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cashmoneyyysstuff · 1 month

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pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3

a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾

katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.

for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.

imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.

he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.

“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.

“quit squirmin’. ”

“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.

“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.

“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.

“like what ?”

“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.

you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.

“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.

“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.

“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.

“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.

“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”

you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”

“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.

“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”

“yet.”

your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.

“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”

“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.

you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.

“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.

“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.

“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”

“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.

“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.

“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.

“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.

“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.

“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”

a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓

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pupkashi · 2 months

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satoru loves yapping [to you]

satoru was always chatty, shoko could definitely attest to that statement, subjected to too many conversations she definitely did not care about.

“isn’t it hotter than usual? i swear last year it was colder around this time of year-” he began, continuing to talk as shoko tried to focus instead on healing an injured itadori in front of her.

it seemed that his chatty characteristic only amplified when you were around, his eyes would visibly brighten, practically gleaming when you appeared in his eyesight.

“sweetheart! how are you? staying cold in this heat?” you can help but smile at him, walking straight into his already outstretched arms and squeezing his waist a bit, pressing a soft peck to his cheek before pulling away.

“heat? it feels so good out today!” you sigh happily, waving yellow to shoko and itadori, “it is hotter than last year though I’ll tell you that,” satoru grins at your words, turning to shoko with a flint in his eyes before turning back to you.

“that’s what I said! global warming is getting too severe-” the two of you walking out hand in hand, the taller man still talking as you listened intently.

satoru never felt the need to be quiet around you, always finding things to talk about no matter the task or the hour.

“and so you would think that since they were doing so bad they would think of making changes right?” you nod along, humming so he knows you’re listening, “but no! they keep going with same stupid strategy and it’s so frustrating as a fan to see, i just want him to achieve his dreams,” he sighs sadly.

“can you pass the salt?” you ask, taking it from his much larger hand, thanking him before speaking up again, “why does he keep resigning if they always treat him so poorly?” you ask, satoru smiles, heart warming at the fact that you really do pay attention to him.

“he’s always wanted to win with Ferrari- let me take you back to the beginning” he begins, giving you a summary of charles leclerc’s life as you finish cooking dinner.

you could always tell when he got a bit insecure of how talkative he was, but you’d always smile at him, urging him to go on. “and then what? why’d you stop talking?” you’d say, making him smile widely before quietly starting again.

“I’m listening, angel boy,” you mumble in between dreams, listening to him talk about how orange juice isn’t the same as it was when he was growing up and how the new game he downloaded was more complicated than it seems.

it could be nearing 2 in the morning but you wouldn’t mind, satoru would be discussing how and why wombats have cube shaped poops and how koalas eat eucalyptus and pandas have half a brain cell they don’t bother to use.

“it has no real nutritional value and that’s why they have to eat so much of it,” he mumbles, eyes drooping as he cuddles closer to you.

“aren’t they made to digest meat?” you whisper, head tucked into the crook of his neck, your breath running a chill down his spine.

“think so, dunno” he mumbles back, breathing evening out before he’s fully asleep.

your eyes open slowly as you crane your neck, his pink lips slightly parted as he takes soft breaths, snowy hair pointing every which way.

you can’t help but smile at your lover.

“goodnight pretty boy” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “my little yapper,” you chuckle to yourself, already looking forward to what he’d talk about tomorrow.

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a/n: hi friends ! just a quick little something i put together bc i miss satoru so bad lately </3 he’s def a yapper and i want to hear him talk all day and night

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coeurify · 6 months

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jus’ a little drabble of gf!ellie couple’s costume

a/n based off that one emma&izzy tik tok(at bottom.)

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“El, please come out.”

“I cant. I cant do this.”

Your lips purse together to hide the smile forming from Ellie’s nervous tone, the pitch of her voice just slightly higher behind the door she seeks solace behind.

“You should‘ve just let me dress as Spider-Man!” Ellie whines, muffled by the white painted wood.

“Oh,” you scoff, “so I could be what, Mary Jane.. or Gwen?”

“Yea!”

You shake your head even though Ellie can’t see it, the red fabric of your hood moving with you. “Every masc lesbian and frat dude in the ten mile radius of that party is probably dressed as Spider-Man, El. Just open the door.”

Your fingers reach for the metal knob, and you press on it lightly, turning it just a bit.

 Ellie may be embarrassed, but she’d never lock the door on you.

When the creaky wood opens fully, and the bright bathroom light spills into the hallway, you cant stop the grin that spreads on your face.

 Ellie is standing there, a sweet little pout on her face as she adjusts one of the ears on her head. The black triangle on her nose is slightly smudged by the nervous hand she rubs across it. “I look stupid.”

“You don’t look stupid,” you coo, the red hood of your ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ costume falling as you step closer, pinching your girlfriend’s red cheeks, fixing the little fluffy wolf ear attached her her messy auburn hair.

“Babe, i’m wearing a leash,” she whines again, the space between her eyebrows furrowing.

You nod. Yea… you had picked that part out. But cmon, how couldn’t you? Ellie had flushed so cutely when you explained the costume idea that you just could not think of anything else.

Your fingers dip beneath the flannel she wears, searching until they find the cheap metal chain attached to El’s neck.

“Gotta keep the big bad wolf close by, don’t I?” You chastise, giving the chain a little tug, bringing Ellie’s lips to your own.

Ellie melts into the affection, pout long gone as she kisses you, “Isn’t the wolf supposed to be the one chasing Little red?”

She smiles against the kiss when you start giggling and pull away. It leaves a little stain of your gloss on the pink fat of her bottom lip, and you resist the urge to reach forward and wipe the stickiness off.

Her lips curl up even further as you step back into the hallway. “You wanna chase me?” You ask, raising your eyebrow.

“Dunno, maybe I should. You made me wear a leash,” Ellie teases, stepping closer.

Her hands reach out, fingers reaching toward your hips as you back against the wall.

You knew what she was doing. “Don’t you dare-“ You point an accusatory finger toward her chest as she closes in on you.

Ellie’s shit-eating grin only grows more, her fingers wiggling as they find your waist, digging playfully into you.

Your weak spot.

The scream that falls from your lips might actually concern some of your neighbors, and you scramble to escape your girlfriend’s torment, tripping down the hall.

“Run little red, run!” Ellie bellowed dramatically, the chain around her neck dangling as she ran after you.

“We’re gonna be late!” You cried, a breathy giggle falling from you as she chases you around the couch, one clip on ear falling from her head in the process.

“Should’ve let me dress as Spider-Man!”

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams #gf!ellie williams

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leahwilliamson · 2 years

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🧍🏻‍♀️

#separation anxiety is so bad i fr either need to get a lobotomy or kms #like no jokes genuinely #this is so unbearable #for me and whoever im attached to because there always has to be someone #as if my brain would ever give me a moments peace #idk what to do about this anymore i am trying so hard #i could have like 10 anxious outbursts a day but i will not because I’m trying not to be a complete fucking lunatic #i acc dunno what is wrong like if this is normal or if there’s an actual problem here #i am so so tired though i really am #the urge to cut myself off from everyone and never form any new friendships/relationships ever again grows stronger each day #because at least this wouldn’t happen #i am So tired

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 1 month

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no but that scene where kid Tris bluntly but PRIVATELY reveals to Briar that she KNOWS he can't read- she's known all along-

how he waits for everyone else to start doing their chores for the day before starting on whatever's left, instead of just checking the board where it all gets written up-

she never poked at that

never used it against him. even back when they didn't LIKE each other- him a kid from the streets and her from a merchant family, social oil and water, all their scuffs and tiffs. her temper is hot and her words are sharp

Tris never. not once. mocked him for not being able to read. didn't even mention it

and she noticed. this before the four of them all really grow into being foster siblings, back when they're just four traumatized and thrown away kids plopped down into a cottage with two women who weirdly enough won't stop caring about them-

even back then, prickly Tris paid attention

the offer to teach him comes later- in private- she is NOT embarrassing him in front of anyone else when she talks about it. it's after the four survived almost dying together, a quiet moment alone, when she finally mentions she could help if he wanted

he does. instantly- and it's not hard to see why he's so comfortable with saying yes, now. he wouldn't let on to anyone else, their teachers and guardians, but Tris saw and kept quiet and is asking him

her urge is to share this thing that'd given her so much comfort and strength with someone else who doesn't have that yet. and to do it just for him, no one else to see, just his thing to study with her, something she's happy to make time for

then years later, they are the family bookworms together. sister and brother with more academic interests than their other two siblings. they reconnect so quietly and easily even though they both are maybe the hardest to get along with in general, the sharpest and most likely to snap and lash out. but Tris taught Briar to read without making him feel stupid about it. he grew up and taught HIS student to read, using a lot of the same tricks Tris had used on him

i dunno. it gets to me, is all

#the circle of magic #tris trisanna chandler #briar moss #tamora pierce #......#i need to reread those again #they just always feel so good

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minarinnn · 5 months

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girl dinner anon here please can I have more crumbs of Kunigami and Barou your writing for them was so good and I haven’t seen anything new for them in a while 😭🙏

I dunno if I want anything specific- maybe like breeding or something but you can do whatever your heart desires desires 🙏🙏🙏🙏

OMG I ENJOYED WRITING THAT SM NGL, this took longer than expected but honestly it’s bc i kinda forgot to post it so yh sorry for the delay lmao

content/trigger warnings: afab! reader, characters are aged up, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy kink, degrading, praising, groping, rough sex, implied size kink

BAROU

barou always pulled out. he didn’t mind it. there was never any real desire to get you pregnant. that was until he saw you with his baby nephew at a family event. the kid was around 2 years old and you spent almost the whole night fussing over him

you played, fed, and even cuddled with him. he saw his nephews sleeping figure in your arms as your soft hands caressed his back. he doesn’t know why but barou felt all tingly inside. he never had the urge to do it but the thought of you carrying a kid that looks exactly like him turned him on immensely

so when you get to your shared apartment and barou pounces on you, you think nothing of it. you’re like putty in his big, rough hands. you really couldn’t get enough of him

the way his dick stretched you out perfectly, bruising your cervix as you moaned out his name. your pretty nails scratching and leaving marks along his back while his heavy balls smacked against your ass

your eyes rolling back over his rough pacing that immediately makes you go dumb on his fat cock. his hands groping all over your body as he growls lewd things in your ears that make you clench impossibly harder on his dick

“it hasn’t even been ten minutes and you’re already dumb on my cock, huh? you pretty little slut” the words making you whine and your eyes water. “i’m gonna fuck my baby into you” he grunted, reaching deeper into your soaking cunt “you’d like that, wouldn’t you pretty?”

you nod, babbling incoherent words as your second orgasm washed over you, making you buck your hips towards him. “i’m’a make you a fuckin’ mommy” is the last thing he said before dumping his seed into your cunt, thrusting it deep into you, making you take every single drop

KUNIGAMI

kunigami has always been a big family guy so the though of having a family of his own always excited him. but when you said you didn’t wanna have kids yet, he respected it. though he did have the habit of asking questions like ‘when do you think you’ll be ‘ready?’ ‘how many do you wanna have?’ ‘do you want any at all?’

so when you told him you were getting off the pill, not because you wanted children, but because of the side effects that came with it, he was oddly weird about it. maybe it was because he enjoyed cumming inside of you and now he had to pull out

the next few times go by with him pulling out, he didn’t like doing it, but he respected you and your wishes. as much as he’d like to dump his cum into you like he used to, he knew he had to restrain himself

but when the words “im ready” and “please cum inside” slip out of your mouth while he’s pounding his dick into you, he goes feral. his pace immediately picks up, making you moan in pleasure as his thrust went from gentle and loving to rough and quick

kunigami’s mind was filled with images of your belly growing and your boobs heavy and sore. the thought of you carrying his baby just fueled him to the max

you could feel his dick twitching within your gummy walls as his lips feverishly kissed along your entire body, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh. “you’re gonna be such a good mommy” his sweet words contrasted his rough pace. you could feel his big cock pushing past your cervix and his breeder balls smacking against your plush ass

with a few more thrust and a few whines, he painted your walls white. resting his sweaty body on top of yours while he kissed your shoulder. both your chest’s heaving up and down while your hand roamed his fluffy orange hair

“i hope we have twins”

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 6 months

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A flock of elephants

Written for the November warm-up round of the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Prompt: Bakery AU

Rated: T

CW: some sexual tension and innuendo

Tags: Baker Steve, Rockstar Eddie

Notes: Can be read as a continuation of this microfic

“You don't understand how huge a deal this is, Steve,” Dustin says. He’s wiggling in the passenger seat, trying to take in every bit of their surroundings as they pull up to the concert hall.

Steve huffs and squints at the signs. There's security and fans and staff everywhere and he can feel a headache coming up.

"A guy asked me to bake a cake, so what? It's literally what I do for a living, nothing-"

"A guy asked you to-" Dustin sputters. "Excuse me, what did you say? Eddie Munson commissioned you to bake a replica of his world famous Warlock, do you have any- Do you even know who Eddie Munson is?"

"Of course I know," Steve grouses. "I don't live under a rock."

"Oh yeah?" Dustin levels him with an unimpressed look. "Name one of his songs."

"Please," Steve rolls his eyes. "You're blasting that shit on repeat, it's practically seared into my brain. Especially the one about the elephants."

Dustin stares at him. Steve resists the urge to pinch his nose.

"You know the one! What was it? Flock of Elephants?"

Dustin crumples into the car seat and slaps both palms to his forehead. "It's A Court of Sycophants, Steve! Oh my God!"

"Synchro-what?" Steve ignores the way his neck prickles and takes a sharp right. "You just made that up. Now help me look for the delivery entrance or we won't have ourselves a deal at all."

Once they find the entrance, it turns out he forgot the ID badge that the label sent, because of fucking course he did. He spends about half an hour trying to convince the grumpy security guard to let them in while Dustin has a complete meltdown. Just as he's ready to give up, they're rescued by the appearance of a tiny blonde in a pink cardigan who cheerfully introduces herself as Eddie’s manager.

"Sorry about Hop," she says for what must be the fourth time, while Steve sets up the guitar-shaped cake at the center of the buffet and Dustin inspects the backstage lounge with awestruck eyes. "He takes his job very seriously."

"Yeah, I noticed," Steve mutters. She seems nice enough, but he really doesn’t wanna engage in smalltalk right now. The bustle of the stage hands and the hot air of the venue are making him squeamish. All he wants to do is get this over with and go home.

Unfortunately fate must hate him, because that is the exact moment that a familiar voice says, "Hey, Chris. No matter what Hop tells you, I didn't order hookers to the venue. I dunno where he got the-"

Dustin starts squealing.

"Oh my God, you're Eddie Munson!"

Eddie squints at him like a confused cat.

"Last time I checked, yeah. And you are?"

"Dustin," says Dustin, like that explains everything. "I'm with Steve."

Eddie’s eyes flit over and his face breaks into a delighted, dimpled smile.

"Baker boy, hi!"

Steve's mouth goes dry.

He doesn’t know why, but all of the easy confidence of their last meeting is suddenly gone.

Maybe it's because they were in the bakery, on his own turf, and now they're on Eddie’s, where the lights and the noise and the hum of the crowd in the auditorium are grating on his nerves.

Maybe it's because last time, Eddie looked like just some guy in his ripped jeans and ratty hoody, unwashed hair piled in a chaotic bun, and now …

… now he's in a pair of leather pants that are so tight they may as well be spray-painted on and what looks like a fucking harness, hair cascading around his face and shoulders in a halo of messy curls and is that eyeliner?

"Woah," Eddie breathes, eyes growing large, and yup, eyeliner. Definitely eyeliner, Jesus fucking Christ. With two long strides of those impossibly long legs, he's beside Steve and ogling the cake with an awestruck face. "This is fucking incredible, dude, it looks just like the real thing. You did all that from the photos?"

By some miracle, Steve manages to channel the incoming blush into a sly pop of his hips and a smug eyebrow quirk.

"Told you I was the best."

Eddie is looking at him like he didn't bake a cake but hung the moon, which … in combination with the eyeliner and the leather and the harness of it all? Steve squirms in his jeans.

"Okay, erm … if that's all, I'll send over the bill by-"

"Wait, what? You're not staying for the show?" Eddie swivels to Chrissy, all righteous indignation. "Why are they not staying for the show?"

Chrissy shrugs, at the same time that Steve says, "That's really not necessa-"

"We'd love to stay!"

Dustin shoves himself between them, elbowing him in the kidneys. While Steve is still coughing, Eddie turns to Chrissy.

"Show the young man to the backstage area, Chris?"

Dustin looks like he's about to die of happiness, so Steve resigns himself to his fate.

"Will you play the one about the psychopaths?" he asks as they trail after him. "It's his favorite."

"Psycho-" Eddie’s brow wrinkles.

"Sycophants, Steve!" Dustin hollers from ahead. "Jesus!"

"Anyways," Steve says over Eddie’s rumbling laughter. "You really didn't have to-"

"I know I didn't." Eddie accepts his guitar - the real one - from a stage hand and slings it over his shoulder. "But I saw what you're best at, so I figured I'd return the favor."

"Careful there," Steve huffs. "All you've done is ogle my cake. You may wanna try it first."

"Oh, I'm planning to …" Eddie's smile is sharp as he leans in, close to his ear. "Preferably with less people around, though."

And then he's gone, stepping out on the stage, making his guitar wail.

Steve can't quite tell if the roar in his ears is the crowd or the sound of his own blood.

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #steddie holiday drabbles #hype's holiday drabbles

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revasserium · 2 months

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Mmmm perhaps 13? A kinda sensitive reader x Opla zoro? Or a tender moment between the two? 👀

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble

13. handle with care

zoro; 1,014 words; fluff, strawhat!reader, gn!reader, no "y/n", mentions of blood, established relationship, zoro being zoro, mentions of poison

summary: in which you attempt to treat zoro post battle

a/n: i do love the "sucking out poison with your mouth" trope, i gotta admit

It is almost always in the aftermath of battle, when the dust has settled and the blood’s been shed, that Zoro seems most himself. There’s something in the dull, pulsing ache of fresh wounds, the harsh sting and strain of his muscles, the adrenaline still singing through his veins —

“This is gonna hurt…” you glance up as you press an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to a large slash across his chest and Zoro hisses.

But his eyes are closed and there’s a small, satisfied smile inked across his lips.

“Doesn’t even sting.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes as Zoro’s stomach tenses beneath your touch; you carefully press the cotton ball to his wound again, watching the edges grow heavy and dark with blood.

“You really oughtta be more careful…” you say, voice low as you reach for a fresh cotton ball and dip it in the alcohol once more. Zoro grunts, his eyes half-lidded as they track your movements. You glance up to meet them, only to blush and look away as he gaze catches on yours.

“I’m good at staying alive,” he says, by way of an answer, and you resist the urge to sigh and roll your eyes for the nth time that day.

“If this cut had been a few centimeters to the right —“

“But it wasn’t.”

The softness of his words makes you look up, your fingers pausing as you reach for the gauze siting next to his bent elbow, propped carelessly against the kitchen counter.

“And I’ve got you,” he says, lips twitching as he reaches over slow, pressing the gauze into your palm with smooth, deliberate movements.

You curl your fingers around the gauze and swallow, feeling heat tiptoe up the back of your neck and sink into your cheeks. You busy yourself with smearing a thick balm over the worst parts of the wound and pressing the gauze over it. Zoro lets out a soft hiss, his head tipping back, his fingers curling into fists at his sides.

“Oh — sorry —”

“It’s nothing,” but his voice is rough and scored around the edges.

You frown at the darkness already seeping through the fresh bandages and cock your head.

“No… something’s wrong,” you tug at the bandages, your heart thudding in your throat.

“It’ll fix itself in a few —”

“Stop it,” you snap, your eyes sharp as you glare up at him, pressing a hand to his chest; he freezes at your touch. You stare at each other for a few seconds before he lets out a long breath and relaxes, a grimace edging to the surface.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? More than it should,” you say, more a statement than a question, carefully wiping away the balm and squinting at the edges of the wound, the skin turning an unnatural blueish gray.

“Barely.”

“Zoro, I swear —”

“Fine.” He bites out the word like poison —

Your eyes go wide — poison.

“The guy who clawed you — what did you say he turned into?”

Zoro scoffs, “I dunno — some weird thing that looked like a duck but had fur —”

“Shit —” you toss the sullied gauze aside and wipe haphazardly at the wound before bending down to press your lips to the gash, sucking hard. Zoro makes a noise somewhere between pain and surprise as you spit out a mouthful of dark, already congealing blood into the sink next to him.

“W-what the —”

You look up to find him wide-eyed — bewildered and blushing, his breaths coming in short pants.

“Platypus venom — there’s no cure —” you hastily wipe your mouth before bending down again. Zoro lets out a soft moan that borders on indecent, but there’s no time for you to linger on the sound as you straighten back up to spit out another mouthful of bitter-tasting blood.

“The only way out is — well —” you lean back down to wrap your lips around the wound and suck, pulling back to spit out more blood, “Out.”

“Holy shit —” he groans again as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and frown down at the wound, your mind racing with mental calculations of how long it might take for the venom to spread through a person’s system, and how long it’s been since Zoro had come stumbling back with the rest of your crew, grinning and blood-splattered.

“How long’s it been hurting this bad?” you ask, your eyes flickering between his face and his stomach. He lets out a short puff of breath that might’ve been a chuckle.

“Not that long.”

“Zoro please — I need you to tell me the truth — don’t play macho when your life might be —”

“I’d never lie to you.”

His words are clipped, and your heart skids in your chest at the earnestness in his voice.

“Okay… I believe you. I think —” you reach for a glass of water to rinse out your mouth before turning on the faucet to wash your lips and chin, “I think we got most of it out in time. But let me know if it gets any worse, okay?”

Zoro nods, his eyes falling shut again as he relaxes against the counter. You sigh, reaching up to cup his cheek, running a thumb across a tiny cut on his left cheek.

“You really oughtta be more careful…”

Zoro laughs, the sound breathy and a bit broken but warm all the same.

And when he opens his eyes to look at you, you find nothing but affection reflected there, even though his lips are a bit paler than you’re used to, his gaze ever so slightly unfocused.

“Didn’t I just tell you —”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, you’re good at staying alive.”

“No,” he reaches up to press his hand over yours, leaning his cheek into the palm of your hand, closing his eyes as he turns his head to kiss the pad of your thumb —

“I’ve got you.”

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reminiscingtonight · 6 months

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cowgirl's got my heart?

Cowgirl's Got My Heart Blurb

A/N: featuring a chaotic Leah Williamson

“Babe, do you know where my charger is?”

Straining your ears, all you can make out is the quiet buzz of the television going off in the living room downstairs.

Sighing, you make the long trudge down to the first floor. The closer you get, the more you can make out what is playing on the TV.

“Stupid Arsenal girls obsessed with the Arsenal boys,” you mutter under your breath when you realize it’s an Arsenal Premier League game.

You love your girlfriend, you do, but her English bestie has somehow turned your cuddle buddy into an avid Premier League watcher. You’re all for 'supporting the boys,' but less so when it comes at the cost of losing your quality time with Lia.

Honestly, how much football could a footballer watch? The answer is not enough apparently.

With the living room in sight, you sigh out your question again. “Baby, do you know where--”

Feet screeching to a halt, you have to fight the urge to groan.

“You’re not my Lia.”

The blonde head of hair sitting on your couch turns at the sound of your voice. Leah gives you little wave, toothy grin on show as she snuggles deeper into your cushions.

“Williamson, where’s my girlfriend?”

“Dunno,” she shrugs, eyes quickly darting back towards the television when the crowd momentarily breaks out into a cheer, which quickly dissolves into annoyed groans as the ball goes out of play.

“Who even let you in here?” you moan, thumping your head against the wall in frustration.

“Got my own set of keys.”

Your head flies up at that, eyes instantly zeroing in on the Arsenal defender. There, in her hand is a small keyring filled to the brim with what you can only assume are the keys to mutliple of her teammates’ houses.

Your eyebrow twitches. “You... what?!”

Before you have a chance to cuss her out or try wrestling the keys out of Leah’s grasp, there’s a soft hand wrapping itself around your forearm.

Turning around you come face-to-face with a very amused Lia.

You all but wrap yourself around your girlfriend, journey for a working phone charger long forgotten. “Baby, make her go away,” you groan, pressing your face deeper against Lia’s neck.

Your girlfriend chuckles, hand coming up to rub soothingly against your back. “Sorry, no can do. We’re watching our counterparts play.”

“You’re watching them lose,” you correct, flinching when a seat cushion goes flying and hits you directly in the head.

You turn around to glare at Leah, who has an equally as annoyed look on her face. “They aren’t losing.”

“It’s 0 - 1, they’re losing.”

Leah huffs in frustration and this time you can’t stop the smug smirk from rising to your lips. Leah lives to annoy the living daylights out of you but you do the exact same to her.

Though your smirk is quick to fade at the harsh pinch you receive.

Yelping, you turn to see Lia giving you a pointed look.

“What? They’re losing!”

“It’s not over until it’s over,” Lia quips, pulling you to the couch with her.

You let out a disgruntled noise when you end up sandwiched between the two Arsenal players.

Leah instantly throws her feet into your lap, ignoring your look of disgust. “Foot rub please.”

“Did you grow up with cave people? I know Amanda raised you better than to throw your feet into laps uninvited.”

“I said please! And I’m stressed. Watching the boys can be stressful sometimes.”

“Turn it off then!”

The frantic “No!”s from both sides of you almost has you jumping... Until you realize their four eyes are glued firmly to the television again.

“Sorry.” At least Lia has the decency to look apologetic when she sees your unamused face.

Leah on the other hand seems to relax further against the coach, toes digging deeper against your thighs as she crosses her arms behind her head. “Gotta get with the program, (Y/N). Football’s not a hobby or a job. It’s a way of life.”

She says it with a little smirk, self-satisfied expression on her face as she turns her full attention back to the game on your television.

Your eyebrow twitches again.

Leah lets out a yelp when you actually tackle her this time, hands digging around her pocket for the keys.

“You can have your football life somewhere else that isn’t my couch!”

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#lia walti x reader #lia walti imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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afewproblems · 1 year

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Give me Steve, Eddie, and Robin at a bar on a Friday night.

They've had a few drinks, and a shot or two when a song comes on, and Steve immediately jumps to his feet with an, "Oh shit!!"

It's Madonna's Get Into the Groove and for a moment Robin and Eddie think Steve is in pain, that he hates the song as is going to ask the DJ to change it.

Except Steve waltzes onto the dance floor, right into the center.

There aren't too many others dancing, it's early still, barely nine in the evening but the spot lights are on and the DJ flicks on the multicolor strobe as Steve parks himself on the dance floor.

Robin laughs and wishes she had brought the disposable camera instead of leaving it in her junk drawer at home.

Eddie meanwhile rolls his eyes, and pretends not to notice the tightness of Steve's jeans or how the light catches the flecks of gold in his hair and eyes.

He's been attempting to hide his pathetic little crush for awhile now, complaining to Robin every chance he gets when Steve does something particularly charming or handsome.

She tells him, as sagely as she can muster, to grow a pair and do something about it already.

But how can he, Steve was, well, Steve...lovely caring, hot as hell, Steve.

What chance did Eddie have?

So he sits there, miserable, nursing his beer, letting his eyes trail after Steve while Robin giggles beside him.

They've never seen him dance, it's bar, they're drunk, the worst that could happen is he makes an ass out of himself and they all go home with a great new story to tell the party later.

God Robin really wishes she brought her camera with her.

But then Steve is moving and he's fluid, never missing a beat. It's some kind of choreography, intentional and practiced movements that wouldn't be out of place in a music video. Eddie and Robin look at each other because, what the fuck, where did this come from??

And people are cheering and whooping, strangers scattered here and there sitting off of the dance floor. There's a sense of comradery, like they're all witness to something and being allowed to share and indulge in this little impromptu performance, but all too soon the song is over and Steve heads back to his seat with a small round of applause and a blinding smile pulling at his flushed cheeks.

"Steve, what the fuck was that??" Robin blurts out before Steve can even sit. Eddie nods, a little dazed, beside her and tears at the paper label on his beer bottle, maybe if he can keep his hands occupied he can keep them to himself.

"What was what?" Steve breathes out as he hops onto the stool beside them, Robin in the middle.

Robin's mouth falls open as her face scrunches into something exasperated but fond, "What was--that! The dancing!"

"Oh, that," Steve huffs with a lazy smile, he leans his elbow on the sticky wood bar and waves at the bartender to signal for another gin and tonic, "I used to help Carol with her choreography for cheer".

Eddie pinches his thigh below the bartop and chews the inside of his cheek as the image of Steve in the Hawkins High cheer uniform begins to solidify in his minds eye, fuck.

Robin elbows Eddie without looking, somehow reading his mind, and throws her hands out, beckoning Steve to continue because that isn't nearly enough information.

"Yeah, she'd come up with routines and you know, they are meant to be done with more than one person, and I mean she and I were friends before Tommy so," he shrugs and smiles at the bartender as they pass him the drink, "I dunno, it was fun, and I remember that one the most".

"Plus," he says with a smirk, "Carol always said the best thing about dance is that you can tell who appreciates the performance and who appreciates the person doing it," he winks as Robin scoffs and calls him gross, but Steve isn't looking at Robin.

Eddie swallows as molten heat creeps up his neck and over his ears, the urge to hide his face, run for the door, melt into the floor, is immense.

But Steve doesn't move his gaze, he smiles softly at Eddie and winks again over Robin's head which she promptly drops into her hands.

"I'm surrounded by horny idiots," she grumbles but the words are muffled in the din of the bar and her own hands as Steve tips his head back to the dance floor and holds out his hand for Eddie to take.

#im pretending this song came out in 1981 or 82 when they were still friends #dont come for me #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #robin is fed up with all this pining #i 100% want steve and carol to be the childhood besties #tommy came after and he and steve were good friends but maybe tommy is the reason why they stopped being so close #i just like the idea of steve and carol doing fun silly things like this #steve and eddie absolutely go home together after this #they have a short talk and then a long night #and then a longer talk in the morning

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I’m having raider joel withdrawals so I re read the series and I want to just say what a genius you are it’s sooooo goood omg. I just wanna follow him around like a house kitten while he takes care of the crazy world outside 🖤🖤

Thank you, seriously 🖤 Much more to come. I've got raider cooking on multiple burners rn. Ty for stirring them.

If you want him | raider master list

1.5k words, raider!Joel x f!reader

A/N: This is something different. Hypothetical, couldn't get it out of my head. SUMMARY: Joel turns into a prude for a couple of days to find out how bad you want it. Then he gives you what you want. WARNINGS: I8+ jacking off, self-deprivation, riding, rough piv.

When you told Joel you loved him, it got him thinking about how you are with sex. He knew you came, but it never occurred to him that you might actively crave him. That's what he keeps thinking about now, not the emotion of what you said. The idea of you really wanting him to take you is something he can't get off his mind, and it turns him on. But since he’s always driving things, how would he ever really know you wanted it? He’s not going to ask, "Do you really want it?” No way in hell anything like that is coming out of his mouth. Instead, he can only try holding back to see if you make a move.

He doesn’t fuck you for a whole day. You’re puzzled and dejected. You wake up at night to the sound of him groaning “oh, baby” over the rhythmic squish of skin in the bathroom. His breathing is labored and his grunts send a pang of desire between your legs. He moans, “ohh, oh—-ahh,” and you slide your hand into your panties. He groans, “Oh God” followed by a drawn-out sigh of relief, and the rhythmic noise stops. “God damnit,” he mutters to himself. “What am I doin’.”

When the bathroom door opens, you pretend to be asleep, resigning yourself to blue balls.

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The next day, he doesn’t try to fuck you either. You’re sitting at the kitchen table and finally ask him, “Did I do something wrong?” No, he’s not gonna talk about your feelings OR his.

“Like what,” he asks.

“I dunno. Do you still want me?”

“I have ya, sweet pea. Somethin’ botherin’ ya?”

Your eyes well up and you're unsure what to say since Joel clearly isn’t going to open up about whatever’s going on. A tear runs down your cheek and he gets hard. When he adjusts himself, your eyes linger on the bulge in his jeans. You look at it and wet your lips, but it’s not enough for him to know for sure.

Joel resolves not to touch himself again, no matter how much it hurts with his cock straining against his pants. He sits back in the chair and manspreads, holding his hands behind his back in a stretch, making his arousal known and his lap very available. His jeans are thin, tight, and stretchy. The outline of his cock is visible on his thigh. You’re looking at his erection and salivating, and it’s taking all he has not to just rail you, but he doesn’t.

He takes a deep breath. He’s getting even harder watching you watch him, his massive hard-on pressing against his jeans. He’s resisting the urge to even graze it with his wrist. Any relief will have to be initiated by you. It’s a personal challenge now. He can control himself, he knows it. He’s just never had a reason to.

—---

You stand up from your chair. He brings his knees closer together as you approach him. You look to his eyes for permission and he opens his arms. You climb into his lap and hug him, as you’re prone to do–normally when you’re scared, he thinks. He gently lays a hand on your back to comfort you, but you’re not scared.

Your crotch is mid-thigh on him, close to his cock but not quite there. You put your hands around his neck and scoot up. He closes his eyes as your panties meet his stiff manhood through his thin, soft jeans. You look down between you, and he looks with you, both of you looking at the growing shape in his pants. You reach for it and trace the outline of his stiff length. He clenches his jaw and breathes deeper through his nose. His cock twitches and grows even harder against your hand. He taps his foot, lifting his thigh against your hand a few times.

"Can I?" You ask hopefully through blurry eyes.

He nods, but he's not gonna do it for you. "All yours, sweet pea."

You're worried about snagging the zipper since his jeans are so tight and he's not wearing underwear. You bear your wrist down on his cock while you unbutton then slowly unzip his jeans.

You fold that side down and reach into his jeans. He sighs at the first contact of your soft hand as it grazes his tip and wraps around his shaft.

You take it out and you're salivating. You climb down off his lap and onto your knees. You hold his cock steady as you tongue the slit and take the tip into your mouth.

"Oh, baby," he whispers as you suck on it.

Your mouth holds his cock for you and you reach down to take your panties off, stepping your knees out of them.

You look up at him pleadingly, and he's biting his lip with his brow furrowed as he watches you.

"What do you want," he asks softly. You take it out of your mouth and hold it with your hand.

"This," you say.

"What?"

You shyly look away then return to meet his gaze and say, "your cock?" Like it's a trick question.

"Oh, sweet pea," he groans. "I told ya it's all yours."

"Can I have some now"

He nods way up and down like he's never been more sure of anything. "Take it."

You climb back in his lap. "It's so big," you say. "I dunno how."

"Sure ya do. You wet?"

You lift your dress, tilt your hips forward, and swipe your fingers through your folds then show him the shine. He quietly sighs “Mmmm” and closes his eyes for a few seconds. Then you hover near his cock and bring the weeping tip to tease your clit, then your entrance.

"Can I put it inside?"

"God damn," he exhales. "Just put it where ya want it," bordering on exasperated.

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Mercifully, he at least holds it at the base for you. You hold onto his bare shoulders and hover over his cock, then begin to sink down onto the tip. You groan at the stretch, and he winces as he tries to resist pulling you down. He gently rests his hands on your thighs and can't help but give them a little squeeze.

You gradually let all your weight onto him, sheathing his thick cock with your cunt. It fills you up and you shudder as he bottoms out. Your nipples harden under your dress. He can't resist a subtle rock of his hips, but just one.

You put your wrists around his neck and begin to move up and down his length.

"How's it feel," he asks.

"So good," you pant. "really missed it," you say on the verge of tears as you let yourself slide down on his length again.

Joel nods and whispers, "me too."

"You do it so much better," you whine.

Joel sighs but lets you keep going. This is something new for him and he’s captivated. You bring yourself up and down on him a few more times. His big hands go to your ass, but he's still letting you stay in control for now. You take him in a few more times then hesitate at the top.

-----

He moans painfully while you're at the top, then under his breath says, "Fuck" and abruptly pulls you down. He holds onto you, stands up without pulling out, and haphazardly dumps you on the table face-up. Right away he pulls back, then slams back into you with a sigh. Your legs wrap loosely around him. He puts his palms on your breasts, wrapping his fingers slightly around your sides for leverage, and he pounds you.

The table is moving with his effort. He holds you down with one arm so you don't drift away while he rails you harder than ever. Your skin sticks to the table. He gropes your breasts desperately as he fucks you with no mercy. The contact of his tip with your cervix is painful until your body adjusts.

“Joel,” you sigh, then wrap your legs around him tighter. His cruel length pummels your poor little cunt, making up for lost time.

He grunts as he gives it to you rough.

He leans over you and fists your hair. "God damn, you take it good," he mutters to himself as his swollen cock rails into you. He fucks you with the pent up need of two days which might as well be an eternity with you around. To you it feels like he's filling your whole body up, like your guts are moving out of the way for him. You whimper on the verge of coming.

"Ohhh, take it," he pants. "Yeahh, fuck."

You tighten your legs around him and let yourself unravel. The pleasure grabs you violently and you sigh as your cunt flutters around his cock.

Joel says, "damnit, baby." Then he plunges to the hilt and stays there as his cock begins to pulse. His neck veins bulge and throb as he fills you up with his cum. He groans and slowly thrusts into you twice more, still coming. He puts his forehead on the table near yours, catching his breath.

Then he pulls up his head and looks at you. He lays a palm over your breast and asks, “You okay?”

You nod, “yeah. Much better.”

He laughs and musses your hair. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

“I know, sweet pea. But it's yours any time. ”

You want to tell him “same,” but he already knows.

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thank you so much for the raider love and thank you all for reading and engaging. it helps with the creative juices.

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idea for something, i'll let you do whatever you want with it.. ;)

since miguel is always so damn stressed, his partner would set up one day a week where they just relax and spend time together. sometimes, there's wine or whiskey involved.

miguel has a high tolerance for alcohol, but even he can get a little tipsy when enjoying a whole bottle of quality whiskey for himself.

intoxicated miguel is incredibly needy, it's adorable. he's going to be clinging to his partner, making sure his arms are wrapped around their waist and his lips never leaving their face or neck.

he's going to be so pliant, letting his partner straddle him on the couch, his hands lazily roaming around their body. the drinks and snacks on the table will soon be forgotten once miguel and his growing problem are taken care of. ❤️

cw: intoxication, dry humping, needy miguelhwhwb

an: RAHHHH i luv domestic miguel <3 if you guys want a pt 2 lmkkk

wc: 600+

You’ve always known how stressed your husband can get with his high-pressure job as spiderman 2099; always busy fighting crime and overseeing the multiverse. It can be a lot, but lucky got him you’ve decided to set up a special day each week where the two of you can unwind, relax, and enjoy each other. Today was another one of those days, and you planned a cozy evening on the couch with snacks and his favorite bottle of quality whiskey on the coffee table.

As the evening begins and Miguel returns home from work, you observe his anxiety gradually dissipating, giving way to a growing sense of excitement for the activities planned for tonight. You pour two generous glasses of whiskey before taking a seat next to him on the couch. He leans forward to pick up his glass, his eyes filled with appreciation.

“mmm, feels good to finally rest,” he sighs, taking a sip of the whiskey. He savors the warm, smooth flavor as it rolls over his tongue and it urges him to take another sip. He looks into your eyes with a soft expression. “Thanks again, tesoro.” he murmurs. You smile and lean your head against his strong shoulder. “of course, mig. i know how stressful work is for you.” you say softly, basking in his strong, comforting presence.

The whiskey flows freely as you both engage in light-hearted conversations, laughter filling the air. Miguel's high tolerance for alcohol is obvious when the two of you attend parties together, since he’s always the one taking care of you at home when you get drunk. But this time, perhaps due to the quality of the whiskey and his relaxed mind, he starts to feel a strong buzz.

You quickly catch on to how his usually composed demeanor begins to fade as the night continues on, and you get a glimpse into his vulnerable side, something you savor since you dont see it often. You were just talking about a funny anecdote that took place a few days ago and Miguel nods, seemingly listening when really he had… other things in mind. suddenly, you felt a rough hand smoothly slide around your hip, pulling you closer to him. you squeak at the soft jerk, pausing to looking up at his flushed face.

“C’mere babe,” he murmurs, patting his lap invitingly. Your eyes immediately light up, and without hesitation, you abandon the story you were telling, your head feeling slightly fuzzy from the alcohol. You carefully position yourself, spreading your legs to straddle his thick thighs, all while keeping your hand planted on his shoulder for support. His face is now just inches away from yours, and his warm breath gently caresses your neck, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

“Mm, you feel so good,” he murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You giggle, the soft kisses he plants on the pillar of your neck tickling your skin. “Mig, stop!” you complain playfully, but your laughter slowly melts into soft moans as he wraps his lips around the delicate skin and starts sucking hickies. “you’re such a good wife, dunno what I’d do without you.” he slurs, his hands wrapped tightly around your waist and you feel your body begin to feel unbearably hot.

You plant your hands on his shoulders as you feel his hands begin to snake up your sides, thumbs brushing over the thin fabric covering your breasts. You gasp at his touch, his fingers grazing your nipples and sending electric shocks through your body. You let out a soft moan and lean in, your lips connecting with his. Indulging in a passionate, hungry kiss, the intoxicating taste of whiskey from his mouth dances upon your tongue.

You slowly begin to rut against him, your clothed pussy rubbing against his crotch. his grip on you tightens and he groans, being noticeably more vocal than usual. You whimper as you feel him twitch and harden underneath you, his hips grinding up roughly to meet your growing desperation.

“need you,” Miguel murmurs huskily, his lips coming back to reconnect to your neck, kissing and gently sucking on the now sensitive skin, drawing a low whimper from you. Tilting your head to the side, you grant him more access, running your hands through his soft brown hair.

“let me take care of you, ‘kay babe?” you say shakily, and as the night progresses, the whiskey and snacks swiftly fade from memory. <3

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #smut #miguel smut #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel x you #miguel o hara x reader #miguel x y/n #2099<3

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