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#like god even the more messed up ones I have occasionally are better than this because with those I could tell myself it was unrealistic
unsolved-duvall · 1 year
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okokok HEAR ME OUT but eddie falling asleep with his head between your legs??? he just loves the feeling of your legs around him and how you taste, and he’ll literally go until you can’t take anymore and he’s just slowly licking up his mess and just. falls asleep sucking on your clit 🥺 please i can’t keep this to myself anymore
𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 - 𝐞.𝐦. (𝟏𝟖+)
He’s just so so desperate to make you feel good. he genuinely believes there is nothing better than the sounds you make when he’s going down on you, your little moans and whimpers that fill the room. He will eat you out for his own enjoyment, perfectly content to give up breathing if it meant he got to live between your thighs for eternity, your soft hands running through his loose curls, quietly begging him never to stop.
He had gotten home from a long day to see you lying on your shared bed, you’re on your back and you have a book resting on your chest, you’re barely even reading it at this point, your eyelids so heavy you’re struggling to take in the words on the page. Eddie doesn’t even say anything as he walks into the bedroom, he just takes off his shoes, t-shirt and jacket until all he has on are his jeans. You look up at him, and even in your exhausted state you can tell from that look in his eyes what he wants.
You put the book down and reach a lazy hand out, grabbing at the air until Eddie gently throws himself on top of you, lacing his fingers through yours and pinning your hand to the bed as he mouths at your neck. The breathy way you say his name has him thanking whatever sort of god that might exist for letting him have you in his life, and in his bed.
You hear him whisper a pleading “can I taste you, angel?” into your neck, already covered in blossoming purple lovebites from last nights antics between the two of you. Eddie was insatiable.
You hum out in agreement and before you have time to kiss him Eddie’s slid himself down the bed to rest his between your legs, pulling down your pants and underwear in one smooth, rehearsed motion.
He paints your thighs in sloppy, open mouthed kisses before he turns all his attention to your cunt. Your eyes falling shut in perfect content as that familiar feeling of Eddie’s tongue on you comes flooding back.
He alternates between running his tongue through your folds and sucking on your clit, your breath hitching and back arching desperately off the bed every time. But Eddie isn’t doing this to make you cum. Not that he didn’t want you to. But he was doing this out of a selfish desire. He needed to taste you. Needed to hear your desperate pleas. Needed to be between your thighs. If you came (which you definitely did, that was inevitable with the way he was touching you) he wouldn’t stop. he just kept going, and going, and going.
You could be seeing stars and lose all control over your own body and Eddie would still be eating you out. Of course, you had a rule in place. Three taps to his shoulder and he stopped. Immediately. It would happen occasionally, Eddie would have been eating you out for an hour? two hours? you didn’t know anymore, and your clit was so swollen and your arousal was dripping down your thighs and you just couldn’t take it anymore.
The first time you tapped out you had apologised more times than you remembered, you knew Eddie needed this. Needed to go down on you to ease the stress from his aching body. So you felt horrible when you had to stop him. Eddie had made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that you were never to apologise for telling him no or stop ever again. He felt like he’d failed you if you thought you had to apologise.
But tonight was perfect. Not too much, not too little. Perfect. You needed this as much as he did. Your hand held his as he went down on you. You could tell he was tired from the way he was slowing down, his hold on your hand getting that little bit looser.
Trying to catch your breath that Eddie had stole from you with every movement of his mouth in you, you breathed out his name. He didn’t even look up at you, his head resting on your thigh as he sucked on your clit. You knew he was barely there anymore. You tried to shift yourself away from him, to let him sleep.
But even in his half-awake state, his free hand gripped your thigh tight enough to leave bruises. His eyes were shut and he was barely moving his mouth on your dripping cunt anymore, but he couldn’t let you go.
You eased your body into the sunken mattress below you and settled in for the night, with Eddie between your thighs and his hand holding onto yours.
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thot-writes · 6 months
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[repost bc i messed up] i’ve noticed that despite the fact everyone makes jokes abt astarion being a bottom i’ve yet to see anyone actually write him like one… and like a bat signal in the sky…. i am here to save the day
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sub!astarion (aka canon astarion) headcanons for the girlies and the babes (NSFW) (spoiler warning!);
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Astarion appears to be a top-leaning switch. not necessarily out of preference, he likely performs sex differently depending on the partner, but more often than not is the one who has to do everything.
being with a dominant like yourself isn’t anything he hasn’t already done a thousand times before, but he must concede that sex with you has always felt somehow different. is it because you’re more skilled in the arts of intimacy than the vast majority of people he’s bedded, or simply because he had the choice in seducing you?
it could very well be both. you are a dominant of great talent, after all.
the first time you sleep together, it quickly becomes apparent what your intentions are and he readily submits to them. you toy with his body, cradle it, worship it while you ravish him. you can sense a performance from him, but that’s nothing you’re not used to— occasionally you’ve been with subs who think the louder they are the better the sex is. you’re accustomed to breaking past that wall.
astarion is no different.
he seems a little too eager, a little too excited by simple touches— you can tell he’s exaggerating. you want his real reactions.
you map every part of his body and take keen notes on parts of genuine arousal, his yelps of surprise, his deep sighs, his involuntary twitching.
it’s a challenge, and you doubt you’ve scratched the surface with him, but you accurately deduce some of his sensitive spots:
the points of his ears, his nipples, his collarbone.
it’s intriguing to you, how his most sensitive places are those that are far from the most obvious ones.
the first time you fuck, he cums with an intensity that he can’t remember having had before.
and all while you were going easy on him.
you sympathetically cringe at the thought of all the god-awful encounters he must’ve had with people before this, if one of your tamest nights was one of his best.
during your sexual encounters, you slowly notice more and more about his genuine enjoyments. but you notice one more thing too, one thing infinitely more important:
he’s unsure if he truly enjoys any of it at all.
he confesses to you his issues with sex, and like the good dom you are you cater to your sub’s— no, your partner’s — needs. it’s months before he’s ready to try again, but your patience is infinite for those you love.
once you resume your sex life, you start off tame again. tamer still than even your first night together, just to test the waters and make sure he’s comfortable.
astarion has learned to trust you in a way he’s never trusted anyone before, and likely won’t ever again. as the intensity begins to ramp up, he finds himself doing things with you that (given his backstory) he should probably balk at.
he lets you collar him, tease him, punish him, and occasionally even degrade him— because he knows it’s you. he knows you. there may not be many places where he’s safe, but by your side is a guarantee.
astarion is very vocal in bed. it starts out as dirty talk, but as he gets closer to cumming he talks less and moans more. whines more. pleads more. by the time he’s about to finish, he hasn’t said a word to you yet he’s told you everything you need to know.
whenever you go too far (which isn’t often), he pulls away a little. he’s not too good at using the safe word yet, but he’s improving. you know enough of his body, his mind, to know when he’s telling you to stop even if he’s not forming the words.
after every sexual encounter you have, without fail, you clean him up and rest with him. you cradle him in your arms and stroke your fingers through his perfect curls. you make sure that he’s okay with what you’ve just done, and reassure him that he can stop this at any time with no judgement.
it’s kind of annoying how nice you are to him, honestly. you’ve just given him a mind-blowing back-breaking orgasm, and you’re still coddling him? just how in the fuck is he supposed to pay you back for everything you do for him? he’s racking up one hells of a debt.
astarion has never had someone like you before, someone who seems to know him even better than he does. he loves that you’re patient and caring, that you’d give up sex entirely if he’d only ask, that he feels safe enough with you to relinquish control while knowing he still very much has it.
a submissive astarion is one that has reconciled — or has at least started the process of reconciling — with his past. one that has developed a trust so deep with his lover that he can feel comfortable with even the most scandalous of acts.
it will take time until he’s ready for the more aggressive side of being dominated, if he’ll ever be ready at all. but a soft dom is one he can very easily get taken from behind.
he knows that even though he submits to you, he’s the one being served.
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kawataslvr · 9 days
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cough- totally not here to request more Mikey smut…definitely not..
Mikey x male reader smut where Mikey got in a fight with Draken abt his doriyaki addiction and came pouting to reader abt “Ken-chin being meaaaan” and when reader starts taking Drakens side, Mikey immediately starts teasing reader abt liking Draken more than him and shows reader how much he “doesnt need Draken”
wink wink
or yknow, if ur not ok with le smut, u can do fluff with that idea lmao, thanksss for anythinggg
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Summary : Smut ,, its late is at night, its like my usual smut content. (I was tired while writing excuse the lack of warnings)
A/N : Please, i live and breath for anything Mikey, i really like your brain.
Typicxlcato ,, req !
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“Mikey, I’m not arguing with you. You already ate enough doriyaki today.” Mikey whined at the taller males words, while you stood off to the side checking something else out.
distracted from the conversation, until the short blond brought in. “Y/N… Ken-chin’s being meannn..” Mikey hung loosely off your arm, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to this behavior.
You gave a small giggle to the short blond as he clung to your smaller figure and smiled softly “Whats he doing now?”
“He won’t let me have any more Doriyaki.” you looked at the pouty Mikey, how he over exaggerated over his favorite treat.
“Mikey, he’s right.. you’ve had enough.” Draken gave Mikey a shit eating grin “See! even Y/N agrees.” Mikey looked shocked and betrayed, even if he was just exaggerating his expressions.
the feeling of jealousy in his chest remained.
While he drove you back home on his bike he kept bringing up Draken and teasing you “Y/N you like Ken-chin more.. other wise you would’ve taken my side.” is what he kept rambling on about and constantly teasing you.
You, not being one for bright decisions decided to play around and say “oh, I do like Draken better.”
Oh, you regretted those words.
Mikey teasing the entrance of your hole with his cock, “Y/N, I’m the only one you need right?” he said in a condescending tone kissing around your neck and leaving harsh hickeys.
“m..m’nghh.. yes Mikey..” your neck going sensitive from all the hickeys he had left from before and is now currently littering around your chest and neck.
“Aww, i thought you liked Draken better though?” he shoved the tip of his cock in and started to press his lips against you, not even letting you respond back.
You let out a whiny moan, while he kissed you he made sure he got to hear more of your sweet sounds. Fondling with your body and especially your ass.
He loved it, perfect and round. For him ~ !
Not for Draken.
“Draken will never give you this, right Y/N?” you nodded your head and he smiled, finally shoving his entire length and moaning at the feeling of your warmth.
You let out a porn worthy moan, you poor thing, he didn’t even give you a warning beforehand.
“A-AH~!” oh god, If Mikey could choose on sound to listen to all day, It’d be your moans. So sweet like candy.
Starting a harsh pace and thrusting in and out of your poor little hole abusing it. His breathy grunts and your loud moans filled the room.
The neighbors would hate you, but that wasn’t the main concern right now.
Mikey grabbed onto your cute nipples and rolled them around , with his cock going in and out of you while he also touched your nipples and occasionally groped around his body..
You couldn’t find a way with your words anymore, all you became was a moaning mess for the blonde.
Under minutes Mikey made you come, yelling his name as you did so.
Making you regret siding with Draken.
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ellecdc · 3 days
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https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFx4A93R/
Dude in my opinion, the moonwater couple are like tidy couple? Do you get what i mean? Like they will keep everything at their place amd everything clean?
What will be their reaction if reader shows them this video and ask them if they would do the same to reader as a lesson?
It'll be cool if it can be a fic. But idk if your request is open. I just immediately went to this ask without checking it first
omg first of all - fuck that guy fr fr lolllll. Also that is such a sweet headcanon to have about moonwater - what does everyone else think? I totally agree with Regulus being super organized and tidy, but I'm not sure about Remus? Perhaps if he was with Regulus then yes, he'd be pretty tidy.
poly!moonwater x fem!reader who has hair ties and bobby pins and wears makeup
It was sort of comical the way that the three of you created some sort of spectrum of tidiness in your relationship.
Regulus was by far the tidiest of the bunch. As a matter of fact, if you didn’t see Regulus haunting the halls of your flat, you’d be hard-pressed to believe another person lived with you at all. He was so tidy, in fact, that he would often follow behind you as you tidied in order to re-tidy, though he never made a big deal about it.
“Don’t worry, mon amour, I’ll handle it. You go sit.”
He was simply just a tidy person – something that likely followed him into adulthood from his home life as a child – and he, as well as you and Remus, readily accepted that.
Remus was less tidy than Regulus but not nearly as liberal as yourself. Sometimes, you’d find Regulus picking up the odd stray half-finished cup of tea, or books that were turned face down and never returned to, but that was roughly the extent of Remus’ mess. 
Remus was what you called a piler – he had various piles of things throughout your shared home that may look random or out of place to the layperson but seemed to be the pique of organization in Remus’ mind. He was also the kind of person who would clean as he cooked and wouldn’t sit down to eat until the kitchen was cleaned up behind him.
Couldn’t be you, however. 
You were sure you seemed like chaos personified compared to your two boyfriends, always leaving a ‘trail of destruction’ behind you as Regulus once (lovingly) referred to it as. There was evidence of you everywhere – hair ties, bobby pins, half-finished drinks, books, magazines, and the likes. No one would have to wonder if you were home from work, seeing as your shoes were hastily tossed aside, your keys thrown onto the console table rather than hanging in their rightful place, your bag hung over the back of a chair, and your hair tie sitting on the kitchen table – all screaming “your girlfriend’s home!”
And though your boyfriends have occasionally taken the piss for your untidiness, it had never escalated to anything more than a “hey dove, can you come rinse your paint brushes that you’ve left in the sink” or a “amour, I don’t know where your makeup goes, can you come put this away?”
So, when you saw this video on Tiktok, you couldn’t help but ask them if they’d ever consider doing this to you to teach you a lesson. 
“‘Teach you a lesson’!?” Regulus repeated incredulously, already looking horrified and you hadn’t even shown him the video yet.
“Why…why does he have a hammer?” Remus asked cautiously.
Suffice it to say, the boys did not like the video.
“I’m not watching this.” Regulus spat and stood from his spot on the couch next to Remus rather abruptly. You momentarily felt bad for showing it to him, knowing that signs of even mild aggression like this could be triggering to someone who grew up in a tense household, but felt better when he turned to glower darkly at you, knowing then that his ire was only half-hearted. 
“Dovey,” Remus pleaded, his face looking horrified as he watched the man smash his girlfriend’s makeup. “Why…oh my god. If I ever do something like that to you, you fucking leave my arse, alright? Punch me right in the face whilst you’re at it, too.”
“Not me.” Regulus added, not making it very far after refusing to watch the video and leaning against the back of the couch to continue watching it over Remus’ shoulder. “Just kill me; put me right out of my misery if I insist on being such a miserable wanker.” 
You snorted a laugh as both boys scoffed derisively at the “I heart you” written on the mirror, Regulus looking thoroughly disgusted and Remus still seemingly horrified. 
“Oh, he loves her. I guess that makes it alright then.” He muttered sarcastically. “What’s this woman’s address? Tell her we’re sending her a gift card to…. what’s the store that you like?”
“Sephora.”
“Sephora; tell her we’re sending her a gift card to Sephora.”
You chuckled and leaned further into Remus’ shoulder. “You have to keep watching, he says he’s going to take her shopping for all new stuff after.”
This caused a pained groan to rip through Regulus’ throat as he began muttering angrily in French and finally wandering away. “Idiot absolu. On dit que ce n'est pas tous les hommes, mais il y a des hommes comme ça. Je ne peux même pas les appeler des hommes, plutôt des putains de bambins.”
“Why would you show me this?” Remus turned to look at you, his bottom lip jutting out comically. “This is making me so sad.”
“I wanted to know if you would resort to something like this because of my mess!” You defended.
“Oh, dove. You’re not messy, you’re just not as tidy as Mr. Clean-Freak over there.” He motioned towards the direction Regulus had gone with his head earning him a “you watch yourself monsieur les tas” from his boyfriend’s disembodied voice.
Remus pressed a lingering kiss to your lips and only broke away because he couldn’t stop smiling. “I would clean up after you for the rest of my life if it meant getting to keep you around.” He said proudly, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest.
“Remus.” You moaned, pressing another kiss to his lips. “So, you wouldn’t ruin my makeup for leaving it out?”
Remus scoffed and turned back to his book. “Not in a million years.”
“Come on amour! Get your jacket, we’re leaving.” Regulus called to you from the door. You could hear him jingling his car keys.
“Where are we going?” You called back.
“Sephora. I have to buy someone makeup now. If I can’t send some to the internet girl, I may as well spoil my own.” 
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tetsusangel · 5 days
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yayy okay so let's talk about dp with bullies satosugu but it's an au where they're both demons and reader is a pretty angel
gojo and geto like to have a little fun tormenting innocent humans, but lately their plans have been "ruined" by reader
she spoils their fun because it's her duty to protect humans but also because she's kinda hoping to get the boys' attention
they come up with a plan to surprise her and finally give her what she wants: to have her cute angel holes filled by her favorite bullies 💦🩷
a/n: omg nonny i haven’t written in ages and this is my first req after redoing my whole blog and im sososo happy you shared this thot with me im literally creaming
cw: dom!satosugu, sub!reader, multiple orgasms (reader), overstim, pet names (princess, baby, sweet/pretty/good girl), slight degradation, sprinkle of praise, double penetration (1 hole), cunnilingus, 'toru slaps your cunt twice, he also "slaps" your face once, oral (m! and f! receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, dumbification (sorry i couldn't help myself), MDNI, lmk if i missed anything!!
w/c: 1.4k
Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru are the WORST! They make your life as the resident caring angel so hard :( They’re always prancing around toying with oblivious humans.
Before they met you, their antics were occasional and spontaneous. But when they first saw you swoop down and save the poor innocent soul they had been messing with, they knew they had to see you again. Even if that meant going out of their way to torment more humans than they were interested in doing.
And they knew you were enjoying it. Not enjoying saving the humans, but enjoying seeing Satoru and Suguru. The two men were constantly bored and aching for a new plaything, those plain humans just weren’t cutting it anymore. They needed to get their hands on you and that sweet cunt you’d been hiding from them.
They also knew you were too shy to say anything. You were just a pretty little angel trying to stop two big, mean devils from harming the one thing you had sworn to protect. So of course, they kept on with their torments towards those inferior humans. And you, of course, kept coming in to save the day.
“That’s enough! Don’t you guys think it’s time you give those poor humans a break. They haven’t done anything to you” You scolded, putting up a horrible act of pretending you weren’t enjoying their company.
Deep down all three of you knew that something was bound to happen soon. You were all reaching your breaking point. Soon enough they’d give you exactly what you want from them, and they would take exactly what they want from you.
Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru wouldn’t be able to hold the title of devils if they weren’t as good as they were in teasing you and slowly breaking you down into the perfect pet for them. But to do that, they’d need you to open up first. What better way to coax a kind hearted angel out of her shell than to surprise her?
As you laid down on your back against the plush expanse of your bed, you wondered why you hadn’t seen or heard anything from Satoru and Suguru. It had been an entire week of peace and quiet; something you weren’t used to and something you didn’t miss.
You didn’t enjoy seeing pure-hearted humans get hurt by them, but you did enjoy the way Satoru and Suguru looked at you when you scolded them. Like they were going to eat you up and, God, you wished they would.
Pulling a pillow over your head you groaned. “Aww poor baby, somethin’ wrong?” A muffled voice called out from your right. A voice that sounded a lot like….Satoru? “She must’ve missed us. I think she likes us more than she’d like to admit” Another voice calls out, this time from your left and the sound is similar to the honeyed voice of Suguru.
Amidst your confusion, the pillow you had used to cover your face was ripped from your hands and lo and behold were the two missing men. Before you can stop yourself, you whined out a quiet “I missed you”. By the looks on their faces, you could tell they had missed you too. And that they definitely had something planned for you.
“Yeah, baby? You missed us? Fuck, we missed you too. Our sweet, little angel. Always pretending she’s coming down to save those worthless humans when she really just wants to be near us.” Satoru starts.
“No- No I” This time, you’re cut off by Suguru. “Don’t be like that pretty girl. We missed you too. In fact, Satoru and I wanna show you how much we missed you”.
You couldn’t believe it. You’ve waited for so long for them to finally give you what you’d been craving since the day you saved the first human they tormented. Were you dreaming? Were you in heaven? No, of course not. Devils aren’t allowed in heaven. This was hell.
Everything happens so suddenly. You're flipped on your hands and knees, Satoru behind you and the tent in Suguru’s pants is right in front of your face just begging to be touched. Before you can even pick a hand up to unzip Suguru, you feel a large hand flip your skirt up followed by two long digits rubbing against your clothed pussy.
Another whine escapes your lips as Satoru’s ring and middle finger draw tight circles around your clit from above your panties. When Satoru finally drags your panties down and off your ankles is when Suguru speaks up again. “C’mon princess, don’t keep me waiting. We’ve been so patient with you. Don’t make us be mean to you on our first day. Or would you like that?”
The whimper that escapes your lips doesn’t go unnoticed by the two. Suguru drops his boxers and jeans, kicking them off as fast as he can. “Kiss the tip baby- Fuck, that’s it. Good girl” The praise is sent straight between your legs and a chuckle from Satoru lets you know he felt your needy cunt clench around his fingers. 
“You like that, baby? You wanna be praised? But you’re acting like such a slut. What kind of angel lets two devils use her like this? Oh sweet girl, you’re so wet. You like when I’m mean to you?” You want to say no, you want to tell him it isn’t true (it is true), but Suguru shoves himself farther down your throat, a guttural groan sending vibrations all over your body. 
You’re so focused on trying to take Suguru down your throat that you don’t realize Satoru getting impatient. A sharp slap on your clit brings your attention back to Satoru. You barely get out a “S’toruuuu” before he does it again. Another cross between a moan and a whine leaves your mouth causing Suguru to buck his hips into your face. 
Satoru can tell you’re getting distracted again, but this time he opts to wrap his soft tongue around your clit while his ring and middle finger slip inside your wet folds, scissoring you open. They’re both so overwhelming, Satoru behind you slurping away at your sweet pussy and Suguru wrapping a hand around your head and pulling it back and forth on his dick. 
And then as if they were connected telepathically, they both pull away at the same time. Your head is spinning, the only thing on your mind is making sure you end the night with them stuffing you full of their cum. 
Satoru leans back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back facing Suguru. And finally, finally, he slowly sinks you down on his fat length. It’s already too much for you but Suguru is right behind him, they’ve waited long enough. You can take them both. As soon as you’ve settled down on Satoru, Suguru is pushing into you. 
“W-Wait, fuucckkk, ‘s too much! Too big!” You cry out, but the two devils don’t seem to care. They buck their hips into yours, the room filled with echoes of your whines and moans of “C-Can’t”, “Wan’ more” and “Please d-don’t stop”. Soon enough you’re not talking at all. You’ve cum more times than you can count. The overstimulation was too much for you to handle. 
Your eyes have rolled into your head and the only thing you can think of is Satoru and Suguru and Suguru and Satoru. A light slap on the right side of your face gets you to look at Satoru but he can tell from that far-away look in your eyes that you aren’t completely here anymore. That’s okay though. He knows he wanted this, he knows Suguru wanted this, and he for sure knows that you needed this.
“Suguru, shit, I think our sweet, little angel has gone dumb” A groan is heard from the other man. “Fuck, what slut. She takes us so well.” G-Gonna cum soon” A response is heard almost immediately “M-Me too. You gonna cum for us one more time, pretty girl?” Suguru’s hand snakes around your waist to use a finger of his to rub fast and messy circles around your puffy clit. 
No longer able to respond, you arch your back further into Satoru causing your head to lean back on Sugurus shoulder as you whine out in overstimulation. Their thrusts become erratic and you know they’re getting closer and closer and finally they fill you up as you cum. The sticky, sweaty smell of sex overwhelms your senses. Another tap is felt on your shoulder, “Hey pretty, let’s get you cleaned up”
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wnobin · 3 months
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NO BUNNY BUT YOU! 🐰
petsitter! wonbin x fem! reader
series synopsis: your friends refuse to look after your bunnies, tokki and dokki, while you’re on an overseas programme for a week. luckily, winter knows the right person for the job.
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part two: god had to nerf him
wonbin sat in class, shaking his leg as sungchan, who sat next to him, talked his ear off about how betrayed he felt over the flower pot incident.
“i can’t believe you let winter frame me for that! i wasn’t even anywhere near the staff department that day, i shouldn’t even have been a suspect!”
“do you even know what i had to do. i had to pay off my debt by sorting files and paperwork in the student office for a week!”
“yes sungchan, of course i knew what you did because you never shut up about it!”
“so you listened to me suffer and complain and you still never told me you broke it???”
the both of them continued to bicker over it until class ended, other students occasionally turning their back to see the taller male place his head in his hands, exasperated while wonbin rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
“don’t call me when you’re out of toilet paper next time. i’m drinking all your milk in the fridge when i get back to the dorm later.”
“whatever makes you feel better,” wonbin mumbled as they started to pack up, checking his phone to see a text from winter telling him that she and her friend were waiting outside of his lecture theatre. “you can head back to the dorm first, i’m gonna go over to see winter’s friend’s room and see her bunnies.”
“i hope one of them bites you. best if both of them bite you.”
“oh my god, sungchan. i’m sorry, what do you want me to do to make it up to you? do you want me to be your slave for a week?”
sungchan simply threw his hands up in the air, shrugging as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. they both walked out of the classroom, wonbin already spotting winter leaning against the wall, waving at the two of them. “hey, wonbin! over here!”
“so this is y/n, whose bunnies you’re gonna be looking after!” wonbin took a look at you, who was standing next to winter and clutching your laptop, holding it to your chest. you were dressed in a basic outfit, an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans, but you wished you were more dressed up. wonbin was probably the most attractive guy you’ve ever laid your eyes on. he was taller than you, almost towering over you and he had long hair that seemed smoother than yours and he smelled so good. you tried not to let your nervousness show, managing to muster out a soft “hi.”
wonbin felt like his heart was just struck by cupid’s bow. your eyes were slightly tired but you still had a small smile on your lips and you looked so warm and cozy in your hoodie. it was cold out and he could tell by the way your cheeks and tip of your nose was slightly red. he cleared his throat, sticking his hand out for you to shake. “hey- hi, good morning, i’m wonbin!”
oh my god, why did i do that.
the usually stoic male was obviously flustered and stumbling over his words. he had never shook a stranger’s hands before, why did he do it now? it was clear that wonbin thought you were attractive and his brain was short circuiting. wonbin could hear sungchan’s snickers that he didn’t even try to hide from behind. he stepped on sungchan’s right foot in attempt to get him to shut up before turning around and giving the other a death glare.
wonbin might have been one of the most attractive guys on campus, and he knew it as well, he just couldn’t get in a relationship because he had no idea how to talk to girls, always managing to embarrass himself in front of them. he wasn’t going to let sungchan mess his chance up this time. however, sungchan wasn’t the only one who noticed wonbin’s flustered state. winter covered her mouth and tried to suppress her giggles as she watched you awkwardly shake wonbin’s hand, confusion on your face. “nice to meet you, wonbin… i’ll bring you over to my dorm and explain how to take care of tokki and dokki! thanks for doing this!”
“of course, it’s not a problem at all! i love taking care of animals!”
“that’s not what you said last night.”
wonbin shot winter a glare, the girl still giggling to herself and laughing at her own comment. he felt sungchan pat his back, taking his leave. “i’ll go back to the dorm first, see you later!” you and winter turned your backs, leading the way to your unit. you didn’t notice sungchan giving wonbin two thumbs up and mouthing good luck while taking out his phone. he was definitely going to tell the rest of the guys about this.
“so tokki is a girl and dokki is a boy, i would say they’re rather calm and they don’t make big messes so they’re relatively easy to take care of! they just need some attention during the day and they need to be fed twice daily! the most important thing is to separate tokki and dokki at night so they don’t mate.”
you explained more to wonbin as the three of you made your ways over to your dorm room. wonbin tried his best to digest the information you were giving him, trying not to get distracted by staring at you. he noticed the abundant amount of animal keychains hanging on your bags. you had a small bunny keychain on your zipper and a smaller cat keychain attached to your laptop case. cute, he thought.
your dorm room was neat and tidy, not smelling strongly of the animals you kept which was a surprise to wonbin. he had always heard bunnies had a strong smell. “so the white one is tokki, the girl, and the brown one here is dokki, the male.” you showed wonbin where you kept the bunny food and how much to feed them and other essential information. you also gave him a key to your dorm which had a small keychain attached to it. “is this… tokki and dokki?”
you sheepishly nodded, giggling shyly and admitting that you had gotten a few keychains custom printed of your bunnies. “that’s cute,” wonbin mentioned, your cheeks turning red but he couldn’t see as your back was turned. you opened the cage and let tokki and dokki out, bringing them closer to wonbin to let them get used to his scent. their nose twitched as they warmed up to the stranger. “he’s gonna look after you guys for awhile okay? his name is wonbin and he’s very sweet.” you cooed at your bunnies while petting their head. they seemed to open up to wonbin surprisingly fast, already rubbing their head against his hand when he gave them pets. tokki even let him hold her without any complaints.
“wow. tokki and dokki don’t usually take to new people that nicely. tokki shat on karina during their first meeting and dokki still glares daggers at me even until now. they must think you’re their dad or something.”
winter’s comment caught the both of you off guard, both of you getting flustered as wonbin cleared his throat, gently handing the bunny back to you. “well, it’s getting late i should probably head back soon. you still need to pack your luggage right?”
“oh, right! i totally forgot, i still haven’t gotten started yet.”
wonbin waved goodbye to you as winter stayed behind to help you pack, you could already tell she was about to tease you for how you practically looked at wonbin with heart eyes the entire time. before she could say anything, you put your hand over her mouth. “don’t.”
“whatever, you know i’m gonna tell the girls this when we’re done packing!”
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tumbleweed-run · 5 months
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Ethereal
Kinktober Day 25 Pregnancy
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It didn’t matter how many times he saw her lately, Gale’s breath caught each time. When he thought of Tav the image his mind conjured up was still the woman he met, so it was a small thrill every time she appeared in the room. She was still absolutely stunning, but the fact that she was now carrying his child did something to him viscerally. 
The pregnancy was far enough along that there was no denying it. Even while fully dressed, anyone with eyes could tell Tav was carrying their child. Gale had spent much of the early months laying in bed with her caressing the growing mound that was her belly. Now he enjoyed allowing his hand to stray to her stomach, occasionally blessed with the little sensation of tiny feet against his hand. 
“Getting any work done?” Tav teased from where she’d paused by the door, undoubtedly watching him watch her. 
Gale glanced down at the mess of parchment in front of him, “not important.” 
She laughed and walked over to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “What were you thinking about?”
“How lovely you look carrying our daughter,” Gale answered almost immediately. 
He heard the huff from above him, an amused and exasperated noise all rolled into one. “You’re so sure about that.”
“I have it on good authority that Morena Dekarios has correctly guessed the genders of the last 5 pregnant women she’s encountered,” Gale explained for probably the hundredth time, “and Mother took one look at you and declared that our child would be a girl.”
“Is that authority Morena herself?” Tav teased had disappeared further behind him.
Gale turned and found she had settled onto the seat on the terrace. The setting sun caused her skin to glow and Gale was momentarily frozen in awe. She looked every part the goddess right now, glowing both on the inside and the out. Luckily he knew that beneath her ethereal visage laid a very human heart. Tav’s humanity was some of his favorite parts of her, making her better than any god. 
“What did I do to earn the right to love you,” he asked surprising himself, the words leaving his lips before they’d even entered his brain. 
Tav smiled and rolled her eyes fondly. “You’ve been yourself and that’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she said insistantly.
Admittedly they had this conversation at somewhat regular intervals. Gale would likely never accept that he was worthy of loving someone like Tav. But everytime that black urge to prove himself in increasingly grandiose ways she was there to reel him back in. Reminding Gale that she loved him exactly as he was. 
He rose from his seat and went to her. Instead of taking up the rest of the space on the seat, Gale knelt before her. Placing a hand onto the swell of Tav’s stomach he leaned forward and pressed a kiss. He was rewarded with a thump against his hand. Gale chuckled and delivered another kiss.
“I can already tell this one will be a handful,” Tav said fondly placing a hand over Gale’s as another kick fluttered against her skin.
“Alright little girl,” Gale said with mock sterness, “give your mother a rest.”
Another eye roll above him but when he looked up Tav smiled and he was once more struck by her beauty and his luck. 
“Let me worship you,” Gale asked softly. 
Tav blushed at his request, eyes darting around, “not out here.”
“No one will see,” Gale tried to reason with her, more than happy to cast them some cover. 
She shook her head still. 
“Alright,” Gale conceded, “then lets go inside.”
“Uhg,” Tav whined, “I just got out here.”
Gale laughed in response and took Tav’s hands before rising to his feet, “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”
Tav allowed him to pull her to her feet at that promise. “You better.”
Gale lead her back inside and then further into the house towards their room. He’d considered using the couch in the study but knew their bed would be much more comfortable for her. His desire to touch her was easily outweighed by his desire to make Tav comfortable. 
Once they got into the room Gale made quick work of her clothing. Unable to resist Gale leaned down and pressed yet another kiss to her bare stomach. Tav laughed and playfully pushed at his shoulder. 
“I’m beginning to worry you might like be pregnant a little too much,” she accused even as she climbed onto their bed and settled against the mound of pillows that was beginning to take over their bed. 
“I enjoy your body in all of it’s states,” he told her as he followed. 
Gale pressed apart her legs slightly so he could kneel between them. He leaned up and captured Tav’s lips with his. She sighed into the kiss, raising up so she could deepen it. Gale was happy to let her lead for a while, resting his hands on either side of her face. The second Tav’s lips parted his tongue chased it’s way inside. He licked at the soft earthy flavor of the teas she’s begun enjoying lately until he found the flavor that was uniquely hers. They went on like this for several minutes until she was making soft noises into his mouth. 
Gale broke away from Tav’s lips in order to trail kisses down her neck and across her collar bone. She relaxed back, seemingly happy to allow him his time to worship her. He trailed down into the valley between her breasts and she arched her back towards him. Taking the hint Gale kissed upwards until he could draw one of her nipples into his mouth. Tav gasped, hand raising up to thread into his hair. He swirled the nipple with his tongue, his hand raising up to gently caress its twin. 
Tav moaned, legs spreading slightly in response. Gale gently pressed on of his knees forward against her core. She moaned again and ground down against his leg almost immediately. He released her nipple from his mouth and turned his attention to the other side. In the last few weeks she’d been nearly insatiable in bed, a perk of this stage of pregnancy she’d assured him. A perk Gale was all to happy to take advantage of. 
When he’d spend enough time worshipping her nipples, Tav was writhing near constantly and he could feel her arousal seeping into the fabric of his pants, Gale allowed his kisses to trail lower. He spent a few moment kissing along her stomach before sliding his hands beneath her hip. Sliding back down the bed Gale gently pulled her after him until she was laying. 
“Do you need a pillow?” Gale asked even as his lips trailed ever lower. 
“Gale,” was Tav’s only response, a plea. 
He sat up then and looked at her. “Do you need a pillow for under your hips?” He repeated.
Tav huffed, rolled her eyes, and grabbed a pillow out from the pile that was now above her head. “Yes, here,” she handed it to him.
Gale quickly helped work the pillow under her hips before returning his lips to the exact spot they’d left. Tav settled further into the bed with a contented sigh.
She was so delightfully wet when Gale finally made his way between her legs. Tav whimpered at his first lick between her folds, legs spreading even more. He was only happy to oblige to her silent request. He took his time licking every inch of her, swirling his tongue just inside her entrance. She moaned, hand finding its way back into his hair.
Gale gripped the pillow and pulled it forward so her hips tilted up a little more. “Good?” he asked. 
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly, tugging softly on his hair trying to guide his mouth back down onto her. 
Gale was laying flat on the bed now, hands resting under Tav’s thighs keeping them spread. As he lowered his mouth to her clit she cursed and rocked towards his lips. Gale’s hips rutted against the bed in response, his aching cock demanding attention. That was as much as he was willing to indulge it, his sole focus on sucking and licking at Tav’s clit. 
She was unreserved in the sounds spilling from her lips. Moans and whimpers spilling out around the melding of his name and various curses. It was music to Gale’s ears and he moaned against her cunt. Tav gasped and pulled him closer enjoying the vibrations. Gale continued to moan as he licked, showing her just how much he loved his current position. Tav writhed and cried out above him as she came against his mouth. 
Gale happily lapped at her under the waves of her orgasm stilled. Only then did he push up to sit back on his knees. Looking down at her he realized he was mistaken, she was truly ethereal now. Skin flushed, eyes dark with arousal as he hair fanned out a halo above her head. He wanted this memory burned into his brain forever, he would gladly forget every incantation to be allowed that. 
“Gale,” Tav whispered, raising her hand to him after allowing him to look a her for several moments. 
“I’m here,” he promised taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 
“Yes but I want you up here,” she said and tugged at his hand until he leaned back over her to press a kiss against her lips.
“And here,” Tav continued, dragging a leg behind his thighs until he leaned forward, rocking his clothed cock against her core. 
Who was he to deny her? Gale stripped as quickly as possible, eyes only leaving Tav when they absolutely had to. 
“Like this?” He asked leaning over her when he was done, allowing his cock to brush against her folds. 
“No,” Tav shook her head and pushed at his shoulders. 
Gale sat back confused. Tav sat herself up and shuffled her body to the side of where she’d been. “I want to be on top,” she insisted. 
“Are you sure?” Gale checked even as he shuffled his body into the space she’d just vacated. 
Tav nodded and as soon as he stopped moving she threw her leg over his waist. She settled back until his cock was nestled between her legs, not inside just yet. Tav slowly rocked her hips against him whimpering each time his cockhead bumped against her clit. His hips followed her movements after a little, chasing after every one of her movements. Gale was happy to be like this for a while, lazily thrusting between her folds. 
Tav was the one who grew impatient. Planting one foot into the bed she rose up and grasped his cock by the base. Gale knew her well enough to place his hands on her hips and when she began to sink down onto him he forced her to move slowly. She tried to glare at him but her eyes were heavily lidded in pleasure with each little bit he allowed her to sink down. Slowly they went until she was settled flush against him. Gale bit his lip in restraint as he wanted to allow Tav a moment to adjust
“I’m not fragile,” She insisted rolling her hips with him deep inside of her. 
“Yes, but you are precious,” Gale reasoned, voice rough. 
Tav didn’t try and argue only continued to roll her hips. Gale granted her a few more moments before releasing her hips and gently rocking up into her. Tav quickly rose up and then allowed herself to slide back down his cock. Each time she did this she swiveled her hips slightly. Gale thrust up into her as she quickened her pace, one hand resting on his chest for support. 
She slowed eventually, movement becoming less smooth, she groaned in frustration. Tav’s muscles undoubtedly were growing tired. Gale planted his own feet into the bed and held onto her hips. He fucked up into her, taking over the motions entirely now. He could no longer tell who was making what noises.
Gale came first, hips thrusting up harder than he meant. He then pinned their hips together, a habit that would likely never die, as he filled her. Gale held her there until his orgasm faded. He quickly moved his hand, pressing two fingers between his skin and her’s until he found Tav’s clit. 
He worked it, quickly using some of his cum that had begun leaking from her as lubrication as he rubbed. She squirmed cried out, fingers flexing on his chest until her nails broke the skin. He kept up with his fingers until only a little while later Tav came again, cunt spasming against his softening cock. She collapsed against him as she came. 
Gale gently rolled them onto their sides so her stomach was no longer trapped between them. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin. Tav leaned her head further against his lips and sighed happily. 
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t4rt4gl14 · 2 years
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YOOOO asks r open?????
tbh anything with sub thoma is good enough for me i need more dom reader content im dying
maybe add a lil bondage and some vibrators while ur at it
maybe some nipple play action
and overstim
a little edging
cock slapping too
and a blindfold
OKAYYY THATS ENOUGH BEFORE I GET CARRIED AWAY HAHAHHA HAVE A GREAT DAYYY
C0CKSL4PP1NG -> { RATED 18+ }
FEATURING: thoma, childe, xiao, kazuha and albedo.
CONTENT WARNING(S): g/n reader. bondage. blindfold. cock ring. overstimulation. handjob/blowjob. praise/degradation. dacryphilia. edging. slight jealousy. semi-public sex. minors dni.
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☆ THOMA
⭐︎ — dragging thoma to your bedroom, not knowing what’s coming next however hes sure it’ll be nice right? turns out it’s even better than what he expected, the strain on his wrists and thick blindfold heightened his senses and he’s much more sensitive than he already was. tugging at the ropes he whimpered, “y/n do we really n-need to tie me up?”, you continuously palm his clothed cock, grinding on his crotch, “of course we do, this way you won’t run away when i milk you until you’ve got nothing left”, inevitably this turned him on even more— overstimulation is something thoma dreams of; the pain blending beautifully with the pleasure and only rushing to cum once more.
your hands and mouth worked magic and in a few minutes he was already cumming, bucking his hips so he could get to the back of your throat— he shouldn’t have been so surprised when you kept going even when just came but as soon he began to thrash and cry out; a sudden slap to his cock shut him up, a loud yelp emerging before he instantly closed his legs and whined, moaning and whimpering, “m-mmgh! m’sorry; h-hurts but feels so gah!~ mn so good ♡” and as the slaps continued he came once more.
☆ CHILDE
⭐︎ — tbh he actually really enjoyed the pain, sitting behind whilst his broad back is snug against your chest. pumping his cock as your palm hardly slaps his oozing tip. “m-mmn! ah! stop f-feels weird! comrade p-plea-nnngh”, along came another slap as he twitches once more, keeping a harsh grip on your wrists yet never pulling away. the shocks of jerking him off and occasionally slapping his cute cock has his eyes rolling back and back arching. of course he kept urging you to just let him cum— his suit getting rather damp from the sweat and how heavy he was breathing, the open window done nothing to keep him cool and he found himself chasing his orgasm again and again
“yesyesyes! cumming!~ mmmgh yes angh! oh my god~ cumming thank you!!~”, the amount of cum he spurted really was amazing, such a huge load and only because you punished him so lightly— you wonder how else you could punish and just how much seed he’d spill.
☆ XIAO
⭐︎ — ugh adeptus xiao so fking cute, slipping a cock ring on his pretty dick as you relish in how he grips the sheets— as much as he wants more; he knows if he doesn’t act out he’ll get an amazing reward however little does he know how jealous you’ve been, “tsk tsk seems like you enjoy spending time with lumine now hm? can she make you feel this good??”, you question whilst slapping his cock, xiao being as sensitive as he is— this one slap caused his back to arch right off the bed, “w-what do you thi-nk you’re-?! ANGH!~”, another slap to the base of his cock causing his sentence to cut short and pre cum to flow from his slit. “shh good boy~ you’ll take what i give you and you’ll enjoy it.”
long story short— he was practically a twitching mess with a pool of cum at his stomach, his entire cock a cherry red and his thighs instinctively shutting tight when you reach to stroke him once more, “n-no! s-sensitive~ t-too senst-itive!~”, his pleas and whines turning and egging you on even further.
☆ KAZUHA
⭐︎ — must you really punish him on the crux, of all places— sneaking him into the storage and continuously slapping his cock whilst he shifts and mewls in your hold. wrapping your arms around his waist never allowing him to escape. his knees are shaking and barely able to function as the sting and sharp pain jumps his nerves but the constant marking of his neck and stroking of his cock allows him to enjoy his punishment however he really had done nothing wrong. perhaps you just wanted to see his cute face morph into one of pleasure.
“s-stop!~ can’t handle it- UNGH!~ i-i haven’t done anything w-wrong!~”, oh poor kazuha, if only he knew you enjoyed toying with his body anyway— the best part was edging him from the brink of cumming, the tears rolling down his reddened cheeks as he fucks up into your fist— chasing the orgasm he lost once more
☆ ALBEDO
⭐︎ — “albedo, i’d like to conduct an experiment”, his interest was certainly piqued since he was the person who usually came up with them. however he certainly won’t decline but however he was shocked by your request. “lie down, unbuckle your belt and take your cock out— that’s all my love”, he didn’t know what you were planning to do but he was already enjoying it. the least he was expecting was for you to spread your spit on your palm and suddenly stroke his dick with such speed— despite being made of chalk he’s still surprisingly sensitive.
he was confused on why you abruptly stopped until he felt a sudden slap on his cock, he was practically screaming with each slap, your technique was beautiful, a slap then a few strokes and the process went on until he mewled and covered your hand with a pearly white, chest heaving up and down whilst he tries to catch his breathe but was certainly confused when you kept going— it were going to be a long night <3
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TAGGING: @lex-lee-666 @leathernourishingshoepolish @currysrealm @kxisuke @stygianoir <3
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luveline · 1 year
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& speaking of the Steve zombie au series —
would you ever maybe give us a little tidbit of maybe Steve and reader where he finally admits to her not only just how petrified he was when she got kidnapped, but also how much he’s realized that he cannot live without her? I could feel his walls coming down in that last excerpt and felt our boy wanting to just UNLEASH all of his emotions to us and the comforted one vs the comforter, like — ugh my baby 🥲
even if you never wrote this tho your writing and this series is literally unmatched like oh my fucking god I love you and don’t even know you???
thank you so much ♥ for you, fem!reader zombie!au steve
"You want to what?" 
"I want to move into the pantry." 
You stare at Steve, your shock melding into unhappiness. "No, you don't." 
He laughs at your frown and sits up a little taller. He almost drops his tray. "I do! I miss you all the time, I don't see why we chose separate jobs in the first place." 
You look down at your own tray. You and Steve have chanced the unnatural winter sunshine to eat in the quietude outside of the cafeteria, but it's cold despite the sunshine and you don't like the food today and now Steve is… doing whatever it is he's doing. 
"I miss you too," you say. "You want this?" 
"You need to eat." 
"I don't like–" 
"That's never stopped you before," he teases lightly. 
"Forgive me for being picky," you say, and you're not being sarcastic. It's an amazing privilege at this point, and in these circumstances, to be able to turn food away. "You eat it for me, please." 
"We can go to the shop tonight and pick something you like," he says. 
'The shop' is just that, a small store of any excess pantry stuff, luxuries people don't strictly need. You can trade or you can cash in a 'credit' or a few for something. There's been some great stuff in there lately, like marshmallows and a huge box of three musketeers bars. 
"No…" You don't want him to buy you treats. It's like a reward for being difficult. "You can't come to work in the pantry, there isn't anything for you to do." 
"Then I'll do something else. I just want to be here with you." 
"But," you say, alarmed, "you can't do that. We can't be like that." 
You've only just got back to normal. Not normal, because this isn't normal, not this community or the apocalypse or what happened to you, but better than it had been. You get up in the mornings at the same time and eat breakfast in the cafeteria, where Hopper hosts town hall, and then you part for your separate jobs. You work in the kitchen, Steve works as a sort of security guard patrolling the fences of the community to stop a geek invasion, and occasionally leaves the College to bring things back from the abandoned shopping mall a couple of miles away. 
"Be like what?" he asks, sounding like he's about to sulk with you as he puts his tray at the floor by his feet. 
"Codependent." 
"We're already codependent. I think we're allowed." 
"See, that's what everybody says, but–" 
You put your tray down on the floor because you doubt Steve's going to eat it. It clinks next to Steve's with a more aggressive emphasis than you'd wanted.
You look at him, really look at him, eyes scanning his eyes and his mouth and the way he's holding his shoulders. He's tense. He's anxious. 
"Stevie," you say, and offer him your hand. 
He doesn't take it. "But what?" he asks. 
"I need you to be happy," you say, "how can you be happy if you're always worried about me? And when you're not worried about me it's because you're giving up the things you like doing to be near me." 
Your voice is quiet. It's hard to say all that out loud, one half of you worried he'll laugh in your face and say you've got it all wrong, and the other worried you'll hurt his feelings. 
"I need you." 
"Steve, you–" 
"I do," he says, staring a hole into your thigh, "I need you. I went fucking crazy without you." 
"You would've been okay." If something happened to me. 
He shakes his head. "No, I would've been a mess. Probably forever." 
This isn't the first time you've seen Steve vulnerable, but it's been a long time. He's been your pillar of strength, he's held you through nightmares and moments of unreality. He hadn't once wavered. 
You push onto your feet. You stand in front of him, weaving your fingers into the soft hair at the back of his head. 
"Steve," you say, pulling his head into your chest. You don't continue, wanting to say, Why didn't you tell me you felt like that? 
But he had. Hadn't he? He'd crossed the wilderness in the dead winter on a maybe that you'd be somewhere he could reach. 
His shoulders shift under your hand. You think, horrified, that he might be crying. 
"Steve," you whisper, pressing your lips into his hair. "It's okay. You saved me, you know?" 
"But what if I didn't get there in time? You were all alone. You were tied up," he says.
"I'm sorry." You don't know what else to say. You're so sorry. That he would have to think that, and see you like that. "It's my fault. I'm sorry." 
His arms slide behind your back and lock you in so tightly you feel like each of his fingers is touching your spine. You scramble to keep a hold on him. 
"I– you know, I lost my shit in the communal bathrooms and Robin had to tell me to get ahold of myself," he admits, trying to be lighthearted. He sounds strangled. 
"I didn't know that," you say, your eyes filling with tears. 
You have no clue if Steve is crying now. You think he might be. He's unsteady under your hands, the side of his face buried in your sternum, his hands clinging to you like you're a liferaft at sea. You try to calm him down, and find, ashamed of yourself, that you don't know how. 
"I'm so sorry, Steve," you mumble, sniffing his hair. He smells like your shared soap. 
All you can do is let him hug you. Eventually, his grip loosens, and he pull his face from your torso to look up at you. 
"Squeezing you…" He rubs his hands softly over the places he'd gripped. 
"You didn't hurt me. You'd have to try way harder than that, Harrington," you say. 
He reaches up for your face and you let him take it, bending at the waist for a kiss. You ignore the dampness under his eyes at first, thinking maybe that's what he wants. You kiss him all wonky in your desperation to feel it, and you laugh wetly as you lean back. 
You wipe his cheeks. "I love you," you say, and you both fill up with tears again. 
"This is embarrassing," Steve says, laughing with you.
You nod fiercely. Super embarrassing. 
You wouldn't have it any other way, though. You throw your arms around his neck for a second time and kiss the top of his head until you can't feel your lips.
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demo-bats · 2 years
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Yay I'm so happy you like my drawing! I do have a request if you don't mind writing it. I'd like a cute story about Eddie and a shy girl who works at an electronic shop. I imagine Eddie has to go to the shop sometime when he needs something for his electric guitar.
a/n: thanks for the request! i really enjoyed writing this. i tweaked it a little, hope you don’t mind! looking forward to any more art/requests :D
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& ,, STALKER IN AISLE FIVE
eddie munson x gn!reader
warnings: mentions of sexual themes, eds calling himself a pervert lol, lots of awkward convo and fluff.
you notice a certain curly-haired nerd frequently visiting your workplace. finally, you decide to acknowledge his stalking. 1.9k
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WORKING at Hawkins’ electronic store was not on your bucket list. Sure, you were fascinated by the up-and-coming technology that was slowly progressing as the years went on. But that didn’t stop your distaste for having to actually go in for your shifts.
Although the summer job had slowly spread into the rest of the year and your mind was ready to explode, you’d be lying if you said working there was all bad.
There was at least one thing you enjoyed. A certain curly-haired ‘freak’ who had a habit of stopping by multiple times a week.
You’d noticed him around three months ago. He had pranced in, mop of curls bouncing with every step he took. He was pretty to look at, although extremely eccentric, and you gathered that’s most likely the reason why your eyes had drifted to him in the first place.
But what held your gaze was how it was extremely obvious that he was coming there to see you.
You had only joined Hawkins High for your senior year, trying your best to avoid as many people as possible. You weren’t exactly the most friendly — Curse your awkwardness in social situations — But despite your quiet demeanour and sarcastic humour as a defence mechanism for your nerves, you had caught his eye years ago.
He’d thought he’d lost his chance to speak to you when you had graduated, but seeing you working here had felt like some sort of sign. He didn’t believe in God, but somebody had taken pity on him, and he would forever be doing penance for that.
The small, rusted bell above the door chimes as the hinges squeak, announcing a customer has arrived. You don’t bother looking up from your magazine, knowing already who’d be stupid enough to come in at 8:02am. 
You can feel a set of eyes on you as he wanders across the various aisles of cables and antennas, watching your chest press against the wooden counter. The only sound that fills the store is his heavy footsteps and the occasional turn of your page.
He feels like a pervert. The shame creeps up on him continuously when he finds himself staring, observing every small move you make. It’s the only thing that gratifies him, even though it’s just a reminder that he can’t find the courage to actually have a conversation longer than three sentences.
You sigh upon hearing him halt, never tearing your eyes away from the bold images in front of you. If he isn’t going to make a move, then maybe you can find some confidence from somewhere. “Can I help you, Eddie?”
Crash.
“Uh…” he lets out slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. He takes a quick peek at the mess of display tapes he’s knocked over, cursing internally at his body’s reaction to hearing you speak his name. “Clean up on aisle five?”
You try not to smile, tilting your head down further to hide your amusement. “Better put those hands to good use then.”
Eddie tries to ignore the sexual meaning he takes away from your words, burning red as he drops to his knees dramatically to quickly to stack the shelf again. He tries to organise them, but the current state of his bedroom proves that he’s already no good at that. You can hear him curse from your position behind the desk, despite him uttering it under his breath.
“Just leave it,” you announce quickly, worried you’d put far too much pressure on him. You’d only meant it as a joke, not expecting the boy to actually fold in half and bend to your commands. It’s a little too much power to hold, something you’d never experienced before. “I get paid to do that, so…”
“Right,” he lets out, trying to smoothly saunter up to the counter. He ends up whacking his knee into another cabinet on the way there, earning an actual physical laugh from you this time. He feels proud, despite knowing deep down that you’re really just laughing at his pain. If a fool is his part to play, then he’ll play it with an award-winning performance. “Anyways, uh, I’m here to…” He scans the shop, desperately looking for an excuse. “Guitar strings. Want ‘em. Need ‘em, actually. Pesky thing...”
He trails off with an awkward laugh, watching your eyebrows raise in amusement. You let him ramble on about the importance of his music and how sacred it is, unable to find your voice after initially greeting him. It’s something you’ve always struggled with. The sole reason you had graduated with decent grades but not a single person to celebrate that achievement with. You wanted interaction, but with the students of Hawkins High already making assumptions about your quietness, it was hard to do so.
Eddie notices your silence after a minute or two, cheeks reddening from his mouth’s persistence. He tilts his head, a grin widening on his face when you match his smile. “Yeah… and you definitely don’t get paid enough to deal with idiots like me.”
“You’re not an idiot,” you state almost immediately, words coming out a little raspy. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to say in response to so much attention from one person, but luckily your brain makes that decision for you for once. “Kind of chatty, but that's okay.”
“Usually my voice can lull a thousand people. I’m like a siren, truly.” He gets another laugh from you, one that’s snorted and entirely unattractive. To him? It’s the most beautifully raw sound he’s ever heard. He decides then and there that he’s already in love with it. “Guitar strings? Yes?”
You falter, suddenly coming back down to reality from the cloud he’d ascended you to. Of course, the essential thing he’d ‘come in’ for. Even though you know it’s just a rouse, you can’t help but feel bad when you break the news to him.
“You… know this is an electronics store, right? We don’t sell anything, like, remotely close to guitars.” You watch his smile evidently drop, although he manages to somehow keep the corners of his lips upturned. There’s a flash of rejection that passes over his eyes, a look that has your heart squeezed impossibly tight. Eddie is the only person who’s remotely considered approaching you, other than the band of jocks that occasionally took a dig at your shy nature. In light, he was the only person who’d been kind. You didn’t want to let that go. 
You can see the tops of his thighs twitch, the only part of his legs visible from where you’re standing. It’s enough to alert you that he’s going to leave, and although this is your first time conversing something other than ‘Enjoy your purchase’ or ‘Have a nice day’, you found yourself oddly connected to him.
So much so, that you offer the only thing that comes to your mind.
“W-We do sell amps though!”
Eddie Munson finds himself the new owner of a glossed amplifier a few moments later, covering the empty hole in his wallet where his cash should be with a forced smile. He’ll have to explain the lack of groceries to his uncle later. Something a lot better than wanting to impress a person he finds attractive.
“Aaaand here’s your receipt. You can return it within ten days if there’s any issues. Company policy, and all that fine print stuff…” You don’t finish the rest of your trained response, deciding he’s probably bought enough things in here over the last few months to know what you’re going to say. He simply nods, patting the large speaker awkwardly on the desk.
“Forgot how big these things are,” he begins, smoothing his palm over the dials and buttons as you draw your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress another laugh. He lets out a low whistle, and you ignore how your neck begins to flush with heat at the sound. “Like, wayyyy too big. Huge. Enormous, even-”
“You already have an amp, don’t you?” You finally put him out of his misery, watching his nose scrunch in embarrassment before he pats the speaker again, this time a little more forcefully.
“...Yeah.”
You open the till. “Okay, give it back. I’ll refund you-”
“W-What? No- No no no, I can take it. I don’t wanna get you in trouble, or anything- I’m a bad influence but not this bad.” He rushes out, hands waving in front of his face in frantic motions. You reach forward bravely, taking a hold of them to still his movements.
His breath hitches.
You strain your neck to look behind him, gazing over the empty parking spots out front on the street. They’ve been barren since last night. “I don’t see your van outside. There’s no way I’m going to actually let you carry that.” You chuckle along with your words, watching Eddie blink rapidly at you.
“You know my van?” He asks out of disbelief, but there’s a hint of a teasing tone to his words. He doesn’t mean to. However, there’s a natural charm and cockiness to him that never seems to cease. You kind of like it.
The sound of the register opening distracts him from his shocked stare, coins jingling within the metal. You count out the bills he’d handed over, sliding them across the counter with another timid grin.
“Being off the radar means I do a lot of observing,” Eddie gingerly reaches up to swipe the money, short-circuiting when his fingers envelop yours, unmoved from where you had originally laid them down. “Like what car you drive, and the new patch on your jacket, and the fact that you’ve been in here five times this week already.”
This time, Eddie blushes. A full-on rosy tint that spreads across his cheeks like the first brush stroke to an empty canvas. It paints him beautifully, mentally applauding yourself for finding comfortability in talking to him. It’s a personal success you can celebrate later.
“I… didn’t realise you could see me.” He admits honestly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he takes a quick glance around the store. His body physically turns to spy his multitude of hiding spaces, ones that he’s thought were somewhat decent. He hides his dismay well.
“You’re kind of hard not to look at,” Eddie nearly contracts whiplash at your response, eyes wide and mouth agape at your somewhat confession. Him? Lanky, scrawny, non-showered, freaky nerd Eddie Munson? You giggle at his obvious starstruck expression, deciding to take another leap of faith. You lean forward over the counter with the cash in hand, fingertips tracing the waist of his jeans as you stuff the bills into his front pocket. “See you same time tomorrow for those guitar strings?”
Eddie nods, body numb and on auto-pilot as he backs out of the store. His parted lips soon pull together to produce a grin when he reaches the door, green notes protruding from his pocket like some sort of ‘mark’ you’d left on him. He tries not to let his mind wander too far at that idea, for his own sanity.
“It’s a date.” He mutters eagerly, despite knowing that a ten minute conversation at your workplace is the worst romantic idea he’s ever come up with.
Still, you eat up every ounce of his dorky charm with a wide grin and a flutter in your stomach. “Yeah... It's a date, stalker in aisle five.”
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sorin-in-the-stars · 1 year
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Hey dear i saw hr request being open so i decided to slide jn heh
Maybe angst to fluff? (pls dont make the angst to brutal i cant handle it well) heh
Anyways have a nice day dont overworm urself AND EAT.
Spit it Out.
Scaramouche x GN! Reader
Contents : Arguments, Angst to Fluff, sharing a bed, soft Scara at the end
Summary : What Scaramouche said about Haypasia hurt you. Have you not been here for him this entire time has a follower?
Wc : 1k
Requeted? Yes!
Ao3
Hi! Thank you so so much for this request, i've been DYING to write more for scara, but i had no idea what to write.
This type of thing has been on my mind for a bit so I am glad i was finally able to write it out
I hope you enjoy it!!
You sat there in shock and awe. How could he be so stupid? Oh, yeah sure he didn’t have a single devoted follower up until Haypasia. It wasn’t like you were there this entire time, right? There for him throughout all the years, committed solely to him. 
Hell, you even left the Fatui with him! He may have thought he forced you to, but you were willing to do as he says! You were his only follower from day one. 
Yet he dare treats you as if you were…Nothing!?
You scoffed, crossing your arms and looking away from him. You visibly looked upset, from the look in your eyes, and to your completely untouched food. 
What is it that he had done? He was incredibly confused in the moment. Why weren’t you eating the food he made for you?
You always ate what he made for you, no matter its contents. At this point his plate was completely empty, even if he didn’t need to eat.
He sat back in his chair, kicking your leg under the able in the process. “Spit it out, mortal.” When had he started using ‘Mortal’ instead of some deranged insult? 
You didn’t reply, feeling that he didn’t need to know as your supposed ‘God’. He should be able to put two and two together, right?
“What? Is my cooking suddenly not to your standards?” He furrowed his brows, getting irritated. His hands clenched in on themselves under the table. “I said to spit it out. Who are you to ignore my demands?”
“Why don’t you go ask your first and most devoted follower? Hm?” You turned you body to face the other direction, refusing to look at him. You felt hurt because of what he had said to the Traveler. Did you mean nothing to him?
“Stop spouting nonsense. She has nothing to do with this.” He scoffed, his irritation and confusing growing immensely. 
Your eyes widened slightly, the pain growing from simple words. “So you admit that she’s a better follower than I am?” You closed your eyes tightly, body curling in on itself.
Is this what you’re upset about? How ridiculous! “What are you talking about? She is my first follower, you are merely a-” He cut himself off. 
What were you to him? A soldier? A pet? A follower? Why has he kept you around this long? You didn’t provide much service to him other than patching him up, and occasionally cleaning. 
Was it because of your company? 
No that can’t be it…
“A what? What am I then?” You turned to him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. His silence towards you did not help the feeling you held in your chest. The pain was getting unbearable.
You stood up, ready to leave the makeshift home the two of you shared. “If I mean nothing to my own god, should I really worship him?” You spoke, staring down at his sitting form. You held both anger and pain in your eyes and voice.
Suddenly, Scaramouche felt a pang of pain where his heart should be. He didn’t speak, he was at a loss for words.
Did you truly feel that way? Were you really his first follower? Did he mess this up? “Don’t you dare say words such as those again, Mortal.” He stood up, coming eye to eye with you. He grabbed your wrist, and pulled you closer. “You worship me?” He asked. There was a certain air to his words. Uncertainty? Curiosity? Hesitation? You couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Of couse I do! Why do you think I follow you around? Do as you ask? Hm? You think I do those because I fear I might die if I don't like all the other Fatui soldiers?” You raised your voice, your breathing getting rather unsteady.
“If you truly are my first follower, then she is nothing.” He said, clearly trying to look intimidating. His eyes betrayed him and softened at your response.
“Run off to your little devotee. I’m going to bed.” You yanked your arm from his hand, walking off to the makeshift bedroom you two had.
What did he do wrong? He was sure that what he said should have made everything better.
He hated humans and their stupid emotions.
__ At some point in the night, you felt your blankets move. DId he really come crawling to you? In bed? You pulled the blankets over your body tightly, refusing to share with him.
“Stop being a brat and give me the blanket.” Scaramouche tugged at the blanket knowing full well there were other ones. 
You didn’t reply, faking being asleep to see what he would do. 
He scoffed, settling with the small amount he had. “Stupid brat, you should be honored to even be in the same room as me. Yet here you are being greedy.” He spoke softly, as to not ‘wake you’ it seemed. 
You heard him sigh, and felt more movement. He leaned his head against your back, clearly looking down inside the blanket.
“...I’m sorry…My most devoted.” He whispered, moving his hand to gently grip the back of your shirt. It was a habit it seemed. One he did often while asleep. 
“Don’t say anyone is more devoted to me, Scaramouche.” You replied, letting go of the blanket to turn around to face him.
Scaramouche froze up. You weren’t meant to hear that. His facial expression showed that much.
You move a hand from under the blanket up to his face, gently cupping it. “You can do no real harm, my god.” You leaned your head onto his, voice softening “My Love.” 
Scaramouches cheeks dusted pink. “Don’t leave me.” His voice cracked. 
Maybe he didn’t see you as a follower because he didn’t want you as one? 
You hummed in response, leaving a small kiss on his forehead. “I wouldn’t dare try.” 
Scaramouche lifted one of his hands up to your face, cupping it in the same way you were doing to him. He just stared at you, not knowing what else to say or to do. 
He was tired. He wanted to sleep.
“Good. Now sleep, my most devoted.” He whispered, trailing his hand down to your neck to urge you forward gently. 
Scaramouche moved his head to your neck, enjoying the small bit of warmth it brought to his otherwise cold body. Carefully, he left small kisses there. 
He felt comfortable in your arms.
Finally, he could sleep.
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killersbasement · 2 years
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random romantic slasher headcanons
i'm basically just writing this out of boredom i haven't posted my writing in several years plz forgive me (also i'm still getting used to writing for the slashy boys so GOD FORGIVE ME if i get them wrong)
characters included : micheal myers, jason voorhees, "bubba" sawyer, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, billy lenz
warnings : none
micheal myers
very stoic, and also quite bad at showing affection
its kind of difficult for him to show love/be vulnerable since he's not used it so plz be patient with him
once he gets more comfortable with you being around he might get better at being affectionate towards you and showing his appreciation
in the beginning though he definitely makes it tough for you to be patient LMAO
i swear he's trying but you're gonna have to initiate most things
jason voorhees
also pretty stoic, but more out of shyness than anything
he wants to show affection, he really does, but he's nervous and not sure what he's doing and you're gonna have to initiate stuff with him a lot too
after a while he gets more comfortable with what he's doing and will start initiating things with you so you don't have to
but gets pretty nervous when you try to start new things (especially of the promiscuous sort) so ease him into stuff
overall a very decent boyfriend! he's definitely trying and will protect you as best he can
bubba sawyer
despite, yk, he's actually quite the gentle soul
you're surprised to find out he's very considerate!
you'd think he's just like a crazed chainsaw wielding madman but come to find out he's actually quite quiet and reserved, especially compared to his family (still pretty crazed though not gonna lie)
is, in many ways, a large teddy bear
also he's gonna treat you like his small teddy bear, so the feeling is mutual
like many of the slashers, takes a bit to come out of his shell but once he does he is very affectionate
also his brothers are gonna be all over you, not in a romantic way but they're gonna ask you a lot of questions
thomas hewitt
despite looking, in every sense of the word, intimidating, he is also a sweetheart at the core!
and similar to bubba his family is gonna accept you as one of their own almost immediately
if anyone threatens, bullies, or otherwise mistreats you they're gonna have a rough go of things
latches onto you when you start being affectionate towards him, not his fault he's kinda touch-starved (and just affection starved in general)
also pretty tense at the beginning because he's scared of messing something up and scaring you off but if you reassure him enough he'll start getting more comfortable
brahms heelshire
my guy is SO TOUCH-STARVED it's not even funny
god forbid you accept him once he comes out of the walls cuz he's gonna be all over you
in a perfect world you spend all day every day just holding him
unfortunately, he does have to accept you both have things to do
he's gonna loosen up on the schedule a little bit to allow more time for you guys to spend together, just laying in bed or on the couch
sometimes will hide the doll in the walls so that you have to pay more attention to real brahms
besides, what does a chunk of porcelain have that he doesn't?
don't expect to be leaving the house anytime soon btw
billy lenz
similarly, extremely touch-starved
and since he doesn't have a schedule and spends basically his entire day in a dark attic, he doesn't see a problem with just sitting in bed with you 24/7
you're gonna have to pry him off you cuz his grip is like iron
will eventually relent on his own if you promise you'll cook something for him
will occasionally bring you random stuff he finds in the attic as if it's brand new, though sometimes he finds some interesting stuff up there you forgot about
likes staying in your room but will go back up to his attic if he's feeling especially vulnerable or upset
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quinloki · 10 months
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Can I request dacryphilia, clothed Dom naked sub and spanking for killer, kid and wire (of course if you are comfortable writing for him) have a lovely day/night 🫰🏽
Heck yeah, let's do this. These are creeping up on about a week behind, so my apologies anon (I mean, I did warn I was de-prioritizing these, but still <3 )
I love the Kid Pirates, one of the few crews where you can be sure I have head canon for even the BRIEFEST of characters on the crew.
I've - *ahem* touched on spanking with Kid and Killer, but it was in specific and non-generalized cases, so we'll happily do these a second time without issue.
We'll go by character - in alphabetical order.
Kid:
Dacryphilia - Oh god your don't even know - Within the confines of a session, Kid is more than happy to see you just fall apart. Whether your tears are from being overwhelmed, or because he's degraded you into a mess, or because you've been choking on his cock, he's all for it. Good sessions are messy, whether sex is involved or not. Granted, most of your session with him when you're first together are going involve sex, but once you've been together for a while there's certainly going to be some purely emotional sessions.
Much as he'd be loathe to admit it, he does value that emotional connection, that bond, that vulnerability. As loud and crude and vulgar as he is, he is every inch capable of maddeningly deep love. He might not know well how to deal with that, but he can get there.
But your tears are a sign of vulnerability, and that you don't stop session because of them sinks into his core. Now, your tears outside a session are more liable to cause him to panic (or get angry if you're not yet in a relationship). And honestly, gods forgive someone else making you cry, cause Kid won't.
Clothed Dom Naked Sub - Oh god you don't even know - This is a beast in his natural habitat. He'll take his time peeling away the layers of your clothing (or making you take them off) if the build-up and anticipation works for you as well. Clothes on, clothes off, clothes torn to shreds, clothes stripped - he's very flexible, but there is an extra level of power dynamic in this setup, and he revels in it.
Gods save you if you're a brat, because he certainly prefers to dole our punishments with this setup.
I imagine he honestly has a couple really nice tailored suits just for stuff like this. Black suits with blood crimson accents and leather gloves that creak just the right way when he flexes his hand.
(Oh... I am a tad distracted now.)
Spanking - FUCK Yes - Unless you're willing to push back, Eustass is gonna smack that ass. During session, outside session. He does it to show possession, and because he likes the way you jump when you don't know it's coming. If you're not cool with it outside sessions he'll respect that (with maybe an occasional oops), you can be sure that during sessions those hands with be on your ass.
Smack, squeeze, rub - until your cheeks are red and you're wet and panting against him. Over his knee, bent over the desk, down on all fours sticking your cheeks up in the air for him, crops, bare handed - he's here for it all.
If you want to yeet it into Oh god you don't even know territory, then beg him for it.
Killer:
Dacryphilia - FUCK Yes - Kid and Killer share the "sessions should be messy" mentality, though Killer takes it to a slightly less extreme than his captain does. There's also specific tears Killer is okay seeing come from you during a session - Killer's a Sure/Yes on Degradation, so he doesn't really like seeing you cry from that. He does like being able to wipe away your tears when you're overwhelmed, or gagging on his dick.
Much like with most of the Kid Pirate crew, crying outside of sessions is a way different vibe for Killer. He handles tears better than Kid does, but he doesn't like them. (He's also more likely to straight up murder someone for making you cry than Kid, surprisingly.)
Clothed Dom Naked Sub - Yes - Killer prefers to stay clothed, (not that it takes much to get him to strip), but he kind of prefers everyone to stay clothed. Moving just enough aside to be able to satisfy you is way hotter to him than him being clothed and you being naked. That said, he's by no means against this kink. There's still plenty in it for him to enjoy himself.
He probably doesn't start with a tailored outfit for the occasion, but I can see him having a few things he'd wear specifically. (At least one outfit is that pre time-skip deal with the tasseled pants and boots, and good bless than button up cause he just leaves it unbuttoned and there's all that thick chest hair <3 )
Spanking - Oh god your don't even know - Killer is very tactile. He loves touch and being touched. He loves the more his touch effects you, and he loves when he can leave marks on you that will fade. So spanking hits a lot of buttons for him all at once.
He also brings that quiet little daddy dom energy vibe he's got going on into it as well. How his good little one gets spanked and how his naughty little one get spanked are very different, and may you experience both in the ratio you desire.
Unlike with Kid, begging is not optional with Killer in this regard.
Wire:
Dacryphilia - Sure? - Wire, my tall quiet softie who comes in at like Extra Tall and equipped with a modified pitchfork. He's not uncomfortable with tears - in or out of a session, but he's not really into them either. He can appreciate how you could cry from good things, like over-stimulation, or a really good orgasm, and you tear up giving him head, and he wipes the tears away and whispers little praises to you. He's not turned off by your tears, but he's not looking to specifically make you a mess in that way.
He will skewer a bitch for making you cry though, but while Kid or Killer might do so whether you want them to or not (or before you could even stop them), Wire will give you a chance to stop him.
Clothed Dom Naked Sub - FUCK Yes - Wire does like to strip you, slowly, more than have you start out naked, but he does prefer to keep his own clothes on. Even when your roles are reversed (Heat and Wire both feel rather switchy to me, in both dom/sub and top/bottom roles), he prefers his partner to end up naked vs himself. He won't stop you from stripping him though, or making him strip - it's a preference, not a hard line.
Admittedly, it is nice to just disappear under that cloak. >.>
Spanking - getting spanked Yes, spanking FUCK Yes - I feel like Wire got a spanking from Kid at one point, and couldn't sit comfortably for a couple days so it's not as high on his list of things he enjoys. But he does love watching your skin get red, watching you squirm and moan and pant bent over his knee or a desk or what have you. He's not hugely verbal, but he loves listening to other people, so things like spanking or wax play or ice cubes, and the like, he enjoys. He's not trying to hurt anyone, he just want to hear all the sounds you can make.
I can see this man's enjoyment of sound equating into him being a hell of a DJ in a modern AU.
Kinky One Piece Head Canons
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dreamersparacosm · 2 years
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Hi, congrats on 3.5K! For the prompts, can you do the sit one, where the reader is jacking austin off, and they’re doing it in front of a mirror? Thank you 💗
nsfw!
note ; this is so hot. screaming crying throwing up. i would like to partake in this
warnings ; handjob, sexual instances
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
austin doesn’t normally use the mirror in his bedroom for anything other than dressing himself and the occasional comb-over of his golden locks.
however, on a night like tonight, when more than four glasses of wine were consumed and your sundress left little to no imagination around the skin of your thighs, he found another use for that mirror of his: you, on your knees with his heavy cock in your tiny hands, sundress pulled down just enough for your tits to spill out.
and just like that, he’s thanking god for the interior designer that decorated his home.
he’s teetering on the edge, has been since you decided to play upon his desires in that italian restaurant, fingers deftly messing with the hem of your lilac sundress. he’s been playing with fire ever since you two had retreated back to your vehicle after dinner, a little extra pep in your step that revealed just a bit of your bare ass. all that to say - he was a goner even before you got to your knees in front of your shared mirror, commanding that he watch you while you jerk him off.
the white wine was definitely speaking for you, but he was not one to complain.
his jaw is unhinged, eyes nearly bulging out of its sockets as your hand repeatedly wraps around the girth of his throbbing cock, precum leaking. for a moment, he peeks in the mirror, catches your eye: it’s better than any eye contact you two have ever made. “keep going, baby. shit, if you keep going like that, i’m gonna cum,” he speaks, eyes still locked on your reflection in the mirror.
“yeah?” you slow your movements down, eyes averting to peer up at him through your lashes. the strap of your sundress slightly falls off your shoulder, cock-drunk expression plastered on your face; he thinks he might cum on the spot. “where do you want to cum?”
“open your mouth.” he speaks through gritted teeth, hand reaching out to cup your chin as you obey, tongue splaying out for him to see. you continue to jerk him off, tip of his cock resting ever so slightly on your tongue, just enough for him to feel the wetness of it.
what finally sends him over the edge is not the sensation of your repeated actions, but when he finally locks eyes with you one last time in that mirror. the warm, white liquid shoots out of him right onto your tongue, body vibrating and mind fuzzy as he maintains the eye contact. profanities spew from his lips, your name amongst some of them.
you make a point of swallowing every last drop, smiling up at him innocently as you remove from your hand from his softening cock. “did i do good?”
“very good,” the pad of austin’s thumb runs over your cheek, eyes gazing down at you adoringly. his voice is hoarse, cracked by the impact of his orgasm. “what a good girl.”
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
join my celly here!
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crossdressingdeath · 4 months
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Thinking about the disappointing ending to Durge's personal quest and how they either go full villain or lose most of what makes them unique as a character and basically just become Tav, and like... since Durge's death and immediate resurrection adds nothing to the plot (and what with things like the companions not responding to it, there being no clear reason why Durge is able to do something that Withers specifically says breaks cosmology and Withers apparently being unable to resurrect Durge if they kill themself to defy Bhaal at the very end of the game for no apparent reason it actually causes a surprising number of problems in the writing), why couldn't the good ending just involve finding a way to stop Bhaal from interfering in their life rather than Bhaal killing them?
Here's one potential solution, just off the top of my head. All the other origins' personal quests have trade-offs, right? Durge is the only one with this perfect "you get everything you want with no downsides" sort of ending. So what if instead of Bhaal killing them and them immediately getting brought back, they had to make a deal with him? He sets them free, and in exchange they do something for him. I can't think of what the exact terms would be, maybe something like... I don't know, "You'll uphold the usual 'murder once a tenday' tenets of the Bhaalists and if you stop you're mine again" that wouldn't really do anything in the game itself but would become an issue afterwards (like Astarion losing the ability to walk in sunlight if he remains a spawn and Wyll losing his warlock powers if he breaks his contract)? But whatever the terms are the upshot is that Bhaal removes the Urge as a show of good faith and the party is allowed to leave freely. Maybe also add in something like Shar still harassing Shadowheart if she spares her parents, like... maybe Bhaal removing the Urge and agreeing not to force Durge into their apocalyptic destiny doesn't mean he can't try to convince them to do it of their own will, so he occasionally pops into their head and tries to push them in a more murdery direction in a less aggressive version of the Urge that can't directly take over them? Or possibly just. hurts them out of spite because as long as he doesn't do anything permanent or force them to harm anyone else he's remaining within the bounds of their agreement. And that way they remain a piece of Bhaal's divine gore with everything that entails, they're just not on Bhaal's leash anymore. And they've also agreed to do something pretty fucked up of their own (coerced) will in exchange for their freedom, so they don't retain the annoyingly spotless moral high ground of the canon end of redemption Durge's story where they selflessly die rather than become Bhaal's apocalypse-triggering Chosen again.
You could even keep that "I'd rather die than serve you" energy without actually pulling the trigger: since Durge is actually a part of Bhaal rather than just his child like other Bhaalspawn, maybe they'd have ammunition for forcing Bhaal to bargain with them that regular Bhaalspawn don't. Like, say... maybe since they're a part of Bhaal them being destroyed utterly would do a fair amount of damage to him (which may have something to do with why they can be resurrected despite that usually being impossible for Bhaalspawn), and—to keep Withers's involvement in the quest, since that's actually really fun and given his distaste for Bhaal makes sense—the death god they're palling around can help make that complete destruction happen. Under those circumstances it would be better for Bhaal to lose them as his Chosen and mess up that particular plan for total victory rather than continue to try to force them and weaken himself permanently! I think if nothing else all that wouldn't make less sense than the canon ending.
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oh my god I'm so embarrassed but do you think you could give us some headcanons for a friends-to-lovers kinda thing with Scout? maybe some nsfw ones as well??🥺 a shy reader maybe? afab?? totally cool if this is too specific or if you'd just rather not 👉👈
hey anon! Sure I'd love to. I've been working on a longer fic so I haven't been online much but thank you for the ask!
Friends 2 Lovers: Scout X Y/N! (BONUS NSFW)
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-Both of you have been close friends for years, you could tell by all the childhood photos each others mom's forced you to take
-Photos of you and him at his birthday, your birthday, at the zoo, roller skating, etc. They all hung up on a corkboard that had all his cherished memories on display. -Scout had always felt neutral with you because you were his closest friend. Except for a few awkward moments that you both repressed. -Moments like Y/N laying on his chest, her hand accidentally moving close to his thigh or them accidentally touching hands, both tried to forget them but when they were alone, it was always in their mind. -Scout would occasionally flirt with Y/N "as a joke". He also loves "practicing" cheese one-liners on you. -"Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!" he says clicking his tongue and shooting finger guns at you. "God you're such a dork." Y/N says, rolling her eyes. -"Okay, okay how bout' this one-...Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print~!" Scout says with a huge grin. -"Yeah maybe," Y/N said, she put her hand on her face and looked longingly at him. "You play baseball, yeah? Cus you're a real knock outta the park." -Scout's face became lightly flushed with pink, "haha. Y-you're kidding, right?" "Of course. Why would I be serious?" She got up and stretched her arms "Besides if I was going to flirt with you I'd be less cheesy." -"...How so...?" He asked. -Y/N looked over to him and grabbed his hat from his head, firmly placing it on hers. "Maybe something a little like this." -She put her arms around his shoulders and pushed him to her "How bout we go to my room and you give me a home run?" She said with a toothy grin. Scout's face was doused in red and a loud roar of laughter followed "God that was so bad!!!" Y/N said holding her face "Oh my god, sorry. I'll think of something better." She walked away leaving Scout an embarrassed mess -Even though it was a "Joke" he couldn't stop thinking about the interaction. He buried years of crushing so deeply that once Y/N said that, they all rose from the grave. He couldn't stop thinking about her in more ways than "Just friends." -Of course, Y/N felt this way the entire time but she tried to pay no mind to it. Her heart was always heavy when she was next to him because there was this want to just tell him how she felt...but she couldn't -Weeks go past after the interaction and both of them decided to work the courage to ask each other. Scout with a letter in hand and Y/N was a planned speech they both asked each other to meet at the top of the hill where a huge tree stood. -"No I-" They said together "Wait-No You can go-" Their words were identical, pointing at each other "STOP!!! YOU GO FIRST- OH MY-" Both of them grunted in annoyance and Y/N signaled to zip Scout's mouth. -"J-Jeremy." She said anxiously, staring at his eyes made her anxiety worsen. "Uh...so like. We've been friends for a while and. I- Uhm..." Y/N shut her eyes tightly and poured the truth out. "Jeremy, I've always liked you and it was hard to say because...I didn't want to ruin our friendship if...i-if it didn't w-ork.." -Scout dropped his letter and gently held her hands. "No, no. I...I felt the same way too, Y/N. You're right- that's the reason why I kept it in for so long." -"So what now?" She said looking at him. -A sensual kiss fell onto Y/N's lips, Scout's gently touching hers and she felt herself met a little. He pushed up against her and she held tightly onto his shirt as they both lowered down. -A whole make-out sesh happened on that damn hill lmao. NSFW WARNING AHEAD!
-Tries hard in bed to please you, but has no experience. -Jacks off A LOT, though. This man shoots semen like 24/7. -Whenever he watches porn he tried to take notes to make sure he does the same to you lol -Average erection, around 5-6. -He asks his mom what to do once you both have sex and she hands him a pack of condoms
-Takes him bout a minute to put one on, he's super embarrassed by it. "I hope I can try and give you a good time..." "Any moment with you is great, Jam Jam." (yes that's his nickname) -Fear not! He gets the hang of it and progressively gets better. -Is willing to do any kinks you enjoy <3. Some of his is degradation, praise, very light BDSM, and overstimulation
-He's a little dirty too~ (he doesn't tell you) but even though you guys are dating he imagines you aren't, and it's just his hot best friend giving blow jobs for free or "practice" -He lets you overstimulate him, practically have him shaking by the end of every session -His favorite thing to do with you is eat you out and let your cum drip out. Sucking it and licking your clit afterward
-He always spoons you after and hugs you but for some reason, he gets super hungry and energetic so he'll usually bring back a snack and talk your head off until you're asleep!! Ighty anon! Thanks for the request!! I'll be uploading more in the future <3
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