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eimids · 4 months

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Making up SMUT

Leah Williamson x reader

They say best sex is make up sex? They are absolutely right.

I would like to say that this is pretty much pure filth besides the little plot in the start

Warnings: SMUT, FILTH :) (some anal stuff in the end, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink whups.)

Words: around 2k

"Can you just be quiet for a while" Leah said with an annoyed tone and even more annoyed expression on her face.

The day had been long and full of frustration. The reason behind all of the frustration and snarky comments was the fact that you were moving to a new place. You would think it's romantic but no, the reality was a lot of lifting, sweating, arguing and eye rolling.

"So I can't even breath and eat now without you complaining?" You snapped back with the same attitude.

"Yeah but can you just do it more quietly?"

"What the fuck Leah, how can I breathe more quie- Or you know whatever I'm gonna make the bed" You just said and left.

There wasn't a lot of things ready in the apartment but you decided that you would not sleep on a mattress on the floor. So you decided that the bed would be the one thing that would be all ready for the nigh, it only needed the blankets and pillows, everything else was ready.

It was already 21.30 and you just wanted the long day to end, you took you sweaty clothes off and grabbed some clean pillow cases to put on the pillows. You didn't get far though, you heard the sound of your girlfriend walking closer to you.

"I don't know what has been your problem today Leah but I'm so tired of-" you started while putting the pillow case on but didn't make it till the end of the sentence because Leah turned you around and kissed you roughly. It was all very unexpected so you gasped to the kiss which led Leah to dip her tongue in your mouth. You tried to dominate the kiss but both of you knew that it would be Leah who was controlling it.

You moaned to the kiss which was a mistake.

"You are such a slutty girl, even with being all annoyed at me and back talking to me, all you need is your pussy to be filled right? So fucking needy cunt you have huh?" Leah just smirked against your lips.

You rolled your eyes and tried to turn around but Leah's grip was stronger.

"Oh so now you are rolling your eyes at me again? Answer the question baby or you won't be getting anything else but denial today" Leah continued.

"Just fuck me already" You said and tried to kiss her again.

"Oh someone is feeling bratty today? Hmm, let's see what I can do about it" She simply said before pushing you to the bed.

It was easy to take your underwear off since you already didn't have any pants on.

Leah attacked your clit immediately. It was a surprise and you were right away overwhelmed with the pleasure. Leah was sucking hard and the moans that left your mouth were sinful.

"Feeling still bratty" Leah asked while stopping with her mouth, she instead brought her fingers to your opening and easily pushed two of them in.

"Shit Leah, harder" You moaned in a desperate need of an orgasm.

"Poor baby, you think you are the one making the calls here?" Leah laughed a little before pulling out of you.

Next her mouth was sucking on your clit once again, you were close in the matter of minutes from Leah pushing you to the bed but you knew that Leah was not gonna let you that easily off the hook.

Your moaning got louder as her sucking and flicking on your clit did. She was clearly on a mission but you did not know what her goal was. You just tried to enjoy the pleasure while it lasted.

"Leah can I cum?" You asked as you neared the edge.

"Do it but I will say that you will not enjoy this one" She answered you which you didn't even really register the last part.

You crossed the line and started coming but Leah just stop the second you did. You tried to bring your own hands back to where you needed them most but Leah denied it. It was the most unpleasant orgasm you had had in your entire life.

”Leah what?” You asked out of breath.

”I told you that you were not going to like it” She said casually and walked to one of the move in boxes on the floor. There was a little back that she took out. You already knew that it was going to be a strap but to your surprise it was a strap that also went inside Leah. It was weirdly shaped but all you wanted was to have that thing inside of you.

You were tired to think already with your fuzzy brain, all the brattines was slowly gone and you were ready to be anything Leah wanted you to be just to get another orgasm. And this time an actual orgasm.

"Hmm your pussy looks so pretty for me, already open and ready to take my strap. Wanna have this inside you baby?" Leah asked and you knew you didn't even have to give an answer because Leah was going to fuck you with the strap.

"Please" You pleaded for the first time of the night. It was quiet but that was all Leah needed.

Leah got on the bed and got rid of her own bottoms, throwing them somewhere in the room. Then she situated you closer to the wall and her fingers dove to your folds. You let out a moan but just like that Leah's fingers were gone.

You look at her and saw the gorgeous image of your girlfriend using your cum as a lube for herself to get her side of the dildo in. She slowly got it inside of her and toyed with it for awhile and you just sat there amazed. You couldn't take your eyes of off the sight of your girl fucking herself while using your arousal as lube. It drove you to another kind of submissive mode, one you had never felt before. All you wanted was to please Leah.

"Do you deserve my cock?" She asked you after she was all comfortable with her side if the dildo inside her.

"Yes please, need it so badly Lee, I need you please" You begged. It wasn't what Leah expected, she thought that the brattines was still there but she was happy to find out that she had (once again) turned you into a submissive mess. She did take a notice of how your entire demeanor changed so quickly and decided to keep an extra observant eye on you.

She had you on your back while she got the tip of the dildo teasing your folds. It already made you moan and whine.

"Please mommy" You pleaded. You didn't even realize the words slipping out of your mouth, as your brain was completely fuzzy.

Leah was surprised by the words but they brought another wave of wetness to her already wet heat. "Let mommy make you feel all better" She just went with it.

She lined the dildo to your whole, brought your legs to her shoulders and thrusted her hips all the way til they met your ass.

"Fuck, fuck mommy please" You moaned in pleasure. Her hips were slowly drawing moans and whimpers out of you.

"So pretty and good for me now, where was this girl earlier today?" She asked you while quickening her moves.

" 'm sorry mommy, just needed y- "You tried to start but one harder push of Leah's hips cut the sentence.

Leah just laughed and started pounding into you. You tried to say how good it feels but it all came out as blubbering mess. Your brain was working overtime trying to handle all the pleasure it was getting.

Somehow Leah was able to flip you around easily so you were on all fours. Ass in the air and ready to more pleasure. You now realized that Leah was full of surprises that day as you felt her fingers on your asshole. It made you jump a bit but it wasn't anything you hadn't had before.

"Shit I'm gonna strech this ass open and fuck you in both of your needy holes at the same time” Leah explained as she started to prop one lubed finger inside of your tight hole.

”God please” You moaned as you felt your tighter hole being stretched open.

“No god in this room baby, just me” You could hear the smirk in her voice. The stretch in your ass was everything you needed. You could feel the burn of her finger knuckle deep and another finger making its way in.

You were in another planet as Leah was opening your ass and pussy at the same time. It was all you needed, the burn in you ass as it was streched open, your cunt was filled so good and the moment Leah brought her finger to your already sensitive clit, you were a goner.

”Shit, shit, shit, shit” You kept moaning as one of the strongest orgasms took over your body. Leah knew that she was supposed to keep denying your orgasm but was just in awe to see you come so hardly with a strap in you pussy and her fingers in your ass.

”Keep coming baby, keep coming” Leah kept prolonging your orgasm. Her fingers were tired and she was also on the edge. Seeing you squirm and moan in pleasure was all she needed to be thrown over the edge.

She kept her fast pounding going to get the most pleasure out of the whole situation. She was in heaven as she saw you completely blissed out in front of her.

”Mhmm that was good”You mumbled to the mattress.

”You don’t think we are done yet? Oh no we have still a lot more to come, do you think I have forgotten how you told me about your little crush on McCabe? She might come over to see us and bring a little gift even” Leah said while once again turning you over after she removed her fingers and toy from inside of you. You saw the smirk on her face and were scared of what was to come.

”Look baby, you have made a mess on my cock” She said as she turned your face to see the strap that was still inside her. ”I think you should have to clean it because you just came without permission”

Your brain wasn’t working and you just stared at the dildo in front of you.

”I. said. clean. it” Leah said much more sternly now. Now your brain got the hint and lowered your face to the dildo. The taste of your own cum was salty but you didn’t care. You just kept bobbing your head up and down until you were gaggin on the toy.

”Mhmm so good but I think you still need a bit more to learn your lesson so you wont be snapping to me anymore” Leah smirked and as she said that there was a knock at the door.

��Mhmm baby. Maybe you should go open the door I think there might be someone for you” Leah said and helped you up from the bed.

Your brain was now working a bit better as you walked with your wobbly legs closer to the door. You were very conscious about the fact that you did not have any clothes on. Was this all along Leah's plan? Was she making you angry and annoyed to later bring someone else to the bed?

You shyly looked at Leah as you started opening the door. Leah gave you an encouraging smile and you unlocked the door, still naked, to the sight of Katie.

"Shit Leah what have you done already, I thought we were supposed to ruin her together" Katie said to Leah when she saw you already all fucked and a post orgasm smile on your face.

"She was getting all bratty so I had to teach her a little lesson before you come over" Leah said proudly.

You stepped out of the way to make Katie some room to get inside the apartment.

When you saw a bulge in Katie's pants, you knew it was going to be a long night.

#woso community #woso fanfics #wlw post #woso x reader #leah williamson #katie mccabe #leah williamson x reader #should i do a part two #i love these girls #arsenal wfc #leah williamson x you

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rickittys · 5 months

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𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

just thinking about things he’d do (╥﹏╥)

✓ loves when ur sucking him off and spitting all over his dick. pumping it over and over just looking up at them as he pants and whines, bucking his hips. making suchhh a mess but making him feel soooo good. ricky would craving it, calling you “good girl.” sucking on it and pumping him onto ur tongue. and just spitting on his tip so much asking, “tastes so good, wanna do it again…can i please? wanna make you feel good”. he’d pat your head and say, “of course baby, put your pretty lips on my dick again”

✓ cum on ur face after? you’d lick it all off and watch him seductively while sitting on his dick. “so big fuck…augh..mmm” as you start bouncing. whining, “fucking love you and your cock so much, make me feel so good. please i wanna cum too” he’d just smirk and watch, wouldn’t do a thing o(-<

✓ just thinking about him holding you against a drawer, legs around his waist as he pounds away. his head tilted and staring into ur eyes panting against you stuttering with curses, dick twitching. “how are you so tight Jesus, fuck. can’t cum yet” he’d hiss. literally can’t feel ur thighs from how fast he’s going. burying his face into your neck literally growling and stuffing you roughly fully over and over. gasping while he thrusts saying, “gonna. make. you. cum. right. now.”

✓ seeing you needy and rubbing at yourself… while he usually teases, he’s way too needy rn to do any of that. carries you to the bed and throws ur legs over his shoulders pushing inch of his thick cock inside over and over. “h-ha God…fuck baby love how tight you are. such a good girl”. eyes rolling back while he just pounds and bites his lip to hide his groans. “o-oh ha y-yes there ricky yes ple-please please!!” clenching uncontrollably running your mouth saying nonsense while he’s just as desperate and about to burst. “shit pussy’s too good.”

✓ bites at ur ankles to try and be quiet. would do anything to get you to cum including flipping u over between positions. he’d literally go sooooo slow and deep youd be creaming. just watching at how he’s stretching your tight hole out… really appealing to him like pulls all the way out, just the tip, pushes EVERYTHING inside -over and over. makes sure ball slapping can be heard fs. folding over u as he knows ur close mouthing at ur neck. “cmon come for me like a good girl cmon cmon. so close for me just a little more”. would come on ur ass. dipping his fingers inside u as you collapse and licks it clean off. that. stupid fucking smirk on his face making you clench around nothing while stickiness runs down ur legs

✓ kissing you sm after you’re done and cockwarming if you ask. hopefully he doesn’t get hard again bc then he’s not gonna stop lol. thinking he’d love lifting one of your legs while pounding from the back. he’d absolutely LOVE that shit (i’m projecting). would hit all the right spots. and say the dirtiest stuff in ur ear first thing in the morning. “h-ha already this wet this early?”. biting his lip as he pounds faster biting ur neck “a-augh shit so tight”. “spread a little more for me baby”. has you moaning into the pillow as he stuffs you and shoves cum inside. prolly falls asleep again lmao.

✓ he can get so desperate - hips stuttering, you can feel his dick stiffening as he tries to get you to cum first. he refuses to until u do!! “s-shit babe can feel you getting tight so tight..please cum for me”.

✓ mini dick analysis!! long, veiny, pretty-just like him💋 curves a bit and when he’s hard it’s against his stomach, esp after rubbing! deep rose tip leaks a bit when he’s exciteddd. feels so good inside, he never gets tired of seeing your reaction when you let every inch and ridge rub inside you. “yeah? like that? take it all baby, know you can do it”

#from dms with angel <3 #⌨️⊹ ࣪ ˖#zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #ricky smut #shen ricky smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 hard thoughts

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poppy-metal · 6 months

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fem jordan FUCKED OUT hair a MESS cheeks RED as they play with their pussy and make you watch, and you CAN FUCKINGNOT touch them orrr yourself, one hand grabbing and fondling one of their gorgeous tits, and the other digit is circling their needy clit, your eyes keep shying down and looking at them rub their nub raw but slow, you whimper, and they hiss, trying to hide how strung out they are but you know them too fuckinh well, a little scary infact, the way their thighs keep twitching and toes keep curling indicates they are more than ready to come, knees clicking together and spreading as they push a finger inside, you on your knees alongside plush blanket below you, an unimaginable amount of slick collecting and dripping from your hole, you clench feeling the heat spread, empty and somehow numb from a pleasure you aren’t even getting, just being near them made me freeze and feel a fire spread to your finger tips, seeing them like this you can barely control anything about yourself, your breathing absolutely ridiculously jagged, they shift their foot and the gather of the blanket feather like touches your clit and you roll your eyes humming to yourself to keep composure, “princess look at me” jordan huffs in demand, so sexy EVEN sexier due to the fact they need you to look at them to cum, jordan always fantasizes about you but especially your eyes, it was the first thing they noticed about you, well, before your tits but that neither here nor there, “jordieeee hmmm” you exasperate out, feeling the effect now of needing them somehow, you needed them to touch you, so bad “let me finish baby” jordan finger curbing and hitting their special spot “needy little girl huh?” your hips gyrating against the bed “no,” “do that again and i’ll stop” you pout at the words your lovely lover says, they pick up, speed fucking their hand faster almost fucking their fingers like a cock, three of them whole, “oh fucking god” they moan so earnest, their eyes droop even more and they bit their lip holding back a whimper or twelve, jordan feels it start to build even hotter, the sensation about to burst, they dip their head up a little father to get a good look at you, you get so shy but know they love looking at you, “ hmmm okay baby you can touch me now” they beging to rub their clit in fast circles with their thumb while continuing to thrust their fingers, you scoot over and put your hand on their calve “mmm” they purr at you lightly and they feel you spurend it a bit, “look at me hunny” they gasp and you can hear their pitch go up a bit higher indicating they are gonna cum, you look at them full on and lick your lips, your doe eyes tell them everything they need to know and what and have to have, and they cum like they never have before, “ holy hella, fucking-FUCK me” hot and warm and literally fire coals, their light abs tensing and releasing, finger slowing down but still giving their pussy baby strokes, they pull out and sit up straight, god they looked beautiful and perfect, their curls loving move wavy now due to the moving around and their nipples hard, jordan gives you a once over and then smirks “baby coke sit in daddy’s lap, yeah?” your crawl and sit right on their thighs, you put your hand on their forearm and caress it with your thumb, jordie takes their hand from you and brings it up to your mouth, you lol your tongue out and you have three long fingers gently shoved in your mouth, “good job” they praise and you suck, and lick, trailing it over their arrow tattoo on their middle finger, you take them out of your mouth and kiss the pointer finger the very tip JUST lick your would the head of jordan’s cock, they shiver, you smile as they kiss your cheek, “that’s a girl, now how about we check the situation we have going on down here” them trailing their slick hand from your spit and their cum down to your mound, so hot and ready to be absolutely destroyed, you can’t do shit but bat your lashes and moan, ANYWHO

bitch my pussy muscles went ⭕️❌️⭕️❌️⭕️❌️⭕️ while reading this are u KIDDING ME ?!?!?!?!?!?

jordan making you watch them touch themselves oh im gonna faint... blood rushing to my clit... them needing your eyes on them or they'll stop... not allowed to even grind your needy little puppycunt on anything... oh im...im...

the fingers that aren't pumping inside their tight cunt are rubbing their chubby clit between two fingers, jerking it like they would their own dick, because you're so fucking pretty, such a desperate slut. "fuck- spread your legs. show daddy your pussy," their voice is breathless cause they're so close, they just need to see between your legs, see that pretty princess cunt all leaky and throbbing for them. whining and spreading like they asked and jordan hissing as they fuck their hand faster, so wet their slick sloshed around their fingers. rubbing their clit raw to the sight of you. "spread it." they grunt. caveman speech lets you know they're right at the fucking cusp. "let me see - shittt - you know what i wanna see-"

feverish with desire and humiliation but you reach down anyway, laying back a little with your legs up, using both hands to reach between your legs and spread your lower folds apart - so the crease of your ass flowers open too - your tight little asshole on display along with your wet slit.

the groan jordan lets out is so fucking loud. you hear them curse - "oh fuck, baby. fuck you're so fucking good for daddy - look at that fuckin' hole clench - oh my god- shit, c'mere-"

you scramble up, crawling to them, let them grip the back of your skull and shove your face in their cunt, your lips gliding through the slick mess till you wrap them around their throbbing nub and jordans thighs come up around your head, locking you in, gripping you in place as they squirt in your mouth.

"fucking yes, holy shit. drink that shit - drink it all up, you fucking slut." they run their hand through your hair as they come down. thighs detaching from your ears as they sit up, your mouth falling from their cunt as their hands come down to tug you up and up, "c'mere."

they give you a wet open mouthed kiss before they're feeding you their fingers, slick with their cum, and you hum around them, pussy throbbing with emptiness as you bob your head up and down on the digits, drooling over them, eyes fluttering.

"fuck you love this, dont you-" they drag their fingers out only to grip your chin and give your head a little shake. "you want that little pussy taken care of, yeah? shes all hungry for some attention,huh?"

you jerk in their hold, hips humping their thigh wildly, anything to get friction on your bare needy cunt. jordan reaches around and spanks your ass once, making you yelp. "stop rutting me like a fucking puppy. is that what you are today?" their free hand slides between your thighs, cupping your mound - "this isn't a princess cunt, mm? its your little mutt pussy." you feel one of their fingers dip into your slit, rub back and forth and you nearly roll off their lap onto the floor.

some fluid immediately trickles out - cum, pee, slick, you don't know, you've just been so overworked and edged and its the first they've touched you and -

"god, you're fucking sloppy-" the squlech when they slide a finger into your hole is loud. fills the room. they feed you another two fingers, easy. "bounce on those, puppy. hump that pussy on my hand n' maybe ill get your special toy, hm? stretch that hole out. you want that? daddy in your little ass?"

as if you can answer, rocking on their fingers in aborted little jerks, mouth open, pussy pulsing. but you nod anyway. anything, anything they want. "yes, yes, daddy - yes-"

bastard.

#ask #sorry i lost the plot...#looks down at my hands #i got h word #jordan li smut #jordan li x reader

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macsimagines · 8 months

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Can you headcanon the reactions of yandere kanto mikey, rindou and sanzu when their crush jokingly kisses their cheek?😏

Your favorite bunny!

🐇

I hope work isn't killing you. It's tough out here in the working world. Adulting be tough🥹

Imissedyoumyfunnylittlerabbit

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, S/O AND SANZU BEING ASSES

Yandere!Kanto Manjiro Sano (AKA Mikey)

To you its a joke, to him it's everything. Things have been tense since Kanto was officially established. It seems like laughs were a luxury he couldn't afford.

But today you were on a roll. You'd stuck around by his side through everything and chose him over everything. Even if he was different, even if things were hard you tried so hard to bring out a smile in him.

You pulled out all of the stupid puns, even short jokes, and he finally caved and gave you a chuckle. Then you shot him this look like you would start crying, and hugged him like he would disappear if you let go.

"There's the adorable wittle Mikey!" you had laughed, even though he could tell you were just barely holding back from crying. You pecked his cheek, for comedic effect he knows.

However, this small moment solidified something in him. You weren't just someone loyal to Mikey. You were everything.

Yandere!Rindou Haitani

You were anything but ordinary. You bordered on obnoxious most days, but Rin had known you almost his whole life, and even if you never knew when to shut it you were a comfortable constant.

Rindou had been sick. He had woken up that morning feeling like absolute dog-shit and his brother had been no help. "I'm just gonna dip. Don't want to be infected with whatever nasty you got."

At least he was quiet. Maybe he could rest in piece-! "Guess who's here to nurse you back to health, shit-face!" Ya, no. He was stupid to think that YOU of all people would leave him alone.

But to his shock you kept your usual dogging to a minimum, and actually helped. You cleaned up a bit, calling him a piggy the whole time, and actually had made him some porridge. "Say aaah~ for the choo-choo, bitch."

When it was all said and done and you were going to leave, you had to at least fit one more dig at him. "Mama has to dip baby-boy. Here's a g'night kiss!" and you planted one right on his forehead.

Maybe if hadn't been so sick he would've told you to fuck right off, maybe the medicine had him too groggy to think clearly. Maybe that tugging in his chest when he felt your lips wasn't the flu...

Yandere! Sanzu Haruchiyo

Sanzu was obsessed, he was so sprung on you. He constantly would invade your personal space, and always would find an excuse to be touching you.

You on the other hand, were completely indifferent to his advances. Which only drove him more insane for you. It didn't matter what he said or did he'd always be met with ; "Ya. Sure." or "Naw. Not right now."

But he was persistent, he'd always be flirty and even if he was still his usual manic self he at least tried to be a little nicer with you. "Hey sweet-ass, finally ready to let Daddy take care of ya?" A little.

You never gave in, but one day when he was just hanging off of your shoulder and it was only you two in the room you did something that shook him to his core. "C'mon, why not a lil' kiss as a thank you for stayin' late?"

And you actually did it. Just a small peck on his cheek, barely skin to lip contact at all but it was still there. Then you hit him with the most shocking thing of the night; "No one will ever believe you."

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere rindou haitani #yandere sanzu haruchiyo

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bunnimatsu · 11 months

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How would the brothers feel about femdom?

gooooddd question anon

let’s find out shall we?

(NSFW under the cut)

osomatsu is kinda meh when it comes to a dominant partner. what i mean by that is that he just wants someone around him and he doesn’t care what the hell he gets lmfao. he’s nearly reaching his thirties, he’ll take what he can get.

with that being said, he’s R E A D Y for you.

when you guys start a scene, he’ll do those moans that you hear in porn (you know the overly exaggerated ones) because he thinks it’s something you’ll like to hear, but you kinda just roll your eyes and go harder.

and that’s where you’ll get him to actually make noise for you.

and my god is it the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard come from a man’s mouth.

i think he prefers you taking him via riding however.

i mean getting ass fucked is great and all but the feeling of your walls tightening around him while you’re on top of him? and then the overstimulation after he’s been milked 2 times but you’re still fucking the lights out of him?

my boy’s addicted to that.

karamatsu likes to pretend he’s some dominant alpha male who takes no shit from anyone but we all know that he’s just a bottom ready to be taken at any given moment.

when you came into his life, he thought he could fool you

but by heaven’s grace was he wrong.

the way he portrayed himself at first was something you chuckle at when you remember it.

he kept lowering his voice around you, touching you, telling you that you were all his….

oh how the tables turned when you looked at him with the most dangerous eyes and smiled all pretty to cover up the glint in your eyes.

“yeah? i’m all yours, karamatsu?”

the way your voice dipped was something that stained his brain forever.

and then you chuckled darkly as you pulled him in by the collar, leaning in close to his ear.

“that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart…..”

let’s just say he ended up really sore the next morning and didn’t look anyone in the eye except yours.

oh please, its choromatsu’s dream! while yes, he’s supposed to be a manly man and a straight one at that….

my boy needs the stress taken off of him.

look, all i’m saying is….

fuck this boy till he cries 🤷‍♀️

he’ll beg, he’ll whimper, he’ll absolutely sob out of desperation for you.

i’m not saying he’d prefer a dominant partner but….he’s not entirely opposed to it

while most of us sees ichimatsu as some dom that does obedience training, i honestly see him as a switch that leans towards sub a little more. but truly, i just think he doesn’t really care what kind of partner you are.

you want it rough? sure.

you want to fuck his ass? go for it.

ichimatsu’s all for it.

on the other hand, i think he’s drawn to dominant women tbh, idk there’s just something so alluring about them that makes his dick hard.

he’s a sadomasochist. (and y’all know how he sounded when he had a fucking flag pole get jabbed into his ass)

jyushimatsu is the most obedient boy you’ll ever meet. the minute you said “i’m gonna take care of you from here on out”, he was all in. he does everything you ask him to.

sometimes he has a touch of disobedience but that’s just to somewhat get of a rise out of you.

but mostly it’s him being your good little puppy.

todomatsu.

need i remind you of my pegging hcs?

no but seriously.

i genuinely think that todomatsu is a bit iffy on having a completely dominant partner. i mean don’t get him wrong, it’s great because he gets mind blowing sex just by talking back at you.

but sometimes it makes him like…feel somewhat ashamed of not being able to ‘be a man’ and all that.

i’m not saying he has toxic masculinity or anything but it’s more so on my personal headcanon of him being like “i’m kinda tired of being seen as someone who can’t fight back”, you know what i mean?

but i think he can adjust to his dominant girlfriend…

besides….

who said you were done pleasing me, [name]?

and that’s that my loves!

hope you enjoyed it, sorry about the vaguness but i really could not think of anything better than this. i still hoped you enjoyed me genuinely answering your question tho!

love you and see you in the next one,

jarvis <3

#osomatsu san #mr osomatsu x reader #osomatsu san imagine #osomatsu san headcanons #osomatsu #karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu #osomatsu smut #mr. osomatsu #mr. osomatsu smut #osomatsu san x reader #osomatsu san smut #jarvis.fics

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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@taznovembercelebration - Sweet

Look, it wasn't as if Taako liked Barry Bluejeans. That was a wild assumption to make straight off the back. This had layers. But if he needed evidence in like, a court situation, or something similar that totally wouldn't happen, where he needed to prove that Barry Bluejeans was awful and an absolute nerd and not good for Lup, he had three key points.

Number one: Lup had a bad taste in men. Granted, she said the same thing about him. But Lup had a very nasty history of choosing the guy whom Taako enjoyed being around the least. And that's not to say she needed to consult Taako every time she found someone new to date. Far from it! Actually, Taako was very glad she wasn't doing that. But from that guy who stole fifteen hundred dollars from them to the man who left the smell of cigars so deeply embedded in their sofa they had to get a new one, he was always very wary of whoever Lup was interested in next.

Number two: Barry was her colleague. From her job. Taako might not be an expert in the dating scene, but he was pretty sure that was a shitty idea. Sure, he seemed decent and nice at work, but who knew what this creep did in other places? Taako very much doubted that he volunteered at pet shelters or was working on curing cancer in his free time. The fact that he arrived in a large white van with zero windows besides the ones at the front seats definitely didn't help the vibe.

Taako didn't wish the man any harm. It was supposed to have been a quick drop-off- According to Lup, Barry hadn't been to work in the past few days due to his mother passing away. Understandable, normal. At least, probably normal, Taako wouldn't know. He was coming to give Lup the notes that he had for their project and then dip.

Platonically. Lup had very much stressed that this was platonic. Taako would have believed her if she hadn't stressed it so much that he started to doubt it.

Lup was still at work, of course, so Taako had to take them. Like a nice, kind brother would. She was making him chicken and dumplings later tonight so she wouldn't be in his debt. Again, totally normal sibling things.

So when Barry Bluejeans (Lup had to be fucking with him) knocked on their door, Taako answered.

Number three: Just like, look at the guy. He looked like a depressed oatmeal cookie. He looked like a grown-up Pillsbury Doughboy in jeans. He looked like if every Hallmark loser boyfriend was stuffed into one guy.

"Uhm, hey," Barry said. He sniffled a little. His eyes were red-rimmed. "This is for Lup."

He held out a thick, bright orange binder. Taako took it and almost, almost, faltered under the weight. Damn, scientists all must have some sick gains to be carrying around shit like this with them. But Taako took it and stood straight, trying not to look like he hadn't worked out since he barely passed his high school gym class.

"I'll get it to her," Taako said. Barry nodded, looking down at his feet instead of at Taako. Taako was strongly reminded of a kicked puppy.

"Thanks," Barry said, pathetically.

He didn't move. Neither did Taako. Barry looked up slightly, caught eye contact for half a second, and then looked down again.

"I'm, uh, I'm gonna get going," Barry said.

Thirty minutes later, Barry was sitting on Taako and Lup's new sofa and crying. Taako was patting his arm. There was a tub of ice cream in between them. Technically, Lup had told him not to eat it, because it was hers, but technically, this was an extenuating circumstance.

"I'm sorry," Barry said, wiping his eyes with one of the dozens of tissues Taako had given him. "I'll- I should get going-"

"You have said that three times in the last half hour, my man," Taako said. "Just accept that we're gonna eat all this ice cream and move on with it."

"Right," Barry said, with another sad sniffle. "I'm sorry, I'm not normally like this-"

"Uh-huh."

"It's just been really hard recently and I know I need to get back to work, but it's hard-"

"For sure."

"But I don't want Lup to have to do this project alone," he said. "That'd be super shitty of me. I just- I don't know what to do. Y'know?"

Taako did not, in fact, know. But he nodded anyway because the talking seemed to be helping.

"Listen," Taako said, slinging his arm around Barry's shoulders. "You're a tough little oatmeal cookie-"

"Th- thank you??"

"And I'm sure you'll get by just fine," Taako continued. "But you're right, leaving Lup to do all the work would be super shitty of you. No doubt. So maybe you can, uh, get out there and, uhm, make your mamma proud. Or whatever. Something like that. Not that she's already not proud of you. Or, uh, that she wasn't."

This was hard. Taako was bad at emotions. What about this guy made Taako want to comfort him instead of just shutting the door? Maybe Barry was an evil wizard using magic spells to lure both him and Lup into a false sense of security before he killed them or something.

"You think so?" Barry said, with such yearning and sweetness that Taako swore he was going to get a toothache. Lup liked this guy? This was the man Lup thought was funny and handsome, in a totally platonic and normal way, thank you very much Taako? This unseasoned piece of chicken eating all their ice cream and making his way through their issues?

He didn't sound like an evil wizard, that was for sure.

"Sure," Taako said easily. "I think that's how it works."

"Thank you," Barry said, his voice wobbly. "That'- that means a lot, Tah-ko."

"Taako," Taako corrected, patting him on the arm. "I'm gonna go get more ice cream. Gimme like, a hot sec and I'll be right back."

He got up from the couch and ducked into the kitchen before pulling his phone out. He shot Lup a text that said,

What are the chances that Barry Bluejeans is an evil sorcerer who runs off ice cream?

For someone who was at work, Lup replied very quickly with a,

Eight percent. He's too sweet to be a completely evil wizard. Maybe like, neutral evil, at most? Also, he's lactose intolerant.

"Goddamnit," Taako muttered.

#taz nc #taz november celebration #taako #barry bluejeans #blupjeans #kinda?#mine #ise cube writing

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randomgooberness · 1 year

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OKAY, WE FINALLY HAVE A PIRATE EPISODE! HERE YOU LITTLE MONSTERS GO!!! <3

Mind is written by @shineyfish

WARNINGS: violence(obviously), drug mentions, smoking, and unintentional self-harm.

They traveled through the doorway, leading them down to the rest of the railway system, which was water-logged. Aside from the few bursts of unconducted energy, the rest of the track didn't seem to be electrified. Gordon mentioned Benrey being a 'powerful asset' to the team, something that Mind was vocally against, but... He did have to admit that the thing was powerful.

They raced through the labyrinth of abandoned trackways - Literally, and Tommy won - before making their way up a ladder and to another hallway, higher up and filled to the brim with soldiers.

To which, hilariously, Mind's reaction was to start talking like a pirate.

"IF IT'S A FAIR FIGHT YER LOOKIN' FOR, THEN YE'VE COME TO THE WRONG MAN!"

Gordon, bewildered out of his skull, started cackling.

”YEAH!?” He screamed. “GET THE- GET THE- FUCK YEAH CAPTAIN MIND GET THEM! THEY DON'T HAVE ANY SKILLS GET THEIR ASSES!”

The encouragement only seemed to make Mind laugh with him, nailing the unlucky soldiers in the hallway.

"THE BATTLE BE A' RAGIN, TIS THE PERFECT TIME TA PLUNDER!"

He dipped into one of the side rooms, opening the boxes on the shelves in search of ammo, or anything valuable. He wasn't picky.

"It appears yer treasure be naught but a ruse, these boxes be empty!"

Gordon wheezed.

“BULLSHIT. WHERE'S OUR TREASURE.” He cackled. “CAPTAIN MIND, WHAT DO WE DO!?!”

“Loot the bodies,” Benrey said, making Gordon choke laughing.

“GET THEIR GUNS!”

"PLUNDER THE LOT A' THEM! SEIZE THE ARTILL'RY!"

Mind cackled, spinning his gun in his hand before shooting a bootboy. That was just showing off.

"YE CALL YERSELVES MARINES, BUT MARINERS I DINNAE SEE NONE! YER A BUNCH A' COWARDS AN' DEADWEIGHT!"

Gordon wheezed again.

“MAKE THEM FUCKIN- what is it- MAKE THEM WALK THE PLANK!!!” He laughed, following behind him. “Dude you need like, a cool eyepatch or something.”

"AYE, A' DO!"

Mind smiled back at Gordon, looking Genuinely happy.

"Although, a' dinnae want a hook fer a hand. That can be yer thing!"

The power absolutely going to his head, he pointed ahead with his gun.

"COMPANY, LETS SHOW THESE LANDLUBBERS TA FEAR TH' WAVES!"

“HOW AM I GONNA SHOOT WITH A HOOK HAND- wait actually hold on I got it-“

He took out his crowbar, grinning as he held it tight, and raced into battle alongside Mind.

“YAAAAARG!”

"YAAHAHAHAHAAAARRGG!"

Making good on his word, Mind looted almost every soldier's body that they came across, taking no prisoners.

"Tis but a shame, we be without our mechanical longboat! Would have made this voyage easier. Alas, tis no issue!"

"OUR WH- oh a train? YEAH. OUR UH. SHIP- I'm not good at this- let's- OH SHIT- YARG!" Gordon straight up brained a soldier he found in a room, and walked inside, spotting a security officer. "OH, THERE'S A GUY IN HERE!"

Mind snorted at Gordon not understanding the pirate talk, punching him in the shoulder about it before turning to the guard.

"AHOY THERE SQUIRE, WHAT SAY YE TA JOINING OUR CREW? I'LL GIVE YE A CUT A' ANY LOOT WE TAKE!"

The guard didn't react to the pirate voice, staring ahead at the two.

"Okay, why not.”

“Y-”

“Didn't want to die alone anyway."

Mind threw his hands in the air.

"YAAAAR! THAT BE THE SPIRIT! LET US CHARGE FORTH AND PAINT THE WALLS RED WITH BLOOD!"

Gordon started laughing so hard that he went into a coughing fit.

"LH- HHHVKKHCKLLETSSSGOOO! LETSSSGO!!!!!" He cried, stumbling to follow Mind out.

"C-Captain Mind!! There's- there are more soldiers on the port bow!" Tommy shouted, pointing at more soldiers approaching.

Captain Mind yelled as he rushed the soldiers, firing at them as he did. When he got close enough he ran out of bullets, and in a slight panic used the butt of the gun to knock one of them out.

He didn't expect everyone to go along with the pirate bit if he was being honest! He had to admit though he was a fan of the captain role. He should be the leader of these guys.

Gordon shot the knocked-out soldier right between the eyes. Meanwhile, the guard didn't take cover as he shot at soldiers in the distance.

As the bullets flew past, Mind fired back, yelling at the guard.

"GET DOWN, LAD, TAKE COVER!"

The guard did not get down or take cover and rag-dolled on the floor shortly after, the bullet hitting them in the shoulder.

Mind watched it happen with wide eyes.

"WELL WHAT USE ARE YE TAE US NOW?"

Gordon broke into cackling. It was a little stressed, but to be fair- that was extremely funny.

”WHY DID HE DO THAT!? WHY DID- ok lets- let's keep going- we shoul- actually, any idea, Captain??”

Mind paused for a second, smiling as he assesed the area, before pointing towards one of the rooms with his gun.

"Avast, an unchecked room. Could harbour mariners, brace yerself lad!"

His throat was starting to kill him a bit. He usually didn't commit to the pirate thing for this long, but he was having a great time and nobody could stop him.

"Gotcha- ready- or uh- aye-aye? Is that- READY!" Gordon cocked his gun and gave Mind a dumb smile.

"Lets unload hot piratey death!" Bubby cheered.

His crew was full of idiots. Laughing, Mind charged on ahead.

"THEM WHO DIE BE THE LUCKY ONES, AND THAR BE PLENTY O' LUCK GOIN ROUND TODAY!"

Inside the room was three soldiers, two of which were mowed down immediately, and the last one sat in one of the chairs, seemingly unaffected by the gunfire.

"ARISE, YE LANDLUBBING SCURR, AN' FACE YER DEATH LIKE A MAN!"

Mind had his gun raised to him, but the soldier did not rise, face scrunching up at the group.

"No, I don't feel like it."

"GET UP-! GET UP, ASSHOLE!" Gordon screamed at him, running and kicking the chair over.

Miraculously, the soldier managed to stay in the chair, unfazed. Mind shot nearby the soldier's head, an incredulous laugh escaping him. Wwwhatthefuck.

"STOPPP."

Gordon started laughing so hard he turned around and left the room, before walking back in.

"Get up!" He barked again, taking out his SMG. "GET UP, ASSHOLE!"

"Leave me aloooone!"

Mind was starting to lose it, what was with this guy??

"IGNORANCE CANNAE SAVE YE NOW, MATEY, DO AS HE SAYS!"

Confusion may have been apparent, but the pirate voice was unwavering.

A stray shot to the chair broke it completely, and the soldier was forced to stand, taking out his gun, but still acting as if the threat was just a minor inconvenience.

"You wanna stop- you wanna stop please?"

"WHAT- what are our chairs made out of!?" Gordon choked. "GUN ON THE GROUND, BUDDY. SET IT DOWN, NOW. I'LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING SKULL OUT, DON'T TEST ME-"

"God, you're so annoying."

Eyes shifting to the door for a split second, the soldier dashed out, pushing past Mind and Gordon as he did so.

"HEY, WHERE D'YE THINK YER GOIN?"

Without considering the possibility of a trap, which was strange for him, Mind ran after him.

"Come the FUCK on are you kidding me!" Gordon shouted at no one in particular, moreso the situation as he raced after them both- shooting rapidly.

Once the soldier darted out of sight, Gordon sighed, holding a hand up.

"STOP! Stop- we lost him." He looked to another dead soldier on the ground, noticing a lit cigar in his mouth.

Mind leaned over the railing, trying to spot where the guy went.

"Alas, he's slipperier than a fish out o' water."

He coughed, cringing slightly.

Turning to face the rest of the team, he gave them a smile.

"No a venture that we cannae take on! We'll find th' landlubbin' scurr if 's the last thing we do."

Gordon laughed a bit.

“Is the voice starting to hurt??”

"No."

Yes, but he wasn't going to be defeated that easily.

"Just a tad scratchy on the ol' throat."

“Alright,” Gordon rolled his eyes a little, chuckling, before bending over and picking up the cigar from the dead body. “Wait, hold on,”

He contemplated it for a moment, standing up, before taking a drag from it.

“Thats disgusting.” Bubby said.

Mind looked at him for a second.

Gross. You don't know where that's been. Sir.

It felt weird to see the man smoke, he just... Didn't seem like the type. Sure, Mind himself didn't smoke often, but he's been around enough smokers.

"... D'ye usually smoke? Ye didnae have th face fer it."

Gordon took in a really, really long drag.

“Y’gotta look good when you’re killing-“ He choked, before breaking into a massive coughing fit.

Mind snorted. Idiot.

"Ah, I ken now. Yer a professional. Best smoker in th' world."

“Smoking is a terrible habit!” Bubby snapped. Gordon paused, blinking, and dropped the cigar on the ground, stomping at it and pointing at Dr. Coomer with extreme fury.

”THIS ONE DRANK PISS!”

"That disnae give ye cancer."

Not helping.

“Not helping.” Gordon sighed. “Lets keep going. C’mon, captain.”

With another cough, Mind walked ahead of the group.

"Fuck-, Thar be another passage way, anchors away crew!"

The cough made Gordon cackle.

“Bro! Stop doing it if it hurts! If you lose your voice I’m making fun of you.” He wheezed, following.

Mind went to argue, keeping to the wall as shots fired at them, before coughing violently, behind cover.

"hhghbbbb. Thaaat's enough of that. I have about 20 more years of whiskey drinking before my voice sounds like that naturally."

He covered his mouth for a second, catching his breath.

"Do we still have problems?"

He looked out from the cover and gunfire shot past him immediately.

"We still have problems."

Gordon laughed, finding immense joy in Minds antics.

“Uh, well, we could send Benrey out, maybe- I haven’t seen him, though.”

Mind didn't look at him, but he did pause.

"... Knowing our luck, he'd either join them or just stand there like an idiot."

He made a small noise of consideration.

"This sounds like a job for Ambassador Pineapple!" He took out a grenade, "You'll be representing us on the floor, now go out there and work your magic!"

After throwing it at the problem, there was a couple seconds more of gunfire, an explosion, then silence. The entire time, Mind was twirling the pin in his hand.

"... And it sounds like we've come to a resolution!"

He ducked out of the cover.

"Testing, one two, testing... Well, I'm glad everything worked out."

“Ambassador Pineapple??” Gordon wheezed, following him out from under cover.

“G’oh, I miss him every day!” Dr. Coomer nodded. Bubby followed as well.

“I agree with everything he said.”

“I-It’s always good to have peaceful conver- conversations!” Tommy added, pointing his gun thoughtlessly.

Mind nodded.

"Ambassador Pineapple."

He did not explain further, exploring over the room.

"Everyone that matters is here and accounted for, so let's move on. This room wasn't heavily guarded for no reason, I refuse to..."

Ahead on the wall was a spray painted sign that read "Surrender Freemen". Normally, Mind would just pass it off as the education of the military, but...

Freemen.

Free men.

They knew.

He swallowed, staring at it.

Gordon was walking by it, completely unaware, until he noticed Mind staring.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, bud?” He asked brightly, walking over, before pausing as his eyes scanned the words over. “…ah.”

“…What the fuck? You cant graffiti, that’s against the law,” Bubby, who was graffiting an hour earlier, said. “They even spelled it wrong! Blasted military education.”

“Haha, yeah.” Gordon chuckled a little, though his expression wore the feeling of swallowing fire and being doused in ice. “Yeah they’re…stupid.”

Mind blinked a couple times, analysing Gordon's demeanor change.

... The fuck is that about?

He knew. He had to know, there was "no way he doesn't, I mean," the thing said free men. He needed to know that "means both of us."

He wrung out his hands, glancing between the sign and Gordon.

"No... No, he doesn't." They'd been through this, if Gordon knew, then he was "damn good at hiding it. Nobody can hide shit that well" without dropping too many clues.

I can trust him. "I have to."

He picked at his face, staring back at the sign.

His thoughts felt... Overlapping, repeating over themselves and crashing against his skull like waves. A slurry of He Knows, They Know, They All Know, it was difficult to hear much else.

He took a shaky breath.

"The morphine must be wearing off."

"...I don't think you should get another dose until tomorrow, man." Gordon muttered. "Are...you okay? It...is there something I don't...know? About this?"

He took a second, looking at the grafitti again, and then back to Mind, tilting his head, eyes full of the same emotion as before, and now worry.

"...You're talking to yourself again."

"I... Am I?"

Fuck.

He picked at the scars on his face, glancing away.

"No, it's... It's fine, man."

He couldn't look at Gordon.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know. He didn’t know. It was just "my brain being a dick to me," which was why he needed the fucking morphine.

God he hated this. He needed to "get this talking to myself shit under control, fast."

Taking out his gun, counted over the ammo, trying to focus on anything else.

"Let's... Go, let's go."

"Alright." Gordon huffed, following him. "...N'don't pick at your face, man. Our gloves are probably filthy."

#doodles #artists on tumblr #hlvraifm #gordon feetman #gordon freemind #freeman’s mind #SORRY IM UPLOADING THIS KINDA LATE FOR A LOTTA YOU BUT I NEED TO SHOW PEOPLE NOW NOW NOW ITS SO FUN

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blue-bluee · 1 year

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-ˋˏ S H Y ˎˊ —> Chapter 2

Characters: Quorch, Lyle, Z-Dog, Mansk, Sir Jameson (hes a cat), little bit of General Ardmore.

Warnings: Fluff! Lots! Cute recoms with a kitty! General A is a bitch as per usual. Angst if you squint.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (You’re here!)

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“How am I supposed to know cats like to eat?? I’ve never had a cat before and he’s just a lil guys why can he just eat some rice or sumthin.” Z-Dog rolled her eyes at Lyle.

“Oh my god it isn’t that hard to maybe fry up some fish or maybe some sort of unseasoned meat? Move I need to check on the sink.” She said, shoving him aside. He raised his hands in surrender, eyes widened.

“Yes ma’am.”

She was running a small bath for the black kitty in the sink, while she waited for him and Quaritch to get acquainted. She smiled at the thought of how the kitty snuggled into her chest while she carried him, surprised that he didn’t bite or scratch her.

“Mansk!” She called, dipping her finger in the lukewarm water filling the sink. Mansk say up from where he was laying in the floor.

“Yes’m?” He asked, obviously having almost falling asleep.

She sighed as she looked at him, his shirt hair somehow messed up and his sunglasses crooked. “Can you make the cat a bed?” He smiled as his tail started wagging in excitement.

“Oh my god yes I can I have some stuff that I can use I’ll be right back-“ he said, starting to run to his room when he ran into Lyle, who was holding many fruits in his hands, trying desperately to figure out what to feed him.

“Oh my god you two are useless.” She said exasperated. “Alright the waters warm enough for lil man. I’ll go get him. You two,” she said glaring at the two on the floor. “Do something useful. Or else I’ll tattoo your foreheads.”

All she heard while she walked down the hall was hushed whispers and gasps.

“I see you two had fun while I was gone.”

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Sir Jameson was pleased to have a name.

He smiled in that silly way that cats do as he trailed behind Z-Dog, his little tail wagging.

“Awww, guys look he’s happy!” She smiled, poking Lyle in the shoulder.

“I’m so glad we came up with that name. See! We did something useful!” He said proudly, his tail wagging with pride. It caught the kitties attention, seeing the black tuft of fur at the end of his tail move around he couldn’t help but jump at it.

He may have also latched onto it with his teeth and teeny claws.

“OH MY FUCK-“ yelled out Lyle, causing Mansk and Z-Dog to fall down with laughter.

He head heavy footsteps from behind them all, and a light snicker.

“Y’all should know better. He’s so small YALL could have smushed him.” Said Quaritch.

“S-sorry boss.” Mansk wheezed, still shaking with laughter.

“HE BIT MY TAIL” cried Lyle, simply shook.

“Stop waggin it then.” He said, picking up Sir Jameson.

“Cmon, let’s get you clean huh?” Z-Dog wiped tears from her eyes then reached for the lil kitty, Quaritch handing him over to her.

“Go wash your hands.” She nodded to him, dirt covering his hands. “Sir Jameson here hasn’t had a bath in a really long time, haven’t you lip guy? Oh that’s right, you haven’t-“

“Can you stop with the baby talk.” Asked Lyle. She stared at him point blank.

“Nope absolutely not he is my little fellow, my sweet summer child. Look at him he is smaller than an actual baby he’s perfect for baby talk.”

“When he gets older he’s gonna stare at you the way you glare at me.”

“You are one-hundred percent wrong. He is a sweet lil man he won’t betray us that way.”

“Shit up and give the lil stinker a bath already.” He rolled his eyes at her.

“You shut up and make him some damn food.” She turned away from them all, her tail swishing behind her as she sauntered away. She held him outwards, with his face towards her as she spoke gently to him.

“You gonna be a brave man for me? The water ain’t to hot but I’m not sure if you’ll like it. You can scratch me if it’s too hot okay?”

Then she lowered him into the sink, his little body scrunching when he touched the water.

It was warm. He missed warm.

But he wasn’t used to it.

His little body was shaking at the amount of effort it took for him to keep his little legs and tail scrunched.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, it’s just water. It won’t hurt you okay? Nothing is gonna hurt you.” Said Z-Dog, petting his head with one of her fingers. He was that tiny compared to the recoms.

He looked at her face as she smiled a little, and he decided that it must be okay to just touch it a little. They didn’t throw him yet so maybe this means that they were gonna keep him forever.

He dipped his little paws in the water, and he hadn’t felt such relief for a while. It relaxed him, and made all his muscles go all soft and relaxed.

He really liked it.

Then he sat down in the water. He ducked his little head into the water, warming his whole body. He closed his eyes and meowed happily at Z-Dog, as she had his little face held in her hand, as she gently lathered soap into his matted fur, massaging out all the dirt.

Quaritch leaned over to look at the kitty, peering over her shoulder. “Lil man was real dirty. Poor guy. Knock on my door when you’re done, I’ll have a lil present for him.

She nodded, not saying a word, only smiling at the little kitty.

“You really needed this didnt you Sir Jameson?”

He purred.

When he was all clean, and wrapped into a little tea-towel (he was too small for a regular towel, especially since their towels were really big because of their size) she carried him to Quaritchs room, and softly knocked.

“Yup?” He called from inside.

“Open up, kitty’s all clean.” They both heard his heavy footsteps coming towards the door.

“Ta-da!” He smiled opening the door. There were old shirts that lay ripped up on his bed, torn to scraps, and bandages all over his blue fingers. Sewing supplies lay all over the room, a small box overflowing with hidden supplies.

Z-Dog smiled. “You made him a lil blanky?” Both their ears perked up at the excited little meow he let out.

“Yeah, figured if he’s gonna stay he needed some little comfort.”

“I FINISHED HIS BED!” Said Mansk, carrying one of his hats towards them, filled with an old T-shirt full of cotton balls.

“It isn’t much but I figured he would like it.” He shrugged, holding out the hat.

“I think he likes it.” Said Z-Dog smiling down it him, wagging her finger in his face for little scratchies.

He licked her finger.

“Where will he sleep?”

“I guess we just let him choose that himself. Let him wander around, take a look. Leave all your doors open, see which one he really likes.”

They found him sleeping on Quaritchs pillow.

So they put a little hand warmer in the cotton filling, grabbed him and gently placed him in the hat, then covered him with the patch-blanket Quaritch made him.

He felt warm.

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A/N: plz help I forgot how to do the (read more) 😭

#avatar angst #avatar #avatar mansk #avatar recoms #avatar fluff #colonel quaritch #quaritch x reader #recom quaritch

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jaylaxies · 2 years

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Man, I love Sunghoon so much, I want him to rail me. I want to be his cum slut. I want to be his literal cumdumpster. I’d feel no shame. He can literally cover me in his seed and I’d be laying there all sticky with a full ass smug smile after being fucked senseless by him. I want a one way ticket to Sunghoon pound town and I never want to come back. I want my thighs to be bruised by how hard and how fast he’s slamming into me and I want him to mark me, want him to leave bites all over my tits and hand prints around my throat. Want him to pull my hair, and shove his fingers down my throat after he finger fucks his cum back into me because that shit is jam packed, ain’t got enough pussy room for all the loads he’s gonna be dropping in this cooch.

I want him to absolutely demolish me. I want him to leave me breathless and teary eyed from overstimulation. I want him to leave my legs shaking as he smirks down at me cause he knows he’s the one that’s got me like that. The praise that’ll pour from his lips because I take him so well, and the stupid smug look on his face when I’m begging him for another round because I can’t get enough of how good he feels when he’s inside me. I want him to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk straight for a good three days which would only make him more cocky.

The sheen of sweat that would cover him by round five would have him glistening in the light of the room and god he’d look so fucking good. He’d maintain eye contact because he finds great pride in the fucked out look in your eyes. Ugh. If you even try to break eye contact with him he’d grip your hair or grab your chin to force you to look at him. He loves it, he finds it both sexy and adorable.

But also if I ever saw him in real life I’m pretty sure I’d pass out and turn into a puddle and cry because he’s so perfect. I wouldn’t even be able to say hello, I’d probably just dip and look like a fool.

Also, may I be ⛸ anon?

this is perfect lord i have nothing to add except for the fact that he'll do you so good, you'll be seeing stars and drooling over how good he fucks you, deep and spanks you, groaning at your tightness </3

and yes! welcome to the family, anonnie <3

#⛸ anon #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon smut

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fbfh · 2 years

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steve x reader pampering you on your period hcs

wc: 900

pairing: steve x afab reader (no pronouns)

genre: toothrotting fluff, some fluffy smut

warnings: babying/coddling/steve being an ABSOLUTE daddy, mention of breeding kink (obviously it's steve), reader has their period, cramps and period adjacent stuff, implied size kink/steve has big hands and arms, petnames (princess peach angel), one fleeting "periods suck I want a hysterectomy" comment, steve lowkey tracks your menstrual cycle (in a caring way not a creepy way), steve calls himself daddy (duh), a literal stupid amount of clit rubbing, praise kink, emotional intimacy kink (steve can't stop saying I love you aww), reader is called pretty (cause you are <3), brief mention of humping steve's thigh in your sleep (the dream)

a/n: I want steve to baby me so goddamn bad. time to cry over this lol

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @the-snake-pit @ilikemypolarbear @hxgemxscles @demirunner @paris-loves-dustin

as with all smutty content all characters are over 18!!!! minors dni thx!!!!!

Steve Harrington

“The hair”

King Steve

Your Stevie

He’s so affectionate, so nurturing

He’s naturally such a caring person that he babies you a little all the time

Usually in a way that makes your stomach twist and flutter when he’s walking somewhere with his hand low on your back

Or when he holds your face in his hands to check on you

“Did you have something to eat yet today? Hm? C’mon, I’ll make you something to eat, on the house.”

Ohhh my god it makes your heart pound and your pussy throb

Your ovaries literally cramp up for this man

Literally the second things in Hawkins calm down a little, you’re going to look him dead in the eye, put his hand on your lower tummy, and tell him you’re ovulating

He will be instantly hard when you put his hand on your tummy

And you know he’s going to pump your cute little pussy full of him, full of his cum until you’re pregnant

Unfortunately for you, today you’re cramping up because you got your period

You haven’t even gotten out of bed yet and you know

The feeling is unmistakable

You let out a little whine

Maybe if you don’t move it will go away

You’re usually up by now, Steve guesses you must be sleepier than usual

He meets you back in his bed where you’re still curled up in a little ball under his duvet with a coffee or tea or whatever your preferred beverage is, just the way he knows you like it

You feel the bed dip

You don’t immediately attack him with kisses, so he knows something’s up

His hand, big and warm comes to rest on your back, rubbing soothing shapes

“What’s wrong, princess?”

His voice is so low and caring and you can feel his love for you radiating off of you

“Got my period…” you mutter into the bedsheets

You feel like shit

You don’t want to move, you don’t want to cry

You just want ibuprofen and a hysterectomy

“Aw, peach,” he coos, brushing his finger across your forehead and placing a kiss along your hairline

Honestly, he was expecting this

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t keep an eye on your cycle?

“Don’t move a muscle, angle, daddy’s got you.”

He kisses you again, tucking you back into bed, and leaving the room

He comes back a few minutes later, and lifts up the covers enough to settle a hot water bottle against your skin, nestling it into the bend of you hip at the exact right place

You whine at how good it feels

He moves you to lean up on your elbow

“Open,” he directs, placing two painkillers in your mouth and raising a glass of water to your mouth

He doesn’t need to direct you to swallow, but he does anyway

It’s not an unfamiliar command, and it makes you shift your hips a little and squeeze your thighs together

He moves you to lay back down and begins rubbing your back again, checking his watch to make note of the time

“Alright, you can take more just before lunch,” he mutters to himself

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he begins, and you scooch closer to lay your head on his lap, “We’re going to stay here for a few minutes until your cramps ease up, get you in a shower, then we’re gonna hole back up in here and watch movies until you feel better, and you’re not going to lift a finger. M’kay?”

He looks down at you for confirmation, and you nod

“‘Kay,” you mutter into his lap

He really can’t believe how goddamn cute you are

So that’s exactly what you do

And he sticks to his word, not letting you lift a finger

He brushes your teeth for you, puts deep conditioner in your hair, wipes some toner and moisturizer over your face

He knows how period breakouts can stress you out

You spend the rest of the day bundled up on the couch watching your favorite movies

He wraps you up in your favorite blanket, puts your head on his lap or chest, and rubs your lower back

Feeds you chocolate and snacks when you get fussy yk

Comforts you through your other symptoms

Lets you rant to him if you have any mood swings

If you get horny

Which who wouldn’t around Steve

He puts you between his legs with your back against his warm chest

Wraps his big old arms around you

And rubs the shit out of your little clit through your panties while peppering your face with kisses

Praises you SO FUCKING MUCH

Tells you over and over and over how much he loves you

How pretty you are, how much he loves spoiling you, how good you are to him

If you really really want him to

He’ll stick his fingers down the waistband of your panties and rub your little clitty absolutely raw

After he’s made you cum at LEAST half a dozen times just from rubbing those light little circles, he gets you settled into his side for a nap

He caresses your cheek with his thumb, watching you sleep, chuckling when you squirm in your sleep and hump his thigh

Periods are shitty

But they’re actually kind of nice if they’re an excuse for Stevie to baby you

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #stranger things fluff #stranger things smut #stranger things headcanons #steve harrington headcanons

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fourmula1 · 2 years

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Would you consider writing more apocalypse maxiel please? 🥺

Daniel knew they couldn’t stay here forever. It was nice to just pretend, for a little while, though.

He’d broken in through an unlocked window, heaved his body up and through where he’d landed in a back bedroom – a guest bedroom, by the bland looks of it.

Daniel adjusted the bandana up over his face a bit, the bottom bits tucked into the zip of his hoodie, close around his face. He’d have to clear the house before he could let Max inside and he didn’t really know how effective covering his face was to the virus but. So far he and Max were okay.

Daniel didn’t want to risk any infected persons being in the house, though. Or corpses. The world went to fucking shit before the research was really out on if dead bodies were a risk or not. No one knew. He didn’t want to risk it.

Quietly, bow knife in his hand, Daniel crept out of the bedroom and into the hall where he peered into a master suite. The bed sheets were rumpled, but everything was dusty. No one had been here in some time. He continued down to the second room, an office, and found more dust and papers strewn about. This neighbourhood hadn’t been ransacked, which Daniel was surprised to learn. They’d seen no signs of other life when they came through and Daniel was kind of grateful. It’d been him and Max alone for a little while. They’d met people here and there, stayed a few nights with a group or two, but for the most part Max didn’t trust anyone but Daniel, and Daniel found it hard to find fault in that.

Creeping down the hall Daniel peered into the living room, the kitchen, and found nothing. Relieved, he approached the front door to let Max in. He’d left Max out hiding in the driveway behind an abandoned car, told him to come find Daniel if he’d not emerged in five minutes.

Turning the lock, the door creaked open and Daniel stuck his head out.

“Max,” he called, waiting for Max to join him, locking the door back behind when Max slipped inside. He tugged the bandana down off his face, safe to breathe in the walls of this abandoned home.

“This is nice,” Max said as he glanced around. It’d be a good stop for the night. For a few nights. Before the need for water and food pushed them on again.

“I checked all the rooms, no one’s been here in ages,” Daniel said as he slid his knife back into the holster on his hip. “I’m gonna see if there’s anything edible in the cupboards,” he said, heading off for the kitchen. Max dropped their backpack by the door and sighed, relieved briefly of the weight of carrying their entire lives on his back.

Daniel opened the pantry cupboards, checked for non-perishables, anything they could eat or take with them. Dusty canisters of baking ingredients, an unopened bag of chocolate chips (he’s definitely taking it), a few cans of vegetables – green beans, corn, mixed vegetables - , and two cans of chicken noodle soup. Daniel groans in appreciation. The expiration dates are good, they’re eating tonight.

“Oh my god!” Max cries from down the hall, but it’s excited, not terrified. Daniel almost panics as he yanks his head out of the cupboard and moves to the hallway entrance to shout after him.

“What? What is it?” He asks, grinning as Max’s head pops out from the bathroom. In his hand he’s holding an electric razor.

“It’s battery operated! It works!” He says, eyes lit up in a way Daniel hasn’t seen in a long time. Daniel can’t help but to laugh – delighted, thrilled, so appreciative of the tiniest things in life, these days. Max absolutely hates his facial hair; patchy, itchy, nothing he’s gotten used to as they’ve been on the move.

“Your lucky day, Maxy,” Daniel grins, laughing and shaking his head. “Have at ‘er,” he says as he dips back to the kitchen. The power grid has been out for weeks at this point and he knows there’s no hope of using the stove or microwave.

Luck strikes him in his investigation of the garage. A camp-stove powered by propane. He lugs it out to the backyard, sets up on the little deck of the house and goes back inside the patio doors to find a can opener and a pot to cook their soup.

When Max emerges he’s almost clean-shaven; as clean as an electric razor can get, and Daniel’s heart clenches. There’s his sweet, beautiful, boyish face. Daniel loves all the Maxes he’s seen over the years but he really hasn’t seen this one in a long time and he takes the opportunity to run his fingertips over Max’s cheeks, pulls him in for a kiss.

“Pretty,” Daniel says before going back to turn the little stove off.

He’s grateful for this little respite with the locked doors and windows, a bed to sleep in. He knows it won’t be forever. Others will be out prowling in the exact same way they are, and they’ve learned by now that most people cannot be trusted these days.

Soon what little food left behind here will run out, and even sooner their water will, and they’ll be off once more.

For now, sat at a kitchen table, eating with real dishes and cutlery like a normal person, Daniel savours it and lets himself have just this moment of peace.

#apocalypse maxiel #my ficlet

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seancekitsch · 2 years

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Die with your Boots on: Part 3, a Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

part one, part two here

warnings: vampire shit, cursing, possessive eddie, steve is fed up with couples arguing, surprisingly sweet smut, maybe angst, insecurities, maybe sinister implications

Things fall into a pattern in the Harrington household. Steve goes to work, you go on job interviews (refusing to apply to Family Video and frustrating Steve to no end), and Eddie mostly just manages. He eats about three times a week, and doesn’t have to sleep during the day, but he does have to stay away from the windows.

Tonight you come bounding into the house, an excited look on your face. It’s something Steve and Eddie were getting used to seeing again. It’s clear you’ve interrupted some conversation between the two men, but Eddie greets you with a tight hug and a kiss to the forehead.

“What's got my lady so happy tonight?” Eddie asks, leading you to the kitchen island where he and Steve were.

“I got a job!” you announce to the both of them, not holding back your voice and nearly shouting.

“That's great!” Steve praises, “Where?”

“At a bar right outside of Marion! Like, thirty minutes from here?”

“Yeah, I know that area,” Eddie says, not exactly sounding like he wants to celebrate anymore.

“What's wrong, Eds?”

He sighs deeply, really wanting to be excited for you, but he knows you and you’ll fight him on this. He knows exactly the type of place youre talking about, dark and dirty, everything in the bar wet for some reason. Married truckers and cops and washed up scuzzballs that rough up the cute young bartenders or follow them out to their car when clearly all they want to do is go home and study for their college courses.

“I wanna be able to come check up on you okay? If you work night shifts, I’ll be there.”

You nod slowly, the smile dropping from your face. Steve excuses himself, something about not wanting to hear a couple fighting even when his parents are absent.

“Do you not trust me?” you ask, already leaning away from him and crossing your arms. He already knows it’ll be a scuffle when you get like this, stubborn to a fault. He loves it an equal amount to how much he absolutely hates it, especially because Eddie always lets you get your way.

“I do, Babe,’ he sighs, “I’ve done shows in little bars near Marion. I don’t wanna see those guys that hang out be gross with you.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“I think I can handle myself just fine. I don’t need you to eat anyone who gives me a big tip.”

It’s his turn to scoff and get mad.

“What, you think I’m jealous of some slobs who don’t treat women right?”

“I think you might be a little possessive! Don’t you remember high school?”

“All six years of it?” he snarks back, putting his hands on his hips.

“I never got to go to prom because you scared off everyone that asked! I totally believe you would scare off big tippers. We need the money, Eds.”

Eddie only scoffs, muttering something about you having a better time prom night somewhere else.

He runs his tongue over one of his fangs, new and sharp. You sigh and shake your head at him. He’s impossible.

“Might do more than scare,” he says nonchalantly.

“You’re gonna fuckin eat my customers?” You ask, trying to sound angry but your gaze softens and the laugh in your tone is apparent. He won this round.

“Yeah maybe,” he replies cooly.

“If they touch you,” he adds, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You try hard to suppress the shiver going down your spine, but with Eddie’s heightened senses, you can’t get anything past him.

“Oh, did you like that?” he asks, tone immediately changes, and he steps forward, invading your space. You step back until the small of your back hits the stone counter of the kitchen.

“N-no?” you stutter, and his arms come around either side of you to lean against the counter, trapping you between him and it.

“I think you’re lying, Darling. I can smell it on you. I can hear your heart racing,” He dips his head low, whispering in your ear as he presses further against you. For either dramatics or his own selfishness, he inhales deeply as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck

“Maybe I like my guys possessive,” you admit smiling bashfully and turning your head away from him, but that’s not even half of it.

You like Eddie possessive; you like Eddie being so possessive he’d fight (or worse) for you. You liked that even when Eddie was just a friend in high school he was like your attack dog ready to get anyone who looked at you wrong. You just wished that when he scared away your prom date he would have taken you to somewhere a bit more intimate than Reefer Rick’s house and done something a little more with you than just smoked you out and set off fireworks high with you.

You can’t even hide the fact that him being some kind of vampire or something is fucking hot to you. His strength, the ease in which he can just carry you both onto the roof to watch the stars and do anything he wants. He has you a blushing mess, even in front of others, when he can throw you over his shoulder like you’re featherlight, when something as simple as your pulse can have him hard as a rock. He’s all over you, and you have a feeling it’s more than just the fact that he can finally say ‘I love you’ behind that.

And it's not like you haven't tried to be… intimate. The two of you try to get down to it, the most recent time he actually had your shirt off and had you writhing beneath him before he had to pull back. It's hard for him, he explained to you, because if he hasn't fed recently the urge can be for him to devour you instead of to ravish you. You notice the way his eyes glaze over and his brow furrows in frustration right before he pulls away from you, ripping himself from your grasp as if he’d been burned. You know it's not personal, but it still hurts a bit to be rejected like that. Part of you worries about his hunger, but deep in your heart of hearts you know he would never hurt you, not really.

“Well I guess it's good you chose me, huh?” he whispers, lips now ghosting over the shell of your ear. Your hands come up over his back, rubbing light circles against his shoulder blades. You practically melt into his embrace, letting him press you by the hips into the counter as he leans forward, your back arching to accommodate him.

“Uh huh,” you mutter, words failing you currently. How was he so fucking hot?

“Uh huh?” he mimics the breathiness of your voice, “That all you got? Baby, use your fuckin words. You know you got a mouth on you.”

His lips find your neck, mouthing at your pulse point teasingly before he presses more kisses down the column of your throat. He holds you close to him, enjoying the feeling of your body against his, taking extra care to press your chest against his. Eddies hands move all around you, groping at any part of you he can reach.

Eddie grabs you under your arms and hoists you up onto the counter, not gently, but then quickly settles in, his hips now between your thighs as he gets himself even closer to you.

“You like this top?” he asks, already pawing at the buttons.

“Eddie, don’t,” you warn, already knowing if you were to hesitate he wouldn’t. He would rip the buttons right off and pull the shirt apart.

He whines a little and pouts, but then gets to work; deft fingers working the buttons from their clasps quickly so he can pull the shirt from where it’s tucked into your jeans and throw it somewhere across the kitchen.

He presses kisses all over your chest and collarbones, mouthing and moaning on you and leaving a trail of spit in his wake.

“So pretty, so fucking pretty,” he groans, and you can only arch further into him, your head falling back as you flourish under his touch.

He makes his way back up, finally capturing your lips in a long awaited kiss, wet and sloppy. He licks at your lips until they part and then is quick to push his tongue into your mouth. It's imperfect and messy and so perfectly Eddie. It's exactly how you always imagined he would kiss you.

When you were just friends, he was still so tactile, always hands on you, any kiss on the forehead or cheek would be messy and smear up your makeup. Now that you think back on it though, his reasons for being all over you probably weren't so innocent.

Your hands roam his body, palms coming up over his shoulders and rubbing against his chest where you can reach, soft skin against the soft worn material of his motorhead shirt. You reach down, towards the hem of his shirt. He seems to anticipate this, and his own hands grasp your wrists and pull them away, stopping your movement. He pulls away, worry in evident in his eyes, previously dilated with lust.

“If we— can we,” Eddie stutters, his bravado and confidence fading fast, his eyes darting between you and the stairs.

“Let’s go upstairs,” you offer, sparing his nerves. He helps you off the counter, removing your hands from under his shirt as he does so and leads you towards the stairs. Almost all of the urgency of his movements has faded away.

He opens the door to the guest room- your bedroom- almost timidly and leads you to the bed, where you instantly drop onto it. Eddie chews his lip, his fangs poking out every few seconds.

“Eds, baby, whats up?” you ask, “Are you… hungry?”

You try to put it lightly, you don't want to set him off. He shakes his head, his lovely curls shaking wildly as well.

“Nah I- I had a go at the meat freezer earlier.”

You stand up to try to embrace him again but he steps back.

“Are you okay?” you ask, a slight edge in your voice. You're not mad at him, you're not, but Eddie is always at least recently direct with you. He tells you what he’s thinking, what different stimuli are doing to his new senses and experiences. If this is a vampire thing, you need to know, sooner rather than later.

He sighs and looks down at your slightly shaking hands. Maybe he shouldn't do it.

“I don't want to scare you away.”

You shake your head, ready to refute him, but he keeps going.

“I don't look like I used to. I know I wasn't exactly Eddie Van Halen before but I’m downright ugly now, sweetheart.”

Your shoulders sag, your heart breaking for him.

“Eddie you know I only said I liked Van Valen was so I could say ‘I have a crush on Eddie’ without embarrassing myself, right?”

Well shit, he didn't. He smiles a little at that.

“You've always been handsome. I promise I’ll like what I see.”

Your hand reaches out for him encouraging him to get close again. He doesn't, but he takes a step closer.

Well, don't say I didn't warn you, darling.”

He lifts up his shirt slowly, refusing to meet your gaze. You were there when it happened, so you know what to expect, just maybe not as scarring. You saw him bloodied and holey. Pale purple and white scar tissue litters his skin, one of his hips looks marred and torn like a road in need of paving. His light happy trail that leads all the way up to the bottom of his belly button is interrupted by another tear of flesh, this one darker than the others you see. Eddie sighs as he pulls the tee shirt the rest of the way over his head, and he continues to look anywhere but at you. Suddenly, it’s like the sneakers Steve had leant Eddie in the corner were the most interesting things in the world.

The scarring gets worse the closer to his neck it gets. His right nipple is entirely gone, his pectoral on that side a shredded flat panel of near white scar tissue so much paler than the rest of his skin.

Your heart is fucking broken. How had he survived this? Vampire or not, he must have been more bloodied chew toy than young man for an agonizing amount of time. Despite this, you don't find yourself missing his old body. This is the body of your boyfriend, the man you love. You can't help but love every scar. It's all part of him.

You stand up off the bed, and enter his space. He tries to dodge your gaze, but you're nothing if not stubborn, bobbing your head until he can't escape you and he finally looks at you.

“You didn't need to hide this from me,” you whisper, as if you’d scare him if you speak louder.

Your hands gently reach out to touch him, his cool skin a contrast to yours. His skin is still smooth, where there isn't scarring. The scars don't feel rough like you'd imagine, though; the raised texture doesn't feel much different from your own scars. You run your hands up and down his chest, careful to avoid the purpled scars as those ones look more painful. His eyes are trained on you, dark brown and wet like he's ready to cry.

“You're so strong, Eddie, thank you for trusting me with this,” you punctuate this with a kiss to the top of his marred pectoral, then another kiss right above his heart.

“You're sure you want this?” He asks, his voice wavering.

You only nod, offering him a reassuring smile and all of the silent love in your heart.

Eddie grabs you again, this time with even more force than he did in the kitchen, his hands pulling your bare waist against him. His mouth is all over you, quickly descending to your cleavage. Eddie nudges your bra away to nip at your breast, sure to leave a mark.

“All mine, all fuckin mine,” he mumbles against you, one of his fangs grazing your skin and lighting a fire in you.

What would that feel like? you think. Would it feel good for you? It’s already clear Eddie has some kind of need to taste you, one that he’s a complete gentleman about not acting on, but maybe you’d let him one day.

“All yours, baby,” you moan, loving his attention to your chest, “I want you to take me, make sure everyone knows I’m yours.”

“Fuuuck, babe you sound like a good porno. Keep saying shit like that and I’m not gonna last.”

You're both laughing as he unclasps your bra and pushes you back towards the bed, and then reconnects in a sloppy kiss as you fall over each other trying to climb up towards the pillows. You settle under him, his body between your thighs and pressing bare chests against each other.

“Do you know how long I've waited to see these?” Eddie asks, cupping your breasts in his hands.

“I’m guessing it's not recent?” you joke, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and yanking his hips into yours.

“Since that summer you came back from camp with them, sweetheart.”

About eight years, then. How long had he loved you then?

He squeezes one harshly, and you moan wantonly.

“I think I need you out of your pants too, Eds. I can't wait any longer,” you moan again, starting to buck your hips up against him or any kind of friction you can get. How many fucking nights you had spent with your hand exactly where Eddie currently was and just hoping youd get to feel the real thing one day.

“Guess I can’t leave my queen waiting, can I?” Eddie teases, and gets up quickly, fumbling with his pants at the edge of the bed. You’re just as quick to work your way out of your pants, comically raising your hips off the bed to slide them off of the curve of your ass and almost frantically kicking them away. Instantly you feel better, so ready for Eddie’s cool skin to soothe the fire in your core.

He presses back flush against you, grinding himself against your panties and whining at the contact.

“More, please,” you beg, and he obliges.

He moves quickly, shimmying out of his boxers one handedly as he tries to pry the elastic of your panties down. It’s not smooth or suave, it’s not even the most romantic, but it’s you and Eddie and that makes it perfect.

You help him the rest of the way, and then you lay back to admire him. There’s another large scar on his upper thigh, and another tattoo you didn’t know about. A blade, one that looks like the one he described three campaigns before last ever one he led. His cock is everything you imagined and more. He’s hung, not the thickest, but still girth and slightly curved downwards.

“See something you like?” he teases you again. Yes, yes you do. You’re not ashamed in your staring. He’s more perfect than the statue of fucking David.

“Uh huh,” you nod absentmindedly, distracted by finally seeing your best friend naked.

“There you go again with that shit. Words, babe,” He warns, leaning back down to cage you in between his arms.

“Fuckin handsome, Eds. Godly,” you whisper, still staring down at him instead of looking him in the eye. You don’t even realize where his eyes are.

“There we go. Fuck, you’re beautiful. How are you mine?” he sighs in disbelief, eyes going back and forth down your body to memorize every detail.

“All yours, Eddie,” you echo, already out of it and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asks, tilting your chin to make you look at him again, “No going back if we do this.”

He means no going back from fucking your best friend. No running from the full extent of your feelings. No going back from knowing exactly what the stakes are now that this unholy coupling is consummated.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, I think I might cry if you don’t fuck me,” You respond, more sure of this than anything in your life.

“You don’t want me to warm you up or anything? Grab a condom?” he presses, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“Eddie, I. Will. Cry. Please fuck me,” you beg, squirming under him now for any type of friction or release.

Eddie kisses you on the forehead, the tip of your nose, your lips.

“Anything for you,” He mumbles against your lips, and then lines himself up against you. The tip of his cock bumps against your clit, and an embarrassing squeak leaves your lips. Eddie laughs, dropping his head to lean his forehead against yours as he finally pushes into you.

Eddie moans loudly as he does, not hiding any of his pleasure. You're breathing deeply, unused to the stretch. Its been since high school since youve fucked anyone, and its not like your fingers could do this.

“This okay?” he asks, noticing how you are tensed.

“Better than okay,” you hiss, breathing heavily through your nose, “Youre just big.”

“You sure do know how to stroke a guys ego, pretty thing,” he chuckles, and starts moving, slowly, glacial.

You roll your hips up into his, forcing him that much deeper.

“You’re evil,” he laughs again, and then picks up the pace. He quickly finds a rhythm, rolling into you like a tide to the shore, pressing kisses and words of love into your skin the whole time. You’re massaging your thumbs into his shoulders, holding him in place and kissing your own words of love into him.

“Wanted this forever,” you gasp, lips lazily moving across his jaw.

“Want this forever,” Eddie counters, his thrusts already starting to falter and speed up. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter if this lasts long. You’ve already been wound up since Eddie caught an attitude with you, and you’ve been dying for him to touch you like this for years.

You do want this forever, you know that, and have known that forever. Truthfully, this is exactly how you wanted prom night to end after Eddie had all but threatened the guy that asked you and got you to come smoke with him instead.

“Fuck babe, you’ve got me forever,” you promise, rocking against him to help, “I’m all yours forever.”

“Forever?” he echos, and you just nod aggressively, now starting to lose more of your composure. With each thrust you start to lose control of your moans, little whimpers and squeaks leaving your throat as he bottoms out each time.

“Fuck, those noises, I could get addicted to those alone,” he moans, more ragged and losing his own composure as well.

“Could get addicted to all this,” you manage to say, “Fuck, close.”

“Yeah babe? You're gonna come for me?”

“Uh huh,” you say again, but this time he doesn't correct you, he lets it slide, maybe because of the way you are moaning around every syllable, the way hes the only thing tethering you to this world right now.

“Gonna make you- fuck- gonna,” he stutters, and then trails off focusing all his energy on you, his hand reaching down to rub tight circles on your clit to finish the job, and it works like a charm. You practically scream his name as you tighten around you, your entire body tensing and shaking beneath him.

He fucks you through your orgasm, actually quieter than he always imagined it, but sublime and beautiful moreso than he expected. You're like an angel, a real one, a biblical one, in the way that he's almost blinded by the beauty of this moment and seeing you this vulnerable. It stirs something dangerous inside of him. He’s never wanted to bite into the artery of your neck more than this moment. Never wanted to sink his teeth into you more than right now, with you making love to him and completely falling apart at this moment.

The realization scares him as much as it triggers his own release. As much as he would love to stay buried in you forever, he hastily pulls out and paints your stomach with his come. He’s not sure it would even do anything, but he doesn't want to take any chances or jeopardize anything he has with you.

Fucking ignoring the mess, he collapses on top of you, holding you close to him, hugging you tightly.

You realize your shoulder is wet, and it's not your sweat.

“Eds?” you ask, instantly worried, “You okay?”

He nods against you, not picking up his head.

“I love you, that's all. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too Eddie. You can come hang out on my night shifts,” you concede he won the earlier argument. You like your Eddie possessive.

You fall asleep like that quickly after, with Eddie staying like that with you until the sun started to rise.

He loves you too, as much as it might scare him.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine

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villain-sympathizer · 1 year

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hi, can i request deidoro sakaki headcannons?

yes you absolutely can!! 💕

not sure if you wanted general headcanons or romantic so i did both!

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General:

Absolutely a party guy, I mean how can he not be? He’s never one to turn down an invite to a club or a house party. He’s literally the “party don’t start till I walk in” type of guy but its actually the truth

Beer pong and keg stand champion, undefeated, no matter how hard others (especially Rappa) try to beat him

Despite constantly drinking alcohol, his teeth are in surprisingly good shape

Although he’s depicted as a raging alcoholic, I think he’s a rather casual drinker when he’s not on a job for the Hassaikai or at an absolute rager of a party

A shockingly level-headed guy and fun to talk to when he’s not sloshed out of his mind. He’s perfect for venting to or trying to work out a thought process, rarely one to cut in unless asked for his opinion

Perfect hype man!! This dude will cheer folks on and boost their confidence, even if they’re a random stranger at the bar or across the street

The master at situational humor and making the most out of a bad or embarrassing situation

He looks like he could be a contortionist to me, not sure why. At the very least he’s double-jointed in my mind

-10% shame, obviously. He seemingly absorbs others’ shame too, willing to cause a distraction or take the blame for something if need be. Says it’s fun and thrilling and keeps him humble, plus he likes the attention

Class clown type, but not in that obnoxious way, y’know? Like the kinda stranger to do something wacky or hilarious that makes you go to your friends and say “Holy shit, you’ll ever believe what this random dude did, it was so funny”, that kinda stuff

Is insanely drained and exhausted the day after using his quirk too much. He only gets severe hangover symptoms after using it, rather than just drinking normally. In fact, everyone’s jealous at how he’s totally fine after a night of heavy drinking and partying

His liver is a medical anomaly, change my mind

His hair may always look oily or greasy, but he still showers daily. That’s just unfortunately how his hair is

Strikes me as the kinda guy to be totally down for platonic cuddling, drunk or not, much to the dismay of his co-workers

Although his room and fashion sense are pretty plain (or even dirty), that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a sense of style or interior design. He’s just always out on jobs or partying to really care about his clothes or furniture

^ Regarding that, his fashion style is more street-casual, grunge/punk mix, even dipping into skater-boy territory

His interior design tastes are a sort of mix of boho and art deco, if that makes sense. Also doesn’t mind a modern Japanese look, either

I’m also gonna say he’s the kinda guy who goes to strip clubs just for the fun of it rather than the sexual appeal. He just loves the energy of the place, plus he supports sex workers

Drinks his respect women juice daily!!!!!!

Romantic:

Pansexual and panromantic, is also down to discuss poly relationships too

Love language is physical touch and words of affirmation, which are amplified when he’s even the slightest bit drunk. The second he takes a sip of his drink, he’s immediately showering his partner in praise and kisses, his arm(s) always around them in some way the whole night

Hates huge flashy dates, UNLESS it’s a festival/amusement park date. He LOVES that shit

Would prefer a partner who’s down to go to parties/bars/clubs with him, but if not that’s chill, as long as they’re fine with him going out himself then

Despite always going out to parties and such, he’s more than willing to reserve a few nights a week (or by request) to just stay home with his partner. He’s still gonna casually drink, though

An absolute doofus who comes up with the weirdest, most out of pocket date ideas.

“No, Dei, we’re not going shotgun fishing just to see how long it takes the police to get there.” “… What about a pistol? Crossbow? Bow and arrow? Okay, okay, how about spear? Babe hear me out-“

Will call his partner babe or baby regardless of their gender, but will stop if asked. Still says it for a joke/bit though

#bnha #mha #deidoro sakaki #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #shie hassaikai #shie hassaikai headcanons #dame writes #Anonymous

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feralmoonlight · 2 years

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I wish you luck with your endeavors with the Sleuths- all I'm gonna say is that I ended up simping for/ releating heavily to Y/N in that story-

Okay okay back to THE MEAT-

I don't wanna ruin any plot peices however, the idea that Y/N shows the boys how people are supposed to treat them seems like a important peice of the pie.

I can fully imagine this super shy Y/N learn about how shittily their current "handler" is being and get Sun to talk about said treatment giving him a safe space. Mind you maybe this comes up in casual conversation and Sun says it like it's no big deal.

Do you this this Y/N would be proactive in their want to help Sun/Moon? (Of course once they get to know them more cuz anxiety is fun)

*Deep breath* As an anxiety riddled idiot myself... I will absolutely bend over backwards and go out of my way and basically ruin myself to help someone in need I'm even slightly close to? It is a problem lol. BUT that said, I DO feel like this YN would be an absolute bleeding heart, and while they aren't really 'well off' themself, especially if we go the artist route (ordering out that much just for a chance to talk to this dude would hurt their wallet -oh god is this a crush or just the crippling loneliness theyd didn't realize they had???-) learning even a bit about how they're doing this job for some other human thats basically forcing them to or they'll kick them to the curb would light a blind rage inside. It would take a bit to actually manifest into action though. Don't wanna overstep or push too hard cause what if saying something about that would push them away from you? What if one day you said the wrong thing, and then the next time they made a delivery they just... Handed the food off and left. Like they're supposed to. What if they DIDN'T sit around and talk for fifteen-twenty minutes, or make sure that your delivery was the last stop so they could make some excuse to stay over for the night(Moons introduction pending???)

What if you lost your currently only local... friend? Are you friends? Becuase YOU thought something that's working for them is bad and YOU want them to change their whole life just cause YOU're reading too much into a situation? But talking more, realizing they're actually unhappy about it, cause this human is NOT their friend as much as they claim them to be(realizing they call them their friend to be polite but it always lacks the same bounce and energy as when he calls YOU friend, or sunshine, or any other cute little pet name he's picked out for the day). It always falls flat. Like it's forced. Like the lines of his smile strain when he dips into discussing his personal life... No, that's too heartbreaking, for such a wonderful sweet PERSON like him to have to deal with. They have their freedom now, but they're still being treated like a tool? Not on your watch. You start making the effort of inviting him to stay over, and it starts to become second nature, even on days when you havent ordered food, to hear the soft knock on your front door, different patterns but always the same tone, that you have a visitor for the night. CUE MOON REVEAL. Because everyone loves a sudden power outage. He's WELL aware of how friendly you've been with Sun, casually commenting in the back of his mind, convinced there's something wrong with you and teasing constantly BUT he also is under the full belief that you're full of shit and using him somehow. There's an ulterior motive. There has to be. So far out of every human they've interacted with, you're the only one that treats them THIS different. Yeah some are nice enough, but the interactions are short and dismissive. The guy they work for now is a complete dick and insists Moon not be let out at all. He's scared of him, and for good reason. He's tired of being cooped up though, so when you and Sun were sitting in the livingroom, something queued up on the TV, you working on a commission on the couch with the golden animatronic crosslegged on the floor and leaning back against the seat next to you.. Well. Lights out, and time for an introduction. He had a hunch you were considering asking about him staying with you, but you still had no idea there was this other side to sun. And Moon is about to push ALL of the buttons that should make you abort. He's very good at that. He knows better than to kill you, though. Sun wouldn't forgive him. But if he can make you show off your true colors, how you'd handle Moon, if you'd make the same cruel decision to keep him locked away and missing his half of this new freedom, well. That's one thing he and Sun had talked about in the past. Something that always made him hesitate to mention Moon existing. He was scared Moon would be right. (tune in next time for 'how unhinged and dangerous is moon currently? who fucking knows!')

#AU hoard #Doordash AU

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