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bkgml · 4 months

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I desperately need a part 2 to the head scratching obsession katsuki has with a few different scenarios preferably MAYBE reader scratches his head w her pretty nails while there hanging out w friends and he’s trying SO HARD not to let them see him fold 😭

OHHHHHHHH YESSSSS

car ride

i’m thinking of u and katsuki sitting in the backseat of a car idk who’s driving maybe it’s a bakusquad road trip and everyone else is asleep

(except kiri who has his eyes locked on the road)

and it’s getting super late but youre still a couple hours from the hotel.

i’m thinking it’s like a van situation and u and kats are in the back back bc kats hates having eyes drilling into the back of his skull.

and you can tell he’s getting super sleepy but he keeps saying he’s fine and he can wait until you’re out of the car.

i’m thinking you’re leaning up against the window with your legs in his lap and his body keeps deflating with tiredness and eventually you just tug at his arm and open yours in invitation.

he huffs but flops down onto your lap anyway but he’s still frowning as if it’s the biggest inconvenience in the world.

until he feels your heavenly nails graze his scalp, sending full body chills through him causing him to nuzzle into you and groan lightly.

it doesn’t take long for him to still, falling into a deep sleep.

and just know he’s going to be annoyed to the max when you get to the hotel. grumbles that you should just sleep in the car.

drunk

you’ve been at the club for 3 hours now, you’re dancing with mina and you look real sexy. if only it wasn’t so late. katsuki is dead tired and is ready to just flop into bed.

“bro take a shot, you look like you’re gonna fall asleep at the table.” kiri advises before downing three shots with denki.

“bullshit.” katsuki murmurs.

“why not bro? you’re not driving.” sero says with a hint of malice in his tone, stuck being the DD for the night.

“whatever. just order more shots.” katsuki groans.

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“katsukiiii!” you cheer, skipping over to him giddily.

“that’s not katsuki anymore, yn. thats BIG KB!” denki cheers, earning a groan from mina.

“what is that stupid ass nickname.” she says, rolling her eyes.

taking a closer look at your boyfriend he does seem a little out of it.

“what’s the matter… big kb?” you tease, grinning.

you’re only a little tipsy. mostly high on life of the dance floor but sober enough to think straight.

“had some drinks.” he murmurs, fingers reaching over to rub against your cheek.

you pause, slightly stunned at his words.

“wow.. did you lose a bet kats?” you question, leaning into his touch.

he shakes his head, frowning at you thinking he would ever lose a bet to the idiots.

“nah he was just a sleepy guy, weren’t ya?” denki teases, pinching katsuki’s arm.

katsuki frowns, shrugging denki off.

you giggle leaning closer to katsuki.

“you a little tired, suki?” you whisper to keep the conversation private.

he frowns, offended.

“no? could stay here all night.” he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

you make a ‘really?’ face at him.

he scoffs. as if you don’t believe him, ridiculous.

“go back out and dance.” he says, nudging you away softly.

you hesitate, wanting to settle down for the night yourself now.

katsuki’s so cute when he’s drunk, you just want to be at home with him.

“guys we’re actually just gonna uber home right now, but this was super fun.” you say smiling and katsuki frowns deeply.

the four had moved onto another conversation while you talked to katsuki, their attention now turning to you and your boyfriends big frown.

“wow, getting lucky tonight bakugou?” denki grins.

katsuki wraps an arm around you as if to protect you from his words.

“we’re not even going home, shut it.” he grunts.

you turn your head to look at your boyfriend.

“yes we are.” you say gently.

“no.”

“katsuki, yes.” you say firmly.

“no.”

you feel frustration bubble up in your head but push it down in favour of sneaking your arm behind katsuki’s head, fingers dancing on the very back of his neck.

“no. not this shit.” he groans, but doesn’t move away from your touch.

“shhhh, let’s go home big kb.” you whisper into his ear.

your hand toys with the hairs at the back of his neck before snaking up from his neck to the crown of his head, causing chills to spread throughout katsuki.

he groans deeply.

“fine.” he grits out between his teeth, refusing to look down at you.

“ha! did you see that mina?! did you see-“ denki gets cut off at katsuki shoving him off his place on the booth, making denki tumble onto the floor so you and kats can get out.

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patches-and-her-selfships · 1 year

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handbag 👛and blush 😳for wilt!!

-@red-velvet-ships

Thank you so much for the questions, Mx. Anonymous! I’ll try to answer them as best as I can! Sorry in advance if I can’t answer them well, this Tumblr thing’s still kinda new to me, heheh…

handbag 👛: how do you like to hold s/i?

I think Dottie does most of the holding! She likes to wrap herself around me kind of like a koala if that makes sense! It always makes me feel warm and fuzzy when they do that!

blush 😳: how does s/i like to fluster you?

If I’m being honest, she flusters me just by being around me! I remember before I confessed to her that I turned bright red whenever she hugged me, complimented me, talked to me, drew in her sketchpad, walked in the room, or even when she wasn’t doing anything at all! I was a total mess! And I still am, heheh…

-Wilt Michaels

#YAYAYYA FIRST ASK YESSSSS #i love this i love you #please send more asks this is fun #ping pong except it's not ping pong #a guy asked me about them once #sorry i like you 🏀#f/ovember

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agentmarvel · 7 months

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Can we have headcanons of fem!reader wife x 141 guys and how they each handle her leaving for girl’s night out in a really skimpy dress?

I think they’d all have hilarious reactions.😂

Omg yesssss

NSFW under the cut

MDNI - 18+

♡ Price:

Oh lord, that man is NOT letting you out of the house.

"Where ya think you're going in that?"

gets a little pissy when you remind him you have one girls night a month, and you have every right to wear whatever you want

"Doesn't mean you have the right to show anyone else what's mine, love."

will physically block the door with his whole body, knowing you won't be able to move him unless he allows it

he isn't mad - no, quite the opposite! it's taking every ounce of his self-restraint not to rip that damn thing in half and have his way with you right there on the foyer floor

"John, move. I don't want to be late!" - "Shame... You should've thought about that before you put on something you know damn well I can't resist."

he thinks it's cute when you argue with him, but you both know this ends up with your front pressed up against the door, panties pulled to the side, and his cock buried to the hilt inside you

after he cums, he pulls your panties back into place and gives you a harsh swat on the ass, not caring that your make up is a little smudged or that your legs are jello while he's giving you that smug look he wears so well

"Enjoy your night out, Mrs. Price. Hurry home."

♡ Gaz:

he's on you before you even walk out of the bathroom after you finish your hair

wraps his arms around your waist, puts his chin on your shoulder, tells you how pretty you look

"This dress new? Haven't seen it on the floor before."

ohhhhh, he is so down bad for you, even after as long as you've been together

makes it a point to grab a quick selfie bc he knows it's a solid confidence booster, and he wants you to feel as beautiful as you look

it doesn't really cross his mind that anyone would try anything on you - you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and he knows who you'll come home to; he knows who's bed you'll be in tonight, who's name you'll be calling in the dark

he even helps you pick the right shoes, even though you know he picks his favorite pair in hopes of seeing you in just those when you get home

ever the gentleman, he walks you out to your car, reminds you to drive safe, call him if you have too much to drink, etc.

he does, however, make it a point to send you some downright raunchy texts and a photo of his more... physical reaction, just in case you needed some motivation to come home a little early

when you get home (early), he's still riled up; he's too impatient to wait for you to make it upstairs, much less to unzip your dress for you, so you end up riding him on the landing until he's too tongue-tied to keep telling you how hot you look

♡ Soap:

you're not making it out of the house. Period.

the SECOND Johnny lays eyes on you, it's over

he's grabby as hell, digging his fingers into any part of you that he can - squeezing your ass, your hips, your thighs, tits, tummy, anything - while he navigates you to the nearest surface

"Yer so fuckin' pretty, baby. Never seen something so fuckin' perfect in my god damn life."

it doesn't matter if you end up on the couch, the kitchen counter, in the back yard; he's eating your pussy like a death row prisoner's last meal until you're crying, trying to wrench his head away with the hair tangled in your fist

he has your dress bunched up around your waist, straps pulled down so he can play with your nipples, but uses the whole garment as leverage while he fucks you stupid

you should've known better than to put a t-bone in front of a starving dog and expect it not to bite

"Go ahead, bonnie; text your little friends, tell them you're not gonna make it, yeah?"

♡ Ghost:

"'course, love. Have fun, be careful, call me if you need a ride."

Simon isn't too worried initially; he knows there isn't going to be a single soul in that bar willing or able to face his wrath should anything untoward happen. but then he actually sees what you're wearing, and all bets are off

that's why he follows you, he tells himself, it has nothing to do with the insatiable urge to destroy your ability to walk tomorrow

nothing trumps your safety, in terms of his priorities. he's simply here to look out for his wife, right?

wrong. he spends the next hour and a half watching you from a darkened corner of the bar while his palms itch with a need to touch

opportunity knocks when you excuse yourself from the table, and he follows you into the restroom, slipping in before you have a chance to lock the door

you're not surprised to see him (duh, you know him better than just about anyone), but you are surprised to find yourself bent over the sink, looking Simon in the eye through his reflection. he's fucking you mercilessly, spewing absolute filth while he pulls your head back by your hair

"My perfect little whore, hmm? Waltzing around in that tiny dress, wearing my fuckin' ring, rubbin' it in everyone's faces that you only open those pretty legs for me."

he wants to cum on your face, but you pout about the possibility of it getting in your eye, or worse, on your dress, so he settles for letting you swallow it instead

his impulses return not much longer after you return to your table; instead, he texts you that he's ready to head out, and you are all too quick to oblige

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nvmadic · 9 months

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best friends!ted and schlatt are the first people you go to after your boyfriend has the nerve to call you a slut and other mean because of a dress you wore to a night clubbing with him but then ALSO having the nerve to send pictures of him with other girls all over him as 'revenge'

so when you stop answering your phone, he's trying to call you over and over again, but finally, one of his calls gets answered but it's not by you: it's ted.

"yesssss?" he answers with the smuggest, sing-song voice, clearly amused at the audacity of your boyfriend calling you after that stunt.

"dude, where's my girl at?"

"your girl," ted laughs. "you're not that smart. you don't realize you just lost any right to call her that after today."

"what? dude, give my girlfriend the phone!"

"mm, okay, i'll put it on speaker for you," ted hums, pressing the button. instantly, the sound of you whimpering and mewling schlatt's name hits your boyfriend's ears. "that's it, such a good girl, my pretty girl," schlatt praises, a little lovesick smile on his face as he thumbs your clit.

"sorry she's not responding. she's busy gettin' some well-deserved comfort right now," ted says, eyes lidded as he watches the way schlatt's fingers worked at you. his mouth is pressing kisses all over your neck as you sit in his lap, your legs over his thighs.

"who's a good girl? say it, say you're our good girl, say you're our pretty baby," schlatt coos into your ear, wanting you to respond. he knows you were hurt by the names and things your now ex said, so he wanted that motherfucker to hear how pretty you sound when getting praised like you deserved.

"'s me, 's me, jay, i'm your good girl," you manage between moans, grinding against his hand. "please, please lemme cum, please?"

"ohh, when you sound so good like that, I'll do anything you fucking ask for, princess," schlatt groans before picking up his pace, the room filling with the wet noises coming from between your legs.

as your moans got louder, ted just chuckles into the phone. "mm, you don't need to hear any more of that. thanks for fuckin' up, though, pal! we finally upgraded from best friends with our pretty girl. and don't worry, we'll be better boyfriends than you ever fucking could be. bye-bye!"

yeah...i like them a lot 🖤

i am gobsmacked… going to go and touch grass.

#screaming without the s #crying throwing up #i need them both at the same time #i hear paris is lovely this time of year #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #schlatt smut #asks #void

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kiss-me-cill-me · 21 days

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prof!crane x student!reader

they haven’t fucked in a while because of summer break or something and when they finally see each other again in college reader’s getting attention from a lot of guys and crane gets super jealous something along those lines, i just your imagination more than mine! <3

smut ofc ;)

thank u lovey 💌

Yesssss I love Professor!Crane and I love this idea hehe 👀 I decided to go with one really annoying guy giving reader attention instead of a bunch, because that's just the way the muse ended up taking me. Thank you for requesting, anon, and I hope you enjoy!!

Independent Variable

Pairing: Professor!Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: After you catch the eye of an unwanted admirer in Dr. Crane's class, your professor happily teaches you a lesson about just who you belong to.

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, possessiveness, jealousy, harassment (not from Crane, but a pushy student in reader's class), okay Crane is kinda a jerk as well but like when is he not...

A/N: This fic is part of a series of oneshots set in the same AU. However, there is no real plot aside from Crane and the reader being horny, so you can read them in any order, skip around, etc.

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

You tossed a notebook onto your desk, and leaned back down to rustle through your bookbag, looking for a pen. As you did, you felt your dress ride up in the back, but made no move to adjust it.

“Hey,” said a voice behind you.

You shot up quickly and spun around, embarrassment flooding your cheeks at the thought of the unfamiliar man standing there, catching a glimpse of something he shouldn’t have.

“Is this seat taken?”

Your shoulders relaxed as you got a real look at him. The student in front of you looked like he might have just rolled out of bed, despite the fact that this was a 2pm class. His eyes were half-lidded as he gestured at the seat next to you, and you shook your head with a small, friendly smile.

“No, go ahead,” you replied.

As you both settled into your seats, you reminded yourself to pay more attention to your surroundings. Your thoughts had been wandering, almost without noticing it, to your professor.

Dr. Crane had been on your mind for the entirety of spring break, and being back in his class now was making it even harder to focus on anything else.

You snuck a brief look at him now, sitting quietly at the front of the room. He was hunched over, grading a stack of papers while he waited for the rest of your classmates to trickle in. It had been only a little over a week since you’d last seen him - and he had given you quite an intimate send-off to make sure you kept him in mind over spring break. But, unfortunately for you, it had only made sure that you’d had nothing but Dr. Crane on your mind for the whole week. Rather than satisfy you, his extra attention only increased your desire. This was your final class of the day, and you’d made plans to see him right after, as you usually did.

“Hey, did you just transfer into this class?” asked the boy next to you. You swiveled around to face him, slumped in his seat and smiling at you. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“No, I’ve been here,” you said curtly, though trying not to let too much annoyance creep into your voice. You weren’t really interested in light conversation, but it wasn’t his fault for trying to be friendly.

“Really,” droned the boy. It was less of a question than an advance. “I woulda thought I’d have noticed someone like you.”

Okay, maybe he was slightly less-than-innocent. And entirely too friendly, if you weren’t just imagining the hint of suggestion in his voice. You pressed your lips into a tight smile, suddenly regretting the fact that you’d let him sit next to you.

“Is this your first class with Professor Crane?” he continued.

“Um, no…” you replied, not really wanting to keep the conversation going, but somehow already too trapped to just ignore him.

“Heh, poor you,” said the boy. “I hear he’s the type that likes to fuck people over.”

You had to bite back a laugh. Somehow you doubted that any of Crane’s other students were getting “fucked over” in exactly the same way you were.

When you glanced over again at your professor, his eyes met yours briefly before darting back down to the stack of papers in front of him. The lingering frost of his stare made your toes curl.

“I like his classes,” you hummed, wary of letting your voice take on too much of the airy, dream-like quality that it often did when you thought about Crane. “I find them… stimulating.”

“Brave girl. You must be smart, huh?”

Before you had a chance to answer, Dr. Crane called the class to attention. As he launched into his welcome-back speech - short and to the point before he got on with the actual lesson - you let out a sigh of relief. You were thankful that this particular awkward interaction would be brief. After this class, you were never going to let this guy sit next to you again.

Ten minutes into the lecture, though, you felt a hand brush over your arm.

“Hey,” breathed the guy, his voice hissing all too close to your ear. “Do you have an eraser? I forgot mine.”

You hummed, too low for him to hear it, but with your teeth grating in anger. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? His hand rested on your arm, and you wanted to pull back and shake it off. Instead, you straightened your back and kept your eyes facing forward.

“No,” you spit back. “I take notes in pen.”

“Ooh, you are smart,” the boy teased, his tone somewhere just past the point of sincere flattery. “Don’t make any mistakes, do you?”

Your teeth mashed together a bit more.

“No wonder you sit in the front row-”

Your one-sided conversation was disrupted, abruptly, by a firm hand slamming down on each desk. You and the boy looked up together, to see Dr. Crane looming over you.

“Is there a problem here?” Crane asked.

“Uhh… no sir,” the boy answered.

You felt molten heat start to pool in your lap, weaving its way in between your legs. As your eyes trailed up the sleeve of his suit, you couldn’t help but imagine yourself slipping it off of Dr. Crane’s shoulders and throwing it into a corner of the room. This really wasn’t the time or place, much less the ideal situation to be fantasizing in. But the hint of strained possessiveness in his voice had shaken all other thoughts from your head.

“Let’s try to keep personal conversations to a minimum during class,” Crane suggested. He slinked back to his post at the lecturer’s podium.

You almost wanted to fan yourself with your notebook, but resisted the urge. Beside you, the boy let out a petulant grunt, and buried his face in his notes.

As much as you tried to focus on the lesson, you couldn’t help but notice every time Crane’s eyes strayed over to you, studying and astute. Usually he tried not to be so obvious about it. But you caught him staring at you so many times that you started to feel nervous that the rest of the class would notice it too. Somewhere deep in your chest, the thought made your heart flutter.

Unfortunately, you also noticed the multiple times the boy next to you poked and nudged you - always just subtly enough that you couldn’t call him out. His elbow touched yours as he turned to a new page. His foot drifted over to bump gently against the side of your bag on the floor. It was enough to drive you up a wall, but not enough to make a scene.

When class ended, finally, you all but shoved your notebook into your bag, and shot up from your seat like it was on fire. Somehow, Crane was faster than you, and you caught a glimpse of him slipping out of the room as you hurried to follow after.

“Hey! Wait up,” called the guy sitting next to you.

Shit. Not him again. You walked faster, stepping out into the hallway and darting around other students who were still milling about as you made your way to Crane’s office. You were supposed to meet him there, and you really wished you wouldn’t have an annoying little tagalong with you by the time you arrived.

“Where’re you going?” pestered an all too familiar voice.

You didn’t answer, and kept yourself focused on making it to Crane’s office. The walk wasn’t long, but when you arrived there was no sign of Crane. His door was open, though, and you hurried the last few steps to reach it.

“Hey!” the guy called behind you, again. Couldn't he take a hint?

You felt his hand on your arm, and this time you nearly did yank it away. The sheer shock of being touched stopped you, though, and you whirled around to face him, practically seething. The petulant look on his face fueled your anger, and you opened your venomous mouth to speak just as he interrupted you.

“You’re being so rude!” he complained. “I’m just trying to talk to you.”

That sent your brain for a spin. You were the one being rude? When he had just spent an entire class harassing you? You opened your mouth again, but this time, you didn’t have to speak.

“Have you considered that maybe she just isn’t interested in talking to you?”

You would recognize that slightly smug voice anywhere, and you were incredibly glad to hear it. Instantly, your shoulders relaxed as you looked up to see Crane, a piping hot mug in one hand as he idly bobbed a teabag up and down with the other.

“Wh-what?” the annoying boy stammered.

“Is something the matter?” Crane continued, not bothering to acknowledge the question. “I can’t say I appreciate you interrupting my lesson with your unfortunate attempt at… well, whatever it is you were trying to do.”

Clearly at a loss, the boy’s grip on your arm weakened as he tried to come up with a response. You tried to keep yourself from smiling. Too obviously, anyway. And just past the point where the silence had started to stretch into hopelessness, Crane spoke again.

“Well. If you wouldn’t mind moving, I have a private tutoring session to attend with your classmate here.” He gestured at you. “And you’re blocking my door.”

The boy stepped back, finally letting go of your arm in the process. His scowl was a poor retort to the authority that Crane seemed to exude even as he took a disinterested sip of his tea. You felt something stir inside you again, and you suddenly couldn’t wait to get behind closed doors with your professor. Not just because it meant getting away from this situation. And certainly not for a tutoring session.

“Thank you,” Crane said politely.

He ushered you into his office, careful not to touch you in any overt ways. But even as his hand lingered a few inches away from the small of your back, you could practically feel the energy passing between you. He was so going to get it as soon as that door was closed.

“And next time,” Crane said, turning briefly to shut the door, “I’m docking five points from your grade for every disruption in class.”

With a quick click, the door closed, and you were finally left alone with your professor. You could hear a harsh swear and the stomp of angry feet in the hallway, as the boy from class sulked away. You smiled, and took a step closer to Crane.

“Thank you,” you sighed. “You have no idea how I-”

You’d started to bring your arms up to wrap loosely around his shoulders, but Crane stopped you before you could, to your surprise. Hooking a finger under your chin, he forced you to stop short and looked at you shrewdly.

“I see you made a new friend over spring break,” he observed.

“Ugh. Yuck - no,” you laughed, still trying to wiggle closer so that you could hug him. “That guy was so annoying.”

“Annoying, hm?” Crane hummed. “Maybe I’ll have to start using assigned seats.”

He dropped your chin, and brushed past you while taking a sip of his tea. As he set the mug down on his desk, you spun around to see him settle into his huge leather office chair. You followed, swaying your hips a bit to tease him.

“Just as long as you keep me in the front row,” you said, half-jokingly.

“Yes, we wouldn’t want you getting distracted by anyone else, now would we?” Crane droned.

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, he looked up and crooked a finger at you, beckoning you to come closer. You did, and just as you came to a stop in front of him, Crane grabbed your wrist.

“Actually, I think I might have to move your seat a bit closer than that,” he mused.

Just as you were about to question what could be closer to him than the front row, he turned you around and pulled you down into his lap, making the hair on the back of your neck bristle as he pressed the side of his face against yours.

“After today, I’m starting to think that I’ll need to keep a closer eye on you,” Crane whispered huskily.

As his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you even closer, you squirmed.

“I wasn’t doing anything, though,” you protested. “It was all him.”

It occurred to you that you didn’t even know the rude boy’s name, and the thought made your cheeks heat up. Would that make Crane more annoyed, or less? He must have seen how bothered you were by the unwanted advances in class. Clearly, he was just teasing you, as he so often loved to do. But… what if he really was jealous, and thought you would flirt with anyone who gave you attention?

Slowly, you became aware of a growing bulge, now pressing up into your thigh. Okay, maybe you liked jealous Crane…

“You don’t really think that anything would happen between me and that guy, do you?” you gasped, playing up the shock in your voice.

You felt your back press fully into his chest as he tightened his arms again, pulling you in.

“Do you know what kind of game you’re playing?” Crane scowled behind you.

You did, and you knew that he knew it, too. Just like you knew he was fully aware that you were only playing dumb. But, that had never stopped either of you from having a bit of fun with it.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you sighed, grinding your hips down as your head leaned back to rest on his shoulder.

“Maybe I’ll have to show you then.”

With that, Crane’s hand pushed up the hem of your skirt, swiftly pressing past the fabric of your panties to rub at your slit.

“You’re wet,” he growled. “This had better be from me.”

You didn’t even try to hide the shiver that moved down your spine and straight to his cock, making your hips twist against him again. The armrests of his chair were the only thing available to brace yourself against, and you clutched at them.

Crane swirled his fingers against you again, his other arm keeping you pinned to his lap, and you lost the fight to hold back a shaky breath.

“Already worked up,” he observed. “Were you even paying attention in class?”

“Y-yes,” you insisted.

“Hm.”

Crane forced his hand into the very limited space between your body and his, quickly freeing himself and pressing his now fully-erect cock in between your legs. As you felt it brush against your thighs, you couldn’t help but buck your hips, trying to get a better angle. Crane stilled you, bringing his lips close to your ear as he held you in place.

“Somehow I doubt you were really focusing on the lecture,” he said. “So, I think you and I will have to go over it again. But first…”

He held your panties to the side, repositioning so he could slide himself fully inside of your cunt. It was embarrassing how easily he was able to - your walls offering hardly any resistance as he pressed in.

“Enjoy your new assigned seat.”

You let out a moan as you started to move up and down, slowly at first to warm up to the stretch of him. Almost as soon as you’d started, though, Crane stopped you, hugging you suffocatingly close so that you couldn’t so much as wiggle your hips.

“No fidgeting in class,” he warned.

You huffed impatiently; the ache that was steadily growing between your legs only somewhat quelled by the way he filled you.

“But we’re not in class,” you protested.

“Didn’t I just tell you?” Crane hissed. “We’re going back over the material. Now…”

He leaned forward to reach for a textbook on his desk, and the small movement caused him to shift just enough to give you a hint of the stimulation you needed. But too soon, it was gone, and Crane had settled back into his chair with you still trapped on his lap, stretched and desperate for friction.

“Do you remember what today’s lesson was about?” he asked wickedly. “Or was your mind already wandering by the time I started talking?”

It was nearly impossible to focus with his voice dripping into your ear like that, and his cock buried so deep inside of you that you were seeing stars. But, you summoned up every last once of attention you could muster to answer him.

“C-clinical trial procedures for use with SSRIs,” you said, grinding your teeth.

“Hm. It almost seems like you were paying attention.”

“I was,” you agreed, quickly seizing the opportunity. “I even took notes. I can show you-”

“Taking notes just proves you can copy down words from a chalkboard,” he interrupted. “I want to make sure you really absorbed the information.”

He punctuated the word with his hips, thrusting up just enough for you to feel it, but so shallow that you couldn’t enjoy the effects for more than a second. You groaned, and felt Crane’s smirk against the shell of your ear.

“Why don’t we open our books to page three hundred and thirty-eight?” he droned, using the same flat, carefully-recited voice that he always did in class. Hearing it so close to your ear made your walls flutter around him, and Crane tapped a finger impatiently on the textbook in front of you, not letting up.

“Can’t you just fuck me?” you whined, not caring how petulant your voice sounded.

“What makes you think I’m going to do that?”

You wished that you weren’t turned away from him, if only so Crane could see the look of utter disbelief on your face. He was balls-deep inside of you, and asking why you thought he was going to fuck you? As if you were sitting across from each other, having an actual tutoring session, and not nearly cumming around his cock.

If only he would let you move.

As you sighed with frustration, an idea came to you. There was one way you could torture him back.

You flexed your muscles, staying perfectly still while your walls squeezed his whole length. You thought you felt him twitch slightly, just a little involuntary movement. But it was hard to tell when your mind was already filling up with thoughts of the way he was sure to bend you over his desk and thoroughly destroy you once you had given him enough incentive.

“C’mon,” you sighed. “Why hold back when you’re obviously dying to make me remember whose cock makes me fall apart? You’re so jealous.”

The smug smile was quickly wiped off your face as Crane’s hands tightened around your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“You think I’m jealous?”

He roughly swirled your hips, not giving you nearly enough friction, but still making you cry out. You wanted to scream for him to touch your clit, move you up and down - do anything. The torture of feeling him inside you, stretching you out with so little movement, was making your whole body burn. And most of the heat was starting to focus right between your legs, on the neglected bundle of nerves that was begging for attention.

“You think it drives me insane to watch someone else touch you?” He moved your hips again, and you felt a sharp pang of frustration. “That I don’t like it when someone else tries to take what’s mine?”

His last word was practically a growl, and you felt yourself clench again, not on purpose this time. The low hiss of his voice in your ear was almost enough to make you come undone, if only he would give you even the briefest hint of physical stimulation where you needed it.

You focused on squeezing him again, rubbing your legs together as much as you could.

“Don’t make me beg,” you pleaded.

“Oh no, sweetheart - you don’t have to beg. Like you said, I’m going to show you just who you belong to.”

With that, Crane’s hips shot up as he bit down harshly on the lobe of your ear. You were shocked to feel warmth spreading deep inside of you - you hadn’t even realized he was close. As he pressed deeper, one of his hands came up to squeeze roughly at your breast, and your mouth fell open.

You sat there together for a moment, Crane breathing a bit more heavily than he had been a few seconds ago. Eventually, you made a move to get up.

“I can’t believe you’re so petty,” you started.

Before you could stand up more than a fraction of an inch, Crane’s hold tightened on you again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

“To clean up.”

You could feel his cum starting to leak out of you slowly. It dripped down the shaft of his cock, still buried inside you and keeping most of the mess contained.

“I don’t think so,” he said, calmly. He pulled you back, pinning you right where you had been before. “You’re staying right here until we’ve gone over the lesson. And if you still can’t pay attention…” He swirled your hips again in that deliciously infuriating way. “Then I guess we’ll be here for a very long time.”

“You’re infuriating,” you sighed. “I didn’t even do anything wrong!”

“What a shame. Now, where were we?”

As Crane reached forward again to open the textbook, his still-hard cock brushed against your slick walls. You tried to hold back the moan that escaped your lips, but you could feel every inch of him still inside you, and it was no use trying to stop yourself.

Crane brought his lips to your ear as he started to lecture, and you shivered.

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fanaticsnail · 19 days

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"Can You Buy Me Supplies?"

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Crack Dialogue

Summary: How the OP characters react to you asking them to purchase you sanitary items for your menstruation period. One sentence dialogue.

Robin, Franky, Chopper, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Nami, Usopp, Brook, Kid, Killer, Law, Mihawk, Crocodile, Buggy, Shanks, Beckman, Doflamingo, Corazon.

Notes: this goes out to my afab!readers who experience menstruation. Little HC on how I think they'd react to your request. Enjoy!

Apprehensive Tag List: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @mfreedomstuff @carrotsunshine @vespidphoenix

Reaching for your Den-Den Mushi shell, you punch the buttons on the back of the receiver to relay your request.

You: "Hey, would you mind if you could get some things for me while you're out? I've just started my period, and I'm out of supplies."

Robin: "Already did, love. I'll also purchase some comfort foods for Sanji to cook for you to get you through it. We'll be back soon!"

Franky: "Super! Absolutely, I can! Did you want anything else while I'm out?"

Chopper: "Sure! I'm also getting flavoured pain relief for you, sugar makes it go down easier. And a bubble boba-tea. You want milky or fruity?"

Zoro: "Didn't you get your period last month? Didn't we get enough of the stuff last time?"

Sanji: "I have prepared soup, a heated blanket, a special sitting space to read by yourself, and I'll pick you up whatever you need. Let me take care of you, my sweet."

Luffy: "Supplies for a period? Like meat? Like a meat period? A period where we're only eating meat?"

Nami: "Hey, we're in sync! I am keen on a night in. Wanna share snacks, books and be in our pajamas for the rest of the day when we get back?"

Usopp: "I think I can do that? It's not intimidating, and I'm not scared at all. But just in case you think I am, would you mind telling me exactly what you need so I don't get it wrong?"

Brook: "Yoo ho ho ho hoo. Absolutely I will."

Eustass Kid: "What size pussy ya got?"

Killer: "Do you want one of each of the sizes? Is there a preference to what type you want? Gotta help me out a bit, here."

Law: "Did you check my office steel cupboard? I've got the back ups in there. Are they the right size, or do you have a preference for a different style? Actually, while you're there, would you mind telling me if we're out of gauze strips and bandages? Do we have enough pain relief?"

Mihawk: "Check the drawer beneath the sink in your ensuite. I resupplied last week in preparation for your upcoming cycle. I also bought wine and dark chocolate. They're in the kitchen if you need them."

Sir Crocodile: "I'll send for some for you. While we wait: would you prefer if I embrace you to give you some body heat for comfort, or leave you alone to grit through the pain?"

Buggy: "Fuck yes, not preggo! Yesssss! Okay, I'm heading out. You want the usual, or do you want me to get you a different style? You know, shake it up for a change? Wanna try one of them cups that keep it all up in there? Hah, would a party popper work?"

Shanks: does not pick up the shell, and shows up the following week as if nothing happened. Beckman, however, sends you a care package with usual supplies with an apology on behalf of his captain's lack of care.

Beckman: "Just the usual, or do you want a weighted heating sack too? I can also pick you up some new pajamas and comfortable socks from the tailor beside the store. Tell me what you need."

Doflamingo: "No. Suffer."

Corazon: does not speak and taps the speaker end of the shell in alphabetised code "You. Want. Tampons. Or. Pads. ?. Can. Also. Get. Pain. Relief. Medication. .. What. Do. You. Need. ?. Do. You. Want. Chocolate. Or. Red. Meat. ?."

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fire-lizard-ro · 4 months

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I am furiously chewing and gnawing on the idea of an arranged marriage with sunday hlep

Thank you for the ask, anon! And yesssss thank you so, so much for sending in a Sunday request!!! My boy!!! I am also brainrotting over this man at all times he lives rent free in my mind and I love him-

Hope you're doing well and enjoy what I wrote.

But also- This is not my expertise, so I'm going to say my piece and then direct you to my friendo @pix3lplays - This is like. Her thing. So I'm sure you'll get a more interesting response please go follow her hehehehe- <333

Writing under the cut (it’s all SFW):

Sunday is the picture of gentlemanly grace. Perhaps it is by the order of the family that he is to wed you for the good of the family and Penacony. Perhaps it is to strengthen their relations with the IPC as you are an important member. Or perhaps it is for other reasons that will help secure the safety or wellbeing of Penacony and its members. And of course, Sunday is a man who wishes only the best for his beloved home and he will do what he can to follow the path the Aeon of Harmony has laid out for their followers. So he takes it in stride, setting up an appointment to meet you. He would like to get to know his future spouse before the wedding no matter how willing he is to do this for his family.

The first time you meet, you immediately find yourself encapsulated by the gorgeous man who has come to meet you- At a place of your choosing, no less. He extended this favor in hopes of putting the right foot forward with you. Sunday wants things to go smoothly and for the marriage to go through to achieve whatever goal it is the family had in setting this up. He may be a busy man, but he can make time for important matters such as this.

He himself is surprised at you. You're far more than he was expecting, having been ready to deal with anything. But you're actually quite wonderful and he finds your appearance more than appealing. A pleasant surprise. He is sure to pull your seat out, hold the door for you, ask you before doing things- He even gives you a kiss to the back of your hand in greeting after asking politely if he could.

Sunday enjoys his time with you and so discusses more times in which the two of you can get to know each other. When you both are done with your little date of sorts, he gives you another kiss to the back of your hand and makes sure you have a safe way to get back home or to wherever you are staying. As he watches you leave first to make sure you get to your mode of transport safely, he asks gently that you let him know when you make it to your destination and raises a hand in farewell.

Each subsequent date brings the two of you closer and closer. One time, he brings flowers. Another, he brings you a snack from Penacony which could be considered a staple for them.

I, personally, think that Sunday would be someone who is easy to love and even easier to like. So by the time you both are walking down the isle, you're smitten with him. I'm sure he would also have a fondness for you. The both of you had already discussed the matter as Sunday is a thorough an who plans things out. You two had already talked and you both want to be amicable with one another and make this marriage work for the both of you. At the very least, the two of you would be companions and friends. But the two of you have also admitted that it would be nice if there was more beyond just that in your marriage.

Sunday is a man who always does right by you because you are now his spouse. But also because he likes you as a person. Days in which he brings back snacks and nicknacks he thinks you'd like. Calling you when he think he may be late at work. Picking up groceries on the way home when he can, calling to ask if you need or want anything. Making sure your favorites are always stocked even if you don't ask.

I imagine that for the two of you, after marriage the time you spend together most often is in the evening at dinner and then the time leading up to bedtime. He does lead a people and is always in high demand for his services, expertise, and leadership. But of course, he's very sweet on you during this time as a result. Nights of being laid up in bed, his back against the pillows placed against the headboard whilst he reads and you lean into his side, doing your own thing. Sunday will wrap an arm around you and occasionally rub your side or arm.

Slowly, over time, I think you both could become a real couple.

Yayyyy~ Sunday~ I love this man so much. <333

I might write an NSFW part to this. But as of right now, I'm happy with just this. If you want one, you can always send in another ask and I'll be sure to get right on it!

#Roro writes #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #gn reader #hsr x gn reader #honkai star rail x gn reader #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader #asks answered

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 24 days

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Mean Mommy Wanda overstimulating you after you begged her all day to play with you. You asked her so many times so this must've been what you wanted...

Omg yesssss!! Especially if she was planning on rewarding you for being patient but you decided to whine and beg even after she reprimanded you...

Here's a lil blurb bc I feel bad that I've waited so long to answer this

"Mommy... please I've been waiting for sooo long."

Wanda shuts her eyes briefly, momentary frustration running through her as she forces herself to calm. This was her own doing, after all. She'd put that damn vibrator in you during lunch as a game, forgetting how desperate and needy you got with the toy.

She hadn't expected her work day to pick up after the meal, but a client had wanted to meet last minute so her and her team were scrambling to get everything ready and there were so many fucking calls and you were always there in her peripheral vision with your wide, watering eyes and pleading voice...

"Mommy!"

Wanda's eyes snap open, a hard look in them.

You immediately stop, knowing you've pushed her too far. Lowering your head, you watch Wanda through your lashes as she slowly shuts her work laptop. Standing, she regards you coldy, and you can't help but feel both shame and arousal coursing through you.

"Bedroom, now." Is all she says, her words short and clipped.

Obeying, you utter a soft, 'Yes, ma'am,' and quickly tiptoe out of her office. Your breaths quicken with each step, your clit throbbing as different scenes run rampant through your mind.

Realistically, you know that Wanda is far too upset to give you any pleasure, so thoughts of her flogger hitting your skin until it's bruised and other punishments flood your thoughts.

As you settle yourself on the bed, kneeling in the center just the way Wanda likes, you're unsurprised to find your panties damp at the thought of punishment. You had only wanted her to ease the painful arousal building within you, but you figured that even though she was mad, any attention would be better than none.

"Tell me," Wanda says, startling you out of your thoughts. You hadn't hear her enter the bedroom, but you look up at her from your submissive pose on the bed. "Why were you being such a fucking brat this afternoon?"

Her green eyes are cold, piercing through you even as the sight of her perfectly sculpted cheekbones send another wave of painful arousal straight to your core. You swallow, breathing deeply and gathering your thoughts.

"I just wanted you to fuck me." You answer truthfully, knowing that Wanda wouldn't appreciate any unnecessary words.

She nods, almost thoughtfully. You see right through it, knowing she had already planned out the rest of the evening.

"And you always get what you want, right darling?" Her tone is filled with sarcasm, and you choose not to respond, simply shaking your head silently.

Wanda doesn't say anything else, pulling out her phone and tapping it a few times. You wonder what she's doing, until you feel the vibrations inside you strengthen, and your eyes widen as Wanda smirks.

"Since you want to sum so bad, I'll make you cum," Wand says, her voice sickeningly sweet. She leans over the bed, gripping your chin with one hand tightly. "But mommy isn't going to touch you."

You want to protest, but know the wouldn't get you anywhere. Instead, you plead with your eyes, watching as Wanda makes her way over to a chair.

As she sits in it, her posture regal as she crosses a single leg over the other, you feel your orgasm building. God, even just the sight of her sends you spiraling into waves of arousal, and now having her full attention on you... you're about to cum.

Wanda raises a single eyebrow, tilting her head as her finger slowly slides the vibrations up from the app on her phone. She watches, green eyes boring into you as you struggle to remain still in your kneeling position.

"Please..." You mutter, your thighs beginning to shake. Wanda doesn't react, her eyes roaming over your body as your breaths deepen.

With a sharp flick of her thumb, the vibrations increase to the maximum setting, and your orgasm crashes over you painfully.

Moaning, you manage to stay upright, your knees spreading as wetness floods your already soaked panties. You can feel your cum running down your inner thighs, and you focus on breathing as the vibrations inside you persist.

Wanda isn't relenting, the vibrator still set to the max setting.

Looking at her, your eyes fill with fear as the stimulation turns slightly painful. You can feel another orgasm rising, even as you ride out the aftershocks of your first one.

"Take it." Is all Wanda says, and you nod.

Feeling tears welling up at the sensation of painful pleasure rising within you, you brace your hands on the bed behind you, keeping your legs spread for Wanda to watch.

Wanda makes a noise of appreciation, her tongue quickly licking her lips, and you cum from the sight.

It's violent, your orgasm taking over every part of your body. Muscles seize and release rapidly, your hips twitching as you cum again. It's too much, and you resist the urge to reach down and pull the vibrator from your aching pussy.

Wanda watches, her gaze unwavering as you cum over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again...

Eventually, you cum for the last time, sobbing into Wanda's shoulder as she holds you up. The only thing keeping you upright is her strong arms around your waist, her words soothing in your ear.

"Good girl, you did so good for me, darling. Mommy had to punish you, and you took it so well. Let's get you all cleaned up, I'm so proud of you."

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SOOOO UUHHH??? THAT FINALE!!!!!???? The undying love I have for Rosie is insane she has the most comforting CG energy I neeeeeed your headcanons -☀️

Yesssss!

Best Caregiver ever!!!!!! I Love her energy! ❤️

The way she dusts off his jacket, scolds him lightly and teases him- it's so pure! I love their friendship!!

-She will always sing to Alastor either to calm him down or to entertain him. There's nothing that works better. He loves music!

-She will fuss over him constantly. He never lacks attention when around her.

-She will baby talk and tease him constantly, telling him how adorable he is. Al will pretend to hate it, but he actually loves it.

-She knows Alastor so well. She may even understand him more than he does himself. She studies people and takes mental notes of them constantly.📝

She will not forget anything about a person, when you're her friend, she is dedicated!

-She's the only one Alastor will listen to. No matter what anyone else says, he will not be fazed by their caregiver tendencies and voices. Only Rosie could ever tell him what to do, and he will actually listen.

-Shes not the type to dish out punishments unless it's absolutely necessary. She will always try to reason with Alastor and talk to him first. Try to understand what's going on and figure out how they can fix whatever the problem is.

-She will always remind Alastor to use his manners and to play nicely. (He's not always sure how to do that last part, but he's doing his best)

She's so kind and understanding of all people. 💕

She really seems like the type of person who never judges so long as you don't judge her.

-She calls Alastor her little Wendigo 🥰

She immediately puts herself in a parental role when she feels one is needed. Even if it's not asked of her.

-She talks to Vaggy about Charlie and Alastor and has asked her to keep an eye on him while he's at the hotel, she even gave Vaggy her number in case he needs her or they need her to talk to him.

-She would love to babysit Charlie and Vaggy if asked, and she made sure Vaggy and Charlie both knew that she's always willing to babysit!

-Her and Charlie are also good friends, and Charlie goes to her when she needs advice or just to rant.

-Charlie calls her Auntie Rosie. And she encourages it.

Full Alastor and Rosie post coming soon!

Feel free to send in your own headcannons 🌹🦌

@todayimfour

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hotluncheddie · 3 months

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omg it's been said before but your autistic Steve series is so good so life affirming so precious to me..... and so I would like to share my own thoughts on the matter...... Steve who did sports bc he had so much excess energy!! and now he gets the zoomies all the time and needs NEEDS to get outside and run around when the weather is nice...... Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask and Robin who says she likes him better without it!!!!.... Steve hyperfixations (feat Steve who reads and frequents the library my beloved, he's so casually curious it just makes sense with his characterization I think)...... Steve full body stimming with Eddie or Robin and feeling amazing!!!!!...... Steve who has set up his space Exactly The Way He Likes It.....

love and light to you ♥️💋🥞🏄🏻

lovely 2jug2head!!! hello!!! ur so sweet!!!

but autistic steve!!! my love!! my guy!!! yesssss!!!! these are all so good! so sweet and lovely and perfect!!! ty for sending me this!!!

(sorry this reply took a little to get too, i've been on my freak shit but finally got few ideas down for u <3)

i think steve would take time learning what stimming and being overstimulated and understimulated means. i think after the upside-down especially, but a lot before that too, he got too used to detaching, kind of separating from his body in order to survive. so now, sometimes, he gets these itches and urges and weird feelings and he just doesn’t know what to do about it. [and i think sport definitely helped him in the past, but i dunno if he would make that connection right away.]

but, he watches robin flap her arms with her sweater sleeves covering her hands. and watches eddie get fucking breathless head banging to a song. he sees robin skip to his car at the end of a shift, looking up at the sky and letting out a 'AHH!' with so so much feeling, cheeks flushed and eyes bright that the day is done, getting in and fiddling with the radio like it’s no big deal. he watches eddie jiggle his leg and bite his rings and stand up and pace when he's talking about something he loves. and steve tries them.

he tries all of them.

he fists his hands and shakes them until something dislodges in his chest, till he can finally take a full breath. he sings loudly along to bruce springsteen and wham in his car in the mornings, sometimes not ever really singing, just making noise. he jumps around his room with robin when she plays blondie, he asks eddie to show him how to head bang, tries it and laughs and kisses him breathless when the song ends. he gives robin his keys and takes off running in a lap around the building after work, sometimes near sprinting, sometimes circling five, six times, going till he's panting and the faces of all the people he had to see that day are washed away, until he can't feel the plastic on his fingers, can't smell the bleach or the too much cologne some guy used. until he's reset, until he's him again, not theirs, not who anyone wants him to be. until he feels good again, lets himself feel good.

sometimes, now, he jiggles his leg the same way eddie does, at the same time, until robin says she has to move 'feel fuckin' seasick over here with you two goblins.' and eddie just laughs. and steve can curl up into his side, if he wants, can pick up eddies hand and bite his rings if he feels like it, eddie would let him, maybe call him cute, wouldn't judge him. neither of them would, if he did that, if he did more. they would never, and its so nice.

["Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask" ;-; that's my fcuking GUY. he would and its so :(( !!!! ]

but yeah, robin would hate that fake plastic smile he puts on to mask sometimes. and she'd tell him, with so much love. 'stop it. show me you.' because she just wants to be with steve.

but she’s so wonderful, he just, she gets it. sometimes things that he didn’t even know were bothering him will build and he’ll snap and rant and moan to finally get it all out. lungs heaving as he empties everything out before her. but she’ll just look at it, and seem to place it all in a way that makes sense, a way that’s small and fits in his pocket. she’ll say ‘woah yeah, that seems like a lot / would be stressful / i’m not surprised you're overwhelmed’ and it’s just. it’s so simple. he’s seen, he’s listened too and validated. it still makes him pause, in stunned silence, and it’s like there’s a plaster placed on his heart with every instance that it happens. sometimes it seems to strike such a chord it's like it's hitting a deep wound that he buried inside, a scab finally healing and falling away. sometimes it makes him sob in her arms, overwhelmed and amazed and so so moved by this person he's met, this wonderful angelic creature that he gets to call his.

the next time he has his super masked, customer service face on when its just the two of them, she threatens to bite him. and steve smiles for real, laughs, feels another plaster sticking over the others.

and steve library frequenter yes yes!! i agree that he is curious and practical and i think a hands on kind of guy! so i think he goes to the library and gets books about cars. i think he likes learning about how to fix his, trying to understand what could go wrong, how it happens, what you do in different scenarios. i think that's something him and eddie and wayne bond over, helping to fix their cars. steve and eddie even work together to do up wayne's van a little, getting it a new bumper and a couple parts scavenged at the junkyard. it's fun for him to work out what's missing, what’s changed, how and why and then putting it into practice. taking something apart and putting it back together. makes him feel proud of himself, something he really doesn't feel often. makes his brain zone in and flow and focus for a couple hours and it just feels so nice, its a happy time for him.

also, speaking of special interests - ✨sport stats✨. steve can name the players of all the basketball teams currently playing professionally, likes watching the tactics shows that come on before and after the games. likes talking at eddie and explaining why its actually really cool that they swapped out that player to give this new guy a chance, he's big news, a young up and comer and has a really interesting play style, its gonna work well with how their current manger organises the court. and eddie just smiles at him, squeezing steves hand in his lap and trying to understand what he sees on screen, follow along (he struggles to take in all the information, it's just not his thing. but it makes him so happy when he watches steve watch.) and steves happy little keens when something interesting happens, mindlessly fiddling with eddie’s fingers and tapping his other hands fingers against his knee, 1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 2. relaxed and focused and sometimes he rocks when it gets really tense and eddies heart bursts.

because it wasn't always like that, it was a struggle and a near pleading for eddie to just get steve to tell him what he likes, talk to him, get to know him. to just let eddie in. because eddie wanted to know everything and steve just didn't know how to deal with that. why would eddie care? no one ever listens to him. he's embarrassing and annoying and gets to loud and eddie doesn't like sports so why would steve tell him anything? it took soft words and gentle encouragement and reassurance again and again that he's listening, he wants to listen, wants to know. 'always, always wanna listen to what you have to say stevie.' so when steve comes over to the trailer after work, talking about the latest switch they announced in the paper, how last nights points shifted the league around and now he doesn't even know who's going to win, isn't that cool? eddie fucking beams because this is his boy. his bright, beautiful, exited baby and he’s talking to eddie, he's letting eddie see him.

steve and his space though. thinking very much about that. he doesn’t have the strictest schedule, he’s learning that sometimes its okay to leave the sheets for another couple days, that the dust can settle for another week before he needs to wipe it away. but some things are just, they just have to be right. he needs to know where things are, needs the important stuff in the same place every day so he doesn't forget. needs his products in the bathroom out and in order so he can keep track of when something needs replacing, so he's not left without something he needs. wants this one specific pillow at night, and one for between his knees and a duvet on year round, needs it to feel warm and safe and right in his bed.

and his clothes, its not even about the sensory stuff for him, like yeah most of his tops are soft, his jeans pretty worn in. he has some really old sweatshirts that are special, that come out on the worst days. but it's also about how clothes look, how they make him feel. he want his jeans to fit right, sit right on his shoes. wants his shirts to make his shoulders look nice, make him feel comfortable and confident and like a normal fucking person who can exist in the world. its another part of the mask, maybe. but it works and its his and most of the time he thinks he looks good. and that's okay. he's learning and its healthy and its practical and it helps.

but he also adores wearing eddies t-shirts. when he's at home all day or to sleep at night. especially if eddies not there, when steve misses him, when he wants him. steve wears eddies t-shirts to bed. they're all ones eddies left after staying, they're old and soft and the tags have been cut out and they smell like eddie. like his eddie. like he's there. steve loves it, wraps himself up in it, helps him feel soothed and taken care of even if he's alone, maybe its a little sad, makes him feel embarrassed, too much. but he's learning not to care.

sometimes eddie talks to him and touches him in a certain special way that makes steve feel so so foggy and taken care of and amazing. so, if eddie's not there but he craves that foggy feeling, steve wears eddies t-shirts and he speaks to himself like eddie would and he makes himself dinner and looks after himself and tucks himself into bed and rubs the fabric of the collar against his nose. and tries not to feel embarrassed if he needs more, if he has to suck on his fingers/thumb for a while, clutching the fabric in his hand. tries to let himself whimper or even cry a little if he needs, at how nice it feels, how gooey and needy he can allow himself to get. accept it as part of himself, that eddie likes it, still likes him, still loves him. just something he needs sometimes. and steve falls asleep, wearing eddies t-shirt.

gonna tag a few people who might want to see, hope that's okay? wanna spread him around and show him off!! look at him!!! our best guy!!!

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dirtydixonsgirl · 11 months

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Attitude

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/n: this was just a random scenario I thought about late at night. i appreciate your rebloggs and stuff!!! this account is for all the smutty Daryl girlies😘 hope you have been enjoying the content ❤️

WARNINGS: smut just some sweet love making(duh) angst, Daryl’s attitude (always), dirty talk, daddy daryl (yesssss) etc. 18+

Scenario: Rick is fed up with Daryls attitude, sensing that you both have been at each others throats lately, he suggests you help him take off the edge, but you instantly deny not wanting to push Daryls buttons even more, how could you say no when he sends Rosita and Maggie to your door to help you out a little with planning for that big night?

Daryls new found attitude struck something in Rick. It wasn’t his normal sassy attitude or slight remarks, it was filled with anger and aggravation lacing everything he said. Constantly getting into it with the people who lived at Alexandria, willingly putting himself in danger and even fighting more with Rick than anyone.

Rick knew something was off, being yours and Daryl’s neighbor he could almost hear everything. Every door slam, everytime a glass shatters, even the screaming. So he knew you both had been at each others throats recently, it wasn’t like you and Daryl to fight like this, but the reality of things weren’t so great and it was crashing hard on you both. You practically couldn’t be in a room with each other for more than ten minutes before one of you is trying to claw the others eyes out. It has been exhausting to say the least.

“Yeah, now get back to fuckin’ work. Ain’t got time to sit around playin’ princess all day.” Daryl muttered to one of the people was on a group run with them. “Prick.” He muttered once they walked away.

Rick stopped loading cans into the truck, raising an eyebrow at the aggravated man.

“You know you ain’t gotta be so harsh.” He says, shaking his head.

“Harsh?” He practically spits. “Dude ain’t done nothin’ all day, comin’ up here tellin’ us some bullshit.”

“Whatever you say Daryl.” He shakes his head continuing to put the food on the truck, ignoring the scowl on Daryl’s face.

Rick made a plan to talk to you, he knew it would be easy to get you alone because Daryl wasn’t home often due to your fighting. He mostly would stay in the garage working on his bike, going hunting, anything he could do the avoid another heated argument.

The doors to Alexandria opened and he found you sitting on yours and Daryl’s welcoming home, sipping on something to drink as you watched the kids play in the grass. You seemed to be in a good mood which made Rick definitely want to talk to you right now.

“So what else are you doin’ today?” Rick looks over at Daryl.

His head placed on the window, chewing on the skin of his nail.

“Workin’ on the bike.” He grumbled. “Need ta take it for a ride so I can see if everythings good on it.”

Daryl knew everything worked perfect on the bike. He was good with his hands, especially when working on cars and bikes. He was trying to keep a safe distance between you both hoping whatever was happening between you both would subside, he loved you to death. No matter what, he didn’t want to lose you but he also didn’t want to spend his time arguing with you.

Rick nodded, sending Daryl off to go on his bike, hoping he would make it in time before your good mood wore off. He sent a wave out to Daryl as he drove off through the gates, he made contact with you seeing you scowling at him.

“I’ll be right back. You guys got this?” Rick asked the people helping unload the truck, they all nodded.

He jogged quickly over to your porch, you noticed his presence, your surprised reaction to him since he never comes around often unless he’s looking for Daryl but you saw him wave at him as he went out the gates so you knew he was not looking for him.

“Hey, Y/N.” He greeted you, taking a seat next to you.

“Oh, wow, it’s the famous Rick Grimes.” You joke. “I hate to break it to you but your right hand man just left.”

“I was actually here to talk to you.”

You met his gaze, his face was serious. You wondered what Daryl had done for this conversation to arise this evening. Rick never came to you about Daryl. He figure it was more like bro code thing.

“I’m listening.”

“Daryl has been…” he starts, trying to find the words.

“Moody? Irritable? Temperamental?”

“Yeah, all that.” He laughs, scratching the back of his neck. “What’s going on?”

You sigh, you didn’t want to talk about it but you knew you would eventually have to. You felt bad for the people having to deal with his attitude on a daily basis, he was already not the most friendly person, so when he gets angry it instantly makes everyone uncomfortable. You knew the feeling all too well.

“After the saviors, after the people we lost, he’s just been so out of it. So everytime I bring it up, it just turns into a screaming match. Now his feelings are more intense, everything I say is something to attack him.” You spilled. “I don’t know what’s going on, I just know I also can’t deal with his attitude.”

Rick nodded, listening intently to your words. “I think you should help him.”

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean help him? I try, it’s just Daryl will always be Daryl.”

Rick shakes his head. “No, not like that. Maybe you know, help take the edge off a little.”

Oh. Your eyes widened. That’s what he meant. You felt silly for not catching on faster. A blush rose to your cheeks fast. It had been a very long time since you and Daryl were intimate. It’s not like either of you needed it, you were mostly the horny one, he does enjoy the occasional sex but it’s rare. He shows absolutely no interest in times like this when you were both at each others throats.

“No,” you shot him down. “He wouldn’t want to. Especially not now.”

Rick hesitated for a moment, trying to word his next sentence without embarrassing you or Daryl. Daryl was no stranger to Rick, they would talk about their fantasies together, sometimes drunk, sometimes sober. They were guys after all, but they would only tell each other, they both kept their sex life private.

“Try putting on a skirt and knee socks.” He blurts, feeling embarrassed. “Daryl told me he wanted to see you in that a while ago..said it was a fantasy of his.”

You blushed, your eyes shooting up to his. “He said that?”

Rick nodded. “Just to me, nobody else.”

“Rick, are you telling me you know Daryl’s sexual fantasies about me?”

A blush rose to his cheeks, regretting his words. “Some, that was the one talked about a few times. Please don’t tell him I said anything.”

You rolled your eyes. “Wasn’t planning to because it’s not happening.”

“Just think about it.” He said before standing up. “Gotta get back to work.”

With that he trudged off making you thinking about all the other fantasy’s Daryl had told him. You shook your head, there’s no way I’m doing that.

The knocks at the door interrupted you from folding your clothes, scaring you in the process. Daryl was still not home, which was usual, he was very moody today and you were grateful for the space but in the same sense you missed your boyfriend, it weighed heavy on you. Both of you distracting yourselves from each other.

“Rosita? Maggie?” You were surprised to see them, the sun was just now setting. They were never out this late.

“Y/N!” Rosita pushed her way in, Maggie following in behind her.

You stood there shocked, they welcome theirselves in. You give them a confused look.

“Why are you here?”

“Rick sent us.”

The smirk Rosita was making all made sense now. You suddenly feel really embarrassed. What did he tell them? What if Daryl shows up? Your thoughts running wild as Maggie drops her bag on the table.

“So, as you know,” Maggie starts. “Daryls been a bit moody.”

“We came here to help you,” Rositas smirk getting bigger. “Think of us as your…sex fairies.”

Oh gosh. You were not a talker about your intimate life. Although you Maggie and Rosita seemed to be the closest you would never spill your secrets to them about yours and Daryl’s sex life. It was just something private. Your hair falls in front of your face, attempting to hide your deep red cheeks as they start pulling things out of the bag.

Your eyes widen at the first item of clothing, a black skirt. A very short black skirt. Next is some black lace underwear, hardly covering any of your ass at all. It just looked like a item of fabric, next a black lace bra to match, as well as some white knee socks. Exactly what Rick said was his fantasy.

“Well?” Rosita calls out, directing your attention to their burning gazes.

You don’t reply, they look at you like they’re waiting on your opinion. And quiet honestly you were way too embarrassed to even speak.

“Don’t be embarsssd,” Maggie laughs. “Sex is normal.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say.” You stutter.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to say anything, just go put this on and wait around for Daryl to get home.” Rosita says, throwing the outfit in your hand and pushing you towards the bathroom.

“I don’t even know when he’s going to come home.”

“Soon, Rick is distracting him.”

That little… this was exactly his plan. He wasn’t going to give you an option, you should’ve known.

“I’m telling Rick to send Daryl out in 20 minutes, get ready and have the best sex of your life.”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough.” You smile lightly, blushing. “Go, out, out, out.”

Both of them laugh as your hands push them towards the doorway. They knew exactly the effect this situation had on you.

You close the bathroom door. Holy shit, this is actually happening. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t excited, it had been a few months since you and Daryl were last intimate with each other. You were now aware of how everytime you wore a simple skirt he was eyefucking you and giving you all of his attention. You should’ve known.

After getting dressed, you tiptoe down the stairs. Still no sign of Daryl. You felt unusually slutty in the very skimpy outfit. Your blood was running heated through your veins, mixed with adrenaline and lust. You couldn’t wait for him to get home to see you, but what if he didn’t want you? You prepared yourself for rejection. Just try.

You run over to the bag they left, was there anything else in here? Bending over, you rummage through it, seeing all kinds of random items that didn’t match exactly what you wanted. Maybe an intoxicating perfume? Alcohol to ease your nerves? Your body froze when you heard the door open and quickly shut behind you. Please be Daryl, please be Daryl.

“Holy..shit.” You heard the familiar voice behind you breathe.

It was him.

What you weren’t aware of is the absolute view you were giving him. All bent over in a little skirt, your panties in full view, your socks all the way up to your knees. He couldn’t help but let his gaze wonder all over you, already feeling the growing tent in his pants.

“Daryl, I’m sorry I-“ but he cuts you off.

“You readin’ my mind or somethin’?” He steps closer.

You already turned to meet his gaze, his facial expression shocked and hungry. You realized Rick wasn’t lying. Your heart starts pounding as your mind is spinning like a ballerina. His gaze was so intense.

“You look so..hot.” He runs his hands down to your hips, yanking you closer. “You wear this fo me?”

You nod, your mouth dry. “Y-yes.”

Daryl chuckles at your reaction. He still makes you nervous after all these years. His mind was suddenly clear, the only thoughts were of fucking you in this little skirt and making you cum all over his cock. The thought was mind consuming. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

You slowly take the initiative, unbuttoning his flannel, your hands run over his broad shoulders, the warmth of his skin invading yours. That familiar ache between your legs coming back after a long time. His lips are parted, searching between your eyes and lips, his breathing deepens.

He leans down, connecting your lips together, he groans in your mouth, his fingers rubbing circles into your hips. God, he’s missed this but so have you. This kiss is instantly passionate, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. The desire was laced in the kiss, the sparks neither of you have felt in a long time.

“God, Y/N.” He groans pulling away. “You feel what yer doin’ to me?”

Daryl pulls your hips closer, pressing his erection into your stomach, you gasp, pushing your thighs together. You wanted him so bad.

“Come ere’.”

He lifts you up in his arms, carrying you to the kitchen, you squeal in his grip causing him to tap your ass. He sits you down on the island of the kitchen, pulling your legs closer to his body, pressing his erection into your core. You squirm against him, trying to get friction, he chuckles at your desperation.

“Daryl, please.” You whimper. “I-I want you so bad.”

This was a new look on you, desperation. Daryl hadn’t seen you so desperate for his cock, ever. You were a squirming mess in his grip, trying to find any kind of relief against him. He couldn’t say it didn’t turn him on even more. He presses his throbbing erection into you more. You find a grip, moving against him, moans and whimpers falling from your mouth.

You were in ecstasy, his denim rubbing against your clit against your very thin underwear. You grab his shoulders, gripping onto them as you ground yourself harder into him. He wasn’t sure how long he could handle the feelings you were giving him.

“Feel good?” He whispers, rubbing his nose from your ear down your jaw.

“Y-yes.” You whimper.

“Yes what?”

You knew the words he was asking for instantly.

“Yes, Daddy. It feels so good.”

You knew Daryl loved being call that in the bed. You weren’t sure why, but it was one of the things that got him riled up, once those words fall from your pretty little lips, he melts, giving into whatever you want.

“Please-“ you breathe harshly. “Fuck me, please.”

He kisses your neck, his hands in your bra rubbing your nipples slowly. The feeling in your stomach was about to snap, you continued your motion against him, him occasionally thursting against you. The heat was radiating from him, warming you all over.

You suddenly lose all sense of self control, an earth shattering orgasm radiating deep from with in you.

“D-Daryl, I’m g-gonna…” you breath out.

You head falls back, his lips still attacking your neck, grunting in the process, his nails digging into his back, you let go, releasing in you panties.

“What a mess ya made,” he chuckles. “Good girl. Feel better?”

You nod, suddenly feeling exhausted. You hadn’t felt that way in such a long time. But before you could protest another orgasm, Daryl flips you over, your stomach against the cold surface of the island, you shutter at the feeling, his erection suddenly pressed up against you making you once again squirming against him.

“Don’t think I can control myself when you’re wearin’ this, baby.” He breathes, his hands wondering under the skirt and down your curves.

His thick fingers slip your panties to the side, the gasp of cold hair hitting your exposed area, he runs his finger up your slit, collecting all your orgasm and wetness, he grabs your hair pulling you back against him so your back is against his chest.

“My dirty little slut,” he runs his nose against your cheek. “Suck, see how ya taste.”

He pushes his finger into your mouth. You can taste your arousal against his fingers, his hand holding you around your hips securely, you moan against his fingers. You have never had this kind of sex with Daryl. He was being so..dirty. You itched to touch him but you couldn’t.

“Ya taste so good, baby.” He let you go against the counter stop again, your nipples Harding at the coldness. “I ain’t takin’ this skirt off ya. Gonna fuck ya till you see colors.”

“Please,” you breathe. “Please daddy, I want to feel you inside me so bad.”

He complies, unbuttoning his pants. He springs free, rubbing his tip against your entrance. Daryl wasn’t sure what came over him, maybe the moodiness from the last few days or maybe his girlfriend in this little skirt bent over in front of him was driving him insane but he was mad man.

His breathing labored, your body sparking as his tourtious movement up and down against your once again aching core, he suddenly pushes into you, your empty feeling now filled by his fullness. You moan and gasp, feeling him bottom out in you.

“Ohh..” you sigh in relief. “Thay feels amazing.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Daryl groans. “It’s been so long.”

He was hard. Very hard. He pulls you closer, his forearm holding your hips up, rocking in and out. You try to lift up on your toes to feel him more, he was hitting that soft pleasure spot into your repeadtly making you whimper and shudder. He always knew exactly how to hit every spot. You submit yourself to him, his thickness stretching you with every move, you could feel him throbbing inside you.

He reaches under, rubbing that little ball of nerves causing you to jolt forward from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Still,” he snaps. “Been drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy all week.”

His movements become faster, angrier, you could feel him letting his anger out from above you. Pleasure flies down your body, your face smooshed into the countertop.

“D-daddy..I’m gonna cum.” You whimper.

He smacks your ass harshly sending the pain straight to your throbbing core. “Come on ma cock, sunshine.”

And you do. Your legs shaking, you’re overstimulated as his movements continue, it burns hot and deep inside you. He doesn’t stop as your body spirals down from climax.

“God, I love you so much, Y/N.” He whispers.

You feel helpless under his strong body, you clench around him, he hisses, he bucks into you relentlessly, chasing his own high. A string of grunts and whimpers falling from his lips as he thrusts all the way into you, cuming deep inside you. His thrusts stop, you wince as he pulls out of you, you turn to face him.

“I love you so much more, Daryl Dixon.” You whisper caressing his face.

The beads of sweat fall down his face as he leans into your touch, you feel his warm orgasm running down your thighs. He pulls you into his arms, burying his head into your neck.

“I’m sorry I been such a dick.” He murmurs.

You high him back tighter. “It’s okay, I have been too.”

It worked. Rick was a genius. You made a mental note thank him.

“No, seriously. I’m sorry, don’t wanna lose ya, won’t ever treat ya like that again. Ya mean the world to me, Y/N.” He spills. “I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

You laugh. “No, you didn’t. That was probably the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, I agree.” He laughs his cheeks turning a shade of red. “Missed it.”

“I did too. Again tomorrow?” You joke.

“Tomorrow? How about tonight, again.” He smirks. “Never throw this outfit away.”

He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder as you squeal, taking you right up to your shared room so he can make love again to you all night.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon imagine #norman reedus #daryl dixon smut #rick grimes #smut #twd #twd imagine #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x female reader #twd smut #daryl imagines #twd daryl #daryl x reader #daryldixon

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duckchu · 5 months

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Oh I have another one for you! Heartsteel members and Alune with their s/o being graffiti artist with the released of the boys music the s/o decided to make some street art to promote the their music

Ovrkcqkrqcr yesssss

Kayn

The first time he saw the graffiti of himself and the rest of the band he was stunned

I mean who did this? He couldn't recall making it and he was the only one out of the group who did graffiti

Your giggling kinda gave you away

He praised your skills

Though he thought you saw him hotter than that

This mans ego...

Aphelios

He was pleasantly surprised

Especially since you revealed that it was you

He loves it

Thinks you're the most talented person on earth

Will send a photo to the gc

Wants to see others praise you since it makes him feel proud for having such a talented s/o

Yone

Don't get him wrong, he loves it

But also will lecture you about how vandalism is wrong

If you give him puppy eyes will instantly forget about lecturing you and will praise you

Though it's only a little "nice job"

He's too shy to admit that he feels butterflies when he sees how you view him

Ezreal

He's so excited to tell everyone about his extra talented partner

Will take a lot of photos to post on his social media

Though he will complain about how he looks hotter

It's only banter, he loves the way you portrayed him

Sett

At the begging, he thought it was Kayn

Untill the man himself told him it was probably you

Sett fell in love you all over again when he learned

Especially since he told you that after crashing the vehicles they didn't have much money for promotions

So having you do something like that helped the whole group a ton

Will cuddle with you for a long time after that

K'Sante

He was so happy when he first saw it

Became even happier when learned you were the one who did it

Thinks it looks really good

Doesn't mind the group's (mostl Kayn's) comments about how you think of them as hot as you portrayed them

Knows you still love him the most

Will buy you anything you want as a sign of gratitude

Alune

She's so proud of your skills

Though she does get a little embarrassed when you show her that she's also there, just in the corner since you know she doesn't want to be in the centre of attention

But she appreciates it

Is really grateful for the free promotion

Maybe not so free since she takes you out for dinner after that

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bearhugsandshrugs · 6 months

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Soft fluffy Dammon dating drabble? Maybe postgame in Baldur's Gate? - @aurasyn

Yesssss I love me some Dammon. I'm even writing Dammon x Reader for you. Because it's you.

You're standing outside Bloomridge Park, just at the entrance. Wearing your favorite dress, you pinned up your hair in a messy bun – cute, but not too much. After all, you weren't really sure if this was a date, or all in your head.

Dammon had asked you if you wanted to meet him for a stroll through the park two days ago when you visited him in his shop to check on him. He'd looked good, as most of his worries seemed to have fallen off his face after you'd destroyed the Netherbrain. That night you hardly slept, tossing and turning in your bed trying to shut out the questions that were keeping you awake: Had he really asked you out or was that a catchup between friends? But then again, why had he eyed you with such intensity the moment he'd spotted you? Why had his voice cracked when he had asked you if you had time? Had it really? Were you just imagining things?

Well. You'll find out soon enough.

It doesn't take long for Dammon to stroll around the corner of the street, and you almost do a double take as you realize he looks different: He's wearing a dark gray shirt, several of the buttons undone, and you see the ridges across his chest peek out underneath. The pants he's wearing are of a thinner fabric than his usual smith gear, and your heart skips a beat as you wonder what his ass looks like in them. Then, you see it: He's holding a small present in his left hand.

"It's good to see you", his voice pours into your ears and down to your heart, that damned smooth sound you've come to crave. "You too", you tell him, and there's a moment of awkward tension as you realize you've never seen him outside the smithie. Are you supposed to hug? Shake hands?

Dammon breaks the tension by pulling you in with his hand around your waist, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. When he looks at you again, he breaks into a confident but gentle smile. Oh. Yes. This is a date, alright.

"You look great", he continues as he offers you his arm to hook yours into as you walk through the park. "But then again, you always do." This time you chuckle. "I've only ever walked into your shop dressed in armor, sweat, and occasionally blood", you protest. "Well, maybe except for Thursday." He hums as you stroll through the shade of the big, blooming trees. Miraculously, Bloomridge Park did not suffer much destruction during the Netherbrain's attack, making it an even sweeter oasis in the otherwise wounded city. "You're forgetting that I not only see you walk in, I also get to watch you walk out."

The way his tone lowers at the end of his sentence sends a shiver down your spine, and you swallow several times before you even know what to say. From the corner of your eyes you see he's watching you, and oh, fuck, he can definitely tell you're blushing. But when you meet his gaze there is only sincerity.

"By the way", he switches the subject, and you half wish he wouldn't, now that you hadn't even replied. "I got you something." He hands you the little present, a small box unceremoniously decorated with a small bow. "That... you didn't need to", you object, but he shakes his head. "I know. But I wanted to."

When you open it you find an intricate silver key.

"I made it myself", Dammon explains. You take it out to inspect it more closely, and it is of excellent craftsmanship: small flowers, autumn crocuses, adorn the key. A small memory comes rushing in as you recall that you were holding an entire basket full of the flowers when you first met Dammon in the Emerald Grove. The fact that he remembers... your stomach twists.

"It's beautiful", you tell him truthfully. "But what is it for?" You've come to pause on a grassy spot, as secluded as anything can be in the park, and being here with him, alone, sends your heart into a stutter. The tiefling gives you a soft smile before taking your hands.

"I like you", he says, and you feel like you're falling right into those deep blue eyes. "This key... it's for my heart. It's yours. If you want it." Your mouth falls open as you try to comprehend: he.... likes you. He... wants you. "Yes." It's all you can bring out, and it's more than enough, as he brings his mouth to yours and kisses you. His lips are warm on yours, tenderly teasing you, as he sucks on your lower lip. When you break apart, you find yourself grinning wider than the whole sky.

Chuckling, Dammon lets out a small sigh of relief. "Good", he says, "that's good. Otherwise that reservation I made for dinner would have been a lonely feast."

#dammon #my writing #dammon x reader #fluff #drabbles #thank you for this aura #he's so cute and i will not accept anything else

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sugarsblurbs · 1 year

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Texts that Eddie sends you

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Eddie: are your boobs ok?

You: Yea?

Eddie: let me see them I just want to make sure they are ok 🙂

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Eddie: I miss you

You: I am in the bathroom

Eddie: Geez I can’t miss my girl 🙄

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Eddie: I want to commit a crime

You: It is three in the morning go to bed

Eddie: I can’t

You: Why?

Eddie: I miss you…

You: My window is open

Eddie: On my way 😘

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Eddie: Are you free for the next 20 min?

You: Yea why?

Eddie: I am going to shower and I need company

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Eddie: *sends voice memo* AAAAAAAAAAAAA

You: ???

Eddie: 😘

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Eddie: My life is boring tell me the tea

You: I don’t have any tea

Eddie: You always have tea

You:…….. ok how much time you got

Eddie: YESSSSS I GOT SO MUCH TIME

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Eddie: Do you love me?

You: Yes

Eddie: Would you love me if I was a worm?

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Eddie: Babe

Eddie: Baby

Eddie: My love

Eddie: My girl

Eddie: HONEY

Eddie: BABYGIRL

Eddie: MY PERSON

Eddie: FAIR MADIEN

Eddie: YOU DON’T LOVE ME

Eddie: LOVE MEEEEEEEEEEE

You: Sorry my phone was charging what’s wrong

Eddie: 👋

You: You texted 10x to say hi

Eddie: Maybe

You: maybe?

Eddie: I miss you

You: You just dropped me off from spending the weekend together

Eddie: 😢

You: Fine the window is open

You: YOU ARE STILL IN THE DRIVEWAY

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dronarryfest · 2 months

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What an incredible first week of dronarry! Here is the roundup of all the amazing works we’ve shared so far. We’re giving you the Sunday off to catch up if you haven't yet! And we want to send a huge THANK YOU to our wonderful readers for all the comments and kudos you’ve been sending. Keep them coming and stay tuned for week two!

[FIC] Some Nights || E || 23k || by @thecouchsofa

Ron fucks up his Silencing Charms in the dorms one night. Then Malfoy does. The rest, as they say, is history.

💭 Came for the filth stayed for the feels. And the filth. Scorching hot, funny as fuck, got me curling my toes so hard my whole leg cramped. - emsuemsu

💭 This is so incredibly perfect, like the smut is perfect but Harry’s cluelessness and excitement is amazing and Ron just rolling with the punches…needless to say I’ve already read it more than once - marebear723

[FIC] Hear Me Out || E || 5k || by @rainstormradish

“I know this is all just a big joke to you,” whispered Draco, his lips inches from Ron’s ear, his breath on his neck, his hips pressed against him, Merlin, “but I need you to fucking commit to the bit here, Ron.”

💭 I am burning UP. i love how distinct each of their characters are. And the tension???? God, they’re all so sexy. - lostinyourcostellation

💭 Scorching hot! Absolutely love this premise & the way you carried it out here felt sooo good. Wonderfully done :) - thestarryknight

[ART] Signing The Forever Bond || G || by @digthewriter

No fanfare adorned their sacred moment, no gaze of a world eager to witness, for they sought not the spotlight's glow but rather the quiet dance of shared hearts. And some paperwork.

💭 I adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. adore long hair Dronarry! What beautiful patterns and color, and I love their comfortable closeness and contentment. -schmem_14

💭 This is so gorgeous! I'm obsessed with ALL the details. Bearded Draco! There isn't enough Bearded!Draco content, honestly. - sleepstxtic

[FIC] Permanent || M || 14k || by @citrusses

"Harry's always been fixated on older men. Have you ever noticed that, Ron?” Granger asks. “Have I ever noticed—Hermione, we’ve lived with the bloke for years! He doesn’t bring them home much, but I’m not blind. I see who he’s shagging.” “And David, an older man, tells Harry ‘Saviour Complex’ Potter he needs him to save the world?” “He didn’t stand a chance,” Ron agrees. “Fascinating,” Draco says, in a strangled voice.

💭 I love this so much. I can't wait to reread it. What a gorgeous fucking fic with beautiful, agonising detail and introspection. - TheGoblinMatriarch

💭 Omg I don’t want to be that person BUT I COULD READ 300K OF THIS it was brilliant! - Moonflower_Rose

[FIC] These Foolish Little Games || E || 8.5k || by @schmem14

Thanks to a falling out between Harry and Ron, Draco can finally get together with Harry, have the most spectacular and inappropriate office sex, and enjoy Weasley-free weekends out. Life is perfect. So why does he have the nagging feeling he should get the estranged best friends to patch things up?

💭 Incredibly steamy, love the setup of a Ron/Harry fight and Draco’s scheming ❤️❤️❤️❤️ - citrusses

💭 yesssss - i am always here for the under the desk shenanigans. Lol at how easily they convinced Ron. There was no hope for him 😂 - MaesterChill

[FIC] Edging into His Heart || E || 5k || by @chelsiewhitlock & diplobeanz

Stuck on a long stakeout, Draco has reached the end of his patience with Ron Weasley's rule. In an effort to make the best of the situation, he decides to push the boundaries and past the edge of propriety. Shenanigans ensue.

💭 THIS is the Draco Ron dynamic I’m here for 😍 this story was fucking hot, and that tantric spell thingy oh, my… 🥵 - schmem_14

💭 wowww the dynamics you have going on here!!! 100/10 will be thinking about forever. - fluxweed

[FIC] People Are Boring || E || 14.3k || by @starquestingfordrarry

“Alright, what’s your terrible news?” Draco braces himself on Harry’s desk. “Weasley’s hot.” “You’ll have to be more specific, there are a lot of hot Weasleys.” Draco makes a strangled, groaning sound in his throat. “The Weasley. Weasel. Weasel-by. Your Weasley.” Harry’s heart jumps to his throat, and his stomach drops to his shoes. “Ron’s back?”

💭 THAT.WAS. DMCJSKDKCJDH. I was excited, my heart ached at one point, I cried, then screeched, this really did have it all 🔥 - Jaqie

💭 So softly angsty then so tender then so sexy. This dynamic just works beautifully, and your Ron is 🔥🔥🔥 - gr8k8

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