#I have no energy to fight you because you’re dumb as fuck
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The bjp government introduced the ucc bill in Uttarakhand which has made it mandatory for live in couples to register with the government and a copy of the registration will be sent to respective families. It also added the father as a first class legal heir for inheritance of property, encroaching upon the the right of the mother, wife, daughter (the actual victims of patriarchy, who most likely did not have any social right to gain access to financial independence or inheritance from other family members) to accommodate the father, who more than likely than not already has financial freedom and ownership rights over land property. Moving on, they removed the Muslim personal law, which guaranteed the rights of the daughter in a fixed inheritance percentage. Not to mention the whole act is modelled after hindu personal laws and demanding other religions to bend according to it is inherently regressive no matter how progressive the law on paper looks to be. So should I just bang my head against the wall right now and be done with it or watch as the bjp government slowly sets fire to all our lives?
#guys is it play by play what the nazi party did or is it play by play what the iranian theocracy did or is it play by play what#every other fascist government did on the planet did?#hindutva#any Sanghi who sees this block me#I have no energy to fight you because you’re dumb as fuck#bjp is not protecting any rights#especially women’s#except for Adani’s or the Ambani’s#and you can lick their boots all you want#but you too will be grinded in the same mob-military industrial complex like the rest of us#you are not a special case#I don’t live in Uttarakhand don’t even try#fuck Modi#fuck bjp#in case I wasn’t clear#we told Sanghi women#you’re next on the chopping block#but sunta kon hai?#you will also find better essays than this online but I had to share my two cents
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eddie x reader
a follow up to this prompt by @rebelfell
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tw: angst, smut, minors fuck off pls teasing? is that a trigger idk.
“we need to talk.” the conversation we’ve been waiting for after you catch your best friend getting head finally unfolds
“We need to talk.”
Your blood ran cold, ice in your veins it was practically prickling your skin. The heat on your cheeks bloomed and your gut quaked at the sight of him, covered.
Play dumb! It’ll work!
“I , m-mean, now?— like right now? You have cum- company! a guest— we can talk later, yeah?”
The stuttering, calmly hands and the sweat gathered under your arms— you were a one woman walking circus, missing the clown nose.
“Why are you being so weird?” He leans into your doorframe, tattooed arms cross over his broad and glistening chest.
The flush still in his cheeks almost brought you to your knees, but it was the single flick of his tongue on his lips that had you melting and wishing he had licked your lips instead. Fuck.
“… besides, you already interrupted my guest, so she left—”
Your ears perk up at the mention of said whore leaving your apartment, and your eyelashes bat open, “she left? Why?”
Eddie huffs and puts his tongue in his cheek like he can’t believe you’re being so stupid.
“Cut the shit, okay? Will you just be an adult for a second?”
The smile on your lips falls and you take a step back towards your bed setting your keys down on the nightstand. The silence is anything but quiet. The energy was chaotic and shooting like daggers much like Eddie’s eyes into yours.
“Well?” he asks dramatically, raising his eyebrows to try to get you to speak.
Play dumb— it’s working!
“Well what?” you muse innocently.
“What the fuck was that?” Eddie spits, any softness he brought into this situation had fizzled—dead at the door.
“I—”
“Forget how to knock?”
“No—”
“Suuuure, you just thought you’d what? Barge in, ignoring our code?”
“I didn’t—-there was no hot water! You forgot to pay the water bill!”
“That’s not how water bills work.”
You stand stunned— mouth open to argue but nothing will even come out.
“It’s the water heater for this shitheap building that’s out— if you don’t believe that I paid the bill—call the water company yourself.”
“…oh.” your voice is small, quiet almost unheard.
“Wow, really great apology.”
“Oh relax! Just call her back and explain it was a mistake, who cares? She shouldn’t be so uptight.”
Eddie is fuming, blood rushing to his head as he tries not to yell out right. But fuck you were being so difficult.
“Ya know… I didn’t say shit when you had Harrington tied to your bed posts and you couldn’t undo the knots— did I? Nope—not a fucking word, I just cut him loose and acted like nothing ever happened!”
You wince, who knew knots were that hard to unlace?
“That was different!”
“Or the multiple times I caught the fuckin’ Chief slipping out of your room at 5 AM? I even bummed him a cigarette for his morning coffee!”
Your jaw hung to the floor, you didn’t know Eddie had any idea that you’d been sleeping with Hopper.
“So? What—we’re just airing out dirty laundry now?” you could be venomous too, your rattle sounding off ready to strike.
“How many months did you try gettin’ into Mary’s pants before you dumped her because she’s married to Jesus Christ her Lord & Savior? Her name is Mary for fucks sake! Not hard!”
His face pulls to anger, “don’t be a bitch!”
“And where’s Gareth? Never see him around anymore, maybe it’s because you ran over his d—.”
“That was an accident! I honked and he never moved!”
“He was deaf Eddie!” you yell back into his face, “or! How about the time I had to pick you up from the Hideout because you got so drunk you pissed your pants?”
“That was YOU!”
The two of you were standing nose to nose, shouting accusing each other of shit that didn’t even matter. Eddie had your back and you’d have his until the end. Cradle to the grave.
But this was different, you weren’t fighting like siblings or friends, you were both screaming as if you were in pain.
He’s the first to move, shaking his head and turning towards the door. when he speaks his voice is low, angry.
“When my door is shut don’t open it—turn your ass around and fuck off, got it?”
His words split your skin, vining through your body like sharp thorns. The hot spill of tears were welling in your eyes.
“Sorry to bother you, asshole— won’t happen again.”
He’s on the opposite side when you slam your door in his face. The rain brewed and stewed and finally was ready to fall from the clouds in your eyes.
Why were you acting like this?
Grabbing your keys you set to leave again, needing an escape so he couldn’t hear your wailing cries. But again— when you opened the door, he was still standing there, only this time he looked pissed.
“Move.”
He brushes you off as if he didn’t even hear you, “enough.”
“Eddie, get out of the way!”
“Do you know how many nights I listened to you fake it for this fuckheads?” How long
I’ve waited for you to admit it?”
He shuts your door behind him as he pushes his way inside.
“Admit what?”
“C’mon, baby— we haven’t been friends for a long time, not really.”
You’re confused and on the verge of tears, “what?!”
Eddie presses forward, head tilted down at you.
“Those douchebags you bring here can’t handle you the way I know you need…coming home to see their boots by the front door makes me absolutely despise you.”
“Who gives a shit? I trip over skanky high heels sometimes too.”
You were missing the point he was trying to make, way over your head.
“Never satisfied when they leave…that little vibrator in the top drawer is not as quiet as you think it is.”
You were throbbing, aching… how did he know?
He inches forward, and you double back towards the door.
“I—”
“Pretty little moans on your lips just minutes after they leave…‘m not stupid sweetheart, I know you do it on purpose— parading around the apartment in your little shorts, never wearing a bra… you’re a tease.”
He wasn’t right. He couldn’t be! Right?
“I hate you, Eddie.”
He stalks forward like a predator eyeing its prey, a stupid smirk on his face.
“No— No I don’t think you do. I think you’re so fucking wound up about me, jealous... It’s alright, I get it. I bury myself in bitches so you’ll get out of my head.”
He takes a ragged breath, his eyes pitch dark, and your back hits the door, he closes in around you, his arms on either side of your head.
“I fucking hate you, princess. I hate that it doesn’t work.. you’ve made me jealous for too fucking long.”
Your body was screaming, angel and devil on your shoulder dancing and holding hands rooting you on.
“H-how long?”
His hand falls to your chin, pulling down your bottom lip.
“Senior year. Hellfire. You laughed at one of Jeff’s stupid fucking jokes and my blood ran cold. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at him. That was just the first time I realized I wanted you.”
You shudder, fingers running along his chest, playing with the chain on his neck, “why not say anything?”
“Didn’t wanna ruin this.”
His lips nearly touch yours, he’s leaning in so close. And you don’t pull away.
“I think it’s pretty clear that our friendship is over, Eddie. I fucking hate you.”
“I hate you, too sweetheart.”
The tension is thick, spinning with bated breath and sexual desire.
“So, we hate each other?”
“Yep.” Eddie muses, angling your chin so he can see your neck.
“…and we aren’t friends?”
He nods silently, pressing his nose to your cheek, “seems to be that way.”
“You’ve ruined everything.”
“Good,” he all but whispers into your ear.
“..a perfectly good pair of underwear.”
His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips. “Can’t have that.”
“No, not at all,” you tease, thumbing at your waistband and letting your shorts hit the floor.
He steps back to examine you with wide eyes, letting them narrow as he bites his lip, looking you dead in the eyes.
“I’m gonna fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.”
Pulling him back into you by his chain necklace you ask centimeters from his lips, tasting the heat from his mouth, “what are you waiting for?”
He takes a deep breath, hovering his mouth over yours, “nothing, not anymore.”
His tongue hits you first, electric like an eel on your lips, his breath hot as fire. You moan out when his hands grip your ass, pulling you into him with such force you could have toppled over.
Eddie is loud too. Groaning with each swipe of your tongue against his.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, baby.”
His dick is pressed into your middle, hard and kicking up as your hands reach into his hair, pulling you closer to him as if he were a rope and you were climbing a mountain.
He pulls you away from the door to get a quick slap to your ass. Rough and hard and you’re mewling, his rings stinging your skin.
Your lips close to his ear you whisper “Eddie… please.”
He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck.
“You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you whatever you need, however many times you want it, honey.”
His fingers dip into your waistband around your hips as he slides your panties down to your thighs. “Let me see that cunt, show me what I did to you.”
You step out of your panties and he lowers himself to the floor on bent knees. “Jesus Christ, look how pretty she is, ‘m gonna eat this pussy till you cum all over my face.”
You nod dumbly, body on fire from his words, the lust of having his hands touch you in places he never had, places you dreamt he would, has your mind spinning.
His bangs tickle your inner thighs, breath fanning on your clit, thumbs spreading you open. He sucks in a breath, whistling low.
A single flick of his tongue— that’s all it takes for your eyes to roll, for your back to bend in an arch like you were being exorcized of hell’s worst demons. Your fingernails scratching into the door trying to anchor yourself from grinding on his face until his nose broke.
He spits, watching it drip down to your cunt, “don’t ask me to stop.”
Diving in, his tongue is everywhere. Lapping you up, sucking your clit into his mouth. Swirling around like you would while eating an ice cream cone. Your chest heaves and your thighs tremble as he hooks one over his shoulder pressing into him and he gently pushes it back into place, his eyes never leaving your body.
When it happens again, he shoves it down with force, nipping at one of your thighs, his lips shiny and wet he groans, “keep ‘em put.”
The tip of his middle finger pushes into you, and you squeak out a gasp, leaning forward off the door to take a look at him, and he nearly laughs, “jesus, you’re tight sweetheart, gonna need to work you up a bit.”
He smiles before attaching his mouth to your thigh, sucking a bruise as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a second that’s easier than the first. Your body rolls with his motions, pushing back against him and you know your orgasm is about to snap.
His tongue replaces his fingers and the heat in your stomach releases, untying the white knot and spilling over his lips as you scream out his name.
“Thatta girl, fuck look at you, Christ.”
Your eyes open, a strange drunk feeling taking over, as if you were high on a cloud and falling gracefully back to the earth. Opening to see the blackened eyes of the guy you’ve called your best friend for years, and if you would have known his tongue could do that, maybe you would have ruined this friendship a lot sooner.
“Fuck off Munson,” you mutter, out of breath as your foot gently sets on the ground.
“What?” he laughs.
“Just keeping the fact that you eat pussy better than the devil all to yourself huh? Selfish.”
His face splits into a grin laced with evil as he stands, licking his lips, “that’s not all I can do.”
He’s on you in a flash, hoising you up into his arms, and using the other to hastily shove his boxers down. “Can’t go back after this.”
“Oh this is the tipping point? Fucking is gonna ruin it not you just making going down on me?”
He rolls his eyes as he lines himself up with you, “what happened to that sweet girl I used to chase in the trailer park, huh?”
You reach around your legs and grab his thick cock and lightly sink down onto it the head barely pushing past your puffy lips, “fuck…met a boy who grew up and started selling weed out of his van, kind of an asshole, really big dick though.”
He thrusts up into you so hard you nearly see black, vision spotty from pleasure alone, you whine his name and he practically comes undone.
“Don’t.. shit… don’t do that, I won’t last. Those noises haunt me… been wanting to hear them.”
He holds you tight and fucks you slowly, dragging his cock at a ridiculously slow speed. Groaning when you suck him in deep, biting his neck.
“There it is, the noise that started this whole mess.”
He grins into you stupidly, “I’m glad you’re perverted plan worked, you little hussy.”
His hips move faster and your both whining, accompanied by the slapping of skin on skin. “Water heaters’ been out since last week, ‘m not stupid babe, you’re the one who called and asked.”
“Whoops— oh my goddd,” you squeal before you're panting like a dog and clawing his arms with your nails, he was splitting you wide open and you were near to tears.
The tears finally fall when Eddie bottoms out in your cunt, filling you up, grunting your name as he rests his forehead to your shoulder— completely spent.
His lips kiss your collar bone and you twirl a curl away from his face exhausted around his softening length.
“Princess,” he breathes, kissing life back into himself with the sweat from your skin, “if you wanted to fuck, you should have told me sooner, could have saved us a week of cold showers, y’know?”
You kissed his lips, letting him set you down on the bed so you could both lay back in a lazy post sex high, surrounded by your blankets.
“Well maybe you should have fixed it sooner, you are the maintenance manager of the building.”
Eddie grins and pins you onto the mattress, his hair falling into your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheeks to catch a rogue eyelash, “come with me to fix it?”
“Hmm..” fingers moving his hair behind his ear, “you gonna wear that slutty stained white tank top?”
“Slutty? Why, gonna seduce me in the boiler room?” his lips move down your neck and you whimper.
“Maybe…” you tease tickling his underarm, “so if I wouldn’t have barged into your room… what else would you have done?”
Eddie only smiles, thinking of his plan to “break” the air conditioner and hide your hoodies and blankets so you’d have to come to him for warmth.
“Let’s just say, you would have ended up as my girl one way or another.”
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Kinknuary Day 16: Edging
Pairing: IVE Rei x Male Reader
Word Count: 6,110
[Kinknuary Masterlist]
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“You know how much I despise you, right?”
“You don’t even need to tell it—I fucking hate you too.”
Supposedly, you’ll take an ounce of energy to like her and maybe, it’ll be an audacious move by you to the point that you can probably regret or possible—in the best way of sugarcoating—you’ll get to even appreciate, nonetheless.
But this wasn’t the case, for the both of you. So-called acquaintances that act like they’re cats and dogs in a relationship but they weren’t even in a single one to start with is the best fit of a description when it comes for you and her, Naoi Rei. Well, of course, your relationship with her or in a better term, friendship with her is quite bewildering and an interesting one.
The both of you acting like cats and dogs against each other and then being delighted seeing one’s faces is one of the few ways to describe your friendship, and it was exactly unorthodox in nature—friends acting like enemies and then suddenly acting like nothing happened? Well, that’s a thing to know and grasp but it wasn’t always like this and today, it hits way differently because you can almost feel her emanating aura threatening you but you’re unfazed as you’re not scared of a girl like her.
Yet, with all of these being said, what’s the context? Where did it all start?
Well, it’s something more like, petulant and dumb, knowing how Rei’s words can hurt like daggers on how straightforward she is and you, being short-tempered, causing a negative reaction.
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“Can you please stop using that?” Rei pouts and feigns anger right after, as she’s visibly annoyed with the pop-it game that you’re playing which, in your case, you totally ignored her as you continue investing your fast reflexes to advance towards a harder level. Having enough of the ebullient sounds emitted by the possibly-called console you’re playing, Rei grabs it as she hides it from her back and obviously, a perplexed face paints you as you try and grab the game back to you.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Can’t you see? It’s so goddamn annoying!” Rei grits her teeth, rage boiling within her as she can’t bear to hear the annoying sound of the game, making you ock an eyebrow on her, confused about her antics.
“If it’s annoying, then you can probably shove those headphones on your ears, no? Besides, it’s not even that loud so give it back!” You try to get the console but are deemed unsuccessful as Rei’s skills on dodging your advances and being a step ahead than you are evident, and that’s even making you frustrated because of her petulant behavior.
“I don’t care and stop being so childish!”
If she wants to play a game, then you’ll be the one to lead the way and be the first challenger.
Having enough of her own ways of killing your own fun, you’d gladly kill hers first as you attacked onto her vulnerable position, tightly pinning her wrists onto the wall as it catches her off-guard and with your proactive actions, she almost let go of the console as you look at her eyes with venom. With your intimidating eye contact with just inches away from her own face, she won’t give up a fight as she snarls to voice out for you to let her go as she glared at you like she has murderous intent planned.
“I don’t know why the fuck are you like this lately, but I know for a fact that you’re letting go of that and you’ll do it now.”
Of course, Rei is going to be as stubborn as she wanted to be just to provoke your anger even further and to annoy you, making it a living hell. “Fuck no—and let go of me or I’ll break this shit!”
She would dare to do that but she has limits, yet she won’t bear to do that just because of these childish acts. Rolling your eyes in frustration, you take matters into your own hands as you swiftly let go of your left hand on hers and deftly grab the console, making her whine as your possession has now been out within her reach.
“Hey! Fuck you!”
You scoff and cocked an eyebrow on her, blasting off your hubris as she emanates that resting bitch face of hers again. “Better luck next time, I guess.”
She whimpers because of your win, and she's not having that. With your victory, you tease and mock her with it as not surprisingly, she clicks her tongue and rushes into her room, completely enraged. You don’t know what’s up with her as you’d probably not want to find out now but suddenly, a surge of regret coursed within you, feeling a little bad that she acted that way but you showed no sympathy since she started this childish act.
Yet, you won’t let this mysterious case remain unsolved, and you’ll decipher and crack the code later when things probably will calm down even though the chances will be slim to none.
“Gosh—what’s up with this girl? Unbelievable…”
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“Why h-her and not m-me?”
Rei sits on the floor vexed, hugs her legs as she weeps onto the long-sleeves of her top as she feels utter defeat after a specific event happened that she saw and heard with her very own eyes and ears and breaks her heart completely, and here she is, utterly sulky and maybe in the path of being despondent.
If it wasn’t for her courage to just confess and let other things be set aside to fully commit, then this wouldn’t have been more painful and she’s now regretting it, the scar getting worse and worse over time.
Maybe she’ll find a way to mend herself and find herself out of desolation.
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You sit onto the couch, browsing the Internet as the blue pixels onto your phone just emits the endless scope of like six topics that almost tiring to see and with that, you turned it off and laid down onto it, finding yourself into a trance of tranquil and relaxation yet a spark ignites something, making you enlightened and act up immediately.
Now rushing onto Rei’s door, you notice that it’s locked as you hitch a breath because of it, yet hope is not lost as you knock on the door, hoping she would answer even though you expect that it wouldn’t always be the case. “Rei, can we please talk? Come on, whatever you’re going through, we can talk it out so please—let’s talk.”
Utter silence ensues and you already expected this, yet you didn’t let your hope die as you knock another time, pleading for her to talk things with you, knowing you can help in whatever she’s maybe going through. “Rei-ah, please, can we talk? I know you’re there so please, give me a chance. Okay, I’m sorry about earlier, okay—so we just talk about this, please?”
Another plea falls deaf to her ears and with the defeat, you sigh heavily and thudded onto the door, sitting down and waiting for her to respond yet no faint sound can even be heard on her room—there can be two reasons behind this complete absence of sound: it’s either she’s sleeping peacefully on her room or either ignoring you for god knows what reason could it be and it you’re really hoping it’s the latter since she’s been acting like this around you for days.
“Okay, whatever you want Rei! If this is what you want, then so be it.”
You rose from your position as you’re just hoping that time will do its job, killing off the vexed mood that she’s been emanating towards you days ago.
Of course, you won’t spend hours just for her own childish actions, more so wait for her answers like you owe something yet there’s one thing that you’ll achieve and that’s mending what has been broken with an unknown context when it all unveiled.
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You’re much more of an impatient guy, defining annoyance whenever something’s not being fulfilled in a small amount of time and that’s your downside. Well, now, would be an exception and as Rei's being much of a nuisance and a stubborn individual really doesn’t get you into the mood.
“Rei—come on! Can we please just talk this ou—”
Surprisingly, after waiting for hours she suddenly opened the door, making you thud onto the ground as you stood up immediately, inches away from facing her you’re wholeheartedly intimated with the bitchy demeanor she’s emanating.
“What do you want?” Rei’s tone is evidently annoyed with you being a nuisance, as her face doesn’t seem to be even interested towards you.
“Can we just talk about whatever’s going on, please?”
“Another line—I’ve heard that for like, a hundred times already.”
Of course, this is Rei but she’s just being a bugbear that’s nigh-unbearable to deal with—if it were the others, they couldn’t left her or something worse, but you’re heart is still bearing to deal with her even though she can literally be the goddess of vex sometimes.
“Hah—o-okay, so, can I come in?”
Rei just gave you a stone-cold stare, before uttering without any emotions, “No.” Then, the door slammed shut, almost hitting you in the face as the lock clicked again, knowing you’re defeated again. You shake your head in frustration and hitch a breath because of how it took so much patience just to deal with her petulant bullshit.
Of course, you won’t give up so easily even though she made your endure a burden down your back—
“I got you some udon, your favorite!”
Silence permeates the air and you patiently wait for the predator to get baited. You have a few tricks up your sleeve that will ensure Rei will come out of her own cage as she bites onto the bait, and you, smiling as everything’s going right to the plan.
Rei quickly unlocked the doorknob and opened the door, asking you. “Where’s the udon?”
Of course, you know she’ll fall for the oldest trick in the book and it’s not even close to doubting it. Her quick movements passing you wasn’t even a surprise as she showed full-interest of one of her favorite meals and completely ignoring you like you didn’t exist. Even with her stern face that shoots daggers within your soul on how cold it is, it’s inevitable to see the delight curving her lips into a faint smile because of your “gift” for her—you wouldn’t buy her anything like this, in all honesty; it’s just the fact that she’s sulking so bad that you need to play the wildest tricks on her game in order to win it.
You pointed down at the table in the dining room and she rushed there immediately, not questioning you anymore as it’s sure a waste of her time and wouldn’t bear to leave her meal cold.
“Got you what you wanted there, since I knew you’re starving trying to ignore me. Beef udon. Spicy. Garlic—”
“Will you ever shut up? I’m trying to eat here!” Her tone wasn’t exactly exuding anger, but by all means, it’s intimidating and thrilling to hear, it almost feels like she’s threatening your life with it. This isn’t really surprising, honestly but deep down, you know how thankful she is for the meal you bought her yet she needs to remain that stern and cold demeanor meant to reevaluate your life choices.
Now, thinking about something like that, what have you really done to make her act like that? All hints were vague enough to crack the code behind her somber demeanor and her bitchy attitude that you despise.
If only you could really punish her for acting like this, then you would but those will be off the charts for now…
“Not even a thank you, Rei??” You feign disappointment as defeat laced in your tone, hoping Rei would acknowledge your thoughtful advances towards her and maybe, it’s working considering how she’s faintly smiling after each munch of the noodles.
“Hah… Okay, thank you for the food, I guess…” Rei’s tone is sarcastic, her head shaking jokingly as she mocks just to intimidate you and with that, you’re not having it anymore and you had enough of this attitude of hers. Rushing towards her as she’s scrolling down her phone, you caught off-guard with the grab of her wrists as you bring her in a wall, pinning her against it with a glare shooting daggers at her this time (thankfully, Rei left her phone on the table as it didn’t fall down because of your aggressive actions).
“You know, if you’re going to act like this for the next weeks I’m going to get fucking tired of you, you know?”
The fact that Rei didn’t retaliate with your harshness and even smirking slightly in front of you, lets you know how much she’s fending off her wants of enraging you as she likes this demeanor of you as you’re gaining control over her and that’s what not you wanted. With an unstoppable force of rage fueling you, you can’t comprehend how you’re going to take this situation lightly as it’s rather worse when Rei mocks you intimidatingly. “Then what? You’re not going to hurt me because you love me, right? If your horny ass could just chill within a single day then I wouldn’t have held this grudge on you for weeks.”
The former, she’s not wrong; you definitely love her and it’s all in a set of confusion on how the both of you portray the image of ‘love’. The latter? Well, that concludes her attitude that cursed her to be her worst for weeks and now you know why—it’s now letting you cross down the fields of reflection, giving you the light of realization on why she acted like this and god, it’s childish but she has a point, nonetheless.
To give context, maybe it was just a hint of jealousy towards someone you’re close with, and it spread like wildfire and letting her hear about it in which, breaks her heart a little yet it’s slow and painful, to the point that she needed to distance herself towards you to bare the pain but she can’t.
She never will because her heart is screaming for you. You only.
Even though the whole school’s talking about you and the popular princess (they refer her with that) being closer together as time goes by, you can’t and won’t find someone like Rei and how she holds a special place in your heart that no one can dethrone her from it—like, no one.
Yet, you wonder why is she taking this pain so seriously to the point that she has to ignore you like it didn't exist in her life and if she manages to talk to you, it’s all in a wrathful manner that you can’t bear?
Well, you probably need to find it out yourself even if it means to fuck it out of her.
“But why are you like this? Do you know how it fucking hurts to me that you’re ignoring me? Holding a grudge against me because I’m just close with her? Oh, so you’re jealous and you won’t talk to me—is that what you are, Rei?” You feel such a terrible and painful concoction of emotions, specifically sadness, rage and surprisingly, denial.
Why would you feel denial? There could be, possibly, limitless ways to express how you’re feeling denial but no, this is a bizarre one since you’re denying your true feelings of being in pain and rage because of her.
She knows how this probably scarred you, but in her mind, it’s to state a point—a point of her own selfishness and jealousy which is just absurd to think about.
“It’s not just that—you wanted to fuck her, I can see it in your eyes too—” Her eyes laced venom as her stare bears the pain she’s also carrying, and the cherry on top, her undying jealousy. “—it’s like you wanna rail her from behind and—”
“Rei!” You grit your teeth in rage as you feel the utter disrespect and the wrong judgment being thrown out between the both of you, mostly your approach and intentions. “Can you just—fucking stop saying that like, I wanna fuck every girl I meet, please?”
Even with the utter rage and uneasiness of you, she can feel the sincerity between every word you’re saying as her demeanor is slowly changing, yet it’s not evident onto your side as you’re being blinded by lust and frustration.
“Okay, okay—but your eyes are like—” Rei retaliates as she uses such force enough to let go of the grip of her wrists, and you didn’t even bother regaining your dominance and control as she’s doing her own thing, succumbing onto the better grip than what you did earlier. “screaming the ‘horny’ energy so bad.”
If you thought you’re that perverted to be thinking of filthiness all the time, she’s eating up her own words as she slowly kneels down in front of you, before grabbing the hem of your pants to switch positions, letting your body thud and relax onto the wall as she starts her magic.
“And you know what’s the best thing to match that horniness?” Rei looks up at you, cocking an eyebrow as her confidence fuels her to be this daring towards you.
“Whatever you’re thinking—ahh, Rei—just don’t—”
“Is horny itself.” Rei doesn’t let her speech get unbothered by you, as she unbuttons your pants as she disregards any of your pleas of refraining herself to engage in such lustful motives but that was impossible to be resisted.
“You know how much I despise you, right?”
“You don’t even need to tell it—I fucking hate you too.” Rei hitches a breath as she snarls, the little anger deep inside her being vocal around you and it didn’t stop, not even once.
Yet, of course, she knows how insatiable you can be as your body is her weakness and all she can sense within her is need and hunger over you. Even with her undying grudge over you, despising each other with all their might, the both of you won’t help yourselves from being intimately close onto each other’s touches and once Rei has all of your defenses down with a swift motion—she’s really good at this; you could even blink once and you’ll just see everything just going off like she’s precise on meeting the time even though she doesn’t need to. With a tickle of her fingers onto your clothed erection, you could just beg for her to just undress it but you’d want to let her know how you’re still in authority and maintained an unfazed demeanor.
You don’t need to beg nor ask; she has it all down, in one swift motion as she is greeted by your throbbing member in whom she always loved.
“Not gonna lie, even though I hate you and you’re an asshole sometimes—” Rei teases the head of your length with her fingers as you shudder in response, but fighting the urge to fully submit to her. “—you have a nice, juicy cock that I won’t turn down and that’s another upside on you.”
Your breath shudders as your thighs quiver a little due to her touches that makes you a hundred times more sensitive than ever before. “F-Fuck you, Rei…”
She isn’t bothered with that as she smirks and suddenly, her lips part against the slit of your cockhead as she swirls her tongue around it, painting every inch of your head wet with saliva and to make you submit into her even more, her digits strokes the base of your shaft in which, is too pleasurable on your own books.
“And not gonna f-fucking lie—” You retort as you stammer because of the intense pleasure her mouth is giving, but still continue to voice out what you want to say. “—as much as you’re a bitch who’s acting like spoiled, sensitive brat, your brat m-mouth feels fucking good—ahh, fuck!”
Rei knows how her incredible mouth can be your kryptonite once she laid it onto your swollen head, as she can just think of the numerous ways to fulfill her amorous needs and to probably deprive you because of what you deserve, in her own opinion. With the constant bobbing of her head onto your constantly throbbing penis, you can’t help but just give in to the ocean of pleasure and fully submit onto voicing your animalistic needs yet you fight yet treasure her oral service onto the entirety of your shaft. Saliva inevitably seeps out of her corners of her mouth in every thrust she does onto your length, sheathing every inch with her drool as she savors the musky taste of yours in which, she just can’t get enough considering how she slurps around your shaft.
“Of course, you’re not gonna feel a better mouth than me, asshole.” She resumes sucking you after as her pace is now being relentless, opting to further fulfill her needs of being deprived of the taste of your cock for weeks.
“One m-more ‘asshole’ that c-comes out of your mouth, I’m going to fuck your a-ass crazy enough to make you think who’s the real asshole is.” You retort back, aiming to provoke the sleeping beast inside her but you could only feel her vigorous pumps and frantic bobs getting more pleasurable and fast as she gives what she can in order to serve the best for both worlds (mostly hers, of course).
“I bet you can’t even get past the entrance of my ass, loser.” Of course, she’ll fight back and degrade you but that isn’t even true and it’s just the fact that her rage is just fueling her to say these things to you or better, to unleash your masochistic side.
The last time you had an intimate anal session with Rei was three weeks ago, and you could just remember how she fully submitted onto the entirety of your cock ramming her tight, snug hole and begging you to fill her up but of course, you didn’t fulfill it and would rather paint her enticingly round, beautiful face full of your semen as her hole was gaped enough to be sore as her legs deemed worthless for almost two days—you even got to the point that you need to excuse Rei for her absence due to her having a ‘fever’ but in reality, that happened between the both of you.
Resuming her oral masterclass, she parts her plump, duck-like lips onto the head of your shaft as she takes you deeper, aiming for more for her to take more as she’s getting hungrier the longer she sucks you off, and it’s just going to get better from here. She lets her hands do the utmost work all over your nether regions as every aspect builds up to the promised fantasy that burns the passion of lust: her handiwork of her dainty fingers massaging and stroking your shaft into a rapid pace, her hands fondling your balls to stimulate you further and occasionally caressing your thighs to arouse and entice you further.
Even though you want to degrade her actions, she knows you would be lying in your teeth, even if it means for roleplay but you know it wouldn’t work on her watch, no matter how hard you try.
“Keep doing that, Rei—fuck, you’re so fucking cursed on how good you are with this, no? Goddamn—fuck!” With your relentless compliments laced with your own deadly venom, it just fuels her to increase the pace further, where you’ll almost give up and grab a handful of her dark locks for leverage yet you won’t give in that far, wanting Rei to know how you’re still worthy to defend against her own frantic attacks.
She keeps her mouth busy with unparalleled thrusts as her hands do wander all over the vicinity of your length and soon enough, the inevitable will soon be in touch with you, signaling your near high as you encourage her to double her efforts with your constant moans and your subtle movements.
“Fuck, I’m getting close, Rei—” It was all getting too much elevated as suddenly, something disturbed the force—it was the devilish deeds Rei has been cursed to do, in an act of vengeance, on her own words.
Pop. It was sexy and hot yet at the same time, it’s fucking frustrating.
“Why the fuck did y-you stop, Rei? I was so close!” You’re bewildered and angered by the fact that she immediately stopped as you were about to blow the biggest load of your life down her throat—guess, that’s impossible now but hopefully, not for long. You can see the devilish smirk printed on her face, as she smirks in delight with your despair and her own pleasure.
“You fucking deserve it, honestly…” Rei’s stone-cold glare intimidates you, aiming to really unleash the hidden fury you’ve been storing as she slowly strokes the base of your shaft, not letting the libido die early for you and hers. With the constant twitch of your cock achingly wanting for a heavenly release, it just puts gasoline onto the flames of Rei’s selfish needs to see you struggling, more so, being edged until your balls ache for days, probably.
“How the fuck do I deserve this?” Your hands went onto your length, badly wanting to stroke it to paint her face white yet Rei fights you and god, she’s surprisingly able to fight back, brushing off your arms with hers as she stands up and pins you onto the wall, her face just inches against you. “You’ll see… Just let me do my thing, alright? You’re not going to cum yet, not on my watch.”
With a confused face, you can’t fathom why would Rei do that and more so, you deserving for such a cruel act but deep inside, it’s turning you on and you can’t help but think of how good it is—it’s a blessing in disguise and maybe, this is what Rei wanted all along.
“We should take this to the bedroom, honestly…”
“Why just not here, Rei?”
Rei just smirks and gives you that stern stare as she repeats herself again. “I said in my bedroom, now.”
Well, who are you to turn that down and not obey? You’ll never turn her down as both fervor-filled desires are off the roof now, craving for more despite the heart-aching grudge between the both of you—not going to lie, she’s toning down and that alone, makes you happy knowing that she’ll be like her old self soon.
And that's what you hope…
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“Fuck, y-you’re good at that—oh fuck, y-you’re cock is so b-big!”
“You’re s-so tight too, Rei!”
Even with the hint of movement, you can’t help but groan as the peak serotonin coursing down your veins is becoming too much to handle, her walls hugging around your throbbing length like it won’t let go—and this is the wonder behind this: her walls achingly gripping around your shaft begging for a load and her scrumptious backside all over your sight makes everything no less onto the point of peak-arousal, and it’s just the epitome of perfection.
Thanks to the added lubrication of the lube you’ve squirted inside her snug hole, it became easier to thrust inside her as every time you do, groans of pleasure escape both your mouths as you opt for better pace and the quality of each thrust doubling. You aim to really fuck the living grudge and bitchness out of her and you know how your cock can make Rei submit onto you as the harsh grip of the bed sheets and her screams of delight says enough. You then peppered her neck with affectionate kisses, maintaining the arousal soaring in the air as you mount your arms under her armpits and grasping her shoulders, wanting the get the better leverage onto fucking her snug hole and to further hear the symphony of moans escaping her sinful mouth.
“See, Rei—if you’re not going to be this harsh on me, this w-would be this damn easy, right?”
Rei, even though with your entire length hammering her asshole, still manages to articulate such words and be the bitch that you’ve been despising her for. “J-Just—gahh—shut the f-fuck up and fuck my a-ass—ahh, it’s too good!”
Constant spanks reverberate around the puny room as her buttcheeks now shades a familiar rosy hue, marking your harshness towards her. You quicken the pace and with every spank you do, her hole clenches and god, it just becomes unbearably tight yet pleasurable as you did that for the next couple of minutes, aiming to give her the best gratification that she’ll ever feel in her whole life.
Your hands didn’t just stay idle under her arms just for leverage, yet instead, it coursed its way onto her constantly jiggling large mounds as you fondle them, showing her how you wanted them for so long as it further sends her into overdrive and soon, it would be all too much for him, and maybe, for you.
“Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum soon—ahh, f-fuck, keep f-fucking me!”
Of course, she would get off with her digits constantly swiping and aiming for her high while you ram her asshole like there’s no tomorrow. With your focus only averted onto fucking her relentlessly and with the point of no-return, you didn’t even got the chance to see her high got off as she sprays all over the place, screaming in every spurt she does and it’s all just filthy, messy and arousing as fuck. You then rub her clit in order to stimulate her further, and extend her high as you find yourself pumping into her harder, aiming to gape her hole open and to let her know who the real asshole is.
“Yeah, see? Now you can’t think straight with my dick ravaging inside this slutty asshole, hm? You’re such a hypocrite, Rei—you really are.”
Even with the constant struggle of her tightness making your brain go haywire, you manage to degrade and retort back to her and maintain the rapid thrusts in her ass in which, took her seconds to respond as the pleasure was just becoming too much and that was all according to plan.
“Just f-fuck me and s-shut up—ahh, oh god—ahh!”
You hammer your hips hard against her porcelain flesh, the constant clashing of it resonating such sinful sounds that can easily turn on everyone that can eavesdrop their ear upon—gladly, it’s just the both of you who can hear these sinful sounds and being blessed by it. You know your high is about to get near soon, as you can feel it tingling onto your loins and she knows it too—the constant throbbing of your shaft inside her says a lot and little did you know, she has more in store and planned with you…
“Pull out!”
“W-What? What do you m-mean pull o—”
“I meant i-it! Pull t-the fuck out!”
As much as it’s painful to pull out of her tight, snug hole and the mental pain to not paint her walls white while rearranging her guts, you did what she requested you to do, pulling out immediately with a grunt escaping your lips, struggling a little because of her unexplainable tightness.
“Then what the f-fuck do you even want, Rei?”
Rei looks over her shoulders, and then faced you with her semi-drowsy eyes and with still an intimidating glare, and enlightened you, “You need to fuck my tits, now—I want it here and you’ll blow your load all over my face.”
Well, as much as you detest her propositions because of her constant denial of your supposedly-heavenly orgasms, that is an offer you won’t turn down as the soft valley of her pillowy mounds are as pleasurable than any of her holes, all in their respective aspects of defining the gratification it can give and titfucking her would be your guilt pleasure.
“Oh god, just let me cum! Don’t blueball me anymore—I swear…”
“It doesn’t matter—you’ll get off anyway.”
Now, positioning on mounting onto her stomach and laying down your raging length onto the valley of her mounds, she spits into her cleavage as you took the opportunity to lubricate your shaft onto it—not to mention the lube sheathed all over your shaft being helpful too at the moment. You’re really not going to waste any time as your hips ensue a wild pace onto her tits, as the hypnotic bounces of it are just mesmerizing to see, marveling at how perfectly arousing the sight is. Between your thrusts, her tongue desperately tickles the engorged head once it emerges onto the pillowy breasts of hers as each thrust is just aiming to chase your long-awaited orgasm, as you’ve been edged onto it for two times now.
Now holding onto her arms as a leverage onto frantic, desperate thrusts, you quicken the pace like you’re rushing onto something and thank god Rei’s helping you with chasing your own high too—her squeezing her mounds tightly with her arms to aid for the tightness that you always like and the pace of her ensuing a pleasurable pace that adds up to the delightful trajectory of such an incredible friction between the both of you.
There’s no turning back now; not when she moans to encourage your release and soon, it’ll all break loose and won’t be deprived further as suddenly, without even warning her, your slit wasn’t unable to hold anything back, sputtering multiple streaks of your own seed that landed on her neck, chin, her voluptuous breasts and some even on her cheeks as she moaned gracefully because of the warmth of your hard work. You kept thrusting into the valley of her breasts for a while as you chased to extend your orgasm and stopped once it fell out, you then falling limp onto the bed, enervated with what you’ve done with Rei.
The both of you exchanged breaths, chest heaving up and down for air as she faintly smiled at you, not before swiping a sample on her chin with her fingers and tasting, humming soundly right after as it tasted great, as she always expected.
“Not bad… See, the load is much healthier if you’re edged a couple of times…”
“Fuck you, for that—hah…”
Rei’s hands cupped your cheek, and then made you face hers as her smile is now mending the broken bridge between the both of you and most likely, mending your heart as the air now permeates wholesomeness, and it’s just fluttering to see that.
“Maybe I am the asshole for acting like a bitch for like three weeks, hm?”
“If that’s what you assumed…” Now recovered quickly with your own high, you got out of the bed and stood up, preparing to clean up the filthy mess you’ve been into until a voice calls you, making you turn back to see the gleeful Rei back to her original state—a bubbly, pouty one that you always love and that alone, makes the interaction wholesome despite the painted sin all over the bed and both of your bodies.
“You’re not just going to leave me here! Let me clean up too!” Rei pouts cutely on you as you giggled a little, feeling dumbfounded with her cute actions as you helped her get out of the bed, struggling because of the constant ramming you’ve done on her ass that made her legs feel like jelly. “Gosh—I don’t think my legs are working right now—you fucked me so well…”
“Well, I guess all you need is a cock ready to fuck that living bitch out of you, huh”?
Rei lightly punches your shoulder because of your tease, and knowing it didn’t offend her in any way, you just laughed it off as she giggled back, finding it a little hilarious. “Shut up…”
Well, maybe you’ve now cracked the code—Rei just needs a good fucking, rearraging her guts and her attitude is enough to really make her break that stern demeanor she’s been onto for weeks.
And yeah… “Oh no, the udon!”
“You can finish that later, Rei—” You smirk right after, planning onto another mischievous act that will let her know the primal beast inside you, maybe even feeding her more than what any food can do. “—because for now, you can milk another load from me, in your throat—don’t you want that?”
If it isn’t even enough for the both of you…
#kinknuary 2024#ive smut#naoi rei smut#rei smut#ive x male reader#naoi rei x male reader#rei x male reader
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Part ll with Geto, Megumi and Gojo here
Pairing: Choso x reader; Nanami x reader
Word Count: 2,9k (Choso's part escalated)
Warnings: Nanami's part is not proofread (wanted to publish this today so badly), angst in Choso's part, fluff in every part hehe
As always, I apprechiate every little comment or repost. Thank you guys so much for your support <3
Choso Kamo
You weren’t planning on drinking that much tonight. To be honest, you were just looking for a good time, guys bought you drinks like there’s no tomorrow though. Who are you to refuse that favor?
You definitely should have, though. Because right now, you are standing with your back against a wall in a dark alley of Tokyo, whole body trembling in fear. The frame of an enormous looking man cut off every possible escape route you’ve had, every minor spark of hope you’ve had left. Fuck, how could you be so dumb, why did you take the shorter route through this abandonment district? All you have in your purse are a lipstick, a few bills, your phone and your keys. No pepper spray, no knife, absolutely nothing to defend yourself. Not that you would be able to, given that you aren’t even able to stand up straight.
“Come on cutie, don’t be shy”, he purrs, hand stretched out to touch your hair.
“Keep your fucking hands off me”, you hiss before sinking your teeth into his hand so violently that his skin bursts.
“Little bitch.”
With a swift motion of his bare palm, he sweeps you off your feet, head spinning when it hits the wet tarmac harshly. You are way too drunk to collect a single logical thought, mind racing uncontrollably as your blood discolors your sight crimson.
“I was trying to be nice, y’know? But that’s it. You’ll pay for that.”
Without hesitation, he grabs you by the throat und pulls your aching body out of the dirt, smirking at you with his missing teeth. Tears start to swell up your eyes, you simply can’t believe that it came this far. You should be home already, lying in your bed after drinking a whole bottle of water, sleeping in until afternoon. But this…This isn’t how your night should have ended.
“Help me!”, you cry out.
“Please, someone! Help me.”
“Shut the fuck up”, he interrupts you roughly, smashing your weak body against a nearby wall.
Focus. Try to have a sober thought for a minute. Your legs are free, perfect height for his crotch. If you kick him hard enough, he might let go of you. Every inch of your skin hurts like hell, bruises over bruises covering your weak frame. But you have to be strong now if you want to escape him. No, you’re not going down without a fight.
With a loud scream, you put all the power you have left into your right leg, kicking between his legs with full force. He lets go of you immediately, puny figure crumpling down on the floor. You have no time. As fast as your wobbly legs carry you, you run deeper into the dark alley. Away from that man, away from his attempt to force himself on him. Get away, fuck the alcohol and the way your whole body screams at you. Your sharp and fast breath hangs in the air, tears still rolling down your eyes. You run and run and run until-
You harshly land on the ground.
Choso didn’t plan on hearing your desperate cries for help. To be honest, he didn’t even plan on being here in the first place. But still he stops in his tracks, eyes darting towards the direction of your desperate scream. What was this? It sounded like the cry of a woman followed by punches. Curses, maybe? No, he can’t detect any curses energy around this area. Is this even important, though? He is on his way to a meeting with Geto and the others, making plans on how to take revenge for his brothers.
He grumbles to himself. Whatever it is, taking the back alley doesn’t extent his path significantly. His steps follow the constant mumbling, screaming, crying and rumbling. Fast steps come near him, a woman running his way. His brows furrow. You don’t seem to see him, the panic in your glossy eyes seems to glow in the dark as you sprint forwards, directed towards him. Before he is able to move to the side, you crash into him full force, making you fall to the ground rougly.
The second your doe eyes dart towards him, he forgets for a moment how to breathe. You must be quite beautiful for a human being, even though your face and hair are covered in blood and your whole body is bruised. Carefully, he steps towards. What is he supposed to do now? What even happened?
“Back off”, you cry out, crawling away from him on the wet tarmac of the night.
Another pair of steps, this time louder and heavier. A man come in sight. The second he lays his eyes on your puny figure, he starts sprinting faster, directly towards you with a maniac grin plastered on his face.
“What do you think you’re doing, fool?”
He shouldn’t care the slightest. No, Choso should continue on, leaving you to your face. Why the hell is he automatically positioning himself in front of you, now facing that ugly man that seems to chase you?
“What are you doing here, freak? She’s ours, find your own little whore”, the spits at him along with a weak attempt to break Choso’s nose.
Pathetic. Who does that fucker think he is? The tiniest amount of blood is enough to pierce right through his pea brain.
All you can do is stare in awe as the stranger in front of you. Who is this man? And how was he able to handle the situation in the blink of an eye? The toothless man’s body falls to the ground lifelessly. It’s only you and him, the man with the threatening appearance who happens to be your savior in shining armor.
“What are you doing here all alone?”, he mumbles before slowly turning around and staring at you dead still.
With the last bit of strength you have left in your weak body, you lift yourself off the ground and glare at him, shivers running down your spine. Did he…kill him? How? When?
“Was on my way home from a party”, you explain briefly.
“How careless to take this path without fighting experience or weapons on your own”, his harsh voice remarks, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Thank you for saving me. He’d probably killed me if it wasn’t for you”, you mumble.
Fuck, you feel like freezing to death. Your clothes are sliced open, dirty and wet from the rain that fell a few hours ago onto the ground, head spinning from the alcohol and the way he slammed it into the tarmac with full force.
“You’re freezing.”
The stranger takes one step forward, leading you to panic all over again.
“Don’t touch me!”, you yell instinctively, body desperately trying to hide from his presence.
“Stay here, idiot. I’m trying to help you.”
Choso doesn’t really know why, but his arms wrap themselves around your trembling figure, your head resting against his chest while silent sobs escape your lips.
“I just wanna go home…”, you sniff and he can’t help but feel…
Sorrow.
You were probably enjoying your evening, not putting much thought into your way home, not expecting a men to attack you like this.
“Where are you living? This isn’t an ideal place to stay”, he mutters, unsure of how to act in a situation like that.
This is the first time he ever held a woman. Fuck, this is the first time he ever felt something like distress about a human in his whole life.
“I…I can’t…walk”, you stutter.
His gaze wanders down your entirely bruised legs. Who knows what that man did to you before he arrived. Anger rises within him, hands clenched into fists.
“I’ll carry you, then.”
With a swift motion, he wraps his arms around your back and knees, making sure not to hurt your limbs in the process.
You can only stare at him in awe. Who is this man, the man with that strange tattoo over his nose, the man who wears purple eyeshadow and a robe you haven’t seen before? Why is he helping a stranger, even carrying your drunk and injured body home? Even though something about him tells you that he’s not to be trifled with, you don’t ask him. Instead, you give him brief directions to find your apartment, eyes never breaking away from his gorgeous face. He seems young, maybe as old as you. But still, you’ve never seen him around. Is it because you’re drunk? You don’t know, but you can’t hold your tongue any longer.
“You are such a beautiful man.”
His eyes widen, staring down at you in disbelief. What are those words? No woman ever said something like this to him. How is he supposed to react? He should have let these men kill you on the spot, just leave you alone in this cold and dark alley.
But why, why do your words make his heart flutter?
“I mean, your style is pretty edgy and all, but it suits you very well. Haven’t seen you here before, though. You here often?”
“I’m never here”, he remarks dryly.
Are you really trying to start a conversation with him?
“We have to go right here. Aaaaaand there’s my place”, you announce weakly, Choso’s mind still occupied by your previous statement.
“Thank you for carrying me…”, you mutter when he lets you down gently, hands fumbling to reach your keys.
All he does is staring down at you blankly. What’s on his mind? Was all of that planned? Maybe he is like that man, maybe he just came here to know where you live…God, you are so stupid.
“You aren’t here to murder me, aren’t you?”
“Are you kidding me? Do you really think I would have carried you all the way to your door just to kill you here?”, he remarks.
“Right…m’sorry, I think I’m still a little drunk y’know…”
Fuck that. Before you’re able to go into panic mode again, you wrap your arms around his body tightly. His scent is almost intoxicating, probably the best male fragrance your nose ever sniffed. And you can definitely tell that he’s a well-trained man underneath that strange clothes.
Choso can’t move an inch, all senses focused on the way you hugged him. It feels strange. Strange to be embraced by someone, strange that he helped a human being tonight. Why did he choose to follow your screams, why did it bother him so much that that other man laid his hands on you? And why does it somehow warm his heart to feel you so close against his own body?
“Thank god I ran you over tonight”, you hush against his chest.
Choso has to blink a few times.
“Good for you”, he simply replies.
But deep in his heart, he knows this isn’t only an event you will never forget. He himself will probably never get over the fact that today, he helped another human being instead of letting it get killed. But not only that.
You are breathtakingly gorgeous.
“Now go inside and find some sleep.”
With one last glance at the man who saved you only a few minutes ago, you step inside your apartment, weak body sliding down the closed door. Did this really happen? You might be drunk, but that man…
You’ll definitely never forget him.
Kento Nanami
“Don’t do it, (y/n). You’ll only get yourself into trouble. Nanami-san is a higher up, you have to work with him for your entire life. It’s not wise to call him and tell him about your stupid little crush”, Ino warns you while you scroll through your phone with a dumb smirk.
“I can’t hold back any longer Ino! I’m soooo obsessed with him!”, you cry out dramatically.
One call can’t hurt, right? Nope, that sounds like a good idea. The second your eyes dart towards his name, you press the call button, Ino freaking out next to you.
“You are way too drunk for a serious talk like that. Are you out of your mind? Hang up immediately, this is a bad idea, you will-“
“Is that you (y/n)?”
“Hello Kento”, you purr into the speaker.
“Are you alright? Did something happen?”
Nanami straightens himself in his seat, eyes lingering through the window over the city lights. Why would you call him this late at night? And why does his first name coming out of your mouth make his heartbeat pick up so suddenly?
“No, jus’ wanted to talk to you…Y’know, your voice sounds so sexy, absolutely…how do you call it? Oh, masculine”, you mumble.
Something about your usual so composed voice seems off, though. Didn’t you and Ino mention earlier that you are going out tonight?
“Are you drunk?”
“Hehe, yes”, you giggle, making Ino almost lose his mind next to you.
“Can you tell me where you are? I’m coming to pick you up.”
It’s far after midnight, too late for you to be out on your own. Is Ino with you? Hopefully he’s still there. His brows are furrowed, ears focused on every little word you say. You never called him by his first name before, let alone talked with him so openly. Over the last few months, the two of you got to work together closely. And slowly but surely, Nanami begin to fall for you. Your exceptional brain, your immense powers, the way you carry yourself with such elegance and wise words. At the moment though, you seem to miss your usual composure completely. What are you trying to tell him?
“Oh really? That’s so kind of you. Uh, Ino, you know where we at?”
Ino snatches the phone out of your hand, ice cold sweat running down his face. Fuck, hopefully this doesn’t cost him his good reputation.
“Nanami-san, I’m so so sorry-“
“Don’t be. Can you tell me where you are?”
“Of course, I’m sending you the location right now!”
“Thank you. Make sure (y/n) stays save, I’m coming to get her immediately.”
With that, he hangs up.
“He’s coming to get you, dumbass”, Ino mutters.
“How exciting!”, you speak out with glimmering eyes, heart already pounding against your ribcage by the sheer thought of seeing him tonight.
“I should meet him at the parking spot.”
“Stay where you are!”, Ino barks at you, hand holding onto the sleeve of your shirt for dear life.
In the meantime, Nanami is already on his way to get you with his head lost in thought. This is the first time you ever spoke so freely to him. And the fact that you called him this late at night while being drunk…Even though a part of him wants to be mad at you for being so reckless, to know that he was on your mind instead of everyone else makes him blush ever so slightly.
It doesn’t take long to find you. With elegant steps he approaches you and Ino, your eyes wide open. How does he look so fine this late at night with his shirt buttoned up so neat and his hand braced on his hip?
“You look absolutely del…delicious…Is that how you spell it, Ino?”
“Please stop talking (y/n)”, Ino begs, finally able to let go of you.
“Come on, let’s drive you home. Ino, do you need a ride?”
“No thank you. My apartment is a few blocks away. Have a good night. And you, drink a lot of water.”
“Gotcha!”, you remark, eyes filled with determination.
Until you have to really take a few steps outside.
“Ouff, is it just me or is the floor lave?”, you breathe out.
“Come on, I’ll help you.”
His arm wraps itself around your shoulder gently, pulling you close to his large frame. Even though your mind is clouded by alcohol, your heartbeat picks up in an instant.
“I could get used to that. Should get drunk more often.”
“Please don’t”, he replies, leading you to his expensive looking car and helping you get seated.
It doesn’t even take 5 minutes for you to pass out in his car, snoring in the most adorable way Nanami has ever heard. Finally he has the opportunity to shamelessly admire your soft features and the way your hair frames your face so delicately. You really are an attractive woman with everything he could wish for.
And maybe, just maybe, this is the perfect opportunity to ask you about your feelings towards him. After all, he can’t deny the spell you put on him.
“(y/n)”, he gently speaks out.
You don’t move an inch, not even when he allows his hand to stroke over your arm. Are you really that drunk? Nanami signs to himself, gets out of the car and opens your door – still no movement.
“I’m going to carry you inside…”, he mutters more to himself than to you, arms lifting you up with ease.
God, you are so breathtakingly gorgeous. Will he ever have the courage to tell you about his true feelings, that he wants you to be more than just a colleague? Who knows. What is way more important to him now is to take off your shoes, carry you into his bed and put a blanket on top of you, softly tucking you in while you groan in your sleep.
“Good night, (y/n). Maybe I’ll tell you someday how much you mean to me.”
“Night, Kento…”, you mumble back.
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Hi loving you and your writing 💗but right now I am craving for a wooyoung fic based on chase Atlantic "slow down" love u 😘
Coming right up Angel 🩷 and thank you for compliments and the request! I’ve been so bias wrecked by him I wished it’s funny 🫠
Hope you didn’t mind that I sort of cut off the drug usage present in the song because I’m not comfortable with it (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
Slow down? Yeah fucking right.
Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, backshots, unprotected sex, !mentioned alcohol use (drink responsibly please), cream pies, slight manhandling(?), light bondage, established relationship, slow to fast (LMAO)
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When Wooyoung’s a little more tipsy than usual, he dances between the scale of going slow or about to rearrange your fucking guts, and it’s a fucking surprise every single time it happens. Not that you were complaining of course. No matter what he does, it just drives you up the wall, just constantly begging for more.
He’s had a few drinks tonight, destressing himself for the weekend after a long week of work. You walk over to him, and take the glass from him, pouting. “You shouldn’t drink so much, Woo”, you scold. Wooyoung doesn’t get mad—why would he get mad if it was you? He smiles at you as his arms snake around your waist as he leans into you, spoiling you with kisses on your clothed waist. You settle the cup on the table, away from his reach. His flushed cheeks already an indication that he’s already getting pretty tipsy. He breathes in his body wash that you use when you stay over, and he loves how it smells on you.
“Hi darling”, he hums as his hands trail past under the dress shirt you’re wearing, tickling your thighs, playing against the band of your panties, tempted to just pull it down, his eye contact never breaking with yours. It sends electricity up your spine. “Could I have you instead?” He asks.
You’re wondering if you should tease him a little and deny him of that request just for the sake of your amusement. Your fingers caress his chin and Wooyoung feels himself shiver in anticipation even though you know he’s going to be the one flipping the tables.
You push his hands off you, which takes Wooyoung back by surprise, and cease any form of physical contact with him, before pushing him back against the sofa, then taking the glass of alcohol to the sink. Wooyoung is left confused and half hard on the couch.
You know he’ll come crawling soon enough, because that’s how you’d always lure him in anyway, especially when he’s in such a state. You take your time to walk into your shared bedroom with him and as expected, he catches up so fucking quick, and it’s always by surprise when his pace catches up with yours. He grabs you by your shoulders in such quick motion, as he kicks the door shut, and you squeal as you fall onto the cold sheets. It tickles your nipples as the cold envelopes you.
Before you could muster the energy to get up and face him, Wooyoung’s weight presses against yours from above, and fuck, his erection is just pressing against your legs.
“Darling, why would you leave me hanging like that? Got my feelings hurt”, he whispers too calmly, sending shivers down your spine.
You turn slightly, giving him a mischievous look. “How would I know if you’re sober enough to consent?”
Wooyoung scoffs. “You know I’m always sober enough to fuck you dumb. I would never drink more than I can take.”
You could barely muster a reply as his hands hike up your thighs and hooks onto the band of your underwear, and he tugs down oh so painfully slow. Once the garment is removed, he pulls it taut, looking at the pretty wet spot you made on the fabric, and he smiles, satisfied as you fight every cell in your body not to turn shy.
“Besides, why the fuck would I want to forget every time we make love? That would be such a waste, wouldn’t it?” Wooyoung continues, his finger tracing the curve of your spine through the thin fabric. You don’t dare move a muscle, because you know he’d could just do about anything to you, and that now the real thing truly begins. He slowly pulls the strap of your dress all the way down to your ankles, and tosses it onto the ground, his gaze tracing every single dip and peak of your body as you take shallow breaths.
Wooyoung has a piece of long fabric that he probably picked up along the way chasing after you, and he props your ass up, not forgetting to give it a light spank, causing you to cry out.
“I won’t let this ass go to waste, baby. I promise.” Wooyoung hums as he soaks his fingers with his spit before giving your clit some attention. Your face buried in the sheets, loving how sensitive it feels as the arousal travels up your body. You feel Wooyoung pull your hands behind your back and the fabric going through it’s rounds on your wrists.
He leans in from behind, kissing the nape of your neck, before he says, “tell me if it hurts okay?” You nod, feeling your cunt already dripping from the anticipation.
He loops the rest of the fabric to your wrist to restrain them—just how he likes it. He stands back, admiring your ass, as well as the way your fluids are leaking out from your hole—and he hasn’t even started yet.
“Fuck. You’re one pretty little slut”, he inhales, taking the sight of you in like that, and that only makes your cunt flutter at the air. Wooyoung smirks before diving right in, licking a stripe, making sure his tongue flicks against your clit, drinking in your juices as well as your moans. His fingers are still slicked up, and he doesn’t waste time to spit into your cunt before pushing in said two fingers.
Your eyes roll back in bliss. Fuck, it feels so good. No matter how many time the both of you did this, it always feels like a whole new experience, something you ended up craving so much because Wooyoung does it so fucking well. The combination of the pads of his fingertips press against your bundle of nerves consistently as his tongue sending pleasure to your clit pulls a knot in your cunt as your cried fills up the room.
Wooyoung laps you up as if he hasn’t tasted you before, taking note of how your walls are clenching against his fingers. “Cumming soon babe?” He asks, and you barely could answer him, only a soft “yes” leaving your lips. He finger fucks you even more, your g-spot sensitivity hiking up exponentially and your cries growing louder.
“Wooyoung, I’m close. So fucking good. I’m gonna cum-“ and his tongue on your clit increases in speed. The knot in your stomach snaps as your orgasm washes over you so intensely, your hole pulsing against Wooyoung’s fingers, some of your arousal leaking out as you cream on his fingers. Wooyoung doesn’t relent—he sucks on your clit until you squeal from the overstimulation as your high dies down. He gives your cunt a wet kiss before wiping his stained fingers on his slacks before pulling them down.
You could barely catch your breath before you feel his cock sticking between your folds. He doesn’t enter just yet, but he’s enjoying how cunt is so fucking wet that he’s slipping his cock past your throbbing cunt. The alcohol is slightly fucking him up as it slowly bleeds into him. He sighs as he pushes inch by inch into you, and his cock only grows harder when he hears you cry out in pleasure as he goes in deeper.
“So fucking tight”, he groans as he bottoms out in you, and more sobs come out from you. He lets his cock stay in you for a couple of seconds or so to let you adjust, before pulling back—and soaking in your groans—and then pounding right back into you.
Your moans and cries are on top of the wet sounds of skin slapping each other echo in the room. Wooyoung grips the fabric restraints as he fucks into you, pulling you closer to him so his cock reaches in deeper. He groans as you clench around him. You’re crying out Wooyoung’s name as if your life depends on it, creaming so much on his cock, as drool seeps past the sides of your lips. Your eyes were so blown out from the pleasure that nothing else seemed to matter anymore.
“Damn, you’re so fucking loud, baby”, Wooyoung grunts as he gently pushes your face into the pillow, muffling your voice. He releases you quickly, and opts to land his hand on your ass, the sound bouncing around the walls. Your body shakes in surprise and your cries get cut short, replaced with a squeal as your hole squeezes against Wooyoung’s dick, causing him to groan again.
He leans back to look at the mess—the way he’s cock is just slipping into your hole as you continue to cream and pulse on it, the squelching sounds only heightening the arousal as he uses his thumb to tug against your hole, admiring the way you take his cock so fucking perfectly. Fuck. He could really do this all day.
Your mind was really getting hazy as the knot tightens in your stomach. Your body now has a mind of its own as your hips push back against Wooyoung, feeling yourself almost bounce on his dick at this point frantically.
“Slow down, princess”, Wooyoung says, as he strokes your sides, and you deduce that this round of alcohol was making him more relaxed than aggressive this round. You wonder how you should push him to start rearranging your guts.
Through half lidded eyes and uneven pants, you manage to taunt, “I’m pretty fucking sure you can do better than that, babe.”
Wooyoung raises an eyebrow. The alcohol is definitely hazing his senses, so he definitely takes it at face value. Sometimes it’s too fucking easy to get him wrapped around your finger. Not to mention, since he’s half drunk already, the fabric he tied around you was getting loose, and he doesn’t notice your hands slowly pulling the ones around your wrist taut to loosen it.
“You could go harder if you wanted to. Why hold back? You know how much you and I like it fucking rough right?”
Something snaps in Wooyoung, and his hands grab your hips and pulls you in. Then one hand on the restraints, and the other pushing your head into the pillow, as he fucks you into the mattress. Star burst in your eyelids as you could barely keep up with his pace of fucking. Your cunt is gonna be so abused and sore by the end of this but fuck, it was always worth it.
“Say that again, princess”, he hisses as his cock drags along your cunt, sending sparks of pleasure all over your body. You don’t bother, because your mind was turning into straight up mush thanks to his fat cock.
“That’s it. That’s fucking it”, you barely cry out, your thighs shaking as your second orgasm —which you barely could even process—hits you hard. Wooyoung’s moans mount an octave as he feels his cock being squeezed so perfectly around you.
“Oh my fucking god. I’m cumming” his voice coming out a lot less deeper, as his load is emptied into your cunt in erratic spurts, and his grip on your ass doesn’t lighten until his balls are emptied. He releases you when he’s feels that he’s fucked out, rubbing your lower back in smooth circles.
Your wrists release from the restraints as it falls onto the bed, and you heave against the now, warm, sheets. Wooyoung decides to be playful and falls onto you, knocking out the breath out of you. He rains kisses down your temples, cheeks and on your neck before quickly getting up to turn you to lie on your back. He then heads to the closet to grab a towel to clean you up despite the exhaustion biting him.
He lies beside you, and pulls you into a deep kiss, desperate to taste every part of your before sleep lulls him down. As he pulls back, he flicks your head delicately.
“Babe, I told you to fucking slow down, didn’t I?”
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sanrio!oc & boxer!jk headcannon
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⤷ ⊹₊⋆ series masterlist ⊹₊⋆
>pics from pinterest<
—warning: some mature contents, read at your own risk—
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ᡣ𐭩 y/n l/n, 19
ʚɞ lives in a tiny/luxurious apartment nearby the lake
ʚɞ works at a bubble tea store. you love being in a minimalistic and cute place. indeed you think you’re just a girl and your world is full of sanrio and cute stuff.
ʚɞ currently studying cosmetology. you dont know what you want to do just yet but you’re trying to figure it out. you love doing your own makeup, nails, and eyelashes. anything that makes you feel that feminine energy you’ll do it. that’s the reason why you’re pursuing something that’s related to your very own interest!
ʚɞ obsessed with hello kitty. you just has to collect at least one every week so you can function properly
ʚɞ has daddy’s issue (just like the author)
ʚɞ friendly to everyone but you have 3 real friends who you know really well. you open up to them about some details of you and jungkook’s relationship. there’s always there to give you advice or just listen to your rants
ʚɞ you’re very affectionate and genuinely loves the people in your life + sensitive: cry yourself to sleep when someone yells at you. how dare they
ʚɞ had multiple sugar daddies prior to entering a relationship with jk
ʚɞ your go-to outfits are mini skirts+black platform boots/mary janes + crop tops
ʚɞ dumb and slow as a turtle. you just never get what’s going on most of the time & that’s why guys get to take advantage of you and your dummy self won’t even realize it.
ʚɞ may look innocent but be the freakiest in the bedroom. 100% certified virgin (just for the first 6 months of her and jk’s relationship) but that doesn’t mean you can’t own multiple toys + toys that jk gifted you.
ʚɞ unintentionally and intentionally tease jk. you just likes seeing all worked up for nothing.. or something
ʚɞ sucker for creampie & cockwarming
ʚɞ listen to kali uchis, lana del rey, mitski, etc.
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ᡣ𐭩 Jeongguk Jeon, 23
ꕤ born from a wealthy family. he rebels against his parents: they wanted him to be the heir of their business, but jungkook said “fuck that imma do my own thing”
ꕤ was an underground boxer at the age of 20, but because of his skills, he became somewhat popular in mainstream boxing.
ꕤ has lots of boxing competition [i think he likes to fight]
ꕤ has anger issues. especially when he sees men taking advantage of you. boxing helps him to let out all the anger and he’s learning how to be better. [ you can fix him ]
ꕤ nonchalant but possessive? he doesn’t like to share
ꕤ lives on his own for some time now, in a huge penthouse. he gets lonely most of the time, he’s used to it though
ꕤ @ the gym 24/7. he basically lives there.
ꕤ rumor has it that he was a fuckboy? there’s no proof though.. yet. there’s been rumors around and they don’t sound nice.
ꕤ smokes + vapes [oc hates it]
ꕤ has a big dog named Bam, he’s such a good dog to you!
ꕤ always horny, he keeps the videos of you playing with yourself for his personal use
ꕤ has lots of fantasy of you, he’s infatuated then later on will be in love
ꕤ listens to partynextdoor, metro boomin, brent faiyaz, etc.
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JJK ADULTS WHEN YOU‘RE SICK
a/n: totally not just because i‘m sick rn, i‘d never
warnings: pet names (idiot, baby, darling, love); ooc toji but idc i love him; one f-bomb
haikyuu version
FUSHIGURO TOJI: he’s kind of helpless but he swears he tries his best
toji‘s head rapidly turned towards you as he heard your slow steps. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he exclaimed, immediately dropping everything in his hand and rushing towards you. “ain’t no way, go back to bed, idiot” you were just about to say something, however he shushed you again. “i don’t wanna hear it, back under the covers” as the black haired man tucked you in, you couldn’t help but protest. “i’m sick, not incapacitated, toji” “same thing,” he shot back immediately, “now stay there and don’t do dumb shit, you need to get better.”
GETO SUGURU: can’t help but berate you in the process of taking care of you
“i just don’t understand why it’s so hard to wear a jacket,” geto muttered under his breath, mentally rolling his eyes, as he poured you a cup of tea. “seriously, what do you even have it for” “i can hear your thoughts from the bedroom!” you yelled, a small smile on your lips. he was always like this. shortly after geto entered the room, the corners of his mouth still upturned. “you can, can‘t you?” “mhhm,” you affirmed, gratefully accepting the hot cup that immediately warmed your cold hands. “well, maybe wear that jacket next time, don’t you think?”
GOJO SATORU: doesn’t leave you alone. at all. you barely have room to breathe
“get off me,” you huffed, weak arms pushing against his form. “nu-uh,” he sang, closing his arms around you and pressing your form against his body, “i gotta take care of my sick baby after all” you knew satoru well enough so you were aware that any further protests would be pointless. so you only sighed, shutting your eyes. “i don’t want you to get sick too,” you muttered in defeat. “me? i never get sick!”
NANAMI KENTO: how to take care of sick people 101
as your door opened, nanami poked his blonde head inside, quickly glancing over you before entering. in his hands he held a bowl, soft steam rising from it. “i brought you some soup,” he commented, carefully placing it on your nightstand. before you could even thank him, he already placed his hand on your forehead. “you still have a fever” you could only stare up at him with big eyes, body too exhausted to even answer to him. slowly he helped you to sit up, back leaning against the headboard. “come, you have to eat something. then you can go back to sleep, okay, darling?”
SHOKO IERI: would definitely fight your doctor over every diagnosis and prescribed medicine
“can’t we just get the prescription and be done with it?” you whined, shifting in the seat of the car while glancing at shoko. “your doctor is an idiot,” she only commented, rolling her eyes, “ain’t no way we’re getting that” “come on!” you protested weakly, “let’s just get it please, i really don’t have the energy to argue with you about this” after a couple of silent seconds, she sighed, hand reaching over to grad yours. “fine,” she said, pressing a soft kiss on your hand, eyes shifting to you. “whatever you need, love”
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hi i love your blog, your writing is so good! may i request what type of arguments the ‘03 boys would have with their s/o? like what would the argument be about? are they upset for a long or short amt of time? how do they make up with their s/o? hopefully that makes sense, thank you!
Arguments w/the boys ‘03
All 4!
Summary: what I think the boys are like during arguments with their favorite girl.
Hi friend! Thank you for your request and the super sweet words! Sorry for the long wait, love you!
Michelangelo;
Mikey definitely isn’t one to start or enjoy fighting with you… with his brothers, duh! But not with you.
The fights he starts -if one could even call them fights, are small, light-hearted and innocent. He is essentially just pulling your leg and trying to be a pain.
“Y/n! You can’t just walk past the t.v mid play! You made me lose the game!”
“I think you lost the game because you chose to focus on throwing pillows at me instead of playing your stupid game!”
Those fights don’t last long as the moment he thinks it’s actually stressing you out, he stops.
“I’m kidding angel! I’m kidding!”
He makes up for it every time with a kiss on the cheek too.
Generally, you’re the one who has to start the fights with him - even if he’s the one with a problem.
And trust me, he may not flat out say he has a problem with you but he sure can’t hide it.
Que the slight pouting and undeniable tension on his part. He can’t fake his feelings ever.
And don’t forget all the passive aggressive, smart ass remarks he makes under his breath when he’s annoyed.
Fights with Mikey are rare but when they do happen there is a common theme, a need for your attention.
Remember, Mikey is a needy boyfriend. It has pros and cons.
Pros - he’s doting, always makes sure you know just how much he cares, always makes time for you, remembers important dates and puts in all the effort a boyfriend should.
Cons - a bit too clingy.
“I feel like you don’t ever want to see me anymore, like you just come around to make me happy.”
“Why do you even think that, Mikey?”
“Because! I wish you wanted to see me as much as I want to see you!”
Fights with him never last long, ever! He’s the kinda guy that refuses to go to bed knowing you’re sad.
He also spoils you rotten after :) Gifts, food, foot rubs, everything!
Raphael;
Raph is a nightmare to fight with and we all know on some level, he loves to fight. More with Leo than anyone but still.
In regards to arguing with you, it definitely lies in a strange grey zone for him. He hates making you upset but also has a bad habit of enjoying a good conflict.
He hates that about himself.
Not to mention how bad he is at holding his tongue.
“I’m pissed, okay? I’m mad and I need to get away from you before I say stuff I don’t mean!”
“I don’t want you to go out there and get hurt!”
“You don’t get it! I’m not like you! I’ve been fighting my whole life and it’s hard for me to just stop!”
In the midst or after every fight, he disappears for a couple of hours. Cooling off is essential for you two to figure out the problem.
Surprisingly, fights between you and Raph are rare. Partially because he’s working on anger management but mostly because he tends to lock his emotions inside before having a massive blow up.
Once he’s calmed down, he always goes straight to you, full of shame.
“Hey baby.”
“Hey.”
One of the best parts about Raph as a boyfriend is how self perceptive he is, he always apologizes for what he did wrong and fully understands why it was wrong.
“I promise I’ll be better to you, and that I learned from my fuck ups, y/n/n.”
After fights, he’s a lot more affectionate with you and uncharacteristically, even keeps that energy in front of his brother.
Donatello;
Donnie and fighting really doesn’t mix well, it’s rare but when it does happen it’s always over dumb stuff.
The arguments start more like debates, his nerdy side comes straight to the forefront as he feels the need to correct you on everything.
“Y/n! I’m proofreading the piece you wrote and look! Are you sure this is really the angle you wanna argue your point from, beautiful?”
Now that sounds pretty innocent but if Don is one thing, it’s a little bit condescending - not on purpose or with malicious intent but nonetheless, condescending he can be.
Things that may seem like no big deal can turn into tension and fighting for hours very quickly.
Typically, you are the one that starts the fight but usually because Don accidentally did something to start the fight.
“I feel like you’re nitpicking to make yourself feel so much better than me, Don. It’s so frustrating!”
“Look doll, I’m just trying to make sure your don’t come off a little bit… foolish.”
Donnie is definitely book smart, but emotionally smart, not so much.
He has a bad habit of saying mean stuff he doesn’t think is mean that ends up hurting your feelings.
And sometimes it takes awhile for him to notice.
“Y/n?… y/n?… hellooo y/n! Are you giving me the silent treatment? Why?!”
He is kinda clueless about this stuff.
But when he does catch on, he’ll do the most mature thing and approach you to hear you out.
He’ll be engaged and ask all the important questions so he knows how he hurt your feelings and can properly apologize.
“You’re the smartest girl I know! I misspoke, I just wanted to be useful to you, sweet girl.”
Leonardo;
Okay hear me out on this one!! And don’t ever make any assumptions about thee Leonardo.
This man is whipped and it pretty much makes him incapable of starting a fight with you ever.
He will let you get away with just about anything and approaches any and all rough topics with you so gently.
“You don’t seem entirely like yourself, angel. Are you feeling okay?”
Even if your response is snappy, he is always gentle in his language and tone.
“Can I do something to help you, y/n/n?”
Fights between the two of you need to be started by you but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll fight back much.
Everything you would expect to happen, expect the opposite.
You give him the silent treatment, he’ll give you some space and come around later to talk it out.
You full on snap and scream at him, he’ll let you take out all your anger on him and tell you he understands why you are mad.
Complete princess treatment with him.
But don’t think he’ll always agree with you, absolutely not. He’s just patient and explains his point of view rationally.
“I really do love and understand you, y/n, but you have to learn to express yourself with me better. I don’t want to fight with you, because baby, I’m always on your side anyway.”
Sometimes fights with Leo can last pretty long, at least in comparison to Mikey and Don - but only because he backs off and gives you space.
When the arguments finally subside, Leo continues his princess treatment for you.
He just becomes even more affectionate than he usually is.
Missed you guys, hope you are all good!
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Pretty // J.Todd x f!reader
Requested? Yes!
Warnings: SMUT 18+ CHILDREN BE GONE. If I see any ageless or under 18 blogs sniffing around here, I will block you faster than you’ve ever seen. I’ve got the fastest draw in the fucking WEST fucko. Also, insecurity and dom/sub practices.
Summary: You’re having a bad brain day. Jason makes sure you know you’re loved.
“What do you need?”
His breath brushed against your ear and bathed your cheek with warmth. You met his eyes in the bathroom mirror and took in the way his masterfully built form towered over you. Jason wasn’t just tall. He was solid muscle, firm and unyielding, and every part of him should be rough edges.
Should.
“I don’t know,” you replied. You tilted your head to the side unconsciously, as if your body knew what to tell him and Jason’s eyes softened. His hand came up to cup the underside of your jaw, applying the barest hint of pressure onto your throat.
“Do you need me to take control?”
Your tongue darted out to dampen your dry lips and without hesitation, you nodded. “I need…I need to not be right now. I’m all up in my head and telling myself things and-”
He shushed you. Jason didn’t need to hear anymore. He understood. His grip tightened minutely and you shuddered at the weight added to your lungs when you exhaled.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, sweetheart?”
You blinked up at him in the mirror, your head going a little dumb at the sight of his big hand wrapped around your neck. The prettiest collar for the prettiest girl, he’d always tease.
“Why me, Jason?” you finally whispered. “Out of all the women and men of Gotham, why me?”
The heat in his gaze dimmed for just a moment and then he was back in your space, nose pressed against your temple and chest pressed flush against your back. You could feel the thickening length of him pressing against the cleft of your ass and you shivered at the touch.
“Where is this coming from, sweets?” he growled. He was bordering the line between him and the Hood and you hated the way your cunt throbbed at the raspy grate of his voice.
“It’s nothing,” you brushed off. He spun you around so you were chest to chest and his teal eyes bored into your own.
“Did someone say something?” The line of his jaw ticked and the vein in his neck pulsed with barely restrained anger. Jason dropped his head to rest against the crook of your neck, his lips pressing a line of kisses against your delicate skin before he gently bit down on the lobe of your ear.
“Tell me, kitten, because you know I’ll find out either way. I’ll find them and I’ll cut their tongue out. I’ve killed people for less.”
You shuddered at the venom in his voice and he caged you in the safe hold of his arms. This man. This man. You knew he was serious. Jason had thrown grown men through walls when they hinted at getting close to the Hood’s precious jewel. No one knew your identity, but the mere suggestion of someone finding you made him downright feral.
“No, Jase. Sometimes my mind just has bad days.” You cradled his face between your hands and sighed. “Today is one of those days.”
You couldn’t turn off the string of constant thoughts. Normally you were great at reframing them but today you just didn’t have the mental energy to fight the negativity. It would pass. It always did. But today you were in that limbo of struggling to reconcile the rationality of your thoughts with the impulsive emotions that were at war in your mind.
Jason’s entire body relaxed and then one of his arms was sliding under your ass and he was carrying you into the bedroom. He turned so that he took a seat on the bed and carefully placed you down on his lap, your legs straddling his waist.
“Baby,” he murmured. You blinked up at him behind heavy-lidded lashes and he leaned in to pepper soft kisses on your forehead, the tip of your nose, each cheek, and then your lips. You inhaled the heady scent of his musky cologne and the lotion he applied after every shower.
“Oh, baby,” he said again. You pressed your forehead against his shoulder as he cradled the back of your head with one hand and the other slid under the hem of your shirt. Jason’s cool hands brushed against your sternum and you sucked in a shuddering breath when the calloused edges of his fingers caressed your breast.
“Turn off that pretty little mind of yours, hmm? Let me take care of you, sweets.”
“Please.” Your plea disappeared into a whimper as he pinched your nipple between his fingers and rolled. Arching your back, you pressed closer to him in a silent beg for more. He cursed under his breath and yanked your shirt over your head so he could press a kiss to the top of your breast before taking your other nipple into his mouth.
Your hips canted against the bulge in his pants and the pressure was good but it wasn’t enough. A heady sigh escaped you as you dragged your fabric covered cunt against the friction of his jeans. You wanted more.
“I love these tits,” Jason groaned once he finally unlatched himself from the swollen bud. “And this ass.” He snaked his hands down to grab the fleshy fat of your butt and yank you impossibly closer. You threw your head back and his breath trailed against your neck before he bit your chin.
“God, I love seeing your face first thing in the morning and right before I sleep. I miss you so much when you’re gone,” he said. One of his hands dipped into the front of your sweatpants and he pressed his fingers against the soaked fabric of your underwear.
“So wet for me. Such a good girl, aren’t you? Always so good for me. And you’re so smart too. Tell me, baby. Tell me that you’re a smart girl.”
He applied the barest hint of pressure to your clit and it had you whining around the words that tried to form in your mouth. “I’m smart. I’m a smart girl.”
“Yeah, you are, aren’t you? Such a smart girl and pretty too. Tell me you’re pretty.” His fingers pushed the drenched seam of your panties out of the way and his knuckles teased at your entrance. He sucked a hickey into the skin of your breast as he waited for you to speak.
“I’m pretty.”
“And you’re kind.”
“I’m, ah, I’m kind.” You yelped as he slid a finger into your weeping cunt and Jason grinned at the way your face relaxed as he filled you.
“You’re brave.”
“I’m brave.” He added a second finger and pumped them inside of you, twisting and scissoring his fingers until you were practically thrashing against his lap. His other hand held you steady by grasping your waist. His very presence seemed to sear your soul into fusing with his and you wanted to let him hold you down and press his entire weight on you as he fucked you senseless. You wanted to scream his name until your voice gave out.
“You are loved.”
The tenderness of his voice coupled with the absolutely filthy way he was finger fucking you, two fingers caressing the spongy flesh of your cunt while his thumb drew circles around your clit, had you nearly sobbing in frustration and relief.
“I am loved.”
“That’s my girl,” he cooed as he stroked you to that point of release. Pleasure shot up your spine and your thighs quaked on either side of his hips as desperate, panting gasps escaped you. Jason held you close as you clenched around his fingers and when you opened your eyes again once the aftershocks subsided, you had never seen him so pleased and at peace.
“Thank you,” you murmured as you leaned up to kiss him.
He accepted the kiss without complaint and then he raised the hand that had just been buried between your legs and slid his fingers into his mouth to suck the taste of you onto his tongue.
“Oh, we’re not done just yet,” he answered.
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Low Budget Spider-Man
Summary: R gets dragged unwillingly into a friendship with Vada, and then the crush begins
Word Count: 3.2K
Warnings: Language, smut, masterbation, fingering
A/N: For the anon ask, and for my Froggy Boi @mindingmybidness12
Moving schools during your Senior year was far from ideal. You had a well-established routine at your old school and a group of friends you loved. But a new job for your mom meant a move three hours south and a new school. You resolved to be the new kid that’s not to be fucked with. Your proclivity toward more alternative fashion and a very strong RBF made it surprisingly easy.
When you moved through the halls, people jumped out of your way, hardly anyone tried to talk to you. You overheard a rumor in the first week about you killing a kid at your last school that really tickled you. The truth was, you missed your friends. You didn’t have the energy to fight through the social norms in a new school to make new ones. So solitude suited you fine.
You ruined that for yourself about a month in.
You’re on your way to the bathroom during your History period, taking your time and enjoying the empty halls. A crash of something being thrown into the row of lockers catches your attention. Against your better judgment, you allow your curiosity to pull you around the corner, looking for the source of the noise.
A group of kids are in a circle, clearly egging on a fight. You approach the scene, something driving you to find out what’s going on. Call it curiosity, dumb luck, or sheer stupidity. When the group sees you, their eyes widen in fear, and they scatter. The only ones that don’t see you are the two pinning a girl to the lockers.
She’s fighting hard, a slew of words pouring from her bleeding lip, making the situation worse.
“Your sister is a fucking liar, and she’s mad because your mom wants me as bad as she does!” She shouts in their faces, her eyes wild.
One of the boys winds up to hit her, and you finally step in. You shove him hard, enough for his grip on her to fall as he stumbles to the side.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You ask him, your voice dangerously low.
He wants to be angry, but he’s unsure. Apparently, he’s heard the rumors about you and is hesitant to try his luck. His friend lets the girl go and retreats to his side.
“Vada’s a friend of yours?” He asks, his voice cracking slightly.
You glance over at her, and she stares up at you. Her expression is hopeful, and she’s clearly afraid of what happens if you say no.
You step toward the boys, and they inch backward.
“Leave her alone.”
Their eyes flit between you and Vada, not done with their fight. You step forward again, and it breaks their resolve. They shrug and turn away, sneering over their shoulders.
You turn to face Vada, who is wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Spit and blood smear across her chin and her wrist, making her wince. You raise an eyebrow at her, curious about how she got herself into the situation. You decide not to ask, not wanting to break your ‘no new friends’ rule, no matter how cute she is. Without a word, you brush past her and make your way toward the bathroom.
“Hey! Hey, wait up!” She calls out, her footsteps echoing through the empty hall as she runs after you.
She skids to a stop at your side, thinking you’ll stop walking, but you keep moving. She stumbles forward, trying to keep pace with you.
“Thanks for saving my ass back there,” she says, looking up at you from your side.
You glance down at her and nod wordlessly, pushing the bathroom door open and leaving her outside. The door opens and closes behind you, telling you she’s followed you inside.
“Don’t you wanna know why I was getting my ass kicked?” She asks as you close the stall door and lock it.
“No,” you say behind the door.
She enters the stall next to you and scoffs.
“I slept with their sister. But then I decided I didn’t want to do it again, so she told them I cheated on her or something, but we’re not even in a relationship.”
She keeps talking over the sound of you both using the toilet and raises her voice when you flush.
“So, for some reason, they got it in their dumb fucking heads that they should kick my ass. And it’s so hypocritical, you know,” she flushes her toilet.
You’re washing your hands, hating yourself for starting this interaction. This girl is relentless. She comes out of the stall and turns on the sink next to you, her face animated as she continues talking.
“Why is hypocritical? So glad you asked. Tommy, the big one you scared first, he does WAY worse. I think he had like four girlfriends last week. Maybe we should kick his ass for being such a womanizer.”
You sigh, turn off the sink, and dry your hands hoping the air dryer will shut her up. It doesn’t.
She follows you and dries her hands next to you, still going on about Tommy and his escapades. You can’t hear half of what she’s saying over the dryer, but that doesn’t stop her.
On your way out of the bathroom, she’s on your heels and sticks to your side in the hall. She has to practically run to keep up with you and grabs your arm to stop you outside of your classroom.
“So what do you say? Should we kick his ass?” She says, smiling up at you, slightly out of breath, her lip bleeding again.
A very small, very quiet part of you thinks she’s charming. Almost endearing. But the part of you that’s just trying to get through the year silences that quickly.
“There is no ‘we.’ I’m not kicking anyone’s ass,” you try to get around her, but she steps in your way.
“Okay, well, what if there was? A we?”
Again, you raise an eyebrow at her. She either could not take a hint or chose to actively ignore it. You grab her shoulders and move her aside, letting her go with your back to the door. You give her your best impression of a look that screams, ‘please fuck off’ and lean back to open the door.
“Okay, you think on it! I’ll see you at lunch!”
She grins and tears off down the hall, moving too fast to hear you grumble back at her.
“Please, no.”
Vada finds you at lunch that day and in the halls the next morning and follows you to your car the next afternoon. You can’t for the life of you figure out why she’s decided to stick to you like glue, but she has. Maybe she enjoys the fact that you don’t talk much, giving her room to fill any empty space with her voice.
Every day she’s with you breaks down your walls just a little further. You find yourself smiling when you spot her shoving her way through the cafeteria toward you and chuckling at her weird jokes. Even her offbeat sense of style begins to grow on you.
Before you know it, she’s showing up at your house a few days a week, charming your mother, and snooping through your belongings. Movie nights at her house become routine, and her family welcomes you like you’re one of their own. What began as an entirely one-sided friendship slowly grows into a real one.
And then the crush begins.
It grinds on you that you like her as much as you do. You haven’t been in a relationship since your last girlfriend broke your heart, and your feelings toward Vada come as an unwelcome surprise. You fight it as hard as you can, but it’s a losing battle. Especially when she rests her head on your shoulder during a movie or never lets you have the last piece of popcorn. It’s nearly impossible to keep the feelings at bay when you catch her glancing over at you in the classes you have together and when she blushes at being caught.
It all comes to a head just before the winter formal. You’ve decided to buck up and ask her to the dance. School events aren’t really your thing, but she wants to go, and you can’t stand the thought of another girl on her arm.
On a whim, you decide to drive to her house early for movie night. You want to surprise her with the giant bag of sour patch kids and popcorn you got her. You tucked a note into the bag that asks her to be your date.
Your hands sweat on the drive over, the possibility of her rejecting you making you so nervous you grind your teeth. It’s a slim chance she’ll say no, but there’s still a chance.
Her parent's car is absent from the driveway when you get there, telling you they must be out for Amelia’s soccer game. You almost roll your eyes at yourself for being so close to Vada now that you know her family’s schedule. You also know that the side door will be unlocked, so you grab your things and leave your car, letting yourself into the house.
It’s quiet in the living room and kitchen. The sun has almost finished setting, darkening the house in a warm orange.
“Vada?” You call out, leaving the bags on the coffee table in front of the couch.
You get no response and wonder if she’s gone to the game with her family. She knew you were coming, but you weren’t supposed to be there for another hour.
You kick your shoes off near the front door and pad down the hall toward Vada’s room. A soft buzzing tickles your ear, coming from down the hall. You frown, trying to place the noise. You’re reaching for the doorknob when you hear her voice say your name. It isn’t until you open the door that everything clicks.
You can hear her sigh when the door cracks, her breath catching in her throat. The room is dark when it opens all the way, your eyes adjusting and traveling over to her bed. The buzzing sound is louder, and when she moans, you know you’ve fucked up.
“Oh shit,” you yelp, trying to back out of the room but bumping into the open door.
“Holy shit!” Vada cries, throwing the blankets from over her head and sitting up.
The buzzing on the blankets keeps going, and she frantically dives under them to stop it. You want to disappear, dissolve into thin air, but your feet are glued to the spot. You watch the ball under the comforter that is Vada scramble around, and the buzzing stops.
She stays under the blankets and groans, “Sooo, how long have you been standing there?”
You consider lying, saving her the embarrassment. But this is Vada, and you can’t lie to her. Plus, your feelings on walking into this aren’t entirely negative.
“Uhm…long enough?”
Her voice takes on the high pitch it always does when she’s freaking out, and it makes you like her even more.
“Oh my god, I’m never leaving this room again,” she whines, still under the blanket.
You can’t help but laugh. The whole scenario is so bizarrely on theme with your relationship it’s comical.
Vada pokes her head out from under the blankets, and even in the dim light, you can see her frowning.
“Are you laughing right now?”
You chuckle, “Yes, I’m laughing right now.”
“Well, the least you could do is leave me to finish the job,” she mumbles, throwing her hands up.
A terrible idea worms its way into your head. A terrible, wonderful idea.
“Or,” you say, stepping toward the bed, “or I could help you. You know. Finish the job.”
Vada’s eyebrows fly up her face, and you second-guess the terrible idea. Her mouth drops open as she stares at you.
You step back, “Or I can leave. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry.”
“No!” Vada says, her voice high, “Don’t leave.”
Your stomach flips at her words. You step forward again. She slides out of her bed, her legs bare and her oversized shirt dropping around her waist. You’ve thought about this before, dreamed about it on occasion. But you never thought you’d actually be here.
You lick your lips, and her eyes flick down to them, widening as they follow your tongue and then back to your eyes. She lingers near the edge of her bed, her hand toying with the hem of her shirt. You both stand there, unsure of the next move.
You make the final decision, crossing her room in three long strides and pulling her into a bruising kiss. She reciprocates immediately, her hands wrapping around your waist. Her tongue is in your mouth, and your hands are sliding from her face to the hair at the nape of her neck, the kiss growing in intensity faster than you imagined.
She pulls you back onto the bed, crawling backward to give you room to settle yourself over her. Even with your tongue in her mouth, she finds a way to make noise, whimpering and sighing, her hands all over you. She grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up, breaking your lips apart to take it over your head and throw it aside.
“You’re in so much more clothes than me,” she says, pushing you back to sit up and reaching for the button of your pants, “take these off.”
You scramble backward, kicking off the offending garment and crawling back over her. Her hands are around your face, and pulling you down to kiss her again, one of your thighs pressing between her legs, making her groan into your mouth.
“Are we-“ she kisses you again, breaks it off, “are we really doing this?” She kisses you once more and pulls back, “Like for real it’s happening finally?”
You laugh, the vibration rumbling into her lips, and pull back, “Finally?”
“Yes finally, I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for forever.”
“Consider my move made then,” you grin down at her, and she returns it with a giddy laugh.
She pushes at your shoulders, turning you over on your back so she can sit on your hips. Her lips are on your neck, her tongue running across your skin, making your whole body light up. She kisses down to your chest, slips her fingers under your bra, and pulls it up your chest. You take it from her and pull it over your head, giving her full permission to do her worst.
She moves herself down your body, her knees between your legs, and runs her tongue over your breast, the other in her hand. Your hips rut up when she wraps her lips around your nipple, dragging a moan from your lips. She switches sides, and her shirt falls over your legs, tickling your skin. You grab it from the back of the collar and pull it over her head. It turns inside out and hangs up on one of her earrings, making her jump.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry are you okay?” You sit up, trying to untangle her hair and the shirt from the jewelry, the fabric still covering her eyes.
She giggles, sitting up on her knees, and blindly finds her ear, helping you untangle her, “Do I look like Spider-Man right now?”
You can’t help but laugh, Vada’s just so…Vada.
“If Spider-Man had boobs, I guess you would look like him, sure.”
Her hands go to her chest, “Of course, the first time you see my boobs, I’d be accidentally cosplaying as the world's worst Spider-Man.”
You give up the untangling and laugh, grabbing her by the ribs. She stops hiding herself and continues to try to untangle herself from the shirt but is quickly distracted when you kiss her, still laughing softly.
“It’s a low-budget Spider-Man, but probably the cutest one I’ve ever seen,” you tell her, your lips brushing across hers.
She sighs and finally manages to pull the shirt over her head, leaving her naked between your legs. She smirks at you and pushes you onto your back before kissing down to your stomach.
“Now, where were we?” She whispers, almost to herself.
Somehow, the t-shirt incident has not made you feel any less attracted to her. If anything, it’s made her even more lovable. Your smile is wiped clean from your face when she runs her tongue through your center, her expression all business. For all the work her mouth does talking, it does wonders on your body. At least now you know how to shut her up if you ever need to or even want to.
She sucks and licks your clit like it’s her job, making you cum in record time. Maybe because you’d wanted this for longer than you cared to admit, or maybe because she was genuinely that good. You lean up, pulling her back over you, and she swings a leg over your thigh, grinding onto it. She’s wet against your bare skin, distracting you as she tries to kiss you again. Your hands slide down her back, pushing her hips into grinding faster on your leg.
She moans into your mouth, and you drop your leg, your hand moving down her body to replace it. Your fingers circle her clit, gathering the wetness between her legs and building her up. You can’t quite find the rhythm you’re looking for on your back, so you roll her over, retaking your place on top of her.
She bites her lip, watching you through dark, hooded eyes. You kiss her neck and push a finger inside of her, adding another after a few strokes. She whines, her nails lightly scratching at your shoulders when you curl your fingers.
“Fuck, y/n, that feels so good.” She sighs into your ear.
You leave her neck and return to her lips, gently taking the bottom one between your teeth before kissing her again. Her hips rock into you, and you pick up your speed, pushing her to the peak. She wraps her arms around your body, buries her face in your neck, and moans through her orgasm, gasping.
She slumps back on the bed, her hair sticking to her forehead and her breath heavy. You drop to her side, resting your hand over her belly button.
“Wow,” she says, her voice hoarse.
“Wow,” you sigh.
“We should have been doing this the whole time.”
“Yeah.”
“If only it hadn’t taken you so long.”
You sit up on your elbow, a playful scowl on your face, “Excuse me, you could have done something about it yourself.”
“Uh, I don’t know if you missed the first part of tonight, but I was actively doing something about it before you interrupted.”
You lightly slap her stomach, “Vada!”
She smirks at you, “So you wanna go to winter formal with me?”
Your jaw drops, “I came here to ask you that.”
Her eyebrows lift, “Guess we should go dress shopping then. Or suits? Do you want to both wear a suit or a dress? Should we color coordinate-“
You cut her off with a kiss, trying not to laugh into her mouth again.
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A Flicker in a Distant Timeline
CW: references to violence, loss of a limb, blood.
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Like this, the King of Evil didn’t look like much—sweating through his robes, hair in disarray, panting through pain and exhaustion alike. He was too weakened to transform, and his baser form—his simple Gerudo body, absent of Demise’s visibly corroding influence—lacked the same petrifying, untouchable presence. Link figured he should tell him so.
“You reek.”
Ganondorf’s glare was half-ruined by the tears rolling down his face; courtesy of some well-aimed dirt, Link thought smugly. “And you,” Ganondorf managed between breaths, “sound like a dying frog.”
Link barely had enough energy to muster up the indignation that deserved, but he managed. “A frog? That’s the worst you could come up with?” He scoffed, ignoring how much it stung to do so. “Were you even trying?”
“Croak, croak, croak,” Ganondorf griped, waving a hand back and forth. The Triforce of Power shimmered like a kaleidoscope against the back of his hand. “Annoying little wheezes.”
“Oh, forgive me. Some asshole punched me in the throat.”
“Only after another asshole pulled my hair!”
“So what?” Link croaked—ah, dammit, Ganondorf was right. What a miserable day.
“So, hair’s off-limits.”
“Off…” Link paused to stare. He blinked several times for good measure. Only a little blood managed to dribble into his eyes. “It was a fight! To the death!”
“Fated by the deities themselves,” Ganondorf agreed darkly.
“And you think hair is off-limits?”
“Well, yes.” Ganondorf sneered at Link as if the hero was particularly dense. “We’re not animals.”
“You literally are, you dumb pig,” Link groaned.
Ganondorf made some weird growling sound, then coughed. “Just you wait,” he grumbled. “As soon as I catch my breath, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Link mocked. “You’ll kill me? With what weapon? You couldn’t summon a speck of dust right now.”
Ganondorf curled his lip disdainfully. “As if you’re one to talk. You can’t even get up, can you?”
Link chose that moment to finally admit to himself that he’d been managing his half of the conversation while lying prone on the ground. He was sure the Master Sword was within grasp if he needed it. Probably. “I can move,” he answered loftily, only croaking a little, “whenever I want to.”
“Sure,” Ganondorf agreed.
“I can.”
“Like I said, sure.”
Link groaned again. Dirt stuck to his lips in a very unheroic way.
Seconds passed, then Ganondorf heaved another breath. It sounded more significant than the previous ones in some strange and foreboding way. He pushed off his knees with both hands and stood up straight. His spine popped immediately. “Damn the goddesses,” Ganondorf spat, bracing a clawed hand against the small of his back as he resumed his slouch. Link couldn’t help but nod in tired agreement. “And damn Demise!”
That sounded particularly vicious. Link nodded again for solidarity. “Is Demise the reason you’re so fucked up?”
“Yes,” Ganondorf hissed.
“Ah.” What was he supposed to say to that? Something meaningful, probably. “Sucks.”
“Indeed.”
Something wet fell on Link’s face. Then it happened again. Rain, he thought bitterly. Maybe he’d be lucky enough to drown. “I don’t suppose you’re dying? Spare me the trouble of having to finish this?”
“Unfortunately, no,” Ganondorf grumbled. “You?”
“Also unfortunately no.”
Ganondorf eyed him skeptically. “I thought you’d bleed more when I cut off your hand.”
Ah yeah, that. His right wrist really hurt. “To be honest, me too.” A wave of dizziness washed over Link, which he promptly ignored like he had the last four times. “How did you survive that light magic bomb?”
Ganondorf shook his head. “No fucking idea. Luck, perhaps. I felt my heart stop for a moment.”
“Really? Cool.”
Ganondorf shrugged.
“So… now what?” Link asked quietly, licking at the raindrops gathering on his upper lip. They tasted like dirt. “You gonna kill me?” Because in all honesty, he couldn’t get up. Trying left his pulse racing and his limbs trembling. He was pretty much useless.
“I should,” Ganondorf answered just as quietly.
When nothing else was said, Link grunted. “But…?”
“I’m tired.” Simple, honest, absolute.
“Yeah,” Link muttered. “Me too.”
With a pained little oof, Ganondorf sat down beside Link, crossing his legs at the ankles and keeping his weight off of his left hip. He fiddled with his many bracelets. Link struggled to read his expression. “Perhaps I’ll feel up to it in a minute,” the King of Evil finally said.
There was something awkward about that. Something sad. Link decided to do what he did best and make a nuisance of himself. “Did you have to sit so close? I wasn’t lying earlier. You stink. Does deodorant not apply to demon kings?”
“Shut up, worm.” Ganondorf flicked a pebble at him. Somehow, it landed right between Link’s eyes.
“Ow! Fuck you.”
“In your dreams.”
Link gagged, loudly. The effect was ruined when it started to rain in earnest. Before he could think of the best way to complain, Ganondorf threw out a hand, and tendrils of dark magic formed a barrier above them.
“Oh,” Link said lamely. “Guess you’re not out of juice after all.”
Ganondorf frowned up at the barrier. “It’ll last a minute if we’re lucky.”
“Then what?”
“Then we’ll get wet. Maybe you’ll be able to walk by then, assuming you don’t bleed out in the meantime.”
A pretty bold assumption, all things considered, but Link wasn’t going to say so. He’d take what he could get. “And then?” he pressed.
Ganondorf clearly held back the first answer that came to mind. He pursed his lips before saying, “Your choice. I got us this far.”
Link couldn’t help it—he laughed. It sounded pretty terrible. “Yeah,” he wheezed after several seconds. “Yeah, I guess so. Okay.”
Ganondorf shook his head in apparent resignation. The barrier began to flicker.
#this idea hit me over the head and i had to sit down and write it immediately#but now i'm about to start ffvii rebirth so So Long Farewell it's been nice knowing you guys#honestly it'd be fun to write more for this idea#ganondorf#link#legend of zelda#loz fic#loz#gintrinsic writing
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Decided to redraw my first oc (ON AGGIE BECAUSE ALL I FUCKING DO IS DRAW ONAGGIE APPARENTLY)
It’s name is Suit-009 😁🥳
If you are curious I will quickly explain its lore and uh that’s it yah. (I don’t rlly post my ocs like ever but I dunno hour long drive got me being thoughtful as usual)
Before everything I MADE THIS WHEN I WAS 14 THIS PREDATES AMONG US AND LETHAL COMPANY DO NOT SAY THAT IM RIPPING IT FROM THOSE I DID IT FIRSSTTT
Humanity is on its last limb, the earth is practically an unlivable husk especially due to immense overpopulation
So basically, there is a group of 9 scientists tasked with finding a habitable place that human can colonize or a place that can be harvested for resources
The team lands on an alien planet and begin research. They are all scientists and all are capable of running and surviving on a spacecraft or in a hostile environment, so that’s not particularly a worry.
The ninth crew member, suit numbered 009, was recruited specifically for his scientific studies, yea they are all scientists but he’s like THE scientist. The guy that’s goes hmm yes nod nod URETHRA! All that.
Anyway they find some crystal fragments and decide to do some extensive research on it due to energy signals coming from it. Having something that creates energy like said crystals would be extremely useful if they could replicate it in some form
009 goes and studies it yea yea whatever. Idc. But like it starts taking awhile and the crew leader 001 (she does have a name it’s Hailey but I dunno abt anyone else I WAS 14.) anyway she goes and is like hey buddy how pal pick up the pace you’re taking long as hell
And he’s like SIR YES SIR, but it’s been a while now and he’s kinda being freaky deaky. None of the other crew realy took notice of him kinda acting tweaked out since they were never really close beyond coworkers unfortunately
But UH OH! The crystals actually have some dumb shit that like attracts things/people to like investigate it (the energy thing) but what it actually does is kinda cause people constantly around it to be like overly obsessed with it and also kinda become stupid
So the thing with the crystals is that if it somehow gets into your blood stream it starts forming more crystals as like a way to grow. They aren’t particular just an inanimate object, it has a goal to grow and it can’t just grow from nothing sooo
Anyway 009 is like tweaked out because it’s actually just a suit with a corpse and crystals piloting it
Eventually Hailey realizes this but I mean it’s not gonna go out without a fight
So suit-009 grabs a fire axe and axes down the entire crew, once it’s finished it just folds over, using the surrounding and remaining biomass to consume and grow yaaaay
Oh just some thing I thought was neat, if you were to pop off the hazmat mask the head would be absent and replaced with a horrible mass of bloody crystals isn’t that exciting
That’s pretty much it yea. Hey by the way did you know I love Dead Space 2, Don’t Escape 3, The Thing, and Alien? Haha yea anyway I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE THE HORRORS OF SPACE I LOVE SPACE I LOVE SPACE SO MUCH SPAAAAAAAACEEEEEEE WOOOOO YEA SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!)!)
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Sugar is definitely the daughter of a very respectable man. She's definition of perfect and pure. Helps the local community, does volunteer work, excels academically, she has perfect hair, nails, teeth...etc. on the flip side bradley is this older guy, who dropped out of school to support his family, took over gooses shop when he was old enough, doesn't really care what people think of him, gets into fights and is known for some kind of shady buisness. 100% the type of guy sugars dad would want far away from his daughter.
Sugar is obviously not as innocent and pure as she seems when she gets involved with him. Maybe she met bradley as she was driving on the "wrong side of town" obviously her car had some troubles which resultet in them meeting.
omg we are so fucking on the same page about this!! Mechanic bradley giving off line cook energy where he’s this older guy that really should be a loser on paper, but he’s so fucking charming and witty and good looking that he gets away with it. And he’s not a loser, he’s exactly where he wants to be.
He inherited the shop and lives in the apartment above, he’s got plenty of time to hang out with his buddies — usually at the sports bar down the street. He’s been kicked out of that place more times than he can count, for passing out or fighting, or pissing on the wall outside, but they’re too fond of him to ban him.
He’s walking himself back from a shitty date downtown because he wholeheartedly believes that Uber is a scam and will explain this to anyone who will listen, when he comes across Sugar sitting on the side of the road with her head in her hands and smoke pouring out from under the hood. And you’re right, she is just about pristine. Too pristine to be on this side of town, sitting on the floor.
“Can’t park there.” Bradley’s half-drunk, on the good side of tipsy where he thinks he’s funny but probably isn’t to most people. She looks up at him from her spot on the floor and scowls.
“Funny.”
“Mind if I take a look?” He shrugs, gesturing towards the smoking car.
“Knock yourself out.” She mutters, tired and hoping that he’ll embarrass himself with his lack of knowledge and leave her alone. He walks over, leans through the driver’s side window and pops the hood, then leans over it.
It doesn’t take him long, either, a couple of seconds of looking around and he’s pointing out the issue.
“It’s your coolant pipe. It’s cracked. Made the engine overheat. You just gotta replace it, it’ll be good as new.” He explains coolly, shutting the hood and turning back to look her over again.
“What, you’re an expert or something?”
“Kinda.” He smiles and her mouth practically falls slack as she notices how handsome he is, now that she’s less angry. “Tow guy already on the way?” She nods dumbly at him, though she is far from dumb. “Have him drop it by my shop. I’ll take care of it for ya.”
And well, when she comes to collect it Bradley is sober and has inspected the vehicle thoroughly and is of the opinion that she needs a serious lesson in taking care of her vehicle, which she is a little offended at. He’s brash about it, and maybe seems a little rude at first, but then he takes her out for a beer and she is so out of place in that seedy little sports bar.
They don’t look like they would have much in common, and on the surface, they don’t. But from the second he kisses her against the wall of that sports bar, she’s hooked.
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141 dealing with a rookie who ‘accidentally’ committed insubordination against their Sergeant [Headcannon]
Price
Just run for you life, leave the military, change your name and live in Antarctica.
This man has zero tolerance when it comes to insubordination. Will knock on your door softly and ask you to meet him in his office.
“I’d like to ask about today’s field mission. The one your Sergeant was in charge of.”
Starts off calm, too calm, creepily calm. All the while he has this smile on his face. This calm smile.
Asks you for a very detailed explanation and can stop you at any time to ask, “So what did you do?”
He’ll take a breather, inhaling sharply. Maybe lighting a cigar to calm down before he slams his hand on his desk.
The yelling will begin while Price fights the urge to smack the shit out of you.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Private. Did you or did you not go against direct orders?” “Sir, please-“ “I ASKED A QUESTION. I EXPECT AN ANSWER.”
Might have to fight back tears and an trembling lip if you’re a crier. You better not cry.
He’ll do that parent thing. “Can you tell what the orders were? Okay….So why did you go against them? … Well, what have we learnt today, Private? …Yes that’s very good and what will you do next time this happens?….Excellent.”
Might come off as condescending if he’s really pissed.
If it’s your first offence he’ll let you off with a light slap on the wrist by making you write lines ‘I will never disobey my superiors again’ type of energy and expect to write a 1000 worded apology note to your Sergeant.
If it’s your second offence, be prepared for physical labour. You’re on clean up duty for 5 months.
There is no third offence. Never.
Price’s anger only lasts 2 weeks, he forgives and forgets. Will treat you normally how he would any other day. Just never let it happen again.
“If this occurs once more then I will break your goddamn teeth so you won’t have a fucking cheek with your superiors anymore. Do I make myself clear, Muppet?” “Crystal clear, Sir.”
Ghost
*Stare intensifies*
Will lean on the wall during practice, watch you until you notice him, points to you and then uses his thumb to point at the door, “Outside. Now.”
You probably got snitched on by your superior, they could’ve snitched to anyone but thanks to your dumb luck they snitched on you to Ghost. Fucking tattletale.
Asked for your explanation first, he usually takes the sides of the rookies first. He knows that higher ups can take advantage of the newbies and lower rankings.
You really try to leave out details, “And then the car exploded.” “How did it explode?” “I’m not sure, Sir, but it exploded somehow. It could’ve been the Russians…?” “Private, your mission was in Japan. There were no Russians.”
You may or may not have said a couple of other things to your Sergeant before and after the mission…and yesterday…and a second ago before you were training.
You try to play innocent and pretend this is your first offence because truth be told you where petrified of Ghost and the skull mask didn’t make things better for you.
Depending on Ghost’s mood he might just be understanding and say he use to behave the same when he was a rookie, “Wait, you also punched your Sergeant in the face?” “You punched your Sergeant in the face?”
Will reprimand you, not as bad as Price will but enough to make sure this never happens again.
If he yelled at you, you may or may not cry. Don’t cry in front of Ghost either. He doesn’t like crying children, especially crying rookies. Might actually give you something to cry about.
He’ll make sure your Sergeant keeps tabs on your behaviour and if you so much as act up in the slightest, you’re getting snitched on again.
Ghost puts you in your place by doing that parent finger pointing thing every time he catches you lacking.
“You’re on thin ice with me.”
Soap
“Did you really say that to him?“ “Yes, Sir.” “It’s okay I would’ve done it too.”
100% supportive, he’s number 1 when it comes to insubordination.
Is playful with his scolding, practically puts on a show to make whoever you insulted feel better, “I’ll make you wash the windows of the jet with a spatula. Now behave, okay? Go touch some grass.”
Like Ghost, he takes the sides of the rookies and lower ranks first. He’s had his fair share of abuse of power when he was young.
Commits insubordination against Ghost religiously.
If your insubordination got others hurt he’ll be tough on you. But other than that he honestly doesn’t care.
He sees a lot of himself in you.
If he does yell at you you’d stare at him blankly, “Speak English, Soap.”
If it’s insubordination to him he’ll be salty about it. Asks Ghost to deal with you.
Soap wouldn’t mind getting back at your Sergeant if the offence was justified, both of you would scheme about it. In the end you both simply douse the Sergeant in syrup and leaves.
“We make a pretty good team. Let’s do this more often.”
Gaz
Let’s it slide. He’s committed a shit load of insubordination offences against Price and somehow gets away with it.
Probably gets into trouble because he didn’t correct your behaviour.
“Alright, Solider. There’s a time and place for everything…now is not the time nor place.” He speaks to you like an older brother would.
Is actually calm when he speaks and remains calm until the very end unlike Price. Very good at deescalating situations and talking people down.
Has to now convince your Sergeant not to murder you in cold blood.
“I’m going to need you to explain what happened with you and your Sergeant last week.” “Wouldn’t you like to know, Weather boy.”
You might just make him throw hands.
Don’t worry though, he’ll make the next two weeks hell for you and if that doesn’t solve your attitude problem then expect to repeat the entire training process to become an SAS solider again.
Gaz will respectfully put you back into place.
“You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. I hope this will be a lesson to you, Rook.”
#cod mw22#cod x reader#cod headcanons#kyle gaz garrick#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare 2#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#captain john price#ghost headcanons#soap headcanons#gaz headcanons#captain price headcanons#141 headcanons#cod x gn reader
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One Piece - Relationship HC’s (ft. Zoro & Ace)
warnings: small NSFW sections/18+ under the cut. oops 😏
Zoro:
1000% loyal as fuck. Zoro’s ability to be unbothered by practically everything comes into play here as he’d find one girl he actually gives a shit about and decides he can't be bothered with the rest. After all, his primary focus is training to get stronger and becoming the World’s Greatest Swordsman, not getting distracted and thrown into a frenzy by every woman he see’s like that dumb cook, Sanji.
He isn't the grand gesture type of man and not exactly a romance expert but he’d hone in on the little things that make you smile as his way to reassure you and make you feel loved.
Speaking of reassurance, the man is terrible at vocalizing how he feels about you so it's safe to say he’s a “I can show you better than I can tell you” type of boyfriend - making his love language Acts of service and Quality time. He will fight till the death for you, sail across harsh seas for you but ask him to spill his guts and he’ll freeze, becoming a grumpy, flustered mess.
He loves to simply exist in your presence. You don’t have to be doing much of anything and the swordsman is just… at peace. Whether you’re napping together, tucked into his big muscular arm or if you’re caressing his minty hair while he’s passed out in between your legs, Zoro is one happy man.
(NSFW)
Sex with the swordsman is usually intense, sweaty and filthy. Zoro isn’t really the love making type. However, on occasions, like your anniversary or if he’s feeling particularly needy and missing you more than usual, he’ll slow it down by rewarding you with deep, slow strokes letting you savor every inch of him.
With that said, Zoro typically likes it fast and rough when milking his cock with your pussy. He loves to fuck by either holding you tightly against a wall and or free standing since his muscles are as big as your head and he thoroughly enjoys gripping the soft meat of your plushy ass while he slam you down onto his fat cock over and over, ramming it deep inside your wet hole making you drool and blabber nonsense.
Basically, he loves to fuck you dumb.
God Bless, Roronoa Zoro.
Ace:
Best boi Ace is the boyfriend you’d love to have. He’s a good balance of all the best things. He’s passionate, goofy, charming, a protector, big golden retriever energy but he knows how to be serious when necessary.
Can be hot headed but rarely ever directs his anger towards you. If he does, he’ll feel like shit afterwards. He won’t wanna go to bed still angry and while he’s quite stubborn, he’ll realize he needs to apologize when he fucks up.
Like Zoro, Ace isn’t the best verbal communicator when you both speak about your feelings but he doesn’t necessarily shy away from these conversations either, especially because Ace loves reassurance. As a man who carries many insecurities, he really appreciates when you tell him how much you love him, need him, how much he means to you and he’ll do his best to do the same.
He eats that shit up, ok? Lives for it.
Ace’s love language is definitely Words of Affirmation and Touch. Ace loves to be all over you. He can be a bit clingy and doesn’t shy away from PDA (even in public). If you were with your crew mates, he wouldn’t tongue you down in front of the group but planting a gentle kiss on your lips or even giving your ass a small, playful squeeze is not out of the question.
The boy is definitely loyal despite being a bit of a flirt before you got together. He knows how to appreciate exactly what he has because he knows how precious time spent with loved ones is.
(NSFW)
Is 100% into lovemaking. Even when Ace was single, it was rare he’d fuck randoms just simply trying to get his dick wet as he really prefers sex to be full of passion and mean something to him. Souls intertwining as your bodies do.
Ace is a wildcard though. Some nights he may want to fuck you roughly, watching you lose yourself on his massive length but most nights he likes to take it slow and steady, planting gentle kisses on your lips while his cock kisses your cervix.
Ace will whisper sweet nothings in your ear while fucking you, telling you that he didn’t know how much he needed you, that you’re his everything or just how pretty you look full of his cock.
He will definitely hold your hand while having sex (intercourse or oral) and depending on how clingy and emotional he’s feeling - may end up crying and saying how much he loves you in the afterglow of the steamy session.
Loves when you cum together. It’s like, the ultimate high for him.
Acey boy is simply a 10/10 - no questions asked.
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#one piece headcanons#zoro x you#roronoa zoro#zoro headcanons#portgas d. ace#portgas d. ace x reader#ace x you#one piece smut#zoro smut#ace smut#hc's#one piece hcs
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Not my Name. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*
*NOT MY GIF*
Summary: Based on this question I got from an anon. Eddie has been “bugging” reader all day, when he disrupts her nap, she calls him by his “government name” and he takes it to heart.
TW: Eddie being extra. Implied that Eddie wants sex.
Word Count: 869
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Eddie was in a mood.
Well 2 moods. Both of which, playful.
He had been poking fun at his girlfriend all afternoon; laying on top of her, making dumb little noises in her ear while he was on top of her, licking her neck at one point, and slapping her ass any opportunity he got.
The trailer was freezing, and when she was cold, all she wanted to do was nap.
She snuck away to Eddie’s room when he was on the phone with one of the guys from Hellfire, snuggling Eddie’s pillow while she burrowed under all the blankets and dozed off.
It felt like only a few seconds passed before she heard the door open and quiet footsteps behind her. She was still aware of her surroundings, but she was too far into sleep to wake up and investigate the sound.
“Sweetheart, you wanna go to the movies?” Eddie asks in her ear, slowly sliding into bed behind her, wrapping his arm around her while he pressed kisses to her cheek.
She could smell the fresh cigarette he had just smoked on his breath and his clothes, the smell making her snuggle against him deeper.
“Hey, wake up.” He pokes. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.”
She huffs loudly. “I’m trying to sleep.”
“I know, I want you to wake up. I wanna do something.” He whines like a child. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” He chants in her ear, pulling the blanket down from around her shoulder.
“No.” She whines, trying to take the blanket back from him. “I wanna nap! Take a nap with me. You’re doing a lot of extra shit right now, you need to relax!”
Eddie tsks. “I don’t want to nap. We can nap after we have some fun. Come on, princess.” He starts to press kisses to her exposed shoulder.
“Nooooo.” She whines, trying to keep her eyes shut in hopes she could easily fall back asleep.
A sharp sting against her shoulder blade makes her gasp loudly, her eyes flying open. “Eddie! Fucking ow!” She shouts, turning to her back to flash him a dirty look.
“Who?” He furrows his brows at her.
“What? Who what?”
“Who did you just call me?” Eddie pouts, his face reading offended.
“Your… your name.”
“What was the first rule I said when we started this relationship?”
“Not to touch the radio in the car.”
“Really?” He glares at her.
She looked over at him completely dumbfounded that he was taking this so seriously. “Eddie, you’re kidding me. All I did was call you by your name.”
“Yeah! Exactly! I am: babe, baby, handsome, peaches, daddy, sir, or dungeon master. That’s it.”
She bites her lip to stifle a laugh that would just cause another outburst. “Y-you like when I call you peaches?” She covers her mouth with her hand, smiling from ear to ear underneath.
Eddie pouts again. “No, but it’s better than you calling me Eddie.”
She can’t help but let out a full belly laugh, pulling him closer to her. “Oh my poor sensitive baby. I’m sorry I called you Eddie. I won’t call you that again.”
He rests his head just above her chest, letting her play with his hair. “Good.”
“Did you still want to have some fun, Edward?” She can’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, never having called him Edward before, mostly because he hated his “proper” name.
“Babe!” Eddie yells, wrapping both of his arms under her and attacking her with his mouth. “That’s even worse than Eddie! Stop being mean.”
She was crying tears from laughing so hard, not having enough energy to fight back with Eddie. “I-I-I can’t stop laughing!” She covers her face with her hands, having a full blown hysterical laughter fit.
“Call me babe and I’ll let you go. Call me babe!”
“Okay! Okay! Get off me, baby please! I can’t breathe anymore!” She almost shrieks.
Eddie lets her go, laughing at how worked up she was next to him. “You done?”
“My tummy hurts from laughing.” She flips over and lays on her belly, burying her face in the pillow so she can calm down and stop laughing. After a few seconds she looks up at Eddie, bursting into another fit of laughter.
“You know what, take your nap. I’m going to go hang out with Henderson.”
“No, don’t leave me. I’m done! I’m done! I’m sorry, baby. I’m all done.” She inhales deeply, a smile still plastered on her face. “Kiss so I can say sorry?”
Eddie leans over to press a sweet kiss to her lips. Resting his forehead on hers. “You’re a punk, you know that?”
She giggles and kisses his nose. “Yeah, but you love me… peaches.”
Eddie’s face grows red in embarrassment at the stupid nickname he had given himself one night when he was drunk that she threw in his face when she thought she was being funny. “Alright, I’ll remember this the next time you want me to love on you when you’re needy, punk ass.”
“Aww, pouty baby. Come here, I promise I’m all done now.” She says, kissing his cheek over and over.
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