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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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Just a Peak- 👀

Crack-Head Headcanon

You accidently see the guys naked

Spicy Themes 🔥 including oral 18+

Buggy, Mihawk, Crocodile, Shanks,

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Also a quick side note for everyone, This took forever since I had to do actual math! I looked at ALL of these damn characters and their height then based off of Odas fucking drawings figure out how their anatomy would lay in how he drew pants. Was it excessive- Absolutely 💯 was it worth it IDK

Buggy

• You all had been drinking on the ship, it was a fun party in all honesty. Buggy of course wanting to be flashing and show off how fun he was. Buggy who was fairly well drunk stumbled out for some reason you didnt hear-

• You stumbled out to potentially puke over the rails, However when you did you saw your Captian standing there clearly having finished relieving himself and now simply too drunk to put himself away as he stared out over the open ocean.

• You now knew why Buggy was so damn confident all the time...

• Thicccc, easy 8 inches flaccid and fit so well in his gloved hands it damn near looked picturesque.

• Have you ever seen a pretty cock!? When are cock pretty!? It's literally a perfect shape and color, with nicely trimmed ocean blue curls at the base.

Mihawk

• "AHH!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Buggy screamed as he caught you staring- His face as red as his nose as he quickly tried to tuck himself away with sloppy hands.

• You quickly doing a U-Turn back into the hull of the ship- Face as red as a cherry and the image now seared into your brain.

Crocodile

• Being acquainted with Mihawk definitely had its benefits, in case really good drinks and the Bartender giving you free drinks cause they were hitting on The famous pirate!

• Mihawk had disapeared around 4 drinks ago, so you walled out of the bar to see if you could spot him. Turning the corner you spot him, but he definitely wasn't alone.

• There he was with thay flirty Bartender, her on her knees sucking him off. He looked mildly bored as well as he glanced down at her- However you couldn't help but stare when you saw her pull back for air.

• Long a solid 9+ inches , A bit thin for what you expected but clearly he made up for it in length. Pale, Slender, curved ever so slightly and thick hair at the base.

• You now understood the wide walk-

• Seeing the young female Bartender taking him fully into her mouth once mkre with a deep blush. Her nose pressed against the thick layer of black hair at the base- You see his eyes go up from the Bartender right to you

• His eyes met yours and he smirked- Like he was amused you had caught him this way, or that he was turned on by this possibly.

• Your face burned as he stared such strong eye contact with you. Quickly you snapped from your thoughts and hurried back into the bar. Finishing your drink quietly as the memory played in your mind.

• When Mihawk returned he sat next to you, not saying a work but you felt his eyes following you.

• Being a secretary was hard- being one for a famed dangerous pirate was harder- and then there was Crocodile

• He was a very picky and meticulous man that you knew better then to displease. So you had gotten his clothes from the cleaner (sands a bitch to wash out) and was dropping them off at his current residence. You had a key anyway so you walked right in, not expecting him there anyway.

• You were dead wrong however- Walking in it seemed Crocodile had just left the shower and didn't bother with a towel either. Stepping out steaming and having water running down his form.

• He was a big man (8ft3in -253 cm) you knew that... however you never connected it how that would translate in terms of.. his other anatomy however this just didn't seem fair!

Shanks

• It was easy 11 inches, the size of some people's forearm! Paired with it being very girthy it looked more like a weapon then an organ

• Paired with the lazy mess of wavy black curls at the base he clearly didn't bother taming.

• His eyes locking on your shocked face and how red you looked. A noise similar to that of a chuckle leaving him as he didn't even bother closing his robe.

• "Come here-" He said, taking a drag from his cigar and waving you to come back in... it seemed you would have a much closer look now-

• It had been a eventful day- A successful treasure hunt were the whole crew had pulled in a few billion berries for their own pocket. So you had all celebrated, Getting far too drunk in a short amount of time- Paired with delicious food.

• You still feeling buzzed you decided to drift off to get some rest before you got totally shitfaced

• Walking into one of the near by rooms to get some rest, the alcohol still making you fuzzy you realized far too late you'd stepped into the Captian's Quarters- and Far far too late into noticing their was your Captian half undressed clearly about to retire himself.

• A lovely white and pink member laying at a easy 8 in flacid and a forest of untamable red curls are the base of his cock that just lead your eyes there and only to there.

• He blinked at you surprised before cracking one of his signature smiles-

• "You okay Darling?" He said with a laugh, seeing your face so red and shocked.

• A twinkle in his eyes as he gestured for you to come fully inside.

• "Seems something has caught your eye, why don't we close up that door and talk about it?~" He said with a smirk. You nodding and closing the door behind you with a shy smile.

• Now how could you refuse that?

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tiannasfanfic · 1 year

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Luck

Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington (Fluff)

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Summary: After a wild night out at The Hideout, Eddie Munson wakes up in bed with some unexpected company and no memory of what happened.

Rating: General Auidences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, no pronouns used.

CW: Recreational alcohol and marijuana use; tobacco use; heavily implied sex (no details); could be seen as dubcon due to the use of mild altering substances, but I tried my best to address it in the story that this is something they all wouldn't done sober, too.

Word Count: 4,345

Eddie Tag List: @eddie-swhore

Waking up after a hard night of drinking was always strange and unpleasant. In all honesty, that was why Eddie Munson preferred weed. Sure, getting drunk could be fun with the right people, but the next day was always a little slice of hell on earth.

Today was no exception. Rather than gently lifting up into consciousness as he woke up naturally, he was instead woken up by a severe pounding in his head.

Eddie opened his eyes briefly and groaned in pain before closing them again. The open curtains allowed the late morning sun to illuminate the room. The bright light sent bolts of pain through each of his eyeballs, making the headache worse. It was a steady pounding feeling, as if someone were in his head playing a drum solo.

Rolling onto his back, Eddie brought his ring clad hands up to his face to rub his eyes for a bit before attempting to open them again. While it still hurt, at least he expected the room to be so bright this time. Still though, it made his stomach turn a bit and his head throb even more. He knew if he tried to get up right now that his stomach wouldn’t be feeling too good either. Eddie decided his normal hangover cure was in order.

Shutting his eyes again, he rolled over towards the center of his bed, fully intending to go back to sleep. He threw his arm out to stretch across the empty space next to him.

Instead of stretching out like he intended though, his arm landed on something that cause it do bend at an awkward angle, as if draped over something. Eddie cracked his eyes open again and lifted his head slightly. It took him a moment to process it, but he eventually realized there was someone else laying under the blankets with him, still sleeping peacefully.

While bringing someone home with him from The Hideout wasn’t a completely uncommon occurrence, it didn’t happen very often. And, when it did, he was always sober enough to remember it once he woke up in the next day. Right now, though, Eddie couldn’t even remember how he got home from the bar last night, much less remember bringing someone home with him.

Though Eddie’s head was still pounding, the idea of sleep was forgotten. He started wracking his brain, trying to piece together the previous night.

Corroded Coffin had a Saturday night gig at The Hideout. That much he remembered. It ended up being a fantastic show. All of their friends came out for it, and they drew in a fairly large crowd since they were playing on the weekend. Granted, the bar was still under half capacity, but it was one of their largest crowds to date and that was something to celebrate. And, after the show, that’s exactly what everyone had done.

Eddie remembered Steve buying a round of drinks after the performance. He remembered you and him sneaking off to a stall in the men’s room to share a joint. He remembered Gareth ordering a round of shots when the two of you got back. Then Robin ordered a round of drinks after that. And then Jeff ordered another round of shots after that. At some point, he vaguely remembered tequila getting involved. But, after that, there was nothing until just a little bit ago when he woke up.

After thinking on it for a while, he gave up on trying to remember, figuring that would come back later. But Eddie was curious now. He reached over to gently pull the blanket down a bit to see who it was he ended up taking home with him.

Eddie froze, still holding the blanket.

You. You were lying next to him in bed.

Eddie’s mind whirled, his heart pounding as loudly as his head by this point.

You’d never been in bed with him before, even just to sleep. There were only a few times you’d ever stayed over, only on nights when you couldn’t drive home or the weather was bad, but he always slept on the couch those nights so you could have the bed to yourself. There had to be a logical explanation for this.

Out of curiosity, he lifted the edge of the blanket and looked down.

Eddie’s heart stopped.

You both were completely naked.

He stared down at your bodies as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.

You were laying with your arms folded against your chest and half on your stomach, which blocked your private areas from his view. All he could really see the full length of your bare leg all the way up past the curve of your ass to your hip.

Your hip that currently had a hand on it, which was neither his nor yours.

Eddie sat up hurriedly. It was quite a shock realizing there was a third person in bed with you two, but that was nothing in comparison to the shock of seeing who exactly it was.

Curled up on your other side was none other than Steve Harrington.

Once again, it took a moment for Eddie to comprehend what he was seeing.

The section of blanket on Steve’s side had slid down some, revealing that he was shirtless. Though, another peek under the blankets revealed that he was just as naked as you and Eddie were.

Fully in shock now, Eddie slowly laid back down. He stared at the ceiling, wracking his brain again in a desperate attempt to remember the night before.

The fog of alcohol and the headache from the hangover blocked off his memory still, so he gave up again and debated on what he should do next.

He supposed he could just leave and come back later after the both of you had left, but that would only delay the inevitable. You two would still be waking up naked in his bed even if he wasn’t there to see it. Eventually, this would need to be addressed if you all wanted any sort of friendship after this. It was going to be awkward when the two of you woke up. That much he knew for sure.

Now in desperate need in of a smoke, Eddie carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake either of you. He found a pair of sweatpants among his laundry scattered about on the floor. As he pulled them on, he noticed your clothes and Steve’s flung haphazardly around the room, along with the clothes he had been wearing last night. He swallowed heavily, quietly heading from the bedroom.

As he made a pit stop in the bathroom, Eddie was still trying to figure out how you all ended up in bed together. He knew what it looked like. He was well aware of what it looked like. But it couldn’t possibly have been that. No way. He’d never been drunk or high enough to act on his attraction to either of you. The only thing he could think of was that all you all started feeling hot from the alcohol, stripped down to cool off and just fell asleep. That had to be it.

But then as he went to leave the bathroom, he glanced in the mirror and did a double take. Scattered along his upper chest, neck and shoulders were hickies and bite marks of various sizes and shades.

Stunned, he stared at himself for a moment. He turned slowly then turned to get a good look at the rest of his body. While there wasn’t any more hickies that he could see, streaked down his back were several dark pink welts that were clearly nail marks. In addition to that, just above his shoulder blades were a few crescent shaped bruises, like someone had dug their nails into his back while holding onto him.

Eddie’s jaw dropped. He met his own gaze in the mirror.

“What the fuck did you do?” he said softly to his reflection.

In the living room, Eddie found evidence that you three had hung out here for a while before migrating to his bed. A few empty beer bottles littered the coffee table and a half-smoked joint sat in the ashtray. Eddie slipped on his jacket and sneakers before grabbing the joint on the way to the front door.

This morning called for something stronger than a cigarette now.

Trying to stay quiet, he left the front door partially open and gently closed the screen door. The sun was even brighter now that he was outside, which immediately got in Eddie’s eyes and made him wince. His head was throbbing even more now that he was up, which, as predicted, was starting to make his stomach queasy. He lit the joint first, hoping to calm his nerves as well as the effects of the hangover. Once that was gone, he fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and began chain smoking.

Not too long after Eddie started on his first cigarette, a very groggy, and very hungover, Steve sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and squinted as he looked around the room. Confusion sat in as he didn’t recognize where he was at first. But then after his gaze landed on a couple of guitars and one heavy metal poster after another, he slowly came to realize he was in Eddie’s bedroom.

This didn’t come as a surprise to Steve though. The plan the night before had always been to come back to Eddie’s place at the end of the night. Nancy had picked the three of you up from there since it was her turn to be the designated driver, so you all had left your vehicles there. While he didn’t remember coming to bed, he had vague memories of sharing a cab with you and Eddie once the bar had closed, well after Nancy and the others had left. He remembered you three wanted to continue partying and you two decided you were staying the night. Wayne was out of town that weekend for work training, so Eddie was all for having you two over for the night.

As Steve went to swing his legs out of bed, a sudden throbbing in his head made him double over slightly, his elbows resting on his thighs, eyes squeezed closed and slightly watering.

Getting drunk is always a good idea until the next day.

Halfway through his third cigarette, Eddie heard someone stirring in the trailer through the screen door. Whoever it was, be it you or Steve, was trying to be quiet, but the creaky floor wasn’t having it.

Eddie wasn’t any closer to figuring out what he was going to do. Leaving still seemed like the best idea, but it was too late for that now. The keys to his van were on the kitchen counter.

Fortunately, whoever was it was didn’t come outside, giving him some more time to compose himself. He listened to them shuffle across the living room, pick up the phone and dial a number.

Whoever they were trying to call didn’t answer because Eddie heard them hang up then try again.

“C’mon, pick up,” a voice muttered from inside.

Eddie couldn’t tell who it was until whoever the person they were trying to call finally answered.

“Robin! Finally!” they whisper yelled. “I’m freaking out over here!”

Eddie finally recognized the voice as Steve’s and some of his nerves eased hearing it was Steve, but he still wasn’t quite ready to face him just yet. Creeping closer to the door, he listened in on Steve’s side of the conversation.

“You’ve gotta help me out, I don’t know what to do!” Pause. “I can’t calm down! I just woke up next to Y/N in Eddie’s bed!” Pause. “Robin, we were both naked!” Pause. “No, I’m not joking!” Pause. “Seriously, Robin, now is not the time for jokes!” Pause. “I don’t know if I had fun, I don’t remember anything after leaving The Hideout!”

Knowing that he wasn’t the only one in the dark made Eddie feel a little better about the whole thing. But then a thought occurred to him, and all of his nerves came back.

In a way, he hoped you wouldn’t remember any it either. There was no telling what your reaction would be to all this. There wasn’t any use trying to deny what happened anymore. The three of you had a threesome last night. Or, at the very least, you and Eddie fucked. That much was obviously for certain judging from the way his own chest and back looked. But, then again, it wouldn’t make much sense why Harrington would be in the same state as you both unless he was also involved too. At least if none of you remembered what happened, that way you would all be a blank slate and could pretend it didn’t happen.

Granted, he didn’t know how that would be possible since you all would know it happened, regardless of whether or not any of you remembered it. But, if that’s what it took to still be friends after all this, he was willing to give it a shot. He didn’t want to lose either of you due to some stupid drunken escapade.

Eddie sighed and took the last drag off his cigarette as Steve was finishing his call.

Time to face the music.

He stepped back into the trailer as Steve was hanging up the phone. Steve didn’t hear him at first, giving Eddie the chance to get a look at him.

While Steve had pulled on his jeans, he was still shirtless, giving Eddie a good view of his torso. He could see some nail marks down his back, as well as a few hickies on his neck and shoulders.

There was one question answered, at least.

The sound of the screen door closing made Steve finally turn around, revealing more hickies across his chest. A sheepish look came over his face when he saw Eddie.

“Uh, hey,” Steve said, running his hand through his hair nervously. “Morning.”

“Morning,” Eddie said, fiddling with his rings nervously.

A brief silence fell over the two men.

“Y/N’s naked,” Steve suddenly blurted out, and then pointed towards Eddie’s bedroom. “In your bed. Back there.”

Eddie nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, swallowing heavily. “Yeah, I saw.”

“So was I,” Steve said, and once again run his hand through his hair. “Completely naked. Next to Y/N. In your bed.”

Eddie nodded again.

“Yeeeah,” he said slowly. “I, uh, was naked, too. With you two. In my bed.”

Steve’s eyes widened and he swallowed heavily. He looked in the direction of the bedroom then back to Eddie.

“Do you think we…you know?” Steve asked, gesturing between the two of them and the bedroom, then gave the air a little thrust of his hips, as if he didn’t want to say what he was thinking.

“Obviously,” Eddie said, and gestured between the two of them. “Look at us, man. We had a pretty wild night from the looks of it.”

At Eddie’s words, Steve looked down at his chest. His eyes were wide as he slowly looked back up at Eddie.

“What the hell should we do?” Steve whisper yelled, looking close to panicking.

“I have no idea!” Eddie whisper yelled back. “I can’t say I’ve ever woken up like this before, much less with either of you!”

The two men stared at each other for a moment before Steve sighed.

“Man, this is crazy,” Steve said, which Eddie nodded in agreement with. Then Steve sighed, his arms crossing over his chest. “Maybe…we should see how Y/N feels about it first?”

Eddie brightened.

“Good idea,” he said hurriedly, feeling somewhat relieved the overall outcome wouldn’t be on his shoulders. “If Y/N’s fine with it, then I’m fine with it.”

Steve nodded readily in agreement. He opened his mouth to say something else but cut himself off when the sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom down the hall.

Both men whipped their heads around at the sound. Neither of them had heard you get up. Soon, they heard the bathroom door open.

Now it really was time to face the music.

Since facing Steve had gone easier than expected, Eddie braced himself for your reaction. He was fully prepared for a meltdown. He expected you to be upset, and even braced himself for tears. He expected some yelling, possibly some screaming. There might even be some accusations, though the possibility of you thinking anything like that made Eddie’s stomach clench. He hoped you would know that he would never take advantage of you while you were drunk…but, then again, could he really say that since he didn’t even remember what happened? The very idea alone made his stomach clenched even tighter.

When you came out of the bathroom, you were dressed in your clothes from the night before. You were humming softly, which struck Eddie as strange considering the circumstances. You usually didn’t hum all that much, just when you were in an exceedingly good mood. This didn’t really strike Eddie as an occasion where you would be in a good mood though.

As you started to turn into the kitchen, you looked up and saw them in the living room.

“Morning fellas,” you said, smiling brightly at them both before ducking into the small kitchen.

They could hear you start to open cabinet doors. Eddie and Steve both looked at each other, deep confusion on their faces. It didn’t seem like you were bothered by the state of things at all. Maybe you hadn’t put two and two together yet? You woke up alone in bed, so it was possible.

You came back a moment later and stood in the doorway to the living room. A box of cereal was tucked under your arm, and you were eating it dry right out of the box with your free hand.

Aside from the crunch of cereal and the sounds drifting in from the outside, the room was silent. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable silence but wasn’t really an uncomfortable one either. It was just a silence.

Eddie started rubbing the back of his neck nervously, his gaze flicking repeatedly between you and Steve. Steve was in a similar state, one of his feet tapping anxiously and he kept crossing and uncrossing his arms, his eyes looking between you and Eddie. You seemed to be the only one relaxed, munching on your cereal and looking between the two men.

It seemed like everyone was waiting on someone else to start talking first.

After some time of this, you cleared your throat, which made them both look back over at you.

“Uh,“ you finally said, smiling shyly at them. “Hi.”

“Hi,” said both Eddie and Steve at the same time.

“I, uh,” you said, then stopped to clear your throat. “I had a lot of fun last night.” you said.

Before either of them could process what you just said, you started laughing nervously and shook your head.

“Sorry,” you said, your cheeks flushing a soft pink. “That was a really weird thing for me to say after everything. I mean, obviously, I had fun.”

Eddie exchanged another look with Steve, then back to you.

Now you were the one who looked nervous, taking their silent exchange of a look for something else.

“Did, did you two have fun, too?” you asked, shifting on your feet.

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Well, um, that’s the thing, Princess,” he said, then stopped, unsure of how to phrase things.

“We were, uh,” Steve continued after a moment. “Actually trying to figure all that out. What happened last night, I mean.”

Your eyes widened at their words, and you looked back and forth between the two again.

“You guys don’t remember?” you asked.

Both men shook their heads.

Your mouth dropped opened in shock.

“Exactly h-how drunk were you two last night?” you asked softly.

“I don’t remember leaving The Hideout,” Eddie confessed, with a shrug.

“I barely remember the cab ride here,” Steve said. “Nothing after that though.”

Your hand flew to your mouth, an expression of horror on your face.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you said, your voice remorseful and you looked on the verge of tears. “I had no idea you guys were that drunk, I swear!”

“No no no!” Eddie said, taking a few steps forward so he could rest a hand on your shoulder. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn’t your fault.”

All of a sudden, a very sheepish look came to you face and your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

“Actually, um,” you said. “I kind of initiated the whole thing.”

There was a moment of silence.

“What whole thing?” Steve asked, voice quiet and tinged with awe.

There was another moment of silence.

“You know,” you finally said, then gestured between the three of you, as if you were hesitant to say it. “Us. Having sex. It was my idea.”

There was a lot longer than just a moment of silence after that one.

Steve nearly fell over where he was standing but managed to catch his balance.

Eddie’s hand dropped from your shoulder in shock to hang limply at his side.

Now that it was confirmed, Eddie tried once again to remember the night before. Squeezing his eyes shut, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. The fog of alcohol was still too thick to penetrate with his head in the state it was and straining to think didn’t do anything but make the headache worse.

“So, um,” Steve said, finally breaking the silence and making Eddie look up. “H-How did it happen?”

“Well,” you said slowly, swallowing a bite of cereal. “We’ve all been flirting pretty heavily with each other for a while now, and I’ve had a thing for both of you for a long time before that.” A bashful grin came to your face then. “So, I may have gotten a little buzzed and handsy at the bar, and you both were into it. After we came back here, we had a few more drinks and, well…” You cleared your throat and looked down shyly. “I decided to try my luck and asked if you two wanted to have sex with me.”

Both Eddie and Steve stared at you in shock.

“You’ve had a thing got us for a while?” Eddie said when he finally found his voice again.

You nodded.

There was a short pause in the conversation as they processed this.

“Well?” Steve said after abit. “What’d we say?”

Eddie looked over at him with a raised brow. As if their answer wasn’t obvious already.

“Truthfully, not much,” you said as you looked up. “It escalated pretty quickly after that. Though, you both did double check to make sure I fully understood what I was saying after the alcohol and weed.” A warm smile came to your face. “I thought that was really sweet.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn to look down shyly.

The room was got quiet again.

“But you said you had fun, right?” Steve suddenly asked. You nodded in confirmation. “Then that must mean we did good, right?”

Eddie looked over at Steve, gawking at him. While this was an entirely new situation for him, Eddie was pretty sure it was in poor taste to ask for a report card after having a threesome.

To his surprise, you didn’t seem to mind. Biting your bottom lip, you grinned and nodded.

Eddie couldn’t help but grin himself then, a boost of confidence suddenly coming back. It briefly made him forget about the oddness of this situation.

“Yeah?” he asked, then decided to be bold. “How good?”

Now you were blushing again.

“Well, I’m pretty sore today,” you said, your voice going a bit higher pitched, so you had to clear your throat before continuing. “You both were pretty enthusiastic all night.”

It wasn’t too long after that you had to leave since you were supposed to meet up with family later on. The three of you kept conversation light as you and Steve finished dressing, talking about your plans for the day.

Once you got ready to leave, you gave them each a soft kiss on the lips.

“Hopefully once the hangovers go away you guys will remember some of it,” you said with a smile as you headed for the door.

“I sure as hell hope so, Princess,” Eddie groaned before he could stop himself.

While he turned red at his own words, you giggled at him as you opened the door to leave. It was the first time Eddie had ever heard that sound from you and it made his heart speed up. It gave him even more of his confidence back.

“If we don’t remember, any chance there could be a redo?” Eddie asked before he could talk himself out of it.

You froze in mid-step halfway out the door and turned quickly to look at Eddie. The shock on your face was almost comical. A quick glance over at Steve showed him staring at Eddie in horror. Looking back at you, Eddie gave you his biggest grin and winked at you, which he was delighted to see made you blush.

“Um, I-I don’t know,” you said, and then a grin of your own slowly spread across your face. “Maybe. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

You sent a wink back at Eddie before leaving then. Steve wasn’t too far behind, heading out himself just a few minutes later.

Plopping down on the couch as he listened to Steve’s car driving away, Eddie sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Initially, he didn’t have plans for today, but now he knew what he was going to spend the rest of his day doing.

Trying to remember fucking his two very hot best friends.

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hanwiore · 9 months

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you were just so…cute.

Sitting on the couch with your legs under you as you stroked the end of you pink skirt, two barbie ponytails with a swoop you just gotten done earlier today, that nanami paid for. White cami shirt and a pink cardigan, you were adorable but such a very bad girl.

“Daddy, it was a accident- i swear it!” Your eyes looked wide as you look up at the man, tom ford button down and a nice fitted tie over his neck. Nanami was just so clean…so expensive looking. Your thighs clench.

Oh your were a very…bad girl.

“Are you always causing accidents that require you cussing at me like some crazy woman?” His voice rang out in the quiet big house. Your hands fumbled with the edge of the white couch, a frown gracing your lips. “N-no but it was just…” your eyebrows drew close.

You were frustrated that’s all, frustrated that the nail tech didn’t do right. Frustrated that nanami didn’t have time to go in there for you to address the issue like he did everytime you disliked something.

Then he the nerve to call you a spoiled brat which made you cuss at him.

“Well I wouldn’t be fucking spoiled if you didn’t make me like this!”

Is what you said which was crazy because, even before nanami you were a spoiled little thing.

Not understanding what no meant, or not today, or not right now.

Tears start burning your eyes, it’s just not fair!

“I-i just didn’t, i-i just don’t like em’ da-daddy!” You look at your nails, the index finger not shaped right, not square enough. “I told you we can fix them tomorrow but you want to throw a fit like I haven’t taught you shit baby.” He mumbled as his hand move to the back of your knee that was covered from the back of thighs.

Strong enough to pull your legs from under and that has you back flying back into the couch and skirt flying up to show your pink panties.

“D-daddy, im so-so sorry.” You sniffle and whine because you hate when nanami is mad at you, hates when he sees you differently then being his good little angel. Then suddenly he grips your face, thumb pushing in on one side as the others pushed in on the other. “Shhh, daddy knows baby. He always know.” And thats true.

Cause he knew exactly how to fuck you brain dead with just his fingers.

Legs spread wide, toes clenching in your pink socks with white frill’s at the top, your head leaned back against the sofa, finger digging into nanami’s strong arm that hand veins all around them as three fingers shoved deep into your wet tight pussy.

“G-god, oh god d-daddy!” You mewl and whine, biting your pouty lip and god you looked so cute.

Nanami looking at the way sweat glistening slightly around your neck. Your gold necklace he got you a week prior to meeting him at the first dinner date. Which was a year ago. Your nipples were hard under the shirt, wet circling around it when you sucked them through the shirt. Eyes going down to your trembling things that were soaked, you were just so cute.

He groans and place your legs on his shoulder, kissing your calf, moving his fingers forward to tough the spongey spot in you, rubbing which made you moan unexpectedly loud. “Good job baby, she so fucking tight. And she’s fuckin’ talking to me too baby. You hear it?” He moans infront of your face. You nodded enthusiastically. Stupidly.

“Yes, yes, yes yes yes yes yes.” You were just so dumb! Moving your hands behind his neck and through his disheveled hair. “Gonna cum daddy, hm can i cum? F-feels so good.” You whine, looking at his eyes, he looked so carefree. But his hard dick that was trapped in his black slacks was pushed against your thigh.

“You think you deserve hm? You think you deserve to cum on my fingers?.” And there you go nodding again because you didn’t give a fuck that you messed up a little earlier, cumming was more important to you right now.

His fingers slid out and you cried.

“No! Daddy st-stop it’s not f-funny.” But nanami wasn’t laughing. Cause it wasn’t funny which is why he told you to make your self cum on your own fingers cause you didn’t deserve his.

And tears began to fall cause you hated that, wanted his and his only. “B-but.” He cuts you off swiftly. “No. Cum on your own fingers. And i meant it.” He pulls up off you slightly, now standing up with both hands on each of your foot. Thumbs digging into the heel of it. You cute little manicured fingers fall to your clit, you look at his face and start rubbing it.

His face was enough to get you off anyways.

His blonde hair, and eyebrows that frowned slightly “oh” you gasped as your hips moved in circular motion against your fingers, thinking his finger doing it. His fingers were better and the though made you pout. Your eyes travel to his neck, you first initial on his gold necklace, his good fucking hard body you can see against his white button up shirt. “Oh gosh..” you mumble and close your eyes.

“Look at me baby.” And you eyes dart open, squelch squelch squelch as your fingers became more aggressive, more needy. Now your eyes was on his bulge. It was so thick, pants tight around his thighs.

You can just imagine his dick, the dick that can be rubbing against your clit instead of his fingers, “you almost there aren’t you sweetheart? Boutta cum on those cute fingers hm?” Your eyes were teary, listening to nanami on half a mind.

“D-daddy, oh my…daddy!” Your thoughts were going wild, his hands holding your legs open as they shook uncontrollably. You felt it, the clench in your stomach as you began sobbing, just the thought of his dick alone was making you cum. “Ca-can i cum? I’ll be so good daddy, will never c-cuss at you aga-again! I wanna cum s’ bad !” You words were jumbled but he understood you.

He bent down slightly moving your fingers away so his hard dick that was still hiding in his pants can push on your puffy clit, you whimpered, moving your hips up to fuck yourself against that hard bulge. “That’s it baby, i know.” His hips moves forward against you, he pecks your lips softly, then your cheek, and sucks your neck nastily. “Cum on my pants baby, show me how needy you are.”

Your arms circle around his neck and you whined so loudly, hips bucking, your breath labored. “Cummingcummingcummingcumming.” “Daddy!daddynghhhhhhdaddy!”

You fucking soaked his pants and sofa, your fingers squeezing his hair and you start mumbling unintelligible sentences. He groans and keeps moving his hips against yours, “i-its sensitive.”

“I know baby but your gonna help me cum too right?”

And you did, more then once.

#jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami x you #nanami smut #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #nanami x black!reader #nanami kento #black reader #black women #jjk smut #smut

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hopepetal · 4 months

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Fae Pearl or Gem perhaps?

“You still haven’t given me your name.”

Gem poked the fire with a stick, sighing as she leaned forward. “And I don’t plan on it.” The fire crackled merrily as she looked up at the fae sitting across from her with that same eerie smile from before. “Why are you still here, anyway? Don’t you have better things to do with your time?”

The fae laughed, a bell-like sound that tickled Gem’s brain. “It almost sounds like you don’t want me here! And here I thought we were friends. Lighten up, ya goof, I’m not going to eat you.”

Gem raised her eyebrows but said nothing. She wouldn’t be surprised if eating people was something the fae did– but fae didn’t lie, so at least she was safe from this one for now. At least, safe from being eaten. There were other ways she could be harmed, which she was very much trying to avoid.

It was hard when she had a fae that just didn’t want to leave her alone, despite her best efforts to get them off her trail. What was she doing that the fae was so interested in, anyway?

She hadn’t realized she’d asked that question out loud before the fae laughed again, shaking their head. “I think you’re funny! Your quest for vengeance, I mean. Mortals are always so set on getting revenge all the time, despite having such short lives. Don’t you have anything better to do, than try and kill my brother?”

Gem froze. “What?”

The fae laughed again. “Yes, my brother. The king? The man you blame for killing your best friend? The one you think is mortal? That’s him.”

Gem drew her sword quickly, standing up and pointing the iron blade at the fae. “If you are here to harm me, you’ll find out very quickly that I bite back.” She tried to put a threatening edge in her voice, suppressing the shaking in her hands that threatened to put an end to her whole charade.

The fae simply smiled, tilting her head. “I’m not here to harm you. If I was, you’d be dead already.” Fae didn’t lie. “Calm down, little one. Let me tell you more.”

Gem, surprised at her own actions, sat down and sheathed her sword. “Fine.”

“Good! So, where to begin…”

(Ask game!)

#my writing #hermitcraft #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #shinyduo #answered ask #anon ask

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mollymagician · 1 year

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Matthew didn’t go immediately.

When Death visited the Dreaming that day, it was just he and Lucienne she was there to see. A quick visit, she said. Informal. Just the three of them in a quiet corner of the library. Because, she said… if anyone deserved to know, it was them.

She smiled that smile of hers, and he swore something that had been broken in his little bird-sized heart started to knit back together.

He would have been gone in an instant, out the window in a flash and demands on his…er…afterlife?… be damned. But Death crooked a finger at him, and leaned down, conspiratorial, to whisper, “Matthew, give them time, okay? It won’t be easy, at first. He’s going to need it.” A quick hand stroking his back feathers, like an apology.

He coughed and studied the wood grain of the desk . “Uh…yeah. I mean…right. Of course. You…you got it, uh, Ma’am.”

But she was already gone.

So, he gave them time.

A month passed, in the Waking, by his reckoning.

How much time was time, Matthew wondered.

What did ‘time’ mean to someone who was a few billion years old? Was a month enough time for the anthropomorphic personification of everybody’s brain-stuff to become Some Guy? How did that even work, anyway? Did he need to, like, solidify? Like a pudding? Probably not the instant stuff. But what the hell did he know about pudding, he’d only ever eaten it out of a little plastic cup.

While he pondered the pudding-to-Endless equivalency method of time measurement, another month passed.

Then one evening, as he perched on one of the palace spires and watched the sun sinking down towards the rippling mirage that concealed the horizon, his patience snapped completely, without warning, and he found himself winging his way into the Waking before his own common sense could sweet talk him out of it.

He landed on the narrow sill outside of a very familiar window. Mellow lamplight spilled through the glass. He could see inside, across the comfortable living room with it’s well-worn couch and cluttered dining table, to the two figures standing together in the small kitchen.

Holy fucking shit, Matthew thought.

He lunged foreword to tap out that familiar little rhythm on the glass— shave and a haircut— and Hob was hustling over to open it in an instant, grinning like a searchlight. Then he was skidding to a stop in the middle of the kitchen counter and before him was

Before him stood

If possible, he seemed even thinner than before— whatever had happened over the past two months had happened to him hard. But he was also…softer. Was that a thing that could be? Standing in the kitchen in a faded blue (blue. blue?) tshirt and threadbare gray sweatpants and smiling. SMILING. He was Some Guy and he was looking at Matthew and smiling.

He was exactly the same. He was entirely different.

“Holy fucking shit,” Matthew said.

Dream leaned his forearms against the counter, bringing himself down to ravens-eye level and said, “Hello Matthew.”

Very eloquently, Matthew said, “Dude.” Then, the floodgates opened and he couldn’t seem to stop. “DUDE. Fuck…it’s…you! It’s you! Look at that! Holy shit! I can’t even…I mean why am I surprised I died and woke up a fucking bird but I mean…look at you!! FUCK!!” He flapped his wings emphatically and stomped, as best he could with his spindly legs. “Goddammit! These…fucking…ARRGH. No thumbs! An’ no arms! I just wanna…HOB. My dude. Would you help me out here????”

Hob, who had been standing by with the expression of someone who had sprained an internal organ with the effort not to laugh, drew a shaky breath and a hand across his mouth and stepped foreword.

“Okay, I think I see. I get you.” He stepped up to Dream, laid broad palms on his narrow shoulders, and said with great formality, “Dream…from Matthew.”

And tugged Dream forward into a crushing, bone-creaking hug, compressing the breath clean out of him.

Dream squeaked like a squeezed balloon and that…that, more than anything else, made it real.

“Yeah,” Matthew said, “That’s the stuff.”

When Hob released him a solid minute later, Dream staggered a bit and caught himself on the counter, looking slightly stunned. But the smile was back, tugging up the corners of his mouth.

“I…I thank you, Matthew,” He said. “I missed you as well.”

Matthew looked down at his skinny little bird feet, listening to the sound of his claws clicking as he fidgeted. He felt…what was this? Shy. When the hell had shy ever happened to him? Never, that’s when. Fuck that. Matthew cleared his throat and looked up at the pair standing there beaming at him under the gold kitchen lights. “So, uh. What’cha up to? Got any big plans for…uh…for your afterlife tonight?”

“Ah. Hob is teaching me how to.” Dream paused. “Not set the stove on fire. We are making—what is this?” He plucked a small box off the countertop and studied it. “Pudding. Apparently.”

The sound Matthew made would have been pppPPPpppffffftttttt if he’d had lips. Which he didn’t, so the noise that actually came out was more or less indescribable.

“It’s a step up from tinned soup,” Hob said. “Progress is being made.”

Dream slanted him a look and picked up the can of whip cream, fiddling with the nozzle. “I did make perfectly adequate tinned soup. The second time. I believe I will be more than capable of—“ The rest of the sentence was obliterated by the sound of aerosolized dairy product spurting across his face.

Dream sighed.

Hob turned around to face the refrigerator, his shoulders shaking silently, organs once again in peril.

“…Oh man,” Matthew said. “This is gonna be great.”

#Dreamling #retired dream au #the sandman netflix #hob gadling #matthew the raven #retired!Dream #why was it so hard to finish this silly little thing?#why brain why??#Dreamling fic #my writing

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sweeneydino · 3 months

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*BIG INHALE* Hi! I’ve been rotating the Spikeangelo au in my brain for a while, and things might get incomprehensible real quick. Not all questions, some just comments... 90% of this is just musing as the train of thought jumps rails and causes massive casualties; no need to answer all if you chose to answer any.

1. The fact that Master Splinter lets Titan live with them BEFORE he knows that he’s a version of Mikey, even after the attempted murder… man will look at a mutated turtle, ask, “Is anyone going to adopt that?” and not wait for an answer.

2. In Turtle Temper, Splinter says, “Spike, chew on your leaf if you are in the mood for a story”. Ronin has a choice here: pest Raph by eating, or troll Splinter by not. What choice would he make?

3. It seems like during the Slash and Destroy episode, Titan already had his outfit. If so… where did he get the clothes? The little turtles don’t really wear anything (and their clothes would be much smaller), so unless Splinter has a secret goth wardrobe, the only thing I can think of is that Raph is Very Optimistic about how tall he’s going to get, and has stockpiled clothes accordingly.

4. A while back you mentioned Titan “chewing [Shredder] out” after Shredder kills Splinter during the Triceraton invasion. The image you drew made it look like a tirade, but the first thing that came to mind for me was… more along the lines of using Shredder as a dog toy.

5. You said that after Slash and Destroy, Titan hides for a while out of shame. When does he rejoin the others? Before the invasion, *during* the invasion, after? Does he join the farmhouse arc, or does he do as canon Slash does and defend NYC while the rest of the turtles are gone?

Ah... there's a very long part six that's just about the ghosts... I don't think I'll be bothering you with that today.

When I see these types of asks, I can never control the squeal that comes out of my mouth. I love detailed analyses about my aus

I also love completing things, so let's do them all!

1) Yep! Idk whats with the Splinters, but if it's turtle-shaped and needs a home, well say no more!

When Spike turned to Titan, Splinter already sensed something off with him, something more familiar than a family pet, but he would never figure out why until their lair is attacked by the kraang at the start of the invasion.

It's hard not to realize that your son's former pet knows moves (and shows a strange amount of wisdom) that you're 90% sure you never taught or shown to any of your sons.

I think he's still upset about the pizza. Or Raph's anger.

3)Dumpster diving?

I'll be honest, I forgot to write it down... So we will stick to this simple solution for now🗿

Okay, well... Shredder ALMOST became a dog toy. Let's just say that (this will totally not be a future comic)

5) He reunites with them after the newtralizer arc! After a little convincing ofc

When the invasion begins, he's with Splinter and Leatherhead, having defended their home and now searching for the turtles. They find Shredder after they exit the sewer, and Titan isn't too pleased to see the old bastard, attacking him in a rage once he hears about Leo's possible "demise."

Unfortunately, when he gains the upper hand, Titan is the one caught off guard and knocked into the machine, crushed by the pipes.

Before Shredder could really begin his usual evil monologue, he becomes distracted with Leatherhead, allowing Splinter to check on Titan and help him out of the pile of metal. Despite the likelihood of having a huge bruise on his ribs, he'd be fine. Even better if he could get rid of all their issues right there in front of him.

The one wrestling an alligator. And somehow winning.

And when he sees that devil in that all too familiar armor toss leatherhead into the pit, he's all too ready to kill him.

Yet he can't. Because He's not the only one wanting to prevent the past from happening again.

Splinter sends him away to find his sons, Titan's brothers - well, sorta - and even if he wants to bring Oroku Saki, the worse pain imaginable, he's more concerned if they are okay.

...

Okay, well, if the rest of them are okay

COUGH COUGH.

He'd find them, with him.

And uh. I think Leo's perfectly fine.

So when they decided to leave for April's farmhouse, he stayed in the city to search for Splinter and the other Mutanimals after leaving Leo with the others.

Maybe he sees himself as a burden.

Then the rest you make up on the way 👍 /j

This was very fun! Maybe I should just write paragraphs or smol little chapters with much more detail and flow🤔

Nah, I'll just draw.

Can't wait for the looooooooooonnngggg part six :D

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denpa-dere · 6 months

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prompt 10 for luci!!!

Prompt: “What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” with Lucifer

Warnings: Alcohol/Drinking

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Okay, so, maybe you two had formed the bad habit of egging each other on. Not that he'd ever admit to letting anyone, let alone some little human, get under his skin and sway his judgment. No. He was Lucifer, first-born of the seven lords of hell and Avatar of Pride. As the prince's right hand, he had an image to uphold, always.

But between you and the prince's foolish encouragement, he was drunk.

The evening had gotten away from the lot of you, having fun and drinking on Lord Diavolo's dime in celebration of another RAD project successfully brought to completion. As the night drew on and the crowd thinned, some of the other demon brothers with weaker constitutions trickled out of the upscale bar, heading for home. You waved off Beel (saddled with an unconscious Belphie) when he offered to walk you back to the House of Lamentation. You could handle yourself, you reassured him.

Besides, it was rare to see Lucifer in such fine form: disheveled, face flushed, laughing raucously. He slouched over the bar, covering his face with one hand, trying to compose himself, and it was so- for lack of a better word- human that it made your heart swell.

You excused yourself for a quick trip to the restroom, wanting to collect yourself before seeing what else the night had in store. Fairly drunk yourself, you started to psych yourself up. Yes, obviously between Diavolo and Barbatos, Lucifer would get home safely no matter what state he was in. But you wanted to be the one to take him home. The thought of speaking alone with a more loose-lipped, candid version of him excited you a little too much.

You caught your reflection in the mirror and paused, dismayed. Maybe it was the harsh bathroom lighting, but you looked tired, older than your years. A cold weight settled in your stomach. You adjusted your hair and tried to shake off your sudden burst of insecurity. You were thinking too hard.

You had been gone for just a moment, but returned to find your seat at the bar taken by a beautiful demon. Even after all this time, the natural beauty of most demons still sometimes stunned you. The demon leaned in close, speaking to a very animated Lucifer and laughing coquettishly as he described something you couldn’t quite hear. You felt the air punched out of your lungs and numbly made your way over to gather your things.

"Hey, it's getting late, I'm going to head back," You said, throat dry but still smiling. Only Barbatos seemed to hear you. You bid him farewell and made your escape.

You felt stupid. How arrogant were you, anyway? You may be friends, you may live under the same roof, but you were still just you.

You heard your name called and turned, squinting in the darkness. It didn't take long for Lucifer to catch up with you.

"Why didn't you say you were leaving? You shouldn't be walking alone this late," He scolded you.

"I did," You replied with a thin-lipped smile, "You were busy."

He racked his brain for a moment and then chuckled, "Ah, that. I swear, I can never find a moment's peace."

“You seemed like you were having a good time,” You mused, continuing your walk home, “You should have stayed.”

You obliged, letting him turn you to face him. Maybe it was the alcohol, but tears were beginning to prick the corners of your eyes. He regarded you with an expression you couldn’t quite place- pity? That was your uncharitable interpretation, anyway.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, sounding somewhat offended, “Do you have better things to do than stand to be in my company?”

You clicked your tongue. Of course he would go there.

“No, Lucifer,” You sighed, feeling too raw to argue, “That’s not… I didn’t want to intrude if you were, you know, feeling a connection or something.”

Awkward and ineloquent. Nice. You could feel him staring into the side of your head but refused to look up. Your face burned. This wasn’t going how you had hoped. You sped up a bit, wanting to be home and done with it, already. You could sleep it off and pretend this didn’t happen, that he didn’t just see how transparently you were wounded.

Lucifer blatantly bit back a laugh and you bristled at his condescension. Whatever you thought was between the two of you had never been spoken aloud. It now laid vulnerable and dangling in front of your face, and he was laughing at you. Perhaps wishful thinking had caused you to misinterpret things. That cold weight in your stomach grew heavier.

“Is that- are you jealous?” He asked, incredulous. You didn’t reply, keeping your gaze straight ahead. His eyes widened.

“You are,” He said, reaching for your hand but catching the sleeve of your coat, “Stop, stop, stop.”

“You forget yourself,” He said, a bit more sober than before, “And our pact. You are mine, does that mean nothing to you?”

Fuck, now you were crying. This pressure was too much, the dam was about to burst.

“It means everything to me,” You choked out.

He took both of your freezing hands in his, “I have been around for a very long time,” He said, as if soothing a child, “You are the only human I have ever made a pact with. The only one I have ever trusted with that sort of power-”

You huffed, “I’m not talking about pacts.”

“I know that,” Lucifer said, silently pleading you would not have him elaborate. Not here, in some cold, dingy street. Not now, too drunk to give you the confession you deserved, “But what part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?”

#obey me fic #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #writing prompts #denpa's transmissions #drabble: writes 900+ words #dis one hit good because im feeling kinda insecure today ty anon :3 hope you like it

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wachtelspinat · 2 months

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hi i know this doesn’t matter because your post was about a lot more than just drawing the same characters for like four years, but i just wanted to let you know that i have never ever cared about overwatch, and i never will, and the only reason i know who rat and hog are is because i found your art like tree or four years ago and fell in LOVE with the way you drew them. i have only ever cared about your design choices, your headcanons and they way they interact with each other through you. these are your characters, and i hope that even if you feel lost or empty or like you missed something for spending so much of your time with these characters that “no one cares about anymore” and that the source material sucks for, you can feel proud for all the joy your art brings people. i’m not in the fandom, and i understand it can be very lonely, but i get so excited every time i see that you’ve posted and i cherish every drawing and every sketch. i love these guys, and i have only ever seen them through your eyes

man this matters SO MUCH. like you have no idea ! i'm sitting here, thinking about how to express my thought but i'm having a damn hard time doing so because you absolutely reset my brain.

like i actually have no words. like i want to say thank you so much but that just doesn't cover it all, that's not enough ! if you'd be cool with it and physically here i'd hug you. now i can just say thank you all over again because oh man i know it seems so trivial but it's not, it really is not. these idiots mean so much. like their very existence and the sheer amount of absolutely amazing fanworks i've seen and esp. read from 2016 to now got me through a time that was so fucked up. and it is just unbelievable to read that apparently i gave sth back. and idk that's exactly why i don't wanna be done with drawing. i don't feel like i've shown enough, i've not paid the bill, there is still so much love to give back.

thank you T_t

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mellowsadistic · 15 days

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Couples Therapy - Part 2

Angela spent most of the afternoon watching cartoons. She’d been insulted when Eric had sat her in front of the television and put on a little kids’ channel for her, but she’d barely managed to start complaining before the bright colours of the show drew her in. Even if it was a silly plot about a little baby bear leaning to be good for her Daddy, it was actually quite fun to watch.

Later, she made a bit of a mess at dinner, and Eric needed to wipe her mouth clean for her and send her off to change her top. He’d even joked about getting her a bib. Angela had giggled, but really she’d been a bit scared. She didn’t want to wear a bib like a baby, and she didn’t know why she’d had such a hard time getting her food in her mouth like a big girl.

But it wasn’t until she was getting ready for bed that evening that Angela really started to get upset, when she walked into their bedroom and saw the large disposable diaper waiting for her on the bed. She froze immediately at the sight of it. Even though she knew she wore them every night (didn’t she?), there was something about seeing it this time that was different. “I can’t… I don’t want to… I’m not wearing that.”

“Sweetheart,” said Eric, like he was explaining something very simple to someone stupid. “You have to wear your nappy otherwise you’ll make a big mess. You’ll go pee-pee all over the sheets, darling, just like you do every night, and I don’t want to have to wake up in wet sheets.”

Angela blushed. She felt utterly pathetic.

“But it’s okay, baby,” Eric cooed, and Angela felt butterflies fluttering in her tummy at the gentle tone of his voice. “I still think you’re adorable, even with a yucky wet diaper on. I don’t care that you’re not fully potty trained at night, sweetie.”

Angela’s face went even redder, but at the same time a pleasant tingle ran down her spine. Lucky girl. She was a lucky girl to have Eric. She held out her arms hopefully, and he responded by pulling her in for a big cuddle. His hand reached down to cup her bottom possessively.

Angela felt dizzy, she felt drunk, and she didn’t even resist as Eric stripped off all of her clothes and laid her gently down on the bed, with her bare bottom planted right on the seat of the bulky adult nappy. ‘Good girl,” he crooned as he sprinkled her nether regions with baby powder and patted it into her skin. “That’s a good girl.” He taped her diaper tightly around her waist, and pulled her back to her feet. She stood there awkwardly, her legs spread apart by the thickness of her nappy, shifting from foot to foot. Eric started to undress as well, down to his boxer shorts. But he didn’t have any babyish underwear to change into because he was a grown-up.

Angela was about to get into bed when she realised she hadn’t put a top on. Did she usually go to bed topless? She looked down at her large bare breasts and felt a bizarre urge to start jiggling them, to start bouncing them up and down. She giggled. She was such a silly girl!

“What are you giggling at, sweetie?” her husband asked, smiling.

“Nufing!” Angela blushed and shook her head. “I mean, nothing.” She was just being dumb. She was being a silly girl. She couldn’t tell him she’d been thinking about bouncing her boobies – that would be so embarrassing! It definitely wasn’t something that a big girl would do. But then it wasn’t something a little girl would do either, was it? Because they didn’t even have boobies! Angela screwed up her face in concentration.

Eric laughed. “Silly girl! Are you trying to do thinkies? It’s bedtime, sweetie. Time to turn that sweet little brain off.”

Angela scowled. Eric knew she hated being talked down to. She stuck out her bottom lip and stomped her foot to show him how angry she was. “Don’t patwonise me!” she whined.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, but there was something about his eyes that made Angela feel like he was still laughing at her. She got into bed grumpily, her tits jiggling and her diaper crinkling loudly. Eric got into bed next to her and immediately pressed himself right up against her body, reaching round to grab one of her boobs so tightly that she winced. She almost moved away instinctively. Weren’t they fighting about something? Weren’t they angry with each other for some reason? But then she remembered that good girls didn’t do that. Good girls didn’t say no with their mouths or their bodies.

Angela frowned. That didn’t sound right. She wasn’t her husband’s property… was she? But she felt herself getting wet at the thought. It had been a while since they’d have sex, although she wasn’t sure why. She was so horny. She imagined him taking her now, ripping her nappy off and ramming his cock inside her, using her any way he liked. Then she pulled a face, sickened with herself. Where were these thoughts coming from?! She wasn’t a whore! Even so, she didn’t push her husband away. Eric didn’t fuck her that night, but Angela drifted off to sleep with his hard cock pressed firmly against her padded bottom.

When she woke up the next morning, her diaper was soaked with pee-pee. Even though she knew it was something that happened to her every morning (although her actual memories were a little foggy), it still felt strange and embarrassing. It was so yucky! The sodden nappy was cold and clammy, and it reeked of piss. Their whole bedroom smelled like urine now. She’d probably smell like pee herself for the rest of the day. Her new perfume… She untangled herself from Eric’s arms and slipped out of bed, nearly gagging when her diaper sagged as she stood up. It was so heavy!

She heard Eric moving behind her, and turned around. Her husband was propping himself up in bed, looking at her with a smile that was a too much like a smirk. “Do you need changing, sweetie?” he asked.

She looked at him dumbly.

“Do you need me to help?” he tried again, nodding at her waist.

She followed his gaze to the sopping wet Pampers sagging between her thighs, and felt herself going red. No! She didn’t need help changing! She wasn’t a baby! A mental image of herself laying on her back with her legs in the air flashed in her mind, and she shook her head vigorously. “No fank you,” she mumbled. “I mean, no thank you.” What was wrong with her voice? She sounded silly. Silly like that secretary at the therapist’s office. A lisping porn parody. She ran her fingers through her hair and over her bare chest. No pigtails. No stripper tits. She was a big girl. A respectable woman.

“Okay sweetheart,” her husband said, smiling patiently. “Go change your nappy then.”

Angela broke out of her thoughts, realising she’d been standing there stupidly, like she was waiting for his permission to go. She turned around and toddled to the bathroom as quickly as she could, her droopy diaper swinging about between her legs as she went. She imagined she could feel his eyes on her backside and her face burned with shame. She must look so stupid!

She nearly cried when she saw herself in the bathroom mirror. She was a sexy grown woman with great tits and a tight body, right up until you got to her waist, where instead of seeing her cleanly shaved pussy and toned ass, there was a bulky disposable diaper hanging heavily between her legs, clearly full to the brim with wee-wee. When she undid the tapes, it fell to the floor with a wet smack. She got to work cleaning herself up with wet wipes, making sure to get every bit of pee around her nether regions. She couldn’t stand being so dirty. Even as a child, she’d always hated any activities that got her messy. When she was done, she shoved her used nappy in the tiny bathroom bin and wandered back into the bedroom naked.

Eric had arranged her clothes out on the bed for her, and for a moment, Angela could only stare at them in disbelief – a pastel-pink, little-girlish frock with frilly white ankle socks, trainers, and a pair of baby-blue panties with Disney princesses on the crotch. The outfit looked exactly like something a four-year-old would wear. Angela was about to shout, when all of a sudden a strange fuzziness filled her mind. She thought of the lovely swirling colours she’d seen at the therapist’s office, and looked at the clothes again. They were kind of cute. They weren’t baby clothes after all. They just looked a bit silly, and she was a silly girl.

Angela smiled vacantly at Eric when he started to dress her, sliding her underwear up her legs and pulling her frock over her head (“Arms up! That’s a good girl!”), even pulling on her socks and tying her shoelaces for her. She felt looked after. She felt pretty and cute. She felt like a good girl.

Once they were downstairs, she hopped from foot to foot impatiently while Eric put his own shoes on at the door. “Come onnn!” she whined, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, lifting it up absent-mindedly and flashing her adorable little-girl undies.

“Looking forward to seeing the therapist, sweetie?” he asked, chuckling at her immature antics as he finished putting his shoes on and picked up a large sports bag.

Angela nodded her head eagerly. She wanted to see the pretty lights again.

“Good girl,” said Eric, taking her hand. A pleasant tingle ran down Angela’s spine and into her pussy. “Let’s get going, baby.”

#mellowsadistic

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1anxiousbeancrying · 26 days

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Life series scott headcanon!

Ever since empires season 1 I have been obsessed with deer boi Scott. All the fanart I saw looked awesome so he's been I deer in my head ever since. So hears a fun little life series headcanon because I see way too much Scott hate.

I kinda feel like deer Scott kinda works for the life series (apart from limited life obviously), because Scott for some reason has extremely good hearing, especially in last life, he was able to figure out that impulse, mumbo, and grian were breaking into his base because he heard someone breathe while mid conversation with pearl, deers have extremely good hearing because to make up for bad eye sight.

Another thing is that deers are extremely skittish and cautious. Scotts main thing in near enough every series at this point is that he runs away from his problems, and this happens a lot in the life series. Scott is also one of the most cautious players which is why he survives so long.

I also saw someone a while ago for double life draw pearl as the wolf and Scott as the deer and it worked so well in my brain.

I remember during limited life a lot of people drew the coral growing on Scott as antlers (sometimes a crown) and it made me very happy so I came up with stages for green to red life Scott in other life series.

Green:

They would be small and hard to see just kinda poking out of his hair, would probably have another prong through.

Yellow:

Probably not this big but quite a bit larger than they were, they would still have the velvet on at this point.

Red: blood warning kinda

Red life Scott shedding the velvet would be kinda terrifying since it kinda is for actually deers. They lose the velvet and the antlers become sharp and dangerous also the red would match the life. He also absolutely has one of those long tails you see in media.

#scott smajor #grian #life series #secret life #last life #double life #limited life #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #impulsesv

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 1 year

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Honey, I’m just getting started

Note: it was requested by one of my friends. I hope you’ll enjoy it 😊;

Pair: Jack Krauser x F!Reader;

Plot: Krauser and the reader are long-lost lovers. After his accident, he left her because he was afraid of being a burden, only to reunite in the village during the events of RE4. The first thing they do is have sex lol.

Tags: smut;

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“Major Krauser…” a moan escaped through your lips as soon as Jack pinned you to a wall. He handled you in a brutal way, not because he wanted to cause you pain, but because it was just the result of all that suppressed sexual tension that’s been building since he first saw you. It’s safe to mention that you two had a thing going on while he was in the US army, but after his accident, he disappeared from your life. However, maybe it was fate or just a coincidence that you happened to meet him again during your mission. You heard rumors, but you didn't believe them until you saw him with your own eyes. The circumstances didn’t allow you two to talk, let alone touch, but he was a persistent guy who followed you from up close without your knowledge.

You were in Luis’ lab when you heard the door being opened. The slow and long creak of the door drew your attention. You pulled your gun from the hostler and aimed at the source of the noise, ready to pull the trigger at a familiar frame emerging from the dark.

“Ease up, baby doll.” Krauser spoke with his hands up. The light slowly illuminated his face, exposing his rough features. Still, he gave you butterflies just like the first day you met.

Of course, you didn’t have time to react, as he quickly walked towards you, pinning you to the wall as his hands began to explore your body. The height difference made you feel suffocated in that confined space, yet it was the first time you felt safe since you arrived in this village. Krauser yearned for your body, and that showed when you felt his hot breath at the crook of your neck. He didn’t know what to do first: kiss you, taste you, or bend you over and fuck your brains out. His hands were chaotic on your body too, yet he was very cautious and gentle. It’s been a long time, and despite having a hard time controlling his impulses, he doesn’t want to scare you. To show him that you want to continue, you tilted your head, giving him the space he desperately needed. Once he got a hint of your natural scent, he quickly pressed his soft lips on your skin, placing gentle kisses along your sore flesh. This made you gasp and grab his shoulder for support.

“Straight to the point.” You teased him, giggling at the ticklish sensation that his lisp caused.

“You know me, it’s what I do.” His kisses were a blessing for your bruised skin, and to make things more intimate, he began to lick and suck some spots until he’d get the desirable moan, the one that lets him know that you are ready for the next step.

“I missed you so much, Jack.” You said before that he pressed his lips over yours, kissing you so slowly as if he wanted the moment to last forever. He was shy at first, but when he got courage, his mouth began to conquer more and more of your lips, until the tip of his tongue began to lick them as another sign to ask for permission. The kiss became more and more passionate, bringing back good memories. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and he kept caressing your waist, until they began to slide lower and lower to your hips.

The deed became more and more intense, and because of your exhausted state, you took a small break. You stared into each other's eyes in that silence. It was like the whole village stopped to allow you this moment of peace. He was the same man you fell in love with, only this time he was more scarred as a direct result of the battles he had to endure, and of leaving the army.

“Why you didn’t say anything?” You spoke in a soft tone, not wanting to disturb the silence too much. You couldn’t help but scold him for leaving you.

“I didn’t want to become a burden.” You could see some of his confidence fading away.

"Nonsense, Major Krauser, you could never be a burden.”

He lowered his gaze as guilt overcame him, but you cupped his chin and made him look at you. He was so confident back when he pinned you to the wall and kissed you aggressively, so you wanted that back.

“Kiss me.” You said it with determination, almost like a command.

“Yes, y/n.”

You both resumed kissing. His confidence was slowly returning to him as his hands finally cupped your ass. The sensation of his big, calloused hands squeezing your cheeks was delightful, and as a result, it made you yearn for more and more of him. You squeezed his chest as well, knowing damn well he was a sucker for it. He kept whimpering as your hands grabbed his pectorals and his palms kept massaging his hardening nipples through the shirt.

“I want you, Major Krauser…”

"God, I love it when you call me like that.”

He guided you near a table. As long as you could feel his hands on your body, you didn’t care that the table was covered in dried blood or that it smelled weird. You bend over like the good girl you were, feeling Krauser’s big hand over your back urging you to bend over. He placed it on your upper back and lowered it as you hunched over.

Then he rubbed his crotch over your covered ass, feeling his erection poke out. It was a promising start, but you knew his potential, so you started to rub your

“Hmmm, god, I miss seeing you like this.” He said it with a growl.

He grabbed both your hips and began to rub himself too, as well as pressing his erection repeatedly over your cunt.

“Major Krauser, this brings back good memories…” you said. “But I want to feel more of you.”

You felt his thick fingers reaching to unbuckle your belt, and before you knew it, a cold breeze hit your bare cheeks. The shiver didn’t last long as Krauser warmed your skin with his big hands by squeezing your soft cheeks. While doing so, his crotch kept rubbing against your exposed cunt, resulting in some of your juice smearing across his pants.

“Stop teasing me, please…” you begged in a weak whimper.

"Patience, love, it’s been so long and I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He said.

You were tempted to reply to his strange answer, but you were reduced to silence when you felt his thick digits enter your tight hole.

“Jack…” you gasped as the fingers were slowly sliding inside you. It was such a nice sensation to be filled by him again.

“You are so tight, my love…even tighter than I remember.”

“Yeah…I haven’t been with anyone since you left…”

This certainly stroked his ego as he pushed deeper inside you. You grabbed the edges of the small table and held on for dear life as you rested your head on the dry rot.

Krauser slid in and out slowly with only half the length of his fingers. They were long enough, and he wanted to give you time to get used to them. He would’ve gone so much faster from the moment he felt your warm hole, but he got to temper himself for your sake.

“Hmmm Jack…” you moaned his name as he stretched you. You spread your legs further and tried to lift up your ass so he would go deeper.

“Look at you, just like an animal in heat.” He growled, finding it harder and harder to control himself. “I bet you would want my cock now.”

"Yes, pleaseee-“ you yelped when Krauser inserted his fingers deep in one hard thrust and grabbed that table harder than before, almost breaking it.

“You are taking me well so far, maybe I’ll consider giving you something bigger.” He teased you while savoring the view of your cunt fully engulfing his digits.

“Please…” Your voice was breaking at this point, as his burst of sheer dominance was making you weak.

He wasn’t about to give it to you yet. Instead, he began to pick up the pace while his other hand was resting on your hip.

"Oh, my God, yes…” you cried as you felt your hole being warmed up for his cock. They slid in easier and easier as you kept getting wetter with every thrust. At one point, some of your juice began to drip down your thighs, but you couldn’t feel it because of Krauser’s ravaging motions.

“You like that don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes…Insert another one…”

“What was that?” A smirk appeared on his face. He heard your request loud and clear but decided to tease you about it.

"Jack… I need another finger, please…”

“Alright babydoll” His free hand went to massage your back as another digit joined the rest. It slid inside smoothly, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan. Some of the wood broke as you tightened your grip. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, as it felt too much. He made you feel so full with only three fingers. You shivered again in anticipation as you thought about the big prize.

“You take me so well, doll…”

"Jack, please,” you pleaded, making sure he heard you.

“Alright, I guess you deserve it.”

He removed his fingers, making you both grunt. However, you got excited once again when you heard his zipper being pulled down. His pants hit the floor with a loud noise, and you heard some wet noises from behind as if he were stroking himself.

“Don’t worry, I’m giving it all to you.” He said when he saw you trying to turn around without changing your position too much. You wanted to stay still and be ready for him.

A wave of pleasure pierced through your whole body when you felt the first inches of his cock being pushed inside. Being too weak to even grab the table, you let your upper body collapse on the surface. You held your hips up with the remaining strength you had.

His cock was thicker than his fingers, and so much longer. Good thing he stretched you first, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to take him.

“Already tired? Honey, I’m just getting started.” He teased.

You were pleased to hear this, thus the wide smile appearing on your face. It’s been so long since you felt anyone inside you like this, and it meant a lot that this person who filled you now was Jack.

Krauser, on the other hand, felt all his self control slip from his grasp. The deeper he went, the more difficult it became to maintain his cool. He was barely halfway in when he felt the urge to bury his cock inside you and fuck you raw.

“Gotta control myself…” he said under his breath.

“What…?” You said so, vaguely hearing what he said.

“Nothing love.” He was past the halfway point, and he was slowly making his way to the base of his cock. He went slowly, painfully slowly for both of you.

“Babe…”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want you to hold back…” you said after figuring out what he said early.

“Are you sure? I-I’m not the same as you remember…”

“I’m sure Jack…I trust you…please, I need this.” The last part came out in such a needy and weak way that it finally pushed Krauser to the edge. The grip from your hips tightened, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, where he stayed a few seconds before pulling out slowly, just to return with one hard thrust again.

“Yes, this is what I’m talking about…now go faster.” You said his cock was rubbing that sweet spot inside you.

"Yes, ma'am,” he happily picked up the pace, driving you over the edge.

Having Krauser rub that spot inside you in such a brutal way brought you closer and closer to your climax. Your moans increased in volume the closer you’d get, and your cunt would throb harder and harder. You were so excited to be fucked by him again that you completely ignored the burning sensation coming from your hips, as his fingers kept clenching with every thrust and turning your flesh red.

Krauser felt your contractions, driving him insane. It felt so good to have you twitch like that around his cock, so good that it almost made him cum before you. But, every time he’d feel that way, he’d slow down a bit so he could cool down, and when he felt that intense pressure fading a bit, he picked up the pace again. His ballsack was repeatedly slapping against your cunt, resulting in a room filled with wet noise, accompanied by your needy moans.

“Jack…”

He knew that you were close, and so was he. Krauser didn’t have any faith that he could stop the next urge for release, so he went as fast as he could, hoping you’d cum this time with him.

To his relief and joy, you came all over his cock with a loud and shaky moan. The final spasms of your walls made him cum in seconds, coating your interior with his white, hot sperm. He buried himself deep and release all o his load in a load grunt. You both shivered at the insanity of your orgasms.

Krauser was the first one to come down from the high clouds. You needed a few more minutes. You were so shaken and tired that you didn’t bother when he pulled out. You didn't have the energy to protest.

“Oh my,” he said suddenly, “look at all the mess I caused here. He said this as he noticed a mixture of his sperm and your juice dripping down your legs. “Someone has to clean this up.” And so, he kneeled in front of your tired cunt and began to lick the fluid. His wide tongue wiped your thighs very carefully and slowly, not only because he loved the salty taste but also because he wanted to clean you well.

“You don’t have to.” You said in a tired voice. It caught you by surprise when you felt his hot tongue on your sore cunt, which made you spasm a bit. The tip of his tongue went between your lips, and then around your whole body until you were clean enough. He ran his tongue a couple of times above your clit too, but seeing you flinch and close your legs, he stopped and wiped the rest with a tissue.

“It’s just like I remember.” He said that as he helped you dress up.

“Yeah, same, but I couldn’t notice that you got an upgrade.” Your eyes lowered to his now covered cock. He definitely gained a few extra inches there.

“It’s not the only upgrade I got.” He said as he pulled you closer for a tight embrace. He missed you deeply, and he never thought he’d see you again, let alone to fuck you. It feels like a good dream, so he has to touch you in order to make sure it’s all real.

“Hmm, I’m intrigued. Can you tell me more about the other upgrades?”

“Some other time.”

The two of you remained in complete silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mission would have to wait.

#resident evil #jack krauser #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #smut #krauser smut #krauser x reader #krauser x f!reader

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