poor Lukey baby, no more nightmares okay!

#gt #giant #gianttiny #tiny #g/t #giant/tiny #gtfluff #size shifter #Luke #angst with a happy ending #angst

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angryducktimemachine · 3 months

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Accidentally kicked a mouse out of a tunnel (as in, lifted up the presumed empty tunnel and gently tilt it to get rid of bedding inside it) and out of all the mice it was poor Watson 😭😭 he's already so shy and skittish and I feel so bad about him like Watson baby boy I'm so fucking sorry i thought you were asleep in your nest like everyone else!!! D:

#there's mice loose in baker street #out of all the mice!!!!! Sherlock is the most unbothered mouse to ever be unbothered and Hamid knows me well enough BUT I WAS STILL TRYING #TO GAIN WATSONS TRUST

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merakiui · 5 months

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Any more macro/micro ideas??? That unlocked something DEEP in me 🫣

Do you know that scene from The Lion King with Scar and the mouse? Please consider Leona with a mouse beastfolk darling.......... orz and you're the genuine size of a mouse. So tiny and fragile, and yet here you are scampering into the lion's den. D: he plucks you up from the ground by your tail and holds you in the palm of his hand, watching you cower in fright. >:) since you’re so small, he carries you around in his pocket and you can never truly escape him because, despite your size, Leona’s senses are impeccable and he can hear or smell you no matter how tiny you might be.

Maybe you go into heat at one point, but Leona’s just so big and you’re so impossibly small compared to him. >_< how can he possibly help his poor, struggling mouse!! Maybe he pokes and prods at all of your sensitive spots with a single finger or he uses the tip of his tongue. >:)

#twisted chit chat

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cream0fwheat1998 · 2 years

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The Parts Only We know Ch.1

part 2

Bully!Dark!Eddie Munson x Reader

*Intimidation, more serious bullying (no wedgies cause that shit is cringe), non-Con (eventually), abusive/toxic-ish relationship*

It's gotten worse, y/n thought looking at the bluish-purple bruise on her leg. She dug through her clothing drawers and pulled out a long pair of pants. Even though a skirt would make more sense considering the warm weather, a skirt would also bring her unwanted attention.

With her parents still asleep, she took light steps around the house and gathered her supplies. She took her seat on the bus and listened to her Walkman alone. The bus ride to school is the only time of day she'd feel peace because once she stepped off the bus, she switches to survival mode all because of Eddie Munson.

Y/n swerved through the hallways while trying to hide her face. She avoided him all day and even though they were both seniors they didn't share any classes. A tap on y/n's shoulder made her jump and squeal like a mouse.

Robin put her hands up in defense, "Woah it's just me! Are you alright?" She asked, squeezing Y/n's shoulder to comfort her.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just didn't sleep much last night and my advanced classes have been kicking my ass." Y/n admitted.

"I won't be much help but if you need a study partner I'm here for you. Also sorry Steve and I didn't pick you up this morning." Robin continued walking by y/n.

Y/n took no offense, she actually had her own license but didn't have a car. Her dreams of an independent morning commute were dashed when her parents saw her slipping grades and decided that if she couldn't handle schoolwork, she wasn't mature enough to handle a car.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders and continued looking side to side for a tall, brunet man who wore lot's of rings. She thought she saw glimpses of him, shadows of his figure in the corner of her eyes, the top of his head behind large groups of people or his laugh in the midst of all the hallway chatter. It's like, on the days where she couldn't find him anywhere, his essence the devil permanently attached to her back.

After school, Robin dragged y/n into the woods to watch some friends play some nerd, fantasy game. D&D, and it sounded kinda fun but she didn't have time for games these days.

Closer to the abandoned lunch table, farther away from the school, she could hear yelling. People arguing about scores, dice rolling and lore. But what made her stop was the man standing at the head of the table.

Eddie lifted his head to see Robin and his favorite plaything walking his way. He smirked at the way y/n stopped frozen in her tracks, daring herself not to come any closer.

"Ah, come on y/n! I don't bite!" Eddie yelled, gesturing for the girls to observe the game. Robin laughed at Eddie but Y/n knew he was lying. Eddie Munson DID bite and scratch and hit and hurt her many times over the years.

The campaign ended with a win for the freshmen nerds. Eddie clapped and hugged his friends; Eddie was anything but a poor sport. Everyone shuffled off after Nancy dragged Mike away because she had to drive him home.

Steve and Robin offered to drive me home but before I could accept, Eddie put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him.

"I'll drive her guys! See you later." Eddie jingled his keys and waved his friends off.

When no one was around, Y/n was pushed against a tree. Her bag fell on the ground with its' contents scattered amongst the dead grass and dirt.

"You think you can avoid me the whole year huh?" Eddie accused Y/n, giving her a slap in the face.

Cupping her burning cheek, y/n turned her face away from Eddie's predatory gaze. "I'm sorry Eddie...." She said.

Eddie was in a forgiving mood and sighed, backing away from Y/n just a little. His heart ached to see her avoid eye contact with him but she did this to herself. She needed a reminder if his rules.

"Can you look at me? Please?" Eddie asked, cupping y/n's chin with his fingers.

Hesitant, y/n glanced up with her sweet, innocent eyes. Something about them made Eddie feel vulnerable, weak and under her spell. Whore magic, he decided.

With a chuckle, Eddie said, "You've caught me in a good mood. I'll forgive you this time with minimal punishment this time but if I catch you hiding from me in the hallways again, I'm gonna drag you by your hair into the closest broom closet and force my cock in your mouth. Understood?"

Y/n felt her eyes cloud with tears but forced herself to hold them back; she knew how Eddie felt about crying and didn't want to make the situation worse.

Y/n nodded, "Yes Eddie, I won't hide from you anymore."

Eddie didn't let go or her chin but got closer and kissed her forehead. He let her chin go and gave her a pat on the head, "That's my good girl. As for your punishment, you should walk home but give me a call so I know you got home safe." Eddie said walking from the woods leaving y/n there to pick up her stuff and wonder what Eddie had in store for her this year.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #dark!eddie munson #dark!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson x you #bully!eddie #stranger things

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tai-janai · 2 months

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Use me as an excuse to share your headcanons on the Voice of the Hunted, I’m curious about what you think of him!

OUHGH. WELL

i have a separate post where i talk about him and cheated and i go into a lot there, but YES SIR

physically i think he is probably one of the smallest (being the most insistent on it, rivaling little broken) but im not one of the people that believes them to be different birds; i think all of them but the narrator are crows.

the wings i give him are small and flighty, even for his stature. i dont think he is the way he is by choice. he tells the others and the princess (the wild) that he is small, and he feels his first bit of respite when she says he can be more than that. ive explained before how i think of all the voices as trauma responses, and his is one of the more obvious. Kill or be killed, as he says explicitly.

but of course he would want a break from all that; anyone would. his final words in the Moment of Clarity, "im ready to sleep" (or something of the sort) just shows that this poor guy needs his rest. He is also Always Right and i LOVE that in a character. the smelling everything? GOD. him being the only one to deny the mirror is SO GOOD. he would be the one to understand that our eyes can trick us, even above the skeptic!!!

but this is about headcanons not just why i like him (i could go on)

i like assigning things colors, and hunted got an almost highlighter teal (for his scales). it does not help him; it is another thing he can't change about himself, that he just has to live with. he is unfortunately very resigned to his role in the game of cat and mouse. i wish he could be there to experience one of the happier endings, where it isn't so much a life-or-death situation. love is just as much a part of survival as anything. i want him to be allowed to be alive.

i kind of think he likes the others a lot, especially the more competent ones. he understands the strengths of the ones that have gone through what he has. he may not be so open to those of the Knifeless routes (opp, conty, smitty).

Hero is one that i think he gets a long with a lot. Hero would want him to take it easy, and i kind of have him as a somewhat protective older brother figure to the little Hunted. being very supportive like "hey you kept us alive ^^ :D" and hunted being unable to take that compliment because. "Of course i did."

i kind of think of him as a little brother to some others too (stub, skippy) but Hero would be one to let him take a break, unlike the other two. (Imagine Stubborn trying to tell someone not to fight. yeah no)

I, and Hunted himself, think of him as very animalistic. instinctual. he will run himself into the dirt until the worms swallow him. there is no limit to his effort except death. in the route of the Beast, it is obvious that he doesn't let exhaustion stop him. anything for the sake of survival; there can be no rest.

im sure some Other Voices have some Things to say about that.

Stubb: yes very good. the only end is death and that isnt a problem for us.

Cheated: are you INSANE

ONTO CHEATED BECAUSE I CANT TALK ABOUT ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER

Cheated is a lot like Hunted, excluding the "kill or be killed" instinct. they both have the perseverance to continue fighting, but cheated has a different kind of patience. i think they'd understand and trust each other, in a way they usually cant with others, but in ways some others have amongst themselves. Cheated would see Hunted's unhealthy way of dealing with things and would probably be the most adamant on giving him a break. "he does the most for us so why doesn't he get to rest?" kinda thing.

but also i think cheated thinks hunted is pretty (because i like to think hunted is pretty bird)

uhgh anyway. i. think thats all i got

#stp #stp voices #its hunted loving hours #hunted my beloved #voice of the hunted

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