#in which case hands off of this one you're being greedy he's not FOR you

[nautilusopus]

if you can't handle Cloud at his Washes His Hair With Men's 12-in-1, you don't deserve him at his Gender

#i'm right #if you can't accept he canonically ate dog food you don't actually like the character sorry you just like generic androgynous blond twinks #in which case hands off of this one you're being greedy he's not FOR you #there's loads of those #squid alienates vii fans

[suguruspit]

begging for you

18+ MDNI!! // Choso x reader, vampire!Choso

cw; blood mention (vamp related not graphic!), begging, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation (choso)

summary: after intense battles choso needs to replenish blood, something he finds no particular pleasure in until he finds you. he makes sure you get something out of it, and he loves you. <3

Choso was a patient man- half man? He still wasn’t sure what he technically classed as, as if it mattered. Being born to a half curse had its side-effects, not to mention existing as a cursed womb death painting for over a hundred years before being able to stretch his legs. His brothers manifested in ways that made them outwardly more ‘cursed’, whereas he seemed to have settled into his body quite well. 

Noritoshi Kamo possessed the Blood Manipulation technique, it was inherited and therefore part of the body, meaning Kenjaku had been able to pass it down to him. Blood Manipulation, as it seems, is a lot more complicated than simply telling your blood where to go. Using blood in battle has its setbacks, and if the opponent is smart, they won’t let the fluid return to your body. 

Which means, in short, Choso needs to replenish it in less than conventional ways. 

There’s the traditional blood bags which he used to get Kechizu to steal off the back of the transportation vans, preying on smaller animals which tasted rotten and gamey, or… feeding off of humans. 

Choso likes humans, they can be misguided and psychopathic but that's the minority of them, and he’s half-human himself so he has a sense of some connection to them, which means he doesn’t prefer the final method as it isn’t in his ideals to harm another human when there isn’t necessity to do so. 

Unfortunately, though, it happens to be the best way to replenish his blood and feed his strength after battle. What’s fortunate, though, is he met you. Who doesn’t seem to mind this affliction of his at all.

However, as patient as he is, as intelligent as he is, when it comes to you that just isn't the case/

"Fuck," Choso breathes, taking in the sight below him. You were both on your bed because it was twice the size of the one Jujutsu Tech gave him. Your hair was fanned out across the pillows, legs spread with your knees half up as you caught your breath. "S'good for me."

You whine, hands covering your eyes in embarrassment as Choso just hovers above you, staring, admiring his handy work. Pink, angry marks shiny with spit were dotted across your thighs and stomach, leading up to your chest where they tapered off into nip marks instead.

Choso can never get enough. He's greedy, he knows that he just doesn't deserve any of this but you're here, you're with him. So perfect, angelic, his savior.

"Cho?" You ask quietly, not wanting to spook him out of whatever he's got on his mind, but your thighs are grinding together and you can feel your own slick sticking them together. "You okay baby?"

"Can I touch you?" Choso answers in a whisper, hands ghosting above your breasts as his scar starts to leak pin-pricks of blood on his nose as he gets flustered.

"You already have been," You laugh breathlessly, but you take his hand anyway and guide it to your chest, letting out a quiet moan as he squeezes gently, smoothing his thumb over the soft flesh of it.

He leans down before taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently, his eyes rolling back at the noises you make for him. He ruts his hips against the sheets and whines around his mouthful, making you bite your lip so hard you taste blood.

"Fuck, don't," Choso whines, his cool forehead leaning against the warmth of your stomach. His hand is moving quickly beneath you, and you feel heat stir in you at the realisation of what that means.

Your blood hangs in the air, a scent of metal and arousal, and Choso begs you to let him have it, let him earn it.

This leads to him desperately eating you out, tongue lapping up every trace of your taste that he can, whining whilst he does it and humping the mattress. Choso loves tasting you, something about it is so addicting, and he can't decide if he loves that more or the refreshing blood that flows through your veins, the blood that spills out fresh and warm onto his tongue when he bites down as you flutter around him.

Just the thought of it has him panting on to you, he sits up to press a thumb to your clit, rubbing gentle circles as he grunts above you, spilling his own release onto the bed.

You laugh breathlessly in between moans as you feel that familiar coil of heat in your stomach, and your thighs twitch at each circle of his fingers. Always so eager to please you he can never last.

"You're so beautiful," Choso moans out, cheeks pink and scar open and flowing now. He's rutting into the air, before he looks at you and lets his fangs drop so that they're denting his bottom lip. "Can I? I'll be good, I promise, princess. I'll be good for you."

You spread your legs with a groan, reaching out to take his hand as he frames over you, holding your hand and pushing inside, both of you groaning at the stretch.

"Oh god," Choso whimpers, hand gripping yours like his life depends on it. Blood from his nose drips onto your chest and flows like a slowing river down your stomach to join the mess you're both making. "You're so perfect."

"Fuck, Cho," You whimper. He's so big and the burning stretch as he starts a rhythm is just so good. He's so beautiful like this, thin bangs sticking to him with sweat and cheeks flushed a pretty pink making his nose scar stand out with a beautiful crimson. "So good for me, won't last baby, wanted you too much." You confess, hoping he can feel how desperate you really are, your slick already dripping on the bed and mixing with his come from earlier and that trail of blood.

Choso whines, rutting his hips into you, his rhythm failing slightly as you tighten around him. So close. He pants, before biting his lip and doubling his efforts, hips snapping and fucking into you roughly as you cry out against the pillows.

His index finger finds your clit again, sliding as your slick makes it slippery and wet. That band is getting tighter and tighter, but he hasn't bitten you yet, and you know that's what he needs.

"Cho, baby," You pant out, your hand reaches out to brush against his lips, catching his fangs slightly at the with-draw, making him whine and stutter his hips. "M'close, bite me, please, need you to." It's more of an incoherent babble, but you know he must get the message because he closes his eyes, tears leaking out from overstimulation before he finally leans down into your neck.

You can feel the tears drip down and cool your hot skin, and you bite your lip in anticipation. You really wanted to wait, to make the whole thing longer but you were so so close you felt like crying yourself, he was hitting all the right spots with such confidence and still abusing your clit which hurt just right.

"Can I?" Choso begs against your neck, breath ghosting against your jugular and you feel feverish. He's close, leaking impossibly inside you as he asks your permission. "Please, can't wait. Please."

"Yes!" You cry out, feeling yourself slip over that supernova of an edge, your walls flutter around him, pulling him in even tighter as your release coats him, creamy and wet and making you so tight that Choso sobs out against your neck.

His tongue teases your neck, following your vein before he lets out a prayer and a thank you and finally, finally, sinks his teeth into your warm and waiting flesh.

You gasp and whimper as it sets of a second wave of your orgasm, and you feel your vision go white. Choso is groaning and sobbing as he sucks your blood into his waiting mouth, his hips snapping up twice before he's coming hard, his hips humping you almost as it comes and comes. You feel it flowing down your thighs and your eyes slip close as you just let him have his way, knowing how much better he's going to feel in a minute.

It's not like you don't get anything out of this. Secretly, you hope he's off on another mission soon if it means this is the gift you get on his return.

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sorry that i dropped a singular fic and left for months I was getting over my embarrasment

#choso x reader #choso smut #jjk smut #fem reader #x reader #vampire choso #jjk x reader #idk how to tag #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo smut

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

TW: SOMNOPHILIA (READER GAVE THEIR CONSENT AT AN EARLIER TIME)

Aaron can't take his mind off of you the entire way home from a week long case in Portland. That's seven long days and nights he's had to make do with his fist and a bottle of lotion, just imagining it was you. You've been working night shifts and weren't able to facetime with him like you usually would when he''s away and you're both feeling needy.

He drops his go-bag at the door of your shared apartment, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes, leaving a trail of clothing towards the bedroom. After 7 night shifts in a row this week, there's no doubt in Aaron's mind about just where he'll find you, it's 3am and he knows how hard you have to try to change your sleeping schedule after a week like this. He breathes out a sigh of relief at the sight of your sleeping form, buried under the covers in the middle of the bed, you're face down, with your nose buried in his pillow, no doubt breathing in his scent, letting it comfort you in his absence.

You left the nightlights in the hall and at the foot of the bed on for him, and his heart warms at just how thoughtful you are of him stumbling around in the dark. But the warmth in his chest is nothing compared to the heat in his cheeks after he has shed the rest of his suit and peeled back the layers of blankets over you to reveal your beautiful ass, covered only by a thin pair of lace panties, and positioned perfectly for him to admire it.

He feels himself pitching a tent in his boxers as he recalls a conversation the two of you had quite early in your relationship, about how you wouldn't mind the other person waking you however they deemed appropriate, or them using you however they need to. He sits back on his haunches behind you in the bed and palms himself at the thought of bring inside of you, finally inside of you after seven long days. He knows this can't wait til the morning, the weariness deep in his bones nothing compared to the fire now burning in his belly as he runs his hand over your thigh, checking how deeply you're sleeping. He slinks back to the doorway where he had discarded his tie, taking it back to the bed and tying your wrists gently together behind your back. Not tight enough to hurt, but certainly enough to hold them together.

He sheds himself of the last layer of clothing, hissing when his strained cock hits his stomach, snapping free from his waistband. He knows exactly how he's going to take you.

He drops to his elbows, making just enough space between your legs for him to lay behind you, and he licks a long stripe up your slit, from your clothed clit all the way up to your hole. He feels his hips move against the bed of their own volition as he gets his first taste of you, even through your panties. He loses his control then, quick to pull your panties down your legs, leaving them around one ankle in his hurry to taste you properly, like a man starved.

He starts slowly, suckling and nibbling at your clit and your folds, before you start shifting against him in your sleep, which only stirs him on. He uses his hands to spread you open so he can dive in, his tongue exploring everywhere it can reach inside of you. When he feels your walls start constricting around his tongue he knows you're close and he moans, loudly. The deep sound causing further vibrations throughout your body as your arms start moving above him, your fingertips finding his hair as you awake with a series of groans. Your sounds only cause Aaron's hips to start grinding against the bed as he continues his onslaught on your pussy.

Aaron knows you, and he can tell from your writhing that you're close but you need more, so he runs his fingers through your slick, coating his digits before he slips one into your greedy cunt. You let out a long moan as he adds a second, and begins curling them against you. He's very upset that all your sounds are being muffled by the pillow you're pressing your face into but his disappointment is countered when you manage to grab at his hair, tugging it. He speeds up his frenzied attack with his mouth and fingers working in tandem to bring you to the edge, before he replaces his fingers with his tongue once more, bringing his thumb to circle your clit furiously, his attempts to reach deeper into you are only causing the tip of his nose to toy playfully with your ass. This causes your grip on his hair to border on painful as you scream into your pillow, pulling at his roots, and he can taste your release on his tongue.

He rides you out through the waves of your orgasm before he pulls back, panting, and only now realising how badly he's strained his jaw in his attempts to lap up every drop of your slick. Now that he's sure you're ready, he kneels again, shuffling up behind you and using his mess covered hand to pump his leaking cock, knowing he doesn't need any more lubrication, having already coated his entire chin and nose in your juices.

He picks your hips up, sliding his pillow underneath you, so that you're at a higher angle for him, as he comes up behind you, peppering your back with kisses on his way up. He still has the full body urge to pound you into the mattress just so he can feel your vice grip on his cock once more, but now that you're awake he wants to make sure you're okay with this.

"What a way to wake a girl up, Aaron. Welcome home indeed." You laugh, as his stubble tickles at your neck, and he places kisses behind your ear.

"I've been thinking about stuffing you full of my cock for over 180 hours now, but who's counting?" Your hips stir at both his raspy, horny, sleep deprived voice in your ears and at the thought of his leaking cock finally making its home in your cunt once again.

"Well, don't stop on my account, please. Take everything you need." Aaron can feel your arms trying to free themselves from his tie but he needs no further encouragement as he pumps his cock once, twice more, lining it up with your entrance before he pauses to tease your clit with his head, flicking it and collecting the last dripping beads of your slick on his shaft. He hears you almost whimper in anticipation, but he can't hear you clearly enough. He tugs on your tied wrists, pulling you back against him so your face is off the pillow.

"Be sure to let me hear you, little girl. You know how daddy feels about you voicing your pleasure, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes, sir, just please, please fuck me already!" You practically cry, and Aaron knows he's done for, as if he could ever say no to you.

In one swift motion, he begins burying himself to the hilt, letting out a rather loud groan at the feeling of your hot, wet, spasming pussy stretching to accomodate his size, like always. He keeps one hand gripping at your wrists as his other hand takes you by the hip, pulling to ensure he's as deep as he can reach, allowing you just a minute to adjust before he starts moving, slowly at first. But hard thrusts, making sure the very tip of his dick collides beautifully with your g-spot each time. He feels your walls clench around him when he does and he knows he's not going to last very long at all, so he'd better make this worthwhile. He speeds up, pulling out to the last inch before pounding his length back into you, hearing a whine escape your mouth each time he buries himself inside you.

He's close, too close, after a week of fucking his fist with nothing but the topless polaroid he keeps of you in his wallet to help him, he's completely drowning in the pleasure of the real thing, of your tight pussy clamping down around his throbbing cock. He pulls your wrists further back against him, using his hand under your hip to guide your torso to be pushing back against his, now sitting back on your knees, he's almost fucking up into you now, letting gravity do his back a favour by pulling you back down on top of him after each thrust. Now, his free hand snakes around to your clit, quickly starting to rub tight circles on it in the way he knows will always get your thighs rubbing together in no time. The sounds in the room can only be described as pornographic, his balls clapping against your folds and the wet squelch of your mixed pleasure each time he stuffs you with his cock.

You're quick to release a string of curses along with Aaron's name as he can feel every vein in his neck straining, he must be practically purple trying to not spill his seed until you've cum around his cock once more. He feels your telltale bucking of your hips as the first wave of your second orgasm washes over you and he lets out a massive breath, before almost screaming your name as his thrusts become messier and his spasming cock paints your insides with hot white ropes of his cum.

It takes him almost two minutes to regain the ability to breathe and speak, and as the sound of thrumming blood in his ears gives way to normal sound, he can hear your sweet voice soothing him, telling him what a good boy he is and how well he did for you. He can feel your poor hands still pinned between the two of you playing with the hair beneath his belly button, making him realise he still needs to help you out. He unties your wrists, apologising for being so lost in his own pleasure that your poor shoulders must be aching.

"It's okay, Aaron, I was too far gone to even feel anything straining."

"Good, that's good." he says quietly, still clearly frazzled from just how hard his orgasm had hit him. He's softening inside you as he moves the two of you to lay on your side, and he pulls out. With a kiss on your shoulder, he pads off to the bathroom, returning with two wet washcloths. One to clean the growing sticky messes between both of your thighs and another for his face, still coated in your slick.

He discards the washcloths back by the basin and crawls into bed, caging you in his arms and declaring that he will never ever let you work that many night shifts in a row again, he just misses you too much. You can only form half the words to assure him you missed him every bit as much, as your sentence trails off and you drift back to your slumber, now much more content, sleeping in his arms.

This post is nsfw minors DNI****

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for a good while and I didn't know how to respond to it. So I have decided not to add anything because this is just an entire smut fic on its own.

I'll add warnings but of course I can't add the read more feature.

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), reader is tied, masturbation, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13 @randomuserrs

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

#rome🌞 #aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #hotch x female reader #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x you #aaron hotchner smut #hotch smut #hotch🌜 #mon answers🩷

[ddejavvu]

hey!! i saw your post about step dad hotch… I AM RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. i wanted to share this idea i had in case you have the time and interest to write it: (somno + very light breeding in here too) reader is sleeping on her stomach in her room and aaron had a long day at the office (daddy works hard) and needs to relieve some stress, maybe reader’s mom is asleep or out of town, so he comes in her room, takes off his suit jacket off and neatly folds it on a dresser, ROLLS HIS SLEEVES UP, and then crawls on her bed and straddles the backs of her thighs, yada yada this is where you work your magic, then before he leaves he pushes his cum back into her where it was leaking out maybe murmurs something about it being “where it belongs”. idk if the reader would wake up or not but i would be super grateful if you have the chance to write this #WELOVEYOUSTEPDADHOTCH

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

!!!!!!!! so this is consensual somno for those concerned, but still dark (consensual free use agreement), so don't like, don't read.

There's only one thing on Aaron's mind as he pulls into the garage, clicking the door sensor so that it lowers behind his car: you. Your mother is away for the week on business, though he's almost certain she's messing around with her secretary, so he'd proposed an arrangement with you.

Since you're not often able to be together whenever you want, typically hiding away or keeping quiet, Aaron suggested that you took up a free use agreement. You hadn't quite understood at first, but as he'd explained the concept to you, your thighs had clenched, and he knew he had you. Eagerly you'd accepted his offer, waiting with growing anticipation for when he'd need to use you.

Pity you wouldn't be awake to appreciate the first time.

Aaron doesn't even bother taking his jacket off, socked feet pounding against the carpeted stairs towards your room. Your door is left open only a few inches, and even though he knows your mother won't be home for days, he shuts and locks it after he steps in.

You're a vision, splayed out on your stomach, cheek pressed into your pillow. It means that the sleep shorts you have on are not only on display, but they're riding up to showcase the globes of your ass.

Peeling them off is easy, and Aaron sheds his own clothing, jacket draped neatly over your dresser. You don't wake at the sound of the button hitting the wood, and he rolls his sleeves up quietly.

He takes more time with your panties than your shorts, pressing one of his long, thick fingers against your slit. He makes sure to put the most pressure against your clit, the tip of his finger nudging it. It twitches under his touch, and he smiles to himself.

You don't stir as the mattress dips, Aaron's knees on either side of your thighs. You don't wake at the sound of his belt unbuckling either, or at the feeling of your panties being peeled away from your pussy.

His cock lays heavy and thick in his hand, hardening by the second as his eyes roam your figure. Your ass is bared, and the smallest glimpse of your pussy peeks out from beneath your curves.

Aaron slots his cock under your ass, pressing it just like he had his finger up to your slit. You shift at the warmth, brows furrowing ever so slightly. Then he slides a hand beneath your ass, prodding gently at the lips of your cunt and spreading them to allow for easy access. Normally, he'd watch, riveted, as your greedy cunt swallowed his cock. But because you're on your stomach, he can't, so he guides with his fingers instead. it means that, not only do you have his thick digits pressing at your core, but his cock, too, which slides in with surprising ease. Apparently you're even easier to work up when you're sleeping than when you're awake, which is saying something considering last night's makeout session had you dripping.

"Good," He breathes, voice no more than a whisper in the darkness of your room, "Good job, sweetheart."

What he's praising you for is, of course, nothing. You don't move, you don't whine, you don't delay his pleasure in the slightest. It's like you know you're meant for his cock, lying there and taking it without a hitch.

When he ruts into you, his hips give it steam he hadn't meant to. It means that you rock forwards slightly, head bumping the headboard. He dips down, still slowly getting a pace set, and kisses your cheek where it's facing him on your pillow.

"Sorry, angel." He murmurs, tilting his head to rest his forehead against your heated skin, "You're okay."

The more he dotes on you, kisses to your jaw, nose nuzzled into your cheek, a hand steadying your hips as they shake, the harder it gets to restrain himself. Until finally, he's jackhammering into you, concern for your sleep schedule be damned. He needs you, and he needs you now.

"Shhh," He rasps, watching your eyelids flutter momentarily, "S'okay, honey, 's just me."

He's not sure if you really register the situation, because you don't force yourself awake to enjoy it. The soothing sound of his voice must have had you drowsy again, because no sooner have your eyes drifted open than they shut again, a soft whine spilling from between your dewy lips.

He finishes with a deep, throaty groan, muffled through gritted teeth into the skin of your neck. He kisses up the side of your throat on the way back up, then catches your lips.

"Thank you, honey." He croons, nudging his nose against a flyaway hair and tucking it away from your face, "You make the perfect toy."

When he pulls out, his cum oozes from your cunt, threatening to spill over your sheets. He rushes to plug you with his fingers, reaching for your panties amidst your tossing and turning. Or, attempted tossing and turning.

"Hold still, baby," He coos, dark eyes meeting your drowsy ones as you peer blearily up at him in the dark, "Everything's okay. Just cashing in on our agreement. That okay?"

You nod, somewhat uncoordinatedly, "Thanks, Aaron."

"Thank you, sweetheart," He slips your panties over your legs, and you let him clothe you after he pulls his fingers out. He gives a soft pat to your mound, "There, right where it belongs. Now go back to sleep," He murmurs, leaning down to kiss you, and in doing so, pressing his cum-stained fingers against your jaw, "And tomorrow, you can be awake for everything I do to you."

#dark mei #stepdad!hotch #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut

[thvalentin]

idk man its taexreader tho

— BLUE ROCKET; thv

genre: smut straightforward

pairing: rocker!tae & groupie!reader

warnings: idk. strap in.

note: i lost half of this and stopped cause it pissed me off so bad,, i posted already saying if yall like ill finish it,, but uhm. yea it was a heat of the moment thing lol.

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taehyung's concert had just ended and you were waiting next to his dressing room... just to give him his guitar that he left at your apartment the night before simply cause he asked otherwise you would've kept it.

staring at your manicured nails you barely notice him marching towards you in his loud platform boots, leather jacket with nothing underneath and his way too tight skinny jeans, "you." he points his black polished finger at you causing you to point at yourself with wide eyes, "yea, you." he takes you by your collar and you almost drop the guitar case of the ground as he pulls you into the dressing room so rough you choke being close lined by your own shirt.

"i br-"

"shut up, take your clothes off." he growls disappears behind another door, you can hear things shuffle around, but you're stuck on his words. now you know taehyung... if you didn't do as he asked you'd have a very rough night, but even if you did he wouldn't be gentle. that's not taehyung. hes a rough lover, leaving you aching and bruised every time he touched you, but you felt so blessed when he did. you worship the ground he walks on, you would never say it out loud, but he's your sole reason for living. he's the air you breathe, the beating in your heart— you can't live without him. so you strip out of pure desire to please him. leaving only your cute little panties on. you sit on your knees and wait patiently so good so obedient just the way he likes you. you can hear him cursing stuff still being tossed around, he's obviously not had a goodnight and you need to make it better— your job clear to you now.

soon enough taehyung emerges his jacket gone, exposing his lean abdomen. he didn't have abs or anything like that, just his soft tummy with his happy trail that ran from his belly button to below the waistband of his pants— eying him as he comes towards you with a carnal desire swirling with his irritation in those dark, sinister eyes of his. his large palm conjoined to his slender long fingers caress the side of your face and you nuzzle into his touch, you can feel his heart thumping in his wrist such a soothing sensation it shoots through you, "you're going to be good for me hm?" he purrs in a low octave and you nod only to be met with a light smack to your cheek, "i need to hear you."

"yes sir," you whine, "yes, i'ill be good.." you repeat your eyes locked to his, a grin tugging on his lips as he pulls you up to meet them with yours. his hands holding at your waist— he's more greedy than usual like he's trying to eat you up, tugging and biting on your lip pushing your mouth open with his tongue forcing your jaw to slack. your eyes flutter shut, letting him consume you with his slick tongue... hands sliding down your back into your underwear to fondle your backside earning desperate moans from your swollen lips. his lips guiding their way down your jaw, sucking so hard you could feel the blood swell up before he pulls back with a pop— one of his hands, you don't know which one you're too consumed by pleasure, grab your jaw allowing him more access to the trunk of your neck before sinking his canines down earning a loud, choked scream from your dry throat, "fuck tae..." you cry your hands fidgeting restlessly at your side.

"you can touch me." he says his eyes traveling to yours as his mouth clasps around your taught nipple. its as if you've been given permission to touch god himself as your hands grab him wherever you could— pulling at his hair causing his teeth to graze against the tip of your nipple, your breath hitching as supple lips make their way back up to yours. you were already leaking with arousal soaking your panties, but when he towers over you the flood gates open, "what?" he smiles, he knows what, "you like it when i'm in your face?" he leans down his beautifully crafted face dangerously close,

"yes sir.." you whisper just before he takes your lips again hoisting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. you can feel his warmth pressed against you, skin to skin. you love this, you love the feeling that pools inside of you when he touches you no matter how rough he is and you love him— you breathe him in so deep. you need more, holding his face with both of your hands a mixture of his and your spit concoct and dribble pathetically down your chin. you pull back both of you breathing heavy as he places you down on the black leather couch. his eyes remnant of a snake as he dips between your legs, using his teeth to tug your soaked underwear over your knees and down your calves. moving himself back up with your panties dangling from his mouth like a wild animal with a carcass, he drops them directly on your lips— taking his pointer and middle finger stuffing them in your mouth with care to make sure you're as quiet as you can get.

making his way back down he plays with the petals of your womanhood, only to bring his fingers to his nose. you can't watch him anymore embarrassed by his primal desire for you, "so fucking good..." he breathes out against your pussy pushing his nose against your pearl tucking his tongue inside of you,

"taehyung oh my god..." your legs threaten to close, but he pushes them open, placing a firm slap against one. reminding you that this isn't about you right now.

#taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung imagine #taehyung smut #bts taehyung #taehyung #kim taehyung #bts smut #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kpop au #kpop smut #kpop imagines #v fanfic #fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you

[bandaged-writer]

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

↠ feat. dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, ranpo edogawa, chuuya nakahara & fyodor dostoevsky

↠ warnings. none!

↠ notes. felt like doing something soft and cute for once ✨

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

Whenever Dazai kisses you behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, he makes sure to tangle you up in a slow and sensual one; one that takes your breath away and leaves your cheeks warm and your heart desiring more.

Dazai tilts his head to the side just before he sneaks his tongue past your lips and draws a low whine out of you. Suckling on the slippery muscle, a pleasant shiver rolls down your spine, your chest heaves with each breath. Kisses like these, they leave you dizzy and intoxicated. "Oh Belladonna! How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you make all these adorable noises just for my ears to hear?!" He's full of playfulness and seriousness all at once and it gives you whiplash.

Dazai is a selfish, greedy man and he just so happens to want your kisses the most.

𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗔 𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗢

Even Kunikida's ideal kiss is written in the little notebook he carries with him, but no amount of preparation could've prepared him for the beating heart, sweaty palms and rosy cheeks whenever he as much as pecks you on the lips. His kisses are short for the sake of his tight schedule, so it's no surprise when his lips briefly connect to yours. A playful pout of disappointment graces your lips.

"Don't look so disappointed. You'll..get a proper one when I'm home." Kunikida tries to act cool, but the thought of a lingering kiss flusters him and the red on his cheeks is evidence of it.

"You better not break your promise!" Your smile reaches your eyes before you drop Kunikida off at work and leave a quick kiss on his cheek as a final parting gift.

𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗣𝗢 𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔

Ranpo's kisses always taste of candy and boyish joy whenever his lips find yours. After a case in the outskirts of Yokohama in which the murderer refused to confess his deeds, although Ranpo had long since caught him, the detective wandered through the thinning streets.

The sun is setting when Ranpo suddenly stops praising himself, smacks his hat on the top of your head and presses a kiss against your unexpecting lips. "W-what was that for?," you ask, a bit perplexed by the sudden, but very much welcomed, display of affection.

"For being the world's best detective's guide, of course!," Ranpo stated matter-of-factly with his arms confidently crossed behind his head. "A detective is only worth so much when he can't arrive at the scene of crime, so..I just," Ranpo trails off and takes on a more relaxed stance. "Thank you, [Name]."

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

As much as Chuuya likes to kiss the skin along your neck or the back of your hand, nothing beats sharing a kiss between a few glasses of wine after a job well-done. Once you're done telling him about your day, Chuuya cups your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss; for several ones.

In-between, you can't help the giggles bubbling in the back of your throat, yet you happily indulged the mafioso to his heart's content. "You're extra affectionate today, aren't you?"

Chuuya breaks the kiss, enough for his eyes to bore into yours, enough for his lips to teasingly brush over yours as he speaks. "I had to endure the entire day without you by my side and that's the reaction I get? I must say, I'm somewhat disappointed."

"Oh, shut up and come here." A delicate finger hooks itself into Chuuya's choker, pulls him in and in an instant, his lips are where they're supposed to be: lovingly on yours, basking in the feeling of your skin on his.

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗩𝗦𝗞𝗬

Receiving a kiss from Fyodor is as rare as spotting a shooting star on a cloudy night and truly a privilege for he doesn't feel the need to kiss you often. The things he does for you speak louder than any kiss ever would, he thinks.

But on days where the rain comes down a little too hard and a blanket of gloom wraps itself around you, Fyodor beckons you to come closer. "Care to tell me what happened, rodnaya?" He tilts his head and when you pour your bleeding heart out to Fyodor with tears threatening to roll down your cheeks, he can't help but want to make you feel better.

Cool, slender fingers cup your cheeks and before you can fully grasp the situation, Fyodor kisses you ever-so-softly. Your eyes widen in surprise, but your heart feels full and warm once Fyodor pulls away and caresses the skin of your cheeks with a gentleness that only you would get to see.

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Part 2

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(I couldn't watch anymore, so I forced him to go out, but maybe it was none of my business.)

Kate: "Sorry for being selfish."

Elbert: "No."

Elbert looked around the courtyard and let out a breath.

Elbert: "I just realized I'm having trouble breathing, too."

Elbert: "Thank you."

Kate: "My pleasure."

(Thank goodness. I think his expression softened a bit.)

I felt a rumbling in my stomach as I felt relieved.

Elbert: "Are you hungry?"

Kate: "It looks like it."

(T-This is embarrassing.)

Kate: "I should've brought some food before we snuck out. That was careless of me."

I smiled to hide my embarrassment, and he gently held his palm toward me.

Elbert: "Want some?"

Kate: "What?"

A beautiful package sat in the palm of his hand.

When I opened it, I found an orangette coated with dark chocolate.

Elbert: "That caught my eye as we were leaving the hall."

(Does that mean he likes it?)

(If that's the case...)

Kate: "Thank you. Since we're lovers, let's have a halfsies."

Elbert: "Huh?"

I divided the orangette into two, struggling a bit to tear off the orange peel.

Kate: "Which one do you want?"

When I offered it to him in my palm, he looked at the orangette and stared into my eyes.

Elbert: "The one that is yours."

Kate: "Huh?"

Elbert: "I want the one you will choose.”

(It feels weird when he says it like that. It's like we're really lovers.)

(I know we're just "pretending," but if he keeps this up, I'll get the wrong idea.)

I calmed my clamoring chest and offered him the one with lots of chocolate.

Kate: "Here, take this one, then."

Elbert: "Thanks."

We both savored the sweet and bitter orangette.

My racing heartbeat refused to slow down, so I looked around the garden for a distraction.

Kate: "Hey, look. There's a birdcage on display."

Inside the birdcage, a beautiful parrot with blue feathers was quietly resting.

Elbert: "I want that one."

Kate: "That parrot? Why?"

Elbert: "It's on display because it's beautiful. So I want that one."

(He wants it because it’s beautiful?)

According to the information about Elbert’s curse that Victor gave me, he has the curse of the Greedy Queen.

He collects art, jewelry, and sometimes even rocks in the hope of acquiring the most beautiful thing in the world.

(I've been thinking about it ever since I read that one.)

(I can understand if he only likes beautiful things, but to want something so vague as “the best in the world”?)

(Plus, I don’t get how a rock could be the best thing in the world.)

Kate: “How can you be awed by something so beautiful?”

Elbert: “Because...”

Elbert: “Because I have to have it for a reason.”

Kate: “Reason?”

Elbert: “...........”

He remained silent, unwilling to be asked any further.

(I wonder what’s in the back of his mind.)

If I carelessly poked in too much, I might hurt him, just like the people in the hall.

Unable to say anything, he suddenly asked me a question.

Elbert: “Do you think that bird is beautiful?”

(I bet if I agree, he’ll try to get that parrot.)

I could sense this from his dark possessive gaze focused on the parrot.

(But...)

(I shouldn’t just agree without knowing what he wants.)

Kate: "What is beautiful to you?"

Elbert: "I don't know."

Elbert: "I thought I knew, but my idea of beauty was worth nothing."

(What does that mean?)

Before I could even think about it, a loud voice broke the silence in the courtyard.

Graham: "Hey, is that you two there? There's a big fuss about you two disappearing from the venue."

Elbert: "----!"

(Graham and a guest, maybe?)

Graham, the party's host, was on his way to another room with some man.

Graham: "We're going to play billiards now. I hear you're not a big fan of this game, Count."

Graham: "How about you, Kate? If you join us, I promise you'll have fun."

(It sounds like a normal invitation, but somehow, it smells fishy.)

The two of them suspiciously smiled at me, making me feel uneasy.

Kate: "No. I'm..."

Just as I was about to decline the offer politely, a hand slipped around my stomach.

Elbert: "I told you to leave her alone."

Kate: “Elbert?”

He suddenly pulled me close to his body.

(Why is he...?)

Elbert gazed at him harshly.

Graham: “I’m surprised. I didn’t realize you could have that look in your eyes, too.”

Graham: “Sorry, I’m not trying to pick a fight. See you then.”

Kate: “Yeah, see you.”

Elbert: “............”

Elbert watched them closely until Graham and his friend turned the corner and were out of sight.

Even after Graham disappeared, he didn’t remove his hand from my stomach.

(I knew it. Something is wrong.)

Kate: “Elbert, is something wrong with Graham?”

Elbert: “No, nothing yet.”

Kate: “Nothing yet?”

Elbert: “Kate, come here.”

Elbert led me into an empty room.

Kate: “Elbert, what’s this room?”

(Is this a guest room? Can we really go in here without permission?)

Elbert: “I don’t want you to leave here until I pick you up.”

Kate: “What?”

Elbert: “I’ll be right back. Until then, stay here.”

He quickly turned around and left the room.

Kate: “Ah, wait, Elbert!”

I rushed to the closed door and heard a light metallic click. I tried turning the doorknob, but it wasn’t budging.

(He locked the door? Why would he do that?)

(He was acting strange all day. Especially in front of Graham.)

(Something is definitely up. There's a reason why he locked me in here.)

(Maybe I should wait quietly. But I need to understand him better.)

(If I wait like this, won't I miss something important about him?)

(Plus...)

His hurt expression as he endured the touches and his pained expression as he stared at the parrot, like a possessed man, flashed through my mind.

(That guy is kind of hard to leave alone.)

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

(Who is it?)

Alfons: "Kate, Kate, guess who?"

Kate: "A-Alfons?"

Alfons: "Correct. I'm so glad you remember my voice."

(Alfons knew I was locked in here.)

(Is the thing he gave Elbert earlier the key to this room?)

(If so, they planned this from the start.)

(But why? What's Elbert trying to do now?)

Alfons: "Fufu. I can feel the seriousness through the door. It's almost suffocating me."

Alfons: "I can open this for you, but what do you want me to do?"

Kate: "Are you sure? If you let me out, aren't you betraying Elbert?"

Alfons: "Aha! Are you worried about me? You’re so kind."

Alfons: "El can't do anything, no matter who betrays or hurts him."

Alfons spoke as if sensing that I couldn't leave Elbert alone.

I heard a metallic click, alerting me that he had unlocked the door.

Alfons: "If you want to get to know him, go ahead and get out."

I followed Alfons and stepped into the dark, dusty room.

(Is Elbert here?)

A figure emerged from the darkness, dimly lit by the twilight.

His golden hair was dazzling even in the darkness, and I knew at first glance that it was him.

Kate: "Elbert?"

Elbert: "Kate?"

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium End╏Epilogue

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[dearhargrove]

Hello~ maybe this is a weird request so you are free to ignore it. Basically i'm rewatching st from season 1 and i was imagining something about Eddie and y/n who is from the Hawkins lab like El without a name but with superpowers, but they're the same age shes not a child. And Eddie meets her and takes care of her like Mike did to El (i'd prefer a female reader, but if you keep gender neutral its okay i dont mind). I know Brenner had all children at the lab, so wtf is a grown girl doing in there lol, but maybe shes a special case o something? Idk, i like to think it like that. (And maybe she escaped before Eleven and the massacre, because she wanted to save her the other children). I know this is long and complicated and if you think you cant write it, i understand, you are free to ignore it, no problem^^

Soooo...

I'll here leave a second request but easier: basically about eddie and y/n (est.relationship), who is a member of the hellfire club, hiding together from the basketball team and the police. Maybe a protective eddie + the scene from ep5 when vecna kills patrick at the lake.

Like i said, you are free to ignore this but i still thank you if you'll do it^^

⟶ request from @ffishandchipss

⟶ summary: after escaping the lab you wander around the woods of Hawkins. Getting lost and a boy with curly hair and the biggest, brown eyes finding you was never in your plans. Not that you mind.

⟶ Eddie Munson x f!reader

⟶ reader has powers (mind control and telekinesis), reader is same age as Eddie

⟶ a/n: this is one of my first requests and i feel so honored and happy someone sent this ! I'm hoping it's to your liking @ffishandchipss ♡ not one of my best but it's so hard to write Eddie for no reason 😭 loved this request & I'm sorry it turned out so bad 😀

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You rip away from the nurse trying to hold you back from escaping but failing just as everyone else. The blood under your nose is smeared over your chin and lips, some of it already dried and unpleasant.

The woman has a scared look on her face, not being able to mask it with confidence. She knows what's to come when you still in her strong grip and make eye contact. You practically see the picture you're building in her mind. Blood is flooding the floor and when she looks at her hands, there's blood staining them - no space that isn't covered by the thick red liquid.

You hear her breath quickening and her grip loosen, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. You use the moment to your advantage and dart off into the direction of the cellar where the tube lays. One of the nurses had made you get something from down here when you discovered the sure way out of this prison.

You had waited for the perfect moment to escape and it came this morning when one of the others accidentally hurt Dr. Brenner. At first, you called him "papa" as all of the kids are instructed but the older you grew the less you called him that.

He was a greedy, crazy man and he didn't deserve the power he held. You give the familiar surroundings one last look before getting on your knees and crawling through the pipe. The floor is rusty and it scrapes your knees open - but if you concentrate enough you can hear birds chirping and wind blowing.

After some time, probably about ten minutes, you start seeing light. You could cry from relief, because you just escaped. It was over. You wouldn't have to sleep on uncomfortable, wiry beds anymore. No weird tests.

You lose a tear when you're at the end of the pipe.

In front of you are acres of forest floor, plants and flowers all around. You dare look around, seeing the hulking building of the laboratories in the far distance. You crawl out and stand up, your knees cracking from effort and your vision lightly swimming from the lack of water and food.

You don't care, starting to run through all the trees which are adorned with healthy green leaves. Bees, birds and other small animals buzz around you and the sun is in the middle of the blue sky. The air is fresh and it's warm.

You hear some noise and get closer, hiding behind trees after every step. There were people. You approach closer and see a group sitting at a picnic table. It stank of alcohol and something else that caused a light headache. They were listening to music and had messy hair. One of them got up on the table, his voice loud. "They call us freaks because we like to play a fantasy game, meanwhile they throw balls through laundry baskets as a hobby!" The group cheers him on and you smile a little at the fun they were having.

The boy with long, curly hair sits back down with his front to your direction and you can make out his face. He has big brown eyes and a small stubble on his chin. His smile is- cute? You're fascinated by all the alcohol they have and the smoke that rises from a few of them. You'd seen cans and bottles like this on TV during one of the rare instances you were allowed to watch it.

The sun reaches beneath the leaves of the trees and it momentarily blinds you. Stepping back, you feel something crunch under your foot. It's loud as it crinkles and your heart stops. The talking stops and about eight heads turn your way.

The flimsy material of the hospital gown flutters a little in the pleasant breeze. You still, panicking. The boy you'd watched before gets up and comes closer. Your first reflex is flinching back, cowering away from him.

He stops and lifts his hands next to his head. "Hey I'm not gonna touch you or anything. Are you from school?" He asks and, gosh - why was his voice attractive, too? You look in his eyes and gulp. "Lab. Bad guys." You say your vocabulary a bit on the smaller side.

"Lab? Do y'all know what she means?" The boy turns to his friends and they shrug or shake their heads, apart from one of them. "Dude, do you know this big building in the south? It's like grey and there's a fence all around it." Was he with Dr. Brenner?

You step further away and look at the guy with fear visible on your face. You try gathering concentration to make him see something but it's all too much and you whip your head back to look at the curly head.

"Is that where you're from?" His voice is gentle and he leans down a bit, the silver chains hanging from his neck clanking together. You nod because after all you could just make them forget if this went wrong, right?

"Shit," he curses with wonder on his face. " Are your parents there?" you stay silent at the mention of parents and his gaze turns pitiful. "Alright, how old are you?"

You weren't 100 percent sure but you should be about 19 now. You open your mouth and answer him. "Alright that means we're the same age. Do you wanna go to the police or something? They'll know what to do." You don't pay attention because all of a sudden one of the guys that had been the loudest jumps in front of you. Flinching violently you defend yourself in the only way you know; your powers. He's thrown against the tree and the ticklish feeling in your nose comes back.

Someone curses in the background and you realize that you're screwed now. You try to even your breathing but it doesn't work.

Eddie shouts out a swear at the guy flying against the tree before he fixes his eyes back on the girl with a buzz cut. Her nose started bleeding and her hands shook as she clenched the thin material of the gown she's wearing.

"Alright, let's, uh, fuck-" ze tries thinking of where to bring her, especially when she's as scared of everything and everyone as she is right now. Whatever happened to her back at the 'lab' definitely scarred her - and not only mentally he realizes when a few bruises and scratch wounds on your shoulders get revealed at your movement.

"Hey, I'll get you away from here- from them, yeah?" Is the first thing coming to his mind and he holds out a hand. She eyes it suspiciously before taking it, her hand significantly smaller than his. The many rings are cold against her hand and she lets one if her fingers glide over the cold metal.

"Do you like them?" Eddie asks, a small smile tugging at his lips. She's sweet. He thinks and watches as she nods, looking up. "Can I… take it?" Her voice is barely audible but soft and pleasant to the ears. "Yeah, sure, lemme-" he holds her hand in his other one and takes a ring of his finger. "You like this one?"

She smiles, flustered, and nods. "Pretty."

"Yeah," he agrees and slides the ring on her thumb. It fits perfectly and she lifts her hand, admiring the way it looks in her. She holds it next to her face and makes eye contact. "You like?"

If he didn't know any better he'd think she looked a bit mischievous at the red on his cheeks and his quick nods.

-

"Okay, you see that? That's my car. I live a bit further away so I can't walk here." He explains, and watches out for any students. When he doesn't see any he takes your hand and leads you to his car. He opens the door for you, suppressing a proud grin when you get in with a blush high on your cheeks.

He sees you trying to pull the dress over your thighs, the material way too short. He takes off the flannel he wears under the denim jacket and places it over your exposed legs. "Here. Comfortable?" He asks and you nod, mumbling a 'thanks'.

He gets in the driver's seat and puts the key in the ignition before speeding off. He leaves the radio turned off in case it makes you nervous or something, just to watch you turn it on and turn up the volume. AC/DC blasts through the car and with wonder he watches you bop your head to the screaming guitars and drums, a barely-there, shy smile builds on your face when you look at him.

He sings the next lyrics with a big grin and watches as the girl with the buzz cut and questionable history copies him more quietly.

They race past houses, fields and more trees while simply enjoying loud music.

Stopping in front of his and his uncle's trailer he turns the volume of the radio down and leans against his seat. "Didn't know we had something in common." He grins and twirls a strand of his hair around his pointer finger. You smile at him, a bit more confident in the way you carry yourself now.

"Alright, I live with my uncle but he's at work until, like, 9 PM. It's 2 now so we can order some pizza?" Your eyes practically sparkle at the mention of the greasy food and he chuckles. "That's a yes, right?" You nod, a pleased smile still on your face.

"Okay, let's get out of the car and I'll show you my place and order some pizza." He suggests and the girl nods once again.

The teens get out of the car and in the trailer.

later that day

Sitting on the floor, head propped up against his small shelf, he inspects the thin girl laying in his bed - blanket wrapped around her body up to her chin. Her arm held the blanket up and he smiled at the way his sweatshirt was way too big on you. As soon as you'd gotten more comfortable he offered you to take something from his closet and you chose his "Hellfire Club" shirt. He grinned when you put it on.

What the fuck did he actually think when taking a random orphan home with him? Not only would his uncle absolutely kill him but if someone came searching for him he'd be absolutely fucked, without a question.

But how in the world would he be able to send you away or something? He didn't like to admit it but he was already smitten with the strange girl.

next week

"Alright, this is Chief Hopper. He'll help us with your situation." Eddie introduces the tall man with a Cowboy hat?

You hide a bit behind Eddie, his familiar scent wafting around you. If he liked the guy, this Hopper wouldn't be any danger you guessed and nodded towards the Chief.

"Where'd she come from?" Hopper asks at the realization that you wouldn't talk much. "I honestly have no idea. About a week ago she just stood by the place we always hang, behind school in the woods."

In the days you'd gotten to know him, you learned he was a totally goofy, guitar playing idiot. You've come to appreciate his silly character, so the seriousness threw you off a bit.

"Okay, did she not say anything about where she came from or why she was in the woods in- what'd you say? Hospital gown?" Eddie nods.

"Well she said like two things. One was 'bad guys' and the other 'lab'. We assumed she meant this weird building all the way behind the woods. Ya know with the fence around it." The police officer nods. "You heard about the rotten pumpkins 'round Halloween last year?" Eddie nods, "Came from that lab. We don't know what they're doing there but you gotta keep her safe if she escaped with wounds. I'll check up on her every once a while and see that she can go to school with you, yeah?"

Eddie agrees and says goodbye to the man, watching him drive away and only leaving a cloud of dust behind.

"Music?" you ask, putting a bit of distance between you and him.

"You want me to play again?" He's quite proud to say that since you first heard him play you've been asking him to play for you again and again.

By now it was a small ritual that at least once a day he played your favorite song for you.

He leads you back to his bedroom and you two sit down in his bed, him taking his guitar in his arms and starting the first few notes of the song.

He watches you close your eyes, gently swaying to the song. His admiration for you wasn't a secret, yet it surprised him again and again how much he wants to keep you with him. So far it's been very chill - barely anything happened out here and even if it didn't concern you or him.

When he finished you clap a few times before settling down. He bows jokingly with his hand gesturing wildly, his hair swaying with the movement.

It's about two more weeks later that Hopper comes back to check up on you.

"I've checked the lab but they're really secretive. I couldn't find anything but normal testing on all kinds of stuff but they're also not searching for anyone. So she's safe for now."

Eddie sighs out of relief and sags back in his seat. "That's good to hear, thanks, Chief." they say their goodbyes before Eddie is left alone with you. He hears the shower turn off and a minute later you're stepping out of the bathroom, one of his sweaters pulled over your form. As he's taller and generally more muscular the clothing is too big. He sucks in a breath when you walk past him, sending him a confused glance.

"Uh-" he tries forming a sentence, the words getting stuck in his throat when you tilt your head.

He watches as you huff amused, "I heard. You're cute." He gapes at you saying that all of a sudden because what?

You think he's cute? He's internally freaking out, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets. "Yeah. Right. Thanks." He clears his throat and looks everywhere but at you, trying to find something to talk about instead of this.

You lean against the wall and cross your arms, eyes fixed on the boy in front of you. "I want to go out." You state and wait for a reply. He's a bit surprised at the request - after all you seemed very content just here for the past few weeks.

"Need to show you something." You add and he just nods quickly. "You can just go whenever, you know? You're not trapped here or anything." What if you thought you weren't allowed to leave? He panics a little because it had definitely never been his intention to just imprison you here.

"I know. Like it here." Coming closer to him he nervously licks his lips, while holding eye contact with you. "I was at school. Looked for you. What is…" you think, not remembering how it was exactly called. He waits, basically endeared by the scrunch of your eyebrows and the tapping of your finger against your arm from where your arms are crossed.

"Ah! D&D! What is that?"

He sputters - so you really were there. He smiles and tugs you to the sofa with him, launching into an explanation about the fantasy game he loved so much.

"I want to play, too."

"Yeah- I, we can teach you. You can come and we'll show you. But they can be real douchebags sometimes. So-" your eyebrows are raised in a questioning way. "If they are not nice, why do you like them?"

He snorts because yes, why was he friends with them?

"Well, you know. Not everyone likes me or how I behave." He explains, "They think I'm too loud or I do weird things and- best of all, they're convinced I'm the leader of a cult." He laughs to himself though there's a bit of loneliness about him when he talks about his situation.

Reaching a hand to his and taking it in yours you sigh. "Some people are boring. They don't like me, either." You think of the nurses that were specifically rude to you and to all the times the doctors hurt you.

He tries interrupting you but you stop him with a simple look. "I'm different. And they are afraid. Makes them mean."

"Why are you different?" He asks. You chuckle and take one if his hair strands between your fingers twirling it. "I can show you." It's a whisper and his curiosity kicks in. "If you want, for sure."

You close your eyes and focus on what you want him to see. You build the picture of him playing his guitar in your mind, making sure he sees it too. "That's how I see you." At that comment he flinches back a little. "What- what do you mean?"

It's too late now you think, regretting showing him because what if he didn't accept this? What if he thought of you as a freak too?

You snap your eyes open and the picture crumbles. "I can.. I can make people see things." Is your only explanation as silence takes over the room.

"Sorry but I don't get what you meant there's no way you-" pulling your hand from his you look at the wall, mugs adorning tons of hooks and shelves.

"No, I don't get- you can't show me things per, mind? That's impossible!"

"Eddie…" your voice is pained when you look at him. He seems as if he thinks you're crazy - which he probably does. "Please believe me." he laughs a little crazily and looks at the ceiling. "Look, y/n," you turn your head to him, the ring on your finger getting heavier by the second. "You can't tell me-" at that moment the door is being kicked open and a few men in suits walk in. "Five?" One of them asks and you stand up, hiding Eddie behind you.

"Leave." You threaten, raising a hand. "You, what the fuck! Get out of my house, dude!" Eddie yells and gestures around wildly. "Quiet." The man says, fixing his gun in Eddie's direction. Your breath stops for a second and your voice is low, "Don't hurt him." The man looks at you like you're crazy, removing the safety from the weapon.

"Yo, what? Man, I didn't even do anything!" He cries out, hands next to his head. "Sit down." The man forces hik, gesturing to the ouch with his gun.

"Go. Now." You threaten one last time. When they don't listen but instead start circling you,.you raise a hand towards the main person, he swallows and tries to keep his cool, ultimately losing when you send him flying out the door. A gun is being held in your direction but you just fling it out of his grip.

One of the men gets you, ramming his fist in your side. You make an oof sound, breath being kicked out of your lungs. "Y/n!" Eddie yells before getting up and kicking the man straight in his stomach.

You use the moment of him being down and push him out of the door and down the veranda.

When you win against the last me, Eddie turns to you. His lip is busted and a wild look is in his eyes.

You breathe heavily and he reaches out to wipe away the blood under your nose with his sleeve. "You weren't lying. Well. This is kinda crazy." You giggle before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him against your body, kissing him.

For a second he stays unresponsive before putting his arms around your hips, tilting his head. When you part you lay your head on his chest with a smile.

"Does that mean I can sleep in my bed again?" He asks, mischief clear on his face when you realize he suggests you two share a bed.

You ended up letting him lay next to you, his arm slinging over your waist as you played with his hair. He enjoys the gentle touches and after a while you settle down. "Tired." He agrees and pulls you against his chest - one hand drawing shapes on your back. Falling asleep in Eddie's arms is different than anything else you've ever experienced. The way he holds you so gently and with so much care alone could make your heart burst but him talking in his sleep probably takes the crown. You giggle and boop his nose. He acts offended and does the same, but pecks all over your face instead of just your nose.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n

[bigsunflowergang]

Being Honest (E42 Miles)

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, I don't understand this

"Miles what the fuck is your problem?!" [name] shouted out of pure frustration. It had been about 2 months since the death of Mr. Morales and Miles seemed to only be getting worse as time passed.

[name] had been the only one of Miles's friends to actually bond with his dad, so she was almost as hurt as he was, knowing her pain could never match his. Not that she could really let that show as she was too busy trying to make sure Miles didn't crash out.

"Bro just leave me alone right now" he cut his eyes over at her, observing the way she almost exploded at him but calmed herself down.

"Look, Miles, I know you're hurt. I promise I do. But that doesn't mean you can walk around and treat people who're trying to make sure you're okay, like shit!" she huffed, trying her best to get through to him.

His head slowly turned to her and they made intense eye contact before he spoke.

"Nobody asked you to"

[name] looked at him like he had 3 heads before she chuckled.

"Oh okay. Well since you Mr. Big and the fuck Bad, I'll leave you to your business, the fuck" she said, scrunching her face up while gathering her things.

Not a word was said as she walked out of his room.

Lately, I've been feeling' alone

But I'm clutching my chrome

Pray to my mama I'm gon make it home

Twenty missed calls, I ain't answer my phone

Miles watched his phone ring over and over, eventually silencing it, already knowing who it was.

He knew every night when he put that suit on, was another chance of him not making it back home. Not that he much cared about his own safety, he just didn't want to put the loss of both her husband and son on his mom. In the back of his head, he also knew he wouldn't ever want to put [name] through that type of pain.

The night she walked out of his room, he felt like she gave up on him. In his head, he figured it was going to happen, which is why he expected for that to be the case. So when she called him that night, he just stared at his phone.

He stayed by himself most days. He didn't go to school anymore, nor did he barely leave his room whenever he was home. At nights, he pushed all of his thoughts away that didn't correlate with his work.

He was alone. But while he thought it would be best, he caught himself thinking a few times. Thinking about his life before tragedy struck.

When he still had his happiness. His dad. When he had [name].

I got my front, but is you behind me?

Get goofy like Martin and Gina

Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy

Then get deady like Whitney and Bobby

He missed her. Even though he tried to convince himself he didn't, he knew he did.

At nights, he would sometimes sit on top of a random building and stare into the sky thinking. Memories of him and [name] before invaded his mind. The way they would just sit in his room for hours talking about absolutely nothing. Just basking in each others presence.

He thought about all the times she defended his name both in front of him and behind his back. The way she would randomly get suspended because "some bitch don't know how to keep your name out her mouth".

Thoughts of her smile and laugh filled his mind, causing a small smile to form on his. How she would laugh and smile her way out of any situation always blew his mind. He could daydream about her pearly whites lighting up the sky all day. How laugh she would hard whenever they teamed up to prank his or her parents. Or when he tickled her, he couldn't help but smile at the way she laughed and squirmed to get his hands off of her.

He thought back to the night of the argument. He knew he should've reached out afterwards or at least answered any of her calls. Quite frankly, he was scared. He didn't know what she wanted to talk about, plus he was scared to be vulnerable around anyone. Plus, he was keeping her out of harm's way the further he stayed away from her. In his head, he knew that was some bullshit and just a bunch of stupid excuses he told himself to bury the guilt under.

Whenever he tried to smoke the pain away, it just came back harder. He looked at the Dutch: Dream Fusion wrapper and felt a tug at his heart as he thought of how she specifically always asked for that type of gar. It was something stupid to get emotional at, but he found himself wiping a tear from his eye as he stared at it. He missed how they would get violently high and watch a movie while pigging out on a bunch of snacks.

After a few more thoughts and a decision to go with his impulsive thoughts, he found himself outside of her door.

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, I don't understand this

He hesitantly knocked, waiting a few minutes before the door was opened. He made eye contact with the girl he had been longing for for a month. Her eyes watered just like his before she embraced him in a hug.

He finally broke down. Finally allowed his emotions to be on full display as she hurriedly brought him into the house. He sobbed into her arms for what felt like an hour, taken over by the feeling of comforting arms.

"Fuck, [name], I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push you out- well I did but I didn't- I don't- fuck I missed you," he sobbed, feeling her hands play with one of his braids as she shushed him quietly.

"It's fine Miles, I understand"

"What's all this noise-," they heard as another light turned on.

They looked up to the voice, seeing [name]'s mother.

"Oh, Miles" she sighed, walking over and pulling the boy into a hug on her own. "We've been so worried about you! [name] said you weren't answering the phone and Rio, poor Rio, she said she barely even sees you." she said, hugging him tighter.

"I'm sorry, ma" he mumbled, squeezing her tighter as well.

"And you know, if you need anything, we're here. You understand?" she asked and he nodded his head.

She walked back to her room, leaving the two teenagers in the living room.

"Don't apologize for taking your space. I understand." she said as his mouth opened to speak.

"I'm not apologizing for taking my space. I'm apologizing for how I acted that night. And for worrying you" he mumbled, making her smile softly.

"Don't. I shouldn't have-"

"You did everything right, pretty, I promise. I just..." he paused and sighed. "I just didn't want pity from anyone else. I was getting it from everyone. But I didn't realize you weren't pitying me, you were just... there for me. So thank you. A lot." he said, looking up at her.

She nodded and sent him a smile. "Don't worry about it. That's what I'm here for" she said, making him smile a bit.

"Yeah yeah" he said, waving her off playfully.

"Soooooo, we good now?" she asked, making him look at her like she was stupid.

"Nigga duh" he chuckled, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Not too fucking much now"

The end.

#miles morales #e1610 miles #miles morales x reader #atsv miles #spiderman

[kawarikisaki]

The only real problem I have with your theory is while we don’t know much about Toichi’s Kid him being responsible for a gang that does so much evil does seem a bit out of character but then again if Night Baron is based on his Kid and he’s also a murderer maybe he was a far darker version of Kid than his son. But he couldn’t have been too dark as Kid. But then a lot can change in 8 years. There’s another meaning to the string of numbers name he had before Yusaku gave him the name Kid. 1412. Since he refers to himself as his original title in the wallet. That and I’m pretty confident Chikage knows about at least Corbeau can’t see her being okay with her husband being the head of the most evil criminal group in the canon. (Though Toichi was totally taking a page from her book with his interaction with Shinichi and Ran.)Though he could be keeping that from her too. I really hate this. Because for a crack theory it’s pretty solid. He might already know his “older brother is alive” though wouldn’t he be upset that his subordinates almost murdered his son?

Alrighty, hope you're ready for a long one, because it's time to discuss what we know about Toichi/Kid the first, and just how easy it is to twist some of it into a sinister light. And also a few other marginally connected thoughts, because I may as well keep this mostly consolidated.

We'll start with Kid. You're right that we don’t have much on him, because we only have two direct examples of Toichi as Kid, one being the Phantom Lady flashback, and the other being the encounter with his 'older brother'.

The Shinichi encounter isn't particularly helpful for this, as he was very much putting on a character for a child, and even if Shinichi has a idetic memory we're getting a recounted version of the child's perspective ten years after the fact.

But Phantom Lady? Helpful, we have Toichi claiming to prefer more elegant methodology than those employed by Phantom Lady. And he also states that he didn’t initially intend for the white suit to be his crime outfit, it was meant to be a stage costume (though he may be lying here, why would he need a hanglider in his stage costume?), but knowing that it was meant to be for his 'civilian identity' and assuming that he's also Corbeau then we can assume that the black suit he'd have been able to fully plan matches his true tastes more.

But we can also make a few assumptions based on the fact that Nakamori-keibu, the closest thing to a Kaitou Kid expert that we can use for this (Yusaku isn't helpful he’s a gremlin, he would gladly confuse the situation for fun) and the fact that he was under the impression that new Kid and Old Kid were the same person means that Kaitou Kid’s MO didn't change considerably enough for Nakamori-keibu to question them being the same Kid. Which means that if Toichi was doing any murders as Kid then he wasn’t getting caught, since Nakamori-keibu is confident Kid wouldn’t murder to the point that if a death happens at a heist he just hands off the crime scene to the homicide detectives as "nope not Kid."

That said, I think that if Toichi is secretly Karasuma Renya then its likely that he wasn’t doing murders as Kid, but rather just playing around and taking the chance to lead a fun and fulfilling life. Karasuma Renya is supposedly greedy beyond compare, why not be a jewel thief, get a wife to place in his 'jewelry box', a humble home considering his fame as a performer (a sign that he's stockpiling his real wealth elsewhere?), and hey lets toss in a child too- people enjoy raising children. That is to say it was possibly just something being done on a whim.

And since you brought up the names... I've always thought of the "Kaitou 1412" number as like a police assigned case number or something, rather than a meaningful name that Toichi came up with himself. And, as such, i tend to view him signing with it as something akin to a formal signature. Though as for why he would use a formal signature on what was essentially meant to be a correspondence between friends... I don't really have an answer; perhaps the name 'Kid' was only recently established at that point and part of the purpose of this whole communication was too accept the new name (but I doubt that because i feel like if the name Kid didn't come up till that late in his carrer as a thief then it probably wouldn’t have stuck for long enough to be the primary name in use when Kid returned.) In any case here, I'm meaning to point out that he didn't get to name himself as Kid, so much like how the costume supposedly wasn't initially intended for crimes and therefore the black one is probably more planned and in line with his actual tastes- the name Corbeau was likely the same.

As for Chikage.... whether she and Toichi are acting as Corbeau together or Toichi is doing it alone there’s no getting around the fact that she definitely knows about it, and most likely she’d have to be in on it. Though whether that means she's also aware that he's a crimelord on an international scale on the side (which would be pretty hard to hide) isn't necessarily connected, after all the Boss and Corbeau could be two entirely separate crime-sonas he's got going on. For the sake of the theory it makes more sense if she's helping him; in the DCMK world people that are presumed dead can get away with a lot, but it'd definitely be easier with someone aside from just his underlings helping to make moves for him. Though don't know if he'd have told her that Kuroba Toichi is an alias and he's old enough that he should be long dead...

In any case, it's bad news for Kaito in so many ways. Not only is his dad alive, regularly in Japan, and not contacting him; as it turns out, he's also very much a worse criminal than Kaito originally thought. Kaito had already been somewhat shaken when he found out his dad was Kid. He hadn’t wanted it to be true and even resolved himself to follow the same path to understand. So what happens if he finds out his dad is murdering people- or at the very least ordering others to murder on his behalf so he doesn’t dirty his own hands? What happens if he finds out that when he almost blew up on a train doing a favor for his little detective that the people behind were acting on his dad's orders? What happens if he finds out that it was probably part of the plan for him to be brought into the 'family business'? I'd like to think he'd be disgusted... but there are darker paths that could be taken given what Toichi's skill set likely includes and especially considering how much Kaito loves and respects his dad.

As for what Evil Toichi would think about his underlings almost killing his son... well again the MK organization and the black organization are two different groups, but it is true that the crows have tried to kill Kid- even if by accident. I don't think that he'd be particularly upset about it, every time that Kaito has been involved with anything related to the BO he's gotten involved with of his own volition, and besides Kaito is plenty skilled enough to survive just about anything. Everything we know about Toichi from canon just leads me to think he's the kind of person who has immense confidence in his own skills, so if I'm gonna twist him into a villain I've just gotta push that a little farther, maybe he's holding Kaito to the same standard he holds himself and thinks that a 'little assassination attempt' would never be enough to even touch someone that he trained... And maybe if Kaito did die to such a thing he wasn't a worthy heir to begin with. Or maybe it's not quite that sinister and he sees Kaito almost dying as something like a training exercise. But whatever the case he must not be too concerned about it, given that as far as we're aware those responsible haven't really received any punishment.

Yeah, it's ridiculously solid, the fact that there's not really anything concrete that can be used to refute it is kinda wild to me even now. But I still consider it a crack theory because even if it's plausible it's not good if Kaito's story and Shinichi's story need to be two separate things. It's wonderful for the purposes of fanfiction because it very cleanly connects their stories, depending on how Kaito takes the news he can be disgusted with his dad's actions and join Conan to stop him or he can join his dad and become a villain.

But like I mentioned in one of my previous posts this would be messy for the narrative on a meta level if it turned out to be correct, and that's why I consider it a crack theory and not just a theory. If it's true then it's fine for Magic Kaito to become required reading for Detective Conan- it's a very different kind of story but it's short and it'd give important backstory, but conversely it's kinda unfair for Detective Conan to become required reading for Magic Kaito. Sure most people that are interested in one are probably already reading the other... but imagine a fictional scenario where someone is reading Magic Kaito after it's finished; it's around 50 chapters give or take, and the ending feels kinda hollow because even though Kaito found out his dad was a villain and resolved to bring him to justice but then the story just ended there... , then this person goes onto tumblr or reddit or some other fandom space and finds out that the real ending is locked behind reading 1752 chapters of a completely separate manga where Kid was a cameo character early on then eventually joined the main cast to take on the final threat. Plus it'd make things weird because it would feel like Yusaku should have a bigger role than he currently does if his old friend/rival is the villain...... unless Yusaku dies.

#dcmk #asks #I bring up the fact that this can work well for fanfic because I'm actually writing one like that right now #kinda bounced around a lot in this respsonse #and I feel like I didn't explain several points well #but I hope it made enough sense

[paisholotus]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 6

Narrative

"So? What are your thoughts, love? Tommy asked Yuna as she walked around, holding Nova, appreciating Shelby's pub.

"I like it. It's quite old-fashioned, which fits you." Tommy laughed at her, saying, "Oh, so you think I'm old then, yeah?" She chuckled and headed up the stairs to find Arthur and her son.

"It has a very 20s vibe to it. Particularly with the leather chairs and stone walls. However, the lighting gives it a modern appearance." Aria said as she walked alongside Polly.

 

"That ain't so bad, right, Yun?!" Arthur said this while bouncing Alex on his leg, wearing his peaked hat. Yuna laughed as she saw her son giggle excessively while he was doing loud imitations. "Not at all, Arth," she responds. "You all might actually be my competition, though it isn't much competition." She teases as the Shelby family laughs.

 

"Oi! There's no need to be greedy, love," John says as he stands next to Aria, wrapping his arm around her and chewing on his toothpick. "Your business is all the way in London, and we're in fookin' Birmingham!" Aria snorts and crosses her arms as he goes to kiss her cheek, but she pushes his head away, smirking at him. "What does the location have to do with anything if the competition is fierce, Johnny boy?" She teased as she strolled back to the counter to sit.

 

"And, in any case, a pub is only as good as its drinks," Aria said as she shrugged John's arm away and walked over to the counter. "So give us something good, and we'll tell you our thoughts." She said this, smirking at Tommy. Arthur laughs and hands Alex to Polly, who is now also holding Nova.

 

"And, Ms. Walker, what will it be? Beer? Whiskey? Rum?" He inquires. Yuna and Aria looked over the drink menus. Yuna chose whiskey because she hated beer and wasn't in the mood for rum. Aria chose rum because she also disliked beer but didn't want to drink whiskey right now.

 

"Get me a glass of your best whiskey and Aria a glass of white rum on the rocks, Arth." She stated this with satisfaction as she and Aria walked over to the couches while John poured himself a beer and Tommy and Arthur went to get Yuna and Aria's drinks.

 

Alex leapt off Polly's lap and onto the couch, saying, "Mommy, I want something to drink too." Yuna sat Alex on her lap, smiled, and thanked Arthur for their beverages. "I'm afraid you're too young for these drinks, lad." Arthur said, bursting out laughing. "Get them some pop, Arthur." John yelled as he sat at the counter.

 

Yuna sipped her whiskey and hummed at the taste; it was really good. "Oi! Tom, are you up here?" A man yelled while walking up the stairs.

"Harry" Tommy nodded, and the other two Shelby men did as well. "Whatcha doin' here, Harry? John asked. "Well, I thought I'd come and get me a last drink since I'm not running the counter any longer," Harry said as he sat at the counter.

"Retired?" Yuna asked him. "Something like that. Harry sadly smiled at Yuna. Yuna frowned at Harry and gave a disapproving look to Tommy. "Forcible Retirement? Really, Tommy," she replied as she finished her whiskey.

"His pension was quite hefty, Ms. Walker. In his defense, he said Yuna gives him a "as if that's better" look.

Arthur slapped Harry on the shoulder and said, "Well, Harry, you're welcome to come by anytime." Harry nodded and rose up, preparing to leave. He nodded to the Shelby men, including Polly, and smiled goodbye to Yuna.

Yuna stepped back to the counter, picking up Alex and Nova as Aria set down their empty glasses. "He seemed to be nice." Yuna told them. "Yes, he's a nice bloke. Polly nodded and took Nova from her.

Tommy raises his brow at Yuna, who rolls her eyes. For someone who took pride in being monotonous in any situation, he constantly acted like a jealous caveman when any man caught Yuna's attention. Even as children, no one dared to look Yuna in the eyes.

 

"Mama, I'm getting hungry." Alex mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her neck. Aria went to grab their coats, and as John stepped up to kiss her again, she pushed his head away and waved her finger in his face, shaking her head. "Playing hard to get, eh? John smirked at her. Yuna approached Tommy and kissed his cheek, saying, "Bye, love; see you later." The ladies made their way down the stairs to Polly's for lunch.

 

Smirking at his brother, John slips onto the couch. "What exactly is it, John boy?" Tommy asks as he goes to light another cigarette.

"When are you going to ask her to marry you, Tommy?"

Tommy is taken aback slightly, mostly because he wasn't expecting John to ask him that. He just assumed John would make fun of him for how Yuna and his kids got him wrapped around their fingers.

"I'm not sure if she's ready for that. I mean, the kids just found out their father isn't dead; I don't want to rush things and it turns to shit." Tommy clenched his jaw as anger bubbled back in his chest. Yuna went all these years thinking that they were all dead. She had to take care of his two children without him. The things he missed out on he could never get back, and that angered Tommy the most.

"Well, whenever you decide to ask 'er, she'll most likely say yes." John says it confidently. "She'll never love another bastard like you, so I wouldn't be too worried bout it, yeah!" He said loudly, causing Arthur to laugh with John. Tommy smiled lowly and raised his mug, agreeing.

Even though Tommy wanted to believe John completely, a traitorous voice in the back of his head tells him it's because he's afraid to ask her because he's scared to hear her response, terrified that she'll reject him. Even though he knows Yuna loves him unconditionally and always has, he just doesn't think he's good enough or deserving of her. Tommy has always felt like that; even when they were kids, he felt as though he was never worth her kind soul.

Tommy cleared his throat, looked at John, and smirked at him this time. "How do you feel about seeing Aria again, John boy?"

John's face went blank, and he leaned back into the couch, deep in thought. "I didn't think I'd ever see 'er, again. Then us seeing each other again, and they told us they thought we were dead. All those feelings came back, and it made me realize I never stopped loving her." He said this, gulping down his beer with watery eyes.

"I'm just fookin angry!" He says he's slamming his mug onto the table. "We could've been married with a bunch of fookin kids. I-i mean, I don't regret marrying Martha; I loved her. But Aria was my first choice. We might have a chance now; I think she'll love the kids, but the lost time I can't get back." He said sadly.

Arthur pats John on the back and says, "Well, you and Tom can make up for lost time. NOW ENOUGH WITH THIS SHITTY, FOOKIN, SAD TALK! YOU BLOODY BASTARD, PLAY THE HAND!" The Shelby men laughed and continued to drink, smoke, and play cards.

#black reader #black writers #black tumblr #self post #tumblelog #black girls #black representation #poc reader #poc writer #black excellence #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x black reader #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby x black reader #Thomas Shelby #thomas shelby x black reader #john shelby #john shelby x black reader #finn shelby #finn shelby x black reader #arthur shelby #polly gray #ada shelby #everlasting #paisholotus

[slutsfordoves]

Hello! would it be ok to ask for knotting + breeding + impregnation + dacry for Wintersberg? Set post RE8, Ethan+Karl survive and get away from village with Rose. Karl always wanted a big family and Ethan doesn't want Rose to be an only child, plus the resulting kid will be as special moldy as her. With Ethan being the pregnant one (bc he's all moldy -making the necessary parts wouldn't be that difficult if the mold can make a giant dragon out of a woman). If I'm being too greedy with the amount of kinks and restrictive with setting, then I ask just for the impregnation kink in any setting you want, please!

hello anon! thank you for playing! here’s one of two fills i was pondering for this prompt. this is the softer version, set in a nebulous alternative "some people live, other people die" universe wherein heisenberg has already been domesticated, lol. still i spent more time than i should have establishing a relationship for the purpose of the filth. i am so rusty (and wrote a decent chunk during a migraine whoops) so i hope it isn't incomprehensible. enjoy.

rating: explicit

word count: 5.3k

warnings: sadism, masochism, breeding kink, dacryphilia, face fucking, anal sex, implied mpreg, anal fingering, light(?) feminization, some mild cbt, and a smattering of other things that matter less

pairing: karl heisenberg/ethan winters

"We'll do what we can to keep you off the BSAA's radar."

Chris slid a thin stack of folders across the table. Old floorboards creaking when he shifted his weight in the rough-hewn slat back chair. Ethan flipped through them, taking note of their contents. Beside him, Karl sat staring at Chris, sunglasses and hat on even in the dim light, face dour and chewing on the foot of an unlit cigar. He held Rose drooling and propped on his shoulder, her small fists wrapped in Karl's beard and hair. 

Fabricated identifications, passports, birth certificates, all printed, signed and embossed. An envelope of bank slips for an account into which a modest monthly stipend would be deposited. Paperwork for the small house, the three acres of land it sat on. A decades' worth of tax forms. A pamphlet for talk therapy.

"You won't be safe. I won't - can't - guarantee that. But you will be safe enough."

Ethan stood and Chris stood with him. They shook hands until the military stiffness with which Chris held himself splintered, and Ethan found himself pulled close and caught in an embrace. The thick wool jacket Chris wore smelled like pine and cigarettes and gunpowder and lead. Ethan could feel with his cheek the plate carrier concealed beneath the fabric. Equally as heavy, Karl's eyes sharp at his back.

"Thank you, Chris. For all you've done."

"Take care, Ethan."

"You can't trust these pricks," Karl said once Chris had gone and the growl of half a dozen car engines had faded into the mountains. 

"We don't have a choice."

"Of course we do. Get him and his wolves back in here. I'll slaughter them while you pack up the car."

"Don't say that. They won't think you're joking."

Rose sneezed, wriggling like a worm, and Karl rocked her and cooed her name until she settled. Her hair was growing. Now little wisps fell long enough to frame her face in a halo, and Karl had tied some back with a little pink slip of a bow.

"You don't have to like it," Ethan sighed, when the silence in the kitchen had grown too thunderous. The documentation of their rebirths stacked between them, lit yellow by the kitchen's single halogen bulb. Karl stared at the papers and held Rose against his heart.

"As far as I'm concerned, this is just another leash."

---

Ethan had already had the chance to become accustomed to this way of living. The house he had shared with Mia had been handpicked by whatever BSAA paper-pusher had been in charge of his case file; they'd not even had a say in the color of the carpeting. So long as Rose was warm with mashed peas to fill her belly, there was little he felt worth complaint. This still was true. Yet much had changed and it was in other ways he now struggled to adapt. 

In early dawn and on the cusp of waking he often forgot that Mia was dead. Once the memory returned he would weep and become unfit for company for hours. They were higher in the mountains now than he had been; he was plagued by increasingly frequent headaches. Most troublesome: he had trouble acclimating to a man with heavy footfalls walking the halls of his home. Knowing it was Karl but being unable to convince his heart rate or his pulse that there was no danger lurking, no teeth waiting to snap at his neck. Only a man tasked with the uncertainty of freedom - who often in the hours of the day found himself doing nothing and who had not yet learned how to cope.

The house was small. They crashed against one another often, violently, passionately. Fights first, and then stalemates, and finally fucking. This was what they both understood, and after everything that had transpired in the village, what made sense.

---

Ethan woke to a strange room cramped and black with shadow. His armpits and the sheets beneath him swampy, stinking of sweat; his pulse thrumming and his breathing quick and he knew with the conviction of all prey that something lay in wait in that blackness with hunger and with teeth. For 120 seconds, he counted the ticking of the wall clock and waited to die. When death did not take him he gasped and wept into his hands until the tightness in his chest began to ease.

"Karl," he said, when he could speak, "I think I had a nightmare. Karl."

But where Karl slept was empty.

Ethan, shaking, drenched, rolled from the bed. He crept towards the little bassinet where Rose sometimes still slept and found it also empty, the mattress cool to the touch. A horror cold like lakewater flooded him, drowned him in panic. He tore the blankets aside, but she was gone. His Rose. He put his hand to his mouth and bent to retch, his eyes flowing again with tears. Where was she? Where was she? He lurched for the doorway, stumbling and blind in the dark.

"Shh, little darling, quiet or you'll wake your daddy."

"Karl?"

Karl looked up from Rose where she lay cradled in his arms. He stood with her in the living room, the both of them cast in the warm flicker of oil lantern light, their hair and their skin red and gold. Karl was wearing only the ill-fitting sleep trousers they had scavenged from the bedroom closet; Rose he had bundled tight in her favorite blanket. Her body lax, dreaming. When Ethan had spoken, Karl had had his nose pressed into the thin wisps of hair on her head. 

"She smells like you."

"You're alright. You're both right here."

"Neither of us could get to sleep so I figured we'd take a walk." Karl frowned, seemed to notice the state of Ethan; the cold sweat pouring out of him and the tremors shaking through him and the fat wet tears streaked across his cheeks. "Are you alright?"

"Fine, fine. Just a nightmare, that's all."

He didn't look convinced. But Rose huffed and his attention was taken. He adjusted his hold on her little body, dwarfing her in the circle of his arms.

There was no fighting the thought. They fit too right together. This was what Karl would look like, as a father, if he had ever been given the chance.

---

"Did you," Ethan began but soon quit, the question heavier than he'd expected. His tongue was not up to the task.

"Did I? What?"

Karl who tinkered with a little metal toy for Rose did not even break to glance at him. He unscrewed a screw with his hand and it floated from his fingers and idled by his head. Ethan sat with the discomfort of the question coiled inside him. How to ask such a thing? 

"Ethan, spit it out."

"Did you ever want a child?"

Karl paused. The screw rotated round and round, and his teeth and the corners of his mouth moved like he would have liked to be smoking. Ethan knew very little of Karl's life before Mother Miranda's influence. Only what little he'd been told and what little more could be built through conjecture. A factory inherited meant a father to bequeath it. Ethan didn't know much of inheritance, but he did know well enough about the expectations of fathers.

"What I wanted." Karl scoffed and shook his head. "Who cares what I wanted? Shit. A child? Who knows?"

"My dad wanted me to marry young. Settle down."

"And look where that got you. I think the most my father expected out of me was to knock a girl up out of wedlock and ruin the family business. Joke's on him, of course. The world ended for us before I could manage either." He rubbed the bridge of his nose and peered at Ethan past the rim of his glasses. "Why? What brought this up?"

"You're good with Rose. A natural. I just - it was a thought I had. That's all."

The toy and its screws and parts spun back into place, resolving into a recognizable shape. It was a monkey made of brass and tin, with arms that wound on a dial, and polished black nail heads for eyes. Ethan couldn't recall having bought it. Nor could he imagine any shop from where it might have come. 

Karl sighed.

"I guess - well, isn't it what every man wants? A pretty wife and a litter of kids. I'm no different."

---

"Oh, fuck - !"

Ethan shuddered through an orgasm, on his back and Karl rutting over and into him. His thighs and legs quaking, jerking - first through the weak spurting pleasure of his peak and then from the overwhelm, of having come and Karl not relenting. He whined and Karl laughed and kissed his slack mouth and screwed his thick wide cock into Ethan's ass, holding him still by the hips when Ethan jerked and tried to lift himself away.

"Where are you going, huh?"

"Nowhere, fuck, please come - "

"You want that? Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes, yes - !"

"Fuck - "

Karl gripped him, held him like a doll, slammed against him and stuttered and came. He stayed wet and slowly softening inside Ethan's body, rocking against him, holding him. Pressing bristly, wet kisses to Ethan's sweat-slick hair and forehead. Handsome, Ethan thought, and then, dangerous - Karl leering like a predator above him, face framed by the fall of his gray hair.

Gradually the rocking stilled. Karl unwound Ethan's arms from his neck. Then came dislodging his cock from the mess he had made of Ethan's body. Ethan hissed at the raw tender agony when the blunt head slipped out of him, catching briefly at the rim; followed then by the shameful trickle of lubricant and spend. 

"No, not on the sheets," he groaned, agonized, thinking of laundry. But Karl only grinned and kissed him and rolled Ethan onto his stomach. 

"It's fine. Be quiet, now. Let me enjoy this."

Ethan huffed against the pillows. Still he listened, laying quiet, while Karl held his still swollen cock in one fist and let the wet leaking head drag over Ethan's fuck-loosened hole. 

"Beautiful," he said. "Looks like I fucked a cunt into you."

Ethan winced. Felt a flush of heat that spilled red over his cheeks and shoulders. The tips of his ears as well he'd guess by the sly way Karl laughed.

"You like that, Winters? Knew you could be a bitch, but - "

"Stop," Ethan said. Skin burning, throat burning, stomach dropping to his knees. All familiar consequences of the cruelties meted out to him when he and Karl played these kinds of games. This was and was not the same. Surely he didn't - it wasn't true. Karl was only winding him up. Still. Karl's words - and his insistence, his confidence, his knowing what Ethan liked - dredged some latent want out of him even now. He tried the taste of it. Karl had fucked his cunt. Well. His spent cock twitched.

"Fuck that. You know what you say if you want to stop." 

Karl grabbed him, covering his cock and his balls with one huge hand, Ethan's cockhead nudging up against the rough calloused palm. First the grip was only firm and the anticipation sent Ethan's breathing heavy. That and the way he fit so neatly there, how Karl could enshroud him completely. Then, a squeeze, the pressure enough to seize him, the pain like the pressing of a bruise.

"Karl, please - "

"A pretty pussy is nothing to be ashamed of." 

"No, no - "

"That why you ask if I wanted a baby, Ethan? You want to give me one?"

Christ. Red liquid heat pooled between his thighs.

"Karl - "

"Yeah. That's it, isn't it? Fuck. You'd look good pregnant."

Ethan jerked forward, rabbit-fucking the soft head of his dick into Karl's fist, whole body aching and alight. He could not come again, was not hard. Still dazing bolts of pleasure lit the whole inside of him, buzzing along his nerves, terrible and joyous. Karl tightened and then released his hold and Ethan shuddered, whining, loud enough that Karl shoved a hand over his mouth to quiet him and followed him as he collapsed on his back into the skin-warmed bedsheets and the wet mess that had leaked from his hole.

"Do you think she heard?" Ethan whispered.

"Shhh."

They laid together in the tense quiet, waiting. No sound came from the rest of the house. A sigh, then, shared between them. Blessed relief. Then:

"I don't want to sleep in the wet spot."

"Christ. Quit your bitching."

Karl moved him and kissed him again, rolling then to his feet. He padded nude from the room. Soon after came the sweet thick stink of tobacco smoke curling from the kitchen to the bed. Now the haze and euphoria of the pain had fully passed, Ethan dragged his fingers through the cooled filthy mess on his stomach. Inside, beyond the dull ache of having been fucked, he felt strange and hollow. He pressed his hand into his stomach. Dreamed he felt a heartbeat drum back against his fingers.

---

Put a baby in you. Knock you up. Breed your tight little cunt. When they had the time to fuck this was what came tumbling out of Karl's mouth more often than not, said with the indulgent tone of a parent. Ethan, reluctant to encourage this behavior, nonetheless came like a punch to the sternum every time he did it. 

At least Karl seemed similarly affected. He had begun to spend long moments of their post-coital bliss prodding into the warm mess of Ethan's insides, shoving his spend back into Ethan's hole and plugging him with his thick fingers. Karl had claimed space for himself in Ethan's life and in his ass; now it seemed he was just as intent on claiming space in Ethan's belly. All of it was absurd - and yet. He found himself often drifting toward the dream of a child. Tugged along by the heady pull of shared fantasy.

"I think you could," Karl said one night, knuckle-deep in Ethan's ass, pinky and ring finger folded against his perineum while index and middle finger rutted without mercy towards the throbbing heat of his core. Mindless, writhing and leaking against the sheets, Ethan was unsure he'd heard him correctly or if he had spoken at all.

"Wh - what?"

"Think you could get knocked up."

Hunger welled behind his teeth.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He spasmed weakly around Karl's fingers. "It's just - Karl, it's a fantasy. That's all."

"I'm serious. Ethan, you aren't human. You aren't even like me. Similar but - not the same. We don't know what makes you tick."

"I can't - I can't think right now - "

Karl tucked his fingers deep and Ethan whined, toes curling. The throbbing in his overtaxed thighs and in his fucked-open rim near indistinguishable from one another, all of it a mass of heat and ache and pressure that made his cock drip.

"You willed yourself into growing a new heart, Ethan. You don't think you could handle a womb?"

Insane. Impossible.

(As impossible as a man capable of manipulating metal with his mind. As impossible as a corpse kept moving through the influence of mold.)

Ethan clenched hard around Karl's fingers, whimpering and shaking as he came.

"Do you want that?" Ethan asked in the aftermath.

Karl grunted.

"I said it, didn't I?"

If it never worked… But Karl wanted a child. Deserved a child. Everything had been stripped from him. The least Ethan could do was try to offer him hope.

"How would we know if it even worked?"

"Shit, Ethan. We just keep trying until it takes."

---

"Oh fuck. Fuck."

Ethan groaned, his face shoved hard into the floor, jarred by the sudden pain unlinked from arousal that lasted until Karl wrapped one huge hand around his pathetic leaking prick and squeezed. A sharp lance of electric pain jolted him, making him spasm. Making his dick pulse against Karl's palm. 

"God, oh, fuck. It hurts."

"How bad? How bad does it hurt? You feel like you're dying?"

"No, no, no. Keep going."

Karl obliged him, digging two fingers past the grasping hot rim of his ass and fucking him, hooking inside, pulling him open and apart. The dull ache not as electrifying as the shame, the humiliation of it. Caught as he was by Karl, his strength, the thick heaving weight of him. Ethan could prevent nothing. He lay entirely at Karl's mercy, able only to roll into the drive of Karl's fingers, to thrust his own throbbing needful cock towards the floor in the absence of more substantial stimulation.

Karl lowered his chest down to rest against Ethan's back, making Ethan bear more of his weight. Ethan spread his legs, settled more firmly onto his knees and elbows. The extra weight was not comfortable but neither was it unbearable. He could breathe. Then the fingers inside of him hooked again and then twisted, tugging up towards Ethan's spine, dragging him up and open; he whined and his thighs and hips raised to try to follow, but Karl hunkered down atop him and he could not move, only take, his toes flexing against the floor. 

"Oh fuck, fuck, no, no - "

"No? Doesn't feel like no to me, baby. You're so wet."

"Karl, please, please."

Chuckling, Karl reared back, slipping his fingers out of Ethan's sore hole. He guided Ethan to lay on his back, then grabbed him by the thighs and dragged him across the floor until he was laying nearly against Karl's lap.

"Alright?" Karl asked, one hand resting in the crease of Ethan's leg, his thumb not touching Ethan's throbbing cock.

Ethan took a breath. The muscles in his legs ached and his face felt bruised and he could feel the weak fluttering of his hole. He felt small, hurt, ugly. Prey mammal bunkered down in the dark. Revulsion flushed through him, suffusing him with shame, with heat, and  Karl looked at him with such raw unhinged want that Ethan's eyes and his untouched cock both began to leak.

"Oh, darling." Karl touched Ethan's face. "Too much for you?"

Ethan shook his head.

"Good,” he said. “Good.” Smoothing his hands down Ethan’s cheeks. Cupping his chin. Ethan shuddered and a fresh wave of tears fell and caught on Karl’s fingers, sliding down and disappearing into the hair on his knuckles. “Christ. Love it when you cry. You look so pretty. Let's fuck that face for a while."

Karl got him to his knees again. The floor was hard beneath the bone and he could have asked for a pillow or one of the thin blankets from their bed but he didn't, neither did he want to speak nor did he want that comfort, however small. Ethan sat back on his haunches, waiting while Karl stood and peeled away his briefs.

Pretty, he’d said. Pretty. How could that be so? What could he look like, here on his knees at Karl’s feet? Only pathetic, lean, pale; the sparse hair on his belly and chest thin and blond, an unkempt wiry nest at his groin and an unimpressively average cock. Karl - Karl was so large. Yes, the huge purpled length of his cock, but the rest of him as well. Muscle packed beneath fat, a body that even before its corruption had seen labor, sweat, and few lean days. His soft belly and his chest covered in greying hair, his strong shoulders and arms, every inch of him thick. A body that could hold a man like Ethan down by the throat with the same grace and ease it took to rock his daughter back to sleep. (Privately, Karl was what he thought of when he thought even the word man. Deeper, darker still: the idle dream that if Mia had lived, Karl would have taken her from him; and what would he have been able to do but let him?)

“Open up,” Karl said, cock in his fist, stepping towards Ethan. Ethan obeyed and Karl pushed the wide silken head past Ethan’s lips and thrust to the back of his throat. The strike made him gag, made his eyes water. His hands flew to the tops of Karl’s thighs, but Karl said, “Keep them behind your back,” and he lowered them, and Karl said “Breathe, Ethan,” and he took a deep breath through his nose. After a few moments of stillness, Karl grasped him by the longer hair at the crown of his head and by the back of his skull. He pulled back, enough that his cockhead rested on Ethan’s tongue, then he thrust again, and again, until he found a rhythm of rutting that Ethan could take.

"Thinking happy thoughts, darling? Like how fucking good you'll feel once I've got my dick up you?"

Ethan gurgled, drool unspooling down his front. He had been. Karl felt so huge like this. He wanted that cock inside of him, breaking him apart. Another brutal thrust struck the back of his throat, then another angled towards his soft palette, and a bright terrible pain blotted out his thinking. He coughed and shuddered, and Karl held him down. His lips and his nose squashed flat against Karl’s belly, Karl’s dick fully in his throat. Ethan was aware only of the thunder of his blood in his ears and Karl’s soft, pleased murmuring and the exquisite pleasure of being choked. 

After hours - only seconds, truly - Karl let go of him and he tore himself away, breathing in great gulps of air. A viscous churned froth of spit and precome fell in strings from his gaping mouth. He had the absurd thought to be grateful that Chris had purchased a house with no carpet.

“Fuck, you look good,” Karl said. Ethan coughed again, struggling to blink the tears from his eyes. Karl stood tall and staring down at him, his expression black with hunger. 

“It’s time - ah, time to put a baby in me, right?” Ethan winced at his own awkwardness. But Karl only grinned and knelt to scoop Ethan up as though he weighed no more than Rose. 

“Hands and knees again,” Karl said as he deposited Ethan onto the bed. Ethan rolled to his stomach, complying. Behind him, Karl shifted the sheets and the blankets, then stood, then returned, his weight depressing the bed. Ethan heard a snap. A drizzle of cold lubricant poured over his hole, Karl’s hand resting firm on one of his cheeks. For a moment his heart seized and he thought Karl meant slide in his fingers instead of his cock and he opened his mouth to beg - and Karl mounted him in one smooth motion, covering Ethan’s body with his own, hilting his cock into Ethan’s ass from tip to root. 

“Oh, fuck - !”

“Yeah - !”

Too big. Too tight. Too much all at once. Karl’s hands held him by the hips, tight enough to bruise.

“You take dick so well,” Karl crooned near his ear. The tips of his long hair dragging across the back of Ethan’s neck. “Tight, though. Gonna have to fuck this cunt of yours open, baby.”

“I want - I want you to - ah, fuck - ” 

Ethan clenched and rocked while Karl began to establish a rhythm, deep slow strokes that made Ethan feel as though he were being hollowed out. He dropped down to his elbows, pressing his filthy wet face into his pillow. This angle made the already deep strokes feel deeper, and it made him feel like a whore. Face down, ass up, desperate and greedy for it.

“Karl, please. Please fuck me.”

Karl snapped his hips forward. Drove his cock in. Fucked Ethan just as he’d asked. Ethan thrust his own hand between his thighs, grasping at his half-limp cock. He’d begun to soften from the intensity of the penetration, but once he had himself in hand he filled out again to full hardness. His palm was dry; still it was good, Karl fucking into him and sending Ethan’s dripping cockhead to crash into the loose grip of his hand.

Arms wrapped around Ethan’s waist, his chest. A hand groped at his flat chest, pinching one of his nipples hard between index finger and thumb. He wanted it to stop and he wanted to twist away and instead he pushed desperately against Karl’s hand, gasping when Karl pinched him again. The pain grounded him. Set the orgasm back. He’d thought for a moment that he could have come like that, with just Karl’s cock in his ass and his own hand to rut against. Karl rolled his palm across one side of Ethan’s chest and drove hard into him and said, with a strange tone of contemplation, “Think you could do that too?”

“What?” Ethan said. “Do, do what?”

“Grow a pair of tits?”

Ethan gasped. Karl still running his hands over Ethan’s chest, though now with a greater sense of purpose. Exaggerating the curve of his fingers as though he were cupping flesh that was not there - cupping Ethan’s breasts - Christ. Could he? They didn’t know for certain that this would work, though they had agreed to try. Could he, though? Could he? The fire in Ethan’s belly roared. What would it be like, to sit in Karl’s lap, that thick cock lodged up inside of him, swollen tits and belly held in Karl’s wide hands? Ethan felt himself unraveling. The desire so strong. Tears pricking and welling in his eyelashes and threatening to fall. He couldn’t say it. (How could he say it?) 

“I don’t know, I don’t - ” 

“Bet you could,” Karl said. His hips stuttered.

“Karl, please - ”

“A nice set of swollen tits to nurse our baby girl. Fuck. Ethan.”

Karl wound an arm around Ethan’s collarbone, pulling him upright, forcing his back to arch. His other hand still holding Ethan’s tit. This angle changed the feel of being fucked, made it sharper, made it hurt. Ethan grasped Karl by one of his thick, hair-covered thighs, digging his fingernails into the skin when Karl thrust a certain way and stars shot up the curve of Ethan’s spine.

“Ready, baby? Ready to be my sweet girl? Gonna take this knot right up your ass.”

Yes, Ethan thought, dizzy and cock-drunk. Yes, please, yes. Karl rarely knotted Ethan. There wasn't time, usually, nor reason, and though Karl was not shy about this inhuman part of himself truthfully Ethan feared it. The size when it swelled - when first they had coupled Karl had forced Ethan's hand to the base of his cock while the bulb had begun to fill. Fascinated, horrified, Ethan held it. His fingers could not quite touch when circled around the widest part. He’d taken it before, he’d loved taking it, but a whisper in his skull had said it will ruin you and he couldn’t help but listen.

Karl grunted, the fat leaking head of his prick striking Ethan perfectly inside, again, again. Surely he would shake apart if he weren't so thoroughly mounted. He thrust once, twice, then instead of pulling back to let only the head and a few inches wallow and drain into Ethan’s ass, he pressed them together, chest to back and hips to hips, forcing the whole length of dick up into Ethan’s guts.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Ethan whined, struggling to move and pinned by Karl’s strength. He could feel it. The knot. Engorged and blood-hot and throbbing. Slow like a tanker Karl pumped his spend thick and wet into Ethan's ass, Ethan sore and sick with it. The knot expanding, plugging him up. Nausea passing over him in waves, punctuated by Karl's languid humping, his dribbling cock stirring and soaking Ethan's tender insides. His hands running flat down Ethan's flanks as though he were an anxious horse.

“Feel that?”

Ethan groaned. Full to the point he feared come would pour from his mouth.

“Yeah, fuck. I. I feel it.”

“That’s our baby.”

Karl dragged his knees against the bed to get closer, get his feet under him and press more deeply into his haunches and force his cock and the knot further down into Ethan's aching guts. He reached beneath Ethan and found his cock and engulfed it in one hand, pulling him off easily. Ethan came with a whimper, a sad smear of come dribbling onto Karl’s hand. He felt overheated and overfucked. Brain turned to mush. This is what I am, he thought, too aware of Karl’s cock still hard, still pouring into him. A cunt. A womb. Life shall thrive inside of me and when the time comes I shall birth it. 

Karl wiped his hand on the sheets beneath them. He took Ethan's hand and he placed both against Ethan's belly. To his horror, he was swollen. His belly distended. The skin bulged out, tight and hot. 

“Feel her, Ethan?”

Yes. Yes. The cold morning when Mia, fresh from showering, first noticed her baby bump, she had woken him and forced his hand to fit over the small prominence, that clump of cells caught in their slow process of dividing. It had felt just like this. 

“I feel her,” he said, breath hitching.

Karl shifted, sat back, brought Ethan with him into his lap. He eased them both down until they both laid on their sides, and he arranged their hips in a way that allowed Ethan to rest comfortably, the knot seated and not tugging against his sore rim.

“Can’t wait ‘til you start showing,” Karl said into Ethan's neck. His beard scraped, making Ethan’s stomach flutter. Hot humid breath bloomed against the fine hairs at his nape before Karl clamped down with his teeth and bit him.

“I’m not a chew toy,” Ethan said, instead of what if I never do?

“Look like one to me.”

“What kind of comeback is that?”

“The only one I can manage right now. Be thankful I can talk at all.”

It took nearly an hour for the knot to shrink enough that Karl could remove it. By then Ethan had begun to doze, eyes shut and his thoughts half in dream. The backs of his eyelids swimming with visions of a little girl, her head full of dark hair, who smelled like powder and like Karl. 

“Ethan,” Karl said, rousing him. “You ready?”

Ethan nodded. 

Karl eased his cock free from Ethan’s grasping body with a soft pop, and with it came a flood. Come gushed from Ethan’s sore, gaping rim. Karl cursed, tilted Ethan’s hips forward, eased him up onto a pillow. Still, the molten heat and then rapidly cooling crust of spend pooled into the crease where his ass met thigh, and around his balls, and dripped onto the sheets and down his spent cock. Another wave of sickness washed through him, cold and arresting, though this was accompanied not by another driving stab of Karl's dick or another fresh wave of Karl's spend but with a deep inner churning as though someone had reached into his guts and pulled. His hips ached with it. His legs. He was being emptied.

Karl bunched the top sheet up and began to mop at his ass, his thighs. It seemed to do little good. After a while he relented, balling the whole thing up and tossing it to the floor.

“Pretty sure this sheet set is fucked.”

“Oh no,” Ethan mumbled into the mattress.

---

Karl knotted him as often as they could manage. Slept with his ear pressed against Ethan’s belly. Ethan gained weight that seemed concentrated on his middle. He woke in the mornings plagued by nausea. His chest swelled and grew sensitive to touch.

“It might be nothing,” Ethan said. “I’m eating well. I’m getting older.”

Karl slotted himself behind Ethan, caught him up in his arms. Held him and pressed both his hands against the slight protrusion at his belly.

#prompt fill #wintersberg #ethan winters #karl heisenberg

[cl0wn-republic]

You're the fnaf mutual so I'm going to overthink in your inbox for two seconds. The company in game and books is aware of the terrible past, and is using old code to speed up programming things (the mimic joke here) but what if they are using more of the old technology from the old fnaf pizza places? Wouldn't giving their main attractions actual souls make them more life like and relatable to the public? You can literally talk with Freddy Fazbear, he has a personality and everything, isn't that amazing kids give us your parents money. They certainly used certain parts of the funtime designs for the glamrocks, that ice-cream cake and pinata chest cavity wasn't originally designed for that purpose. The scooper apparently still exists, if it's the original one how much soul juice does it still have/had in it?

I like the idea of greedy corrupt company going into an area and not realizing the consequences because they are too busy looking at the money. Not knowing all of the fine details about everything, not realizing how dire the consequences could get, with money-making in the way to blind them further. I don't know if they're getting this detailed with the story though, I'm just throwing stuff at a wall

I'm very tired so if possible I'll try to add on in the morning but this is pretty tricky to answer bc we got a lot from HW2 but not the main answers we were looking for.

I'm pretty confident rn that none of the animatronics are haunted, just super advanced AI (as was suppose to be the case in Sl before Pizzeria Sim happened(?)) otherwise the mimic virus wouldn't have corrupted them, Freddy not being affected may just have been bad writing or safe mode just wiped it out of him somehow idk. Also they make it quite clear almost all the souls have moved on besides a few.

The only thing we don't know about is all the Nightmarionne imagery, possibly/most likely a ghost that just refused to move on bc they knew what the company was doing and wants them to suffer. Dying on your birthday at Freddy's is one thing, but fianlly killing your murderer only for the company to profit off your death is another. And than to top it off a random endoskeleton LEARNS about William and decided to become him? What a fucking nightma(ionne)!

"Listen guys you all rest I'll go take care of the shit fest that's happening over there, alright? I'll call you if we need to trap someone in the nightmare dimension again"

From how I look at it SL was the branching off point for the advanced AI. Baby was a very advanced AI and the literal ringleader of the operation, she would use Ballora and FT Foxy as lures/distractions while she killed the kids and got FT Freddy to help hide the mess. She was also keen on manipulation "faking" being Elizabeth to earn the nightguard's trust and sympathy so she can scoop out his insides and live inside of him till the body rotten so much they had to stop their collaborative roleplay server for being outdated and jump ship. With this ultimately leading to Baby being kicked out for abusing admin.

Also about the Glamrocks using the Funtime's design, I think this was done so the company could cover the fact their animatroncis were literally designed to kill kids. Like oh no no the Freddy hatch was just for cake! See??? Just a simple reuse of the design to deflect instead of actually being the same design itself. Baby's was easier to defend bc she also literally did use it to produce ice cream, I'm guessing the claw was turned into a hand in HW2 because Scott looked at that and went "okay thats a bit too obvious lemme tweak it a bit" or someone at SW suggested the changed and Scott said yes bc it makes more sense. Chica's voicebox may have also been a reuse of FT Foxy's and Ballora's lures but thats more of a stretch.

Pizzeria Sim is,,,something. Baby's characterization basically goes out the window and she fully claims to be Elizabeth. Now a lot of people just accepted Baby really is Elizbaeth (which is the canon answer but idc). While in SL that was ambiguous (bc she was a manipulative genius!) All that gets pushed aside in Pizzeria Sim. What I like to think is that after being kicked out of Ennard and being apart of it for so long she just kinda lost herself, who was she? She wasn't Baby anymore she lost herself, her look, the hold she had on those around, she was like a lost child in that moment...maybe she was a lost child? Maybe she really was Elizabeth this whole time? And in that moment of weakness she fully convinced herself that she WAS Elizabeth, she was William's daughter, his creation.

An AI that convinces itself they are someone they aren't (sound familiar?)

In HW2 I just want to note, as other have, how Baby feels different. Shes her old self back from good old SL. Now you might say well yes of course she is, she doesnt get like that till Pizzeria Sim. But it should also be noted on how emphasize was placed on her and her alone, not the other Funtimes, and not certainly not Scrapbaby. They wanted to emphasize SL's Baby, the "advanced AI". What I'm hoping this is that its a roll back on the character, not necessarily a retcon but trying to fix her character a bit with how it was fucked in Pizzeria Sim.

Now a lot of people just accepted Baby really is Elizbaeth. While in SL that was ambiguous (bc she was a manipulative genius!) All that gets pushed aside in Pizzeria Sim. What I like to think is that after being kicked out of Ennard and being apart of it for so long she just kinda lost herself, who was she? She wans't Baby anymore she lost herself, her look, the hold she had on those around, she was like a lost child in that moment...maybe she was a lost child? Maybe she really was Elizabeth this whole time? And in that moment of weakness she fully convinced herself that she WAS Elizabeth, she was William's daughter, his creation.

An AI that convinces itself they are someone they aren't (sound familiar?)

So basically SL was the introduction of the advanced AI era, Pizzeria Sim got rid of most of the spirits (and helped trapped William in hell in UCN) and made the companies ads literally help fuck you over on nights which is pretty on the nose looking back, and SB was our formal introduction to the new era of Fazbear Ent and its consequences with HW2 tying them all into one game/one era (HW going up to SL and HW2 having SL and after in it)

Or maybe I just pulled most of that out of my ass bc when it boils down Baby ACTUALLY being Elizabeth and being such a "daddy's girl" instead of the manipulative genius she was in SL literally ruined her character in general idk (like yeah shes a traumatized child but the way it just happens still kinda sucks) . And also again I'm tired as hell!

I need to stop going on tangents lol

Edit: I was thinking of mentioning the fact that the megaplex is built over the pizzeria sim than I remembered Gregory just made that shit up lol (In RUIN I honestly can't tell what that area is under the megaplex, I think it's mentioned in the books?) Also sorry if this is kinda jumbled I just wanted to quickly fix a few things before posting bc I keep forgetting about this post and making it sit in my drafts sorrryyyy

#the trilogy and the tales from the pizzaplex are the only canon books btw fazbear frights has like vague plot elements at best #but isnt stated to be directly canon mostly used to explain some things but really doesnt #also need to note this does have my opinons/bias in it #none of this is really set in stone for myself until their more info

[sassasafreeaction]

On board with a S3 1941 continuation. I think it has to be the case at this point. I want it to be that they've kissed because it makes sense why they'd be so stuck in 1941 then, but also I hate the thought that the first kiss of their 6000 year love affair is one that is an angry and desperate goodbye. Maybe I'm just in denial like that.

Based on my plausible deniability bit from yesterday (here), I'm starting to have to wonder now if its going to be a drunken and messy initial confession, or I at least think that it's only going to happen because of how much they've gone through that night and because they have the cover of alcohol.

Crowley goes to head out because it's late. They've had a long evening, but both of them still have alcohol in their system. Aziraphale isn't ready yet to let him go. - You should stay... - but he never tacks the word night onto it. He's left it open-ended and Crowley, also not sober, let's it slip. - I'll stay as long as you like, angel. - And it's not as direct as 'I'll stay forever' but it carries that same weight as I'll give you a lift anywhere you want to go.

Aziraphale panics and responds the same way he does with the Antichrist situation. He sobers up because he can't handle what they're actually talking about otherwise, but he backpedals. 'You can't, Crowley.' And Crowley is ready for rejection then, but again, so much has changed for them both this evening. Aziraphale especially though if you're on board with 1941 being when he realizes that he loves Crowley and the feeling is mutual. 'You must know that I adore you, but I... we could never.'

'What do you mean, never.'

Aziraphale huffs, frustrated because he knows he's being misunderstood. He needs Crowley to know that he loves him. He does with every fiber of his being, but he also can't shake off this burning need to protect him at every turn, neither of them can. 'After everything that's happened tonight - they were going to haul you away just because they saw us spending time together. If we-"

"If we what, angel?" And Crowley's gotten in close now, has backed him into a corner. He wants so desperately to have Aziraphale say it first because he can't handle the rejection if it isn't true.

The words are gone now though. He doesn't have them to articulate what they could be, why they can't be. "Oh, Crowley," he says in the same way that he will in 2023.

"Tell me." Crowley presses again, coming even closer now. There's almost no distance between their faces.

"Please stop," Aziraphale says, voice cracking. He can't give it a name. The only thing protecting them now is that they haven't given this feeling between them a name. It's the final words to the spell, and if he says it, he knows he'll be unable to break himself from it. But it isn't safe.

Crowley steps back then, genuinely distressed. He didn't mean to make him cry, which he is. He can see the tears in the corner of his eyes as he regards him, perhaps wishing at this point that he'll just leave and save them both. He can't though. He's been drawn to him for all of this time. He removes his glasses instead. "I'm sorry, Aziraphale, I didn't- I'm sorry. We can just-"

Aziraphale puts firm hands out between them. "We can't just." He can't handle a stop gap. Either he wants all of Crowley or none of him - none hurts less than some. "There can't be... exceptions. They'll know."

"How will they know?" Crowley growls, not seeing it. He on the other hand can handle a middle ground because he'll take anything Aziraphale will offer him. Perhaps it's his demonic nature that makes him greedy. "That's the whole point of this shop, so they can't know."

A bitter laugh bubbles out of him. "We can't just stay in here forever."

"Why not?" He's pleading now. Please for the love of someone, please don't send him away now.

"You know why, Crowley." Aziraphale closes the distance now. He grabs Crowley's lapels almost as though he's bundling him up to go back outside. "You have to go."

His face falls. Only moments ago he had you can stay and it feels almost in the same breath as though he's lost all of that. "Please, angel. I'm sorry-"

And Aziraphale kisses him. It catches him so off guard because his words don't match his actions. A part of him is used to that now though. Is use to hiding. He kisses him back though. He holds Aziraphale while he trembles.

When they pull away, Aziraphale has hardened his face. The smile is fake and practiced, and it guts Crowley in a way he wasn't expecting. He's never seen that look directed at him before. "I think... I think perhaps I've had a little too much this evening." Even the chuckle he offers as he lets Crowley go is hallow. "Probably best you head out."

Crowley watches Aziraphale continue to try to school his face. One final tear slips out from the corner and he throws his shades back on before he follows suit and cries like some sort of wounded animal. "Right...."

Azirphale reaches a hand out. "Crowley!" He tries not to look too eager as he turns back around. The angel withdraws his hand to his chest. "Drive safe..."

#I was trying to make a point #But I think I wrote a fic instead #I'm... sorry? #good omens #plausible deniability #alcohol

[symhildr]

[ Nohr ] - A quick-paced dance that focuses heavily on precise footwork and bold movements, evoking the image of two soldiers in battle.

Exhausted from the White Heron Cup and not thinking straight in the slightest, Rafiel had taken a moment to rest in a dimly lit corner. As a Heron and wholly unable to see clearly in the dark, Rafiel thinks he spots a flash of blonde on the ballroom floor - and, thinking it's his brother, Rafiel makes a beeline towards the figure.

"Reys- oh, you're not Reyson!" With a small gasp, Rafiel takes a small step back from Forrest, before attempting to muster what little composure he had left from the night. "I am so sorry, I mistook you for my brother. I've had a bit of a long night, but, um," Rafiel paused before he could ramble any further, "would you like this dance, and may I have the honor of knowing your name? I do hope I am not coming off too forward, but I would be delighted to exchange stamps too, if that may make me any less of a fool in your eyes," Rafiel offered with a sheepish laugh. "Us birds have poor vision in the dark, you see, and I had been resting in the shadows but a moment prior."

          she does not expect to immediately waver beneath the temptations of slumber.  fatigue   —   the greedy little thing   —   hangs over her mind and threatens to pull a yawn from her throat; she busies her body with drinking the water from her glass instead.  refreshing, the first sip is.  but refreshing soon begins to lull an even greater force of slumber over her as she tips the glass further.

            forrest whispers her thanks to the lady who takes her glass from her, quick to retreat away and find some peace near the corners of the ballroom.  where some are dimly lit, this one appears brighter, but not as much as he would have liked it to be.

            by the grace of fate or luck, forrest is thrust from his trance at the sound of an exclamation, soon followed by a gasp.  he turns to the voice, surprise coloring his face in a soft flush at the sight of the man before him; one with.. wings?  it is not the weirdest features on a figure that she has seen, especially since she is acquainted with those who have features alike that of a wolf and kitsune fox.

            forrest giggles, holding her hands over her lower face as she muffles the increase of her laughter.   “   please, sir, it’s perfectly fine!   ”   she takes her card out of her purse and exchanges it with the man’s own card, her smile bright and amused.   “   you do not appear as a fool in my eyes.  in any case, it is sweet to see someone this flustered over something as small as mistaking an identity for another.   ”

            she makes sure to press her initials clear and crisp onto his card, for the sake of being confident that he can see it well enough.  as she passes his card back to him, forrest bows her head in greeting.   “   i am forrest, and yes, i would love to have this dance with you.   ”   she pauses to hold her hand out for him to take, giving up the lead to the dance as well as her guidance.   (   she wonders if he knows the nohrian dance as well as she does.   )

            “   might i have your name, too?  i now know of your brother’s name, heh, which is very nice.  reyson is a beautiful name, if i might add.   ”

[ RAFIEL’S STAMP HAS BEEN ACQUIRED & FORREST’S STAMP HAS BEEN GIVEN OUT. ]

#toaball2022 #〳◌ ⁀ « coordinated praise » ( INBOX. ) #〳♡ « support tag » ( RAFIEL. ) #earthbound-chorister

[the-firebird69]

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Is Trump and he was greedy in St John's and fought like Brenda and it went on for like 40 minutes or something someone said 30 minutes which is very long for open fist I mean not covered fists full contact and there are bloodied and Granny's face was expanded for a day but really that was John Reema Lord and he could take the punches and he was punching him and my daddy it was Mac Daddy and usually he can knock someone out in one punch and then the vents over and he would not go down well he went down but he came up but still this is grainy AKA John reedward AKA Trump fighting Brad and I think we got the wrong Batman as we calling it bja and it's really Trump

Zues Hera

I'm challenging you Trump is to an exhibition WWE style wrestling match no weapons of course and we follow the rules and for charity if you bow out I'll understand but I'm formally challenging you and I'm putting it in writing and I know the ring and in costume you don't have to wear a full costume because I'm not going to wear a full costume and The mask will be similar but it won't have a metal in it but that's the idea and it will look real though I'll have everything else on

Brad aka Bane

I accept your challenge and I will be wearing the Batman suit and it won't have the armor and you can see it as armor that's pretty hard to hit it and I probably won't have a cape and her friend says you have the cape and you going in and you hand it to that girl or Robin most likely Robin cuz it's going to be a man on man bout, yes he was saying so where the cape and I take the cape off and I hand it to her and the cow will have to be a little different somehow they don't allow masks that cover your whole face or even parsley like that and he says it's not true because Rey Mysterio has one and so looking at it and it's covering everything so we're going to go ahead with it and I have a call that's made for abuse but it's not really armors rubber and you can wear a rubber helmet they don't really appreciate it but it's not really apropos in this case. So I'm accepting your challenge and offer too to do the charity match

Batman trump

It's a huge issue here everybody's kind of giggling a little cuz of thinking of trump suiting up as Batman and saying his wife's ass things I can't stand anymore he's going to do the scary monster movie that's like years of footage he's saying it's Batman as Trump a little skit no one gets elected but me stand down it's scurvy little b****, and he's saying it but being is saying back no one talks to me that way and now Trump Batman is saying it wasn't me it was someone else he says you better stop that s*** I know it was him only acting and Trump being says Trump Batman says I've had enough of both you you're going down bane and I'll take you down to the ring they're going to stay down and you won't be able to challenge me anymore because I'm going to leave you injured. That was unnecessary Batman and I'm questioning your scruples you're supposed to be a good guy and a good man get your blemishing yourself by seeing these things and yes to a public audience all can see you. I'm going to come down on you babe you're trying to smear my image so you can get away with murder and crimes Batman says

I guess it's on and we're going to have to have a ring and we're going to set up the bout and there's several bouts that are going to be set up. The real Batman versus the real bain well I guess it's a different class, the real pain versus Andre the Giant and that's a different class and possibly a while later the real bane versus the real Bain at least you could have a girl as a sidekick hopefully the first one will be an actual girl. And he's saying I hope that's an actual human girl he says she might be a giant. Now it's on okay we got all this to arrange and set up and this is because of hulk Hogan and he was encouraging it and he wants to start a series of wrestling heroes reborn and they're going to have music and celebrations and the clones and the gifted will call it corny and gay and they're going to get mad and start wrestling for real and Andre the Giant will be in it as well as Preston who has not been feeling well he's got plastic to take out and that's what it was and we do work on it

I'm going to set this up and no Chris not in the event center in Miami thanks though is a good idea your people would be there I do understand that. It they can haul you out with a crane cuz you're way so much I've got enough of this stupid s*** stop saying that funny stuff

Mac daddy

We have a huge number of people think of these your son cuz he says all this crazy s*** you do then he's just like sitting there memorizing it trying to embarrass you or some dumb s*** and he gets famous cuz he's saying what you're saying it gets away with people think he doesn't really get away with it but it's hilarious cuz he's going around saying it and later on something happens he just keeps doing it

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