#this date was a perfect mix of adorable and hot

[merakiui]

Mera I saw you mention stepson Vil and I KNOW you were thinking more about that..... aside from the mr hot dad centric thoughts...

Anon, you know me too well...... 🫣 I was indeed thinking more about him, but I didn't want to take the spotlight away from our beloved dilf hehe. <3

Stepson Vil.......... imagine him with the sweetest, cutest milf. Soft with age, gentle and kind, always cheering for your husband and stepson in their every endeavor, the type to give cheek smooches while wearing lipstick, and Eric laughs and keeps it on for as long as he can. It's so obvious you and Eric are in love, and Vil's very happy for the both of you. He thinks you're a wonderful stepmother. But,,, he wants to be able to keep your lipstick imprint on his cheek and boast it proudly and happily like his father does. >_< but if he did that it wouldn't look the same. It would look strange and a little too attached. Plus, since Vil is young and popular with a certain type of audience, they would go wild if they saw such a scandalizing thing!! Not that he really cares.

Stepson Vil who actually feels jealous of his father when the two of you have your date nights. Vil wants to take you somewhere nice, too. Or somewhere slow and private if you're tired of the spotlight. Anywhere is perfect so long as it's with you.

Stepson Vil who mixes up the most potent aphrodisiac and plans to slip it into your morning tea. You'll be so hot, so needy, so delirious as you cling to him and mumble about how you don't feel good. Calling him "honey" in that soothing voice of yours because you have a tendency to call him and his father by adorable terms of endearment. Naturally, Vil must live up to his pet name and be sweeter than honey when he helps you to the bedroom, assuring you that you'll be okay. Just trust him. He knows how to handle this. He's studied it in school, after all.

Or stepson Vil who takes time off to spend it with you when his father is traveling for the film he's going to be starring in........ I think he's so gross behind closed doors. Lusting over you in secret, feeling as if he has to prove himself to be better than his father, stealing your undergarments, masturbating to photos of you (all of these photos aren't even lewd; he's just down bad).

ALSO ALSO!!!!! Stepson Vil body swap........... Vil who wakes up in his father's body...... Eric who takes the opportunity to explore life through Vil's eyes and know what it's like to be young again while Vil is taking advantage of the fact that he's technically his father to get closer to you!!!!

#twisted chit chat #tw: stepcest

[bokutosbiceps]

‘tis the season | kuroko no basuke

gom minus kuroko plus kagami x gn!reader | fluff | ~1.4k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit, uh—rudolph spoilers? i guess? also some cursing

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the kuroko no basuke boys !! as usual, i chose to write for GOM (minus kuroko) + kagami. ALSO i realized i never ever specified that, in every single one of my pieces for knb, all of the GOM + kagami are aged up to college. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

akashi seijuurou’s favorite christmas tradition is attending a christmas concert. he always remembers how his mother would help him get all dressed up, how his father would actually turn off his phone for the evening, they’d go to a lovely dinner, and then they’d . but now his mother’s gone and his father is consumed by his work—so he goes with you! it’s different of course, but he loves being able to see you dressed up just for him and take you out to a nice dinner, just the two of you. no teammates allowed. 

seijuurou is the perfect gentleman all night, keeping a strong arm around your waist and pressing his side into yours for warmth while you make the short walk from the restaurant to the concert hall. and once the concert hall lights are dimmed, he’s intertwining his fingers with yours and caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, whispering a sweet merry christmas, my love to you before pressing a kiss to your temple.

aomine daiki can be found napping by the fireplace like a big cat as soon as it gets just a little bit cold outside. is he planning on doing anything else once he’s stretched out by the fire? nope. is he moaning and groaning for you to come lay down next to him while you’re decorating your place for the holidays? yep. 

“oi, you’re making too much noise…can’t fall asleep.” daiki complains, earning a narrow eyed glare from you. 

“dai, if you would just help—���  you yelp as you feel your arm getting tugged down, ending up on your butt. daiki hasn't even opened his eyes, but he's pulling you down till your face is pressed into his chest.

“chill. i'll help you after we get some shut eye, aight?” daiki drones, placing his hand on your ass to keep you in place and resting his chin on top of your head. you just sigh and relax, leaning against daiki and reluctantly reveling in the warmth of him and the fire.

kagami taiga and ice skating do not mix. taiga had thought it’d be fun and romantic to take you on an ice skating date for christmas eve. you’d be clinging to the side of the rink and he’d be your tall and steady hero, ready to glide around the ice with you clinging to him as your savior. he did not expect for it to be the other way around.

“s-s-slow down, y/n!” kagami stutters as you slowly glide to the edge of the rink so he can have something more tangible to hold on to. your shoulders were sore from the way your hulking boyfriend had been gripping them as you lead him around the ice.  

“i’d have thought someone who’s such a capable athlete wouldn’t be so terrible at ice skating.” you purse your lips, unable to keep the teasing smile from spreading across your lips. “do basketball players not have to have balance?”

“shut up!” taiga huffs as he slaps his palms down onto the railing of the rink. he turns to you with a pout on his lips. “i’ll get the hang of it soon…you’ll see!” his blush is spreading to the tips of his ears and you know he undoubtedly feels embarrassed. you skate over to him and press your body against his, backing him up against the edge of the rink and leaning up to place a quick kiss to his nose.

“i believe in you, taiga.”

kise ryouta loves watching christmas movies! a cozy, plush throw wrapped around his shoulders, fuzzy socks on his feet, a nice cup of hot cocoa in his hands, and you cuddled into his side. his favorite movie is the very old, claymation rudolph the red nose reindeer because he just adores the blonde elf who aspires to be a dentist. i feel so connected to him somehow! kise always says, excitedly pointing at the screen when the elf first shows up in the movie. 

he’ll sing along to every single song, grabbing you by the shoulders and swaying the two of you along to the beat or picking up your hands and making them move along to the melody. and, of course, without fail, he will bawl his eyes out when rudolph is chosen to lead santa’s sleigh on christmas eve. 

“ryou, you’ve watched this movie every year for as long as you’ve known yourself…why do you cry every time?” you tease, reaching up to gently pinch his cheeks, already red from crying.

ryouta wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you against his chest like you’re a big plushie, and buries his face in your hair.

“i can’t help it! he’s head reindeer…just like his dad!” ryouta sniffles, holding you close. you just giggle and hug him back, trying to comfort your big baby because of an eighty year old movie.

midorima shintarou hates going to the christmas market. not because you’re there—you’re actually the only reason his team gets to enjoy his presence at the market. he hates it because his entire team shows up and is dragging him around the market, asking him which little knick knacks he enjoys. his team knows that shintarou is a difficult man to shop for, so they like to take him to the christmas market and get his direct opinion on things.

shintarou the introvert finds this little tradition exhausting; being pulled every which way, giving his opinion on every single little thing that his friends might think he likes, having to explain that he is not a collector, nanodayo and that he just needs them for his lucky items.

shintarou’s favorite part of the evening is when his friends say goodnight and leave you and him to wander the christmas market on your own. you always have to calm him down after his friends leave, because they really do bring up straight to his boiling pot and leave you to bring the heat down to a simmer.

he decides this is nice, though, since no one’s asking him if he likes this or that or if he’d smile if he happened to get this for christmas. he’s not too keen on PDA, but he will take your hand in his and hold it gently while you walk through the various stalls (again). it’s just you and him, your intertwined hands, and the little trails of frozen carbon dioxide you leave in puffs behind you. 

murasakibara atsushi is competitive when it comes to decorating christmas cookies. he will constantly be looking over your shoulder at your work and making little quips and comments about what you should have done.

“i didn’t know you were such a professional, sushi.” you say, eyes focused and brows furrowed as you move the piping bag in various circles and half moons along the golden, baked dough of the cookies.

“of course, i am. this is literally my job.” atsushi drones, expertly icing the cookies and using a fine tip piping bag to draw intricate decorations on top. you glance over at his cookies and notice how perfect they are. damn, you really didn’t realize he was a literal professional. 

unfortunately for you, you stay admiring atsushi’s cookies for too long and leave yours unprotected from selfish, needy hands. atsushi swiftly moves behind you, moving you to the side with his hands on your hips, then swipes a half iced cookie from your baking sheet.

“murasakibara atsushi! i wasn’t done with that one!” you gently beat your fist against atsushi’s solid chest, causing him to huff in protest.

“doesn’t matter, looks like shit anyways.” atsushi hums and finishes the cookie in one bite, licking his fingers happily. “tastes delicious, though.” atsushi smiles and turns back to your baking sheet, looming over the rest of your cookies. you move between him and the counter and spread your arms wide, hoping to guard your cookies from the ex basketball player turned pastry chef. 

“i can offer you something sweeter if you leave my cookies alone!” you plead. atsushi raises an eyebrow at you as if to say gimme it then and you smile innocently at him. you turn your head to the side and tap your cheek with your index finger.

atsushi understands your gesture and a deep chuckle rumbles up from his chest as he leans in to place a frosting speckled peck to your cheek.

“y/n-chin knows i can’t resist her. my favorite treat.”

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[eddiemunsonspantschain]

Ruined - E.M

Pairing: Roommate!Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Accidental kiss trope, all aboard the angst train, Eddie is a tiny bit mean, unresolved ending

Word Count: 5.1k

Part 2

High school had been hard but to think if you hadn’t had your best friend it probably would have been even worse. The second you met Eddie he had scooped you up and plopped you down at the Hellfire table with his other little sheepies. You hadn’t left since. Eddie had always been there to help you. In turn, you helped him graduate. It hadn’t been the easiest. You don’t know how many times you had grabbed his ear to get him to pay attention to you and the school work you were trying to help him get through. It took a little while but he started to get the hang of it. With every good grade he came bounding over to show it to you with the widest grin on his face. It was adorable, really. And after graduation, you and Eddie had plans. You’d spoken about these plans a lot during our time in highschool. 

The ultimate goal was to leave Hawkins. It’d taken a lot of convincing on your part to point out to Eddie that his plan of throwing everything into the van and leaving was a bad idea. You both had no money to do that or a place to even go. Eddie had whined that he didn’t care. That he was fine loading all of your crap into his van and just driving til you both felt like not driving anymore. After some convincing you managed to get him to agree to save up the money to leave. Once you had graduated high school though your parents wanted you out of the house. Your father claimed that when he was a boy his parents did it to him too, so now it was your turn. Immediately, Eddie and Wayne took you in. After diligent saving at your waitressing job, you and Eddie eventually were able to get an apartment together despite Wayne reassuring you that he didn’t mind having you both share Eddie’s room in the trailer. The prospect of an apartment was freeing though. 

Was it the most extravagant apartment? No. Not at all. You and Eddie made it home though. The apartment was a perfect mix between the two of you. Your routines had now been perfected at this point. You woke up first for the early morning shift at the diner and woke Eddie up before you left so he could get to the record shop to open on time. You came back home in the early afternoon, made lunch and brought Eddie his lunch before heading back to the apartment. Sometimes you’d pick up spare shifts at Enzo’s in an evening for a couple extra bucks if Corroded Coffin didn’t have a show. If not, you were at home making dinner by the time Eddie got home. The nights you did work at Enzo’s, Eddie would be waiting for you or pick you up himself before feeding you the dinner he had prepared that night. Things were easy living with Eddie for the most part. 

The only thing that had suffered was your dating life. No guy seemed to understand why you lived with another man. Even Eddie had spoken to them before about it. That nothing was going on between the two of you. Robin and Nancy had made it a point on your girls' nights when you were moping about the lack of love life and lack of bed partners that Eddie, whether you both knew it or not, was part of the problem. You didn’t understand. Sure, Eddie was touchy. He always was. The boy lacked a concept of a personal bubble sometimes especially with people he is close to. Eddie is your best friend. So what if you cuddled on the couch during movies? That one had earned a shared look between Nancy and Robin before they looked back at you. At every turn they had an excuse about how your behaviors with Eddie were not of the norm for opposite sex best friends. You called them crazy. Was your best friend handsome? Yes. Hot? Yes. What girl wouldn’t want him? Especially seeing as how he was in a band too. You assumed the only thing hindering Eddie was his reputation with the town. Which was an idiotic reason for his lack of dates as well. He had a few now and again but less than you had. Eddie was the deal breaker for your dates. What was his? The girls said it was you. 

You held out hope though. That hope only grew when a regular started coming to the diner even more regularly than before. His name was Michael and he had started to come more often to the diner after sitting in your section one day. Practically every other day he came into the diner, asked for your section, got his usual turkey club sandwich on rye bread with a coke, tipped well and left. The girls at work were sure he was going to ask you out one day. Then it happened. At the bottom of his check was his name scribbled down with a phone number. All you had to do now was just call him.

You shoved your brass key into the deadbolt of your apartment door, grabbing the knob with your other hand to pull the door towards you as you twisted the lock to unlock the door. With a shove of your shoulder, the door pushed open. You shuffled in and kicked off your shoes, wiggling your jacket off of your arms before hanging it on one of the hooks Eddie installed into the wall. The apartment smelled like garlic. “Eddie?” You called out.

“Kitchen!” He yelled back, “Dinner in two!”

You shake your head and quickly go to your room, untying the apron from around your waist. You changed out of your Enzo’s uniform and into some sweatpants and a tank top before moving to the bathroom to take your makeup off. The button down shirt and slacks for Enzo’s was stifling at times. With your face clean and your hair pulled up into a bun you joined Eddie in the living room. He had two plates set on the coffee table with spaghetti, two beers and a plate of garlic bread from the freezer but the good kind. “We carb loading?” You laughed, plopping down beside Eddie and falling into him.

Eddie shoved you back to the other side with his arm and laughed. “Well you ran outta wine and I didn’t have time to get you more so you get beer.” He answered, “How was the fancy pants restaurant today?”

You groaned and grabbed the beer, trying to twist off the cap. “Speaking of wine. This lady almost had a meltdown cause she didn’t like how the house pour is on our wines.” You pout as the cap doesn’t give, instead digging into your palm. You inspect the little dents in your palm as Eddie wordlessly takes the bottle from you and twists the cap off, handing it back.

“People with money are so annoying sometimes.” Eddie mumbled and you nodded quickly before taking a long pull from the amber bottle. 

“Yeah, but sometimes they tip good.”

“Especially if you unbutton more than two buttons on your little white button down shirt. Don’t think I didn’t notice when you do that you come home and have more to put in the jar.” Eddie chuckled. You shrug in response.

A large jar sat on a table in your living room. Inside of it were crumbled bills and coins decorating the bottom of the glass jar. On the front of it was a little piece of paper taped to it that said ‘Y/N & Eddie’s Rainy Day Fund’ but really it was to save money to leave Hawkins. When you both could you’d throw what you can into the jar for later use. You’ve had to crack it open a few times for emergencies like the time Eddie sprained a finger or the time you sliced your arm open cause you dropped a knife when doing dishes. 

“If it works, it works.” You answer as you twist some spaghetti onto your fork.

Eddie was surfing the channels for something to watch. “Hey, I’m not judging. Let those B/C/S cups work.”

Your brows furrow. “Eddie?” You laugh, “Do I wanna know how you know my cup size?”

“I’m an educated man…and you leave your bras on the floor, duh. I’ve handled your bras and panties before.” He answered, “My favorites are the maroon ones with the little black bow on the front.”

“Oh my god!” You screech and smack Eddie’s arm as he cackles. “I’m getting a fucking security camera for my room now. You perv!” You whine but the thought of Eddie rummaging through your drawers doesn’t bother you one bit. As long as it wasn’t your bedside drawer. “If any of my panties go missing I know who I’m looking for first.” 

“They wouldn’t go missing from your dresser drawer if I was gonna steal panties.” Eddie grinned before shoving food into his mouth.

You gasped, successfully inhaling a piece of noodle as you did so. You cough violently and grab your beer, taking a long sip as Eddie pats your back. Warmth flooded your lower region at the thought of Eddie stealing a pair of panties you wore simply because you’d worn them already. You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you realized Eddie had unintentionally turned you on. “Asshole.” You cough out gently and Eddie chuckles.

“I wasn’t the one who made you choke.” He winked and you swat at his arm again.

The rest of your meal was uneventful for the most part. When you both had finished eating you took the plates to the kitchen and rinsed them off to deal with in the morning. Right then the exhaustion was settling in and you had a shift tomorrow morning at the diner. You plopped back onto the couch with Eddie to finish the movie he had found. His arm immediately found its way around your shoulders to pull you close as you cuddled up on the couch. The movie was one you hadn’t seen before but you were barely registering it you were so tired. It had been a long day and you had another long one tomorrow unfortunately. You stuck out until the movie seemed to be ending, struggling to keep your focus. You moved off of Eddie and stood up, stretching your arms up. “I’m gonna head to bed. I’ve got the morning shift in a few hours.” You sigh and fix your bun on your head, turning towards Eddie. You leaned down, bracing your hands on the couch as you lean in and press your lips to Eddie’s. His lips are surprisingly soft and warm as you kiss him, pulling back from the kiss after a moment. It was seeing the look on his face that made you realize what’d you done. Eddie’s eyes were wide as he stared at you, lips parted in shock at what had just happened. You then realized too that he hadn’t kissed you back. Your eyes widened as tears immediately filled your eyes. And you ran. You ran to your room. It felt like the longest distance in the world when in reality it was just a few feet. Eddie made no move to stop you nor any sound as you dashed off to the safety of your room. As soon as you were inside you shut the door behind you and locked it, leaning against the thin wooden door with your hands pressed to your face. You had just kissed your best friend. And he didn’t kiss you back. 

You had half expected Eddie to come knock on your door. To either ask you what the hell that had been or try to talk it out but there was no indication of him outside your door. All you could hear was the muffled sound of the TV continuing the movie you had just been falling asleep to. You lowered your hands from your face and slowly moved away from the door. You practically crawled under your blanket in shame. You pulled the material over your head and groaned softly as tears streaked down your cheeks. You may have just ruined everything. You wiped your cheeks and sniffled, slinking out of bed to shut off your light before getting back into bed. That night, your dreams were filled with your best friend.

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There had been blissful seconds when you woke up. Those blissful seconds after shutting your alarm off where you didn’t remember the night before. When those memories did surface though you shoved your face back into your pillow and willed the sun to go back down again. You knew you had to get up though. You couldn’t be late to work after all. So you trudged out of bed and into the kitchen to start the coffee. You got ready as you normally would. You made a quick breakfast and some coffee, quickly having both before making your way to your room to do your makeup for the day. You slid on the bright yellow waitressing dress for the diner and slid on your tennis shoes before tying your apron into place. With everything ready you knew it was time to wake up Eddie before you left so he didn’t sleep in. Normally, every morning you did this since if you didn’t he’d never be up on time for work. You contemplated not waking him. Waking him meant having to possibly speak to him and you were nervous. After the night before and how he hadn’t come to check on you, you were nervous he was mad at you. Deciding it was better he not be late for work, you went for his door and twisted the knob. Or tried to. You were met with resistance. Eddie had locked his door. He never locked his door. You took your hand from the knob like it had suddenly burned you. Teeth dug into your lower lip as you turned away from the door and quickly grabbed your coat, ignoring the hurt in your chest that Eddie had physically shut you out from him. Instead, you tried to act like everything was normal when you walked into the diner. The crisp air outside had at least cleared your head during your walk to work. The girls greeted you as normal and you started your prep for the day.

For once, you were thankful for how busy the diner was that morning. It kept your thoughts completely occupied for the morning at least. Once the morning passed though, it was time to go home. You knew Eddie wouldn’t be home at this time but he normally got lunch from you after you got home. Instead you picked up food from work before heading over to the record shop. It wasn’t far from the diner, thankfully, so the walk was short. As you pushed the door open the bell above the door chimed. You smiled at the kid behind the counter. Her name was Jess and she had started working there over the summer. She was a Sophomore at Hawkins High at this point. “Hey, Jess.” You greeted her and stepped up to the counter, “How’s Ms. O’Donell treating you?” 

Jess gave a loud groan and threw her head back. “She’s killing me! Honestly. I hate that she’s in charge of the debate team.” She pouted for a second before grinning at the bag in your hands. “Brought Eddie his lunch?” She giggled and you rolled your eyes, fighting to keep the smile on your face.

“As always.” You answer and Jess hopped out of her chair.

“I’ll get him! He’s doing inventory in the back.” She started for the beaded curtain separating the back room from the rest of the store. She threw the beads out of the way and disappeared. When she returned though, she returned alone. You raised a brow at the lack of Eddie behind her. He normally would come out and greet you to thank you for lunch. Jess played with her fingers. Something she did when she was nervous. “Uh, so, uh… I can bring Eddie his lunch.” Jess smiled gently, “He uh is a bit busy. Said he didn’t wanna…come out…” 

What smile you had been holding on to so desperately slowly slipped off your face. He didn’t want to see you. You placed the white paper bag wordlessly on the counter. “Thanks, Jess.” You practically whispered and quickly went for the door.

“Y/N!” Jess called out but you already roughly shoved the door open and started down the street towards your apartment. 

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Eddie had successfully avoided you for most of the day. He was normally home before your shift at Enzo’s but he never came home. So you went to work your second job without even seeing him. Enzo’s was packed tonight due to it being the end of the week. Not long after your shift had started you began seeing people walk in with umbrellas and wet coats. A sudden downpour fell over Hawkins. That only told you one thing. Eddie might be picking you up from work that evening. He never quite liked the thought of you walking home so late at night but even less so when the weather was bad. Normally, you never had to call Eddie to come and pick you up. He was normally waiting for you a few minutes before you finished your closing prep. When you peeked outside you didn’t see Eddie’s van. Some of the staff had already left but your manager never left before everyone else.

“Where’s your guy? He’s usually here before you even finish filling up the sugar packets.” Your manager asked as you walked around the bar for the phone.

“He might have fallen asleep.” You answer, not feeling up to correcting your manager on this tonight. Normally, you’d correct him that Eddie wasn’t your man. You quickly dialed your apartment, waiting with the phone tucked against your shoulder for Eddie to pick up. Just before you were about to give up, the line picked up.

“Hello?”

“Eddie, where are you?” You asked him, trying to keep your tone steady. You were done. All day he had avoided you like you infected him with a zombie virus or something.

“At… home?”

You sigh and shut your eyes. “It’s pouring. I thought you’d at least pick me up from Enzo’s.” You murmur into the receiver.

“Fine. I’ll come right now.” Eddie grunted, probably shoving himself out of the couch and to his feet.

“Don’t bother!” You snap into the phone and slam it down onto the cradle.

When you turned around your manager was staring at you. He motioned to his cheeks. You reached up, finding tears had started running down your cheeks. You quickly wiped them away and he gave you a small smile. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.” He nodded to the door and grabbed his keys. You hung your head as you followed him out of the restaurant. Eddie in one day had successfully made you feel like you meant nothing to him. All because you had kissed him. You started to realize how much it hurt. How much you hurt today. How much you cared about how Eddie felt about you. Why was he so bothered by you kissing him? Were you that repulsive? “Hey, we’re here.” Your manager spoke from beside you.

You glanced to your left at him. You hadn’t even realized you had climbed into the car and he had gotten you home. “Thanks.” You murmured as you pushed open the passenger side door and climbed out of the car. You quickly ran for the door to avoid getting soaked as much as possible. Once inside the safety of your apartment building you took a deep breath and started up the stairs to your apartment. As usual, you pulled the door towards you as you shoved your key into the dead bolt, twisted the lock and pushed the door in. 

Eddie was sat at your kitchen table, eating what looked to be chinese food. The containers were spread out on the table. He looked up briefly from his food. “Hey, dinner is served.” He told you through a mouthful of noodles.

You slid your jacket off and hung it up, starting for your bedroom. “I’m not hungry.” You snapped as you walked into your room and shut the door behind you. You untied your apron and kicked off your sneakers, deciding you didn’t even want to sit across from Eddie and eat with him after how he made you feel today. Your bedroom door opened and Eddie stood there for a second, just looking at you. “What?” You asked him as you opened your drawers and pulled out some sweatpants.

“Come eat.”

“No.”

“Y/N, don’t be like that.” He sighed.

You froze. You pushed your hands against your dressed drawer and slammed it shut. “Me? I shouldn’t be like that?” You scoffed and shook your head at him. 

“What is your problem?!” Eddie snapped.

“MY problem?!” You screeched in disbelief.

“Yes! Your problem!” Eddie yelled back at you.

“YOU! You are my problem!” You yelled, “I kiss you once and you avoid me like I smashed your precious fucking guitar! God forbid I had kissed you more than once. You probably would’ve kicked me out by now. You’ve avoided me all day and didn’t even want to pick me up in the pouring rain.” You scoffed and angrily dig out a t-shirt from your drawers.

“Yeah well I wasn’t the one who ruined it.” Eddie snapped, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at you.

You stared back at him, feeling fresh tears well up behind your lashes. “Get out.” You whisper.

“No.” Eddie scoffed and stood his ground.

You stomped towards him. “You’re the one who’s acting like a baby because you got a kiss of all things and suddenly you don’t like me anymore.” You seethe and point behind him. “Get. Out.” You turn away from him and go to your bed, laying out your clothes. 

“You’re being a brat, Y/N.”

“Get out, Eddie.” You speak but your voice wobbles as your tears break past your lower lash line and slip over your cheeks. When you glance back he’s still standing there so you grab your pillow and throw it at him. “Get out! Get! Out!” You start to throw more things at him.

Eddie flinched, moving his arms to shield himself from the items thrown his way. Most of it is stuffed animals he had won for you from the local carnival that came around every summer. Finally, Eddie walked out of your room trying to avoid the onslaught of sentimental valued items so you surged forward to shove your door closed and lock it. With Eddie locked out of your room you go to your bed and shove your face into your pillow, crying into it. You and Eddie had fought but never like this. He’d never ignored you like this and you have never cried over him like this. The rest of the night you stayed inside of your room and didn’t come out until the next morning for your shift.

You were famished when you walked out of your bedroom. Your head pounded and your eyes hurt from your crying last night. As you brewed your coffee you popped some Tylenol before fixing a bowl of cereal for yourself. You hadn’t even bothered trying to wake up Eddie that day. After how he shut you out yesterday, you weren’t going to entertain the thought. Instead you went back into your room and packed a bag. You couldn’t stay there that night. Not after what happened. So you left for the diner with a duffle bag in hand. At the diner, the girls gave you a few looks as you stored your duffle bag behind the counter and tried to go on as you normally did. During your break you took a second to go to the pay phone.

You fished quarters from your apron and shoved them in, punching the number for Family Video just down the road. “Family Video, this is Steve. How can I help you?” Steve’s voice flowed through your ear.

“Hey, Steve. It’s Y/N. Can you put Robin on?” You asked him.

“Oh, hey Y/N. Yeah. One second.” Steve answered. “ROBIN! Phone!” He yelled and despite him moving the phone from his mouth it came out clear as day to your ears. You winced and waited for Robin, hearing her scold Steve for yelling across the store like that. “It’s Y/N.” He told her.

“Y/N? Aren’t you at work?” Robin asked as she picked up the phone.

“Yeah, I am. I just wanted to ask you a tiny favor?” 

“Of course. What’s up?”

“Can… Can I crash at your place?”

Silence followed for a beat. “What did Eddie do and how many limbs do you want me to take off?” Robin asked, her tone serious.

“Whoa! Eddie did something?!” You heard Steve ask. By now you were sure his ear was pressed up against the other side of the phone in order to hear you.

“I…well it’s more like I did something and now I’m being punished for it.” You groaned softly, leaning on the wall beside the pay phone.

“What happened?” Robin asked and you could hear her shoving Steve away from her from the small protest Steve gave.

“I…Okay, don’t laugh at me. I was super tired and I mighta kissed him before I went to bed but the thing is is he didn’t kiss me back then he locked his bedroom door, Robin.” You rushed out.

“What!? He locked you out of his room?” She gasped and you nodded despite the fact she couldn’t see you.

“And he didn’t come out when I brought him lunch and he didn’t pick me up from Enzo’s despite it pouring rain. We mighta got into a fight last night cause he was ignoring me! All day, he barely spoke to me when I got home and he…” Your lower lip wobbled a little, “He said I ruined it.” You barely whispered the words into the phone. “I don’t think he’ll want me around…any more. So…”

There was a clatter. “Robin! Robin!” Steve yelled after her. A second later the phone was picked back up again.

“You absolutely can come and stay with me!” Robin answered, “Now, I just remembered I had a Blondie cassette I was gonna go pick up and tear Munson a NEW ONE!” 

“Robin! Don’t! Okay, please. Just… we can talk when I get off my shift. Just please don’t go dismembering Eddie. It was my fault.” You sigh into the phone.

“Like hell it was!” Robin screeched.

“Look,” Steve’s voice filled your ear, “Munson is an idiot if one little kiss from his hot best friend is making him lose it and he’s gonna regret it. Trust me.” You felt your lower lip begin to wobble at Steve’s words. “He made me feel repulsive, Steve.” You whispered into the phone, insecurity taking hold at your throat. “Like the thought of kissing me was the worst thing he could imagine.” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as more tears slide down your cheeks. You’ve never cried so much in your life. Steve’s tone changed to one of gentleness and sincerity. “You aren’t repulsive, Y/N. Far from it. Eddie loves you. You’re his best friend. I think he’s just freaking out. Doesn’t even realize what he’s doing.” He reassured you, “Please don’t cry, sweet girl.”

You hiccup and rub at your cheeks knowing they will be bright red when you go back inside now. “Thank you, Steve.” You murmured softly.

“You’re welcome. Now, go back to work and Robin and I will pick you up when your shift ends, ok?” 

“Okay.”

With that you hung the phone back on the receiver. You were sure at this point Steve was having to keep Robin from walking a few doors down to go rip off one of Eddie’s limbs. As you walked back into the diner you went to the bathroom to check your face before getting back to your tables. You paused seeing a familiar face in your section and smiled softly. You had completely forgotten about Michael. You walked over to the drink station and poured a Coke before going over to Michael. You smiled and set the Coke in front of him. “Want your usual turkey club on rye?” You asked him softly.

Michael smiled at the Coke placed in front of him before directing it at you. He nodded his head. “Yeah, that would be great.” He answered. You nodded, intending to go back to the kitchen but a grip on your wrist stops you from going further. “Wait, can I uh ask you something?” Michael asked and you nodded, letting him continue. “You uh never called me… I just wanted to know if there was a reason?” He asked shyly.

You smiled softly and took the initiative, sitting down across from Michael. “If I’m being honest, I forgot.” You admitted and looked down at the worn table top. “I had a situation, fight, with my best friend and it kinda has spiraled. I’m not using it as an excuse, I swear. I wanted to call you.” You explained quickly and Michael reached for your hand. Your cheeks warm at the feeling of his warm, large hand holding yours.

“I understand.” Michael motioned to his cheeks and gave you a soft smile. “You look like you’ve been crying. A lot. N-Not that you aren’t beautiful still. Just, I can see something upset you. I was hoping it wasn’t me.”

“Definitely not you.” You smiled softly.

“So… would you like to have dinner tonight?”

Your smile grew at the question. Maybe Steve was right and you weren’t repulsive. “I’d love that. Just… Not Enzo’s. I work there sometimes.” 

Michael laughed and nodded his head. “That’s fair, ok. Not Enzo’s and not here.” He agreed.

You nodded your head and quickly slid out of the booth. “I’ll get that turkey club for you!” You quickly walked away from the table and went to go put his order in. As usual when Michael left, a decent tip was waiting for you but this time he had scribbled down a ‘see you tonight’ with a smiley face instead of his phone number.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[daydreamingyuta]

Summer nights with 127

Taeil, Johnny & Jungwoo:

He would take you out to get an ice cream to cool you both off from the summer heat. He would hold up the line slightly, trying to decide what flavor to get because everything looks so good. Once he finally settles on a flavor, you two would watch the sunset together as you eat. Of course, you both would trade off eating each others ice cream. "Your ice cream is definitely better, can we trade again?" He asks. "You literally already ate all of yours." You say, but he gives you his best puppy dog eyes so of course, you oblige.

Yuta & Mark:

He would take you to a spot he knows so that you can stargaze together. He would bring a big blanket for you both to lay on while you look at all the night sky has to offer. He is, unexpectedly, very knowledgeable about all the stars and planets so he teaches you all about them. While you take pictures of the sky, he would sneakily take pictures of you. "You're supposed to be taking pictures of all the stars." "But you're prettier." You expected him to say that, but it makes you blush all the same.

Haechan & Jaehyun:

He would take you on an impromptu late night drive. You would be in charge of the music, playing both of your favorite songs on full blast. All the windows would be open causing the cool AC and the hot summer air to mix. His hand absentmindedly finds it’s way over to you, thrumming his fingers to the beat of the song.

“The moon looks so pretty tonight!” You say, looking up during a red light.

He doesn’t look at the moon, instead he looks at you. He leans over to you, kissing you on the cheek, catching you by surprise. As you turn to him, you kiss him back, both of you aware of the light turning green but neither of you care. With no one else around, you find yourself getting lost in his lips. The light switches from green to red a couple more times until he breaks away from the kiss and starts driving again.

Taeyong & Doyoung:

He would take you on a boba date! Getting a cold drink on a hot night was the perfect way to cool off. Your heart melts at the sight of him, sitting in front of you, drinking his boba. You find everything he does to be cute, so the way you look at him doesn’t surprise him. There’s a claw machine at the boba place, and he sees you eyeing a particular plushie.

“This one?” He says, pointing to the plushie that you think is adorable.

You nod your head at him and he hands you his boba so that he can play the claw machine. It takes him a couple of tries to finally get it but you couldn’t be happier when he does.

“Thank you!” You say as you give him a kiss. As you two walk back to his car, he puts his arm around you, clearly very proud of himself for actually being able to get you the one you wanted.

#taeil #taeyong #johnny suh #doyoung #yuta #mark lee #jungwoo #jaehyun #haechan #fluff #nct scenarios #k-pop #nct 127 #nct dream #imagine #x reader #x y/n #fanfiction #nct fanfic

[ur-urmom]

Okay, I have a pretty cute request! (I’m not 100% sure if this is where I submit it since I’ve never done this but if it’s not then oh well)

Jacob Black x Reader (either fem or gender neutral)

Imaging Jacob being overly emotional one day for whatever reason and the reader has to comfort him, literally just the fluffiest thing ever! Reassurance, cuddles and pure adorable-ness

Thanks :)

super cute!!! i apologize for getting this out so late, hopefully you like it!

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Open Arms - Jacob Black x Reader

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Genre - fluffy cute adorable-ness!

Warnings - other than cussing, none

Summary - Y/N wasn’t really expecting any visitors on their day off, but when Jacob randomly shows up at their door they know something has to be on his mind.

The morning was chilly and damp, the perfect weather for staying inside curled up in a blanket and watching comfort shows with a cup of whatever hot beverage was preferred.

Personally, I was drinking hot apple cider and paying attention to a true crime documentary.

“How in the ever living hell could someone do that to another human being. That beats all I’ve ever seen, I swear.” I said to myself as I took a sip of the sweet liquid, feeling the warmth travel down my throat.

I love my days off. I love rainy days, and I love sunny days, really any day is a good day when there’s no work involved.

Of course I have friends to hang out with when I’m off, however I’m pretty content keeping myself company too. Maybe I’ll call Alice and Bella later to see if they want to do something, like a girls night out. You can never go wrong with a girls night out.

And if Alice is with Jasper, and Bella is with Edward (which will be most likely), I’ll just call Jacob. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. My boyfriend is practically one of the girls. I’ll just have a girls night with him… as a back up to the actual girls night I’m planning in my head.

I guess people would just call that a date though, wouldn’t they.

Tuning back into the documentary on the television, I took another sip of my cider. I put my feet up on the coffee table in front of me, the bottom of my pajama pants slighting hanging down right above my ankles.

By now, the weather outside was getting a little rough. Thunder would rumble and lightning would strike in sync with the revelations or the part of the show where the murders were being described on the screen. I grimaced at one of the real photos that popped up right as a loud boom sounded from the sky.

“Gross.” I muttered.

I took the last swig of my drink and set the empty cup down on the coaster beside my feet. I grabbed the blanket next to me on the couch and covered myself for extra warmth.

… and comfort from the paranoia of the murders I’m currently hearing about.

Although the heavy rain mixed in with true crime made it unsettling, the atmosphere was kind of relaxing at the same time. Dim lights, candles going, the pitter patter of the droplets, thunder, a full tummy from a warm drink, and the oddly soothing voice of the old man telling the heinous acts committed made my eyes flutter open and closed. I pulled the blanket higher over my face, just enough to where it hid my lips. My head gently fell to the side, my eyes still on the television trying my best to keep my attention. It was easier said than done, because soon my lids stayed shut and I started tuning out the words that were spoken. Steady breathing was the only thing I could really hear, at least it was the only thing that I chose to listen to.

Until a deafening BOOM! jolted my body awake once more. No way was I tired now.

“Holy!— shit… that sounded close.” My heart was racing at the crack of the thunder that just made its appearance, slowing down when I realized it was just that.

Thunder.

Nothing else.

I made a conscious decision to browse more shows, preferably something light and funny considering what just happened. Obviously it was nothing, but I’m getting myself a bit worked up and I don’t want to instigate it further.

“Ooo!” I finally found the old school Scooby Doo and turned that on instead. “This’ll be nice.” I smiled to myself. It was also something I could accidentally fall asleep to without getting scared shitless being abruptly woken up.

I was deep into the episode playing when I heard a knock on the door. I slightly turned my head in confusion, I wasn’t expecting anyone today and hardly anyone came unannounced. Flash images of the true crime documentary made their way to my mind as I slowly got up. All of my curtains were closed, and I didn’t really feel like looking behind them for fear of a face planted directly in front of mine with only glass separating us.

Walking towards the door, I picked up the scissors on the coffee table I had left there the night before.

Whoever was out there wasn’t happy with my pace, because another round of knocks came pounding, this time a bit louder.

“Dammit.” I whispered, just a few steps away from the handle now. The scissors were close to my chest as I put my palm around the knob after unlocking it. I took a deep breath, starting to slowly turn the knob now. I cracked the door open, expecting to either see nothing, or to see come crazy psycho with an axe getting ready to chop me into pieces for fun.

But I immediately relaxed when I saw the familiar black hair and those big brown doe eyes I’ve come to admire so much. Opening the door all the way now, I was met face to face with Jacob.

“Hey…” He breathed.

“How anticlimactic.” I accidentally slipped out.

“…..What?” His confused expression replacing the gentle one that was just there.

“Oh um… what are you doing here?” I ignored his words. “Not that you’re not welcome! You just… usually call beforehand.” I sensed how my question could be taken the wrong way. “Are you okay? Goodness, your soaking wet. Did you not bring an umbrella? Shit, Jacob, come in.” I stepped to the side to get out of his way.

He walked in and I closed the door behind him.

“Why do you have scissors?” He asked.

Turning around and facing his back, I placed my hands on his shoulders and started to help him take his dripping coat off. “Why not?” I replied, tossing it on the floor, making a mental note to wash it later. “But answer me, are you okay?” I repeated myself from a minute earlier, looking at him.

“I um, I don’t know.” He replied. “I don’t know.”

“Okay.” I nodded, concern written on my features. “Okay, that’s okay.” I took both of his hands in mine and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, they were wet from some of the rain outside that rested on them, and everywhere else on his body. I started rubbing the back of his palms with the front of mine vigorously in a stupid attempt to warm him up, almost as if I was trying to roll a ball of dough in my hands. “Aw, love, you’re so cold.” I muttered, my brows furrowed in concentration.

I heard him let out a deep chuckle. When I looked at him he was already gazing at me. I gave him a reassuring smile.

“Here, go take a hot shower.” I stopped to go grab him a towel and rag. “I washed your clothes from last time you stayed over, you can change into those!” I raised my voice a bit so he’d hear me as I gathered all of his things and put them in the bathroom.

It wasn’t long before he was beside me, already starting to strip down. I scooted past him to go ahead and start the hot water. When I got the shower temp just right, I turned back to Jacob. His shirt was off and he was working towards his shorts.

“Maybe while you’re in there you can think about what’s wrong? We can talk about it after you get out, yeah?�� I put a hand on his cheek, which he leaned into.

“Yeah, that sounds good baby.”

“Good.” I started to walk away, but not before I gave him a little kiss on his other cheek. “I’ll be in the kitchen, or the living room.” I shut the bathroom door as I exited.

I figured that while I waited for him to get out, I would fix a little something to eat. Breakfast, or brunch, I didn’t really know what time it was and I don’t feel like checking.

Bacon, eggs, and jelly toast. All classics, and all delicious.

I was just about done with everything when I heard the shower turn off. The only thing left I had to do was jelly my toast. I left Jacob’s untouched in case he didn’t want any on his.

And speaking of him, a few minutes later he walked into the kitchen as I was fixing the plates.

“Hey! I made some food. I don’t know if you’ve had anything this morning, but I haven’t, so if you don’t eat it I will.” I let him know that it was okay to decline my offer of a mouth watering meal.

“You think I’m gonna pass up on a good breakfast made by the love of my life? I don’t think so.” Jacob scoffed and took his plate.

I beamed at the title he had given me and followed him to the table with my own food. I thought it’d be nice to just eat and talk about lighter things, rather than what’s on his mind right now, that’ll be for after.

“Thank gosh you took a shower, you smelled like a dirty, wet dog.” I joked, taking a bite of bacon.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” He playfully rolled his eyes in response.

“No, really! I could practically smell you from all the way inside. I thought there was a stray on my front porch.”

“M’kay, so you were getting ready to stab what you thought was a stray dog that wandered onto your porch?”

“Huh?” I genuinely was lost after he said that.

“The scissors.” He continued.

“Ohhhhhhh.”

“Ohhh..” He mimicked me.

“Pffft, no. I was getting ready to do arts and crafts with said stray dog.”

“Mhm, sure.”

We looked at each other before breaking out into laughs and grins.

“Shut up, Jacob.” The smile still on my face as I softly pushed his shoulder with mine. I got up and took my plate to the sink. He did the same. I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and handed one to him, then started walking to the couch in the living room. We sat next to one another, and I took his arm in mine and put my head on his shoulder.

“Do you wanna watch anything?” I eyed the tv, absentmindedly watching whatever had come on after Scooby Doo. When I didn’t get a response, I sat up straight so I could look at him. Once again, he was already staring at me.

“…No.”

“Hey…” I started, remembering why he was here in the first place, “what’s on your mind?”

I stumbled to reach the remote on the table and turned off the television, the screen going black with just the rain and distant thunder for background noise.

“Lovely, talk to me.” I ran a hand through his hair, hoping to make him more comfortable.

“I don’t know, Y/N. It’s stupid.”

“Don’t say that.” I spoke. “Whatever it is, you have every right to feel the way you do, your feelings are valid.”

I started to readjust. I put my legs up on the coffee table like I had them earlier and then patted my lap with a small flick of my head to gesture to Jacob to lay down. He didn’t even hesitate.

Looking down at him, I had one hand on his upper jaw and the other one continued to play with his hair.

“I’m just…. I’ve been thinking a lot.”

“Oh lord.” I added, trying to make him laugh. It worked.

“And I’m just worried, I guess. About the future, and what’s gonna happen. What I have to do.”

“Oh baby. You don’t need to worry about things that haven’t even happened yet, especially things that won’t even happen for a long time.”

“I know,” he kissed my hand, “I can’t help it.”

“Look, I have no doubt that I’ll be there in the future right beside you. Helping you figure out whatever it is that needs figuring out. We’re a team. Your problems, your worries, your desires… are mine too. You’re not alone.”

I looked at him. Really looked at him. I needed him to understand what I had just said.

“I love you.” He stated. “So much.”

“I love you.” I smiled sweetly at him. “I’m here, if you really want to go into depth about what exactly it is with the future you’re worried about.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I know… but right now I think I might fall asleep.” He flipped over on his side in my lap. “You’re just too comfortable.”

I giggled. “Oh really?”

“Mhm.”

I squealed when all of the sudden his lips met my stomach as he blew air on my skin, doing what people call a raspberry.

“Jacob!!” I laughed, lightly slapping at his side. “Stop!”

He did, placing a gentle kiss on the spot he just attacked instead.

I kept rubbing his head, alternating between running my fingers through his hair and softly tracing shapes on his face. I did this until I heard the low sound of steady breathing.

Not only his, but mine as the two of us had fallen asleep, dreaming of nothing but each other.

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this isn’t proofread, so I’m sorry for any typos! it also might be shorter than my others so I do apologize! thank you for reading :) <3

#twilight x reader #reader insert #x reader #fanfiction #twilight #jacob blacks pack #jacob black x you #jacob black x reader #uley pack #jacob black #the twilight saga #the cullen family #edward cullen #bella swan #twilight imagine #twilight one shot #werewolf #quileute tribe #bella cullen #alice cullen #jasper hale #twilight fanfiction #jacob black oneshot

[yanderecrazysie]

Requested on my Wattpad. 

It’s pretty short but I wasn’t sure what else to write.

Title: Ache

Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, suggestive themes, spoiler for timeskip, chubby reader

Summary: Tendou feels an ache for you that won’t go away.

Part 2: here

ache

/verb/

feel an intense desire for:

Tendou had always had big dreams. 

When he became a chocolatier, he dreamed of obtaining Willy Wonka levels of fame. He wanted to create candies that were like no other. He made everything from chocolate that melted in your mouth to bars with a satisfying crunch to them.

For now, he ran a fairly large store, one that he was proud of, although he wished to one day create a chain. He had a variety of loyal customers- ones that came in often to purchase either a new chocolate each time or the same ones.

Among those loyal customers was you.

You were bright eyed and craving chocolate when you came into his store for the first time. He remembers it like it was yesterday, although it’d been well over a year by now. You had picked out three different bars: a milk chocolate that stayed warm without melting, a dark chocolate that wasn’t too bitter, and a white chocolate that was the perfect mix of crunchy and soft. You’d fallen in love with the flavors right away, eating them in the store in front of him. He’d felt a tug in his pants immediately when you tilted your head back and let out a little noise of satisfaction.

It made his mind wander to other situations where you might make that same noise.

Your body was so cute with a round tummy from eating sweets so often. He thought it was adorable and wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and feel you pressed up against him or squeeze your soft hips in his large hands.

He had spent a week praying that you’d come back into his store. His prayers were answered when you walked back in, buying three more chocolates. (This time it was a coffee flavor, mint chocolate, and little balls of milk chocolate.)

He remembered your every order, always excited to see what you’d choose next. He found himself nearly rushing his new creations, just in case you ran out of new flavors to try. You had your favorites that you returned to sometimes, like the hot chocolate bar on cold winter nights, but you really loved to try new things.

He loved to strike up a conversation with you when it wasn’t too busy. He was outgoing and confident, but you managed to make him feel small and shy. His throat would run dry every time he talked to you.

You were an enigma to him, something that he wished to know everything about. His conversations with you could only tell him so much. He wanted to follow you home, find out what kind of things you liked to buy other than chocolate, but he didn’t close the store until nighttime- well after you’d already left.

It was late at night when he’d really think about you. On the days you didn’t come into the store, he missed you dearly. On the days you did, he’d let his hand wander under his pants as he pictured you licking the chocolate from your plush lips as you ate in front of him, like always.

It took a while for Tendou to realize he was in love with you, so much so that it hurt. His heart, his soul, his mind, and his body all ached for you. It was painful not to see you, to be with you.

It took every ounce of courage to invite you to tour his factory. He was too scared to call it a date. He worked tirelessly to create the perfect chocolates for you to try.

His favorite would put you right to sleep.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #haikyuu!! #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere tendou #tendou satori

[ash-rigby]

Rockin' and Trollin' (Female Troll) [M/F] [T4T]

Featured Characters: Trans male human and a trans female cave troll. Both are adults.

Description: Gabe is enjoying a weekend alone at his aunt's cottage when he's visited by Vaux; the troll woman who lives in the area and frequents his bed when he's there. She wastes no time in starting the fun.

Contains: Oral Sex, Multiple Tongues, Grinding, Riding, Overstimulation, Mild Scent Kink, Mild Cardiophilia.

*Note For Trans Readers: Words for male genitalia are used for Gabe’s bottom growth, but the words “cunt” and “folds” are used for him a few times as well. Words like “shaft” and “length” are used for Vaux’s anatomy and she engages in penetrative sex with Gabe. This was done for trans readers who either prefer or don’t mind things being this way when they’re depicted in erotica. Please read at your own discretion.

Completion Date: October 31st, 2023

Word Count: 2518

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There is no better remedy for the effects of day-to-day horseshit than some time on the lake. Gabe would always be grateful for his aunt who owned a small cottage and allowed him to stay there every once in a while. It provided a retreat to relax, work on his book, and just generally enjoy some peace and quiet to himself. For the most part.

While the cottage wasn’t high-end by any means, it did have running water. The luxury of a shower was particularly appreciated. Especially if one wasn’t fond of letting lake water dry on their hair and skin after a swim. Steam billowed out around Gabe’s ankles as he exited the shower. He dried off, quickly ran the towel over his hair, and wrapped it around his waist before leaving the bathroom.

The air felt comfortably cool and the hallway was dim with the fading day’s light as he made his way to the bedroom. He was startled by the sight of a figure sitting at the foot of the bed, sucking in a painful breath and letting out a choked sound of alarm. The person tittered, immediately cementing her identity and putting Gabe at ease.

He coughed. “Jesus, Vaux.”

The cave troll sat with one leg crossed over the other, a hand still lightly touching her mouth from laughing at Gabe’s expense. As usual, she was completely nude. ‘Cave-living and clothes don’t mix,’ she had once explained to him.

Gabe was used to this. It took some time before his face wasn’t constantly warm with her in sight, but he managed to establish a sense of normalcy about having a hot naked woman around the place. However, his attention was now caught by just how much she had changed in the short time since he had last seen her; all thanks to that magical troll brew of hers which he was jealously certain was far more faster-acting than his shots had been.

The most noticeable difference was that she definitely had tits now. They were small and cute; probably a perfect fit in Gabe’s hand. Or his mouth. He looked up to Vaux’s face, the smirk he met conveying that he had been caught staring. He cleared his throat.

“Nothing else going on in the woods on a Saturday night aside from scaring the shit out of me?” he asked.

Vaux’s fangs flashed as she smiled, her bat-like nose wrinkling slightly.

“Saw you swimming earlier. Thought I’d drop in,” she said. Her head tilted to the side. “Not a fan of swimsuits are we?”

Gabe’s brow furrowed. He sighed and ignored the question, starting to walk over to the bedside table where he had left his phone.

“Aw, don’t be grumpy,” Vaux teased. “I just had to come and see that cute little butt of yours up close.”

She reached out as he passed her, hooking her finger into the top edge of his towel and pulling it off in one swift motion. Gabe gasped at the sudden exposure, but the edges of his mouth quirked up. He could never stay irritated with her for long, especially in her adorable eagerness to strip him and start what she had really come for.

“Vaux,” he said, drawing out her name in a tone of feigned warning as he slowly turned towards her.

She was grinning, clutching her prize and waving it enticingly as her tufted tail swayed behind her. “Come and get it, then.”

Gabe obliged, heart rate increasing as he knew what he would be 'getting’ when he approached. But he kept outwardly calm. Even as Vaux dropped the towel on the floor and placed a clawed hand on his tattooed thigh. She littered his stomach with kisses, lingering on the large freckle by his navel.

He shook his head. “Whatever ever happened to 'hello’, dinner, and a nice talk?”

“Seems like I have a meal in front of me already,” Vaux said, one of her three yellow tongues darting out over her bottom lip. She was perfectly mouth-level with his dick, looking up at him with those big golden eyes. “So check that off”

“Fair point,” he said. He brought a hand to her face, fingers gingerly tracing her jawline to her chin. “And you look so good down there. I’m not about to argue.”

Vaux smiled and brought her first tongue to his cock, giving it a gentle lap. She paused to let out an almost disappointed-sounding hum and fix him with a theatrical pout.

“Too bad I caught you fresh out of the shower,” she said, the remainder of her complaint falling short, slurred, and trailing off as her mouth was drawn back to him. “I love how you—you usually smell…”

Her tongue laved over his dick; circling, teasing the tip and length. Gabe’s hand went to her thick, dark hair.

“Get here earlier next time,” he said, giving the strands under his fingers a light tug and causing Vaux to gasp against him. “More than happy to smother that pretty face in my musky cunt.”

He received no response. Vaux was far too engrossed in devouring him. His breathing turned heavy, interspersed with appreciative groans. She always made him so hard; he could feel himself twitching and throbbing. Sweat sprang up on his skin, effectively ruining the work of his shower.

Vaux’s tongue left Gabe’s cock. He felt it extend past what would be the normal length, gliding over his folds to find his hole. It teased his entrance, probing shallowly. His body trembled as her other two tongues joined in. They licked at whatever they could reach; twisting, pressing. Saliva coated him. Her nose kept nudging the head of his dick with her slightest of movements and it was a shock each time.

“Good girl,” Gabe praised. Vaux giggled and he sucked in a breath at the vibration. “Fuuuuck…”

He stood there and took the onslaught; chest heaving, head slightly dizzy. His hips would rut forward on their own, burying Vaux into coarse, damp hair. Groans and other strained, choked noises of pleasure tumbled from his lips, somewhat sore from his frequent biting. He could feel himself getting close; cock pulsing, hole twitching around the mild penetration.

The tongues retracted.

Gabe looked down at Vaux in time to see that mischievous grin find her again. She leaned back in, closing her lips on his dick. He jolted as all three tongues danced around him in the tight, warm space of her mouth.

“Vaux!” he cried, his knees nearly giving out. “Shit!”

His mouth stayed open, breath stuttering. He released Vaux’s hair only to tightly grip her horns seconds later. They were short but perfect for this. A primal instinct to thrust overtook him and he used them as leverage. Any coherent words were overtaken by loud, gravelly moans. He bent slightly over her, his pace frantic as she sucked. Her hands found his ass, claws digging in. The sting was delicious.

Gabe came like a shot; pulling Vaux tight to him, hips stilled and jutting out, head tossed back, crying out as his cock throbbed hard against relentlessly teasing tongues. They didn’t stop until his eyes were rolling back. It was equal parts relief and despair when Vaux released him.

She sat back, licking her lips and staring up at him.

“Always a pleasure, Gabe,” she said, her tail wagging audibly across the sheets.

Gabe met her eyes, then roamed her body; panting, heart hammering in his ribcage, still horny as fuck. His gaze fell between her legs where the proof of how excited she had gotten from just giving him head was. He grinned and pushed his sweat-slick hair out of his eyes.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet,” he said lowly.

Gabe moved towards Vaux and she got the message, scrambling further backwards onto the bed. He gave her a light, playful shove to make her lay completely down. She yelped theatrically, letting her arms fall raised above her head in mock surrender. Her voice was lost as he captured her lips with his.

“Need to taste yourself, don’t you, perv?” she teased as he pulled away.

“Not as much as I need to get my mouth on these tits,” Gabe said.

He turned his attention to them, dragging his tongue in the space between. The taste and smell of her skin almost made him drool. He followed the curvature of her breast to the nipple, licking and sucking at it. Vaux made small, quiet noises; whimpers staying trapped in her throat. It wouldn’t be that way for long.

Gabe fondled and made a mess of Vaux’s tits until he could feel her hips shifting. Working his way lower, he left kisses that made her quiver. He blew a long, slow breath over her flushed head, chuckling as the length twitched. Vaux suppressed a gasp as he licked a single stripe down her shaft and back up again. He teased at the leaking slit before taking her into his mouth.

His pace was slow; dipping, retracting, switching to lolling his tongue around the head before delving back down. He could take her so deeply, loving the feeling of her throbbing in his throat. Her body squirmed, jolting when he swallowed. As he upped his pace, her voice rose. Those sweet, desperate moans he had been craving to hear. They went straight to his cock and it wasn’t long until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Gabe pulled off of Vaux with a lewd, wet pop. He wiped at the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, moving to straddle Vaux’s hips. She lay beneath him, glistening with sweat and staring with a dazed expression through hooded eyes. Fucking gorgeous.

“Oh, god. Fuck me, Gabe,” she whined as he lowered himself, pressing his soaked cunt to her shaft. “Fuck me.”

Gabe began to move, rocking his hips and grinding onto her. The flesh pressed against him pulsed with every drag. He leaned in to muffle her sounds in a deep kiss. It was a hungry thing; many tongues tangled, breaths brief, hot and dizzying as they moaned into one another. Gabe broke it, bracing himself on the mattress. His hands dug into the sheets and he growled as he humped harder, his eyes fixating on Vaux’s bouncing tits.

“People—ahn—fuck…and people call me the wild animal,” she said, breathless. “Ahhh—shit, Gabe, you’re so good! It’s so good!”

Gabe moved faster, making her moan loudly and toss her head. Her mouth was open, each of his quick thrusts punching shorter, choked-off noises from her. He was as close as he could possibly be without letting her slip inside him. The sheer heat and wetness were intense. Skirting the edge, he groaned.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” he asked, unstable from his brutal pace. “Just from me grinding against you?”

A little drool escaped Vaux’s lips, her eyes rolling slightly. “Yeeeees!”

“Hah—let’s fucking see it then,” Gabe said, gaze locking on hers. “Cum for me, Vaux. Cum.”

“I'm—I’m cu—ahhh!”

Gabe paused, denying himself his own orgasm to experience hers. She throbbed hard under him, spending herself over her stomach. Aftershocks visibly raced through her, wracking her body with almost rhythmic twitching. She slumped, breathing hard and whimpering; such a pretty performance.

Gabe raised himself, taking Vaux’s still-hard shaft into his hand and teasing the head along his slit. She practically convulsed, wailing shakily.

“G-Gabe!”

He stopped, grinning slyly. “Is that a no?”

Vaux shook her head.

“N-no,” she said, her grey cheeks darkening. “I don’t think I can cum again…but I want to feel you. U-use me to cum. Please.”

Without another word, Gabe sunk down onto her. His appreciative sigh was drowned by her moans.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “I’m so sensitive.”

Gabe went easy on her, much to the chagrin of the part of him that screamed to ride her into oblivion. He moved in a languid, circular motion, leaving a majority of the work to his hand as he rubbed his cock. Vaux caressed up his thighs, fingers brushing his ribs and scars, a palm pausing over his heart. He took his free hand and held it there, pressing her against the hammering beat.

Her eyes widened, a hard throb finding her deeply nestled length. That was new, Gabe noted and stored away for a later time.

“Wow,” she said. “Don—ah—don’t pass out me.”

“Hah—you neither.”

Gabe’s dick raged under his own touch. With renewed energy he sped up his movements, bouncing minutely atop Vaux’s hips. Even that short of a thrust drove him wild. His bottom lip was captured by his teeth as he started to moan, his hole incessantly gripping the burning shaft.

Vaux’s head tipped back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Gabe!”

Her chest heaved, the whole of her body shaking.

“Little more…little more,” Gabe chanted. “Hold—ahh!”

“So hot…you keep—ahhhn squeezing me! Fuuuck!”

Gabe’s head swam, the scent they had stirred up intoxicating him. He mindlessly slammed down onto Vaux. Tears welled and streamed from her eyes. He would have to end this soon or he could break her. But his hole had to feel fantastic for her; he could feel it going wilder with every second he got closer to release.

A few more bounces was all it took. Shoving Vaux fully inside for the final time, Gabe stilled and came with a series of loud moans. He felt the intense pulse of his cock against his fingers, throb after throb in time with a radiating, full-body ecstasy that had his walls clenching and releasing in rapid succession.

“Oh, god!” he cried. “Ohhh, shit.”

Vaux’s frantic, breathless voice snapped him back.

“Get off—fuck…get off me. I’m gonna lose it.”

Gabe complied immediately, weakness sending him collapsing sideways beside her. Catching his breath, her reached out and tenderly smoothed back Vaux’s hair. He cupped her cheek and wiped at a remaining tear with his thumb.

“You okay?” he asked.

Vaux huffed, smiling crookedly. “Me? I’m cool. Are you sure you didn’t slip a disk or something?”

“Shut up. I’m serious.”

“I’m fine,” Vaux assured with a roll of her eyes. She shifted to lay on her side, facing Gabe and tracing circles on his bicep with the tip of her claw. “Actually, you’ve got to do that to me again sometime. It felt insane.”

“I don’t know,” Gabe drawled. “That looked like a lot. Got the spare brain cells to burn?”

“Like you wouldn’t love having me as your dumb little fucktoy.”

Something warm in Gabe’s chest stopped a retort.

"I like you for you, Vaux,“ he said. "Don’t ever change.”

“Pff, alright, Romeo,” Vaux said, though her smile was soft. She quirked an eyebrow. “What if my tits get bigger?”

Gabe hummed. “That I could be persuaded to accept.”

Vaux chuckled and laced her fingers with Gabe’s, snuggling into the mattress and closing her eyes. Gabe felt the post-pleasure bonelessness creeping into him. He leaned in to kiss Vaux’s knuckles before settling in himself.

He heaved a contented sigh. “You’re helping me wash the sheets tomorrow.”

“Whaaat?”

End

Masterlist

#ash originals #text #spicy #terato #terato writing #exophilia #monster love #monster lover #monster girlfriend #troll #t4t #oc:vaux #oc:gabe

[yns-world]

Never Fade Away

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x Fem!Idol!Reader A/N: Y/S/N = Your Stage Name this is an extension of this, feel free to read :)

2022

nobody said showbiz was easy, but should it border hellish in order for something to change?

you loved johnny, and johnny loved you, that was a fact that you both knew so well— so when did things become so difficult?

in your and johnny’s case, opposites attract. but what you didn’t account for was that opposites also repel. 

both of your lives were constantly in the spotlight, and this relationship even more so. with millions of eyes flicking over every move, every microtransaction, there is barely any room to just be. 

you two were a match made for the stage, nobody could beat the stage presence you two shared when you performed, but this fame was taking a toll on you both. 

in the short year you guys dated, it was like fire and ice. burning hot with passion and then freezing over with frostbite.

but as time went on, the cracks in the relationship began to show. the flaws in you both began to grow bigger and bigger but neither of you knew what to do, so you ignored it. 

but ignoring was the absolute worst thing to do, and now you’re having screaming matches that last for hours, days, and then weeks of silence.

of course, the media is all over this. 

“Johnny Silverhand’s New Victim”

“Y/S/N Seen Storming Out of Silverhand’s Apartment”

things could only go on for so long before you had to cut things off— something that nearly tore you to shreds.

johnny begged, he cried, he pleaded, he waited outside your apartment for hours on end. he damn-near kissed the ground you walked upon just so you would glance at him once more, because in his mind he cannot for the life of him make sense of why the perfect woman would just leave him.

but that’s exactly why you left. you left because he can’t fathom why the relationship was going to hell. you had to break it off because johnny was a sinking ship and you refuse to drown with him, no matter how much you might adore him.

that was johnny's breaking point and he hasn't been the same since.

while he dated you, he created his most iconic and best selling music that topped all the charts. you were his once-in-a-lifetime muse, and the world knew that.

but when you broke up, he lost that spark. his heart strings were torn apart and he couldn't pick up the guitar for months.

the only time he picked up the guitar was to play a solemn a-b-c tune while he recited the tragic poetry of his heart.

he'd release a few more singles that could all be chalked up to a last ditch effort of staring into the void and expelling the demons of his heart.

"Never Fade Away" was the last song johnny ever performed. that song was an homage to your memory and how you'd never fade from his own memories.

2023

it's been a year since you broke up with johnny and it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows for you, despite what johnny likes to tell the media.

there were countless nights where he was holding you from behind, his steady breath a calm rhythm in your ear, but you'd wake up everytime in a gasp, frantically searching for him on his side of the bed.

it took you months to finally wash the sheets because you wanted his scent to linger for as long as possible. his cologne that mixed with his musk.

the first few months were wretched, but you grew to resent him. deep down you still ached for his touch, but you had to lie and say you wanted him dead, if not, then the aching pain of his memory would kill you first.

august 20th, 2023. a day that was supposed to blur into the past endless days, but the last thing you expected was to see the man of your dreams—and nightmares—wearing a bulletproof vest and riding in a militech helicopter.

similarly, the last thing johnny expected was to see the architect of his heartbreak walking out of the Arasaka building.

waves of emotions flashed across his face—awe, joy, hurt, and finally resentment. 

johnny's scowl deepened and his resolve strengthened. Arasaka was not only the architect of his filthy world, but also stole the love of his life.

it wasn't rational to think that, but when has johnny ever been rational?

just moments before, johnny only planned to tear down the building. but now that he's seen you—walking out of that corrupt building with all of your lavish clothes and accessories—his aim shifted.

Arasaka stole everything from him. they ruined him. he has nothing left to lose.

in that moment, he made his peace with death. 

he overtook the machine gun and let out a visceral warcry that he’s been choking down for years— everyone would pay for his pain and suffering. 

august 21st, 2023, the very next day. over 4,000 dead, a crazy terrorist group, and you at the epicenter of it all.

some would brush you off as irrelevant, others would dub you as the “terrorist’s girlfriend”, blaming you for the demise of a beloved singer. 

but despite the chaos of the outside world, you could feel your internal universe crumble. johnny’s body hasn’t been found yet but you are sure that he’s gone. 

you’re so sure because you felt the deepest part of your soul chip off. the connection is severed. there’s a void inside of you, and you know all-too-well what johnny used to say about an abyss.

“If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! if you did, please consider reblogging since it helps my account! :) DON'T BE A GHOST READER!!!! i would love to hear your thoughts and opinions, and comments are what keep writers going &lt;3 i'm open to cyberpunk requests so feel free to send me one <3 also, lmk if y'all wanna see more idol!reader content and/or have any ideas since i'm kinda rocking with it :) as always, have a great day and i'll see y'all in the next one <3

#yns world #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 v #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #cyberpunk 2077 x reader #cyberpunk 2077 x v #johnny silverhand #johnny silverhand x reader #johnny silverhand x v #cyberpunk 2077 johnny #cyberpunk 2077 johnny silverhand #cyberpunk johnny #requests open

[messers-moony]

Stormy Sundays | F.H

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five spends a rainy day with his love.

The gentle noise of rain pattering against the windows was a calming noise. Not the roaring sound of thunder or the flickering of lightning, just a gentle rainstorm. Something most people don’t appreciate enough. 

Y/n, however, adored these days. The clattering of the rain hitting the window brought a breathtaking smile to her face. One her significant other became very fond of. 

The girl with the breathtaking smile sat on her bed, lights out, curtains opened, a book placed carefully on her lap. The only light entering the room was from the beautiful greyscale clouds. Making her room the perfect brightness. 

Y/n wore relatively comfortable attire, a hoodie, leggings, and soft socks. Meanwhile, her hair was up in a messy bun, and her square glasses were placed on the bridge of her nose. Her concentration was very attentive towards the book in her lap until a light knock was on her door. 

“ Come in. “ Y/n called out to the figure at the door as she placed her book on the nightstand. Then a more familiar figure stepped into the room. 

“ Good afternoon, gorgeous. “ Called a voice Y/n adored, “ Good afternoon, Hargreeves. “ Y/n replied with a hint of smugness in her tone as he sat beside her. 

“ How’s your day been? “ Five asked in a soft tone, “ Very relaxing, how about you? “ The h/c haired girl asked in response. 

“ Not very eventful. I was hoping to take you somewhere today. But with the weather outside, it seems as if that wouldn’t be possible. “ Five answered as his hand went around his girlfriend's shoulders. 

The girl took a second to think before replying, “ Just because the weather isn’t what you wished for, I think it would be a beautiful time just to spend this time together. “ 

Five took a minute to look at the girl to his right; she had beautiful e/c eyes, contrasting his own, “ I suppose you’re right, love. “ Five sighed. 

His sigh alerted Y/n, making her think the weather wasn’t really what was bothering him, “ Five? “ She muttered out, catching his attention. 

“ What is it? “ He acknowledged, looking at his concerned girlfriend, “ What's really on your mind? “ 

“ Nothing much, I guess... I just wanted to spend some time with you, you know? I feel like I haven’t done that very often, and I feel awful. “ Five ranted, making Y/n giggle slightly.

“ Five, it’s okay. I understand we both have our own lives. You won’t be able to spend every living and breathing moment with me. That’s what reality is. On the contrary, I wouldn’t mind some cuddling and movies. “ Y/n carefully spoke, making the male beside her blush and melt beside her. 

This was one of the reasons Five loved Y/n so much. She was always so understanding. She understood that life happened; people get busy. No matter how badly she wanted to be upset because he was active, she just couldn’t. Life happens, and there’s nothing you can do about it. 

“ Then, why don’t we cuddle and watch some movies? How does that sound? “ Five replied with a soft smile, “ Sounds perfect. “ Y/n retorted with a quick kiss to his cheek. 

The female beside him got off her bed and walked over to the tv placed in front of her bed. Kneeling toward the tv stand, she pulled out some of her favorite movies she had on DVDs. While she picked out a movie to watch, Five had spatial jumped to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for their movie date. 

He took out a bag of microwaved popcorn and placed it into the microwave, setting the timer for one minute and thirty-five seconds. After the popcorn was finished, he opened the brown bag and emptied its contents into a bowl. Making the microwave now empty. 

He placed a mug of water in the microwave, now setting the counter for three minutes and thirty seconds for the water to boil. Meanwhile, he made himself a cup of coffee. Once the water was done, he poured a packet of hot chocolate into the boiling water. He made sure to mix it well and add Five marshmallows, just like his girlfriend did every time she made her hot chocolate. 

The green-eyed male took both mugs as well as the bowl of popcorn upstairs to his lover's bedroom. He was met with her snuggled up into her comforter, the movie paused and on screen. 

Seeing her boyfriend walk into the room, she jumped to sit up so she could take the steaming hot cup from his hand, filled with a blissful beverage. He sat beside her and sat the popcorn between them. Her boyfriend's arm was finding its way around her shoulders again as she snuggled into his side for warmth and began the movie. 

“ Thank you, Five. “ Was muttered by Y/n as she slowly took sips of her hot beverage, “ You’re welcome, love. “ Five responded, gently kissing her temple. 

#Five x you #Five x y/n #Five x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #Five hargreeves x y/n #number five #number five x reader #number five x you #number five x y/n #tua #tua au #tua netflix #tua x reader

[ghouligancentral]

If you’re taking ideas, would you be willing to write headcanons of rain (or any ghoul really, I love all of them but rain has a special place in my heart) marking reader (fem or gn) as his mate? I’ve followed you for a little while and ADORE your work ❤️❤️

For you, my lovely Anon,

I hope you like these headcanons. I'm not the best at writing HCs so it turned out like a mix of a story and HCs.

--Rain Marking HCs--- Warnings: None; all fluff

Gn reader.

Once Rain figures out that he wants you to be his mate, the water ghoul sets about planning the perfect moment to ask you. 

The location of the proposal will be the first decision he makes. He wants somewhere quiet, where the two of you will have some time alone, without running the risk of anyone or any ghoul disturbing you. First, he makes a list of all of the places the two of you have been to together and choices his favourite: a secluded garden with a lake-side path. 

He then set about finding the right words to say, even going as far as writing out drafts. He will pester the other ghouls about reading over his words and getting back to him with a critique. 

“Do you think I need to add anything else?” “No, Rain” “Do you think they will like this part?” “Yes, Rain”  “Do you think I should…” 

Once there are approximately 50 drafts and the others have assured him that his speech could not be better, Rain is finally ready to implement his plan. 

When you arrive at the gardens with Rain, you can tell the water ghoul is nervous. You giggle to yourself as you watch his tail flick, you haven’t seen him this nervous since your first date. 

“Hey, so um, I was wanting to ask you something….” 

When Rain does ask you to be his mate, of course, you say yes. 

Rain looks a little shocked when you do say ‘yes’ (not that he was expecting a different answer. Truth be told, he really didn’t know what to expect.) 

“Uh, so when do you wanna… you know?” Rain asks. 

“How about now, if you want?” “Now?” “Yeh.” 

Rain is stunned by how soon you made up your mind. Didn’t you want some time to think about it? Maybe even to back out? 

But little does Rain know, you have already had plenty of time to think about it since Sunshine told you Rain’s plan about 20 minutes after she found out. Her defense was “I just want to make sure you’re going to say yes.” 

Marking- 

The water ghoul is very gentle with you when he does mark you. He makes sure the two of you are seated comfortably under a large willow tree, away from the prying eyes of others.

He carefully brushes your hair out of the way before leaning in to place a few light kisses along the side of your neck. You can hear a pleased purr rumble from the ghoul at the feeling of your body pressed so close to his. 

“You’re not having second thoughts are you?” you giggle as his hot breath ghosts over the delicate skin. “No, just savoring the moment,” Rain coos before placing another kiss on the spot he intends to mark. 

“Ready?” Rain questions. “Yes” 

Rain tries to be gentle with you. His heart drops when he hears you cry out as his fangs sink into your neck. He stops until you tell him that you’re fine and want him to keep going. 

Your head feels a little dizzy and your heart races with excitement as you feel the ghoul, now your ghoul, pierce your skin with his teeth. 

The ghoul releases you from his jaw, and you open your eyes to see Rain with the world’s biggest smile. His hand comes up to caress your cheek before pulling you in so that your forehead is pressed against his. 

“I love you and I always will”

#nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoulettes #rain ghoul #rain x reader #the band ghost #sunshine ghoulette

[baby-harrington]

dating eddie munson would include…

HI EVERYONE :D it’s been a while i know, i haven’t written anything in like a year but eddie is too goddamn cute to resist so here you go

feel free to reblog with any of your own ideas/additions i would love love love to read them!!!

- i think we all already know eddie is the ultimate adorable boyfriend like LOOK AT HIM he’s so cute

- and you tell him all the time

- to which he responds with something along the lines of “no you”

- he loves complimenting you, telling you you’re adorable and pretty and cute and hot and perfect

- sometimes all in one go or between kisses

- he’s so squishy and cuddly too like obviously not in front of people but when you’re alone he’s most likely cuddled up next to you or laying on you

- if you have boobs he will definitely use them as a pillow while you run your fingers through his hair

- he looooooves when you play with his hair

- pull it, pet it, brush it, wash it, anything and he will lean into your touch and sigh contentedly

- pet names are guaranteed

- with sweetheart being the favourite

- but he’ll call you anything that you want him to

- he likes being called nicknames, baby or babe in particular but he also likes just hearing his name coming from your mouth

- he LOVES kisses too

- both giving kisses and receiving them

- he’ll kiss anywhere he can get his lips

- and he particularly likes when you kiss his neck or jaw

- that boy could just make out for hours and have the best time doing it

- being the nerd he is he loves telling you all about his adventures in the fictional dnd worlds he plays in

- he encourages you to join the hellfire club and try playing too

- that is if you don’t already play yourself

- you help him paint minis and make maps and draw out character profiles which he loves

- side note he will let you paint his nails no hesitation he’ll probably even ask you to do it for him

- you fit in well with the rest of the club and they are all mega jealous of eddie for bagging you

- considering he’s part of the gang of school “freaks” nobody ever would have guessed eddie would find someone like you

- for dates he will do anything you wanna do

- he’s not one for planning surprises and taking you out, he prefers it when you guys agree on something to do together because then nobody can be disappointed

- even if it’s just hanging out in his trailer or your bedroom listening to music or watching a movie he’ll love it all the same

- or maybe taking his van somewhere and sitting in the back with blankets n stuff

- those kind of dates are his favourite though

- he likes keeping you all to himself

- it would break his heart if you found someone new so he tries to keep you with him as much as possible

- he’s worried you’ll find that toxic or creepy but you reassure him that you understand his worry and that you love spending time with him

- he does get a little jealous easily

- but it brings out his possessive side which you find really attractive

- especially when he takes you home if you know what i mean fhhfjdjdjd

- like not to be too nsfw but that man knows what he’s doing and is damn good at it

- he’s the perfect mix of sweet and utterly filthy

- and he’s up for anything

- it’s literally canon that he’s kinky too like those handcuffs can’t be there for no reason

- and i can imagine he likes listening to his metal/rock music while doing the deed

- anyway enough filth (unless y’all want some nsfw sometime??👀)

- eddie adores it when you wear his clothes

- especially his denim or leather jackets

- and when you rep the hellfire merch

- he thinks you look so mfing hot in his stuff

- if it’s a little big for you he thinks you look so cute drowned in his clothes

- he’ll definitely smoke with you if you’re down

- or do heavier stuff if that’s your kinda thing, no judgement guys

- and if you’re not he’ll 100% be respectful of it and will obviously take no for an answer

- he wouldn’t even consider pressuring you into doing stuff you don’t wanna do

- no matter what it is, not just drugs/sex/alcohol

- we stan a respectful king

- i could go on for ages about him because i am utterly head over heels in love with him but i’ll spare you my rambling

- just know this boy is so so perfect inside and out

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #imagine

[copias-girl]

Hey, you posted the Headcanon challenge and I decided to ask you (about Copia):

His angry/violent headcanon, likes/dislikes headcanon and childhood headcanon (as i quoted in earlier asks about TCAC). And maybe a random headcanon too if you want.

<33

Headcanon list here for anyone who wants to request! ♥︎ I’m adding a cut because this got LONG

☠️ Angry/violent headcanon: Copia only truly gets filled with blinding rage when someone is saying something bad or trying to harm someone who he cares deeply about, whether it be y/n, his rats, or even his ghouls! But he especially gets protective over y/n, and although he’s not an inherently violent person, he will get physical if he has to protect you. Also, Copia us 100% the type of person to cry angry tears. (I’m the same way)

As for when someone is insulting him, he becomes a mix of sadness with just a bit of anger. When people insult him, it nags at his insecurities and he becomes self conscious. He often doesn’t feel worthy of defending himself in the way that he vehemently defends the people he cares about.

☯️ Likes/dislikes headcanon: Copia really dislikes when people make assumptions about him. He doesn’t appreciate people who think they have him all figured out, when in reality they don’t. Sometimes people will think he’s shallow, blissfully unaware, or just a happy-go-lucky guy, but they fail to see deeper inside him. They have no idea how hard he worked to become Papa, the struggles and ridiculing he had to face, and the strength he showed while dealing with it all.

He also dislikes when Sisters of Sin try to date him just because he’s Papa. It hurts when they act so sweet, but he can see right through their facade. They think he’s stupid, but he knows that they only want him because of his powerful position. It makes him feel lonely. No one batted an eye at him when he was Cardinal, and now that he’s Papa he has everyone fawning over him? He often wonders if they still make fun of him behind his back.

However, what he does like is y/n. He absolutely loves that you love him for HIM. You love his grey hair, his wrinkles, his awkwardness, his rats. He’s not the tallest man, but you love his height. You don’t care that he eats too much rigatoni. You think he’s absolutely perfect. You love each and every thing about him, and he can literally see the adoration in your eyes when you look at him. He can feel nothing but pure love emanating off you when you hug him, kiss him, wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight. And especially when you make love. You love him so fearlessly, with every fibre of your being, and he knows it’s real. He’s almost in disbelief with the way you only have eyes for him. And it really gives him a thrill when you display your affection for him in public. You show everyone just how much your Papa means to you, making him blush red hot under his paint by pulling him into sinfully passionate kisses right in front of everyone.

▼ Childhood headcanon: Copia was a gentle yet lonely child. He was brought up as an orphan, not knowing that Sister Imperator and Nihil are his parents. He excelled in his studies, especially rituals and Latin, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have fun. He always enjoyed riding his tricycle around the ministry, or befriending various rats that lived in the abbey. He would get scolded for it, but he’d always save some cheese from lunch and sneak off to bring it to them. He always felt like he related to the rats, because they’re very misunderstood little creatures. Little Copia would sometimes play with Terzo and Secondo, but they were years older than him and often did their own thing. Primo was much older than all of the Emeritus brothers and he was kind to him, often requesting Copia’s help in the garden. And of course Sister Imperator was always in Copia’s corner. However, Nihil, not knowing that Copia was actually his son, would often become frustrated with him. Which isn’t really anything new because I headcanon that he would get fed up and angry with his own sons anyway, so none of the children were safe from his scolding. However, with Copia thinking he was an orphan, it hit a little harder.

ൠ Random headcanon: Ok Copia definitely watches old black and white Italian romance and comedy films and also old horror films with his rats! 🐀 Matrimonio All’Italiana is one of my personal favourites so I’m making it one of Copia’s faves too >:3

He puts on his silk pyjamas and reclines in front of the television with some of his ratties! They share some cheddar popcorn while Copia makes comments and explains certain aspects of the plot to his rats <3 Sometimes you can find your sweet man passed out on the sofa with his rats all curled up sleeping on him! And his face lights up with excitement when you tell him you’d love to join the next movie night ♥︎

#my headcanons #copia my beloved #copia is my husband #thoughts about copia <3 #thoughts about papa <3 #copia headcanons #cardinal copia headcanons #popia headcanons #papa iv headcanons #copia #cardinal copia #popia #popia copia #papa copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost headcanons

[barleytaegyu]

Rescue My Heart 🛟

╰┈➤ taegyu au

・❥・ beach goer Taehyun, lifeguard Beomgyu

・❥・ fluff

Where Taehyun goes to the beach on summer break and that’s where he spots Beomgyu who is a brand new life guard.

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One day, Taehyun decides to go to the beach and that’s where he notices a new lifeguard. Right then is when he makes a decision to visit the beach more often just so he can secretly watch the pretty red headed lifeguard in those cute little red shorts.

After a few days, he gets an idea to pretend to drown and that’s when Beomgyu takes action to save him.

Beomgyu doesn’t realize how hot the man actually is until he attempts to perform cpr. He kneels next to the body and puts his hands on the man’s chest to start the compressions.

“1, 2, 3, 4.”

But then Beomgyu gets distracted by the firm, toned muscles underneath his hands and halts his movements. He immediately realizes he forgot one of the most important things from his training you should do before you perform cpr.

He panics.

“I FORGOT TO TELL SOMEONE TO CALL 911.”

Suddenly Beomgyu hears a chuckle from the body underneath him that he was attempting to save. His gaze shifts downward and he sees the man was looking back at him. The eye contact made his heart leap.

“Aw I was waiting for you to give me mouth to mouth as an excuse to kiss you.”

Taehyun noticed how the cute lifeguard’s face was turning red. It was evident that he was flustered. Taehyun thought to himself how extremely adorable he is and wants to ask for his number.

“What’s a man gotta do to take a cutie like you on a date?”

Beomgyu was speechless. He just stares for a few moments to process this man’s words. After some pondering he made a decision. He would consider himself stupid if he were to reject him. This man was undeniably irresistible.

“My shift ends at 6.”

Pleased with that answer, Taehyun finally sits up and Beomgyu gulps at the sudden closeness.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up here at six.” He winks then stands up to head back into the ocean to cool off from the blazing hot sun.

They hadn’t learned each others names or got each others numbers but Beomgyu supposes that he will find out those things later on their date.

As Beomgyu is sitting in the lifeguard chair, there is a small, genuine smile on his face while he is patrolling the beach. He takes quick glances every so often at the man who asked him out on a date.

Happiness with a mix of slight nervousness take over him. Beomgyu anticipates for this date. He can’t wait for his shift to end so he can get to know this handsome man that he was so determined to save, yet didn’t need saving at all.

Perhaps this man didn’t need to be rescued from drowning and his heart needed to rescued instead.

Beomgyu will gladly be that person for Taehyun.

#my prompts #taegyu #txt au

[meadowfairiess]

⊱ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⊰

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐗 𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 (not edited)

* warnings ~ nothing but cuteness and fluff

* pairings ~ sevika x fem!reader

*a/n ~ urm so i would have added the original request above but my dumb self accidentally deleted it along with the original draft for this (fml) but this was requested by @eveesbayou

- first things first, sevika absolutley loves your aesthetic! though her usual moody self would never really admit it.

- she thinks it’s adorable... especially with the clothes you like to wear.

- there isn't a lot of people in zaun that typically have such an incredible aesthetic like yourself... it's very different but that's what drew sevika to you in the first place.

- somehow you manage to convince her to go on cute little dates with you, she likes to pretend she dosen't like them all that much but she LOVES them hehe.

- the most common date for you both is a picnic in a quiet, remote place, in piltover which isn't that easy for many reasons.

- it takes a WHOLE LOT of convincing to actually get sevika up and ready to go outside as she only likes to stay in your shared apartment or the bar *rolls eyes*

- but when you go on your dates it’s the cutest thing!

- you always make sure to make a miniature picnic for the both of you and you take a few of your books.

- she brings her playing cards (she’s trying to teach you how to play… key word “trying”), a cigar and some sort of alcohol... of course.

- if it's really nice outside and sevika has the day off it's perfect, you both just sit outside and you usually end up lying down on your blanket that your bring along with you and on her chest while reading your book.

- AND SHE PLAYS WITH YOUR HAIR OH MY GOD

- sometimes when you aren’t working you will pop into the bar if she is there and sit next to her or on her while she’s playing cards.

- and ALL the guys just stare at you... she dosen't like that at all.

- now she knows that you can protect yourself perfectly fine but that won’t stop her from beating anyone to a pulp if they so much as look at you the wrong way… hot

- if people have a problem with you then she has a problem with them.

- your shared apartment is a weird mix of both dark and light stuff, the darker stuff hers and the lighter stuff yours of course.

- the decor is weird.

- sometimes when you aren’t there sevika will just look at all of your cute little ornaments or teddy bears on your guys' bed which she makes fun of you relentlessly for.

- people often look at you both weirdly as you walk down the street which makes sense, she's tall, dark and broody and you are small, bright and smiley... it’s defineley strange but you both love it.

- oh! and often times when you are both home alone and you aren’t cuddling or making out you manage to get her to put on one of your frilly little aprons, which is hilarious, and you both will bake something.

“i am not wearing that…” she grumbles.

“oh come on, it’s the only other one i have!” you say as you pass it over to her.

*death glare*

- you just smile.

- THE BOTH OF YOU TOGETHER ARE JUST ADORABLE AHHHH

- she loves you regardless if you wore your usual long white dresses and cute little accessories or if you wore all black with some chunky platform shoes.

- sometimes she even helps you pick out your outfits, which again her usual self would never admit to enjoying.

- but the cottagecore aesthetic is what makes you you and she loves that the most.

- also maybe you eventually convince her to let you guys have a little kitten within the house... teehee

- something else she won’t admit she loves but she truly does.

a/n: this is the first time i’ve ever written something like this so i hope it isn’t bad lmao, i hope you enjoyed! :) also if you want to be added to a taglist then just let me know what type of stuff you want to be tagged in and i will add you asap

#sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika arcane x reader #arcane x reader #x reader #arcane #sevika #arcane fanfic #sevika imagine #sevika headcanon #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #sevika x female reader #arcane imagines

[theiris-storyvault]

realize— part 3

Waddling into the room with her bright blue PJs on, Nami makes her way onto her father's lap, abruptly dropping herself, making Namjoon jolt in surprise snapping him out of his daydream.

"Nami-ah~ Why're you awake so early my love?" Namjoon asks lovingly, placing his coffee down before pulling to carry her. Nami was silent, Namjoon figured it was because she dropped asleep at 6PM last night, 3 hours earlier than her usual bed time. He chuckled softly, as he stroked his daughters back.

"Would you like to eat anything?" Nami stirs quietly, peaking at Namjoon with firdt her left eye, then her right eye, before placing her lips near his ear. "Hot Cocoa". She sleepily whispers. Namjoon laughs at how silly she was acting, half asleep asking for her favourite. With no second thought, Namjoon puts her down on the couch to let her bask in her sleepiness for a while and headed to the kitchen to prepare.

When Namjoon was left to raise Nami on his own, he was distraught. Not knowing where to begin, and what to learn first. It took several burnt arms, pooped-on shirts and vomit filled bed sherts before he perfected his techniques. He wasn't sure of anything he did, but he was sure about raising Nami right, and so with everything he knew, he did.

He quietly hums to himself, letting the milk warm in the microwave as he prepared a small bowl of cereal. The machine beeps twice which signals that the milk was ready. With steady hands, he tries his best not to spill any on the freshly mopped floor, and as soon as he successfully plants the mug on the kitchen island, he signs in relief. Namjoon couldn't count the tines he had dropped, spilled and or burned himself transporting the mug of milk when making hot cocoa for his daughter. He then pulls out a cannister of Nesquik from the pantry, scooping out 1 full tablespoon and mixing it into the mug. He stirs it gently, looking over at his daughter, now spacing out with her focus on the ceiling. "Nami, marshmallows or whipped cream?" This question prompts the little girl to rise from the sofa and bolt into the kitchen with her dad.

"Marshmallows and Whipped Cream" Nsmi bats her eyelashes, trying to convince her now sighing father to give her the best of both worlds. "Fine, but you better not tell Uncle Jin I gave you both. I haven't heard the end of his litany on why I shouldn't give you KitKats and Skittles during movie nights."

This makes Nami giggle. She then nods, lifting her pinky up to her father in assurance to seal the deal. Namjoon smiles down at her, intertwining his own big pinky around her smaller one. Seokjin had been Namjoon's best friend for as long as he could remember. They went everywhere together from middle school up until Namjoon gained Nami. He was there to pick up Namjoon when he falls face flat on the floor, wipe hid tears away when his wife died, and reprimand him everytime he'd spoil the little girl he loved most.

He was his partner, and he was grateful he had him to balance him out.

Both Namjoon and Nami sat in silence after making the drink. He watches his daughter happily munch on the cereal, taking occassional sips of hot cocoa from time to time. He adored her alot, she kept hin grounded and most of all, she made him feel so complete.

"Daddy," Nami fills the silence. Namjoons lifts his eyebrows up as he takes a dip of his now cold coffee in response. "Can Heeseun and I have playdate?". His eyes widened. He puts his cup of coffee down, and exaggeratedly gasps. "A date?! With a boy?!" He says loudly. Nami's laughter fills the air easily as he aggressively pulls on his hair. "No, daddy! A playdate! Heeseun said his dad bought him a new Lego set."

He was ecstatic that she was excited to go, but what caught his attention was when she mentioned a dad. You had been on Namjoon's mind ever since the day you met at the PTA meeting. Your smile was something he found sofistinct about you. The way you'd beam brightly and widely enough to show all your teeth was significantly remarkable about you. The way you'd laugh at his jokes was another thing he liked about you. The way you'd join him in making sarcastic comments everytime a PTA mom would raise a concer that isn't really a concern. Everything about you was memorable. He thought to himself constantly about befriending you officially, and become bestfriends the way his daughter and your son was.

He didn't know why it bothered him so much, but it did. With a faint smile, he nods. "Okay, let me see if his Mom would be fine". He says. A part of him lit up in excitement because he was going to talk to you again, but at the back of his mind, he wondered: What the hell was he feeling? Why did it bother him so much?

Realize Masterlist

#namjoon fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts boyfriend #bts reactions #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #bts stories #namjoon #namjoon imagine #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon headers #namjoon angst #namjoon fake text #bts fake social media #bts fake chat #bts fake texts #bts fake scenarios

[mightbesmall]

Well I don’t know what to do for Day 4, I can’t draw well and don’t know what to write so I guess I’ll rate birthday jacket cards and make an epic port fest drabble for tomorrow. I’m going to be rating them based off of aesthetics because I’m basic

Heartslabyul!

7/10 it’s Riddle and I love Riddle but I’m not the biggest fan of the font used on his name. Though I find the equestrian club badge pleasing.

6/10 it’s the science club badge for me💀 though I’m loving the ordinary malewife’s confidence, he looks great but that science club badge… oh and the font again, it just irks me but looks so interesting at the same time???

8/10 because it’s Cater, I love Cater. His pop music club badge is a bit funky but whether or not it’s a good funky is still under speculation. Basically, I’m biased he’s an 8/10.

7/10 because he has that smirk and it both fills me with hot and makes me want to punch him. Ace is a pretty boy so naturally I feel both drawn to him and annoyed by him, mainly because he insulted us on our first day as janitor. You don’t insult janitors! They are hero’s of the community! He loses points for it >:(

8/10. Enough said. Look at him, look at the blueberry bbg and tell me he isn’t perfect. He’s not, but he’s trying to be better and that’s all that matters.

Savanaclaw!

7/10 so like, he’s gorgeous and all, handsome. pretty. stunning. But my god, that font is all I’m looking at and I’m not sure if I like it or not.

9/10 LOOK AT MY BOY IN HIS GET UP!! HE’S SO CUTE! oh and the font… do I like it? I don’t know. His birthday is 7 days after mine though so that’s cool!

10/10 JACKIE POO!!! I actually like the font used here, it suits him so well. AND THE LITTLE WOLF AHHHH!! God I’m so biased.

Octavinelle!

7/10 it’s Azul and he’s very babygirl, don’t get me wrong, but is he… too babygirl? I like the font used here as well, he’s a fancy lad and thus has a fancy font spelling his name.

8/10. Mountain hiking club is my favourite🫶. And I just like Jade?

10/10!!! Floyd my little skrunkly!!!

Scarabia!

7/10 as most of the boys, I enjoy the font and the club badge but the cap seems a bit out of place. HOWEVER! Kalim has a bow tie so that earns my heart.

8/10 the font is a bit funky but bro, look at Jamil! He looks so crazed in my peripheral vision and I like that.

Pomefiore!

10/10 he’s so majestic like look at the hair! And the font makes me happy, he shares a birthday with my friend and it’s 2 days before mine. He’s rocking that outfit and the jacket fits him well, the badges are pleasing to look at and it’s Vil.

9/10 the font throws me off but I think I like it. Rook literally can pull off fedoras and caps so well, the science club badge annoys me still but Rook looks amazing and is smiling in a somewhat not creepy way.

10/10 Epel looks to manly rn, literally amazing. The badges all look great, that font is cute and just, Epel.

Ignihyde!

10/10 he looks so cute??? I mean not is much as Ortho but he looks amazing??? The font annoys me but his ratness makes up for it, his ponytail is so fucking cute! And the cap!! Bro pulls it off.

20/10. Ortho is the most cutest, wholesome, brotherly, sweetest boy of all the boys. Literally would have him as my little brother if I could. Enough said.

Diasomnia!

8/10 Mal Mal is adorable and all, that waistcoat is genuinely my favourite, but the mix of cute and wet dog is too much, I love it. HIS LITTLE CLUB BADGE OH MY GOD- the font is funky in a good way and his nails are painted. I’d actually straighten his bow tie, dust off his jacket and tell him that whoever his date is are very lucky to have him, my son! Like??? He’s such a swaggy gentleman???

10/10! He’s got the bat-goth vibe and I love it! Peepaw is looking very stylish and amazing, though I don’t know if he’s posing like he’s an instagram girl or he’s an old man who lost his cane. Still, he is a viable old bat.

8/10 he looks a little stoic but that’s just Silver! I’d hug him (book 7…) though the font is weird it’s enjoyable.

7/10 it’s a bit basic but my boy looks happy! The font is loud and suits him well, as previously stated I really like the equestrian club badge. Sebek is like a son to me and my son gets 7 out of 10!

#twisted wonderland #brrr is rambling #twistober2023 #i actually don’t know what possessed me to write this #I’m biased if you couldn’t tell