#'I just wanna bone' basically covers it
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. . . ꒰ TEMPTING
Warnings: afab body and breasts, reader is referred to with you/your only. PIV unprotected sex, edging, prone bone position, thigh job, pwp (plot what plot). This is sort of a continuation of another smut i posted but you can read this without reading the first one.
Word count: 1.9k
A/N: uhg. lilia. i love him. i love general lilia. thats it that all i have to say.
₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ♡ 🌷 . . KOFI | TWST MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS
Whenever a window of opportunity to rest presents itself, you’ll sit on the nearest tree stump or log available, idly watching what happens around you.
You see soldiers' training, sparring, fixing tents, and the general dividing tasks among his subordinates with a stern voice. Lilia’s an example of what being a leader means—not limiting himself to delegating labor, but also lending a hand.
He grabbed the handle of his lithic weapon as he sparred with one soldier; with practiced ease, Lilia unarmed the soldier. The general reprimanded the other fae for losing his footing over a basic movement.
Lilia plans tactics for ambushes furtively, aiming to attack the enemy’s weakness first. Deft and sharp.
Soon, you’d understand that the general isn’t used to docility of any kind. Neither giving nor receiving. A war general shouldn’t allow a margin of error, steps should be given with precision and intent on subduing your adversary.
You recalled your first intimate night with Lilia. You remembered the sensation of him holding back, and even then, he still did a number on your body. You’ve spent enough time with the fae to know that the moment you try to point out any attempt at tenderness on his part, he would deny it.
You couldn’t help but find it endearing. And your curiosity increased the more you wondered about to what extent you could tease him and make him lose his constraints. Lilia’s libido was pretty responsive to what you did or said, so it wouldn’t be difficult to push him in that direction.
The moment the soldiers were already in their tents, you sneaked into the general’s.
“I’m heading to the lake to wash off the dirt,” you said as you entered the tent. You found your fae writing something down on the map splayed across the table.
Lilia acknowledged you with a hum.
You sighed. “I don’t wanna go alone. The woods become frightening the moment there’s no more sunlight, you know.”
Lilia dropped the pencil and looked at you. “A little dirt on your body’s not going to kill you,” he teased.
“You know I can’t sleep like that. I sweated a lot today, too. Baur made me accompany that expedition group to the mountain’s skirt in the morning,” you complained. “I promise it won’t be long.”
You sensed that he was about to give up.
“And someone could sneak up on me and see me naked.”
That was enough argument for the fae to stand up from his chair and rush to tag along with you.
This was your favorite moment of the day, when you could not just finally go to bed but also freshen up with clean water. Even if the temperature might be a bit chilly during the night, the fresh water was welcomed to clean you up from the dirt and sweat that clinged to your skin.
You began undressing in front of him, as you have done many times before. Even with your back turned towards him, you could feel his stare roaming around your flesh.
“The water feels nice,” You hummed as you dipped your toes into it. Lilia was more concerned about making sure no one was near, though, his ears flicked at the slightest suspicious sound.
“Lilia,” You called out to him again. His gaze returned to you. “Why don’t you join? You look like you need this, too.”
You carefully entered into the serene lake until the water covered your chest.
“You said you wouldn’t take long. I still have work to finish.” He crossed his arms, gripping his lithic.
“Just this once,” You almost pouted. “You’ve been busy these past few days. I miss you already. I’ll even help you wash your back.”
You held Lilia’s stare before he, for the second time today, humored you. Soon, his clothes were untidily placed next to yours.
Beaming with joy, you hugged Lilia the instant he was within reach.
“General, your hair’s getting wet,” You hurried to help him fix his hairstyle in a way that the inconvenience would be resolved. “There. All done.”
Lilia grumbled about something meaningless as he allowed you to scrub his back, washing off both dirt and dried blood and uncovering new lacerations he had gained from recent ambushes. You traced them with your fingers, leaning closer to kiss those scars.
You couldn’t see Lilia’s expression, but you did sense his body’s temperature going up.
“Mm, you’re so warm,” You relished the warmth from the fae’s body. Your tits pressed flush against his back, and your hands roamed around his front—feather-like touches teasing his chest and abdomen. You were aware that your words and actions were leading in a certain direction, so before Lilia beat you to it and followed through with it, you pulled away from him. “It’s getting chilly, though. Let’s head back already.”
In the blink of an eye, Lilia gripped your wrist and pulled you towards his chest. Your backside making contact with something hard and hot, nudging in between your thighs.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Hm? I thought the general had work to finish,” You feigned innocence.
“That can wait. Right now, I need to have you.”
“But we’re in a lake! Someone could walk in on us. Let’s head back to the tent,” Ignoring the evident ache in your body, you did your best to deter him. For fun. To test how far you could make him wait. If not for your determination to uncover the fae’s strength, you would’ve conceded.
Under the promise, the general’s complaint had died for the moment.
Once in the tent, you were preparing to go to sleep, until a sudden force pinned you against the bed. A small squeak left you, and the familiar arms squeezing your waist made you understand that your little teasing reaped an interesting reaction from him.
“Lilia—” You tried to gain some balance by trying to prop your torso up with your hands, but the general immobilized you by further pinning your legs against the mattress with his.
“You little tease, you think I wouldn’t notice what you were trying to do?” He brushed away the hair covering your nape to nip at the sensitive skin there. “If you wanted me to rough your body up, you should’ve just asked for it,”
This was what you wanted, although you didn’t imagine it would be this soon. If this little teasing got you to this point, you couldn’t imagine how he would be if you had done more...
One hand slipped under your underwear while his other hand covered your mouth in time before a moan escaped you. With his index and middle fingers, he began rubbing your clit in circular motions.
“I’ve been treating you with so much leniency you’ve forgotten who you’re dealing with,” His breath against your ear made you shiver, and a renewed sense of pleasure overtook your body. “I’ll have to remind you,”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You managed to whisper, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible but failing with how he played with your sex. Lilia really did know you inside out.
“You were already wet when I slid my hand under your clothes. Don’t try to act coy now,” He seemed to be amused, above all.
You clutched the sheets as you lost yourself in pleasure, your head falling against the pillow and using it to muffle your voice. You barely register Lilia pulling your pajama pants down and off your legs.
The fae grew eager, having a sliver of enough composure left to discard your underwear, but your uncoordinated and trembling body made the task more complicated than needed. Instead, he pushed it to the side, his fingers not once faltering in stimulating you.
A muffled whimper of his name. Not even a second later, Lilia stopped his movements.
“Noo, what’re you doing,” You protested, not expecting him to halt. “I was about to…”
“Aw, you were about to. What a pity,” He mocked you, momentarily freeing your body from his antsy hands to remove his own garments. Once done, you felt him spread your slicked pussy lips with his thumbs, eyeing you up with a satisfied, complacent grin. “You like being treated like this. You have no salvation, do you?”
Despite not being able to deny it, your face burned from embarrassment. Even if Lilia tended to put your pleasure first and holds back from going all out, the change in that tactful demeanor into a meaner one still excited you.
While holding you open still, he grinded his cock between your folds, using both his pre-cum and your arousal to lubricate it. You were growing impatient, and thus, tried to grind back against him to incite him into already giving in.
Lilia rested his weight against your back, his chest flush against it, weighing you down. Lilia dug his fingernails into your flesh, while demanding that you stay still. His fingers went back to playing with your clit, using your sticky inner thighs to pleasure himself.
After what felt like forever, the tip prodded inside, taking his time to stuff you with more of his dick. He pulled back until the just head was in and thrust with more strength. The feeling of Lilia’s warm body embracing yours and his thickness stretching you almost made you forget about holding back your voice.
From the very moment you conceived the idea of teasing him, to Lilia not allowing you to touch yourself or him, the buildup to your orgasm approached faster than what you expected. As if both factors weren’t enough, you were still sensitive over the climax you were robbed of prior moments ago.
You mewled, trying to reach behind you and hold his hand to ground yourself.
Instead, the fae grabbed your arms and pinned them against your back, his pace not stuttering for even a minute.
This was what you wanted—for him to be rougher…and within a couple more smacks of his hips against yours, you came hard around him, broken moans of his name escaping from your bitten lips. Lilia quieted himself by kissing your shoulder the moment he released his cum inside. He leaned down and busied your lips with an open-mouthed kiss.
Sore and spent, your head collapsed forward against the pillow again. You heard Lilia’s amused chuckle, resting next to you while keeping an arm wrapped around you.
“I wasn’t too rough, right?” He muttered after a while in silence, his eyes inspecting your body. “Does it hurt somewhere?”
“My arms, you gripped me too hard,” You mumbled. “I didn’t notice it at the moment because…it felt nice…”
At your confession, he looked taken back by it before his expression shifted into a relieved one and he chuckled. “I should’ve known you like being treated like that. You are quite keen about my fangs, and I’ve noticed how your body melts when I bite you,”
Before you could fawn over the demure visage that took over his eyes for a split second, it faded away with the same ease it appeared as he turned his head to the other side.
“I love it when you’re trying to be gentle, even if you’re not that great at it,” You teased, your fingers brushing his hair. Lilia grunted, suddenly grumpy about you pointing that out. “But I also enjoy it when you’re rough,”
He humphed, still avoiding facing you. You smiled at him, despite it not being visible to him. You closed your eyes, feeling exhaustion getting to you.
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NWN Challenge
*At a nice bar in Atlas*
Ruby: You’re still dealing with the fallout of that mess?
Blake: Of course. As the head of the white fang I can't just clean up a mess and ignore what caused it and who was affected by it…..*sigh* The last thing I want is people thinking we’re slipping back into what we used to be years back.
Yang: Good thing your pops is really good at de-escalating, well that and Weiss’ PR team.
Blake: Yeah. Where is her by the way? I wanted to thank her personally for all the help.
Ruby: She said she was coming, something came up during work.
Yang: Or someone. If Jaune went to visit she might be an hour or so late.
Blake: That. . . . . . probably isn't the case.
Yang: Why?
Blake: *nods* Because she doesn't look like she just had a good time.
The trio then turned to see a familiar heiress coming in, looking like she was about to murder someone.
Weiss: *sits down on the table*
Bartender: What will it be mi-
Weiss: Vodka. Pure. And make it a triple.
Yang: Yeesh. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today.
Ruby: What happened?
Blake: Who did you kill?
Weiss: He's not dead, the doctors said just broke a few bones.
R_BY: . . . . . . . .
Weiss: . . . .what?
Blake: . . . . .i was joking.
Weiss: Oh. . . .right. . . . .
Ruby: Wait, wait, you tried to kill someone!?
Weiss: I didn't! I just exaggerated a bit while dealing with a jerk.
Yang: What happened?
Weiss: . . . . .*sigh* I was venting to Winter about some private things about Jaune, as soon as she left an associate came in, he must've heard something about what we're talking, because as soon as we were done talking business he tried asking me out.
Yang: Doesn't everyone at the company know you just married?
Weiss: They do and he knew about it. But he insisted saying we could do something “fun” and that he could “Give me what i needed” since my husband wasn't doing so.
Ruby: Oh gods. . . . . .
Yang: Hah!
Blake: Like, I understand why that made you angry, but did you have to send the guy to the hospital?
Weiss: Not really, but i’ve been having a really stressful week and even after i said no multiple times, he kept pushing, and the moment he got too close i catapulted him out of the room with a glyph, though because of everything i miscalculated and sent him through a wall instead of the door.
Yang: *laughs* Please send me the video whenever you can! I wanna see that.
Ruby: Well, jerk aside, is everything okay? You sound like there's been stress even before that.
Bartender: Here miss. *Puts down her drink*
Weiss: Thanks.
Blake: Is everything okay at home? You said you were venting about Jaune, is everything okay between you two?
Weiss: No! The last three weeks been awful! HE has been awful!
Blake: Wait what?
Yang: Wow, That's a surprise.
Ruby: But why? What's wrong with Jaune?
Weiss: He’s been the worst! I keep having to deal with issues at the company! Cleaning the mess my father made! And then, after an awful day of work, what am I greeted with!?
Yang: A blown up house?
Blake: Another woman?
Ruby: Jaune wouldn't do that blake! Geez. . . . .Oh! Was it maybe a dead body?
Weiss: No! As soon as I come in he greets me with that stupid! Bright! And warm smile! He hugs me tight goes on about missing me soooo much! He covers me in kisses! Takes me in to show the warm bath he prepared for me! The house which is basically spotless and the dinner which was my favorite! Aaaarggh! Just thinking about it makes my blood boil! *Chugs the drink*
Ruby: . . . . . . . .
Yang: . . . . . . . .
Blake: . . . . . . . . . .that's it?
Weiss: Oh no. No no no, it gets worse. After dinner he brings me a whole cheesecake! Freshly made! And after we ate he took me to the living room and massaged every corner of my stressed body! I felt like I was melting! Oh gods the nerve of that man!!!
Yang: Wow, sounds like a nightmare.
Weiss: I know! Because it is!
Blake: *deadpan* Is it though?
Ruby: Err, Weiss? Are you sure there's a problem there? Because you make it sound like he's doing something bad but apparently he's been really sweet to you.
Weiss: I know! And it's unbearable!
Ruby: But why?
Weiss: BECAUSE IT'S NOVEMBER RUBY!!!
R_BY: Ohhhh. . . . .
Blake: He’s doing that dumb challenge too? I thought it was just Sun.
Ruby: *sigh* Nah, Oscar was doing it too.
Yang: Sounds like a headache. Lucky me and Arslan don't struggle with that stuff.
Blake: Yes, because she's not a guy, they tend to be incredibly stubborn about the stupidest things. Well, as stubborn as you can be with someone who knows all your weaknesses.
Ruby: Got him to give up?
Blake: Around a week in, would’ve been sooner if i wasn't busy with the fang. Oscar giving you trouble?
Ruby: Nope. He went for ten days straight, then he walked in on me coming out of the shower and he snapped. *Chuckles* I wasn't even trying to make him lose.
Weiss: *eyebrow twitching* Good to know I'm the only one suffering here.
Yang: Come on ice cream. You know that guy is basically addicted to you, if you give him a push in the right direction I'm pretty sure he’ll just crumble.
Weiss: And you think I haven't tried!? Skimpy swimsuits, Lingeries, Nudes throughout the day, dirty comments, cosplaying his favorite characters, offering to do the most questionable things! I used every last trick in the book and he STILL didn't cave in!
Yang: Oh, wow.
Blake: I knew he had a strong will but this is still surprising to hear.
Weiss: It's so frustrating! I get to come back home every day to the most wonderful husband in the world, who pampers and looks after me, doing everything I wish and making me the happiest woman in Remnant! And you tell me I can't ride him to oblivion after all that!? It's unfair!!! Utter Injustice!!! I wished I knew who came up with this challenge so I could strangle them until they're blue!!!
Yang: *chuckles* I can't tell if you're angrier at not getting laid for three weeks now or at him for not falling for your charms.
Weiss: BOTH!!!
Ruby: I mean, you said you tried everything but it doesn't sound like it.
Weiss: I did Ruby. I most certainly did! And wore basically anything you could imagine, I went as far as to wear things that, if images were leaked online, my life would be ruined and Blake would never talk to me again.
Yang: . . . . . . .you wore a-
Blake: *covers her mouth* Please don't, I’d rather our friendship still exist by the end of the night. For once in my life i do NOT wanna know.
Yang: *pushes her out* Wow. You really pulled all the stops.
Weiss: And it did nothing to him!!! *Depressed sigh*
Ruby: I mean, so far it sounds like all you did was dress up and act sexy to try and make him cave in.
Weiss: What else was I supposed to do!?
Ruby: Did you forget who you're married to? It's pretty easy to get him to bend and do what you want once you pin his weakness down.
Weiss: . . . . . .that sounded very wrong, especially being about my husband.
Ruby: What? I never abused that weakness mind you! He's my best friend, I could never!
Yang: Unless he has your favorite cookies.
Ruby: *pink* That's different!
Weiss: Spit it out already!
Ruby: *sigh* . . . . .fine. but he ever asks, you didn't learn this from me.
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Weiss: *walks in* I’m home.
Jaune: *wearing pajamas* Hey, how was your night? *Hugs her* Everyone doing well?
Weiss: Yeah. *Kisses him* Everyone is doing well.
Jaune: I left some food for you in the microwave, wasn’t sure if you would eat out so i made something.
Weiss: It's fine, we got something to eat on the way back.
Jaune: I’ll pack it up for tomorrow then. *Walking to the kitchen* By the way, Whitley called. He said something about a guy you sent to the hospital. Is everything okay at work?
Weiss: Yeah, someone tried hitting on me earlier, and I accidentally used too much force to push him off when he tried to get too close.
Jaune: *storing the food* Ouch. Almost makes me feel bad for him. . . . .almost. *feels a pair of arms wrapping around his torso from behind.* . . . . . .Weiss?
Weiss: *inhale* . . . . . .*deep exhale*
Jaune: *serious* Weiss. . . . .that guy didn't hurt you, did he?
Weiss: *chuckles* Good to know my knight is still there to protect me if I ever need, I thought he ended up buried under my cute husband.
Jaune: Weiss-
Weiss: He did nothing, just a few sweet words which I already forgot. I just wanted to hug you.
Jaune: If you say so, then I believe you. What do you wanna do now?
Weiss: Bed. I’m tired, could you come with me though?
Jaune didn't answer, he only turned around and picked her up in his arms, making her chuckle in response, he took her to the bedroom and helped her out of her clothes and into her nightgown, and soon enough, they were both in bed cuddling.
Weiss: *Chuckling*
Jaune: What’s so funny?
Weiss: Nothing. I’m just happy.
Jaune: That's good to hear. You seemed a little stressed these last few days.
Weiss: Yeah. . . .but I'm fine now. In fact, I couldn't be happier.
Jaune: Really?
Weiss: Of course. *Hugs him closer* I’ve got a nice house, a good job, great friends and above all else *Looks up to him* the most wonderful husband in the world.
Jaune: *pink, scratching his cheek* Hehehe, I’m just doing what I can. It's not a big deal.
Weiss: It is for me. . . .for someone who grew up in a cold house, surrounded by people I couldn't trust, having someone that I can trust and love this much is everything.
Jaune: Weiss. . . . .
Weiss: You never ignore me, you always know when I'm not okay, you look after my every need, you go above and beyond to make me happy, and you know me even better than I do myself. I must've been a saint in a past life to be blessed with someone so wonderful as you are. I wanna stay like this and hold on to you for the rest of my life. *Angelic smile* Thank you for marrying me, my love.
Jaune: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Jaune: *naked on the bed and spooning her* God damnit. . . . .
Weiss: *sweaty and giggling*
Jaune: I can't believe I fell for that.
Weiss: Fell for what~? I was being honest, you know?
Jaune: I know! And that makes it even more of a dirty move!
Weiss: My heart bleeds for you.
Jaune: *groan* I was just a week away. I resisted everything you threw at me and this is how I lost?
Weiss: Yep. I thought there was no way out until a certain someone reminded me how weak you are to someone being genuinely emotional with you.
Jaune: It was Ruby wasn't it? Every time i have her favorite cookies she'll go on this emotional speech about how much it matters to her that i’m her best friend and all we went through, and when i realize i already gave her the cookies.
Weiss: I won't confirm nor deny anything.
Jaune: Ugh, figures.
Weiss: *turns to him* Oh please, you say it as if you didn't like it.
Jaune: Of course I did, I've been craving you for weeks.
Weiss: Good to hear, I felt the same.
Jaune: Just don't do that next year or I'm telling Blake about your secret costumes.
Weiss: You’re doing that again next year!?
Jaune: *chuckles* That's your main concern?
Weiss: Of course I am! These last three weeks have been hell!
Jaune: If that's the case. . . .*on top of her* Then let me take you to paradise.
Weiss: *pink* That wasn't enough for you?
Jaune: Nowhere near enough to make up for these three weeks. You gotta work Tomorrow?
Weiss: Not really, they have to fix the wall in my office so. . . . .
Jaune: Good. You won't have to make up an excuse then. Might need one for after tomorrow though.
Weiss: *red* . . . . . . .I’m in danger aren't i?
Jaune: The plan was to win the challenge and slowly ease back into routine. You tricked me into losing so now I’m giving you what you want, all of it.
Weiss: *redder* C-can we talk about this for a mome-AAHHHH~!?!?
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StepBro!Choso x Reader
Choso has memorized your schedule when there’s roaring thunder outside the windows, rain poaring heavily along with the occasional light up of the dark night sky.
He knows that any moment now you’ll run out to your mother’s room, scared to the bone, crying.
That is why he now leans on the wall, near the door, waiting for you to do so.
As soon as he hears your quick feet make the first step out of your room, he shuffles to walk out as well, pretending to go to the bathroom.
You get scared and embarrassed at the fact that he saw you, your makeup running down your face from crying. He’s always been mean to you, you didn’t think this would be an out of the ordinary scenario between you two.
“Shitttt, what’s up with you? Why’re you crying?” he asks as you lower your head like a scared pup, telling him you’re scared of thunder.
“Aw man, well that’s rough, where you heading off to though?”
“To mom’s room…”
“Really? Didn’t you hear her saying she was tired after work?” He starts off.
“You wouldn’t want to ruin her sleep with your crying, would you, sis?”
“No… Sorry, Choso..”
He’s awaiting his soon to come victory.
“You can come to my room for tonight, if you want, we can play some games.” But he knew you didn’t want that, you wanted to fall asleep already. After all, it is almost 2 AM.
“I just wanna sleep, Choso..”
“Alright, you can sleep on my bed while I play some games.”
There you both were, Choso was playing some pc games while you were shivering in his bed, talking to him. It was so hard for Choso to focus on the game, while you were in his bed, his bed.
“I’m cold, Choso..”
“Take the blanket from under the bed, should be there somewhere.”
“No, come warm me up… You need to sleep anyways.”
Shit, Choso felt a knot in his stomach from your words. He didn’t waste any time to turn the pc off and hop into bed with you. Flustered as ever, but it’s not like you werent flustered as well, more than him probably.. He put his hand over your body that’s covered with the comforter, basically hugging you as his hand rests on your sheathed waist.
“You warm enough now?”
“Y-Yeah”
He’s so close to your body, he managed to calm down and almost fell asleep, until…
You pushed your ass back, basically into his half hard dick.
He was doomed for tonight..
“Choso… You’re hard.”
“Shit…”
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I love your writing style!
(also love how you always go for gn!reader!)
Silly request for another masked reader?
Masked reader who has those more solid material masks that can easily be cleaned has in the past painted their mask during one holiday just for the fun of it and they boys wanna do it too. Variation of it; masked reader got injured and has to stay bed bound for a while so their mask is being written and painted on like people do with casts :D
(there would be so many pictures)
PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE (also tysm anon!! It means a lot that you like my writing and writing decisions AHHHHH). I'm thinking a white-hockey mask sorta vibe that can look intimidating for missions, but also far too tempting for the 141 to wreak havoc on. Of course, they'll ensure you always have at least one spare blank mask so you can keep being the ominous badass on missions, but when a mission goes south and you escape with barely your life, they do what they can to make your bed-bound recovery as entertaining as possible.
Soap in particular truly treats your mask as a canvas. I already touched that Johnny has a journal of alternative designs for your mask and with a plain mask his mind is racing with so many ideas! He also has a general knack for drawing, in the quiet nights when he's done with training and can visit the med-bay he can spend hours just drawing on your mask with a thin sharpie (think like those highly intricate black-ink tattoos). His art is a little rough and scratchy but the artistry is there. He also provides his signature which lacks the tact of his art - if another member of the 141 hasn't he'll be the one stamping his name across your forehead with an obnoxious "SOAP WAS HERE!!".
Ghost is not an artist. There isn't a single artistic bone in this poor man, when he draws a circle it somehow looks like a square. Instead, Simon writes. A card is too sappy but your mask makes the perfect patch of parchment. His handwriting is legible but far from aesthetic, it's practical and hastily done with your head shaking slightly as he writes on it. Eventually he has to stabilise your head with his other hand, and his hold is surprisingly gentle. It's a general message wishing you get better soon, and a special military pun for everyone to read when they see your mask. He says that now your mask is a little more customised it almost looks half as good as his. While being unable to draw, he does accompany Johnny or Kyle if they pay a visit to vandalise your mask.
Price is straight forward. You want people to sign your mask? He'll sign your mask. John is surprisingly sentimental, he genuinely treats your mask as a get-well-soon card. He encourages you to rest - which is admittedly redundant since you can't get out of bed - but also to hurry up and get back on the field because he's losing his mind putting up with the rest of the 141. His handwriting is small because he has a lot to say, his message taking up the expanse of your cheek. He puts effort into his message and handwriting, it's going to be on your mask for everyone else to read and when he tries the captain has some exceptionally nice cursive. When he's done, he pulls away and lets out a satisfied huff at his message and how it looks on you... and then a consequential sigh when he looks at what of the rest of the task force has done to your poor mask.
Gaz does everything with your mask. He first covers the basics, signing his name and a quick, encouraging message for your health. Then Kyle goes ham on redesigning your mask and making it look as terrible as possible. Because it's a plain white mask, in particular he loves to use coloured sharpies on it. He'll shade panda-like eye bags where your eye sockets will be, or colour the area of your nose with a bright red circle like a clown. If you ever complain he'll just say this is the price you pay for getting injured and being sent to medbay. It's a joke but the underlying concern isn't missed from you. He's not the best artist but he'll leave a cute little doodle like a flower or that "S" sign that's used to graffiti everything known to man. He also enjoys giving you something to do (laying in med-bay all day must be terrible!), taking your hand in his to guide your hand across your face so you can draw a simple little star or love-heart on your own mask.
Surprisingly, it's Simon who initially asks for your permission to take photos of your mask. He says it's for the rest of the task force so they can have a reminder of what they're fighting for as they continue doing operations in your absence. John did add on that it was also simply for the memory as it's expected that you'll keep the mask once you've gotten better - unless you're willing to auction it off in which Kyle already called dibs.
It's only when you can freely move around do you take off your mask to realise that under your chin would be, generally obscured from view, one of them drew a shoddy little penis. You have half the mind of chasing up on who it was but it was simply too funny and you let it go. (Also because you already know deep down it was Soap)
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Love, i just had a heartbreaking thought; James' first solo excursion with Vix. He'd be so anxious and stressed because all he can think is " i wont leave without her this time" 😭
Could i request paranoid james and vix going shopping alone for the first time?? I feel that hed want one of those stretchy child hand cuff things so he wouldnt lose her
Poor Jamie. I wanna give this sod the biggest hug in the whole wide world
James was losing it - he was well aware of this. Every movement, every car horn, every bell ringing above a shop door, every person laughing or yelling brought him closer to you until you were basically wearing him like a backpack.
"Doing alright, Jamie?" You asked kindly, politely, concernedly. James wanted to shove you under his arm and take cover.
"Yeah, yup. Never better." He said distractedly as he continued to scan your surroundings.
The two of you had volunteered to pick up the cake from the magical bakery on Diagon Alley for Remus' birthday, which quickly turned into shopping for presents in Muggle London, which turned into a full on shopping spree at a large mall.
James hated it.
Being in a building felt claustrophobic and he was panicky watching you even reach for door handles - sure as all get out that the place was quickly becoming consumed by fiendfyre. He didn't fair much better outside, however, feeling as though you were both too vulnerable in the open; desperate to find coverage.
Really, he just wanted to take you home.
"How much longer do you think we'll be?" He asked you as he glared menacingly at a male shopper who had the audacity to wear all black until he left your vicinity.
"Not long, James. I just want to hit the grocery before we head back; it might be nice to have a charcuterie, no?"
James wanted to say "actually, I'm pretty sure shopping for charcuterie might be what kills us, Vix." But since that was crazy, he opted to hum in agreement as you led the way.
The two of you passed by a toy store where he saw a parent walking a child on a lead like a dog. His first thought was 'good lord, muggle parents are something else'. His second though was 'I should buy one for me and Vix'.
He turned back to the direction you two had been heading when he realized he couldn't see you anymore.
"Vix?" He said quietly as he spun in place. "Y/N?!" He shouted louder, garnering attention from the other shoppers near by.
What was he going to do? He couldn't very well pull his wand out right now. He would pull his wand out if he needed to - Azkaban be damned for breaking the statute of secrecy - but he was not going home to Sirius without you again.
"Y/N!" He shouted as he started shoving his head against the glass windows of various shops on the street, trying to catch a glimpse of you.
He felt tears prick his eyes as his breathing became faster. How could he have done this? How could he have lost you again!?
Unawares of the panic you just caused, you exited the shop with a bouquet of lilies for James - knowing he liked having fresh flowers around his home that reminded him of his 'beautiful flower' to find him spinning around frantically with tears streaming down his face like a toddler who lost their parent at the zoo.
"James!" You called as you raised your hand. He spotted you instantly and made for you - crushing your bouquet between the two of you as he enveloped you in a bone crushing hug.
"Where were you!? I couldn't find you anywhere!" He cried as he held on fast to your form. You patted his back consolingly.
"Awe, Jamie. I'm sorry. I thought you were following me - I just wanted to get you some flowers!" You explained as you pulled the slightly flattened bouquet away from your body.
All anxiety and any pretence of anger slipped away as James beamed at the bouquet. "You got me flowers!?" He shrilled as he took them from you.
You beamed right back at him and gave him another hug. "I'm sorry for frightening you, Prongs. Why don't we go to the grocery and then head home?"
James took a steadying breath and nodded at you.
"Can we hold hands?" He asked somewhat sheepishly.
You immediately held out your hand which he quickly enveloped with the one not holding his bouquet as you set off for the shops.
He didn't let your hand go until you made it into Grimmauld Place and Sirius hollered at him for making moves on his girl.
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Cabana Break
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Warnining : Oral (f receiving) fingering, swearing, dom harry?
Summary : Harry eats you out on vacation.
Harry had booked a small beach front house on an island in the middle of the Caribbean. Almost twenty four hours of travel and terrible jet lag later you crawl into the bed in the cabana wearing only your swim suit. The straps digging into your shoulders uncomfortably. Harry was still in the house showering as you dozed to sleep to the sound of the crashing waves and tropical birds in the distant trees.
Your body fully relaxed basically floating away from the mattress as your brain settles to sleep. You hear the sliding door open and close, followed but Harry’s bare footsteps walking across the pool deck tiles.
“Love?” He whispers. Checking your state of consciousness.
“Mm” is all you can get out as the mattress dips from the weight of his body climbing next to you.
“Sleepy huh?” His arm comes to wrap around your waist, his leg lazily thrown over your hips and he nuzzles his face into your neck, pulling in a big breath of air and releasing a long sigh.
“So tired,” you whine out. His weight lulling you to sleep. He starts to place lazy kisses on the pulse point if your neck. You capture his head between your neck and shoulder. “Leave me alone,” it comes out whinier than intended.
“I’m sorry lovie,” he places one last kiss against your skin before laying back and bringing his hand up to your face. “I just can’t help myself. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” a blush spreads across your face and neck. Causing your already warm body to heat up. A small smile teases your lips.
“I love you Haz,” you let out as a sigh more than words.
“I love you,” his thumb rubs across the curve of your bottom lip. “So much,” you part your lips. Slowly his thumb enters your mouth. Even with your limbs heavy with sleep and your brain fighting to stay awake your body submits to him. You can feel him harden against your hips. twitching and pulsing underneath the thin swim shorts. You open your eyes to finally look at him. His green irises are filled with lust. His sunglasses pushed up on top of his head keeping his hair out of his eyes. With that famous loose curl dancing across his forehead in the wind. A smirk splayed on his lips. “Always so good for me,” he moans as your tongue circles his thumb. He pops his thumb out from between your lips and grasps your chin bringing you in for a kiss. You hum into his mouth and his teeth graze your flushed mouth.
“Thought you were tired?” He laughs as your hands begin to roam his shirtless torso. Feeling his muscles ripple under your touch. As your fingers whisper across his skin he twitches and flinches away. "That tickles," he swats your hand away.
“You started it,” your voice croaks out. Still sleepy. Reaching out to grasp at him.
“Lay back baby,” he demands. Your back lays flat against the mattress. He rises above you. Slipping his knees on other side of you and capturing your head between his hands. He kneels over you like a lion that’s caught his prey. “Gonna make you feel good baby, okay?” You nod. He begins placing needy wet kisses against your neck and collar bones. His hands grab at your wrists and pin them above your head. He nips and sucks at your breasts leaving scarlet marks behind.
You want nothing more than to grip his curls between your fingers but his hold on your hands prevent you from moving. You pull at his tattooed ring clad binds. Which earns you a smile from him you can feel against your skin. His teeth nipping at you once again.
“You wanna touch huh baby?” He squeezes your wrists in his hands.
“Please Haz,” you whine. He lets go of your wrists.
“Only cause you asked so nicely,” he then quickly moves down your body and in one lightning fast move pulls off your bikini bottoms. You let out a yelp and grasp at the fabric covering the cushions below you to ground yourself. A chuckle vibrates through his body. Your knees instinctively fall to the sides leaving your center open for the taking. Harrys eyes devour you. Hands lightly hold your ankles and he slowly trails his fingers up your leg. With the curve of your calves. Around your knees. Pressing deeper into your skin as he reaches your thighs. Palms connecting to the soft tissue of your inner thighs as he lowered himself down so he’s eye level with your pussy.
His lips following the train of his hands. He then hooks his arms around your legs and pulls you to his mouth. Licking a slow stripe through your folds your head drops back to the bed and a moan unlike any sound you’ve made before leaves your throat. His mouth seals around your clit and sucks ever so lightly at the tense bundle of nerves. You pick up your hips and try to grind into him but his arms hold you in place. As he continues to lick and suck on you, your fingers pull at the sheet. Knuckles white and achy as you try to continue pushing yourself towards him. His tattooed arm unlatches from your leg and he grasps your hand in his and places it on your head. Your opposite hand follows in suit knocking the sunglasses off his head and they fall back into the ground with a clatter.
“Always taste so sweet,” he moans. More to himself than you. He preps himself onto his elbow and brings his fingers to your folds massaging them as he lightly blows air over you. You let out a string of whines and curses as he teases your entrance.
“Please Harry. I want you,” you moan as you pull at his hair.
“So pretty when you clench around nothin baby. Could watch you like this all day,” he smiles. As his two fingers dive into your center. Your hips quickly jump off the bed before he pushes you back down.
“Holy shit please fuck,” the words mesh together as he continues to pump into you. Attaching his mouth back to your clit. His fingers hitting the spongy place inside you and making you moan so loud the cooks in the next building could probably hear you. “Please Harry please,” you chant as you can feel your orgasm reaching closer.
“Cum for me baby. Come on. Give it to me,” you pull at his curls as a wave hits you. Your orgasm pulling away your sight and hearing and all you could do was feel. His mouth on your clit. His fingers inside of you. His hair between your fingers as you pulse against him. The vibrations of his moans as you come down from your high. Your breathing still heavy and erratic you open your eyes and look down at Harry. Relaxing your hold on his hair he drops his head to rest on your thigh. He kisses the skin he can reach without moving and his eyes catch yours. “Did so good for me baby, go to sleep,” you shake your head.
“What about you?” You ask pushing yourself to support your weight on your elbows. He smiles sheepishly.
“Got that covered,” his cheeks flush red. He brings himself up into his knees and you see a dark spot staining his yellow swim shorts. You smile and look back to his face. He shrugs. “The fact that you can get me off just by the taste of you baby,” a proud smile on his lips. “Fucking amazing,” he drops down next you and sheds the dirty shorts. Kicking them off the mattress.
You sit up and untie the swim top and fling it off the bed, landing next to his sunglasses. You crawl to the edge of the bed to grab the black Ray-Bans. His hand lands on your ass with a smack as you grasp the plastic. You shoot up with your mouth hung open in shock.
“Ow!” You exclaim turning to him. "Harry!"
“You can’t just dangle it in from of me and not expect me to play with it,” he laughs as he rubs his red handprint on your ass. You fall back into him and settle into his side. Tossing the glasses at him. He raises them up to look and there’s a crack across the lens. The arm crooked.
“Oops,” you shrug as he smiles and puts them on.
“Fucking always breaking my shit,”
“Such a dirty mouth styles,”
“You weren’t complaining a minute ago,” he laughs as he chucks the glasses out of the cabana. Wrapping his arms around you as you slowly drift to sleep.
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black!top!amab reader x bttm!koutarou bokuto
bokuto was getting more and more desperate for you, it was so bad he couldn't even wait after games. so you teach him to be patient... with your own methods.
warnings: nsfw, praise, degradation, edging, begging, permission to cum, oral (reader!receiving), impatient bo, pet names such as "puppy", master kink, hardcore musk kink, PDA if you close one eye, bdsm, multiple orgasms
a/n: i am literally so braindead over this man, he's invaded my life and won't come out. happy birthday bokuto!
your poor little owl boy had been rutting up against you ever since he had woken up this morning. he was so desperate to feel you, touch you, have you hold him close that when he had to go to practice that day, he skipped it entirely to stay in the house with you. you didn't understand why he wanted to be so close to you, you both did live in the same house after all... you gave him so much love, so much of what he truly needed. but, he got more and more whiny every day, more whimper-y every day, more needy.
he was little a puppy in heat to you, constantly trying to rub up against you, hold you, smell you, just keep you close. he wanted to stay near you, so badly had he wanted to just crawl into your skin to be even closer to you. you didn't understand it, maybe bokuto was just a puppy in heat...
well, today was the day of his biggest game yet. it was against argentina, and he was more than pumped for this day. he had been training just for this, for his hits to be the hardest they’ve ever been. however, his neediness was up to its peak at this point, and he just kept whining and whining when you told him to get out of bed. he only had a few minutes to get ready yet he was glued to you like grease to a pan.
“bo… you gotta get off me okay? you gotta get ready for your big day okay puppy?” you sweet talked him, he wasn’t all that great with yelling or harsh tones (tism at its finest). he just kept whining, his grip around your waist getting tighter and tighter. sometimes you forgot how strong your dear boy was, now he was basically crushing your hip bones with his strength. you tapped him, but he didn’t let up.
“don’t wanna leave you,” he mumbled, keeping his face covered in your back which he loved. he loved everything about you, that was for certain. he genuinely wanted to keep you close, keep you safe. he loved you too much, way too much. but, he had to get to the game, and he hadn’t taken a shower or anything. so, you sighed, getting up out of your shared bed (by force, bokuto shoved himself into your bed and didn’t move the first few nights you stayed together).
you kept him around your waist as you walked, and he never let go of you. you turned on the bath and told him to hold his arms up, stripping him of your shirt that he wore all the time. he also wasn’t wearing shorts, just boxers. you stripped him before he latched himself against you once more, you were just in boxers since bokuto never wanted you to wear many clothes when you went to bed. you could call this toxic or controlling, but that’s just how he was. he loved your scent, your musk, he adored it. he adored everything about you, and that was prominent in everything he did.
hence that’s why he was being washed by you, while in your lap. poor boy just kept clinging to you, like you were going to leave him. you weren’t, obviously, but he always thought you would. after his relationship with his ex, keiji akaashi (yes i ship bokuaka fight me), he always thought you were going to leave him. but, you never were, it was just his attachment issues. he stayed close to you, cuddled up into your body and your well-formed chest.
“don’t wanna go,” he whined, now you were dressing him in his uniform and travel outfit. he just kept trying to hold you as you dressed him, more than once having to swat his hand away from your body because you needed to dress him properly. he was so needy for you, honestly it was a little annoying. but, every time he stared at you with those big golden eyes of his you couldn’t stay mad at him for long. he was too cute for you, way too cute. yet most of his opponents say he’s the scariest out of them all. even after sakusa, which is saying something.
once he was fully dressed you could feel a pair of rough hands wrap around your waist yet again, chuckling as you held him close. your big bo was such a doll, such a treat yet you still needed to get him to the car. “kou kou, c’mon… you gotta go puppy, i’ll be in the stands cheering you on okay?” you cooed, the white-and-black haired boy shaking his head. “won’t be close to you,” he whimpered, shushing him as you talked to him.
“kou, you know i got those really close seats, almost right next to you yeah? you’re be as close as you can to me, okay love?” you comforted him, making him somewhat relax his bear-tight grip around your waist. though, he was still clinging onto you, which you didn’t need.
so, sighing softly you just waddled to your car, basically ripping bokuto off your hips and softly placing him in the car. you sat in and put on your seatbelt, yet you find a pair of veiny tan hands wrapping around your waist yet again. for some reason, koutarou had a godly obsession with your waist. it was so small, so feminine, and fit into his hands so well. that was another thing he loved about you, how skinny yet built you were, but you could easily pick him up with no trouble. and, you were only a few inches taller than him, but he cherished the height difference so much.
"bo, i have to put my seatbelt on. do you want me to get into an accident and die? then you won't have anyone to cuddle aggressively," you spat, though you had to admit you did say it a little harshly. because you looked back and bokuto was staring at the window, leaning against the door with tears in his eyes. you felt oh so terrible, guess you had forgotten how sensitive your lover was. "oh c'mon puppy... i'm sorry okay? you just have to be more patient and wait until your big day is up okay?" you tried to comfort him, but a small whimper and a huff was all you got in response.
you felt bad, really bad. you didn't mean to lose your temper, he had just been clinging onto you so much that it started to annoy you. but, you knew why he did it, why he did everything he did. you just let it slip on accident. he knew how much you loved him, how much you cared for him. he was just such a clingy puppy, you didn't know what to do.
the drive to the gymnasium was quieter than usual, soft sniffles being heard from the dual-haired male sitting besides you. your heart cracked with every one, you felt so terrible for making your boyfriend upset, you wanted to make it up to him. but, then again, he needed to learn how to be patient. he was getting way too needy nowadays, it got so bad that his coach had to come and pull you to the side to talk about his behavior. like a teacher would to a parent with a trouble-child.
"koutarou hasn't been very focused lately. he keeps mumbling about wanting to... 'hold master' and things like 'i miss him'. do you have anything to do with that?" his coach asked, making your face flush red hot at the first part. you just chuckled nervously and nodded, scratching the back of your neck. "oh- well yes, yes i do. see, i'm koutarou's boyfriend. we have this... thing. but, i'll talk to him about it, don't worry sir!" you stumbled over your words a little, but he got the message. he smiled and nodded, waving to you while he walked out. you waved back, and that was the day you decided enough was enough.
you parked in a V.I.P spot you had bought for yourself, getting out of the car and getting your boyfriend's stuff. he got out as well, but he still clinged onto you. he could never stay mad at you for long, and you both knew that. vice versa. so, as you felt him cling to you you just smiled softly, running your hands through his stiff hair—and by running your hands though i mean just moving them up and down—made you have to carry his fucking ginormous volleyball bag that he manages to carry with him to every game/practice.
after a grueling 20 minutes of walking with your star boyfriend around your waist and his heavy ass bag on your shoulder, you finally arrived to the court he was supposed to be practicing on. of course, you were late. and, you had warned bokuto about this, so now he had to be peeled off by his coach and forced to run 20 sprints for being late. of course he did that with ease, he was a fucking gym rat and literally drooled over the treadmill (that was a red flag in your opinion /j), so running wasn't much for him. however when he was finished he looked around, not seeing you and his eyes going soft.
you had went into the stands, saving your spot down there near the court to get an up close look on bokuto. and, when you had put your stuff down you went to the concessions to get drinks and food for you and koutarou.
once you came back the boys were warming up, and you cheered your lover on when he got a good spike. his head shot backwards and he met your eyes, those beautiful locks you had swinging as you nodded to him with a smile. he grinned from ear to ear, feeling his mood visibly change and the court took note of that too. you being there made bokuto want to show off for you, even though you knew of his special ability on the court.
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the game was won 2-3, your lover's team (MSBY black jackals) being the victors yet again. with amazing defensive players like kiyoomi and shiron to tiny yet mighty surprises like hinata, you were sure this year the jackals would go undefeated. though, when you went down to congratulate your boyfriend the owl boy had the nerve to just kiss you in front of all his team, making the kiss deep and passionate. you obviously didn't object this motion, however when you snapped back to reality you pulled away from koutarou, his teammates watching you both with... different looks.
kiyoomi was disgusted due to his fear of any sort of germs (hence why he was bitchless), hinata was staring at the floor with a flushed expression, atsumu was giving you both a thumbs up and winking, romeo and the others were just staring at you two. after that whole awkward three seconds you pulled bokuto by the arm, grabbing his bag and hooking it over your shoulder as you steadily jogged back to the car with him in tow.
"hey!! i wasn't finished talking to my friends!" your boyfriend whined, but hearing your silence made him go quiet. once you both got to the car you slammed the door when you got in, looking over at your puppy and seeing those big golden eyes go soft with embarrassment. "what was that, koutarou?" you asked, using his full first name—not a good sign. he could tell you were visibly upset, yet your tone stayed calm and behaved. "w— well i— i just wanted to show you how much i love you—" he was cut off by the car turning on, then you pulling out from the gym to dart straight back to your humble abode.
you got out of the car and grabbed bokuto's things, whilst he grabbed yours as well. you both walked into the house together, tossing your shit somewhere before you had koutarou pinned against the wall, staring down at him with fierce eyes. "kou, you know how much i love you right?" your tone was sweet and mellow, but your demeanor was ragged and harsh. all the poor boy could do was nod his head, staring deep into those scary e/c eyes you were boring down at him right now. "so why on god's green earth did you make a kiss so passionate and steamy in front of all those people, plus it was streamed on live television?" your voice got harsher, making bokuto flinch. it wasn't that you didn't enjoy it, no it was the fact that bokuto had been pushing and pushing your patience, and this was the final straw.
"i— i-i... got j—jealous..." he mumbled, stuttering as blush fell over his face. "y-you were talking with someone and... and it wasn't me! it made me jealous!" he exclaimed, making you chuckle darkly. "bokuto, that was my friend. F-R-I-E-N-D. you didn't need to do that," your hand travelled to his neck, just holding it there but not squeezing. "i-i'm sorry m/n... i won't do it again!" well that was a bold-face lie. he would most certainly do it again, nobody gets to talk to you without him at your arm. "oh don't lie bo, i know you better than the back of my hand." you told him, looking down at him with a grim expression. he was shaking at this point, hot and sweaty from the game yet there was also a hard point down where his legs were that you could faintly feel through the fabric of his shorts.
raising an eyebrow you stared him up and down, smirking when you saw those large puppy dog eyes he always wore. “looks like i need to teach my puppy a lesson, yeah?” you asked, though it was a rhetorical question. he nodded, however, knowing that he was in big trouble now.
and you weren’t going to play nice.
now here he was, tied up against the headboard and back arching off the bed. his big bright eyes were glossy and filled with small tears as he looked up at you. you were torturing his cock, rubbing the tip with his own precum. he kept whimpering, more noises leaving his throat as the pleasure just built inside him. he was wearing a cockring, it was helping him not orgasm. he needed something more, something more than what he was being received. sure, he loved this, but he needed to let one out since it was right after a game.
“m—m/n… p-please…” he begged, but you weren’t letting up. “bo, you know why i’m doing this, right?” he nodded, he knew how much trouble he had caused after the game but it was all in good faith. it wasn’t his fault that he got jealous over every person that talked to you. it wasn’t his fault that he felt a need to be possessive over you. he had gained a connection with you that he hadn’t gotten from anyone, even his ex. so like hell he was going to let that go.
“but— but— please i… wan’ cum,” he mumbled, voice cracking as he jutted his hips up into your palm. he was still hard as shit, pre-cum covering his whole cock, base to tip. “you aren’t going to orgasm until you apologize, okay? and don’t make it rushed.” you were stern with your punishment, your puppy needed to learn not to mess with his master. so, bokuto’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, moans escaping him as he felt his orgasm approaching.
you took your hand off of him before he could orgasm, making him whine on so loudly. you smirked, your cock was against the bed, leaking with every noise your lover made. it was so hard it almost hurt, but you needed to show koutarou that you weren’t giving him the easy way out anymore. “y—you… bully…” he huffed, pressing his back against the headboard once more as he tried to calm down. but just in a few seconds you were stroking his cock again, making his eyes roll back and more pre-cum fall from his red-and-purple tip. he was most definitely losing his mind, and it was all your fault.
"just apologize bo... i wanna let my puppy cum, but he's been such a bad boy lately. can't give bad boys what they want now can we?" you cooed, your large hand moving up and down his large shaft. he was on the verge of tears, crying out in pleasure and jittering like a broken robot. he just needed to orgasm, his lower stomach hurt with the urge to orgasm, but it wasn't there just yet. " 'm sorry..." he mumbled, letting a small tear fall. "what koutarou?" you inquired, making him gulp down the building saliva in his throat.
" 'm s-so sorry m/n... please just— let m' cum— i can' take it n'more... i won't b-be so possessive n'more... please master!" he almost screamed, light sobs leaving his throat afterwards. you felt as though he had earned it, so you smirked, speeding up your hand and taking off the cockring. "cum kou kou, cum for your master yeah? be a good boy and cum for me," you were almost begging for it, but it didn't take long for spurts of white to escape his aching cock, making koutarou moan almost the loudest he ever had. he was seeing white in his vision, it was so euphoric to him. he needed more of that, he craved more.
you bit your lip, looking down at your big boy with a smile. "good boy... such a good boy yeah?" you praised him, and he just whimpered. he was slowly going dumb, but he wasn't dumb enough to stop thinking words. "m-more..." he whined, looking up at you wit those beautiful eyes of his. your heart almost cracked, but you had to stay strong. "more? is that what you want kou kou?" you inquired, him nodding. he wanted more, he needed more than what he was receiving. this wasn't enough, he wanted your cock inside him so bad. that's why he had been so clingy lately, because he wanted you to fuck him just like this.
"you gotta use your big boy words puppy," you cooed, making him writhe on the bed with embarrassment. but, he needed your cock so bad, so he decided to comply. "i-i... want your cock... please..." he mumbled, and you could obviously hear it but you just wanted to tease him. "hm? speak up puppy, i didn't quite hear you." you spurred on the behavior, making bokuto whine. "need your cock i-in me! please!" he squeaked, making you chuckle darkly. "that's a good boy."
you took your hand off his cock, anchoring his legs up and grabbing the warm lube. you put some on your fingers and pushed two inside, making koutarou shake his head but moans left his throat. "n-no! don' wan' fingers! wan' your cock!" he squealed, a soft sob leaving his throat as he cried out. "ah ah ah, be patient koutarou. or else you won't be getting my cock for the rest of the night," you threatened him, making him immediately shut up. "yeah? good boy bo." you cooed, pressing your fingers into his prostate.
the moan that left his throat went straight to your cock, making you have to gulp down a growl as you continued. "such a slutty little desperate whore you are... moaning over some fingers? god you're insufferable..." you degraded him, which made his cock twitch even more. "i-i'm g'na cum— let m-me cum—" he begged with all his might, but you pulled your fingers out before he could get that sweet release. he whined so loud, god it got you harder than ever.
"wh-why did you—" but before he could answer that question, you shoved yourself inside him, making his body shake as his muscles bulged. he tightened himself around you and that made you bite your lip, taking his hair and pulling on it, forcing him to arch his back. "ah! w-wh—" you didn't let him process it as you were already balls deep inside him, thrusting in and out of his ass making him scream out into the area.
"yes, good boy, take this cock," you encouraged him to keep going, keep taking you deep inside him since he needed it more than ever. he was close too, so when you hit a particular spot inside him he cried out in pleasure, staining the sheets with white. you chuckled and grabbed his sensitive organ, making the smaller beneath you whine and try to get away. only to shove himself deeper onto your cock, making him moan loudly and fall onto the bed.
you grabbed his hips and started to pound him, grinning when you saw how desperate he was truly becoming. he was just a pathetic little slut, a dumb puppy ready to take your cock any time of the day. you knew after that date where you two had sex he would be hooked, you fucked him so well and you had a cock like no other. he was addicted, he wouldn't be afraid to admit that, but he could also never get enough of you.
he whimpered and struggled, not too much though because you would smack his ass every time he did struggle. he loved the feeling of being stuffed full, with his large 6'4 self he really couldn't get that feeling on his own y'know. so, with you only being a few inches taller and with a bigger cock than his he was more than grateful to have you, and would never let go. he could feel another orgasm roll through his veins, making him clench around your cock. you could feel your balls tighten as your nonstop thrusts got even harder.
"you want this cum baby? want master's hot and thick seed deep inside your slutty pussy huh?" you grunted, going as fast as you could go. you were hitting his prostate spot on, and that was making bokuto lose his mind. he nodded his head, making 'mhm' noises really fucking loudly. you grabbed the back of his throat and pushed it down, making him choke. "speak up puppy." you growled, making his ass clench around you more. "y-yes master! wan' it s'bad!" he screamed, making you grit your teeth as you plowed his insides.
with a low groan you busted deep into his ass, making him cum around your cock. the sheets were yet again stained with white, but as he was about to get off your cock you grabbed his hips, shoving yourself deep inside him.
"oh you thought we were done?"
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when he got to practice the next day, the day was filled with either the coach asking if he needed to sit today out or questions from his teammates about his condition. atsumu was the only one who was gasing on him about letting his boyfriend fuck his ass to the point of soreness in the morning, but at least he had a great ass time at practice. and you had a good day at work.
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warnings // anxiety
❝ How the guys would react to the reader getting overwhelmed and hiding themselves away ❞
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The day felt dreadfully long, being worked to the bone and damn near verbally abused by customers all day for 8 hours straight. To top it all off you still had a little party to go to at the lair with the guys, yet it was the only thing to look forward to, to get you through your hell of a shift. When the guys offered of course you agreed, you couldn’t tell them no and especially your boyfriend, despite the day you had you assumed the party would lift some of the weight from your shoulders. Oh how you were wrong, not realizing exactly how drained your social battery and mental had been. While trying to still show face and be social with everyone else you felt the tightness in your chest begin, leg tapping impatiently as your eyes darted around. You couldn’t focus and it began to frustrate you as you gave a shaky breath, the setting becoming more overwhelming by the second with the music, laughing and high energy in the room amongst the guys along with April and Casey.
“I-I’m going to go to the room for a bit… I’ll be back”, you excused yourself before rushing off almost immediately.
Leonardo
You’d be insane to think Leo hadn’t noticed your unease, he was a ninja for Christ sake—
Even despite your fake laughs and smiles to play along with the others Leo saw through all of it, hence why he kept you close to him most of the time
Whenever you excused yourself to his room and basically ran off ALL alarms went off in his head
Excused himself not long after to go check on you after watching your antsy behavior become more and more obvious through the night
Wanted to make sure you were okay. NEEDED to make sure you were okay
Once he stepped into his room he saw you sat on the edge of his bed, hunched over with your hands covering your face as you took shaky breaths and soft whimpers escaped.
He quickly shut the door behind him and rushed over to you, internally panicking—
What was wrong??? What happened?? Did he do something? His brothers?
“Hey hey… you okay?.. what’s wrong?…”, Leo spoke so softly thinking if he spoke any louder you’d shatter
Yes, your little cries and whimpers were breaking the leaders heart
When you explain that your day was really hard and everything felt like to much and it overwhelmed you Leo couldn’t help but frown
Sits besides you before pulling you into his lap and coddling you, gently rubbing your back and letting you gather yourself
“I’m sorry… you didn’t have to come if you weren’t up to it Hana.. it would’ve been okay. You come first, you always come first..”, Leo’s words coaxed you out from your anxiety filled meltdown as you leaned your body entirely into him.
Silences you with peppered kisses to your lips immediately when you try to apologize, “you wanna take a warm shower and relax a bit?”, he always knew how to make you feel better
Raphael
Raph noticed you acting a bit off but assumed it was due to you just getting off of work
Of course he asked how your day went and you gave him a plastered smile with ‘great’
Didn’t want to push or pester you so just kept an eye out
Whenever you excused yourself and scurried away Raph gave a questionable look to the others before setting his drink aside, “I’ll be back”
Raph stepped into his room to see you balled up in the blanket he knitted you so you had one when you stayed over
Your breathing was all to fast with soft cries and sniffles escaping you
WHAT HAPPENED?! WHO HURT YOU— Raph was ready
“Baby doll what happened?”, Raph’s voice was laced with worry as he rested a hand on your side where you laid bundled up, he could feel you trembling
Oh his heart broke for his baby
After you explained how your day ACTUALLY went and how the party just overwhelmed you he felt SO BAD—
Raph simply climbed into the bed with you and opened his arms into which you climbed into instantly, accepting the bear hug your massive boyfriend gave you
Raph always gave THE BEST hugs and they were your favorite things, bringing you back to your senses instantly
Your boyfriend let you ride out your episode of anxiety in his arms, cooing gentle words to calm you while his hand gently rubbed your back
“Dont EVER do anything if ya ain’t feeling good okay?… I’ll always be here to take care of ya”, Raph being soft and comforting to you always made you melt
Cups your cute face in his hands and peppers kisses against your lips before wiping away your tears, “grab one of my shirts and get comfy… we’re snugglin’”
Donnie
Donnie knew when your mood was off
Considering Donnie knew you like the back of his hand with how much he studied you (not in a weird way) and paid attention to you over the year you’ve been dating, he caught on to when you weren’t feeling good instantly
Checked on you here and there in which you would try to give him a nod and stiff smile, he wasn’t buying it
Donnie didn’t even give you the chance to run off, escorting you out himself as he guided you to the lab
All the signs were there and you were going to spill—
Once you two were in privacy Donnie looked down at you and cupped your cheeks, hazel hues locked with your own filled with the utmost concern
“Are you okay?”, Donnie’s voice was so sincere and concerned
Cue the water works—
You start crying almost instantly, babbling out what was wrong between cries as Donnie silently nodded and wrapped his arms around you.
Donnie simply held you and rocked you gently as you let it out, “you’re okay.. todays over. You can relax now..”
Donnie was such a sweet pea when it came to taking care of you
When you began to relax, Donnie brushed your hair out of your face and looked down at you as he wiped away any stray tears from your cheeks
“Do you wanna go to the room and watch a movie?.. we can eat movie snacks..”, Donnie always knew how to put a smile on your face
Mikey
Considering Mikey was the one who organized the party tonight he was all to happy to have you there as well
Everything seemed to be going smoothly, everyone laughing and joking, enjoying their time but he couldn’t help but notice you not really joining in on any of it
Was the party bad? We’re you not enjoying yourself? Everyone enjoyed themselves at his party! Especially his girlfriend!
After you excused yourself and disappeared, Mikey couldn’t help but frown at your absence
Mikey didn’t want to be a bad host and leave his guests but his girl came first!
After announcing he’d be back he strolled to his room, “hey! Why’d you disaaa…”
Mikey’s words drifted off when he saw you hugging yourself and shaking a bit with soft whimpers
Similar to Leo, his own mind was going haywire with panic about what could’ve happened to cause this, did he do something?
Mikey walked up to you and automatically wrapped his arms around your waist as he hugged you close
“Hey angelcakes… did something happen out there?”, Mikey usually had an aloof upbeat demeanor but it faltered when he saw his girlfriend in distress
You tried to brush it off for Mikey but obviously there wasn’t any hiding it anymore—
Mikey don’t take excUSES
Makes you spill what’s actually wrong
Mikey is pretty knowledgeable about anxiety considering he actually tends to get it at times himself
“We can always stay in here if you want”, stays with you the entire time till you’re calm, the guests can entertain themselves
//just something to throw out there to get my mind off the fact life is kicking my ass right now. If Mikey seems off it’s cause I 100% don’t know how to write for him properly
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Since everyone is making their own little version of the characters I thought I would join the fun for my Fallen crown Au! These were supposed to be quick little sketches just to get some ideas down but they still took me the whole day:'D will probably change as I draw them but I wanted at least something down on for the time being and I do like how most turned out!
Single versions plus some info and ramblings about each under cut for those interested:
My lamb was mainly based on both, yes the actual player character but also the vibes of my own plathrough which were very "oh god who let this child be in charge?-" while I'll still mostly just call them Lamb I figured they should still have a proper name so I went with my friends @/tamaruaart suggestion as it suits them rather nicely! And most note worthy detail is honestly just the fact that they carry something from each bishops realm on their person now, I like to think they treat those items like little trophies:>
Narinder is probably my weakest I feel like, he definitely needs something to give him some extra "ompf!". I basically made his undertaker fit a sorta reverse or at least loosely inspired by his white robes in game. I imagine he is very boney or a straight up skeleton underneath so he covers it all up beneath heavy fabrics, but because I lack subtly I still covered him in bones regardless-
And yea I kept the veil cause 1. It's a look and 2. It coviently covers up his now sewn shut third eye.
There wasn't much reason behind making him an undertaker, I simply thought it suited him, when your the former god of death you aren't exactly squeamish around corpses. Lastly the dark blues are there to contrast the other followers warm tones, as they kinda seen him as an outcast which is just fine for narinder he isnt exactly thrilled to be here.
I'll put Leshy and Heket together as they were sorta designed as a set.Since they are both youngest among the bishops I sorta latched onto the headcanon that they get along pretty well and just stick together after getting into the cult so they just share a lot of their duties. So I gave them some matching elements like the puffy shorts but also stuff that contrasts like Leshy having looser clothing and Hekets being more tight. Or Heket getting working gloves with a little belt to hold tools plus a hat for the sun, meanwhile Leshy will happily dig through the dirt bare clawed in the sun for hours-
I debated on giving Heket an apron but honestly I think she would only wear one while cooking or tending the farm plots there is no reason for her to wear it casually, the gloves though stay for I reason I utterly love because its PETTY-
Literally the only reason she keeps them on almost constantly is because when the lamb asks she can be like "ew, I'm not touching you with my bare hands." Yes, my humour is broken moving on-
I also gave Leshy a cane just so he actually has something to feel around with when he is areas he isn't too familiar with so he isn't running into crap- on that note, Heket can speak a bit but not exactly loud or for a very long time without seriously hurting her throat, once I properly learn it I definitely wanna draw her using sign language.
Lastly bodies, Leshy was based off a previous drawing I made of him in bishop form, I simply made it less monsterous but he is in charge of chaos so he had to remain a creature- Heket is more straight forward, she is a frog and she is large and in charge.
There was one reason why I made Shamura a tailor and that was the mental image of them sewing the bishops clothes when they were younger and dressing them up all cute.
I went for more pink colors mainly because I thought it better suited the purple and would make their red eyes pop! Honestly I really love their colors they remind me of a Berry! I've drawn shamura before but honestly the only things that stuck were the colors,face and then also the hand markings I did tweak their eyes a bit I wanted something more stern feeling.
For clothing I kept everything nice and loose, while they are the tailor I also love the idea that in their spare time they either teach the youths in the cult or are like the champion of the fighting pit because war is also their domain and they can be- so I wanted them dressed pretty comfy to deal with whatever may come! But still keep everything pretty mature and mildly fancy maybe in the future I'll do some fancy gold and silver embroidery to the pants because of that.
As for body type I wanted them to be pretty thin but unlike Narinder who is twink material under his cloak they have a bit more bulk on top to show that they can choose violence if they so wish-
I adore me some pathetic but still serving men, honestly except for the cross on his belt I completely ignored the fact I made him a medic- If he needs to treat something gross he can throw something over to protect his clothes but just like Heket there is no reason for him to wear that while not working.
Otherwise my main goal was simply to make Kalamar look pretty and fancy. I debated on either short or long bottoms until I realized I'd have to figure out his tentacle situation, then realized I don't hate myself THAT MUCH so bro got put into a floor length gown, work smarter not harder kids.
If I have an excuse to give a character a shawl I will take it so fast.
His body type I mainly wanted to flesh out the roster so I tried making him very squishy and huggable looking, I debated on thinner so he looked more dangly and stretchy but that made him kinda to similar to Narinders build for my liking.
#doppel rambles#doppel draws#cotl bishops#cotl shamura#cotl kallamar#cotl leshy#cotl heket#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#cotl au#cotl#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb heket#cult of the lamb leshy#cult of the lamb fanart#cult of the lamb shamura#cult of the lamb narinder#cult of the lamb kallamar#cult of the lamb#fallen crown au
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Tattooed Hearts | Pre story
Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader
Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.
Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities
Edit: I thought it would be fun to do a short story of JK and Y/N hooking up before the main plot of Tattooed Hearts. So it basically just sex…anyways, enjoy!
Tattooed Hearts: Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII • Pt VIII
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You laid on his bed, clothes off, Jungkook standing over you like you were his prey. This wasn’t the first time you’d slept together, it had been a while since you’d first met. He was kind, thoughtful, hot and good in bed. You met him at the tattoo parlour, he was the one that was doing your tattoo, the skeleton hand holding a rose. You both talked, laughed, then he asked you to dinner. Agreeing, he took you to a nice restaurant, wine and dined you and after, topped it off with amazing sex. Now, you’d had sex before, but all of your ex’s had been so self absorbed that they almost never focused on you. When you accidentally let that slip to Jungkook a few days after your first time sleeping together, he was determined to fix the wrong doings of your idiotic ex’s. That’s why you were now lying on his bed, spread out for him. This was the night that Jungkook decided to treat you like a goddess, making you cum over and over again until you knew nothing but his name. He was perfect, he was the one, he was yours.
“Okay, baby, gonna need you to keep your legs spread for me. Can you do that?” He asked in a sweet, but husky voice. Getting on his knees, he gently kissed your inner thighs.
You nodded, feeling your clit throb when he touched it gently with his fingers. He lightly caressed your pussy, spreading your slick around. You let out small whimpers and whines, never having been this turned on by someone. His lips trailed from your inner thighs to your pussy, taking your clit between his lips and sucking. You moaned, hands gripping the sheets beside you, feeling his hot tongue swirl around your clit. He detached his lips from your clit, licking a stripe from you opening to your clit. Brining your hand up to cover your mouth, it was stopped by Jungkook grabbing your wrist, “No, baby. I wanna hear all your sounds. I wanna hear how good I make you feel. My good girl.” His fingers intertwined with yours, placing your hands on your tummy.
He quickly returned to your pussy, sucking on your clit, pushing his tongue into your hole, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. You squeezed his hand tight, thighs going to close but being stopped by him. “Keep your legs spread.” He spoke in a dark and dominant voice, using his free hand to push two fingers into you. By doing that, he made you yelp, feeing his fingers search around in you for that one spot.
“Fuck, kookie…!” You moaned loudly, making Jungkook smirk against your pussy, pressing the spot harder as he fingered you deep.
“Found it…” He whispered against your cunt, gently scraping his teeth against your clit. That one movement made you grind onto his tongue, moaning loudly, pleading for more.
He pulled away, grabbing your waist and pulling you to sit up, making your pussy come in contact with his dick. “Be a good girl and take my dick.” He groaned into your ear, aligning the tip of his dick with your entrance. Guiding you down onto him, he held your waist and made you grind gently on him. The feeling of your clit rubbing up against his pubic bone sent you into a frenzy. Once you were adjusted to his size, he made you bounce up and down on his dick, speeding up gradually making slapping sounds echo through his room.
“Plea-…please! I can’t h-hold it…n-need to cum…!” You begged, nails scraping his back. He moaned from feeling you claw at him, holding your thighs, thrusting his hips up into yours.
“Fuck, baby, so good…cum for me, cum for me.” He told you, releasing himself inside of you, bringing you to the edge as well.
Your hips stuttered as you relaxed in his lap from your orgasm. His big hands slowly caressing your sides to help calm you down, “Thank you…that was really, really good…” you giggled, looking at him.
“Oh, baby. Who said I was done yet?” He asked, flipping you onto your back, retreating back down to your already throbbing pussy again.
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I beg of you- on my hands and knees- to please write more Warrior! Ghost and Spoil! Soap-
I crave it-
Totally chill if you don't wanna tho! Take your time, do what you wanna do!
Love your writing and TikToks regardless!
Hell yeah! I've been getting a ton of requests and I'm super excited for this part!
Also, I did put this on ao3 under the same name. If any of you guys are on there!
Soap was slow to get out of the bathtub. Very slow. He waited until the water had went from tepid to bone chilling when he slunk out of it.
It gave him plenty of time to think about his… predicament.
The thing was, he wasn’t scared Ghost was going to kill him. Despite grabbing his weapon, he didn’t look like someone who was about to stab a man.
He looked at him with a disturbing hunger. Soap had stared into him, seeing something half starved stare back. And then Ghost had left him.
Soap carefully reached his hand out of the door to grab the clothing. He couldn’t see Ghost but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there.
The clothes were far too big, falling around him almost comically. Ghost’s shirt hit his mid thigh and Soap had to lace the pants up tight to keep them from falling down his hips. He chanced a look in the mirror, a little surprised.
Soap had dalliances before. Mostly with women but men too. He looked like them. Some pretty lass or lad who had stolen his shirt. Was that on purpose?
No. Ghost was just tall and big and Soap was… a little more average sized. The comparison was just in his head.
He finished getting dressed and that’s when he made a decision. Clearly Ghost wasn’t as nice as he was trying to play himself to be. His reputation had preceded him by quite a bit. Playing coy now wasn’t going to get Soap to trust him.
So Soap was going to test him. He unlaced the top part of the shirt slightly, letting it show off a bit more of his chest. He fixed his hair so it fell a little more artfully and a little less staticy mess.
Maybe he could convince Ghost to get him some things to fix his hair better. Seducing him might make him a little more apt to give him stuff. Though, Ghost hadn’t exactly been treating him badly.
Soap thought of the hunger in those eyes again and shuddered.
Sick bastard.
He left the bathroom and went looking for him. Ghost was on His bed, laid out, still fully clothed. He had taken his boots off but still had his socks off. If Soap didn’t know any better, he’d think he was asleep. His arms carefully crossed across his chest.
The floor under Soap creaked and he looked up, staring at Soap.
“I knew those clothes would be too big for you.” His eyes stayed on his face the entire time.
“Why did you give them to me?” Soap puffed his chest out a little, hands going behind his back.
“I don’t want to deal with your corpse when you die from the cold.”
“Ah…” Soap flushed down and he saw it. Saw Ghost’s eyes follow the color down.
“Come here.” Ghost mumbled and Soap followed. Here it was. Proof that Ghost whatever his last name is was an monst-
Ghost had gotten leather cuffs with fur inlining. He shoved Soap to his side of the bed and rolled over, facing away from him again.
Soap blinked, looking down at himself. No, he looked good. Had he misjudged the situation? Or was Ghost just very good at self control?
Only one way to find out.
Keep pressing.
In the morning, Soap watched Ghost cook instead of looking around. He had done plenty of that yesterday. Nothing in the house held any particular interest. There were no escape routes besides the door. The windows were either too narrow for him to fit through or led straight into someone’s garden. Not to mention almost all of them were covered in thick fabric or pelts, basically anything that would prevent someone from looking in.
Ghost was interesting though. He cooked quickly, efficiently and, in what was a shock to Soap considering where Ghost was from, did season his food. Maybe not as well as Soap would’ve, but it explained why the stew was so good.
A plate was shoved at him.
“Are you seriously still not going to eat with me? You saw me as naked as the day I was born yesterday. Can’t even lift up your mask?”
“I didn’t look.” Ghost stared him down.
“What?” That caught Soap off guard. “Are ya suddenly a gentleman? You threw me over your shoulder like a rowdy toddler the other day but you wouldn’t take a look?”
“I didn’t look.” Ghost said a little more firm. He looked away from Soap, like he was ashamed, but Soap had a feeling he was telling the truth.
“Do you want to? I have some stunning tattoos.” Soap was taunting him again, testing him. Ghost just needed to push a little. It’s all Soap wanted.
“No.” Ghost turned away from him and fixed himself a plate, leaving Soap to stare at his back. He walked off with it, disappearing somewhere in the house. Soap didn’t go looking for him.
The food was, again, pretty good. Fancy a warrior knowing how to cook so well.
Soap waited until Ghost was polishing his blades to take one, gently throwing it back and forth between his hands. “They’re pretty. Make them yourself?”
“No. Have a friend that does it.” Ghost watched him carefully, hand following the blade as it arched through the air. “Be careful. Don’t want you cutting yourself.”
Soap hummed. “You should know I’m good with my hands by now.” Ghost’s hands clenched hard and he glanced away.
“Don’t need them rusting.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. They must be expensive.”
“A fair penny, but quality is worth it.”
“Aye, just like whores.” Ghost flinched. The action caught Soap so off guard he took a half a step back.
“Aye. Just like whores.” Ghost echoed his statement, looking at him heavily. “Considering you were free, what does that make you?”
Soap flushed all over. “Ah fuck off you bawbag.”
“Speak English, MacTavish.” With Soap still standing up and Ghost sitting down, he had to look up. Unlike when Soap was on that couch, Ghost could actually make out his features. But Soap could see his eyes. This close, with most of the kohl rubbed off, Soap could make out his eyelashes. Pretty, blond and full.
“You a bonnie under that mask?” Soap asked softly, feeling the sudden tension as he leaned forward. “That why you cover up?”
Ghost looked trapped for once and it sent a thrill through Soap. “Ah. Worried I’ll jump your bones?” He leaned a little closer.
The hit wasn’t hard. It clearly wasn’t meant to hurt him, just get some distance. Landed right in his gut though and took his breath away.
Ghost stood up and it wasn’t that hunger Soap had been searching for. It was rage. Harsh and unsettling and directed right at him.
Stupid. Stupid fucking idea.
Soap started to back away desperately. Hoping for a way out he knew wouldn’t be there. He hit the wall and froze as Ghost advanced on him.
When Ghost’s fist came up, he tensed and his eyes shut quickly. The blow never came. After a moment of quiet, he opened his eyes to see Ghost’s not even an inch away from.
“Don’t ever fucking talk to me like that again. Don’t fucking call me pretty or a bonnie or whatever dumb shit your brain comes up with. Understood?”
Soap nodded slowly, finding it hard to breath.
“Listen to me, closely. Because I’m not going to repeat myself. You’re here because I wanted to piss off my general. That’s it. I don’t want sex from you. I don’t want your compliments. I don’t want you to appeal to my better nature because I don’t have one. If you need something, tell me and I’ll try to get it for you. But we’re not fucking friends.”
Soap stared into those eyes. He thought he had seen them once. A sword had went through his side and there he had met death.
Today, he must’ve met him again.
“Yes, sir.” Soap got out. “I’m sorry.”
Ghost pushed away and Soap realized the blow he had been expecting had landed by his head. The wall had a slight dent from it. He tried not to think about that.
“You cut yourself.” Ghost commented after a moment. Soap looked down to see that yes, he did indeed do that. He also tried not to think about the fact that he had a weapon and it did not cross his mind once to use it.
Ghost grabbed alcohol from his cabinet and bandages.
“I can do it myself.” Soap tried weakly but Ghost just ignored him. He took off his gloves to bandage him. Soap decided to focus on those instead of his own. Ghost could handle his cuts.
They were callused. Little scars all over them, probably from similar things to what Soap had just done. The guy handles knives for a living and you have to start somewhere.
No rings. But right at the edge of his shirtsleeve, Soap thought he caught a flash of a bracelet.
“Done.”
“Thank you.”
Ghost grunted in response and put the alcohol away. Soap took note of that.
“What’s your name?”
“Ghost.”
“No. Like.. your actual name. Doesn’t have to be the full one, but I’m curious.”
Ghost was quiet a while. So long that Soap assumed he was being ignored. He watched him put everything up and then clean the bloody blade.
“Simon. Haven’t been called it in a long time, but it’s Simon.”
“Simon. Good name. Suits you.”
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Can we get a blurb about toxic!steve (not so anymore) and reader sleeping for the first time together after years? And she can notice the shift in his attitude when it comes to sex...or at least sex with her, please?
toxic!steve x fem!reader [bonus]
warnings: smut. cursing. soft steve. morning sex.
— ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ
Weeks pass by and he's nothing but the perfect boyfriend. It kinda makes you upset for missing out on all this for the whole time you decided to keep him at arm's length even if he gave you no reason to do so. His face always brightens when you enter the room, and now you're basically living in his house. You knew not to ask too many questions about his parents, and although you see it's bothering him, you know that he'll tell you when he feels ready, without any pressure from you. And another thing you learned, is that Steve Harrington is a cuddler to heart. As much as he always tries to keep his cool when you shuffle closer at night, opening his arm for you to settle on his side, he always ends up half on top of you, his face buried in your chest as he snores contentedly. And that's how you wake up most days.
“No, m'free today.” He complains when you give the first try at getting up from his embrace, immediately being tugged down again. It was Saturday, and you couldn't say no when you gaze out the window and see the mounds of snow gathered over night, plus the toasty warmth under the thick covers. “Okay, okay, not going anywhere.” You chuckle, pushing your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp soothingly, he shuffles into you until he's on top of you, slowly pushing his lips into the skin of your shoulder and neck. “I love that...” He says through a dreamy sigh, his hands riding up your sides, having you release a similar sound. Without much thought, he shuffles on top of you again, sliding his hips between your warm thighs, and you can feel his morning wood pressing into your thigh.
You usually ignore it, knowing it was involuntary, but with the way his kisses get more sloppy as his fingers dig into your sides you know it's deliberate. “Steve?” You ask under your breath, looking up at the ceiling as his lips suck a rosy mark on your neck, one you'll surely be sporting for days, though Robin has seen it all before. His head barely lifts at your question, eyes still a bit droopy as he blinks slowly at you. You take in his mussed hair, his swollen lips, slightly sleep-puffy eyes and his long lashes, fanning over his cheek bones, and for the first time in months, you decide that Steve Harrington doesn't look kissable, he looks fuckable...very much so.
“Yeah? Something wrong?” He asks carefully, stopping himself, his warm palms pressing against your waist, making you squirm under his gaze. “N-no...just, I can feel you.” You explain, looking away a bit embarrassed. It doesn't take him long before his eyebrows dart up, lifting his hips with a slight apology. “No...don't.” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him back, flush to you and he can't help but grunt at the feeling. He knew that at some point this was bound to happen, no matter how soon or how late, he knew that he wanted this whenever you felt ready. “Wanna do this? It's no big deal, I can pop to the bathroom and take care of it, don't worry.” He offers innocently, but the thought of Steve with his hand shoved down his sweats in your bathroom makes your insides clench, especially your cunt.
“I want to help. I want this.” You whsiper, almost too shy to look at him. He never makes you feel this way, like you are so small under him, fragile even with the way he studies your face carefully as you say the words, not wanting to make you feel like you had to help him with it. He's content with ignoring the growing ache as long as he gets to stay with you like this. “You do?” And when you nod feverishly, he chuckles, kissing you to save you from the embarrassment he senses you feel. “It's okay, I want this too. For a long time,” A sort of a giddy smile spreads across his face as his fingers tease their way under your shirt, dancing over your belly and up over your ribs until he reaches your boobs, cupping them into his palms and kneading, two fingers catching your nipples which has you gasping and twisting under him.
The sight is not fully foreign, having had the pleasure of seeing you like this before, but now it means something, it means love, it means trust, it means so much more than it did in high school. His hands move up, taking the shirt with them as he pulls it over your head, discarding it to the side as his mouth lands on one of your nipples, the slow roll of his tongue over them makes you buck your hips. His hands' next destination is your sweats, slowly dragging them down your legs until you can kick them away with a slight shiver. “M'cold, can we keep the blankets over?” You ask as you fist your hands into the front of his shirt, tugging at it until he lifts himself slightly, pulling it off in a blink before returning on top of you, keeping the blankets over his back just as requested.
“Wanna taste you so bad, baby...too desperate to do it now, okay?” You never thought that Steve would admit that he's desperate for something, but the softness of his tone just about makes you melt against the mattress, offering you a slight smile as he pulls on the strings of his matching sweats and snaking a hand inside, shifting his cock up, his tip passing the waistband and you lick your lips as the way his tip reddened with need, your hand reaching forward to swipe your thumb over his slit from where precum is oozing out. Smearing the shine around, he gasps, bucking into your hand before your hook your hands into his sweats and tug them down too, grateful for the missing layer of boxers which would've been a problem added to the bunch.
You just stare at his length for a few moments, stunned just as the first time, though back then you didn't get a good look at it. You can't describe it in any way other than pretty. Just like him, long, not too thick, veins bulging from base to tip, a few trimmed curls decorating the base. His cock jumps under your gaze as you gently run your fingertips over his length, memorizing each curve, bump and edge as you wrap your smaller hand around him, barely fitting around his girth as you jerk him off slowly, looking up at him to catch his response.
His lips are parted and his eyes barely stay open, but that only makes you want him more, so you release his cock and push your underwear to the side, shifting your hips under him as you lock your legs in place and around his waist, pulling him close. He kisses you again as he rubs his ruddy tip through your folds, gathering the wetness before he pushes against your entrance and you're nowhere near ready for the stretch. “S-Steve!” You cry out, arching into him as you dig your nails into his shoulder and the back of his neck. “M'sorry sweetheart, gotta take it slow.” He stops pushing, not wanting to bully his way in like last time. Then, he enjoyed seeing you limping through the halls, but now, the last thing he wants is to hurt you in any way. “Don't think I can take it...hurts too much.” With a whine, you bite on your cheek, keeping silent as you try to regulate your erratic breathing. “It's okay, I promise. You're a tough one, remember our first time? You were such a good girl, so eager. Don't worry, I'll make it fit for ya.” He grunts as you clench around him at his words. “I'll be nice ‘n deep inside you in no time, just breathe f'me.” He urges gently and once be feels you inhale, you body slacking, he pushes again, slowly thrusting his hips back and forwards until he coaxes his whole length into you.
“Such a good girl. See? Took every last inch, baby.” Crooning, he leans down, kissing your forehead, the gesture so soft and gentle that it has you whining, arching up to chase his lips. And then you're begging him to move. As much as you told him you didn't want to take more of him, now you were begging for him to move. Something which he finds cute, but now, he wants to be sweet to you so he starts thrusting, just as requested, his rhythm slow and calculated. It didn't feel like the first time, where he straight up bullied your poor pussy, ruining it for everyone else and you can't even count the times you fucked yourself on your fingers, thinking about them being his cock, barely managing to make yourself cum, and now that you finally got it, you can never let go again.
“Just as good as I remember...just as good.” He breathes out through a moan, one strong arm slipping under your back and around your waist, pulling you off the bed and into his body as if you weighed nothing, as if you were a ragdoll and he could maneuver you exactly how he wanted, though you won't complain. His free hand breached on the bed, keeping himself up, his hips continuously roll against yours with mumbled curses or small sounds, shared between your lips which are close to pressing together but not quite. “Want it so bad—” You mumble incoherently, your thoughts jumbled and your body limp under his touch, his torso pressing against you tightly while he keep you in place, the arm wrapped around you holds onto you tightly. “I'll give it to you, I promise, just gotta make my pretty girl cum first.”
And now you understand the saying of ‘making love’. Just the two of you under the blankets, sharing the warmth of your bodies and the breaths which slowly turn into pants as you both approach the end. His love, though never acknowledged out loud, was now ever so present in the moment, it felt magical as your eyes stay locked on his, his lips parting with a gasp as you clutch onto his hair, feeling the way you're fluttering around him. “That's it, atta girl, let me hear you, don't be shy.” Truthfully, he wants to beg for you to be louder when you come, but he knows just asking you nicely would do too. Listening to his request, your body locks up and your head thumps back suddenly, your thighs trembling against his hips as you tighten your hold on him, pressing him flush to you, your noses pressing and smushing together into the kiss, though not caring as you can feel him twitch inside of you, signalling he's not far behind.
“Inside?” He croaks out the question, hoping you say yes because he doesn't think he's able to pull out, not when you feel so good, not when your cunt is sucking him right back in, not when you open your hazy eyes after the breathtaking kiss you just shared, and most importantly when you beg him to cum inside. “Inside, inside, yeah please give it to me...I want all of it, please Steve.” He's done for the moment you start speaking, his hips snapping harshly against you, burying himself to the hilt as he cums, his nails digging into your skin as the other hand curls into the sheets with ragged gasps and moans of your name, his damp forehead pressing to yours in very much the same state. “Shit—” He mumbles, silencing himself with another kiss, his tongue swiping over yours with a groan as he rocks two, three more times into you, as if trying to drain himself completely inside of you.
“Indeed...” You reply with a small chuckle, still hazy from your orgasm, letting him pepper kisses over your face, tracing them from your forehead to your cheeks, to your jaw, then to your lips and up to your nose, letting the plush skin press against any part of you available. The three words stand on the tip of your tongue, but you know it's not the moment for them yet, so you pull his lips to yours, pouring them into it, hoping he feels them.
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Keep requesting from different people with no luck but what if jason voorhees had a S/O who reads to him when he's "sleeping" in the lake and he has dreams about the story and has a dream of him and the reader as beauty and the beast?
Reading B&B to Jason + Dream stuff!
while this isnt a slasher blog and i am grossly underqualified to speak of anything book related to beauty and the beast, i truly do love this idea + i really felt the whole request thing </3
this aint perfect but i hope you enjoy it regardless! may your other/future requests be answered someday!
!!!quick note, admins only exposure to beauty and the beast is the original disney film, they have never read any renditions of it so theyre going off the basic bare bones concept
not proof read, i am literally belting this out before i gotta bake an order </3
I could be silly, i could make him dream of himself as the beauty as opposed to being the beast, but im not 100% sure how i would go about writing that.... perhaps ill save that for the next time my slasher brainrot strikes me
i think he would love that you read for him, small little act that helps heal that inner child inside him + it reminds him of how his mom used to read to him at night. its almost bittersweet... im torn on whether or not pam would've read him beauty and the beast/similar adjacent tales. I admit, I'm not sure how many renditions of the story there are, and which ones were around when Jason was a kid but lets say, for convivence lets say she didnt
whenever you read to him hes hooked on every word you say, head in your lap and looking up at you with this sort of sparkle in his eye. loves it when you put on goofy voices for different characters. generally a very calm and peaceful moment between the two of you
so imagine offering to read the story to him, and he is just. totally immersed. even before he falls asleep he sees the parallels between the book and you, bonus if you somehow find a way to show him the disney movie of it
as for the dreams, naturally he's in the beasts position. solitary and secluded away from others, and self admittedly from the man himself, a sight for sore eyes (no matter how much some may disagree), and you as the beauty (not that much changes in the dream, he already sees you as something radiant)
the first time he has the dream he doesnt really say anything about it, actually he doesnt remember most of the dream thanks to him nearly forgetting everything that second he wakes up
but the dream keeps happening, even long after you first read the story to him, and each night he seems to be able to piece everything together
you wander into his home, and he keeps you. protects you, actually. the events of your arrival in the dream are blurred, but seem to line up with how you first entered his life.
theres no talking furniture, unfortunately
however i do wanna say theres talking animals in their place
nature boy
actually, jason doesnt seem to be a prince in his dreams, just a simple man
hes not even a physical monster in his dreams.
but unlike the disney adaptation, when the whole... breaking the curse thing happens, there is no transformation. so hey, theres that at least
he eventually talks to you about it, sheepishly signing the details to you as he tries to not seem embarrassed about it. but he cant help but to get giddy when he sees your smile
"aww you dream about me?" is a comment sure to make his signing pause for a second before he covers his hands over his mask
i wish i had more for this but im on a bit of a time crunch atm and as stated in the authors note my only exposure is the disney film and SOBS
you (making sure hes okay with the nickname first, obviously) playfully call him beast, and he starts calling you beauty
the story eventually kind of becomes you guys' thing, like how some couples have their song or their movie or their whatever
#slasher x you#slasher imagine#slasher x reader#jason voorhees x you#jason voorhees x reader#jason voorhees imagine
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Eddie Munson x anorexic reader
in all the fics I have read reader always either faints or gets really dizzy and Eddie finds out, how about one where she just tells him.
You had decided you had to tell eddie. It was something you weren't going to be able to beat anytime soon. It would be easier to be honest with him.
Note: I collaborated with my dearest @munson-blurbs on this one. Bug selflessly volunteered to help me with this and I would never turn down a chance to write with her. She wrote from the reader's perspective, while I wrote from Eddie's, as we both felt that's what we understood best. Thank you so much for this request and I hope you enjoy what we came up with!
Bug’s note: As someone who has battled anorexia, I aimed to make Reader’s perspective as realistic as possible; however, my own experiences may be different from other people’s. If you are struggling with an eating disorder, please feel free to reach out. I can help you find any resources you need.
Warnings: anorexia, eating disorders, body dysmorphia, language, i think that’s it?
Words: 1.8k
It all started so innocently. You’d wanted to lose a little weight, get in shape, and improve your health. All of the magazine articles you’d read insisted that you cut out carbs, fats, and basically anything delicious. So you did, with the hopes of looking like the waif-like women who graced the covers week after week.
The magazine recommended weighing yourself once a week, and that’s what you’d done initially. But once a week soon turned to three times a week, then every day, and then multiple times a day.
There are other “tricks” you’ve learned. Your food journal, page after page of calorie counting, is kept tucked away in your nightstand. You drink copious amounts of diet soda to feel “full.” When you do eat, you ensure that your portion size stays small. Exercise becomes harder the less you eat, but you feel guilty if you skip a day at the gym.
Guilt isn’t the only pain you feel; your bones are constantly sore and cracking. Clumps of hair fall out when you take showers. It’s hard to sleep with your stomach rumbling, even though you’re always tired. And no matter the weather, you’re bundled up in sweaters, trying to stave off the chill that courses through you.
You’ve done a pretty decent job of hiding your burgeoning obsession with weight loss from your friends and family.
Even your boyfriend hasn’t seemed to notice yet, always telling you that you’re beautiful. Which is probably why he just came home from the store with a half-gallon of ice cream.
“Eddie, I…I don’t want this.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “You can have it, though.”
“What?” He looks down at the carton he slid over to you. “Did I buy the wrong flavor?”
He knows he didn’t; you know he didn’t. Chocolate chip cookie dough is your favorite. “I’m just–you know I’m trying to eat healthier. ‘S almost summer and I wanna look good in my bikini.”
With an adorable pout on his face, he walks over and wraps his arms around you. “If you want to eat healthier, that’s fine. But you look perfect. So you don’t ever have to worry about that.” He presses a kiss to the side of your neck.
“I said no,” you insist, tone much harsher this time. “If I have this, I’ll just…backslide. Start eating this shit all the time.” You start for your room, pressing your hand to your head. “Just…get it out of here.”
“Okay.” Eddie holds his hands up in defense, a crease forming on his forehead as he frowns. “I’m sorry. I’ll just, uh…” he trails off, looking around the kitchen as he tries to decide what to do with the offending item. “I’ll just put it in the freezer and swing it by Dustin’s tomorrow.” He opens the freezer door and turns back to you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, Eds,” you say through gritted teeth, but your tears give you away. “Give me a minute, okay? I need to go for a walk.” You’d already gone for a run today, but you could certainly still use the exercise. Just thinking about the ice cream, even looking at it, probably added an inch to your waistline.
The tears weren’t usual for you. If your fierce revulsion to the ice cream didn’t set off an alarm in Eddie’s head, the tears certainly would have. “Okay. Um, do you want me to come with you? I can just grab my shoes and we could head down to the park if you want?”
You shake your head, dots forming in front of your eyes. You steady yourself against the countertop, hoping Eddie didn’t notice. “I want to be alone. Please.” You shrug your jacket over your shoulders and shove your keys in the pocket.
Heaving a sigh, Eddie takes a few steps over towards you. He glances out the window and scratches the back of his head. “Baby, it’s getting really dark outside. I don’t think you should be out there by yourself.”
“What do you want from me, Eddie? I’m trying to look good–and stop saying that I already do, because I know that’s a lie–and it’s like you’re…you’re sabotaging me!” you sputter, clenching your fists. “First the ice cream, now telling me I can’t go for a walk–”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Time out.” He holds his hands up near his ears, eyes shifting in his head as his mind tries to process all that just came out of your mouth. “First of all, have I ever lied to you before? In my life? No, so why the hell would I start now? You look fucking amazing. I love how you look. And…” He pauses, shaking his head, trying to sort through his own thoughts. “Sabotage you? Where the hell is that coming from? Babe…babe you’re scaring the shit out of me. I’m not telling you what to do, I swear. I’m just really fucking confused.”
“I don’t look ‘amazing!’” you cry out. “I’m ugly and I need to lose weight! Because if you’re not losing, you’re gaining, and I am not going to gain weight. I…I can’t.”
“Hey, hey…” Eddie takes the few steps over to you and cups your face in his hands. His thumbs rub over your cheekbones as he looks at you in concern. “What’s going on, sweetheart? Please, please talk to me.”
Your emotions bubble over like a can of seltzer that’s been shaken up. “Baby, I’m s-so scared,” you sob. “I just w-wanted to get healthy, get in shape, but now I’m terrified of eating. I don’t even see food as food anymore; it’s all just calories. It doesn’t even m-make sense; like, I can eat the frozen pasta TV dinners because they’re only one serving size, but I’m t-too afraid to make pasta from the box. Because what if…what if it’s more than a serving size? Or what if I’m still hungry after, and then I eat more?”
“Oh baby, come here.” Eddie moves slowly so he doesn’t startle you and wraps his arms around your body. He holds you close to his chest and presses a few kisses to the top of your head. His heart breaks inside of him, not only because of what you just said, but because he doesn’t know how to help you or make you feel better. A million things to say run through his mind but he isn’t sure if any of them will make it worse or not. So what if you eat more? If you’re hungry you can eat, baby. You have to eat to stay healthy. Finally, he settles on something. “How long have you been feeling this way?”
You sigh. “It’s hard to say when, exactly. I started my diet, what, six months ago?” He nods, and you continue. “So maybe it got more…intense about two or three months in.” You plop down on the couch. “I just wanted to look like Nancy or Robin. They’re so pretty and thin; it’s like they don’t even have to try.”
Eddie listens to you intently the whole time and takes his place on the couch next to you. Anger boils in his blood but he refuses to let it show; he doesn’t want you to think it’s anger at you. It’s at the fact that you feel this way, the fact that you don’t see yourself the way that he does. He takes a few deep breaths in and out before he speaks again. “Sweetheart, I’m the first one to admit that I’m way out of my depth here. I’m terrified I’m going to say something and make it worse. But something I do know about? Comparing myself to others. Just like you just did with Robin and Nancy. Are they pretty? Yes. Does that make you any less pretty? Absolutely not.” He knows he didn’t touch the “thin” aspect, but he doesn’t feel like he has the right words to do so. “Growing up, I always compared myself to others, you know that. But let me ask you something; would you love me if I were anyone else? Or do you love me because I’m me?”
“Because you’re you, obviously,” you answer honestly. “I’d love you no matter what you looked like, because you’ll always be the most handsome man in the world to me.” You rest your head on his shoulder, relaxing slightly when you feel him rubbing your back.
“That’s how I feel about you, princess.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You could dye your hair, shave your head, tattoo your entire body, eat all you physically could, and you’d still be the most beautiful woman in the world. But I don’t think just my words are going to make this better, are they?” He tucks some of your hair behind your ear.
“No,” you agree. “I wish it was that easy. I wish I could just see myself the way that you see me but it’s like there’s something blocking my brain from doing that. I don’t…I don’t know what to do. How to fix it.” You use the back of your hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “I’m really scared,” you repeat.
“Like I said earlier, I’ve never lied to you before. And I’m not going to start now.” He rubs your back with one hand and wipes away a few tears you missed with the other. “So, I’m going to tell you that part of me is scared, too. Scared because I don’t understand how you feel. Scared because it’s not something I can fix. But part of me isn’t scared at all. Because no matter what it takes to help you, I’m going to be right by your side. I’m going to hold your hand no matter what and do everything that I possibly can to help you. And if there’s one thing that I’ve learned being with you, it’s that there isn’t a damn thing we can’t do together.”
You sniffle before you speak. “Could you help me find a doctor? Or, like, a therapist or something? I don’t even know where to begin, honestly.”
“Of course, baby. We can go see my doctor and ask her for a recommendation, hmm? Remember? You liked her a lot when you came in with me when I thought I had a hernia? But it was just gas?” The corners of his mouth tilt up, hoping to make you smile since you’ve never let him forget the embarrassing incident.
“Still one of the funniest moments of our relationship,” you tease him.
“I’m glad you think so,” Eddie says. “Does that mean you want me to make an appointment with her?”
There’s a part of you that silently screams no, that you’re not that sick, that you don’t need help. But looking into Eddie’s worried brown eyes, you can feel that it’s untrue. “Yes,” you say finally, offering him a small smile. You yelp as he tackles you into a gigantic hug.
“I love you so, so, so much, baby!” He takes your head in his hands and presses loud, smacking kisses all over your face.
“I love you, too,” you manage between giggles. It’s only the start of this journey, but you’re going to make it through.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fan fiction
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Immune system go brr
A few designs I’ve done since I had this mutated brainchild back in October. I have others like eosinophil and dendritic but I wanna redraw them. I was still learning the way of the cell creature back then lol. Image IDs under the cut
[Start ID: The first image shows the AU design for U-1146. The background is white with a gray triangle pattern. He’s wearing his usual uniform, but he has a rounded, noseless snout, long ears without holes, and his one eye that is showing has black sclera and a round silver iris. His skin, turned cell membrane, is pure white with faint gray striped that resemble the markings of a raccoon. He has a tail with the same colors, it’s long, skinny, and has multiple lobes on it. Who on the very end, and a few dorsal lobes along its length. Again, like a raccoon, the tail has those faint stripes on it. He’s standing and staring at the viewer with his one visible eye, with his left hand in a fist, and the other gripping a silver knife. There’s some text next to his head that reads: “Only has one eye, and it can’t un-dilate so he always has that big sauger pupil we see in the media.” Another text box reads “Some raccoon inspiration because the official art makes it look like he has an eye mask.” There’s a piece of this official art in the top left corner of the image for comparison, and in the bottom right, there’s my watermark.
The second image shows Killer T Cell’s design. The background has an orange-yellow triangle design. He’s standing with his usual uniform, head turned and arms crossed. He doesn’t have bones, though, so his arms look more like they’re tied in a knot. He keeps his canon skin tone and hair style, but his membrane has dark blue markings that make him resemble a peregrine falcon. He shares the basic physical features with U-1146, except his tail is thinner and only has two small lobes on the end. His tail is yellow, like his hair, and has an arrow pointing from it to a picture of a banana flavored Snack Pack pudding package, noting that his tail looks a lot like banana pudding by humorously noting “Is it worth it?” Unlike 46, T’s hazel eyes are made up of multiple pupils that coalesce like a lava lamp, and this is true for all future entries as well. Again, there’s my watermark and an actual picture of killer t for reference.
The third image shows Macrophage’s design, and a cream-colored triangle background. Macrophage has large, frilled ears, and a darker cell membrane that looks almost like light coffee. She’s wearing her normal ruffled dress, but instead of legs, she has long tentacles without suckers, built almost like Ursula. She’s covered in white patterns with ripple-like stripes and spots, resembling a cuttlefish. With her right arm and one of her tentacles, she’s holding her signature cleaver, dripping with red blood, which also stained another tentacle and parts of her dress, and the other arm is held up to her face in an “I didn’t do that!” pose. She’s accompanied by a picture of anime Macrophage and a microscope photo of a real macrophage, reaching out with its “arms” to some bacteria. There’s a text box under it that reads: “like come on I HAD to make her a sea monster, have you seen real macrophages? Look at this bitch.” Another box reads: “lots of cephalopod inspiration, octopus-like build with cuttlefish markings and frills.” A final humorous box says “it’s ok she just had to refill the ketchup at McDonald’s,” referring to the blood.
The fourth image featured NK’s design with a green patterned background, as are the following images. She keeps her skin tone and clothes for the most part, but she has a centaur-like build. Her black tank top is extended to cover her chest and has short sleeves for her first set of legs, and ends with a belt around her midsection to her green shorts. She has green boots on all four of her feet, and her tail is black with green splotches, and has lots of lobes, almost like that of a leafy sea dragon. She has army-green spots resembling a cheetah, and she’s smiling and looking confident, with her left hand in a fist. She has her saber in a sheath on her back, and a brown bag secured to her belt like a saddlebag. There’s an arrow pointing to the photo of anime NK from a text box that says “there is something about this SPECIFIC png of NK that cracks me up sm and I don’t fucking know what it is.”
The fifth image shows Helper T, who shares many basic traits with Killer T such as bipedalism and a two-loved tail. While he still has the creature features like the big ears and rounded snout, he’s race-swapped as a black man, and has dark stripes along his arms and face like a peacock. His eyes are blue, and he’s holding a cup of green tea, dropping a cookie in it. There’s a small figure showing that his hair (flagella) are each coiled rather than straight.
The final image shows B cell’s design, which has a lot of bird inspiration. He has a longer snout, plumed tail and ears, and big flat lobes along his arms that look like wings. His eyes are silver md his stripes are brown and green, patterned like that of a blue jay. He’s also holding his antibody gun. A text box reads: “Bird boy! B cells were first discovered in birds and are named after the bursa of fabrics, a thymus-like organ for B cells that only birds have.” There’s also a note that says “face shape inspired by the Hilda bird because look at him,” accompanied by a screenshot of the raven from the Netflix series Hilda. He has a simple, completely black design with a rounded face, stick-figure legs and small wings. End ID.]
#hataraku saibou#cells at work#my art#spec evo#speculative biology#speculative evolution#tw trypophobia#kinda. like with the eyes. idk just to be safe#tw cartoon blood#u1146#killer t cell#macrophage#nk cell#helper t cell#b cell#au#character design#they don’t have bones so I just tied his arms in a knot lmao#it looks better with night shift on#idk if that’s common practice for digital artists but I’d like to keep my eyes please#I just turned it off and I feel like I got flashbanged#damnit macrophage still has my old Reddit on it#I’m starting to think this isn’t what tags are for
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Okay, so Sider Order.
Here's a few of my random observations and thoughts:
So here it looks like Pearl Drone is flying Eight in through a window? Ands it looks like some kind of factory or packaging plant. I've heard folks saying that the things being packed in boxes could be something akin to Mem Cakes from Octo Expansion...Perhaps and early sign that Kamabo.Co is involved.
FINALLY, ENEMIES THAT AREN'T OCTARIANS!
Well, these Goo-bers are interesting. Many have pointed out that they resemble fish species that feed on coral. But I also want to add that they have an "undead" aesthetic even more overt than they sanitised people. Someone on Tiktok pointed out that they look like fossils, and the "jelly" surrounding the bones (and what seems to be their ink) could be a visual pun on "fossil fuels". Note how the "bursts" of fluid don't look anything like the ink that other entities in the series use.
This basically confirms that we'll be playing as Agent Eight. After the first teaser I saw a lot of theories about being a clone floating around.
Now everyone's going crazy about DedF1sh (Or Acht, as they are referring to themselves here.) There's some interesting dialogue here. First of all, "another bystander who got suck in here", so, "another" in this context could be themselves since she's talking to Eight and Pearl, but there could be a chance that we could encounter more people who have ended up at the Spire of Order. Plus, she's most likely not here of her own accord, from the "bystander sucked in" part (assuming she's telling the truth). People are being brought here.
Secondly, Acht mentions knowing Marina from "way back", so we could be getting deeper into Marina's backstory (another common theme in the fan theories). Dedf1sh also introduces the player to the Chip and Palette system, which are a core part of the DLC's gameplay loop, since they appear to be going for a Rogue-like. Ther chips kind of remind me of the paint colour swatches you get at a hardware shop, combined with computer chips (that's not totally relevant, I'll admit).
More stuff to do with the gameplay. It looks like each floor has a few variants with different difficulties and objectives, which reward a currency, most likely used to buy chips and other upgrades. It's giving that impression almost that the Spire is another "testing facility", akin to the Deep Sea Metro. Hopefully this places doesn't contain any blenders.
Unusual way of spawning in, where you can see Eight's soul ghost...thing enter a polygonal model before fully forming. There does seem to be a lot of digital glitchy stuff going on. Maybe some virtual reality elements?
Finally, what I think looks like a boss arena (although some have suggested that this machine is the Big Bad itself). Upon close inspection, the "faces" scattered around it are covered in the oil and are moving around a bit. Looks kinda like Tartar during the final confrontation when he for some reason had a blob of sanitised goop on his face. I might be reading too much into this.
I mean, if they wanna bring Tartar back, he is an AI, so they could say a back-up copy of him was found somewhere. Like, a time capsule with the Professor's crappy spare USB or somethin' idk.
Anyway, that's all I got for know. Just gotta wait for Spring.
#splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon side order#splatoon dlc#dedf1sh#splatoon off the hook#splatoon agent 8
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