#he looks very round and soft and cozy comfy

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐒𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | There comes a period where most relationships fall stale, yet Eddie never thought it'd happen to him and you, in fact, maybe even worse. With an intimate date planned in the comfort of your home, Eddie hopes to coax whatever thoughts are troubling your mind.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing, crying, yelling, brief mention of drugs, mentions of financial insecurities, pregnancy, and discussions about abortions; open ended decision about the pregnancy, don't be alarmed, baby wanters/deniers :)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | This is, of course, my participation to @carolmunson's The Boy is Mine writing exercise! Rules can be found here, and you can check out everyone else's interpretation of my boyfriend here! I wasn't aware of any deadlines, so I sincerely apologize if this is coming too late, I just really wanted to be included, lol! <3

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.9K

Like clockwork, the small pebbles of the man-made driveway had clung to the soles of your shoes. 

There had been nothing innately special about the four concrete steps it took to reach home, but today—much like the last few—had you yearning for the time in which the four concrete steps it took to reach home actually filled you with contentment. 

Happiness. 

Though now, nothing but dread resides within you, as your steps stomp out the once embedded pebbles to clack against the concrete stairs. Because now, a simple look to his face would tighten your chest with the burdens of guilt, as your newfound routine of rejecting his loving advances had suddenly taken over the once usual intimate greeting of a kiss hello. But as complicated as the situation had been, the explanation was actually the most simple: you’d just ruined Eddie Munson’s life.

But that’s quite the funny thing about communication. It breeds an eternal misery far worse than hope ever could, when chosen to be ignored for the sake of a peaceful calm. Because that’s all you were grasping for. Clammy fingers aching to hold onto the last snapping threads of tranquility if it meant keeping the peaceful life you both worked so hard to achieve. But the battle of the tumultuous anxiety you were fighting off to hold onto those threads was ultimately transpiring for the worst.

Because in return, Eddie Munson was beginning to fear the worst: he’d finally become nothing to you. 

Which is why, in a desperate attempt to rekindle the spark he still very much felt on his end, you would walk into the cozy trailer to find your eyes lit with the warmth of technicolor shadows, all casted from the benignity of yellow lamps illuminating soft duvets and sheets of creamy pastels and fuzzy neutrals. A childhood’s finest: a blanket fort. Strung along the comfy fortification had been dozens of twinkling Christmas lights that cascaded warm glowing hues against the cramped four walls of your home. 

A wonderland of innocence. 

With the loose hinges of the door announcing your arrival, Eddie has scampered out of the delicate fort of blankets, and peaked through his frizzy bangs, until his round eyes landed against yours. With a stool there, that one chair there, a tight tuck into the couch cushion, and a broomstick that played into the laws of physics to surprisingly stand on its own, the mastery of the ultimate blanket fort consumed your living room. All curated from the hands of Eddie Munson. Just for you. 

“H-Hey,” his stiff bones popped with the movement of his body, as he stood before you. “I, uh, can I just-”

Eddie’s hands worked to pry off the purse that slung itself over your shoulder, with your jacket to follow, before he crouched to the height of your feet to free you of the confinements of uncomfortable shoes. 

“What’s all this?” Tired from a slaving eight hour shift, your voice had only but a couple of octaves to work with. 

You watched his throat bob with a nervousness he never had with you before. Until you scared him. “I wanted to do something for you.” See, I still love you. “Y’know, f-for us. Just for us.” Don’t you? Your heart sank at the underlying worry that was tainting his sweet face. Because of you. Because you were ruining him right before your eyes. “H-Henderson came over and helped me out a bit, stopped by the Byers, too. Stole these off of ‘em,” his hands wavered to the strings of Christmas lights that glowed the dark walls into a fairytale setting, “can you believe they got, like, a shit load of ‘em?” He huffed out a laugh, in hopes of being some source of amusement for you, like he once was.

But with your guilt silently afflicting you, you found little reason to smile, which misinterpreted itself to the cementation that you were, in fact, sick of Eddie Munson. Long gone was the look of love that once beautifully invaded your eyes when you stared at him. 

“You didn’t-” Your voice got caught in your throat, not wanting to ask the question that would proffer the conversation you most dreaded. But it was Eddie. Your Eddie. With a soul like his, he deserved the honesty of your burdens. “Why did you do this?” You quietly asked. 

Humorlessly, the softest chuckle of disbelief scoffed from his nose, as his brows raised at you. Yeah, you, too, knew it was a stupid question. “I- you- something’s wrong.” His eyes pleaded for you to understand. 

Your eyes shamefully peered down at his bare feet, as your head shuffled in the smallest nod you could give. “I- um, yeah. C-Can you invite me in?” You gestured to the blanket flap that acted as a doorway to the fort. 

“Of course.”

Despite being a moment of financial insecurity, where Eddie couldn’t lavish you with dinner at Enzo’s to hash out the sudden shift in your relationship, perhaps the sentimental idea of a blanket fort was found to be quite perfect under the guise of appeasing the apprehensive worry from both parties. Because as two adults crawled on their hands and knees to enter the constructed tent of blankets and sheets, Eddie swore he heard the soft jubilance of giggles gently escape from your mouth; a sound he tortuously hadn’t heard in days. 

Your face glowed under the vibrant hues of string lights, as your hands and knees sunk into the soft cushion of blankets that displayed themselves against the carpeted floor of the living room, where the second-hand thrifted couch pillows propped themselves for your comfort to lean against. Unplugged from its usual habitat of the living room television stand—thoroughly just a small end table, secured from a flea market—Eddie had placed the small box TV within your newfound fort; a tranquil excuse of a buffer, in case the necessary conversation turned sour, and something was needed as a break to mitigate the tense discussion. 

Eddie would always allow you your Golden Girls. It always was quite the destresser for you. So, he’d risk the higher-than-usual light bill and the potential fire hazard it was to run an extension cord to, not only plug in the TV, but provide you the serenity of colorful lights, if it eased you to just finally talk to him. 

“It worked.” You turned your head to his lilted voice, as you awkwardly stationed yourself criss-crossed on the floor. “You’re smiling.”

It felt quite awful how relieved he’d become with the barely-there smile you’d succumb to. You wished he hadn’t found such joy in something so small, because it only led you to believe you’d given him so little lately, that he was only forced to lavish in the bare minimum. 

If only your mind hadn’t manipulated his happiness to be rooted in such cynicism. Because, yes, Eddie Munson did find such joy in the simpleness of your small smile. But Eddie had profoundly loved you enough to find appreciation in the most miniscule details of your beauty. 

Because what you hadn’t seen was that your barely-there smile had bloomed the suppleness of your cheeks to glow with the joy your mind so badly suppressed from you, as your eyes twinkled with the liveliness of your soul.

To you, it really may have just been a barely-there smile.

But your barely-there smile had been utter perfection in the eyes of Eddie Munson. 

“T-This is really nice, Eddie.” You sincerely spoke, as he found himself a cramped spot in front of you, lanky legs struggling to mimic yours. “Thank you.”

“You don’t gotta thank me.” He softly smiled back. “It’s been a while since I’ve done something nice for you.” Eddie Munson always did nice things for you. You don’t know where his admission came from. Yes, bills took over fancy outings, but wildflowers were picked in a bouquet of appreciation for you, home cooked dinners were attentively attempted to be served for you (he was slowly getting better by the days), and sentimental songs were delicately strung on his guitar to the lyrics dedicated for you. Yeah, Eddie Munson always did nice things for you. “I’m really sorry about that.” But his cynicism couldn’t help but match yours, where his mind believed that his love had to be showcased where it hurt his wallet the most. 

“Don’t say that. Don’t be sorry, please.” Your hands interlaced with his, as guilt ate at you. “Please, don’t- I- you’ve done nothing wrong.” Your mouth spewed in damage control. “Really, Eddie-”

“No?” His brows cinched in desperation for answers.

“N-No,” You stuttered under his scrutiny, as your hands brushed away from his to shield your eyes from the frustration that fermented in you. “It really isn’t- you didn’t do anyth-”

“Then what the hell is going on?” He pleaded. Eddie didn’t want to yell, never to face like yours, but the agony of being left in the dark was driving him to the precipice of exasperated resentment that he adamantly never wanted to feel towards you. Your mind raced about how you’d explain the turmoil you were in. His urgency had been lackluster in terms of support to your heaving chest, but you couldn’t blame him. He, too, was beginning to feel the crashing end of your relationship. He was frightened. “B-Because you’re never like this- never mean! And you-you’re not talking to me, n-not touching me, not even wanting me near you! I-I’m sorry, but I just can’t believe you when you say it’s not me, because it clearly is!” 

You could see the stinging tears torment his sweet eyes. It choked your throat, nearly having you projectile your breakfast in disgust with yourself. “N-No, it’s not-”

Rude, perhaps, but Eddie's endeavor to cut you off had been quite useful in derailing your rambles that typically ran in circles for the sake of avoidance. He knew you. “Then just tell me! O-Or, give me, I don’t know, some idea of what’s going on, b-because this isn’t okay-”

“I know-”

A single tear seared his cheek. “So, if you don’t want to be with me, just say that! I’ll change!” You broke. Sobs wailed from your mouth, as your head sunk into the comfort of your hands. Eddie’s jaw had fallen slack in panic, as he never once saw you cry—let alone was the reason—with such anguish that it stabbed him with such profoundness. His hands worked without hesitation to bring your shuddering body close to his. “No, no! I-I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” Secured in his lap, Eddie’s neck became dampened with the hot stream of tears that were coaxing out of your. “Sh, sh. Don’t cry, please, don’t, I’m so, so sor-”

“I’m pregnant.”

Where he once caressed your back in soothing rubs, he now stopped at the sudden revelation, as your eyes screwed shut with fear. He felt you tense, in fact, you both did. Stood still, you held your breath, feeling the bob of his throat, as you anticipated the next words that would come out of his mouth. 

You severely underestimated the duration of fifteen seconds. 

Because every second of silence felt like torture to your heart, and Eddie was agonizing you with his quietness. Your heartbeat was bleeding into your ears, body flamming hot with intense feelings, as you tried to find comfort in his hard body, but his arms weren’t holding you in the manner you needed most. 

You pulled back. “God, Eddie, just say something!” Your wails had managed to snap something within him. 

His eyes blinked straight, mouth moving to speak the words he had difficulty finding. Eddie’s hands instinctively found your back once more, loving on you properly, as your body was finally able to melt into his. He cradled your head, attempting the slight movements of rocking back-and-forth to soothe your sobs. “I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything that’s happening!”

“No, no, no, no. I-It’s gonna be okay, alright? It’s not your fault- holy shit…” Eddie whispered into your hair. 

“A-And I-I don't know how it h-happened,” your anguished face pulled from his chest, as you sniffed the snot that congested your nose, while Eddie made quick work to smear off your hot tears. “I-I didn’t know how t-to tell you, I got so scared, I am scared!”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.”

You coughed out the weeps that burrowed in your throat. “I didn’t want this to happen!” You choked. “I- we were safe, I-I don’t know what happened! I’m so sorry, I didn’t- I don’t want to stress you out-”

“No, baby, no.” His face fell in torment of seeing you in such despair. 

“I just- I didn’t know how to tell you, Eddie.” You cried. “I know you don’t want t-this, and I panicked, because I don’t want you m-mad or-”

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not mad at you.” His hand firmly cupped your burning cheeks, as his head confirmed his words with a fervent shake against your thoughts. “I- how could I be? I did this, too. I’m right here with you.”

“We-we just have a lot going on, I don't know what we’re going to do! A-And I just don’t even want to think about it!” Your body wracked with your spilling tears. 

“We- no, baby, we have options, y’know? If we’re not ready, we don’t have to do this. There’s, um, there’s adoption, right? Someone- we could help someone.” You shook your head adversely to his advice, as your words were true: you didn’t want to think about it. “O-Or, they- we can, y’know, get rid of it.” For lack of a better term. Your eyes sealed shut, head gnawing with pain. “You can totally do that, it’s okay, we don’t have to tell anybody if you don’t want to, just between us, and-”

Despite his best efforts, his words were doing little to soothe you over, as—though it was the necessary discussion—you weren’t looking for next-step solutions to your problem. “Eddie.” You quietly pleaded. 

“No, I’m serious. Don’t feel bad if you don’t want it. Or, maybe you do, a-and that’s okay, too. I’ll help, I’ll do everything. We can… c’mon, sweetheart, you know I wouldn’t leave you alone with this baby if you really wanted it-”

“Stop, Eddie! Please, stop!” You cried. “I don’t want to hear that, don’t want to think about it!” Your vision blurred away his pretty face. “I-I can’t right now! It’s all I-I’ve been thinking about for the past days, I’m t-tired, and just wanna-”

“Okay, so just cry.” His arms had tightened around you before you could process his movements. “Just let it all out.” Eddie had laid you down against the cushioned floor, letting your head fall back against the crocheted throw pillow threaded by his late grandmother, with its couple of loose strands of yarn soaking up your tears. 

Eddie Munson, as always, had laid with you, yet he never felt how utterly desperate you were in needing him than he did right now. You endured the humid heat of your cries in the crook of his neck, if it meant embedding yourself into his body. 

Just to feel him. 

With how much you deprived yourself from his touch, it felt dire to suffocate in the familiarity of his smell to drown in contentment. 

You grappled onto any piece of skin he had to offer through his faded t-shirt, as you frightfully clung to him. Your tears bled through the fabric of his clothes, as he gave you nothing but the safe embrace of his being that managed to make you break down in his arms. 

It was everything you needed. 

-

It was 7:03 P.M. Your sobs had knocked you into a deep sleep, where your mind was finally at ease from the troubles that tormented you. 

And Eddie Munson hadn’t taken his eyes off of you for exactly seventy-two minutes. 

You looked so peaceful, despite the rawness that rimmed your eye sockets. For once, the fresh air was able to seep into your nose, and fan out through the small opening of your mouth. Your face had cemented itself into Eddie’s chest, and from every chance he took to make slight movements for his comfort, it seemed your subconscious wasn’t ever planning on letting you leave his touch. So, despite the unfortunate circumstance, his mind was able to come to the realization that you did, in fact, still love him. 

Because you desperately were in love with Eddie Munson. Things had just gotten scary.

It was getting late. Dinner should have been happening now, and given how long Eddie took to dice an onion, he knew dinner would take nearly an hour and a half to make—it was blanket fort date night, for crying out loud, he couldn’t do the usual spaghetti. It had to be gourmet. Like, lasagna. 

Yeah, spaghetti’s older cousin, that’s totally gourmet! But now, wait a minute, how does one exactly make la-

You suddenly shifted, and Eddie quieted his thoughts, despite them never even being spoken aloud. If he knew anything about you, it was your ardent stance on never eating dinner without television. And with episode twenty-three of season four of your four favorite ladies airing at 9:00 P.M, it seemed your subconscious knew, too, to wake you up for the occasion. 

You freak. 

Through the soft murmurs of your waking, Eddie could hear the rumble of your tummy. You had been in a rush this morning, but even then, you promised him to never again consider a vending machine’s pack of peanut M&Ms lunch. Clearly, you did today. Liar. 

Because of his quick movements to get up, his aimed forehead kiss misdirected to your eyeball, forcing it to flutter open much earlier than you wanted. You groaned at his departure, watching him quickly crawl away through your bleary vision.

Despite your head feeling like thirty pounds of cement, and the suffocating heat the blanket fort was harboring, the commotion that occurred just outside within the kitchen interested you enough to slowly sit up against your sore back’s protest. 

After a minute of his bare feet pattering against the linoleum, Eddie’s head emerged into the blanket fort. “Here, grab this.” His arm extended out the overly large latched-lid mason jar—once occupied by honey, before it inevitably ran out a year ago—filled to the brim with iced water, and garnished with the two recycled straws from a once Benny’s Burgers milkshake. Your little face scrunched with tired confusion. “I ran out of, like, nice cups. This okay?” 

Ran out? Eddie just didn’t want to do the dishes. You huffed out a chuckle, “Yeah.” Your hands grappled to hold onto the cold jar, its condensation drenching your fingers. 

“And I- ugh.” He grunted, as his large body entered the tiny space. “Got some, uh, other things.” His prized notebook flew in with intentions of being used later. Perhaps for the excuse of giving him something to do, while you watched The Golden Girls. He wasn’t fooling anyone, though, he always eventually succumbed to the TV show, despite how cool he wanted to look.

“Why do you have that?” You tiredly giggled, as he settled in with a tub of vanilla frosting—Wayne’s fifty-second occurred three weeks ago, of course, you both had to make a cake… even if the older man grimaced with a faux mm to, at least, satisfy your efforts—and two spoons. The small ones, Eddie was quite aware of your love for tiny utensils. 

“Well, I, uh, I know it’s no better than those M&Ms you ate for lunch.” Caught. Your lips flattened into a straight line. “Yeah, caught your ass,” he laughed, “but I’ll give you a pass, since I put a baby in you.” And he laughed even harder at your unamused face. “Actually, no, I take that back, I need you to actually feed my kid, because what baby ever looked cute while looking like they’re on a keto diet?”

You didn’t want to laugh, damn it. “Eddie!” You whined. But his humor was surely putting a suppressed smile on your face, which totally would have shown if it wasn’t for your stubbornness. 

“Alright, alright, but I do know pregnant ladies like random shit, hell, I like random shit, so until dinner’s ready… bon appétit!” The French heritage he didn’t have came out with a horrible accent. “It’ll make you happy, right?”

Sugar in a tube, how could it not?

“I don’t know… kinda makes me teeth hurt-”

“Oh, my god, woman, you’re killing me!” His dramatic flair sent him falling back. 

There was your sweet laughter. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” You giggled with liveliness. “Thank you, thank you for the food… ish.”

You pried open the container lid, as Eddie handed you a spoon to down mouthfuls of whipped sweetness. There was a quietness to the moment that you didn’t want to disturb. 

The creaminess of frosting, as it scooped; the clink of silver from the spoon clashing with your teeth; the melodic swirl of ice cubes floating in the water; the soft squeak of your lips sucking through the straw to retrieve the refreshment. 

It was all too perfect.

Eddie’s hand had brandished your ankle, twiddling with your sock, as his eyes never left your figure. You could feel his eyes burning into you, waiting for the moment you’d speak about the situation. But it wasn’t coming like he hoped. You quite hated how those who never knew him could brand him with that trait of immaturity, when really it was you picking at a container of frosting to avoid communication. 

“So-”

“Do we have any Doritos left?” You interjected. 

Eddie blinked. “Uh… no, don’t think so. Think I took the last bag to practice.”

You dramatically frowned at him, as he softly chuckled at your exaggerated disdain. “Want some with the frosting.” You muttered, clearly unbothered by his grimace, as you scooped another spoonful into your mouth. 

“Christ, you really are pregnant.” Eddie Munson had you heartily laughing. 

“No, I used to do that way before I was pregnant, when I was a kid.” You defended. 

Eddie playful scoffed. “And I’m the one who got bullied when I was a kid.” His hand splayed over his chest.

“The sweetness goes really well with the savoriness!” You proclaimed. “Plus, you know Doritos have, like, a little tang, especially if they’re seasoned well, so it balances it out perfectly!” Quite the defense you had there. 

“And you like that?” What a big bully. You giggled at his face of disbelief.

“I don’t want to hear any of this, it’s your child inside me, God knows they’ll probably make me eat even weirder things!”

Humor. Eddie Munson clocked it. You were only going to get through this with humor. “No, no, I’m making this kid normal, it’s your Doritos-dipped-in-frosting genes that are gonna wonk ‘em up!”  

“No, I’m not!” Laughter flooded your mouth that dropped in disbelief, and suddenly you were flinging your spoon to traject whatever bit of frosting that was left to hit him. “You’re just as weird as me, if not, even more!” Eddie’s stomach was cramping at your utter offense, as he scraped off the white cream from his face, only to eat it. 

“Okay, well, listen if that’s the case, then can I show you something weird?” He proffered a shy smile. “But I’m already telling you now it’s weird, so you can’t be weird about being weirded out just because you find what I’m about to show you to be too weird. Alright? No weird comments.”

You snickered. “That was a lot of ‘weirds.’” Eddie raised a pointed brow at you. “Okay, I promise I won’t be weird, show me.”

With your promise, Eddie had reached to grab his small notebook, and maneuvered his way to sit himself right beside you; knees knocking and all with how close he wanted to be.

The pages had bulked up between the binding with just how much his pens and pencils engraved into the paper. You watched him flip through sketches and lyrics, a plethora of campaign ideas, even an old math equation here and there from when he attended school, and decided to actually pay attention, only to realize calculus could be fun if he just understood it. 

When it came to a particular page, dated on the fifteenth of seven months ago, Eddie had come to a halt, and your eyes inevitably landed on the detailed sketch of a sleeping figure that looked oddly like you (not oddly, two years in his presence was like being the muse for Johannes Vermeer).

“Um, I, uh- I mean, of course, my number one choice for a name is Ozzy.” He awkwardly laughed, as his finger fidgeted with the page, where your eyes were finally able to analyze the random scribble of names that blended aside the doodles of dark wizards. 

“Ozzy? You thought of names?” You incredulously peered up at him. 

Eddie laughed. “Before, b-before this whole thing happened, if that even makes it any less, uh, weird.” It was quite evident his sudden shyness was forcing him to stumble over his words. “Y-Y’know, just like one of those mindless things you think about when you’re, um, like, bored. And, w-well, really this is actually your fault, because you fell asleep on me,” his finger reverted back to the sketch of yourself, “so, really it was like you were forcing me to come up with these names, since I had nothing to do.” 

“And, of course, you landed on Ozzy.” You giggled, as your head dropped to his shoulder. 

“Well, duh, what Ozzy isn’t cool? Like Ozzy Osbourne, and… y’know… that other famous Ozzy from… history- but don’t worry about that! Just think about how perfect it’ll be when this kid becomes a rockstar like his old man,” Eddie proudly pointed to himself, “and they already got a metal name like Ozzy!”

Eddie Munson never failed to make you laugh. “Okay, but, like, what if this kid doesn’t want to be a rockstar? And y’know, now we’re the ones responsible for putting an Ozzy into the, I don’t know, medical field. Would you really trust a Dr. Ozzy to do your colonoscopy?” 

He pondered for a second. “Boom!” His fingers snapped. “Okay, we’ll do Oswald! If I can make Edward work, this kid can make Oswald work!” He protested. 

“Oh, great, just like Oswald Mosley.” Your eyes playfully rolled. 

“Yeah, see! A cool Ozzy!”

You laughed. “Eddie, I’m, like, a hundred percent certain that dude was some British fascist.”

“Shit, okay, well, scratch Oswald; Oswald sucks. We’re going back to Ozzy; Ozzy’s cool.” Christ, he was too perfect to handle. 

Your cheek squished against his shoulder, as you looked up to smile at him. “And if she’s a little girl?” 

Eddie beamed, coming down to plant his lips to yours. “I got that basis covered, too, babe.” You looked to where his finger was repeatedly tapping, and squinted your eyes to ready his barely eligible chicken scratch. 

“Ar… Arwen Munson.” You eyed him suspiciously. “What Arwen have you met that’s got you wanting to name our future child that?”

He chuckled. “From Lord of the Rings.” And he chuckled even more witnessing your dramatic eye roll, because how predictable! “But not just Munson, I got your last name down with it, too, if you’re more into that. Totally with that feminist shit, if you want me and the gremlins taking your last name.” 

“Oh, yeah?” You preened. 

“Mhm!” He smiled. “Could definitely hyphenate, but imagine the curveball the county clerk would get when they realize I’m changing my last name to yours. Think your folks would be okay with me becoming one of them?” 

Despite the fervent shake of your head, your smile never disappeared. “They’ll probably hate you for getting me pregnant before marriage.” 

Eddie snorted. “Ha! Our kid’s a bastard. Even I wasn’t. Jesus H. Christ, we’re really screwing him up.” 

“Him?”

“Ah, shit, just kinda came out as the default, maybe I’m not with that feminist shit as much as I thought.”

Eddie Munson was always one to make your cheeks hurt with how much he made you smile. “You’re so stupid.” You giggled, as he winked at you. 

You fell back against the pillows, as Eddie followed suit. Looking up was quite pretty. No matter how cramped or hot it was becoming in the blanket fort, the bleeding of twinkling colors made it all bearable. 

Like a little world just for him and you. 

You breathed heavily for a second, your hand linking with his. “Do you really want babies?” 

You heard his prolonged sigh. “I don’t know.” His eyes absentmindedly counted the individual bulbs of Christmas lights. “Don’t really like that white-picket-fence bullshit-”

“Prefer the trailer park chain fence?”

“Shut up.” He quietly laughed. “But, uh, I don’t know, I kinda like the idea of some little thing looking like you.” His hand squeezed yours. 

Heat flooded your cheeks, as your heart pattered with anticipation. “Even if it cries and poops all the time?”

“Hell, you and I already do that all the time now, think we can manage a third.” Then he paused. “But… I also kinda like just having you to myself, too. Just you and me holding down the fort.” He felt quite proud of irony.

Giggles were bubbling in your chest, before you took a minute to rationally think. “Eddie.”

“Yeah?” He whispered. 

“We were barely able to pay our light bill this month.”

“And we’re shit cooks.” He added.

“And our home smells like weed.”

“And you like to eat Doritos dipped in frosting.”

You both finally turned to one another, as his eyes met yours, where you laughed through the glassy tears that were flooding your eyes. “Having a baby sounds really scary-” Your voice broke like the little girl you suddenly felt like you were. Your soft cries were wiped by Eddie’s chest, as his arms protected you. “B-But getting rid of it a-also seems scary.”

His lips brushed against your cheeks in gentle shushes, as his whispers of, “I know, I know, I know,” bled into your ear. 

Twenty and twenty-two with ambitions that ran higher than the sky. And yes, perhaps grueling shifts at Joe’s Auto Repair or long hours at B. Dalton Bookseller weren’t exactly the desired dream, but they were stepping stones to the fruition of your aspirations. 

A little mini Munson wasn’t exactly going to fit in as easily as the housewives of Hawkins, Indiana made it out to be. Not in a trailer. Not in your life. 

“I just- I just don’t want to regret my decision. I don’t want to be selfish.” Your body shuddered into his body. 

His hand caressed your hair, as you felt his head shake to reject your thoughts. “Aw, no, baby, c’mon don’t be like that.” His lips soaked in your salty tears with his delicate kisses. “That’s not even true. Nothing you decide to do will be selfish.”

“No, but it is! W-What if I do what them, b-but money becomes an issue, it a-already is! They won’t have g-good clothes, a nice crib, not even their own room-”

“So, I’ll pick up more shifts at the shop, baby-”

You bore into his eyes. “But I want you to be happy, Eddie.”

Two years ago, when you both were still roaming the halls of Hawkins High, Eddie Munson had vowed to stick by your side through it all. High off of weed or not, the promise was real, cemented into his heart, and devoted to keep up with. 

Eddie whispered against your lips. “Being with you is what makes me happy.”

“But you deserve a life outside of this trailer.” Your hand crept to his cheek. “And anything I decide seems to not make me a good person. I just want to be a good person.” You sniffled. “If I have the baby now, it’ll be for my own selfish reasons of just wanting them. If I don’t, I’ll be for my own selfish reasons of not wanting to give up my life.” 

Eddie didn’t even mind you coughing in his face. “Y-You were right before, we could, y’know, help a couple out, but the pregnancy- I-I want my body, I don’t want to change, not if I don’t get to keep them. And even if I do, w-what if I take my baby home only to not feel anything for them like a mother should? Then what?”

Eddie sighed, as his thumb swept under your eye. “I don’t know why you’re making those things out to be a bad thing.” Your brows furrowed. “This is between us, and only us. Not a goddamn person in this world deserves to know what we know, and they sure as hell don’t get a say in it.” His eyes blinked down the soft tears that invaded his face. And he graced it with a smile on his face. “You wanna baby, I’ll get Claudia to give us all of Henderson’s baby shit, lord knows that poor woman still hoards it.” You giggled through your congestion. “And if you don’t wanna baby, I’ll hold your hand for as long as the doctors will let me, and hell, I’ll take you to Vegas the next day to party your heart out.”

Laughing as the tears poured down both your faces, you crept in closer to smush your nose against his to glue your lips together. 

Despite the salty taste invading your tongue, you devoured his mouth with the fervency of your love. 

A sorry for the lack of communication; a thank you for being the greatest person ever. 

With your teeth sinking into his lips, Eddie begrudgingly had to be an adult. “Fuck, if you don’t stop, we’re gonna cotinue having the same problem of you getting pregnant.” Even in the scariest of times, your Eddie was able to dissipate the fear in your heart, only to consume it with utter awe at the man before you. Your foreheads stuck together, as his hand circled your back, before whispering close. “Do you, and only you, have any idea as to what you wanna do?” He kissed his support to your lips. 

You sighed. 

You found out you were pregnant one week and three days ago. In fact, the four sticks—excessive, yes—continued to remain in your purse for Eddie’s own peace to never discover. As much as you could go back-and-forth in logistics and dreams, there was always the truth of what you wanted for you and Eddie that seemed to circle back whenever you decided to give your mind a rest. 

It was always there, just hidden in the tangle of overthinking burdens. Eddie Munson would never let that be a bad thing, he quite liked your mind very much. 

So, you wouldn’t let it be a bad thing. 

You could hear his voice already, “It just means you’re thorough. I, sure as hell, am not.” 

You delicately smiled, as you peered into his eyes. “Yeah.”

And Eddie was there to smile right back at you. “And how do you want me to help?”

“I don’t want your help. I just want you there with me through it all.” 

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you

[llamagirl28]

Honestly, I would love to hear more about the ROs that haven’t appeared yet.

Of course! Under the cut, cause it's getting long

Nimue appeared briefly in chapter 2 but I'm going to include her here anywhere. So, as you may know, she's Merlin's daughter - and only child - as well as his apprentice. Her mother is a High Priest in Avalon, and Nimue herself will admit to missing Avalon terribly - yet she chose to become Merlin's apprentice. She keeps a curious eye on Mordred (watching their career with interest so to say 👀).

She loves long walks in the woods, loves to be by water and enjoys swimming. She's a good cook. Out of everyone in Camelot she's closest with Gawain. She's very fond of cats (I may actually give her a kitty in game). She has a beautiful singing voice, and often hums to herself while working.

She hates the cold. She's always bundled up in winter. Her favorite colors are those shades ranging from green-blue. She loves reading, and Gawain is all too happy to provide her with suggestions. She keeps a lot to herself. Has a penchant for eavesdropping 👀 and generally at parties you can find her roaming the room, observing people. She's a very skilled sorcerer, and also an adept of the Lady of the Lake. Her outfits consist a lot of stays over chemises with petticoats and overskirts, kirtles over chemises. And belts with pockets to carry stuff.

Elaine is the youngest child of the Astolat Ducal family. Has always been very sporty/outdoorsy and would spend hours playing outside and watching the knights play. She befriended a dragon, Felix, around her age, bonding over their shared love for flying, sports and nature, and they'd often joked about becoming knights. She's a light weight when it comes to alcohol. She loves showing off her muscles. Has always been intrigued by dragons' culture and history.

About Sophie, I actually did some changes to her backstory! Interesting ones. She had a brother before too - tho he was younger. Now it's her twin brother, Magnus! He's still the one preferred for the throne, despite her being first born by a couple minutes. The Council of Nobles (who are the ones actually in power, behind the scenes) in her kingdom don't want her as Monarch because she's actually really interested in taking an active role in leading, uncovering their corruption and making all sorts of changes - including perhaps an attempt at democracy 👀

She loves dogs - and got a dog of her own when she moved to Camelot to become a knight. Elaine uses she/her (doesn't bother her/doesn't really care) but she's not comfortable being considered a woman - or a man. Loves bread and pastry. It's just so good. Wears pants with tunics/shirts/jerkins/doublets in either soft, pastel colors (like violet, blue, yellow, mint) or simple browns. Goes for comfy, cozy, practical clothes but does like to dress up in elaborately embroidered doublets and shirts for special events.

She's always been very studious and diligent, becoming intrigued by different topics and subjects. Has random knowledge on all sorts of things as a result. She can wield a dagger well enough. She loves wearing flowing dresses in all sorts of pastel and soft colors - her favorite color in pink. She loves flowers and plants. Has a sweet tooth. She also draws very beautifully.

Agravain is a fellow knight who joins the Round Table after Mordred. They're the bastard of some Camelotian noble, whose mother is a servant at his castle. Their father has always resented them and they've been badly treated by him, his wife, and their oldest child. Agravain actually looks up a lot to Morgana - and wishes to befriend Mordred. They feel they have a lot in common, that they're kindred spirits - very much "us against the world". Mordred's relationships with them will have a big impact on Agravain.

They're sweet and earnest, and sort of bashful, though they can get very snappish and irritable and angry in certain situations. They get easily jealous (not just in romantic relationships, but friendships too). They're afraid Mordred - or anyone else they become close to - might abandon them. Has worked very hard to become a Knight of the Round Table. They have a passion for sewing and love designing and making their own clothes. Thinks cloaks are very cool.

Isac is a sorcerer, and son of the so called Rebel Queen. The bloodline of sorcerer he's a part of originates from the Deer King himself, and their affinity is for plant manipulation. Which you bet comes in handy for robbing people on highways that go through the forest, and protecting their castle which is also found within the woods. He's very easy going and a shameless flirt who will shoot his shot with Mordred - but backs down the moment you refuse/aren't interested in his flirting. He loves deep, lush colors, low v-neck shirts, wearing lots of rings and walks in the deep parts of the woods. His favorite hanging spots are some abandoned Deer King Temples. Has a streak for mischief. His childhood best friend is a dragon. There's one cousin close to him in age that he's also closest to, whom he loves to (affectionately) annoy.

#the bastard of camelot #Boc ros #Nimue #Sophie #Elaine #Isac #Agravain

[a-random-pillow]

When the Heating System Breaks

Despite Shinra being a muilt billion dollar business the heating system for the SOLDER floor breaks on what just so happens that to be the coldest day of the year.

Lazard is the first person to really feel the chill since he is not enhanced. Only compounded by the fact that his office has window that isn’t making his situation any warmer. On top of that he didn’t bother to bring a coat today because he toke the completely underground and completely insulated subway.

Angeal can hear the director’s teeth chattering as he walks by and his office, enchanced hearing you know. So Angeal peaks in (Angeal is still in a sleeveless top) and sees Lazard trying to work while freezing. Angeal is a good, honourable person who would not let another go cold if he can help it. So Angeal goes back to his room and gets is warmest sweat shirt and brings it to Lazard.

Lazard knowing Angeal is a good person who probably dosen’t haven any alt tier motives, accepts.

For a few hours, everything is fine, until the SOIlDERS start feeling the chill. Zack, remembering cold winters cuddled up with his family and their dogs during in front of the fire place descides the best course of action is to drag the blankets off as many beds as he can find and then bring all those blankets to the break room. The break room has no fire place but it dose have a bunch of comfy couches(thank Lazard for those).

The first one to join Zack in the break room is Genesis who came looking for his blankets. He storms in all angery and literally sparking, Zack realizes he has found his fire place. Thanks to some combat, a lot of negotiation and a promise to let Genesis play his audio copy of Loveless: Read by the Broadway cast, Zack convinces Genesis to stick around.

When Rouche sees this paradise in the break room he decides in that moment to dedicate the next 30 minutes of his life to run around the 1-2 solider floors to get as many people safe and warm as possible. Most people who come join the break room nest bring their own blankets and pillows, soon the whole room has been consumed by soft, warm and cuddly things.

When Angeal walks in to see this, he smiles and goes to make his famous hot chocolate.

Sephiroth had a similar idea but only with Genesis, Angeal and Zack instead of everyone but he can’t find them. So he is kinda sad when he goes to round them up, pillow and a bunch of his sweaters in hand and all of them being nowhere on sight or seemingly anywhere in their floor. In fact, no one seems to be anywhere in the SOILDER floors which is worrying. But thankfully he hears the sound of chatter and Loveless like a call form a Siren and finds the break room.

When Sephiroth joins in be isn’t really comfortable being so near so many people, so he carves out a small nook for himself in the corner of the room with only Genesis, Zack and Angeal allowed in. (Sephiroth gives Gen,Angl and Zack all one of his hoodies because he read on the web that hoodies form male friends are extremely warm and cozy. Especially if they come form a tall male friend)

Zack very dramatically declares that he needs to go find Cloud and dramatically opens the door, pretends to be buffered by winds before slowly walking into the hall.

The infantry still has heating but that doesn’t stop Zack form grabbing Cloud and dragging him back to the break room with him. Cloud realizes he is stuck here and join’s Sephiroth’s quite corner.

Angeal remebers Lazard an un-enhanced person who might me dead because of the cold(there was no chance of Lazard dying). When Angeal shows up Lazard is napping and Angeal thinks he might be dead and because Lazard is the only director SOILDER universally likes he kinda panics. Angeal picks him up which wakes up Lazard.

L: What are you doing?!?

A: Saving you! Good to see you are alive

L: why won’t I be?

A: you nearly froze to death??

L: I did not

A: …

L: can you just pick up my laptop before you drag me off to where ever you are planning to take me?

Angeal comes back with Lazard who he then wraps and blankets, gives hot chocolate and places in the middle of the SOILDERs. Lazard just roles with it and continues his work.

Later Rufus comes looking for Lazard because he thinks his secret brother might enjoy working in a warm office rather then this cold hell. He looks around and is rather concerned to see no one on the Soilder floor so he calls the Turks.

It takes five minutes to find the break room, Reno manages to take a few photos before he is noticed and chased out. Ten minutes later the heat returns and they all clean up the break room before heading back to their rooms. Expect for Cloud, Genesis, Angeal and Zack who Sephiroth brings to his room to order take out.

TEMPERATURE TEST: SUCESS

It appeared that the the failure of the heating system caused the Soilders to pool their resources and make a Base of operations within the break room. They used specific skills like Commander Rhpadous’e fire materia control to heat the room. They defended the base form any attacks and even brought in non-SOILDERS for support. Genral Sephiroth even joined although he allows Fair to take the lead, clearly a form of training.

Notes:

Vice President Shinra:

Before you do this again alert me, it would have been nice to develop better relationships with Director Lazard.

Turk Reno:

Lovely to see. they were like Owls. Like to see this again.

Professor Hojo:

I will ensure Sephiroth is not in the building next time this happens. Gifting iteams of clothing is a sigh of developing relationships. Also I demand somone get me somone of Commander Hewley’s hot chocolate.

Lazard looks up form the PDA he ‘borrowed’ form President Shinra’s desk. He wonders if he could kill them all the with poisoned hot chocolate.

#ff14 #crisis core #lazard deusericus #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #rufus shinra

[hungergamesheadcanons]

Capitol Living Quarters For Victors We Know And Love:

In my head the Victors get allocated blank space apartments on the floor of their district in the Tribute Centre for when they 'need' to be in the Capitol, whether for The Games or for clients. Maybe these rooms get memorialised after their deaths, maybe they get scrapped and left for the next victor, you decide. Here are some headcanons on their rooms.

Mags Flanagan:

Simple and clean, reminiscent of home if slightly on the more luxurious side. Gravitates towards blues and whites, as it reminds her of the ocean. Usually has a scared tribute sleeping in here at least once a year, so it's very cosy and calming.

Finnick Odair:

So I couldn't actually find a reference I was 100% happy with but this is the closest I could get. To me Finnick's room is full of reminders of home - seashell strings on the wall his sisters made, driftwood tables and stuff like that. I also think it's full of things that catch his eye - whether because it's almost impossible soft or kind of quirky, and even though it's kind of eclectic, the room is full of pale blues and soft yellows. I also like to think that he has a lot of art on his walls to remind him of the sea - most people get homesick but Finnick gets seasick.

Johanna Mason:

So I reckon Johanna fully started this room expecting to lean fully into the District 7 aesthetic, but when her family was killed she tapped out and the Capitol designers were left to fill in the blanks. Consequently her room is like a mix of too much yet not enough home, and she despises the place. If she had to pick between being in this room or at home though, she'd always pick this room. Home has too many ghosts for Johanna.

Haymitch Abernathy:

Haymitch's room is a mess, for sure. Littered with beer bottles and other booze whenever he's in it, but when he leaves it's always magically cleaned and smelling like citrus when he returns. It's filled with all sorts of cheap tat - most of it makeshift gifts received from the tributes he knowingly sent to their deaths as they knew they wouldn't be getting out alive. Those are the only things in that room he consistently dusts. He has a cactus too. That thing should be dead by now but it isn't. Maybe the cleaners water it.

Bonus round!

Katniss Everdeen:

Katniss designing a bedroom? She would have scoffed and said no, leaving the Capitol (and probably Cinna) to sort it out in her stead. It wouldn't have been bad - it wouldn't have been her safe space sure, but to Katniss a room is a room. As long as she's got a bed, she doesn't care.

Peeta Mellark:

Peeta's on the other hand would be simple but cozy. Let's be real, any tributes after them would probably gravitate towards Peeta if they were scared or struggling, as he's easily the most sensitive and comforting of the gang. So Peeta's room would be full of soft, squishy surfaces and blankets for when sniffling children knock on his door in the middle of the night, along with warm fairy lights and big windows.

Lucy Gray Baird:

Didn't expect to see her here, did ya? Colourful, chaotic, and more than a little jarring to the eye, Lucy Gray's room would have been almost painful to look at. Everything in it has meaning, though, and don't you dare tell her to change anything if you don't wanna get sassed.

Effie Trinket:

Hyper-feminine and rather stylish, Effie's Escort room would be the height of luxury befitting her station. Very comfortable, and slightly impractical in some instances but what does that matter when you have an aesthetic to maintain.

Coriolanus Snow:

Stuck in the past. Nasty, horrible man. Ugh. enjoy your room of designer sadness sir.

Primrose Everdeen:

Were Prim to ever have a Capitol bedroom, it would be full of pastel shades and jewel tones, comfy and cosy. Lots of cute decor and plants - she'd love watering them all. Probably lots of big pillows for buttercup to snooze on.

#the hunger games #the hunger games headcanons #mags flanagan #finnick odair #johanna mason #haymitch abernathy #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #lucy gray baird #effie trinket #coriolanus snow #primrose everdeen

[bitchfitch]

idk, it's probably bc I'm in my comfy cozy era, but Maelgwn and all the other Orawol have insanely dense and water repellent under coats that are like, a Good few inches thick because they are evolved to purposefully break sea ice to hunt seals and walruses and other large arctic marine critters. They spend a good amount of their time under water in a part of the world where it snows year round.

they also have a distinct culture of favoring Big individuals, which has lead to their more wirey over coats to be insano log even if it's not as dense as their under coat so that it sticking up through that dense ass under coat adds a few inches to their height and girth. they do also molt out their coats every year and all of these factors combined prolly means there's like. a legit Orawol fiber trade. Dense Soft fibers that Don't hold water, and that are extremely durable + a different batch of long staple fibers thatre ultra strong water proof and slash resistant? No hunting needed? usually in Great shape and already clean and ready to card bc the critter you're getting it from is an entire person from a culture where good hygiene and rigorous grooming is valued?

That shit probably sells like Gold. and it's not like the orawol need half as much as they produce just naturally so it prolly a whole Thing that they trade their molts and come back the next year for their share of what was made with it before handing in the next.

and the specific reason I'm thinking on this is bc like. Imagine youre a trader freezing your ass off waiting for your companions to finish getting this years supply of fiber oaded onto the sleds. and you've Seen the chief of this pack of beasts that make polar bears look small from a distance before, but you've never directly interacted with him because you're a few tiers down the food chain. k. and he comes up to you. massive Grizzled mother fucker who has claws almost as thick around as your wrist. and he has a bag of his fur, and he very seriously asks you if humans think gifts made from ones own fur is strange. And that how you find out your missing king is a. Alive. and b. has the leader of the giant wolf monsters absolutely tripping over himself to impress him and keep him comfy and the cold climate.

Then he offers you a handful of items that collectively cost more than the total sum of every scrap of money you have ever touched in exchange for a very nice coat made for the king from as much of this dude's fur as possible and you promptly stop asking questions and start nodding and promising to have it done on the rush.

#hi I don't know if any of these words go together but you get the Vibe. #i am very tired and Fawn is getting just the nicest coat ever made. it is made of her boyfriend's fur and it does kinda smell #like dog tho.

[dylanmunson]

Eddie meets your parents

summary; eddie meets ya parents | requested |

word count : 800, this isn’t the best, written on my phone, but we move.

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Today was the day eddie would be meeting your parents, well your mother and step father, as your actual dad wasn’t in the picture. Eddie was nervous, he wanted to impress them as you were his everything and if they didn’t approve he didn’t know what he would do.

You had all agreed to go out for dinner, you were at home with your parents while eddie was at his getting ready.

He put on his black jeans, ones that didn’t have any rips in the knees, put had even attempted to clean his trainers. He paired the jeans with a simple white T-shirt and a red flannel, since you had mentioned it wasn’t a fancy dinner. He buttoned up a few of the buttons, running a hand through his hair before jumping his in van and driving to the restaurant.

It was a family Italian restaurant, very comfy and cozy, your parents also happened to be friends with the owners. Mum and dad had already gone inside as you wait out front for eddie. “Am I late??” He frowns looking at his watch, you just chuckle “no bub, we just got here, come” you say as you take his hand.

But he stops. “Y/n I’m nervous” he sighs, you turn to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders “they’ll love you I promise” “but what if they don’t” he sighs, you sigh and place a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’ve got this Ed’s” you smile at the boy, he takes another deep breathe before walking into the restaurant with you, hand in hand.

Upon arriving at the table, your step dad was first to greet eddie “hey bud, nice to finally meet you” he smiles “eddie this is James and Emma, my step dad and mom” you smile “it’s nice to meet you sir” he says shaking your step dads hand before sitting down beside you.

“So eddie we heard your repeating your senior year” your mum smiles softly, he sighs and looks to you, you nod and place a hand on his thigh “uhh yeah, i uh” he sighs “it’s alright love, took this one three tries to finish school, before he just decided to drop out” your mom smiles pointing to James. James chuckles nodding “it wasn’t that I didn’t try, just the exams and tests” he smiles, eddie nods “exactly!” He says feeling a little more confident.

“I was in a band as well” your step dad grins, you giggle hitting your lip “no way?! So am I!” Eddie grins. The waiter comes by and takes your orders before leaving again “yeah played a little everything” he grins “we were good” he chuckles. Eddie nods “I play guitar, and we play at the hideout” he shrugs giving your thigh a little squeeze. “Crowd of a few drunks am I right” James laughs, eddie nods “nothings changed then”

“Dad used to play at the hide out as well with his band Ed’s” you grin, the waitress comes over with your food and drink setting it down before going away again.

“Proper rockers weren’t we sweet” James grins at your mum, she nods “yeah” she chuckles, “why did you never tell me this” he chuckles looking at you “surprise” you shrug. “Hey if you and the band ever want to record you should come down to the studio” eddie takes a bite of his pizza and frowns at James.

“Sorry what?” James just chuckles smiling at the boy.

The night goes on and Eddie and your step dad continue to bond over their love for music and tattoos, it getting to the point where James has his sleeves rolled up to show eddie some of them on his arm.

After a while your mom and step dad are paying and making their way to the front of the building “it was so lovely to meet you tonight love” your mum smiles giving Eddie a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome round anytime alright” she smiles, she knew his mom and dad, so felt protective over the boy already. “Get home safe alright bud” James smiles. Eddie nods “I will thank you for this evening”

“Y/N are you coming home or?” “Uh” you look at Eddie “oh I don’t wannna” he says, your mum shakes her head “I know, I trust you Edward” she grins “I’m gonna head home with Ed’s” you smile softly up at your boyfriend. “We’ll see you in the morning love, good night” they say before walking to the car.

“Why did you never mention that” he goes to say but you stop him with a kiss “it just never came up” you shrug “told you they’d love you though” you smile up at the metal head. He nods before taking your hand and walking to the van.

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[egg-emperor]

Does eggman like getting his belly rubbed?

I headcanon that he absolutely loves having his belly rubbed, I've talked about it and shared concepts involving it quite a bit throughout my blog as it's one of my favorites but I always enjoy talking about it some more.

I like to imagine it's one of his biggest not so secret weaknesses that he just really can't hide or deny. He can be seen rubbing it by himself often but he'll jump at the opportunity to receive them from another that he's comfortable with, so he doesn't have to do any of the work and can just focus on how nice it feels. When his big tummy is given a slow gentle rub in big circles, it always puts him at ease and makes him smile wide without fail. And when it's really good, he totally melts as he tips his head back as he basks in the pleasurable sensation and sighs in delight. He enjoys when it's given love because every part of him is beautiful and lovable and deserves it all!

It can also be a great comfort to him. It feels even better when he's sitting back and getting comfy when he's satisfied after a big warm meal, getting belly rubs and pats feels like bliss and helps him relax even further. When he's sick, it can also be soothing to receive them while he drinks tea and the caring contact makes him feel supported through it. It can also be effective in lulling him to sleep, so sometimes when he's having trouble getting to sleep he'll ask for them. But I also like to imagine him just taking hold of my wrist and guiding my hand to the area he wants rubbed because he knows I'm always happy to help and he doesn't need to ask. 🥰💜

Whenever he's wearing casual clothes, it's even better to give him rubs then because his tummy isn't held back by his rather restricting bodysuit and his bare tummy is easily accessible by sliding hands under his shirt. But it's even better if he's wearing a t shirt or tank top that rides up by itself and results in a cute partially exposed tummy in perfect reach to give a playful teasing squish and rubs. It's impossible to resist giving it some when it's finally free and on display like that and looks so round and soft! He'll react with pleasant surprise and blush when he wasn't expecting the sudden hands on it but he giggles and enjoys it a lot and leans into the touch for more.

They're a requirement to receive along with cuddles, he enjoys them even more if he's given a belly rub too. His tummy is always very warm and soft, it makes it so cozy and inviting to hug and touch. He also likes it when it's kissed, making it feel as admired and loved as the rest of him! There are also sensitive areas such as the lower front and sides that tickle when rubbed or kissed lightly and make him giggle, especially if cheeky raspberries are blown on it too! It's always so precious to see how happy and relaxed it makes him when his beautiful big bear belly is loved and appreciated and how he laughs when it's played with. 🥚🐻🧸💖💘💕

#asks #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #self ship #self shipping #f/o #self insert ship #self ship community #self insert shipping #headcanons #my post

[soggyvasewithnohat]

Naruto boy headcannons but it’s what I think that their beds would be like!!

Naruto!

He has one blanket one pillow and one or two stuffed animals

His bed is messy around 86% of the time some days he makes it because why not or because someone is coming over (Depends on who is it tho if it’s like Shikamaru he doesn’t care at all)

He has a special stuffed animal that he got as a child and it was his friend since he didn’t have anyone else so that stuffed animal was his comfort

This man refuses to buy sheets until he is forced to do so because if they are still somewhat in one-ish piece then he will use them holes don’t really bother him (But he does know when it’s B A D that maybe it wouldn’t hurt him to get new sheets)

He has like 2 blankets that he just has around as “Spares” that he must have impulse bought because they are very and I mean very strange-

Sasuke.

His room and bed are always neat. Very clean he makes his bed every morning and holds himself to a high standard.

(His parents were strict so much so that he still does everything perfect like they finna bust in his room and find it dirty and ground him lol)

His bed is rather plain only one blanket but he would have 2-3 pillows he seems like a pillow type of guy

He doesn’t care for decoration so just make the sheets and whatever match and he’s fine not a single care

He strikes me as a thin blanket type of guy (Probs gets hot when he sleeps thus one thin blanket)

Kiba!!

This man his bed is M E S S Y 

Him and his mom bicker about his room and making his bed all the time (She has somewhat stoped caring because it’s really not worth it anymore lol)

Blankets>>>pillows

This man has like a 1-5 pillow to blanket ratio going for him 

Doesn’t really care if the blanket is soft, thin, thick, or bare he isn’t picky

His sheets never really stay on his bed 100% somehow 

There is a concerning amount of dog hair on his bed but he refuses to admit to it. He also has some stuffed animals that no one quite knows if are Akamaru’s or Kiba’s 

Shino

I see this man to be similar to Sasuke nothing too flashy yet it’s still nice

He makes his bed every morning unless something happens? Which is almost never 

He would have a pleasant balance between pillow and blanket (Two of each)

He has one “Regular” blanket and one that is soft 

This man is rather well rounded with his bedding I’m impressed

He buys bedding sets so that way everything matches and looks pleasing (I bet he is a rather neat man when it comes to his room as well)

He N E V E R eats on his bed that’s a hard N O.

Shikamaru

This man’s bed feels like a cloud

Once you lie down you may never get back up again it’s that cozy

He has soft blankets that are thick! His bed is amazing in the winter 

He has like 3-4 pillows for maximum comfort 

He wouldn’t be against stuffed animals 

Similar to Naruto he has a special item from his childhood but it’s a blanket instead that as a baby he would have on hand 24/7 sometimes he still sleeps with it even though he has for sure out grown it it’s comforting to him

His bed also for some reason smells really good? Maybe that’s just from him or a pricy detergent to keep his blankets softtttttt

He doesn’t care for style or keeping them matching but it works somehow

Probs had a water bed at some point

Choji

This man much like Shikamaru has soft blankets but not nearly as many (They also aren’t quite as soft/Thick)

He cares somewhat for what his bed looks like but is rather neutral with it

His sheets and pillow cases don’t match nor does he quite care for them to match

His bed is made like 80% of the time some days he’d just rather go eat than worry about the state of his bed

Has like two pillows that are rather sturdy 

His mattress is firm but not to the point of un-comfy just more firm than a “regular” mattress 

Like I said he’s neutral about this

Most likely doesn’t have stuffed animals but wouldn’t be too against owning one if gifted to him he might just keep it up in fear of ruining it tho.

Neji

This man and Sasuke are like twining in regards to how they keep their beds

He has one somewhat thick blanket (He gets cold sometimes when he sleeps so having a warm blanket is nice bet the Huyga’s keep their home cold-cold)

He has two pillows that are firm. 

His pillow case and sheets don’t match but they are coordinated and fit nicely together

His bed is always made, he could be dying and would make a fuss about his bed not being made

Don’t even TRY to eat in his bed he will end you so fast you won’t even get to finish your food 

Refuses to have stuffed animals and acts all tough with them but when gifted he keeps them and stores them in a box in the back of his closet that he only takes out when he’s sad/lonely 

He has a stuffed animal that his dad gave him that is very special to him

Rock Lee <3

This man has a rather comfy bed 

He believes that good sleep is the key to youth and having a comfy bed is very important!

He is a l i g h t sleeper and wakes up at 5:00 am every day (Or earlier)

Has a well rounded two pillows and three blankets (One is more just show)

Tenten re-did his bedroom one time and now he’s yet to change much 

He’s a few spare blankets and pillows for Gai Sensei or anyone who spends the night 

He invests in high end stuff he ain’t cheating out again he thinks that good sleep is very important to youth (He gets brand recommendations from Gai they care about their comfort)

Tries his hardest to keep his room clean and his bed neat as “Training” 

Isn’t against stuffed animals like Naruto he has a special stuffed animal that he has has since a child he makes sure to take good care of it

#Naruto #naruto headcanons #bedding

[feverinfeveroutfic]

like blood from a stone | chapter fifteen

(ao3 title: leather and lace)

I lay my head down on the pillow. I was exhausted from that encounter out there the night before, such that it wore me out the very next day. I had no desire to go to school that day, either, even though I remembered that it was Sunday.

Sunday. Sunday! I had a whole new day of sleep before me.

All I yearned to do was sleep for most of the day. I had no desire to go to school or to even so much as attend my own wedding, either.

And yet, all at the same time, I still envisioned Joey’s face right there before me, bathed in soft ambient light from the nighttime all around us. The way that he looked so turned on and so turned loose, and yet there was something else there in his eyes.

And yet, it was our funeral together. The way that the each of us would go forth from that point onward.

I partook in a foursome before I turned eighteen.

Somehow, all at the same time, there was no way in which I could tell Chuck about it. Either Chuck for that matter. Neither of them had to know that I was out there in the woods with Joey, Lars, and Eric getting my ass creamed. Not my fiancé, not the guy whom I felt a connection with through the wounds on our heads. Neither one of them.

I cuddled my head further down into my pillow. I was cozy and comfy: I had no desire to leave that bed. It reminded me of all the times when I was a young kid living in my parents’ house, and on those particularly cold mornings before school started, I would wake up before my alarm and I would lay there in bed all bundled up in my blankets. Everything would feel so warm and cozy, and I felt like a little gyro of sorts, with the crispy pita bread and everything.

I had become a gyro once again, with those soft warm blankets swaddled around my whole body. The streak on my head was my trail of tzatziki sauce and my hair acted as the lettuce and the veggies, and my body acted as the roasted lamb embedded inside of the pocket of pita bread.

The thought of a gyro made me hungry for something else.

But then again, I still had no desire to leave the bed. I looked forward to the day in which I could have the option of having breakfast in bed every morning, whether I was with Chuck, Chuck, or Joey. It was right then I genuinely felt as though I had come far enough along to warrant a round of breakfast in bed all for myself.

I nestled further down into the mattress with the blankets pulled up to my ear. I thought about the warmest cup of coffee for myself, complete with a plate full of Belgian waffles which had a steady stream of powdered sugar, a little knob of butter, and some fresh blueberries rested on the top. If I was to become a prince, then I had to treat myself as such. I was rising up in the ranks so fast, and yet I wanted breakfast as if I was still the blue-collar Jewish boy from the streets of Berkeley.

A knock on the door sent me into a little stir, but I never moved a muscle away out from underneath the blankets.

“Alex? Are you awake?”

I sighed through my nose. I had my hopes that Chuck would have a plate of breakfast for himself, but I also wanted Chuck for breakfast along with the regular round of breakfast for myself.

Another knock on the door.

“Alex?”

I cleared my throat, but I never moved out from under the blankets. They seduced me better than Chuck or Joey did.

The door clicked open and I tried hard to not roll over to look at Chuck back there in the doorway.

“Hey,” he said in a low voice. I still never moved a muscle. He set a hand on my hip and gave me a little shake. “Hey, are you awake?”

I still didn’t move a muscle.

“Come on,” Chuck coaxed me as he set a hand on my shoulder and rolled me back, and it was right then the hunger crept into my stomach, and to the point of slight pain and nausea no less.

“What for?” I demanded with a break in my voice; I cleared my throat and I rolled over onto my back to better see him for myself. He had tied his long espresso-colored waves behind his head in a loose ponytail: upon his head, he wore a ball cap which he had turned back so the bill was out of my face.

“Lars and Kirk’s wedding is on Tuesday,” he told me. “And they invited us to their rehearsal dinner tonight.”

“Tonight?” I echoed him with another clearing of my throat. I froze. “Wait, what time is it?”

“It’s only eight-thirty in the morning,” he replied. “I made you some coffee as well as some pancakes. I heard you come in late last night, but I still want you to come along with me to this thing, though, Alex.”

I fetched up a sigh.

“Okay, let me get dressed,” I told him, and I cleared my throat a second time. He patted me on the thigh before he bowed away from there. He ducked out of the room into the hallway, and I glimpsed down at the shape of my legs underneath the blankets. I brought my hand to my chest and down onto my stomach: my skin was soft, even after a rendezvous out in the woods the night before.

It was odd because I had no memory of how I returned to the house from there. All I remembered was the encounter in the heart of the darkness and then I blacked out from there.

The next thing I knew, I woke up in my bed with no clothes on. Someone brought me back to the house and took my clothes. When I climbed out of bed and walked on over to the closet, I noticed that the clothes that I wore the night before were nowhere to be found in there.

I did, however, have black leather pants that fit against my legs in snug fashion, especially around my hips and my thighs. They were so snug in fact, that when I buttoned them up, I had the slightest muffin top of the button. I knew I would have to wear them later that evening given I couldn’t find my other pants anywhere in that closet. I followed it up with a black shirt and then I ran a brush through my hair. I put on my bracelets followed by my Star of David around the base of my neck: at least my shirt collar hid it from view.

“Who the hell has a wedding on Tuesday,” I grumbled as I gave my hair a final toss back.

The only problem with wearing those tight leather pants was that with every step, the more it rubbed up against the inside of his thighs.

I was going to wear those pants that night and yet I had very little comfort in even so much as walking along the hallway to the stairs.

A stack of pancakes was better than nothing, I supposed. At least the coffee was delicious.

Only a mere handful of hours left for me before I turned eighteen and yet the day that day was about Lars and Kirk.

They were to be married down the road in Santa Cruz, right near the boardwalk: in fact, they invited all of us to the boardwalk afterwards, and Chuck told me that that would serve as both a treat to us as well as their honeymoon. Though every last one of us rose up in the ranks together, we still knew how to fun with one another at the end of the day. And then it made sense as to why they wanted their wedding in the middle of the week: the boardwalk often filled itself with tourists from far and wide over the weekends. I knew this because the traffic thickened up right as we left Dublin and headed down to Santa Cruz together. But Chuck remained calm about it: I, however, kept on squirming in my seat.

Those pancakes, while they were delicious, were not sitting with me all too well. It didn’t help that I had them with a cup of coffee, either.

Those pants stressed too hard on my waist, too.

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t feel good and the curves in the road only added to the uneasy feeling inside. I knew that it was best to not think about it, and yet that was all I could think about in the meantime. That, and the fact that I had to face Lars soon enough.

I dared not ask him if Joey and Eric were going to be there with us: I thought about Lars, who had to explain to his fiancé what he was doing out so late. I also had no memory of bidding him good night, either.

In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I knew things were going to be so awkward there at the rehearsal dinner. Things already had to be awkward once I realized that Lars had to give an explanation to Kirk about the night before, too.

I let out a low whistle as I kept my fingers up on the bar over my head. I shifted my weight in the seat as the hills cleared out before us and gave way to the view of the vast farm fields down below: beyond that stood the Pacific Ocean. I whistled again and I shifted my weight once again. If we turned too hard along the next curve, then I worried that I would vomit right there in the car, right on Chuck’s nice and fancy upholstery.

Chuck finally took a glimpse over at me.

“You alright?” he asked me. “You’ve been awful quiet since we left home and you’re squirming quite a lot, too.”

“I don’t feel so good,” I told him. “It’s my stomach. Those pancakes aren’t sitting with me very well.”

“You also had coffee, too,” he added as we merged lanes. “We’ll stop up here at the end of the pass for some fuel and I'll let you use the bathroom, too.”

I nodded my head at that, and he leaned over the center console, and he pressed his lips onto the side of my face. A chill ran over my spine and down my arms, and I curled my toes inside of my shoes.

“Tomorrow’s your day!” he declared.

“Indeed, it is,” I said in a soft voice. “I kind of want to be down here at the boardwalk for it, too.”

“Can do,” Chuck assured me with a smile on his face. “We’re both gonna be able to do it as much as we want, so we may as well get a jump on the gun in the meantime.”

I cracked him a smile, albeit a sickly and nervous one.

Though the gas station and that little minimart stood at the very crest of the hill, it felt as though it may as well have been several miles away.

He merged the car to the center of the highway and, once the coast was clear, we bounded into the driveway right there. Once he parked at the closest pump, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I ran into that bathroom inside of there and once the door was shut behind me, I stood before the sink basin with my hands on the rim.  

I closed my eyes and bowed my head to the sink basin. I breathed hard, as if I had run a couple of miles. With each and every breath, the feeling subsided and welled down inside of me. I didn’t have to puke or anything. And those pancakes were in fact delicious.

Maybe it was mere carsickness, or maybe it came from anxiety. I opened my eyes at the thought of anxiety. I raised my head and I gazed on at my own reflection.

That had to be it, especially when I realized that our wedding was only a few days away as well. Our wedding plus my eighteenth birthday.

The overwhelming feeling of everything as it rained down on me all at once. And my body couldn’t hardly take it right then, either.

I relaxed my shoulders as well as my grip on the sink basin. I locked eyes with myself for a moment, and then I glanced up at the little streak of pearly silver up on the right side of my head.

No way I could stop time from aging me in any fashion. I might as well become a man and face it head on. The future was mine, and it was there right before me.

The color returned to my face as I relaxed every inch of my body. My stomach calmed down and the uneasy feeling subsided to a tender warmth inside of my belly. I washed my hands with warm water and that sweet-smelling soap; when I switched it over to cold water, I splashed it up onto my face to calm me down some more. I then reached for a paper towel and dabbed my face dry. A warm blush back in my cheekbones; my eyebrows needed a little trim, however.

My pants were still a bit too tight, too, especially when I lifted up my shirt for a better look on at my skin and the marks the waist left behind there underneath my belly button. I gave my flesh a little pat. It was all I could do right then for myself before I headed back out there to the car and Chuck, who awaited me there in the driver’s seat with his ball cap back onto his head: he once again turned it backwards so the bill was away from his face.

“There he is,” he declared once I came back within earshot.

“Here I am,” I followed up as I put my sunglasses back on over my face. “I guess it was just nerves getting to me because I didn’t have to puke at all.”

“Aw, well—at least you didn’t puke. I got you some gum in the instance of it, though.”

“I could use a little gum, though,” I confessed, and then I rounded the front end of the car to the passenger door once again.

“By the way, I like those pants on you,” he noted. “They flatter your thighs and your butt really nicely.”

“They’re a touch too tight, though,” I pointed out once I sat down in the seat: I lifted up my shirt to show off my flesh to him. “See? I got a little muffin top here.”

“Oh, that’s barely a little bump on your belly,” he assured me with a gentle poke of my waist. “I’d be more concerned if it was more like a big ol’ roll of fat on your gut, but it’s not, though.” He showed me a little smile. “It’s kind of cute on you, actually.”

“I dunno, I feel like I'm getting too heavy, to be honest,” I confessed to him as I let my shirt slide down my body.

“Nah, you’ve got a way to go before you think you’re too heavy—and even then, I'd still love you.”

I gaped at him as I closed the door next to me.

“You would?”

“Oh, yeah,” he assured me. “I’d love you if you were five hundred pounds of hulking sweaty flesh, Alex. And I'd love you if you shed all of your body weight and became nothing more than skin and bones.” He leaned over to my face and pressed his lips onto mine: that time, I curled my toes inside of my shoes. In fact, I curled them so hard that I lifted my feet off of the carpet.

I lifted my feet off of the carpet and I knitted my knees together because I could feel myself moving. That wasn’t the best move, however, given the tautness of the leather pressed on my waist. If it was tight on my waist, then it was rather tight in between my thighs as well.

I spread my knees apart and that was even worse because my knees brushed up against the inside of the door as well as the wall underneath the dashboard.

Chuck let go of my lips and showed me a playful little smile.

“I make you writhe and wriggle in your seat, too!” he teased me.

“Indeed, you do,” I sputtered out.

He fired it up again, and I leaned back in the seat and I ran my fingers through my hair. Even though I only sort of brushed it, the roots felt rather soft right then, as soft as silk against the crown of my head. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed at the gray streak upon the right side of my forehead. Nothing to fret about.

I remained present inside of my body and that was all there was to it.

We returned the road and we headed down into that particular corner of the California coast, the notch right outside of the Bay Area before it hugged the rim of the Monterey Bay. In fact, as we descended the hillside, I caught a glimpse of the Santa Cruz Boardwalk right up the rim in front of us, a small diamond in the proverbial crown of the landscape, straddled only by the vast royal blue tapestry that was the ocean beyond that.

Within time, we took the next turn-off to the highway up to Watsonville, followed by Santa Cruz.

In fact, the sickly feeling inside of me had all but gone away by the time we reached the boardwalk and we picked out a spot right across the street from the entrance. Apparently, the chapel stood right up the block from there, as did a bunch of cars, many of which I recognized almost right off-base.

“Hey, Steve!” Chuck declared. Right there on the curb stood Zetro in a black leather vest and with his long hair cast down over his shoulders like the big beastie he was: I hoped he wouldn’t see me given Eric and I had met up with him the night before as well. I hoped this right as Chuck hurried up the sidewalk all to meet up with him.

I turned my head for a look on at the entrance of the chapel right in front of me. Anything to get me away from the street.

I bowed inside of there and I caught a whiff of something spicy and saucy down the short corridor there. I turned my attention back to the sunbathed street out there once again, only to hear Chuck and Zetro conversing amongst themselves out there.

I returned to the corridor before me, and I hitched up my pants all the while, even though they hadn’t budged an inch on my body. I padded across the checkerboard linoleum and I took a peek into the front room there.

I was met with a vast room dotted with low round tables and a bunch of brick-red chairs: on the far-right side of the room stood the altar. On the far-left side stood a trio of long low tables covered in food already.

A rehearsal dinner, and one that was going to be full of food all day long. Not that I was complaining, especially given I was the only one in that room right at that moment. I ducked in there and I checked out everything there at the table closest to me.

Though I had had a big stack of pancakes earlier that morning, I looked on at the big table of all of that food. That big buffet line right at the very beginning of the occasion, as if Lars and Kirk had lay it out all for me.

I grabbed a plate and I helped myself to a couple of cookies, a big handful of crudites, a cupcake, some of those little bright punk petits-fours, and a cup of that Hawaiian punch. When I sipped on the cup, I tasted only the fruitiness of the punch. I gave my kudos to Kirk and Lars right then for not adding some else to it: the last thing any of us needed was a bit of booze, especially so soon in the day, too.

It was one of many plates of food I helped myself over the course of the day, especially once Lars and Kirk showed up later along for their positions as well as to organize their bridal party at the very end of the day, which apparently took place right before dinner time. The both of them donned up in black leather and pearly white rhinestones. Lars in particular wore a little wreath of golden leaves upon the crown of his head where Kirk had on a cap of palm fronds rested upon those curls. The former already wore these lovely, light little lace gloves, something so delicate to contrast with all of that heavy black leather around their bodies.

His curls made me think of Joey and those thick coarse jet-black curls of his, tousled back behind his head like a thick curtain of ivy and the branches of a weeping willow. I began to wonder where he had gone off to, given I had no memory of where he went after our four-way encounter the night before.

In fact, I was surprised that no one came over to me to ask me how things were on mine and Chuck’s end: I wondered if everyone had become desensitized to the gray streak or if it was merely my own imagination as I dug into my gyro.

I was eating all day long while I wore those tight leather pants and yet nothing about it fazed me anymore.

Maybe we all were numb to each other, or maybe I was the numb one here. With the edge of anxiety came the numbness of nothing thereafter. That would explain why I was eating as if I had been starving this whole entire time. In a way, I was starving my guts out, as a working-class Jewish boy from a rather cozy neighborhood of the San Francisco Bay Area.

I had eaten a lot of food once I smelled dinner being crafted in the kitchen across the hall from there. I hoped that I would at the very try it as I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head and I recognized that smooth long dark hair and that diamond-shaped face.

“Chuck!” I declared with my mouth full of broccoli and ranch dressing.

“Alex! I thought I recognized you.” I peered back at the rest of the room: no one paid any attention to us, and thus was my cue to run out of there and spend a little time with him in the meantime. As I stood to my feet, I set a hand on my belly: still very slender but it felt as though it had grown a few inches between the moment Chuck and I arrived to the moment Chuck and I stood out there in the next hallway together.

“Oh, god—how did you get here?” I asked him.

“Lars and Kirk invited me—and almost right at the very last minute, to boot. I got here as fast as I could. I don’t really know if I want to stay in Florida, mainly because you’re out here.”

“You have to follow your heart, though,” I insisted as I swallowed down the stalk of broccoli. “Really, don’t worry about me.”

“But I—” He stopped, complete with a nibble of his bottom lip.

“But what?” I asked him as I stroked the sides of his arms: his skin was soft and smooth, soft like silk and sweet like sugarcane. He locked eyes with me all the while, complete with a slight parting to his lips. And he believed my lips were full and sensual: I never wanted to kiss him more before until right at that very moment.

He pressed them up to my own, which was enough to make my toes curl again and for the full feeling in my stomach to warm up: I felt like silk again on the inside at the feeling of his skin against my own. He held back and flashed me a little smile. I parted my lips to say something and that was when I had to take a seat there on the carpet.

“Jesus Christ, these pants are cutting off my circulation,” I groaned. I lifted up my shirt and showed him my muffin top, to which he raised his eyebrows at me. I set both hands on the button, albeit with quite a bit of struggled. I was so full of dinner and all of those hors d’oeuvres that I had no idea if the button would even come undone. But I unfastened the button and I let out a low groan from the heavy feeling inside of me. The pressure was off and given they pressed against me so snugly, I was willing to keep them undone for the rest of the evening, just so long as the bottom hem of my shirt stayed over the waistband.

“You’re so cute, Alex,” Chuck joked with a loving little pat on my stomach.

“I’m just hungry is all,” I told him. “I’m hungry and horny and confused and anxious all at the same time.”

“I can always take you across the street here to the boardwalk and have a moment on the beach if you want,” he sweetly offered me.

“Maybe after dinner,” I answered as I sank down there on the carpet down by his feet. As long as I was there with him, the pressure was off.

#fanfic #fanfiction #testament fanfic #slash fanfiction #chapter 15 #like blood from a stone #like blood from a stone fanfic #alex skolnick #chuck billy #chuck schuldiner #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #metallica fanfic #testament #testament band #metallica #also on ao3 #writing #fic writing #text

[eggluttony]

thoughts of fatty gamer Eggman again hgghfucdbfgnhdsjg wearing his gaming headset and a tank top that's getting a liiittle too small on him as it rides up to show a peek of his round tummy with the lovely fuzzy and squishy softness. it feels good when he wears stretchy sweatpants and lets his fat just spill and spread out freely after it's held back by his usual restrictive outfit, especially because he's getting even bigger. despite his very snug too small casual clothes, they're still much more comfy so he can get cozy on his bean bag, bed, gaming chair, wherever he's playing.

and he's just sitting back using his fat belly as a shelf for his snacks and controller, he eats a lot while he games and there's a lot of cans of energy drink, soda, or beer to keep him going and empty food packaging like chocolate bars, chips, cookies and donut cartons. at some point he takes a break to eat a whole XL pizza at once by himself because he's getting so greedy and doesn't even realize it. there's spilled food and crumbs and drink and he's got food around his mouth and doesn't realize. he looks so cute and cozy and relaxed, he's having a lot fun eating yummy snacks and playing his games and he's so deeply immersed.

he gets fuller throughout the day and into the night and loves it whenever he becomes aware of how much he's packed in there and how big and full, firm and round it's gotten, so heavy between his legs. it's so pleasurable that he just keeps going until his huge piles of snacks and stacks of cans are empty. he occasionally pauses the game to rub his tummy or between online matches and during loading screens. he gets a little flustered sometimes when he realizes he was moaning about how full he is and how good it feels and burping with his mic still on, especially if someone points it out less than politely but it doesn't kill his mood and stop him from enjoying himself. he'll happily spend days in s row doing this for as long as he can, it's one of the best ways for him to take a well deserved break. 💜

#he's so so so sexy 🥰😍💕💗💖💜💘💗💖💜 #modern #gamer eggman #imagines #stuffing #burping #gassy eggman

[troglobite]

lkfajsdflk

more thoughts abt fatness and desirability etc re: that one post i rbed and tagged

i can think of like Two characters who are actually fat who are cool interesting complex and their fatness is a neutral thing.

and they're both from the same show

laszlo and guillermo

like that's it lol

but i love them both bc they're complex characters who (as far as i know, bc again, i don't engage in fandom bc hhhhhhh) aren't FLATTENED.

yeah guillermo wears sweaters and is idealistic and goofy

but also? he kicks so much ass physically and emotionally

he is morally grey, fucked up, selfish, melodramatic, occasionally just MEAN

and ALSO a very loyal friend

he's not made to be ~comfy cozy~ or a joke just bc he's fat

it's just part of him, and it doesn't hold him back from having boyfriends and desires and BEING desirable

OR from being a truly fucked up piece of shit on occasion lol

and laszlo is The Most Desirable And Horny Man ever

and he's not portrayed as unwelcome in his advances, he's never portrayed as crude or rude or unwanted (except in very specific hilarious circumstances that have nothing to do with him being fat and horny)

he's not made out to be this lecherous freak

he's just exceedingly horny and eclectic and weird and funny and also sweet and heartfelt but utterly clueless about the weirdest things

he's a fun and complex character, and being fat is a neutral thing about him.

so when people make these two characters soft in fanart or fanfic, it's bc they're doing fandom shit, not bc they're fat (or at least, there's enough plausible deniability that it doesn't immediately read as that lol)

but az/raph/le is an irritating case to me

bc on the one hand YES MAKE CHARACTERS FATTER, IT IS A NEUTRAL THING! DO IT! GET USED TO SEEING FAT CHARACTERS AND IT NOT BEING A BIG DEAL! AND THEM STILL BEING DESIRABLE AND COOL AND LOVED!!!

and all of the other positive shit they said

on the other hand i am REALLY FUCKING SUSPICIOUS of people's motivations in making him fat in the VERY SPECIFIC WAYS they are making him fat

because you know what they ALSO do?

they make him SHORTER

and part of that is bc then together, he and cr/wl/y look like this:

oI

and ppl love that for some fucking reason

(baseless speculation that it's bc of reproducing gender roles and power dynamics in relationships that don't have them--ANYWAY)

people also draw/write him knitting. all the time.

i'm PRETTY sure he NEVER did that in the show. in reality i'm pretty sure he would be absolutely baffled by how it works bc it's a complex human thing. his only human interest outside of music and books is magic.

he doesn't even WEAR knitwear.

and yet. everyone draws him short, fat, round, and knitting, with this little placid smile on his face.

tell me that making him fat, doing those things, and calling him azi is in any way a neutral or positive thing 100% of the time.

okay that was really combative--

clearly i think a lot of ppl just don't think about it.

and some are just following fanon trends.

but either way, they are creating and reproducing something that relies upon shortness and fatness to convey "somft, smol, roumd, sweet uwu bb"

and it is INFURIATING.

I AM SHORT AND FAT

AND I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW OFTEN PEOPLE HAVE STEREOTYPED OR UNDERESTIMATED ME

they would see my anger as laughable or cute

my interests as childish

my glee and excitement as weak and youthful

my threats funny

and i'm REALLY FUCKING ANGRY that giving him the same traits i have is meant to fucking woobify him so he's smol and cute

and then there are posts that are like ooohhh!!! he's a badass! he has a PLAN! he's so cool and tough!!!!

all in the same tone of like. fucking. talking about your 9 year old wanting to dismantle the patriarchy. or a small dog managing to scare bigger dogs.

so while i'm glad that there exists a lot of fanwork that makes him fatter AND desirable

and just has his NORMAL, CANON ATTRIBUTES (goofy, endearing, a bit gullible, but also steadfast and loyal, also self-denying and occasionally clueless or reticent) that are PART of him but not meant to be EMPHASIZED by his physical attributes

like that's great

i'm REALLY fucking irritated to see him made shorter and fatter as a shorthand way of conveying uwu smol bean

he's not. any of those things.

so THAT is why he in particular being made fatter (AND SHORTER) in fanworks just grates on me

yes i have tried blocking tags but blacklist systems no longer work consistently on here :)))))))))

so i see a lot of it unwillingly and then scroll past at lightning speed

but yeah. those. are my thoughts.

[yamchaas]

Yamcha in his matching tracksuit <3

#Very underrated look imo #he looks very round and soft and cozy comfy #very nice thing to look like me thinks #:) #yamcha #yamucha #dbedit #dragon ball #dragonballedit #yamchaedit #puar

[prettyboykatsuki]

please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg

tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink 

PT. 1

a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$# 

i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it. 

like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later. 

anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him. 

when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you. 

he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life. 

he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up 

he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe. 

and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ???? 

youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache. 

you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay.  you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered) 

you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima 

but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand. 

you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake. 

kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him. 

ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences. 

kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class. 

he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone. 

aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him. 

and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera. 

it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight 

but he got..  many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early 

well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile. 

bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you. 

“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused.  you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare. 

your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?” 

the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like 

“what are we doing out here?” 

bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth. 

“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,” 

this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you. 

“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday” 

he growls a little against your throat. 

“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?” 

you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed. 

you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear. 

“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,” 

the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench. 

he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you. 

“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?” 

you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt. 

“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck” 

you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough 

but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop 

and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt  

you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary. 

he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene. 

but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering. 

and bkgs just in your ear like 

“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,” 

when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard 

“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?” 

you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too 

“yeah..yeah” 

#bully!bkg #prettyboy.thirsts #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #return to sender #this is not proof read at all im losing my mind. #dubcon cw #toxic cw

[harrywritingsbyme]

Puffy Little Peach

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I’m OBSESSED with this concept…like to say it’s hot would be a complete understatement!! There’s also no real plot to this one...just some hot shit with Harry and Y/n😋😌So I hope it doesn’t suck ass and you guys actually like it…enjoy🙃

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“Oh my goodness.” Harry gawks, now completely stopped in his tracks, focusing in on the sight in front of him. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head, his mouth was on the verge of spilling over from how hard he was beginning to salivate, and his cock was rapidly swelling in his pants. Why was Harry like this?  Well, there were many layers and reasons as to why Harry was going into sensory overload right now. But the short and sweet answer to that question, the common ground for all of said reasons, would be you. 

But here’s the not so short and sweet answer...

For starters, you were just minding your own business and relaxing in bed. You’d taken care of everything that required your attention for the day and you were just taking some time to relax, and do absolutely nothing. You were all nice and comfy in the soft and plushy sweatshirt and sweatpants set you’d gotten a couple weeks ago and had fallen head over heels in love with, and you were cuddled up with one of Harry’s pillows. Since he was taking care of something’s himself, the pillow was the best thing you were going to get for the time being. Now while you were just lying in bed and embracing all comfy and cozy of it all, you were mindlessly scrolling and clicking through your phone, you watched a little tv at some point, and you even got a little nap in. You were very much so relaxed and not doing a single thing the way you intended. That is, until Harry finished up with everything he had to take care of before coming upstairs to find you. 

And once he did...your stint of doing absolutely nothing came to an end. Well, sort of. 

When he first stepped foot into the room, you didn’t even realize that he’d come in. Not only was your back turned away from bed door, but you also had the volume on your phone turned up a bit so you couldn’t exactly hear him either. But when you felt the end of the bed dip, you immediately turned your attention in that direction to spot Harry’s newfound presence in the room. You don’t hesitate to drop your phone and take your earbuds out, and Harry doesn’t hesitate to bypass crawling up the bed and lying next to you, and go straight to crawling up the bed and on top of you. Like he wastes absolutely no time at all. 

And at first it was all cute and sweet. Harry was on top of you, sponging little kisses on your lips and all over your face and neck while he lightly tickled at your sides. You couldn’t stop laughing and squirming below him, trying to wriggle out of his grip as he continued to kiss and tickle you. Harry loved giving you all the attention in the world and just making you laugh, so he didn’t intend on stopping for a good little while. Whenever he let up on the tickles and stuck to just kissing you, you thought that you were in the clear. But he’d pick right back up and start tickling you again, leaving you to fall right back into a fit of laughter beneath him. Eventually, after a series of “my stomach hurts” and little tears streaming down your face from laughing so hard, Harry finally let up.

The two of you then proceeded to talk about your days and all, ever once in a while stopping, mid sentence by the way, to kiss each other. These stops were often initiated by Harry and would last a couple minuets if he was able to successfully wrap you up in and just melt you into the kiss. And about 99.999% of the time, he was in fact successful. You just couldn’t help but melt into them. They were so soft, yet firm if that made any type of sense. Like while he gingerly moved his lips against yours, he still managed to reaffirm his control over the kiss. Not to mention the way he held you the entire time. Whether you two were talking or kissing, he always had his free hand cupped around the side of your waist underneath your sweatshirt. He’d either just hold you there, or he’d squeeze you a little, or smooth his hand across your soft stomach, occasionally dipping his fingertips just below the waistband of your sweats.

Now given the fact that Harry was in fact himself, the cute and fluffy little atmosphere surrounding you two was quickly (but not too quickly) scrapped and turned into a full on hot and heavy one. You were no longer pushing back the curls that fell in his face when he lifted his head back up from your neck or from kissing you. Instead, you were pushing your fingers up into the curls that were at the nape of his neck as he pushed his lower half against yours. You welcomed the feeling of Harry’s tongue gliding against yours and exploring your mouth. You two were swallowing each others moans as you kissed, barely parting from each others lips to catch your breaths.

“Y’just so pretty.” He’d softly moan against your lips every once in a while before continuing to kiss you. And as he did this, his hand that was once sitting at your waist, began to wander up your shirt. As he does this, he discovers that you’re not wearing a bra, meaning that your supple breasts were bare and able to be played with immediately.

And for Harry, immediately, meant immediately. Harry was quick to cup the soft flesh in his hand, causing you to let out a string of moans into his mouth. Feeling his large hands around you all of a sudden caused a shiver to run up your spine and goosebumps to spread across your body. Along with kneading at your ample breasts, Harry also brought his forefinger and thumb to your now pebbled nipples to pinch and roll them around a little. That sensation alone sent even more chills and goosebumps across your body, and it caused your panties to dampen even more. After giving all of his attention to only half of your chest, Harry adjusts himself on top of you in a way that would allow him to play with both of them at the same time. Unfortunately though, he wouldn’t be able to lick into your mouth the way he was before. Which prompted you to let out a little whimper at the loss of his lips against yours. But you weren’t too upset with that since Harry definitely made up for it in the way he played with you afterwards. 

After simply toying with your other breast in the same way he did the first, Harry brought his mouth into play. He got rid of your sweatshirt that was already pushed up as high as possible to expose your chest, leaving your upper portion entirely bare. He then proceeds to lay between your legs, and wrap one of his hands around one of your breasts before taking the other into his mouth. If you two weren’t in that much of a rush or a rush at all, Harry always took the time to mouth at your chest. He was absolutely obsessed with stuffing his mouth with your supple breasts and just sucking on them. He also loved sucking on your pert nipples. He loved to suck on them and even lightly bite down onto them if he wanted to make you moan even louder. Which speaking of moans, you and Harry’s moans never stopped. Harry’s were quite muffled due to the fact that his mouth was full at the moment and yours were the exact opposite. They were filling the room and beautifully ringing into Harry’s ears. Following the same pattern as before, once he’s done mouthing at one side, he moves to the other. Again, the two of you continuously moaning, you from the sensation, and Harry from the sheer enjoyment of it all. 

Once he’s all done with your chest and is ready to move on to the lower part of you, Harry begins to kiss down your body. Instead of starting at your chest, he comes back up to your lips to sponge a few kisses onto your lips and to lick into your mouth a little before leaving a trail of wet kisses down your throat, and to each of your nipples, taking a moment to suck on them a little. He then leaves a kiss on the area between your breasts before continuing on his journey down your body. He leaves a ton of kisses along your midsection, taking the time to appreciate your body. 

To say that Harry was obsessed with your body would be a bit of an understatement. Harry loved every single inch of your body. If it was on you, Harry loved it. He wished you just walked around the house naked so that he could see all of you all the time. Harry would literally die for you and your curves. He was absolutely in love with your rounded figure and if he was given the platform to express how much he loved your figure, he was going to make sure he did it. Whether it be by means of constantly touching or squeezing you, whispering into your ear about how amazing you looked and how bad he wanted you, bringing one of your hands to the front of his pants so that you could feel just how hard he was from just staring at your body, or just worshiping your body like he was kind of doing now. Along with his kisses, Harry sang your praises and just gushed all over you, he would even bite at the flesh of your stomach a little. Your body was just so soft and it was like he became a puddle whenever he touched you. And a bit of a horny teenage boy.

When he reaches the waistband of your sweats, Harry quickly sits himself on his calves between your legs so that he can “properly” pull your pants down. 

“Wanna unveil your lower half baby.” He explains, hooking his fingers into  both sides of the waistband of your sweats. 

“Whatever you say Harry.” You chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes at how serious he was when it came to getting you naked. In response, Harry quickly pops the elastic against your skin before hooking his fingers back in. He then beings to ever so slowly pull your sweats down. He makes it about halfway down your thighs before he’s stopped in his tracks all together. 

“Oh my goodness.” Harry gawks, completely taken aback by the sight in front of him. Not to say that he was upset with it or anything. In fact, Harry was mesmerized at the sight. Now along with your beautiful, perfectly rounded figure, you also had something just as beautiful and rounded going on between your legs. The area between your legs was absolutely amazing and perfect to Harry. 

He loved to cup your fleshy mound in his hand at any given time. If you two weren’t cockwarming at night, he’d always have a hand in your panties holding your plushy cunt in the palm of his hand. Even if he’s driving, Harry would either be holding your hand or cupping your pussy because of how plushy and soft and plump you were. That’s why he loved when you wore dresses or skirts. Even though he didn’t mind undoing your pants if it meant getting to your cunt, he definitely preferred having easy access to you and being able to just hold you in his hand. Harry also loved it when you wore leggings. Like not only were your delectable curves on display, your puffy peach as Harry liked to call it was also on display. It didn’t matter if you wore panties or not, there would always be a defined outline of your pussy through the material. Along with the overall rounded shape of your mound, he was also able to see where your fleshy folds met. And it was even more defined when you decided to tease him and not wear panties when you joined him for a workout. At one point, Harry had to take your out to buy more leggings because he’d be so turned on that he’d tear a hole in the crotch area and just fuck you right then and there. Harry was never, nor did he ever want to, kick his obsession. It was just never going to happen. 

“They were the only ones I had before doing laundry. Plus they’re not exactly uncomfortable.” You say, explaining why you had such a pretty and tiny thong on, breaking Harry right out of his perverted thoughts. 

“I just wanna take a bite outta you.” Harry groans, completely disregarding your explanation (which he thought was actually adorable…like you actually felt the need to explain, to him of all people, why your pussy was bursting out of an itty bitty thong) and feeling his cock twitch in his pants. The thong wasn’t doing its job of covering you in the front at least, if anything, it was being swallowed up by your fleshy cunt. “Such a pretty little pair of panties.” Harry sighs, staring at how your amazingly delicious and juicy cunt as he loved to describe it, was practically bursting out of and engulfing the thong you had on. “Can you um- lets just get these off of you first.” Harry says, changing his direction to you and quickly helping you out of your sweats before tossing them somewhere behind him. He also pushes your legs further apart, only making the panties even more useless when it came to covering your cunt, and in turn, giving him an even better view. “Now I want you t’pull them up from here baby.” Harry instructs, reaching out to pull one of your hands that was lying on your stomach down to the top of your panties to show you from where he wanted you to pull. After he does this, you follow his direction, tugging your panties up a bit, causing them to move further up between your folds.

By now your lips were fully exposed on either side of the sting of fabric that was practically inside of you at this point. Upon seeing this, Harry couldn’t help but to reach down between your legs and pinch the two fleshy lips between his fore finger and thumb. You were so soft, plushy, and sticky between his fingers. And Harry couldn’t help but to play with you a bit. As he continued to squeeze you between his fingers, your mind was racing. On one hand you had Harry obsessing over you and just worshiping you, which never failed to make you all blushy. And then on the other hand, Harry was touching you and was completely entranced with your body, which made you incredibly needy for him. You were fighting with wanting to snap your legs shut from how exposed you were for him, and with wanting him to touch you even more. And on top of all that, you were fiercely tugging your lower lip between your teeth, trying your hardest to hold back the little moans that were threatening to spill out from how much you enjoyed the way you were being touched. But you couldn’t help but to let out a little yelp and moan when Harry pushed one of his fingers in between your lips to pull the sizable portion of your panties that had been engulfed by your pussy back out and to the side.

After squeezing, poking, prodding, and obsessing over your pussy a bit more, Harry finally removes his hand from between your legs(and the other from his pants). He then glides his hands up your thighs, to which he gives a good squeeze because he just can’t help himself, and he brings his hands all the way up to your hips where the bands of your panties were resting. The sight of the elastic slightly digging into your soft and fleshy hips alone was enough to make Harry of wild. He hooks his fingers into the thin bands before pulling them down from your hips and off your body, leaving you completely bare and spread before him. He’s quick to toss the panties in the same direction as your pants from earlier, immediately bringing his focus back to you once the last piece of your clothing was completely out of the way. 

“Have I told you how stunning you are?!” Harry randomly asks, taking a moment to take all of your now fully naked body in. Before making another move, Harry just had to sit back and look at you. 

“I think you have at just about every moment you could possibly find.” You softly reply, fighting the intense urge to snatch up one of the pillows next to your head to cover your face.

“Well I’m just gonna say it again…” Harry begins, slowly lowering himself on top of you, bringing himself up a bit so that his face could hover over yours. As he momentarily lays himself on top of you, you could feel his very hard cock pressing right into where your lower stomach and the upper portion of your mound began. He was pressing right into where you were feeling the most pressure, and he was so close to where you needed him the most. “And again, and again, and until I can’t say it anymore.” He continues, bringing his face down to yours, and pushing himself into you a tad bit harder. “You are the most stunning creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, looking you right in the eyes as he uttered every word. Harry then brings his mouth to yours, locking your lips in a kiss that was filled with passion, adoration, and lust.

As Harry kissed you, his tongue explored your mouth and his hands explored your body as if they’d never done it a thousand times before. You could feel his hands moving across your entire body. They started at your chest, fondling your supple and ample breasts again and rolling your pert nipples between his fingers. His hands then traveled down your sides, using his grip on you as leverage a bit to rut himself against you, receiving some of the mounting pressure in his cock. Harry pushes his hands further down your body and right between your legs. When he hears  a muffled little whimper escape your mouth, Harry decides to tease you a bit and slowly glides his hand down your mound, wanting you to beg him a little. And that you did, whenever he’d stop his hand from going further, you’d immediately whine into his mouth and buck up into his hand, causing Harry to chuckle against your lips at how needy you were before continuing on. Eventually, after he’s had is fair share of teasing you, Harry brings his hand down to your folds and pushes two fingers in between. He drags them up and down, starting at the very top near your clit, and pushing them all they way down between your lips and to your entrance where he slightly nudges with his fingertips. As he does this, he focuses in on your entrance and your clit. Whenever he came back to your clit, he’d start circling your clit and the sensitive area right underneath it and would not let up. Like you’d be moaning up a storm and squirming underneath him and he’d still be working in your clit. Your sensitivity was already heightened after everything that went down before he even started toying with your clit, so to have him barely letting up on your incredibly sensitive button was a lot for you to handle.

But after a little while longer, Harry finally lets up on your pussy and brings his kisses down your body for the second time, only this time, he keeps his eyes trained on yours as he sponges wet open mouthed kisses along your body. When he makes it back down between your legs, there isn’t a second to spare before Harry begins mouthing at your cunt. He’d been dying to do this since he first pulled down your pants to discover your cunt bursting out of that thong of yours. Your cunt was already so plump and juicy against his fingers, it felt ten times as plump and juicy against his mouth. He was in heaven as he mouthed at your cunt. For the first couple of minuets, all he could do was suck on the fleshy lips of your pussy, loving how thick they were. He even went as far as to pinch them together between his fingers and just suck them into his mouth and lick in between them. Harry then pushes your legs up a bit before resting his forearms on your spread thighs (this also helps for when you try to snap them shut when it got to be too much) and brings his hands in to pull your fleshy cunt apart to really expose all of you to him. And in no time, his mouth is attached to your clit. One minute he was harshly sucking on your clit, and the next he was slowly sucking on you and lapping his tongue back and forth against your clit. As he sucks on your button, Harry couldn’t help but give in to his body; he starts to grind himself down into the bed, trying to relieve the intense throbbing in his cock. He was beyond turned on and he couldn’t help himself. He loved having your body on display and he loved being able to play around with and pleasure you. And then to see your delicious cunt bursting out of those so called panties?! He was definitely in need of a release. And so were you. 

With all of he built up need and pressure and sensitivity, on top of the fact that Harry was practically moaning into your clit, it was nearly impossible for you to hold yourself from letting go. And because Harry had become an expert on your releases, he could sense this in the way your moons had turned to whimpers, you were fighting to close your thighs even more, and you hands were wound even tighter in his hair. To make you go even crazier, Harry let go of one of your lips and brought his now free hand down to your entrance where he began to push one of his fingers in and out of you. He then began to slobber and suck even harder on your clit, making it pretty much impossible to hold back any longer. And with that, Harry had you squirting all over his face and the bed. As you let go, Harry doesn’t let up on your clit or your entrance. He keeps fingering you and flicking his tongue back and forth on your button, and he keeps moving his finger in and out of your tight little entrance. Once your release had come to an end, you began thrashing against Harry, needing to take a little break before going any further. He can hear you whimpering that you can’t take anymore but he doesn’t let up. He was so close to his release and he couldn’t stop just yet. To help you out a bit, he eased up on your clit a bit and began to lick all of you and sucking on your lips again until he came. Not too long after you reached your climax, Harry began to feel his rumbling even louder in the pit of his stomach. Eventually becoming so loud he couldn’t ignore it, nor hold back anymore. His hips and mouth came to a halt, and he let completely let go. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Harry loudly groans, feeling his warm cum involuntarily spurting from the head of his cock and into his pants. He just couldn’t hold it anymore, you felt, looked, and tasted too good for him to hold himself off anymore. The fact that he didn’t cum already was an accomplishment in itself. Just hearing him moaning and cumming between your legs sent shockwaves to your clit and through your body. 

Once he’s all done Harry stays between your legs and rests his head on one of your soft thighs, taking a moment to recover from his intense release, even though he was still very hard. After about ten or so minutes of just lying there and recovering from those earth shattering releases, Harry finally musters up enough energy to go again and take care of his cock once more. 

“Wanna go again sweets?” Harry asks, breaking the silence as he reaches over to softly squeeze at your equally as soft thigh.

“Don’t think I can...that one was a lot.” You mumble tiredly. “I just got feeling in my legs again.” You continue on. 

“I’ll do all the work baby.” Harry whines, trying to get you to cave. “Then I’ll let your pussy rest.” He offers. 

“Okay fine...you better be glad I want you inside anyways.” You agree, making sure to give him a little attitude. 

As soon as he hears you agree, Harry springs up from your thigh and immediately instructs you on how he wants you. He’s quick to help flip you onto your front, and help get a pillow up underneath your hips. And again, before going any further, Harry takes a moment to appreciate your body. This time, taking the time to gawk at your ass and your thighs. When it came to his favorite positions, Harry’s top position would be you lying on your front. Mainly because he can really pound into you from this angle, but also because he gets to watch your ass and thighs jiggle with every thrust. He loved watching the soft flesh move back and forth with his movements. Plus he loved being able to almost ride your from behind. And he also loved having to pull your ass apart to really see his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy. 

“Fuck Y/n, I can see your sweet and plump little peach from back here.” He groans. Harry would never get over the sight of your puffy little pussy between your fleshy thighs and ass. He couldn’t wait to fuck you and have all of his creamy and sticky cum pooling between your plump lips. The simple thought of that caused Harry’s cock to twitch, signaling to him that he needed to be inside of you immediately. Harry swiftly moves on top of your thighs, lifting himself up a bit to line himself up with your entrance, or at least what he could see from behind. He then nudges his cock past your outer lips to actually align himself with your entrance. When he does this, Harry could hear the sort of creamy sound of his cock pushing past all of your delicious flesh and juices to push inside of you. And then Harry finally begins to sink into your pussy, slowly filling you to the brim with his cock.

“So big!” You mewl, feeling the slight sting from his girthy shaft forcing your walls apart to fit. No matter how many times he’s pushed into you, this feeling would never change.

“Gotta have a big and thick cock for this thick, yet incredibly tiny pussy of yours.” Harry groans, pulling your ass apart to watch his cock disappear into you and feeling your narrow walls stretch to fit his cock. 

Once he’s all the way inside of you, Harry is quick to tighten his grip on the flesh of your ass and begins to piston his hips into you from behind. Thrust after thrust he fucks his cock into you, making sure you feel every last inch and every last stroke inside of you. Both you and Harry were moaning uncontrollably, the both of you still very sensitive from your first releases. You were letting out a perfect mix of cries, moans, and whimpers, every once in a while muffling them by biting into the sheets below you. Unless you asked or begged for it, Harry wasn’t going to go easy on you. So you weren’t surprised with his rough, and very pleasurable thrusts.  They felt so good that you were even becoming a bit lightheaded. This feeling only intensified when Harry laid down on top of you with his mouth right at your ear, whispering the filthiest things and growling into your ear. He was going on and on about how good your pussy was gripping his cock and how he couldn’t wait to make a mess of your insides with his second load cum. He also couldn’t help but to ramble on and on about how puffy your little peach was and how he absolutely loved playing with it. Harry felt like he was in cloud nine. He had his cock buried deep inside your pussy, you were falling apart on him, and he got to listen to your sweet moans, whimpers, and cries along with the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and thighs, and the wet sounds of his cock fucking your pussy. 

Because he was so turned on and desperate to cum again, it wasn’t longer before Harry could feel his second release bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. His hips became a bit staggered as he continued to fuck his cock down into you. He could feel you tightening up around him too and since he wanted the two of you to cum together, Harry pushes a hand down between your body and the bed to squeeze at your fleshy upper mound before pushing it further down towards your clit. 

“Y’cute little button is buried underneath all your meaty pussy baby.” Harry growls into your neck, quickly unearthing your clit and immediately circling it around the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. “Want you t’cum with me baby!” Harry grumbles into your ear as your whimpers intensify. “Can y’do that f’me sweets?” Harry coos, his tone completely juxtaposing the way he’s harshly rubbing at your clit and slamming his hips down into you.

“Mhm! Wanna cum with you!” You cry out to him, feeling the very familiar and overwhelming feeling that came along with your releases. 

“You can do it baby, let go with me!” Harry pants, not being able to hold off any longer. He delivers two final thrusts into you before exploding inside of your warm cunt. And you’re not too far behind, cumming seconds after Harry. You end up squirting for the second time, completely letting go and ending up completely worn out. Harry too was completely worn out with this release milking him for everything he had. It didn’t help that your walls were contracting and quite literally milking his cock. 

But Harry could care less, he’d end up doing just about anything when it came to your puffy little peach. 

Masterlist

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[mooribi]

🎂Poly!Jilix🎂

Pairing: Jisung x Felix x Reader (Poly relationship! Gender neutral reader)

Summary: The boys celebrate your birthday~

Word Count: 987 (in bullet point form)

Genre: fluff!

⇀ A few days leading up to your birthday

⇀ You keep hearing hushed voices around the corner

⇀ But when you turn to see what’s going on

⇀ Jisungs watering the plants with a carton of milk

⇀ While Felix pours water into his cereal

⇀ which… is not subtle one single bit

⇀ But eventually you do over hear what the boys are arguing about:

⇀ What to do for your birthday

⇀ Felix insistently shoves a list of fancy 4 course meal restaurants in Jisung’s face

⇀ Bc what’s a birthday without a fancy dinner!

⇀ And he wants to pamper his bday cutie

⇀ But Jisung argues back with a cozy home celebration;

⇀ Pizza, movie night, hot chocolates, the whole shebang

⇀ bc what’s a birthday without home comfort?

⇀ (you notice their choices are very … them.

⇀ so you note down their ideas for when their bdays comes around)

⇀ You try not to ears-drop after finding out it’s planning for your bday

⇀ and by the time your birthday ends you realise they had compromised.

⇀ You’re woken up with gentle kisses on your cheeks

⇀ Soft joyous murmurs of “happy birthday” from each of the boys

⇀ And Felix the Angel places a tray of delectable looking food on your lap

⇀ And you can’t help the warm feeling swirling in your chest

⇀ Even if breakfast in bed isn’t a rare occurrence

⇀ (bc your boys are cheesy and soft 24/7)

⇀ It’s still nice to be pampered

⇀ To have someone do something for you to feel special and loved

⇀ And it’s a great opportunity to smear syrup on Jisung’s cheek when he pouts for a bite

⇀ and maybe it begins a good war that most certainly shouldn’t happen in bed

⇀ RIP to whoever has to clean those sheets (spoiler: it’s Jisung after losing in an intense round of Paper-Scissors-Rock

⇀ But let’s be real,

⇀ that game was 100% rigged bc Jisung and Felix weren’t going to let you lose a game of PSR and clean up on your bday)

⇀ Anyway, after that riveting food war you take showers bc ya know

⇀ Y’all are covered in syrup and sticky af

⇀ So you shower and dress in your best comfy-but-stylish clothes

⇀ And the boys obviously shower you in compliments

⇀ Maybe too many bc it’s 15 minutes later then when you planned to leave

⇀ But hey the boys have high standards; a few measly compliments just won’t do

⇀ (And maybe a slight make-out session occurred but nobody has to know)

⇀ So on the bus you go to who knows where

⇀ Bc you have zero clue what the boys had decided on

⇀ And where do the said boys take you?

⇀ An animal cafe

⇀ specifically a dog cafe (or insert whatever animal you love most)

⇀ The cafe you’ve seen and wanted to visit with Jilix but all your schedules clashed

⇀ So to finally get that dog cafe date?

⇀ Truly a gift

⇀ God you love these boys

⇀ The second you enter the cafe a dog makes its way to you, tail wagging

⇀ It looks so happy that you kinda wanna cry

⇀ seeing Jisung and Felix cuddling with the dogs just makes you wanna cry even more

⇀ after eating the cakes you ordered the boys begin a prompt photoshoot

⇀ bc you aren’t the only one who’s crying at the cuteness overload of their partner cuddling w dogs

⇀ By the time you three leave it’s afternoon

⇀ so you go home to change out of your fur covered clothes

⇀ and recharge with cuddles before you go to dinner

⇀ Unfortunately tho you, Jisung and Felix have to untangle from each other

⇀ Time to head out for dinner!

⇀ The boys take you to a restaurant

⇀ It’s not over the top fancy

⇀ but it’s not some tiny hole in the wall restaurant either

⇀ It was perfect

⇀ As you all go to sit down at your table,

⇀ Felix the Angel pulls out your chair with an adorable grin

⇀ You smile at the endearing joy the freckled boy shows when he pushes your chair in

⇀ Then Jisung the Dork holds an arm over his stomach as he exaggeratedly bows, welcoming them like some fancy waiter

⇀ He picks up the napkin and flicks it open,

⇀ holding the cloth pinched between his fingers, with pinkies raised, he delicately places it onto your lap

⇀ You and Felix furiously giggle at his antics

⇀ Jisung grins as he sits

⇀ Dinner flashes by in a happy blur

⇀ When you arrive home you all change into your pyjamas and climb into bed

⇀ Before snuggling up to them you gently hold each of the boys’ cheeks

⇀ and press a soft kiss to their lips, murmuring a soft thank you

⇀ they grin and kiss you back just as softly and in love

⇀ You had enjoyed the day so much

⇀ Cherished every second you spent with them

⇀ Loved every little (and large) gift they gave you throughout the day

⇀ Your favourite gift tho?

⇀ The bedtime cuddles

⇀ And yes,

⇀ you get cuddles every day bc

⇀ cmon

⇀ it’s Jilix

⇀ But to be wrapped up in their arms, warm and cosy and safe in bed

⇀ That is always the best

⇀ When Jisung softly sings a cheesy love song while running his fingers through your hair

⇀ while Felix he smudges his face into your neck,

⇀ layering soft lazy kisses onto your skin

⇀ The languid murmurs of ‘I love you’s as you drift to sleep

⇀ happily smushed in between the two boys

⇀ That will always be the best gift

~by Tokki

#Stray Kids #Han Jisung #Lee Felix #Jilix #Stray Kids poly #Stray Kids x Reader #Jisung x Reader #Han Jisung x Reader #Felix x Reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #Stray Kids Fic #Fluff #Stray Kids fluff #Stray Kids scenarios #SKZ #i saw poly jilix and came out of my writing coma

[nari-nim]

yeosang as your boyfriend

nari note: kicking off the bf series with this king. who do you want to see next? creds for gif goes to @holy-yeosang​

Let’s be honest, you might have to make the first move with him

But it’s worth it because yeosang is actually such boyfriend material

He takes comfort in established familiarity and warm-heartedness, so likes taking things slow and understanding your personality more than anything

Shy boi at first even as y’all are dating

It can take a long time to reach the point he’s super comfortable. 

But please be patient with him because he really has super intense and strong feelings for you

Super playful and chaotic once he feels max comfortable around you!!

Type to be quiet around others but then rambles nonstop with you. Would be so funny too, he has so many hot takes he was holding in 

Can be unpredictable, but not in a bad way! 

More like he just stares at you in such a straight face until you get slightly worried, but he just feeds you three pocky sticks, kisses your lips as you are munching in confusion, and then leaves

Also please he’s so funny??? Like it’s not the type of humor like Wooyoung who just is so loud and makes everyone laugh, but the type where he makes such snarky or intellectual jabs at the situation/those around him

So it just ends up with the two of your snickering on the side

So many inside jokes

So much laughter, always 

Definitely the type to tease you as his form of flirting

Enjoys personal attention and lots of eye contact when talking about literally anything that comes to mind

Really likes just sitting with you somewhere cozy and talking about life for hours and hours on end

Once he’s comfortable, he’s actually so adorably expressive and unafraid to return PDA

While he may struggle with emotional expression at times, physical affection can stand in loving words for him

While not as touchy as San or Wooyoung, he isn’t afraid to have the two of you be in your own world

Sits close to you at any given opportunity and quietly takes care of you

Like offering you snacks first, moves your hair behind your ears, urges you to wrap you arms around his, gives you his jacket

He’s the type to love you quietly

Actions speak louder than words, and his actions are so incredibly thoughtful and attentive

For example, he may not be tripping over himself to tell you just how much he loves you 24/7 but he never fails to open soft drinks for you after the one time your nail broke in front of him when you tried to pry the metal tab open, he literally ignores the group chat but makes sure he bids you good morning and good night because he’s seen how happy they make you feel, etc

Ok but he is so kind even if he rarely voices it. You can absolutely count on him to be there for emotional and practical support whenever it’s needed.

Very trusting in the relationship

He is really understanding of you having friends/a life outside of him so he’s less likely to get jealous

Really rational in disagreements

Sometimes it can get hard to read his expressions, so it’s important you both learn to communicate a lot to keep the relationship healthy! He’s actually really good at voicing his thoughts and opinions well once he has the space to do so

Values reciprocation

Will do aegyo to make you blush or sway things in his favor. And then will proceed to hide his face immediately after

please he is Adorable

You’re his hype man. He will also then get super shy, but loves every single second of it. Secretly wants you to hype him up nonstop

I think he secretly really enjoys words of affirmation as his primary love language (receiving).

Compliments can be a little rare from him, so when he does compliment you, you know he really means it!! 

And he will roast you

Sometimes, he has his fun by occasionally starting some verbal sparring followed by intense making up. 

Like he’ll choose a topic and say something so wild about it just to see your expression. Pushes your buttons a little before either one of you has to shut the other up through a make out session or a bet

Just very trustworthy, loyal, loving and faithful as a whole uwu

NSFW after this

With that being said, he’s a switch

I don’t see power play being as big of deal for him tbh, he likes to go with the flow with what you both feel like during the moment

literally his preference to dom or sub may actually depend on you and the dynamic of the relationship

when he’s dom, he’s soft or hard depending on the mood as well

but ngl I’m leaning on that hard dom agenda

Sex with him can start out a bit vanilla at first

He’s so careful and wants you to be comfy :’)

But give it a few rounds and lots of communication, his kinky ass will take over

Takes a lot of joy in pleasing you, and can take this to an extreme where he just wants to watch you cum again and again and again from his touch

Um can be a bit of a sadist 

Type to ask you if it hurts while overstimulating you and says “good” when you moan in affirmation 

Secretly has a thing to see you cry 

Also really likes edging

He likes driving you so desperate to the point you’re begging him to let you cum

As you’re reaching and moaning for him he’ll say in a teasing tone “oh really, what do you want? You want my cock? Hm? Is that it?” 

Just to hear your pleady whines

That mocking tone will send shivers down anyone’s spine 

Oh My God you cannot tell me he won’t have a degradation kink (giving)

Also the type to be like “use your words” while he’s going down on you and then proceed to suck your clit extra hard, making you unable to form coherent sounds through your loud moans. It then becomes his excuse to edge you for yet another round because you didn’t use your words, did you?

Whew, anyways

Grab onto his biceps while he rails into you and notice how they flex underneath you as he starts pounding harder in response

Likes to show off his gains by pushing you up against a wall 

Also likes it when you top him

Likes hearing you really vocal, even though he’s more on the quieter side when he isn’t dirty talking

Usually just groans when hitting an extra sensitive spot or when you give a particularly good blowjob that day

Likes having you go down on him as foreplay, but prefers penetration as an end goal

Into the classic missionary and launchpad positions so he can see your expression clearly as he overstimulates/edges you

Likes seeing you look up at him through those teary eyes <3

But also very into doggy style

Likes fucking you into the sheets in general, so any position adjacent to that is on his favorites list

um his fingering game is so strong

In the mornings, likes slowly fucking you from behind while spooning you so he can also grab onto your tits or play with your clit

His end goal always is to make you feel so fucking good, it just manifests differently than service tops like Seonghwa or Yunho

Very private about your sex life and not into public sex at all

Possessive in that way. Only he can touch you like that, see you like that, hear your moans like that, etc

Likes hearing you confirm that 

“Only I can make you scream like this”

“Who fucks you this good, huh?”

“C’mon, say it louder.” 

Has one hell of a degradation kink (giving) me thinks

Likes it when you talk back, lowkey likes brat taming when he’s in a dom mood

But does like teasing you in public and keeping it like that until you both find a bedroom, gets off on the idea of you both having to hide your neediness in public

Very little people expect that from just seeing you both together in regular settings 

But little do they know despite the two of you innocently sitting together eating brunch with the team, leaving a few inches for jesus, y’all just had the freakiest sex before getting there. Like you’re literally shifting around in your seat as the soreness kicks in, and Yeosang is smirking ever so slightly at your discomfort

Will rest a heavy head on your upper thigh for a few seconds, brushing his pinky finger against your clothed clit through the thin fabric of your outfit, as he reaches for the bread basket 

Likes hearing that little gasp leaving your lips

Knows he’s leaving you very frustrated and will use that to his advantage later

The whole time, he has the most innocent, fair expression on his face

when he’s a sub tho?

similar vibes. wants you to feel good. 

Still wants to dirty talk, but it’s far more subservient now

one quick way to get him into subspace

if you push him far enough, then he’s so pouty and clingy and fucking cute

It’s so rare to see him like this but always such a treat

favorite positions is to have you ride him and he’ll play with your tits

or he’s still fucking you into the sheets but you are 100% in control

Just imagine him all whiny and teary as he fucks into you, begging you to let him cum as your clench your walls purposely around him, making him yelp as he tries to still his shaking thighs to wait for your signal

actually can be quite obedient as a sub

truly will do his best to be your good boy 

Anyways, aftercare is pretty good with him. He’s very caring and gentle and checks in a lot with you (he better, usually he fucks quite a few rounds out of you)

If he’s fucked out tho, make sure he is also taken care of! As a sub, he follows your orders so well so he’ll probably fall asleep so fast after intensely cumming for the nth time 

At the very least wipes you both down clean with a warm washcloth and kisses you to sleep

Likes spooning you at the end :’)

give him his cuddles </3

masterlist

#ateez #ateez yeosang #yeosang #yeosang smut #ateez yeosang smut #ateez yeosang imagines #ateez yeosang fluff #kang yeosang #ateez yeosang scenarios #ateez yeosang headcanon #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez yeosang as your boyfriend #yeosang fluff #yeosang headcanon #kang yeosang smut #yeosang imagines #yeosang headcanons