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| Bully! Gojo Satoru x F!Reader | Part 4 |

Part: 3 / 2 / 1

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna.

Chapter Summary: After the cafeteria incident, Gojo denies to accept your money in halves, and your primal urges of snapping at him come out after suppressing them for weeks. He’s bored of being a bully because it’s not fun anymore. Why would you give him money like that? Jeez… 🙄

Warnings: Reader is mean and Satoru is mean T_T A/N: Can’t do more than 50 mentions in a post 😭 I’m sorry I will be adding the rest of yall in the comments in the next part. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. 🥰

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To be honest, your guts were excruciatingly high yesterday. You essentially ruined everything there is. All your efforts & hardwork to get rid of Gojo’s clutches in vain because you couldn’t control your mouth. After kicking the guy down in the cafeteria, you were called by Yaga and suspended. What else did you expect really? A freshmen kicking a senior? Nope. When Satoru does it you’re sure it wouldn’t have anyone bat a single eye to the ordeal. Another grumpy reminder that — you & the Honored one, are different. Satoru didn’t need to prove it himself.

Cowardice and your name are rhymes right now. All that classes for Taijutsu paid off to recover your leftover shred of dignity, however, you couldn’t fathom the expression in Gojo's face. He looked amused, impressed… weird. Satoru looks weird. He didn't respond when you told him to shove the money up his ass. Now you have to walk the talk. Staring at the wall, you try your best to think of a believable excuse to ask your mom for the sum of money. You check your savings, only 700 dollars. You should probably kill yourself. You can't really ask your mother about this… what were you thinking?

The thoughts are cut off by Satoru's blade like voice in your head. God you hate him so much. So much… if you were ever forgiven for a murder, it would be his. Your mind was tired with everything happening and you could feel the force in your heavy lids lulling you in bed. School next day…

You take your 700 dollars with you, you will tell the bastard that you will return the rest of the money tomorrow. Once you're outside Tokyo Tech, you take a deep breath. Walking inside and ready to be mauled. There he was, standing at the entrance and waving pathetically cheerfully. He loves making you suffer doesn't he? You grit your jaw, walking towards him. "Good morning, Gojo san." You could almost choke yourself for adding the honorific.

"Morning lil shit." He muses, leaning in closer to you until his breath fans over your face. "We were bein' a little too bratty yesterday." He muses, and your face lacks colour instantly. His eyes were launched at your frame without a care in the world. He likes making you suffer, doesn't he?

"So?" He clicks his tongue, smirking in his usual charming way, looking at you through his glasses. "Kneel down and apologize, and I'll forgive you. We can start again, no biggie. See? I have such a big heart." You bite your lip, he has no regards for your self-respect whatsoever.

You finally meet his eyes, gathering your courage to withstand his insults once again. "I have uhm, seven hundred dollars with me right now." Oh you look pathetic fiddling with your bag and giving him the cash you saved for your new laptop. "I will return the rest tomorrow." You sound determined, at least your mom wouldn't pay the full sum of it. It would be bearable.

"I can't shove it up my ass s' too less." Satoru laughs, clinging on to what you said to him. He almost feels sick now. This was unnecessarily dragged to the point of no return, he thought you would apologize and beg him to leave you alone, and he would. Then you'd see how amazing he is and why everyone is in love with him. Why girls wish they could go on a date with him pft- even if he talks to them, they feel grateful.

Here you were, holding a sum of money for the richest boy in school, in the city even. "I'll pay you the rest tomorrow." You managed to speak, and Satoru HATES this.

There is a difference between bullying and teasing and abuse. He crossed that line, not backing down because he hoped you would. You're the first one not to. He feels his chest tighten and a pinching in his throat as you hold his wrist, bringing it closer to you and putting the sum of money on his palm.

His baby-blues widen at that, and it feels like the money is practically burning his skin. It's a reflex with which he yanks his hand away. As if its burning him.

"I don't take half-payments." He managed to come up with that pathetic lie, growling and enraged, walking away.

What a fucking cunt… but hey; at least he didn't bother you for the rest of the day.

During the lunch time, you almost feel liberated that you don't have to report to him anymore. His problem he didn't accept the money. His fucking problem. You stood on your words, almost… you will give him the rest of the money tomorrow and be free of him for good. How amazing… how beautiful to imagine that.

Everyone fears him, everyone loves him. What kinda dude even. Maybe he doesn't have any real friends because he bought them all with money. Tsk…

You take your food and walk to the area where your classmates stood. You are like a walking marvel to them, someone who stood up to her senior and kicked his ass. What you don't know is Satoru Gojo ended all chances of revenge coming your way. What does it take? A simple: 'You have beef with her you have beef with me'.

Lunch is… peaceful, until you notice Satoru walking in the cafeteria, drinking Cola and with his pathetic group of friends. They can rot too.

You looked down, evading eye contact is the best way to avoid any unwanted conversations after all.

You were eating secluded, your only friend sitting beside you who doesn't mind being judged to be around you sitting next to you. "Uh oh, he's coming here." She hummed, getting nervous. You sighed, looking at her and holding her hand gently. "Thanks for your company, I can handle from here, I promise." You wouldn't let her be stomped by the Prince charming. She's been kind to you. "Are you sure?" She asked, and you nodded, patting her shoulder.

Before she could lift her plate, Satoru sat next to you. "I don't remember allowing anyone to leave? Did I?" he smiles, all childish, feigning a harmless look. "Sit. Down." He warns and she instantly sits down. You could feel her hands shiver. No, you wouldn't let her be dragged into this.

"What is it? Gojo san." You looked at him, making eye contact. "Just came to check if you had a spine." His hand lands on your nape, touching and probing the spine bone peeking out. "You do, no?"

You shudder, leaning away a little only to have him hold your neck and pull you close, whispering gravely, "If you haven't paid me back then you can't run off from your job, Pet."

You snarled at that nickname again. "I told you to take the fucking money today and tomorrow." Struggling gravely and looking at him like a wounded lion. He's wounded your pride, your self-respect.

"And I said, I do not pick up pennies. Until then, you do what I say." He chuckled, "Or you're dumb and lack common sense?"

It's been weeks. Literal weeks and you're at your breaking point. Frustration bubbles in your eyes and they gloss up. You don't want this jerk to see you like this. Fucking hell you don't!

"What did I even do to you I don't understand…" You mumble, watching him lean his hand away.

At this point things have been too rotten, and Satoru hates to admit but he just wants to hang out. He can't admit that now after raining hell on you and he's too prideful to. It's not fun anymore, it stopped being fun the moment he asked you to fetch ice-cream and the moment you looked at him with 'expected' eyes when he pulled that stunt in the cafeteria.

"You've been a bitch that's all." He shrugs, looking away. His tone surprisingly tender. "Maybe if you can apologize for being one instead of all this drama and cryin' and victim bla-"

A loud smack echoed through the hall, and Gojo's cheeks had your handprint crisp and clear. "I'm fucking sorry I wouldn't suck your cock and wag my tail around you pathetically." Oh you're losing all of the carefully supressed rage, your patience waning off to nothing. You've been supressing and supressing and supressing…. and now it's erupting out. Dangerously.

Tears fall from your eyes as you look at him, "I hate you so much I wish you could just fucking die! Not everyone's as rich as you ASSHOLE! MY MOM WOULD FREAK THE FUCK OUT AND CALL ME A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT FOR BORROWING MONEY ON RUINING SOMEONE'S HIGH CLASS SHIRT! Not everyone's born with a silver spoon!" People look at you and Satoru both judgementally. You know things have sprung out of hand. "You fuckin- GO! GO AND ASK MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER AND MY BROTHER AND EVERYONE IN MY LAST NAME TO PAY MISTER GOJO SATORU BACK BECAUSE HIS SHIRT GOT RUINED AND HE DIDN'T GET AN APOLOGETIC COCKSUCKING BITCH IN RETURN!!"

Before your senses could take over, you took your bottle and put it on his hair, drenching him. You can't let Karma take care of him, you are Karma.

Satoru only stays silent and Suguru snorts from the sidelines. In a weird, sadistically twisted way, he likes what happened. You just removed some of his guilt with this.

"R-right.." He hummed, "Okay so…" He stood up, extending an arm. "Now that we're even. I think we are…. let's restart. Nyeh?"

"Gojo Satoru." He extends his hand, as if he is introducing himself for the first time ever. Your eyes will fall off your fucking sockets and you will die of an awkward mouth-agape heart failure.

What the fuck was wrong with this dude?

"ROT IN HELL!"

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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rabbit food |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: after a run in with your ex, eddie has to let you know that you're all his. you're more than happy to let him.

haven't done older!eddie in a sec! and inspiration struck last night so here it is :) older!eddie and his lil bunny.

thank you @eddiemunsons-missingnipple for the edit <3

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI, age gap established relationship, eddie is 42 and reader is 26, protective!eddie, jealous!eddie, language, filthy filth to follow, fem receiving, ass play, anal sex, aftercare

The coffee shop was bustling, quite the crowd for a Thursday afternoon, but you supposed with finals and midterms coming up that was to be expected. Brielle had been on edge all week, her and Madeline crammed up in the house, pouring over books and notes. She'd been extra snappy lately with the stress, her and Eddie getting into a number of tiffs throughout the week, leaving you and Madeline to stand and awkwardly watch. You supposed you should've been used to it by now, you'd been around long enough, but you still didn't want to overstep when he was being a dad.

That was exactly why you chose to have your date at the coffee shop. You'd quit a little over six months ago, not needing the extra work to busy yourself as much. You still liked to come and support the small business that treated you so kindly. It had history with you and Eddie too, after all.

You could hear the cheery sound of your name being called from across the cafe, smiling when you turned over you shoulder, expecting to be greeted with an old coworker.

"Hey," There he stood. Billy. Your ex-boyfriend.

Your blood ran cold, spine going rigid watching in slow motion when he crossed the space towards you. The same cocky grin, eyes narrowed and running over your frame predatory.

Your mouth ran dry when he stood in front of you, wrapping you in a hug that you didn't return. You could see he'd gotten new tattoos added to his forearms since your split, his hair cut shorter now, but he was still the same.

"What are you doin' here?" Billy asked, tongue running over his lower lip. "Came here last week and Theresa said you didn't work here anymore. Was she lyin' to me again?" He grinned, teeth baring.

You pursed your lips. "No, I don't work here anymore."

Billy nodded. "Good for you. Must be doin' better at the school now then, huh? Did they finally give you that raise you were always bitchin' about?" He bobbled his head like he was joking, but you knew by the way his lips snarled, curling at the edges he was serious. Always having to take a shot at you, put you down and leave you a little wounded.

You hummed, unimpressed. "Wow," You sneered, eyes rolling. "Anyways, it's been so great seeing you, but I'm meeting someone-"

"Yeah? Is it your friend, Nicole? Saw her and Marcus broke up. Think you could help me out?" Billy crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you.

You scoffed, eyes bulging. "Nicole? Please, Billy, she hates you." You rolled your eyes hard.

Billy shrugged. "She doesn't know me. I'm sure I could change her mind." He said cockily. "I mean, I know you told her what a shit guy I was, but you certainly stuck around long enough. Must’ve been for a reason, hmm?”

Your blood ran cold, heart stopping. You could feel the familiar heat creep up your chest to your cheeks, embarrassment. You hoped he couldn't see how he'd made you feel, you didn't want him to have that over you. Judging by his smirk, arrogant and triumphant, he did.

"C'mon, you love to say what a shit guy I was, but you stayed around way longer than I thought you would." Billy took a step closer, you took one back. The dance all too familiar. Your back pressed against the table, trapped, pinned under his menacing gaze.

"Must've stayed around for something." He scoffed down at you, mocking you.

You stammered, heart hammering and mind racing. You were caught off guard, surprised. Billy inched closer, eyes narrowing even more. He opened his mouth to deliver the final blow, the final line that would break you into submission, leave you insecure and nervous like he always did.

"Hey, bunny," Eddie's voice called.

Your gaze snapped from Billy over his shoulder, seeing Eddie standing there, coveralls and a questioning glare. Seeing you ridged posture, helpless eyes cutting to his- he was stepping forward in an instance, heavy boots stomping against the ground.

"There a problem?" Eddie asked, gruff and mean, eyes locked with Billy.

Billy looked from Eddie back to you, brows knit in confusion. "Is this... You know this guy?" Billy asked, thumb hiking over his shoulder at Eddie.

Eddie scoffed, moving to wedge himself in front of you, hand on Billy's shoulder firm, pushing him back slightly. "You wanna tell me what's goin' on here, baby?" Eddie asked you, but his eyes never left Billy's standing toe-to-toe in front of him, you pressed securely behind him. "This a little friend of yours?"

Billy scoffed. "Look, man, we were talking, alright-"

"-No, not alright." Eddie's jaw set, grinding teeth in an unimpressed stare. "I think you need to leave."

You watched, eyes wide and rounded, flickering from Eddie back to Billy. Your heart hammered in your chest.

"Yeah? You gonna make me or something?" Billy scoffed. "What? Are you a friend of her dad's?"

Eddie laughed, humorless and mocking. "I think you know who I am." He sneered. Billy swallowed, faltering slightly. "Think you should get outta here. Before we have an issue."

Billy stammered, scoffing slightly. "What issue?" He rolled his eyes. Eddie's fists balled, and you grabbed his arm gently, pulling him closer. Billy took a step back, eyes wide. He tried to play it off, shaking his head. "Whatever, man. Don’t worry about me, alright? I’ve had it and don’t want it back. She’s all yours." He scoffed loudly.

Eddie lurched forward, a loud, stomping boot. "Ed, no, just..." You grabbed his arm gently, grinning softly at the way Billy jumped slightly, head spinning around with wide eyes before quickly leaving the shop.

"He touch you?" Eddie asked, eyes narrowed and serious when he turned back to you. "Tell me right now. I'll go out there, and fucking drag that-"

"-Eddie." You cooed softly, eyes darting around to the patrons that watched you, wide eyed and amused. "Maybe we should go." You whispered.

Eddie sighed heavily. "I'm sorry." He muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I shouldn't have done that. I just-"

"It's alright." You reassured him with a soft smile, chewing on your lip slowly. Seeing him so protective, rough, it made your tummy flip, heat spilling and filling every inch of you. It was a new side of Eddie, one you hadn't seen. It was exciting, thrilling.

You ordered to go, letting him drive you back to your own apartment. His knee bounced, white knuckled grip on his steering wheel. You knew he was fuming, buzzing and bristling with anger, the scenario running over and over again in his head. Your thighs pressed together watching him take a drag of his cigarette, shaking his head.

"Should've beat the shit outta that little prick." Eddie exhaled out the cracked window. "Fucker had the audacity to try and go near you. The fuck does he think he is?"

You grinned softly, leaning over, pressing your palm lightly on his thigh. "He's a dick." You purred low in his ear, pressing a kiss to his temple, lips buried into the flecks of grey hairs that framed his face. "You scared him."

Eddie scoffed. "Little bitch. What a shock. All talk." He rolled his eyes. "Dealt with stupid fuckers like that my whole life."

"Well, you scared him away." You grinned, eyes lighting up with excitement. "My hero. What would I do without you?" You muttered, lips trailing down his temples, dragging slow and sweet down his cheek over his scruff of facial hair. Your hand trailed higher up his thigh, squeezing the skin beneath the thick, navy coveralls.

Eddie looked over at you, brows pulled together accentuating the deep lines on his forehead. He watched you carefully, pupils blown, lip tucked between your teeth, the small flush across your cheeks. He knew that look all too well.

"I don't find this nearly as amusing as you do." Eddie huffed, pouty and grumpy. "S'not funny at all. Him thinking he can talk to you like that."

You giggled. "Eddie, I don't think it's funny. I'm being serious. I appreciate you doing that for me. Billy's a dick." You sighed, giving him a knowing look.

Eddie scoffed. "Yeah, he is." He muttered. "Why'd you ever date a guy like that?"

You shrugged. "He could be nice sometimes."

"When? When he was trying to fuck you?" Eddie snapped, knuckles tightening over the leather steering wheel. "That why you were with him?"

You gawked, scoffing playfully at his remark. "Seriously?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Eddie's jaw tightened. "Are you jealous or something?" You giggled.

Eddie huffed. "Not funny." He muttered, petulantly. "'M not jealous. Just trying to understand what would attract you to a piece of shit like that."

"I was young." You sighed heavily. Eddie's eyes flickered over to you, accusing. You faltered. "Alright, younger. And I thought he was cool, but he wasn't. He was a bum."

Eddie pulled into your apartment, turning the wheel to fit into the spot. "A total bum." He agreed, throwing the car in park and yanking his keys out. "Should be ashamed of yourself for dating someone like that, young lady." He gave you a stern look.

Your pussy throbbed, legs clamping together. You were sure you were soaking his seat.

Eddie opened his door and you followed, starry eyed and wobbly legged, excitement trilling and building deep in your belly. Eddie pressed you up against the door, dark eyed, nose pressing to yours. His hands, still stained and calloused from a day's work, pressed by your head, trapping you underneath him.

"Tell me, bunny, was he better than me?" Eddie asked, nearly a snarl on his lips.

Your heart thumped excitedly in your chest, spine tinging with familiar warmth that made you shudder. You shook your head firmly, eyes still locked with Eddie's. "No." You rasped.

Eddie cocked his head to the side. "Don't lie to me, baby." He warned. This was new, a darker, domineering side of Eddie you'd never seen before, possessive and exciting. It made you throb, knees buckling.

"I'm not." You whispered back. "I promise. You're the best I've ever had, and I mean that." You looked down for his lips, back up to his eyes, rounding sweetly for him. "Billy could barely make me cum."

Eddie snorted, faltering out of his demeanor. You grinned lightly. "I mean it. I really though that people lied about getting off from someone eating you out. Thought that was just something in porn." You admitted sweetly, tilting your head to the side.

Eddie barked out a laugh, shaking his head. "Oh, bunny, that is horrible." He cooed, fingers tucking under your chin, lifting your gaze up to him.

You shrugged. "Then I met you." Your eyes shined at the admission, gooey and warm under his gaze. He was melting you, making you feel so consumed with adoration. "Now I know better."

Eddie hummed, nodding slowly. "You better," He muttered, tilting his head so his lips slotted over yours, passionate and controlling, pressing you farther against the cool wood of your door.

You moaned into the kiss, letting him take over, tongue sliding over yours, swirling and exploring every square inch of your mouth. Your hand moving down to his waist, pulling him flush to you. You could feel his erection, hard and straining even against the thick material of the coveralls.

Eddie flipped you over, pressing you against the wall, hands on your hips. He kneeled slow, pushing your leggings down with him, pooling down by your ankles. You knew to spread your legs before he even asked, feeling your arousal seep out of you, spreading and coating your inner thighs.

Eddie groaned slightly, hands spreading your cheeks apart, salivating at your puffy lips peeking back at him, your tight, little hole taunting him. You looked delicious, positively edible, he was sure of it.

"Fuck, baby," Eddie rasped. "Lean forward for me a little bit. Let me get a better look." His hands were squeezing the fat of your ass, rolling and massaging the plump skin.

You pressed your body forward, shimmying back until your ass was nearly in his nose. Eddie breathed deeply, burying himself inside you before he devoured you, no warning, tongue lapping from your clit to your sopping hole back up to your ass. You whined, knees buckling at the surprise sensation.

His fingers went from your pussy, collecting your spend, spreading it over your tightest hole. You groaned loudly, eyes rolling and head tipping back at the sensation of his thumb circling your hole.

"Fuck, Ed, that feels so good." You whined, forehead resting on the wood.

"Bet that fucker never did this, did he?" Eddie growled, spitting a glob of saliva back down on your ass hole. You whined, high and nasally, feeling his pointer finger spread it around before the tip barely pressed in, just to the first knuckle and you were pushing back for more.

Eddie grinned. "Huh? Bet he never did this? Never ate this pretty little ass, did he?" He growled again. You shook your head, legs quaking at the sensation. Eddie smirked. "Scared little boy, pathetic. Doesn't know what to do with a woman like you. Doesn't know how to treat you."

His finger sunk in further, the second knuckle and you were moaning loud, cries and whines echoing off the door. You were overwhelmed with sensation, one finger plugging you from the back, pumping slowly in and out making you clench. His thumb working lazy circles on your clit, slow and steady how you liked it.

You didn't tell him that Billy or anyone in the past never took the time to ask you, to learn your body and the things you liked. They were only looking to chase their own pleasure, rubbing your left lip for five minutes while they jackhammered you, leaving you feeling used and unsatisfied. Convincing you there was something wrong with you for not finishing, never them. Then you met Eddie, and you never had that problem again.

You whined, rocking to draw his finger in tighter in you. His thumb kept working you slowly, the heat in your belly growing more and more, shooting electric spikes of heat up your spine, toes curling sensation.

"'M close, fuck, 'm close!" You chanted, head bowing down to look at your toes. You could see Eddie beneath you, the flex of his hands working on you.

Eddie's scruff pressed to your lower back, soft kisses against the curve of your spine, finger pulling back to catch your release and press it back into your ass again, a second finger starting in.

"Close already?" Eddie cooed, mocking and sweet. You could see his grin in the back of your mind, smug and dimpled.

You whined, hips rocking when the two fingers pressed forward. The stretch of your tight hold, invading and dipping further into you. You felt filthy for how much you loved the sensation of him in your ass.

Eddie pressed further into your clit, fingers rocking and swirling lightly in your ass until you cried out, clenching hard around him. Your cunt clamped around nothing, nails digging into the wood of your door as you rode your high, loud and unforgiving; neighbors be damned, he was making you feel too good.

Eddie watched your chest heave, two knuckles deep in your ass, the other dipping into your sensitive, sopping hole. You whined when he stood, fingers spreading wide, your sticky release stringing along them. You blushed, cheek pressed against the wall.

Eddie moved so he could see you, brow raised, his soaked hand in front of both of you. "He never made you do this?" Eddie asked. You shuddered, glazed eyes trained on the release.

You shook your head truthfully. Eddie sighed, examining the release. "A damn shame." He muttered, bringing your release to his lips. He sucked them off gently, eyes trained on yours.

A small whine caught in your throat, shaky legs trembling as you watched him. Eddie pulled his cleaned fingers out of his mouth, grinning at you. "Doesn't even know he's missing out on the sweetest damn thing in the world."

You blushed hard, smiling softly back at him. Eddie moved, body pressing back over yours, but his hands cradled your jaw this time, pulling you closer and closer into him. Lips found yours again, sweeter this time, taking his time to feel your soft lips against his. You could taste your own release on his tongue, a groan pulling out of your throat, vibrations tickling his lips that were still roaming your mouth.

Eddie pulled back, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to his. "See?" He grinned. "Sweetest damn thing out there."

You let him bend you over the couch, pushing into your ass easily, using your own sticky, wet release as lube. Your eyes shut at the stretch, Eddie's hands soft and comforting on your back, shushing you with every inch that he sunk deeper into you.

He fucked you nice and slow, letting you adjust to the feeling. No matter how frequent you both fucked like this, he wanted you to be comfortable, gentle with you and caring. It made your chest fill with warmth, hips rocking back to meet his slow thrusts.

Eddie groaned at the squeeze of your tightest hole around his cock, strangling it in the best way. He was sure he wouldn't last long, not with the way you were reaching back between your legs, cupping his balls lightly.

"You're just my best girl, aren't ya, bunny?" Eddie groaned, eyes blown and focused on the stretch of your ass around his dick. The way your cheeks rippled and hips jumped when his hips met yours.

You whimpered in response, your own hand reaching to rub your clit furiously when his pace picked up, hips rolling and pressing into you so deep you knew he was lodged deep in your guts. He usually liked to fuck you on your back so he could see himself through your tummy, pressing a hand over it or sometimes yours.

You could feel that familiar rush, blinding hot pleasure with every brush of his cock in that sensitive spot inside you. How he managed to find every nook and cranny that made you gush, you weren't sure. He was just good like that, wanted to be good like that for you.

You rubbed your clit faster, toes curling as you climbed closer. Eddie leaned forward, back folding on top of yours. He pressed a kiss into your neck, sucking and nipping gently. His own hand moved underneath you, replacing your hand, fingers sliding and rubbing over all the places you needed them to.

"Oh!" You cried out at the sensation. His teeth nipping into your skin, leaving you clenching. "Again, do it again." You panted, bouncing and rocking back to help him rut into you further, faster.

Eddie obliged, tongue rolling over the sensitive skin in the nape of your neck, sucking slow and calculated, teeth grazing until you cried out. He felt your shake, collapsing into the couch, his hand circling your waist, still working your clit while you rode out your orgasm.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer with every thrust, dick twitching until he was spilling deep inside you, hips stuttering and breath catching with every slow thrust he spilled into you.

You were spacey, glass eyed and fucked out from the sensation. You could barely register the kisses he placed down your spine, muttering as he pulled himself from you.

Eddie's chest heaved, catching his breath. He was trained on his release spilling out of you, down your slick, puffy folds and dripping towards the carpet. "Fuck, bunny," Eddie pressed a hand to his forehead. "So good. You did so good, didn't you?"

He cleaned you up. He always did that. So sweet and gentle and attentive, even if he was exhausted too. Eddie took his time cleaning you gently, soft pets and gentle coos that soothed you as you came back down, came back to him.

Eddie had you pressed against his chest, curled up in his lap. He had his cigarette lit, slow drags as the embers cracked. His other hand ran up and down your back.

"That fucker ever comes around you again, you let me know." Eddie's eyes were half lidded, a little dark but serious.

You smiled softly, nuzzling deeper into his chest. "I will." You muttered, mind still foggy. "Don't worry about him. He doesn't ever compare to you."

Eddie snorted. "Good." He grinned, blowing smoke in the other direction.

You pressed your chin to his chest, right over the smattering of inked letters on his heart- Brielle and his mom's names and birthdays; you wondered if you'd ever be there too. Eddie looked down at you, soft smile tugging on his lips.

"What about me?" You asked slowly. Eddie raised a brow. "Am I the best you've ever had?" You raised your brows.

Eddie smirked, bumming his cigarette in the tray next to him. He shifted with a slight groan, leaning down so his nose was brushing yours. You could smell the nicotine on his breath, ghosting over your lips when he talked. "Bunny, you're the best I've ever had. Whole different league, whole different ballgame. On another level from anyone else. Incomparable." He said, small grin on his lips but you knew his words were genuine.

You perked up, beaming with pride. You lifted so your nose pressed against his, feeling your breath mix with his, hot on your top lip. "Promise?" You whispered.

"Promise." Eddie moved so his lips ghosted over yours. "My best girl, I promise. No one compares, bunny. Not even close."

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myntmajesty · 4 months

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nsfw, minors dni. fem!reader, fem!shidou ryusei. cw unrealistic sex, idk how straps work, fem!shidou is a menace

A/N: a lil something.

You squealed as she pulled you back into her hips, splitting you open onto her fat strap. Shidou simply giggled behind you, reaching under you to pinch meanly at your nipples as she ground her hips into your ass.

“You like that, cutie?” She purred, rolling her hips once more to pull a choked whine from you as you felt her tip in your tummy. “Like it when I pin you down and make you take my strap? My cock?”

“Shidouuu~,” You groaned, trying to lift yourself off her slightly to relieve the constant pressure of her strap against your cervix. 12 inches long, hot pink, completely with the ability to cum into your pussy at the press of a button, you weren’t even sure it could fit completely in you. She sure was gonna try though.

A sob passed your lips as Shidou manhandled your hips even higher, letting gravity force her even deeper into your pussy past your cervix.

“Fuck, just wanna pound this pretty pussy baby!” She whined. “Wanna put a baby in you, see how stupid you can really get.”

Without warning she pulled out all the way before slamming back down into you, a growl leaving her glossy lips. You gasped harshly as she did it again, and again, until she had picked up a rough, fast pace, blinding you with pleasure and the feeling of her cock bruising your walls.

You screamed out as she threw a hand forward to fist your hair, wrapping it around her hand and pulling as her hot pink manicured nails dug into your scalp. Your pussy gushed at the rough treatment as she used it as leverage to fuck even harder into you, the locker room bench she was fucking you on slamming hard into the wall with every punishing thrust.

“Sh… Shidou— Shidou please, oh fuck,” You cried, not even sure what you were begging for as she pressed her lips to your ear and snickered.

“Hm? Does my baby feel good?” She purred, your cheeks turning red in humiliation. Her hand pressed hard into your lower tummy, sending a shot of pleasured pain through your lower half as she felt for her strap bulging your stomach. “Can you feel me in your guts, hmm? You like being bred, being used like your little cumslut? You know no one will ever fuck you like me, right?”

A broken sound left you as Shidou pushed a hand into the middle of your upper back to force you into an even deeper arch, your lower back absolutely aching through the pleasure as her other hand gripped your right asscheek harshly to spread it. A loud moan left her lips as she watched the way her ridiculous girth forced your hole wide open for her. You let out a pitiful whine as she pulled out suddenly, leaving you wide open and gaping.

“Look at you, pussy so ruined and clenching around nothing!” Shidou cooed, slapping your ass hard enough to leave an dark angry handprint before she used both hands to spread your asscheeks and spat a thick glob of saliva over your hole. You moaned, wiggling your hips in her grip as you felt it ooze over your cunt.

You jerked as you felt her suddenly shove 3 fingers in your pussy, trembling weakly and squirming as she fucked them hard and fast into you like you were toy, a lecherous giggle leaving her pretty lips. You sobbed once more as she ripped them away right before you tipped over the edge, resting your head on the bench.

“Please Shidou! God, I just want to cum! I can’t take anymore…” You pleaded, wiggling your hips in hopes of teasing her. Shidou’s little moan was your only warning before she flipped you over, forcing a squeal from your lips as she shoved your legs over her shoulders and placed her arms on either side of your head. She dragged her soaked cock through your folds a few times before knotting her fingers into your hair once more, forcing you to meet her magenta eyes.

“Stupid pretty little cunt, only knows my cock and cum,” Shidou growled, forcefully thrusting herself into you to the hilt as she held your gaze. You threw your head back, letting out a shriek that was undoubtedly heard outside of the women’s locker room as she began to plow into you, forcing your legs higher and scrunching you tighter into the wall with each wild thrust. “This what you want? Huh? Want me to break you, destroy your little brain so all you can do is be my little cumdump?”

You couldn’t manage words, only reaching up to desperately grip her wrist by your head and dig the fingers of your other hand into the bars of the bench below you. Cries and pleads left your lips unbidden, your soccer shorts and panties dangling precariously from your ankle where they’d remained since Shidou had ripped them from your hips like an animal.

She shot a hand to your throat, a wicked grin on her lips as she squeezed hard and fucked you straight into an orgasm, your legs kicking uselessly from their place over her shoulders. A silent scream left you, your eyes rolling back as she only fucked you with renewed vigor.

“Yeah… yeah,” Shidou panted, her pretty eyes half-lidded as they darted between your desperate expression and the way you were split around her strap. “This is how I like ya, hun. Fucked dumb and ready for my cum.”

She giggled as she reached between your bodies to press a soaked button right at the base of her strap, a cry leaving you at the feeling of hot liquid filling your pussy and undoubtedly spilling into your womb. “Gonna get you pregnant, cutie,” she huffed deliriously. “Gonna waste you on this fat cock.”

You shot your arms around her neck and dug your hands into her blonde strands as she only continued, your mixed fluids splattering on her tan thighs as white cum was forced out of your cunt and down your ass. You pressed your lips together, muffling your whimpers as overstimulation washed over you with no end in sight. So much for soccer practice.

#blue lock smut #fem!shidou ryusei #fem!shidou #shidou ryusei smut #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou x reader #shidou smut

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mushroomnoodles · 22 days

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I think your content is wonderful! It's so wholesome, funny and angsty all at once in the best ways possible. Just wanted to spread some nice love in my ask! ^_^

Does Morrigan talk to any of their little siblings when they're in the womb? For example telling them about some butterflies they saw or just reminding them that they have the most radical big sibs (them and Marcy) ever. I'm not sure how you interpret this, but I like to imagine Morrigan as a very loving big-brother in the universes where he has little siblings. :D

thank you nonnie <3 this is a longer post about morri being a big sibling in multiple aus.

tw/cw for sfw and non kink mpreg

morri talks a LOT to their siblings in the womb, especially golbaby morris, who remember how painfully boring it was sometimes to hear everyone talking around them and not being able to join in. (wizardbetty's morri has... no concept of normal babies not having their level of consciousness.) different morris have different flavors of big-sibling energy.

golbaby morris that get a sibling early on (wizardbetty) are initially concerned and a bit jealous, especially when simon can't carry them anymore and his belly gets in the way of them sitting on his lap. (they threw a little fit when simon first told them he couldn't carry them anymore until after the baby came) with ophelia especially (simon was always talking about how she would never stop moving) lil' morri would put their hands on his tummy and be like "not so hard, baby" because they remember simon telling them that when they would kick him. (side note, simon loves his golbspawn so much even if they bite him)

they're enamored by their tiny baby siblings, think they're stupid (wdym they don't have object permanence) and tries hard to "teach" literal 6 month olds how to read. gets cranky and wants attention when they feel their sibling is getting too much, but also gets fiercely protective of their "dummy" siblings, trying to prevent them from doing dumb things from experience "don't eat that stick, becca, it tastes like butt". as a teen they tend to be a little bit of a menace to their little siblings (who isn't?) but would still kill and die for them.

golbaby morris that get a sibling later on (plainvanilla) are absolutely STOKED to have a sibling, morrigan has always wanted one. much like early sibling morris, they make a point to talk to their unborn siblings often because of their own experience, but with a lot of added enthusiasm. entity pregnancies take longer than human ones, so they'd also be impatient ("girl, you are taking fivever. come out already") they also give me the vibe to poke their siblings back when they kick, partially to bug them but also to interact with them.

older morri's much more of a protective sibling than their younger variants, but with fellow golbspawn siblings morri at least is able to better relate to their baby sisters and brother. they are still the type to teach a 6 month old to read.

normal morris that get a sibling early on (vamparents, candyworld) are just 4 years old when they get their first sibling, and are very confused by their dad's bump (and extremely curious). these morris probably talk the least to their unborn siblings, but still do in part because of their parent's encouragement, mostly just "hi baby" or telling them about what they had for dinner. (vamp morri in particular was sooo excited to see ophelia, simon shared the enthusiasm to meet her but mostly because she was treating him like a punching bag)

(it took sour taffy five months, but they finally figured out what baby meant and where it was!)

vamp morri, when they're older, is much more laidback and totally does their siblings' homework for them, while sour taffy is more likely to just talk their ears off and braid their hair.

#a #i have a mproblem #cw mpreg #tw mpreg #mpreg #simon petrikov mpreg #golbaby #infoposting :d #wizardbetty #candyworld #vamparents

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 1 year

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A Fish Out of Water ║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

| A FISH OUT OF WATER | part of the A Weight Off Your Shoulders collection ║ main masterlist ║ series masterlist ║ | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x plus sized!fem!neighbor

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 4.1k | CONTENT: age gap (Joel mid 40s, neighbor late 20s), negative body image, negative self-talk, the torment of dressing rooms and trying on clothes, trying to get some healing accomplished and learn to love your body, Joel is a nasty lil slut who kneels at the altar of plus sized!fem!neighbor’s pussy

| SYNOPSIS: Joel invites you over for a swim, and your plain onepiece swimsuit isn’t gonna cut it anymore. One new swimsuit later, and things get real wet. Spoiler: Splish splash bitch we gon’ smash.

✧this is the second installment of a oneshot collection but can be read as a standalone✧

✧◦◦║ Part 1 ║ Part 3 ║ Part 4 ║ Part 5 ║ Part 6 ║◦◦✧

When Joel invited you to go swimming, you considered claiming you had horrible stomach cramps and couldn’t make it. Instead, you did your best impression of a mature adult and accepted his offer. You wouldn’t have to see yourself in swimwear if you just didn’t look down, and you could ogle a shirtless Joel. All in all, there were worse things to endure.

You reluctantly unpack the single piece of swimwear you owned: a dowdy black onepiece. Black was the most slimming color, right? It wasn’t doing a whole lot for you on that front, but it was a better option than the usual old lady floral prints that plagued the onepiece section.

You liked to think of your suit as observing Victorian mourning etiquette: veiled in an abundance of black fabric, publically grieving a body that would never be the right type or shape for anything other than full coverage swimwear.

The smack of your flip flops against his concrete patio came to a halt when you saw him. There was your fine as fuck DILF situationship leaning over the edge of the above ground pool he’d got up and running once the idea of having you over for a swim had popped into his head.

You had anticipated “Dad Swimming Trunks”, the kind that had cargo pockets galore for no fucking reason and stopped at the upper calf. You’d assumed this just based on his age, but you should have known better. This man was always surprising you in the best of ways, and he was certainly not your average middle-aged man.

You drink in the sight of his quads where the hem of his trunks sit. It was a heaven-sent style that gifted you with more of his body to gawk at. God bless whoever convinced him to get those, although you know would be thirsting over him just the same if he had been wearing the official “Dad Swimming Trunks.”

He smiled and waved when he saw you, and he shifted right into his usual stance: hands resting on his hips with one slutty little knee popped out to the side. God fucking dammit. Was it too late to claim gastrointestinal distress? Joel whistled approvingly at your funeral shroud of a bathing suit, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and giggle. What this man saw in you, you couldn’t say.

When you complimented his trendy trunks, this motherfucker had the nerve to act shy about it. His daughter had teased him about his “old man swimsuit” apparently and harassed him until he got something “cooler.” Ah, so you weren’t completely off base when you assumed he’d had the Dad Swim Uniform.

Bless his little menace bully of a daughter you laugh to yourself. Your amusement fades when you consider that you are the only one in geriatric themed swimwear. You ignore the negative voice in your head and focus on the curves and dips of Joel’s body.

The two of you swam and relaxed in the pool for a couple of hours. It actually felt nice to be buoyed by the water a little bit as you wrapped your legs around Joel’s waist and made out, or when he grabbed you from behind and let you float back and forth with his swaying as you rested your head on his shoulder. It felt nice to pretend for a little bit that you were lighter than you actually were.

You hate how you still feel timid about yourself around Joel when he has only ever made you feel amazing - emotionally and physically. If anyone had earned you letting down your walls of insecurities, it was Joel. He always managed to reframe any negative thing you had to say or think about yourself.

Getting out of breath while you rode him? “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Workin’ this cock so good you can’t even breathe. Gonna fuck all the air right outta you, sweetheart.”

Frowning at the bold colored BMI number on your check-up report? “BMI is horseshit. Don’t mean anything. Thought that you’d know that, bein’ an expert at numbers and all.”

Trying to talk him out of getting ice cream because you couldn’t “afford the extra calories”? “Got you a swirly cone so you can pretend its my cock and show me how you wanna lick it before I fuck your brains out later.”

Not wanting to sit in his lap for movie night because you were going to smush him? “If you don’t come park that ass on my lap right this second, I’m not gonna pretend to like the romcom you picked.”

Not wanting to sit on his face because you would suffocate him? “Goddamn, wouldn’t that be a glorious way to go. Promise me you’ll put it in my obituary. Add somethin’, too, about ‘died doing what he loved.’”

Joel was in a league of his own in terms of how he approached your body and your thoughts about it. You’d never had such a neutral yet admiring partner. He never fetishized your figure like some guys had done in the past. “Chubby chasers” as they were known. The term was crude and minimizing of said “chubby’s” personhood, but it was unfortunately a fitting vibe for how most guys treated you and anybody over a size 12.

Joel never tried to claim that you weren’t fat. Fat was just something you had on your body; it wasn’t your primary descriptor, and it didn’t define you. “Come on, baby, you’re not fat!” was something you had heard so many times from hookups and boyfriends. But why was that such a bad thing anyway? Couldn’t you just be fat and it not be such a horrible thing? To just exist in your own body? It was a bit hypocritical to ask of them, of course, when you were your own number one slanderer.

Joel just saw your body as, well, your body. It wasn’t some complicated thing that needed to be navigated tactfully to avoid upset. It was just one facet of you, and he liked your body because it was a part of you. He so often paid positive attention to your body because he wanted to. It wasn’t some show of affection to help boost your confidence, although it certainly helped. He liked it just as he liked your sense of humor, your financial smarts, your taste in restaurants, your little quirks…

It also didn’t hurt that he was an absolutely voracious lover, and a vocal one at that. He had some incredibly creative dirty talk that flooded your basement fast. This man could not get enough of you. New positions, new places, new everything. It was like he wanted to experience you in every combination possible, and you never turned him down.

And then that soft, tender side of him that was equally transfixing. The way he always pulled you closer to cuddle. The way he nuzzled kisses along your neck when he’d stop behind you for a moment while you were washing dishes at the sink. The way his large hands would trace mindless patterns against the inside of your thigh when you were sitting watching TV together.

The two of you weren’t officially an item, but the “we sure do a lot of relationship things for two people who aren’t in a relationship” list was growing every week. You had a feeling that Joel was more than ready to head down that path, but you still had reservations about getting into anything serious after your last bad breakup. You’d been in a long-term relationship that was about to take a turn into wedding bells and honeymoons but instead took a sharp left into “I’m throwing this years long relationship down the drain because I want to fuck somebody younger, skinnier, and better than you.”

As much as you’d love to say that you had moved on and healed from the pain that your ex-fiance Michael’s cheating had brought you, it would have been a lie. It had swallowed you up and spit you out squarely into “I’m never going to be good enough for anyone” territory. Though Joel had never given any indication that he was interested in anything but you, the fear of rejection and abandonment still loomed.

But Joel had a curious knack of worming his way into your heart and sprinkling little bits of confidence there. That’s why when you were meandering through a big chain retailer, you took a quick peek at the swimsuits they had on display. The full coverage styles that you always went for were all the way to the back, where big girls could run and hide as they shopped with shame.

A bright pink something catches your eye as you lazily scan the offerings. You can’t make out the style very well over the display rack in the middle of the section, so you venture around it to get a better look. It was absolutely adorable. Hot pink with little embroidered daisies. Your face falls, though, when you realize you are looking at a two piece with very stringy closures.

You bet Joel would like it …. If he were here with you right now, he would all but demand you at least try it on before deciding you hated it. You sigh and grab the one furthest back before heading to the dressing rooms.

God did you hate dressing rooms. There probably wasn’t another setting that had given you so many Vietnam style flashbacks than dressing rooms. Sometimes these assholes would even put in 3 slanted mirrors side by side so you had no choice but to observe yourself from more angles. Bunch of sick, twisted bastards.

You face away from the mirrors while you tie the strings around your hips and back. If you saw yourself getting into this thing, there’s no way you’d even finish putting it on all the way before you gave up. You spin with your eyes closed, facing the mirrors and counting backwards from 5 to work up the nerve to open your eyes.

Well, Joel would definitely like it, so at least there was that. The first thing your eyes flew to was your pudgy lower belly sticking out from the sides of the bottom. It butted right up to your round, jiggly, cellulite-speckled thighs. Adjusting the straps on your hips didn’t do much to magically shrink your bulgy bits, but it sort of looked like a sexy, teasing gesture when you did it.

You stand there with fidgety hands on your hips and scrutinize your reflection. You were so used to seeing yourself all covered up that this completely normal bikini made you feel like you were sporting two bandaids and a cork. A public indecency call would definitely be made to the police if you ever stepped out in this thing.

You sigh and tilt your head to the side as if it’s going to give you a more positive vantage point. The daisies looked so perfect against the pink. It was such an adorable swimsuit. You twist your hips side to side in a small swivel motion and take in the way the little neon pink strings dance across your skin, like they’re begging to be pulled until they come apart and make the bottoms fall to the floor.

It was kind of cute. You try out that little pulling on the strings on your hips motion before letting them softly snap back against your skin. The way the strings grazed your hips was kind of nice. And maybe your tits actually sort of maybe looked good???

The trickling semi-positive thoughts were unexpected but welcome. Joel must be reworking your brain or something, rewiring it to be nicer. Like his reverence of you was being absorbed osmotically and making itself at home in your mind, internalizing and mimicking his adoration but in your own words and thoughts. You had your underwear on still to try on the bottoms, and it seemed like it would be enough of a buffer to brave taking a look at your ass in this thing. You turn and crane your head over your shoulder to see the back and immediately wish you hadn’t.

“UGH gross! You could eat a whole bowl of Cheerios out of those dimples on your ass!”

There was that inner voice of yours. No more trickle of nice, Joel-style thoughts. Now just a deluge of your well honed self-criticism.

You flip the tag in your hand and look over the print. It’s on sale. Before you can think about it too much and change your mind, you shimmy out of the suit and take it to the register.

Another scorching afternoon rolls around, and you work up the nerve to suggest some pooltime to help cool off..

“Hhmmm, how ‘bout we make it a skinny dip kinda thing?” Joel waggled his eyebrows up and down theatrically, but you know he is being dead serious.

“Skinny dip for you, maybe. More like a ‘chunky dunk’ for me,” you grumble. You are already letting the voice in your head get the better of your barely-there confidence.

Never missing a beat and always managing to reframe your disparaging commentary, Joel piped up, “Yeah I got a chunk that’s gettin’ chunkier thinkin’ about us naked in the pool, and I think I know just where I’d like to dunk–”

“Shutup and get changed, pervert,” you giggle as you stand from the patio chair. He joins in a chuckle and gives your ass a little slap before sauntering down your steps and over to his house.

“See ya in 5, sweetheart. Offer for skinny dipping is still on the table.”

You stifle another laugh and shake your head. God he was so goofy and adorable sometimes. You hope that his filthy, sexy side will be the one to emerge when you debut your new bikini. This time you would not be outright lying if you postponed your swim over tummy troubles. Your stomach flipped and lurched with nerves as you look yourself up and down in the full length mirror you keep shoved behind the office door.

You were never going to feel confident enough to march over there without a care in the world, so there was no use in trying to work yourself into that mental state. You simply ignore any thoughts about it and adjust your top one last time before slipping out your back door and trudging across your yard into Joel’s.

Your skin practically prickled up in goosebumps as it greedily drank up the warm rays of sun. You feel a tinge of guilt that you have never been kind enough to your body to let it just be free and feel the world around it. You always hide it away as best as you can, shoving it into this and covering it with that. As such, some parts of it have never known the warmth of the sun hitting it or a stray breeze delicately brushing by. Your body has done so much for you. It housed you. It let you play sports. It responded enthusiastically to Joel. Instead of being grateful for all things your body has done and continues to do for you, you lash out at it and admonish its existence.

Maybe you should take a page out of Joel’s book and try to treat it with some kindness.

Said man was already waiting by the pool with the hose running to fill it up a little more. He was so handsome. Maybe you needed to pull another Joel move and dole out some compliments to him more often, too. Always preoccupied with how ugly you must look, you probably didn’t offer up enough praise for him.

“You really do look so damn good in those trunks, Joel.” The warmth of your voice draws his attention over to you with a content smirk. If there was any time you wished you’d caught something on film, it was his reaction to you.

There was an old cartoon you used to watch as a kid that had a pretty redhead lady and a wolf in a snazzy suit that who was completely enamored with her. If Joel’s eyes had the ability to shoot out in cartoonish telescopic heart style, they would’ve shot right out at you.

His jaw hung loose as he turned to face you head on. His grip on the hose never faltered, and the water meant for the pool was now splashing all over the concrete patio. It was the sort of spirited response you had hoped for, and it gave you the confidence boost you needed to get flirtatious.

“Whaddya think?”

You tilt your head to the side in a coy display. Joel licks his lips and zips his eyes over every inch of you. You take a few steps towards him and decide to lay it on a little thicker and see where it takes you.

“The pink is cute, right?” you press in a throaty hum. Your fingers glide down the strings over your shoulders and against the cups on your top. Joel’s arm drops all the way to his side, but a few of his brain cells have managed to collaborate and keep his hold tight on the hose.

“Thought you might like it.” You can see the crotch of his trunks starting to tent already, and you just can’t help yourself when you do that tug at the strings on your hips maneuver. When you let them snap against your skin, Joel drops the hose and closes the distance between you in a few hurried strides.

He stops just short of you, not wanting to get so close that he can no longer ogle. His hands hover in the air in front of you as if he can’t decide what to grab or grope first.

“Goddamn,” he breathes. His eyes widen like he’s trying to make more space for them to take in more of you.

“Joel, cut the water,” you say, pointing to the forgotten hose spewing a steady stream onto the patio. Joel doesn’t move and opts to just stare at you with a wild, hungry look. You give a feigned sigh of annoyance as you brush past him and twist the spigot off. The little bit you had to bend down to turn the water off was apparently enough to send Joel over the edge because he’s on you before you know it.

“Inside.” His voice is needy and gruff in a way you’ve never heard before. No need to get into the pool to get absolutely drenched when you’ve got this feral horndog all but pouncing on you right here and now.

“Jesus, Joel, are you in heat or something?” you tease as he pushes you backwards into the house.

The way this man was reacting to your normal as hell bikini like you were outfitted in the nastiest lingerie you could find. To be fair, you never wore anything remotely sexy or revealing, so this was as close to lingerie as Joel had ever seen on you.

Joel is seizing handfuls of you as he grips and grinds into you. The urgency in his kiss is catching, and you dart your tongue against his in a frenzied dance. He’s rock hard against you. You can feel it through his trunks on your thigh. You swallow the groan rumbling up his throat when he presses you against the roll of his hips.

He guides you to the kitchen counter and spins you around. You catch yourself on the palms of your hands as Joel jerks your hips back slightly. He spreads your legs apart with a push of his foot against yours.

“Stay just like that for me, baby.” His gravelly command locks you in place, and you wait for his next move. He crouches behind you and settles onto his knees, grunting at the ache that springs up in them regularly. He runs his hands up and down your legs and finally splay them across the expanse of your backside before pushing, pulling, and massaging the flesh there. The back panel of your bikini bottoms is now swallowed into your crease, and a surprise gasp escapes you when Joel shoves his entire face against the fabric on your crotch.

A deep groan vibrates against your clothed pussy and sends molten liquid up your spine. Joel spreads your ass open and slides his thumbs just past the junction of your thighs. His pressure gets firmer as the up and down sliding passes reach your outer lips. Your breathing is as shaky as your legs, but you try to keep in place as he asked.

One of his thumbs gently slips under the fabric and pulls it to the side, revealing your slick covered slit. You start to say his name but it’s cut off when he spits a hot pearl of saliva onto your bare cunt. You jolt at the sensation and have no time to recover before the flat of his tongue is smearing across your heat. When your hips jerk a second time at that, Joel reaches both arms through your legs and hooks them onto your thighs to hold you in place. Your belly pushes into the counter as Joel darts his tongue in and out of you, swirling and nipping at your clit.

You’re close to climax when he suddenly pulls up and pulls you flush against his chest.

“Can I take you just like this?” he rasps.

Usually you use a condom, but fuck it. There’s no way you’re pressing pause on this.

“Take it however you want it, baby,” you whine back.

Joel literally growls in reply, and you hear him shoving at the waistband of his trunks before seeing them fall to the floor and kicked to the side. You move to untie your bikini bottoms, but Joel’s hand stops you.

“No. Want ‘em on,” he grunts before lifting your leg onto the counter and shoving the fabric against your crotch aside once more.

Joel was always big to take, and his swift entry all the way to the base of his cock was a whole new feat. You were incredibly grateful that you were already so wet and sticky for him. You choke out a moan at the blissful stretch that stings just right. Joel pauses and offers a hurried apology, hoping he hasn’t hurt you in his rush to fill you up.

“Fuck me now,” you grit.

Joel does that, and more. His body has your leg pinned onto the counter while one hand is on your clit and the other going back and forth between your nipples with a pinch and a roll of his thumb and middle finger. Just like your bottoms, Joel leaves your top on and instead shoves his hands under the cups to touch you. You are grabbing at the cabinets and anything else you can find, just trying to hold on while receiving Joel’s punishing pace and thrusts.

“Ohh-ahh, Joel, I can’t-I can’t hold on,” you stutter. “Can’t hold on m-much more.”

“Make a fuckin’ mess of my cock, baby. Wanna feel you come on this cock. Pretty pink pussy in this pretty pink bikini. All fuckin’ mine.”

When he tilts your hips just so and bottoms out every pass, you careen over the edge and let out a broken sob of his name. The gripping, pulsing clench of you on his length sends Joel into his own release shortly after. He fucks you both through it and eventually slows to a sloppy roll of his hips.

He steps back enough for your leg to come off the counter but quickly steps forward again so you’re leaning against it once more. You can feel his hard pulls of air and huffs of exhales between your shoulder blades as he wraps his arms around your middle.

“God-fuckin’-damn,” he pants with a laugh.

You are completely fucked out and can’t string words together to save your life.

“You been holdin’ out on me, sweetheart. Hidin’ this pretty thing,” he hums, pulling at the strings on your hips.

You mumble something incoherent that was supposed to express that it was new and you hadn’t been keeping it from him. Joel chuckles, “Fuckin’ cockdrunk. Just how I love.”

To that you shoot him a conspiratorial smile. He pulls out of you, groaning with satisfaction as his spend leaks out of you and down your thigh. “I think the only water activity today is gonna be a shower, sweetheart,” he chuckles against your ear. “We can save skinny dipping for next time.”

You laugh quietly, enjoying the happy dance of chemicals in your brain, and wonder to yourself if you’re ever going to make it into the pool with your new suit. With Joel around, chances are slim to none.

Thank you for the positive response to the first installment of these two (A Weight Off Your Shoulders). They are so fun to write, and based on the reception from AWOYS I just had to share this lil snippet I had already written. These two have really made a home for themselves in my brain!

Special shoutout to @thesailorofuranus for encouraging me to share more of these two with the world. I might just be working on a lil something she requested in the last one, so be on the lookout. 😈 Again ty ty ty for reading. If you wanna catch up on the series that I will be updating next, check out this link to Endless Night.

Catch ya later,

♥Puddles♥

#fic: a weight off your shoulders #joel miller #joel miller x plus size reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller hbo #tlou fic #the last of us fanfiction #oneshots

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Heyy kaia!! I Hope you're feeling good and happy these days!!

Can I request NSFW headcanons for Law, Bartolomeo, and Shanks reacting to their female S/O shyly suggesting they use their Devil Fruit powers in bed? And like they never really thought of their powers THAT way so they're teasing them A LOT 😭

Thank you very much if you accept the request! And stay hydrated!! 💚

hi angel 😊 i am feeling ok today, i hope you're having a fantastic day 💛 love the idea of the s/o being shy when she asks; i took a bit of liberties with their powers bc, well, it's my world and everyone has to deal 😌 i had fun writing, so i hope you have a lot of fun reading 💙

2k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; it's relatively tame smut if i'm honest, but then again what i consider tame isn't really tame is it 😭feat. cute stuff like nipple play, a lil bit of blood, exhibitionism, there are ropes, maybe a lil knife play but not really (it's minimal i promise), oral (m receiving, f giving), fingering, other stuff i'm sure; all three of these men are menaces to society *locks them up* they're mean when they're aroused idk what else to say <3

he’s not quite sure if he heard you correctly, so he asks you to repeat it again; slowly. if you could die from embarrassment, you would in an instant, your words tumble out of your mouth clumsily as you ask him again. the way he’s looking at you, the intensity behind his gaze makes your hands shake — not out of fear, but excitement — so you quickly tuck them under your thighs as you sit on the edge of your bed.

law, being too damn observant for his own good, catches that; he also catches the way you can’t seem to look at him anymore and the way you keep bouncing your leg as if it’ll will away all your anxiety. eyelids lowering, amber eyes darkening at the prospect of your request, he sighs and leans against the wall opposite you.

“are you sure?”

your eyes widen but you nod and manage to squeak out a soft, “yes, of course.” your cheeks burn painfully, making you breathless and lightheaded, but you’ve finally said it — and out loud, at that. he thinks it’s cute that you’re so shy now when you weren’t this shy earlier, but he refrains from saying that. instead he pushes off of the wall and stalks over to you.

he supposes there’s no real harm in using his devil fruit this time; it’s not something he likes to use unless necessary, but law really can’t say no to you, not when you’re looking at him like he’s the only person you’d rather be around for the rest of your life. in order to combat the way his heart beats a little faster at that impossible thought, he summons a few items from his office and motions for you to lay on your back.

“w-what are you going to do?” you try to sound brave but when you see him take out his favorite scalpel, watch as it floats through the air, tears through the fabric of your dress with ease — shredding it to pieces, his long fingers twitching as he grabs some rope.

“before anything else, i’m a doctor first,” he says before tearing through your bra and panties, “and if i’m not mistaken, it’s been some time since your last check up, hasn’t it?” goosebumps prick your skin obnoxiously, making you shudder the moment his hand pushes your legs apart. eyes narrowed, law utters a single command, “speak.”

you don’t need to be told twice. “yes, you’re right.” because what else can you say? a devilish smile graces his lips and he quickly ties you to the bed — your wrists bound tightly above your head, legs spread and every time you move your ankle, the rope digs into your skin there. he thinks you look beautiful like this; naked, chest heaving, nipples hard, your cunt glistening with your arousal.

he runs a calloused hand along your soft thigh, your back arches off the bed at his touch, and try as you might, you can’t do a thing. you whimper unintentionally when he pinches your nipples to get your attention. you hate the way your pussy clenches and how you want him to touch you more.

“ah, ah,” he says in disapproval, clicking his tongue as he leans closer, using the flat end of his scalpel to tilt your chin up. “you don’t get to close your eyes for this examination.” while you might’ve thought that law using his devil fruit power would be to your advantage, but he’s completely reversed the situation; your naivety is your downfall, unfortunately. but, you know that whatever it is law has in store for you, will be exhilarating and otherworldly.

as someone who thrives off spontaneity, he’s not surprised that you’ve asked him about using his devil fruit powers in bed.

“about damn time,” he says casually, eyes full of mischief when he picks you up suddenly, in the middle of lunch, and places you on his shoulder. he’s much too tall for you to fight him at that height, and you don’t want to fall down, so you let him have his way and ignore the taunts and jokes your crew mates hurl at you. he flips them off with his free hand and strides to his cabin without saying another word.

the mortification you feel at him carrying you like that, so publicly, not caring who saw, is a double-edged sword. you’re both annoyed and aroused and you want to hate him for it but can’t. when he shuts the door behind him, you fuss loudly, voice shrill in his ear, but he only laughs in response. you tug on his ear with your fingers, and he finally lets you down.

“it’s really not a big deal.”

bartolomeo isn’t even close to feeling apologetic, nor does he understand why you’re all riled up, but he likes that side of you. he likes the way you shoot him heated looks that are laced with irritation, likes how even though you probably want to strangle him, you still press your body against his. he seeks out the warmth of your tongue, lips slanted against yours, teeth pricking your skin and drawing blood.

the pain is minimal, and you can’t help but feel a little weak in the knees when you feel his tongue lick away your blood. you should not like this, but you do — so much that you’re practically begging him to fuck you as you whimper against his lips, fingers grasping the front of his shirt tightly. he presses his erection against you — a reminder that he won’t be done with you anytime soon.

he gets the brilliant idea to create a barrier inside the room, running it along the walls — his theory is that it’ll be thick enough to muffle your moans and he can have his way without interruption. he’s determined enough, although you’re a little unsure even as he explains as he sets up. still, you can’t say that you’re not interested in seeing this through.

you just hope your crew mates won’t hear a thing, especially once you sink to your knees in front of him, eagerly unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock free. he watches you, eyes hazy and expectant, smirking when you take a tentative lick, tongue soft against the thick head of his cock, before you get comfortable and wrap your lips around him completely, slowly bobbing up and down.

“don’t tease, i want the real thing,” he says gruffly, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pushes his cock further inside your mouth, making you gag but you have no intention of losing to him — today. you watch him through your lashes, relaxing your jaw and throat as you take him deeper, enjoying the way his moans ripple along your skin, gliding down your back, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together as you ignore the ache that builds inside you. your hands grab onto his thighs for balance, tongue flat against the length of his hardened cock, as his hips jerk forward. if the way he’s cursing under his breath is any indication of his enjoyment, you’re well on your way to turning things around in your favor.

“wait, what?”

his lips twitch as he schools his features, attempting to keep an impassive face as he listens to you repeat yourself. there’s nothing shanks enjoys more than watching you squirm under his gaze — it’s frustrating, the power he holds over you without even trying. he’s impossibly handsome, even more so when he plays stupid, as if he didn’t hear what you said loud and clear.

another party at another rowdy pub — he can’t help himself; he enjoys living life without worry, and his crew mates are always down to entertain their captain’s whims. you’re in the same boat as them, except your boat’s a little more special. case in point — you’re sitting on his lap at a back table, quietly sipping your drink as you watch the other patrons drunkenly laugh and argue with one another. with your back pressed against his chest, you sigh softly and try not to act too bashful.

“if you don’t want to…,” you start, face flushed as you press your lips together and stifle whatever indecent noise that threatens to escape from your mouth; he presses his lips against your neck, mumbling go on, doll, finish your sentence. it’s not the alcohol, or the stifling air that floats around the pub that makes you feel warm — it’s him. granted, you’re the one who started it all off by not wearing panties under your skirt; a fact you so happily whispered into his ear before everyone started drinking.

naturally, he pulled you onto his lap, pressed his cock against your ass and told you it would be fun to fool around a bit. his definition of “fooling around” is stuffing your pussy with his cock, all the while keeping up friendly conversation with the others. every time someone bumped into the table or shouted for shanks’ attention, you rock your hips against his subtly, ass plush and soft, his large hand gripping your thigh so he can thrust into you a few times, making you spill your drink down the front of your blouse.

“oh, no,” he says, sadly, feigning concern; but you know better. you can feel just how smug he is when you clench your pussy, his dark chuckles tickling the back of your neck as you grip the wooden table before you.

“shanks,” you pinch his arm and he thrusts into you again; you nearly bite your tongue off trying to keep quiet, breathing erratic as your heart beats rapidly, choking you as the party rages on.

“now, on to your request,” his voice is deep and husky, making your pussy even wetter, especially when his thumb rubs circles on your inner thigh. “i thought you knew already?” when you don’t answer, because you’re trying your best not to moan too loudly, especially when yasopp glances over at you two suspiciously, eyes narrowing before he grins at shanks — the shame you’d normally feel doesn’t find you, and later you’ll blame the alcohol for that.

“know what?” you say, lip quivering, a shudder working its way through you when your breathing becomes a bit more labored.

“i don’t have a devil fruit power.” you blink at the confession, confusion taking hold of your face as you try to look at him.

“b-but, they said,” your eyes widen, and he laughs at your surprise; it’s adorable the way you willingly believe anything anyone in his crew says. “yasopp and —”

he dips his hand in between your thighs, fingers deftly stroking your clit. “lucky roux and yasopp are idiots,” he says gruffly, casting a sharp glance their way; they shrink back, laughing hysterically, and your face heats up all over again. they fooled you into thinking their captain had a devil fruit — they said his stamina was unmatched, that it was definitely the cause of a devil fruit but were too coy to say which one.

“but they’re not wrong about the stamina, doll. you know better than all of them how true that is.” he pinches your clit and you unintentionally yelp before clamping your hand down over your mouth. several people look over in your direction, shanks waves them off, telling them that you thought you saw a bug, but that everything’s all good.

“right?” he goads, rubbing your clit mercilessly, making your cunt squeeze down harder, and while you know that all of this is wrong, you nod, slowly buck your hips against him, hoping to chase the orgasm that’s dangling right in front of you. “now, be a good girl,” he drawls, “i want to feel your pretty pussy cum all over me.”

it’s not an impossible request, since you’re almost there, but you hate that you nearly tip over the edge at his words, and while you should probably be much more subtle, you end up bouncing on his lap in the end, much to his amusement and pleasure, his groans soft and tantalizing against your ear. and when he pinches your clit roughly, you clench your teeth tightly, try to breathe through your nose, and almost give yourself away again as you start panting. your orgasm causes sweat to trickle down your brow, makes your limbs weak as he holds you close and thrusts into you again. “see,” he places a kiss on your jaw, “that wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” if you had the strength, you slap him for his audacious behavior.

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imaginespazzi · 1 month

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Nivi – hey bestie, you’ve done it again – I wasn’t sure it could get more heartbreaking than the last one and yet!

As always, the writing is- well, it’s everything.

The parallels between high school them and college them was immaculate, and I so wish Paige could have fulfilled her dream of kissing Azzi under the confetti, but alas, maybe in another universe 😉

I loved the little exchange about UConn and California, and how that possibility was always there but Paige could just never accept it.

P and UConn winning the natty this year – it had to happen in at least one universe, so thank you for letting it happen in this one.

Side note: Drew and Paige interactions are always top tier, and very much the type of momentary fluff that I needed to break up the sadness while reading.

Side note 2: I love that I don’t even need to imagine what Azzi wearing Paige’s jersey would look like, but I’m glad ucla au Paige got to experience it too 🥹

The celebration with the team was so cute and of course it would be KK that basically helps break the ice (and her lil innocent “you should bring her around more often” 🥺). Also, all the little moments Az got with everyone else in the team was so wholesome, and ofc queen Nika being a loveable menace who’s always just looking out for her twin.

Side note 3: I love love love the two piggyback moments haha, just because that’s so pazzi core to me idk, I feel like there’s been a lot of photos where Azzi is piggybacking Paige irl, like that’s very much their thing so I adored seeing it incorporated here. But then, the ending. I knew it was coming, but it certainly did not make it hurt any less when we got there. “Fuck,” Paige’s voice is still wracked with sleep, “I thought you left.” “That’s more your style,” Azzi says – this was particularly heartbreaking, but I can’t really blame Azzi, even if P is trying so hard to make things right.

Overall, I may or may not have been tearing up throughout the entire chapter, and it somehow hit me even harder the second time I read through it? I think that’s just testament to your writing tbh.

Thoughts on what’s next:

Do things finally start getting better? It can’t get any worse, can it? (famous last words) 😅

I did wonder actually, whether you’d have them win or lose the natty, only because if they did win which obviously they did here (thank you), could that maybe change P’s mind at all on declaring or not?

I’m guessing she obviously sticks to her og decision and stays, and so I’m super intrigued on what might come next for them.

Like will they try going back to being just friends? Even though they’ve already tried and failed and knowing that would never be enough for Paige. But can they really not be in each other’s lives??

Will they try seeing other people again??

Summer’s coming up in the timeline and they’ve never spent an entire summer apart, so what will they do this summer? 😔 Or will we have a big time jump?

So many questions, and only you have the answers, Nivi.

Favourite lines/quotes:

The moon shines against Azzi’s face and Paige thinks that so much has changed, but Azzi’s still that kind of beautiful

“Do you know what my answer would have been?” “Yeah,” Azzi says softly, squeezing her hands, “yeah I do.”

Alternate lyrics that came to mind while reading:

Talk about our future like we had a clue. Never planned that one day, I'd be losing you.

In another life, I would be your girl. We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world.

Oh, and in honour of your love for Taylor, a Taylor lyric that came to mind was specifically this:

And I can go anywhere I want. Anywhere I want, just not home - mainly from the perspective of Paige getting almost everything she’s ever wanted, except the thing she wants most.

PS: I don’t really listen to Taylor’s music much anymore (nothing negative, just a shift in my music tastes these past couple of years!), but if there’s anything you think I should definitely give a listen to from her latest album, let me know!

As always, thank you for all you do for us. Have a wonderful weekend 💗

Much love, -🙋‍♀️

Hi bestie, one thing about me is that I will find a way to make it worse! 🤪

Thank you my sweets, it always means the world <3

I'm glad you caught that because I wanted to hint at the idea that it wasn't just a random decision of Azzi's part to choose UCLA and that she'd always been considering it.

If I can add Drew and Paige interactions, best believe I will find a way to do it. That's another relationship that's so precious to me.

Shoutout to the one anon who asked for Azzi to wear Paige's jersey in the universe as well because I took that and ran with it so I hope they liked it, because I liked their idea (come say hi!)

The team scene was one my favorites to write honestly, especially just in general KK is so fun to write because she's so fun and I need my chaotic family (Paige-Azzi-KK-Ice) to be a thing in every universe.

YES the piggybacks are just so Pazzi-core and I know this is an au but I like to take things from what we already know about them and just tweak it to keep some semblance of realism. Also piggyback are just really cute and Paige seems like the kind to beg literally anyone to carry her anyways

Things will get better because I actually don't know if they can get worse (actually they probably could but it might be hard to come back from lol) but things getting better is gonna take a lot

See if Paige changes her mind and declares, things become easy for them with her going to LA and I'm not in the business of making things easy for them lol

You think I have the answer to these question but truly what I write is just as much a mystery of where my inspiration will take to me as it is to you. So we'll see but we're on the ascent upwards, so no more other people lol!

I LOVE THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY SO MUCH!!

As for Taylor, the new album's pretty good babes if you wanna go listen! Lowkey a lot of the songs work pretty well with this fic lmao. But my favorites are loml and Fortnight I think.

Always love your detailed takes on the new parts and just seeing you in my inbox always makes me smile <3

#ask #fic talk #UCLA ANON LOML FR <3 #maybe i'll go start part 6 tonight and go back to being a good updater lol (don't trust me ever actually)

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weebsinstash · 1 year

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I saw that fairy ask and you know what would be insufferable actually?

Fairy! Gojo.

He sees a lil cute traveler who got lost from her group while taking a walk through the forest, decides he wants to mess with her a bit. Absolute piece of shit bully except now he’s a fairy (which… isn’t very different from how he usually is? lmao), altering her perception of time and space (or maybe altering the layout of the fucking forest. who knows) so she’s walking around in circles for what feels like a couple of hours when it’s actually been days, scaring her with creepy sounds of his laughter and pitter-patter of feet, to the point she’s so scared she breaks down crying.

Meanwhile he’s just laughing at his funny little pranks until he decides “you know what I want to keep her actually :3” so he just appears and starts trying to interact like everything is fine and dandy. Maybe he does this thing I saw in a folklore tale once where the fairy undressed herself and bathed by the river to seduce the guy she wanted except it’s Gojo and the last thing you want to see when you’re scared and lost in a forest is a naked uncanny grown ass man bathing in a river.

Or consider this: Unseelie Fairy! Sukuna. This one’s a menace.

Ok so the first thing coming in my head is, remember how he kept absolutely pestering the fuck out of Nanami and it was to give him a note and when Nanami finally opened it, it was just a drawing of a dick. He's such a fucking troll I can just, SEE a fae Gojo bugging you constantly and insisting you take some sort of gift from him and you keep turning him down either out of modesty and being humble or you just genuinely don't like him and when he finally cracks your patience and you take it just to get him to leave you alone, he just gets this shit eating grin "ok you accepted my special gift and that means we're married now~!" and he's being 500% serious like he did in fact not tell you he was basically doing his people's courting ritual and you have now basically accepted to like, be his spouse 💀

You open the gift or unwrap it and it's just a drawing of a dick or some other troll gift, he just needed you to accept period and NOW that you're "together" he can get you REAL gifts (that are also occasionally fucked up or twisted). Like imagine you turn him down so many times he eventually just offers you something so extremely small and minor it's like, ok is this all it takes to leave me alone? He gives you a little braided bracelet or like handcrafted trinket or like something handmade and humble and seemingly innocent and it's like Surprise Bitch That's Enchanted and you just touched it or even put it on 😩😩😩

Other classic dickhead fairy Gojo moments include "you're lost in the woods and he uses magic to distort the forest and make you walk in circles until you're literally crying and freaking out and he thinks it's really funny and adorable" like he's some kind of malicious ass Cheshire cat, constantly laughing at your struggles and teasing you. He'll tease you to tears and then kiss those tears away and say you're a cute silly little baby 🥰 (lmao I'm stoned and basically forgot that's literally what you said already so, same braincell haha)

He's like completely out of touch and not realizing that, he's not just interested in you, he's legitimately infatuated with you, until you're like at the local harvest festival or something similar and you go to dance with someone else and, wait a second why is he getting so tense watching someone else put their hands on you and look into your eyes and you're both smiling and laughing and--

he loses his temper and some magic bullshittery happens like it suddenly starts to storm or another person accidentally trips into your partner and they twist their ankle and can't dance anymore or even something falling on them or being blown by a sudden and specific gust of wind like gojo is canonically pretty sadistic imo like he had to be ordered not to kill someone and he's like "ok I'll just horrifically twist all their limbs then :)"

And he's, you know a fae and a weirdo so he doesn't even always need to traditionally spend time with you. You're ignoring him and refusing to come near him? Fine, he'll transform into a cat and suddenly you're rubbing his belly and giving his kisses and calling him a little scrunkly baby like, magic really does open all doors. Maybe his gifted bracelet or charm that you put on let's him track you and even read your thoughts and shit and of course you can't take it off

And on the subject of Sukuna, someone was asking if I saw the newest developments with him after we were discussing the recent manga developments, and it's like "oh you mean him being ugly now, yeah I saw 😒" 😂😂😂 Yuuji has some potential with him being a relatively idk nice and innocent boy and then he's got, you know, a mischievous ancient demon inside of him. Itadori over here "wow Reader is a really good sorceror and has a good heart, im lucky to have then as my friend ^^" and Sukuna chimes in "yeah that's why they would look so cute with their mouth on our cock :3"

#yandere stuff #sinprompts

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fullmoonfireball · 7 months

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You've posted about Olimar's wife, but what about the kids? Do you have names for them too? What do you think they're like?

yeah, i have names for them! his daughter is Jiday, and his son is Shiyo- the latter of which took a lot more time to come up with than Chipi and Jiday's names. though that's more on Hey! Pikmin for not having an amiibo treasure where Olimar really talks about his son than it is on me. probably.

i'm not too too set on how to characterize the two of them, but here's some basic interpretations based on what we Do know:

Shiyo's very much like.. encroaching on puberty, and is going through some insecurities n such.

he says he wants to follow in his dad's footsteps with exploring and such, but realistically he would be soso scared. he's spooked by familiar creatures in unfamiliar settings already, so encountering ones that are actually dangerous? absolutely not.

he absolutely loves space regardless, though

despite being easily-scared like that he's very much a playful kid, though. he loves video games, pranks (even if he's not allowed to scare his mom with them anymore), overall just a silly lil guy.

Jiday is, for lack of better terms, a little menace- very intelligent for her age, full of energy, stubborn, and irresistibly adorable. she's not looking to cause problems, but well... she's a little kid who's simultaneously in her "hop on pop" phase AND wants to seem cool and proper and grown up. you know how it is with little kids sometimes.

she's very creative, and loves art and music. maybe not in a way that'll "amount" to anything, but it's not uncommon for her drawings to plaster the fridge.

she doesn't really have any interest in space travel, but she's a big fan of Creatures, much to her mother and brother's chagrin. Olimar, however, had taken it as a huge bonding opportunity. he gladly takes every opportunity to teach about that passion that he can, and while Shiyo's definitely gotten some, Jiday has received it the most. a lot of this is thanks to dear Snaggie <3

#headcans #Olimar's Daughter #Olimar's Son #anon #ask

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axolittles · 4 months

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It's been over a year now so I think I'm ready to talk about it a little bit.

Dagon, my favorite lil sea monster, passed away.

He was just under 8 years old and very very adored. His brother, Sir Lancelotl, is doing fine.

We think it may have been organ failure of some kind, but it's not an answer we'll ever get. He was simply here one day and gone the next.

I stopped updating this blog out of grief (though, it's not like I ever updated regularly to begin with)

But I will try to post some Lancey pictures now and again.

Seeing Dagon in happy pics like this doesn't hurt so much anymore. I miss him like crazy and STILL tear up a little when I think too long about the time I spent as his mom, but if there is an axolotl heaven, he is definitely there and biting God's fingers and being a perfect little menace. <3

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mushiewrites · 1 year

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hellooo

can you do lee sapnap + c, d, e, g, h, j, l, and q :) ik there's a ton but also he is my angel so,,, he's worth it <3 also I already warned you there would be a lot so it's fine lmao

- cal / awkwardtickleetoo

anything for u 🥰

from this post!

(i also answered for the ler questions for the questions that asked for lee + ler bc i’m insane and need to gosh about every single thing involving my baby puppy squishy scrunchy nose boi ❤️‍🔥)

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

okay as both lee AND ler, sapnap could outrun anyone. in terms of being the lee, he is a tiny race car like lightning mcqueen who just like….ka-chows himself away before the ler even realizes what happened. when he’s ler, he loves a good game of cat and mouse - he loves making the lee feel like his prey, and he does everything in his power to make them feel like he’s the predator. he takes his time because he loves to play with his food (: the lee may think they’re in the clear because sapnap gives them a chance to run, but he always catches them in the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 😵‍💫

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

hmmm.. you know me, i have a few spots that i think are absolute torture for our lil baby boy here. i will scream it from the rooftops - ANKLES. ankles ankles ankles!!!!! i am insane i don’t care!!!! he has such tiny sensitive ankles and he can’t handle anything there my poor lil baby puppy ): i also think his feet in general, under his arms and his collarbones/chest area are death spots as well (:

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

sapnap is a provoker in his own lil way, from both ends. when sap wants to tk, he makes sure the lee doesn’t fully know if he’s intentionally being ler or not. i’ll use dream as an example - dream and him would be hanging out, and sapnap would make little remarks that could be insinuated as teases. he’d brush up against dreams side “accidentally” while going passed him to the living room, saying something like “oh, jumpy today huh?” even though sapnap absolutely tkled dream on purpose. he’d continue to accidentally tk and comment on it until he either can’t contain himself anymore and wrecks the lee, or the lee caves and asks sap to tk them (that’s his favorite especially with george bc he’s usually too prideful to ask).

i think it kind of depends on how he expresses when he’s lee. i think with someone like karl he’s more likely to melt and admit that he wants tks, whether he says it out loud in some form or agrees when karl accuses him of wanting them (cal and i go on about lee!sap/ler!karl for days at a time tbh). same thing with dream - he’s more likely to be soft for dream and more likely to not fight it as much with him. but for george or sometimes dream, punz, even sometimes karl depending on his mood, he’s an absolute menace and a brat. he does everything he can to provoke - he curses, he annoys them, he takes their stuff, he tks them until they retaliate - that kind of lee behavior 🥰

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

oh my baby sap, my baby honey ): sap LOVES gentle tks. i think they’re his favorite. he loves them so so much!!!!! they make him feel so safe and secure and warm and nice and LOVED!!! he loves them most with karl, because karl manages to make him not feel embarrassed or stupid for his laugh or his whines or anything he normally is self conscious about. if he gets tks on his sides or his tummy or ribs, he does little kickies and he throws his head back with his eyes closed and tries to stay as still as possible bc he just loves the feeling sm. there are some spots (like his ankles and feet and under his arms, and also hips!!!!!) where gentle tks still make him cackle and laugh hysterically. but he still adores them ):

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

absolutely he does. when he’s lee, he hides. he hides behind anything he can to “escape” the ler. he runs! because again, he’s a lil speed racer and can zoom his way out of any lers loose grip (he always winds up somehow getting cornered! funny how that happens!). he also curses a ton if he’s caught without his own self-sabotage methods. when he’s a ler, again i love the idea of him treating the lee like prey. just being super playful, growling and chasing the lee around and just teasing the shit out of them before pouncing and absolutely wrecking their shit.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

the trust and intimacy that comes with it! sapnap is a lil tough boy, HOWEVER, he loves that he can do something so vulnerable with someone he truly loves and cares about in a way that is just so warm and happy and carefree ):

(also he loves the teases 😎)

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

SCRUNCHY NOSE GIGGLY BABY ):! this clip here !!!! just giggly and trying to talk through his laughter but he CANT bc he’s laughing too hard!!! he also would get super squeaky and quiet and curse through his laugh too depending on the spot and the technique being used 🫠

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

oh my poor little honey bear baby ): he absolutely Cannot handle it. there are some days where he tries to be confident about it, where he puffs out his chest and either replies truthfully or denies it if he’s feeling playful. but most times, his eyes get wide and his face and ears go bright red within seconds. he’s like a baby deer caught in headlights!!!! and when that happens the ler knows they have him right where they want him. and one of his favorite things ever is for someone to make him admit it (: <3

#lee!sapnap #ler!sapnap #awkwardtickleetoo #asks #i’m insane (:#the way i fully wrote the lightning mcqueen shit with a straight face #kachow bitches #cal thank u for feeding my lee!sap brain #we’ve been insane about him for weeks #i love him so much my lil scrunchy baby #mushie concepts / hcs #mcyt tickle

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#barty?? seriously guys stop just because she’s the female main character doesn’t mean you have to ship her with every character existing

My Top Posts in 2022:

THIS !!!!!!

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Soooo i did the TikTok trend where you put your name + core (+ aesthetic) on Pinterest that what I got !

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Okkkk so half canon compliant walphemia au

So walphemia we’re together in hogwarts but at the start of sixth year Bugs and Orion learn that they were going to get married after graduation but Wally wanted to keep it a secret (yk bc of Effie) so they did. after graduation they just both ghosted everyone and get married. (bc they thought it would less hurt that way) Monty, Lyall and Effie learned it in the daily prophet. And they were really chocked and felt betrayed mostly Effie.

So years pass Effie falls in love w/ Monty and Lyall w/ Hope (lyall and monty were tgthr n had an healthy brake up) so eventually James and Remus came in the picture so does Sirius and Regulus on the other side. the kids go to hogwarts they met and befriended (BUGS IS A GOOD MOM) so when Sirius went to Potters for the first time Effie was so chocked she almost cried so did Wally when she met James. They both eventually find a way to not see each other bc they knew they wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Years pass (again) and jegulus/wolfstar eventually happen. AND that’s at one of the wedding that Walburga and Euphemia met again for the first time after years (26 maybe) and yk they’re not in love anymore…but they still hold a big place in each other’s heart. So they just befriended again and became besties !!!! (total menace duo)

So in the end Harry and Ted got to grow up with they’re grandmas Gigi and Fifi

okay that’s it thx for listening guys !!! ✨💗

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🌻So guys…. To celebrate this !!!!🌻

You’re getting surprises !!!!!! (little one shots that I planed)

HAHAHAH I’M SO EXCITED !!!!!

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Tagging my moots !!!! : @wifeofdevil @black-potter-danvers @sternenleserin @ur-lil-bunny @creaturre @artemislosthunter @fuckboyregulus @elder-millennial-trash @if-i-were-a-villain @aithusarosekiller @espressopatronum454 @dr-james-potter @saphire-me @sarahsedserio @aureusprongs @littlequeers @lily-the-ravenclaw @lorenzo-the-dummy @minaaddams @dis-weird-person @deadgay-wizards @theoretically-theo @whatsorryiwasntlistening @annapoofle @regulusb14ck @romanticvampire @eyp-is-covered-in-mud-and-blood @siriusly-fruity @greenalienwookie and I may have forgot a lot of you guys !!!! But I love you all !!! Bc it wouldn’t have been possible without you !!! 💗✨💗✨💗✨💗✨💗✨💗✨💗✨💗

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My #1 post of 2022

soooo can someone explain to me WHY the fuck did we kept Ted as wolfstar’s kid’s name bc I like it’s a really cute name but it doesn’t makes sense to me

bc ok Harry as jegulus or even rosestarkillerchaser kid awesome and the name Harry as nothing specific to do w/ lily so it’s alright and it’s cute

luna as pandalily same nothing special to Xenophilius….. I think, tell me if I’m wrong tho

so why did the whole fandom decided to keep Ted as his name like it’s literally Tonk’s dad’s name so why !! bc if he’s wolfstar’s and tonk isn’t in the picture….????? It does not make sense to me !!!!

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Heartbreak Led me Back to You | E.M

Chapter 6 | It’s Always Been You

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary | You and Eddie were childhood friends, best friends even. When your life changes drastically you run away from Hawkins, leaving Eddie and Wayne without a goodbye. But when things go wrong she has no choice but to go back, a second chance for the two to finally admit their feelings.

Warnings | (18+ MINORS GO AWAY) Adult Themes that some may find upsetting, mentions of abuse, alcohol/drug abuse, swearing, angst, sexual references and smut, which i grazed over because it’s my first time writing it like ever. Pls let me know if I missed anything x

A/N | Sorry it’s definitely been a while, the past month have been rough. But yall lovely comments made me want to finish this single chapter that has taken me far too long to finish and is probably a hot mess x

Taglist | @haylaansmi, @aedicn, @kimmi-kat, @lil-quinnie @thirddeadlysin (if you would like to be added to the series taglist lemme know x)

White lace curtains splayed the rosy sunlight over the soft white bed sheets, as it crept up towards your face as the sun moved in the sky. Your cheeks grow a warm shade of pink, reacting to the sudden heat.

A soft padder crept towards the closed bedroom door, its creaking echoed through the empty home. Your eyes squinted awake at the sound invading your quiet morning, a gentle giggle coming from behind you. Smiling, you stifled your own laugh so as to not stop your son from whatever scheme he was planning.

There was a dip on the opposite side of where you laid on the bed, a grunt from Chris trying to get up onto the bed on his own. If you weren’t pretending to sleep right now you would roll over and lift him up into your arms, like the two of you would most mornings.

Eventually he made it onto the mattress beside you and pounced onto your frame, feigning surprise you let out a shriek. “You scared me!” Menacing laughter filled the room as your son seemed extremely satisfied with himself, his smile was enough to make you happy no matter what time he would wake you. “Do you remember what today is?” You sang into Christopher's cheek, wrapping your arms around his middle, giving you perfect access to pepper kisses along his cheek.

Happy squeals filled your ears, a small happy moment that you could look back on when he grew too big to let you do this anymore. “Yes Mummy! It’s Grandpa Wayne’s birthday.” He laughed, dropping his head on your chest. “Y’know what it means don’t you?”

“Pancakes!” Christopher screamed happily, making you chuckle. It was what you always did for birthdays, in Pittsburgh it was sacred to have pancakes for breakfast. Something the Munsons introduced to you, a very long time ago. Because even when there was no money for a present, little things like making your favorite pancakes was how they showed each other that they cared– and you wanted to return the favour.

“Mum, is Uncle Wayne going to put chocolate in my pancakes?”

“Well I guess you're going to have to ask him.” He was, matter of fact, he bought a whole bag of them just because you mentioned Chris liked them, and even on his birthday he still wanted to spoil Christopher.

Opening the door, Chris handed you the present the two of you had carefully picked before running up behind Wayne and wrapping his arms around his legs. “Happy birthday!” His voice muffled against Wayne's shirt, who couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

Letting out a grunt he picked up the boy, the two of them having their own conversation. You watched as the older man strenuously starred as your son excitedly explained how you helped him pick out the ‘perfect present.’

“Mummy, the present!” Chris attempted to whisper, which was futile but you handed the unwrapped ‘best grandpa’ mug into his small hands, letting him give it to Wayne. You tried your hardest to ignore the guilt for the fact that you kept this from Wayne for years. He definetly deserved more than a novelty mug.

“Thank you darling, this is the best gift an old man could ask for.” Wayne had put Chris down and made his way to engulf you in a tight embrace. “Sorry it took so long.”

“No matter, you're here now. I can rest easy.” He placed a gentle peck on your forehead before moving his hand up to rustle your hair. Not being a stickler for sharing emotions, typical man.

Letting them two be, you decided to make your way down the hallway to a familiar bedroom. Before you even managed to walk through the doorframe you managed to trip over a dirty shirt that found its way to the floor, some things just never change.

“Jesus Eddie, your cleaner take the day off or something?” Picking up a pile of dirty clothes you lugged them into your arms and dropped them all on top of the lump on the bed that was Eddie. He grumbled with annoyance, pushing the clothes off of him. “Nah she’s right here.” He mumbled into his pillow, clearly still tired and grumpy.

“Oh come on you big baby, don’t make me call Chris to wake you up.” You whispered into his ear, his frizzy morning curls tickling your face as you do so. He turned around, mortified. Remembering the loud child squeal and pain in his back from being jumped on. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t tempt me.” You sang, no mercy in your voice. That was until his calloused hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you into the bed. Landing on top of Eddie with a soft ‘ooft’, his arms wrapped around your middle tightly, no room for escape. “Alright, let me go, you menace.”

“And let you leave? No way, who knows what evil is lurking out those doors.”

“I reckon we're safe, don’t think anything else is getting through that mountain of mess.” You joked, but being sincere, this boy sure was a pig at times. But you guess that was just a part of Eddie that made him Eddie.

“Mummy! Mummy!” Chris screamed as he ran into Eddie's room, startling him in the process. Eddie then released you from his grip, letting you fall beside him on the bed. “Chris what is it?” You returned his excitement, ignoring the grumbles coming from the man beside you. Eddie’s wild mane was fuzzy from his deep sleep, sticking out all over the place. The sight of it made Chris laugh. “Mummy, Daddy’s here!”

You froze at the mention of your son's father, and by the lack of movement coming from behind you, you figured Eddie felt the same. Turning over your shoulder, he matched your concerned eyes, not before giving your hand a tight reassuring squeeze.

Looking out the kitchen window you saw his car parked out by your trailer, he was actually here?

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the ache in your chest, was it anger? Fear? Or were you glad he was here? Mm, very reluctant on the latter.

“Y’alright?” Wayne’s eyes softened, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You nodded, knowing that if you spoke, your words would fail you. The sound of the door shutting behind you startled Michael where he stood by his car, turning around to face you, amusement on his face. “Should’ve known you’d be over there.”

“What are you doing Michael?” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders as you walked towards him. He scoffed at you, “I’m doing what you told me to remember?” God he was so condescending. “You couldn’t wait to do this any other day?”

“Oh I’m sorry, does today not work for you?” He mocked, slamming a flat hand on the top of his car.

‘Your not the only person who is busy Michael!’ A previous argument, a long time ago, first of many between the two of you. Because heaven forbid he has to work around someone else’s schedule. “Jesus Christ– we’re celebrating a birthday, and no- it’s not your sons in case you forgot.”

“Just– Can I just get what I came for? Then I’ll piss off and you never have to deal with me.” He seethed, trying not to react, that would be a first, doesn’t want to perform in front of an audience. “Fine.” You sighed, turns out he wasn’t even here to see Chris, this was going to break his heart.

Michael followed behind you as you walked towards your trailer, walking in and shutting the door behind the both of you. Eddie did not like this one bit, he could feel the rage boiling over as he stood by the door and watched you disappear into your home. “Just leave it boy.” Wayne sighed, knowing exactly what Eddie was thinking- because he was thinking it too. But instead chose to turn his attention to Chris, who sat at the table waiting to be handed his pancakes, his attention span shortening and forgetting all about his Dad’s arrival.

But Eddie couldn’t just leave it, not after knowing all the horrible things he did to you- no way.

Back at your trailer, you leaned against the kitchen counter and picked up the pile of paperwork that Michael so desperately wanted. As you held them in your hand your eyes wandered to a particular photo of you and Christopher, one of you holding him not long after he was born. You remembered the tears that fell from your husband's face as you took a photo of you and your newborn son. Tears tried to form but you pushed them back down, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting him see you cry. “I don’t know how you can do this Michael, divorcing me? Sure I get that, but Chris I– he’s just a boy Michael, he’s your son.” You looked up at him, for the first time in a long while, there was no malice in your voice, no venomous eyes leering at him. Simply asking, how he could leave him behind.

“Jesus Y/N, I’m not doing this with you alright?” Michael bit back, snatching the paper right out of your hand. You gasped softly, hiding the fact that his sudden harsh movements made you jump.

“Well when Michael? When he’s twenty one and he's an adult that you can get drunk in a bar with?”

“Y/N.” He seethed, his eyes sending you a warning glare. Almost challenging you, but today you had enough. He had no power over you anymore. “And just so you know, this was probably for the best. I mean Eddie’s done more for Chris in a few months than you have his entire life.” This made Michael's head snap back at you, “You're letting that freak near him?” He growled, his large frame sauntered towards you, making you step back till your back hit the counter. “Yeah I am, you kicked us out remember?”

‘Fuck!’ Eddie yelled and whispered to himself as he walked in circles in his room. His hands vibrated with anger, knuckles white while trying to rake through his knotty hair. He felt so angry.

At Michael, for coming along after the two of you had really started getting close again. Then he decides to show up and ruin everything. And god– he was angry at you too, for stopping him.

All the shit that asshole put you through and you defended him. It didn’t make any sense to him. He grimaced from the pain on his face, his now split lip stung reminding him of the fight with Michael that left it there.

‘What do you mean what is wrong with me, I help you and I get yelled at.’ Eddie was too busy grumbling and remembering your argument to notice you leaning in the doorway. “You done?” Your eyebrow raised inquisitively at him, but there was no amusement in your voice. More of a ‘I’m too tired for this shit’ tone, one that Eddie didn’t like to be on the receiving end of.

Your sudden presence made Eddie straighten up to look at you, you looked exhausted. Spending the last few hours trying to reassure your son that everything was okay had really taken it out of you. Though he was asleep now so you could spend the afternoon trying to figure out what to tell him.

“Well whenever you're done with whatever it is you're doing, I have a first aid kit at home.”

And with that, you were gone, leaving Eddie to stand in the middle of his room like an idiot. “Boy, you better get going over there and fix this.” Wayne called out from the kitchen, making Eddie let out a frustrated groan. He knew that he needed to fix this, he never liked it when things were tense between the two of you. You could be really nasty when you were angry.

There was a heavy silence, the slammed cupboard doors almost made Eddie jump. He knows you're mad at him, hell he’s mad at himself. But he also knew that if the situation called for it, he would do it again. Your heavy footsteps ascended down the hallway, back to the small round dining table where Eddie sat with an ice pack on his cheek. You eventually let out a huff before standing in between in his now open lap, assessing the wounds.

Your home was devoid of all the warmth you had spent months creating. Everything you had built crumbled down the second Michael waltzed his way into the trailer park. Crushing his newly polished boots into the dirt as he did the same with what little strength you had left. Eddie could see the emptiness in your eyes, the resemblance in them to someone who has no more fight left in them. It simply broke his heart, never in his life had he seen you look so defeated. Considering everything that life had thrown at you, you kept going.

“Let me see.” Your voice was flat, bringing your attention to Eddie’s face, waiting for him to move his hand holding the ice pack out the way. The cut just above his eyebrow was still bleeding, you simply couldn’t hold back the sigh that left your mouth.

Eddie’s eyes bored into you, watching you as your own eyes ghosted his– too busy attending to the cuts on his face. His hand snaked up to brush against the outer edge of your thigh, simply just needing to touch you. “Y/N?” Eddie’s voice was a soft whisper, if you weren’t inches away from him you may not have heard him.

“This is going to sting” You warned, ignoring him before gently dabbing the rubbing alcohol on his skin. Eddie grimaced at the sting near his eye, or maybe it was the fact that you continued to work on his face rather than talking to him. Like he could give a shit, a cool scar would be pretty metal. “C’mon Y/N, talk to me please.” He pleaded, moving out of your grasp so he could focus on you, your face was unreadable. For the first time, he didn’t know how to approach you.

“What do you want me to say Eddie.” You scoffed ridiculously at the boy in front of you. “Do you want me to lie and say that I’m not really pissed off.” Your cheeks reddened in anger as your voice got louder. “No, god I expect you to be mad at me. I just want to know how to fix this.”

“Well you stop doing stupid shit like this for one! I can’t have Chris growing up thinking this is normal Eddie.”

“I know, I do. it’s just, when I saw him standing over you like that I just got– so angry.” You watched him carefully, his knuckles turning white just at the memory of this morning's events. Then suddenly it all made sense, it wasn’t a boost in ego to kick Michaels ass. No, it was all for you. Your face softened at the thought, you took the seat beside you and moved to sit before him. Letting your hand snake up to his tense ones, softening at the contact. “I’m okay Eddie, he can’t hurt me anymore.”

“That’s not the point Y/N, this all could have been avoided if I just told you how I felt.” Eddie whispered, mainly talking to himself but you definitely caught it.

“Tell me what Eddie?”

“How I wanted to kick Michaels ass that night when you two were at the lake. I wanted to tell you that I loved you, that you didn’t have to leave me. That I would take care of you. And I regretted it every single day, because I missed out.”

“Eddie.” You let out a shuddered breath, no words could fall out of your mouth. He felt the same way, this whole time. Suddenly you became self aware how close the two of you were, lips ghosting one another.

“C’mon princess, I gotta know if you feel the same.” Eddie pleaded, moving forward as he cupped your cheeks in his hand. It felt like your heart was going to stop, you never thought you would hear the day where Eddie told you he loved you. Sure you had dreamed of the day, but actually hearing him say it made your knees weak. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

That was all Eddie needed to hear, before he latched his lips on yours. This time the kiss was exceptionally different, hungry lips were glued to yours. Unlike the time you shared in your room,

Your arms wrapped around his neck, letting his brown curls tickle your skin.

Eddie’s hand latched onto the back of your head, tugging your hair as he pulled your mouth harder onto his. “Should’ve done this when I had the chance.” Eddie breathed against your mouth, taking short breaths. 'Y'know I would’ve let you too.” You moaned at the sensation pooling down to your core as his mouth began trailing down to your neck. His teeth, nicking the sensitive skin and then peppering kisses on the bruising skin.

A quiet squeal erupts from you as two large hands grip onto the back of your legs and pull you into Eddie's lap. His erection poked through his jeans against your entrace as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. You thanked yourself for wearing your loose sundress in accordance with the warm weather, only your thin material separating you from Eddie's growing member.

“How about you get rid of these pants, pretty boy?” You breathed out in between wet kisses. Eddie swore he was about to explode, in his pants literally. He complies quickly, his hands clumsily unzip his jeans and shimmies them down past his thighs, your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. Your mouth agape as you take in his size, ignoring the ache in between your legs.

“This alright?” Eddie whispered, pulling you even further onto his lap till your chests were flushed against each other, Eddie’s erection throbbing against your soaked underwear. “Can feel how wet you are sweetheart.”

“Eddie, please.” You groaned out into his mouth, your entire body was begging for him.

Your body silently begging for his

“What do you need sweetheart?” His large fingers trailed down your thighs to where they met in between your legs, pulling the thin material to the side as he grazed your folds. A small gasp erupts from you, your hands tightening as they dig into his shoulders.

“N-need you Eddie.” Whining into him, your chest heaved in anticipation as he wasted no time lifting you up to line you up with his bright red tip. “Oh fuck babe, you feel so good.” Eddie’s head fell back as he pushed your hips flush onto his, burying himself deep inside you.

As soon as you sat flush on his thighs you felt him twitch inside you, instinctively you rolled your hips teasingly on him, his fingertips bruising your skin as he helped guide you. “Holy shit Eddie.” You gasped as the tip of his cock hit all the right places, a tight knot forming in the bottom of your stomach. “Yeah you getting close?” Eddie let out a shuddered breath as he felt your walls clench around him, feeling his own orgasm roll in.

Your breathing resorts to shallow pants as you near your high, your fingers digging into his skin as you gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, you doubted your ex-husband had ever made you feel this good.

Your eyes shot open at the brief mention of Michael, but he wasn’t here, he wasn’t the one behind the poetic moans in your ear. It was Eddie. He was the one making you feel this good, the glistening body from the sheer layer of sweat was his. Eddie had always been the one to make you feel better, you were okay with him.

“Fuck, you're tightening up.” He moans, eyes infatuated with how your pussy dripped with his cock plunging in and out of you, “you close, baby?” All you could do was nod in response, too busy focusing on the sound of skin slapping as Eddie guided your hips in the air so he could push you back down, allowing his cock to go even deeper.

Your legs quivered, your pussy clenching on Eddie’s cock as he continued to push you on to him relentlessly. “Shit sweetheart, you close?”

“Please Eddie, keep going right there- please.” His curly locks tangled in your fingers as you gripped onto them tightly, a quiet moan escaping from the both of you. “Y-yeah alright, I’ll take care of you.” His hot breath in your ears sent shivers down your spine.

Eventually, the pressure got too much, the knot in your stomach suddenly unravelling. Turning you into a whimpering, blubbering mess that quivered on Eddie’s lap. Your pussy clenching on him mercilessly. Eddie gave in then too, barely able to keep himself together, harder than ever as his cock sat deep inside you, throbbing for release. Your own orgasm sending him over the edge. You pressed your face to the crook of his neck as your hips twitched, your entire body became rigid against his as Eddie continued to fuck his hips up into you. Gasping at how tight you got around him, his arms wrapped themselves around your waist to hold you to him as he came.

The two of you laid limp on one another, moments passed before either of you spoke, simply regaining your breath. You let out a content sigh, Eddie’s hands softened from your waist as he curled his fingers along your spine. His free hand reaches up to cup your chin to tilt your face up towards his, bringing your mouth to his for a soft open mouth kiss. "You're so pretty," he blurted out, moaning into your mouth.

It was at this moment your eyes shot open when you realised the situation you were in, did you actually do this? You had thought about this moment for so long, you were worried that you were going to wake up and it was all going to be a dream.

"What on your lap?" You smirked, cocking a teasing eyebrow at him. "N-no, well yes," he dragged as a devilish smirk appeared on his mouth. “But I mean it though, you really are beautiful.” You returned him with a chaste kiss on his plump red lips, grinning from ear to ear.

You hadn’t felt this happy with him in such a long time, it felt like this was how it was meant to be. The two of you tangled in each other, sweaty limbs clung to each other as both of your chests heaved. Eddie’s eyes softened as he combed his long fingers through your hair, tucking the strands behind your ear.

“I meant everything that I said by the way.”

“So did I.”

#eddie fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic smut #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn

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5, 6, 16, 17, and 50 :3c

5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

no. I used to, but my cat is a MENACE!! who tries to ATTACK THEM and will tear them up (despite having pLENTY of soft toys to play with. smh. its like..she cant tell the difference between 'soft toy she is allowed to chew' and 'soft toy that is MINE'...cat sized brain -_-...) so now the stuffed animals stay on the Shelf or Dresser, and I simply cuddle my cat like she is a little baby when its sleeping time instead. and shes gotta accept it bc shes the reason i do not have plushies on the bed anymore....take responsibility miss zilla....😤

6. Do you prefer drawing or writing?

ohhh hard question. it rly depends on my mood ngl. I love doing both! I ...think if I HAD to pick. I'd choose writing actually... its a bit less time consuming and easier lately. this answer could change in a week tho :")

16. Want any tattoos? What of?

yeah!! I already have one I lowkey wanna get removed bc it was impulsive and im bored of it LMAO but id wanna replace it with a birth of venus tribute, and I kinda want one sleeve thats ocean + nature themed, and one sleeve that's...vaguely rococo themed with lil tributes to other stuff I love too (omg a lil cinnamoroll tat would b so cute, possibly some pokemon and a lil masha too??) and I have HAD a tmm tat concept sketched out forever but it'd be a bigger piece, so im not sure WHERE id get it on my body, possibly...a chest/collar area placement would be ideal.... hm. also ive always wanted a lil something around my ankle, maybe a floral piece or smth. or a lil dragon around my ankle for poor 17 yr old me who threw a FIT over not being allowed to get a tat at that age HAHA shout-out to them bc that was funny asf looking back. anyway YES I want more tats but Money u know. :")

17. Want any piercings? Where?

look I respect and love the way they look on other ppl but No none for me. i used to have my ears pierced but let them grow in. im lowkey very anxious/paranoid that if I got any piercings someone would try to fight me and Rip Them Out and its very irrational but very Scary to think abt. (or that theyd be around my mouth and get caught on food and id swallow them or smth kjadsfhkj) my paranoia simply Wont Allow it. But again. they are VERY cool on other ppl, esp the more alternative/big ones!! i love to see em 🥺

50. Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

ohh wait does this question mean i..come up with a question for myself lol?? or am I misreading. anyway im choosing to make this question 'what drawings are u working on rn' bc I want to Ramble abt that. I am CURRENTLY working on (4) diff magical girl drawings bc im putting together a mini magical girl zine + coloring book :) im having fun!! and should be posting previews within the next week or so if all goes according to schedule.... after I finish that I also want to draw a blue knight + ichigo drawing with some cute redesigns I did forever ago hehe :3 very excited for tmmn s2.....aaaaa they are so cute im literally like...getting so happy just seeing screenshots and new fanart of them i love them sm.....

tysm for asking jace!!!! <333

#sanchoyoanswersasks #if i misunderstood the last q pls hit me with a comically large cartoon hammer like BONK

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HA! See? I made the post! Shipping with the goblin not-quite-fairy-but-close doctor!!!!! this is gonna be quite a post, but I love thinking about my girlie so ^^.

A few things to begin

minors please dni, just,,,don't

Platonic shipping is soooo welcome!! Friends friends friends! Maeve is a goblin with terrible social skills but I LOVE friendship stuff, I just love writing and reading and AUGH <3 it is ALWAYS WELCOME. She's very protective and it's always good to have a short but incredibly scary woman in your corner <3

In mind with that, I do reserve the right to say no/make something platonic if I feel it fits better!

Subject to be changed and updated, I started this late at night with a headache so its gonna be a mess lol (as is everything of mine <3)

SFW and NSFW under the cut lovelies <3

SFW:

Maeve is a 28 year old bisexual cis woman. She was(is) a bit of a whore, but she is open to dating anyone and everyone (within reason of course)!!!

Flirty little menace who doesn't get flustered by standard things. Say you'll love and care for her for all your days and you'll good and break her brain though. Sweet flirting makes her go all "ASKDJFHGHJDF" inside

Blushes with her entire being. Her freckles glow when she's turned on or flustered, that paired with a flush climbing to the tips of her ears and down to her collarbones and you've got quite the picture

Lives for flustering other people, she gets scarily determined and is pre-tty good at figuring it out. She loooves watching people melt

So, she's just good at reading people. Likes making mental notes

Can't cook for shit. Like at all. Ever. It's so bad. She can't taste much anymore either. Please. Please help her. Please I'm begging you

Definition of organized chaos. Has so many books and notepads and they're a MESS (same with her house tbf) but she knows where every single one is

Touch starved. Like majorly. She'll melt into any touch. Hand holding makes her giddy. She'll glow intensely at little touches. All smily and everything

LOVES doing things for partners, even if she sucks. Need something built? She can't do that for shit but she can sure try! (she loves cleaning though, something about it is relaxing)

Will swordfight (or hand to hand fight) with you. Fights dirty (and flirty) it'll be a great time, I promise

She's very smooth in the way she talks. Uses big words. Has a slight accent, VERY apparent when she's emotional (usually excited or furious). good sweet talker tho

Loves spending time with people and making them things! She loves to do anything with her hands, so don't be surprised if you have a shirt or two with something sweet embroidered on it or a new piece of clothing she made during quiet moments in the clinic

She loves dates and doing something exciting, but downtime where she can just be quiet with someone? She loves it a bit more. Just reading with (or to) someone or napping in a sunbeam, she adores it

(she loves bubble baths. And if she's REALLY comfy with someone she'll let them wash/brush/style her hair. She doesn't let just anyone near her hair like that)

Oh and she has a bat who is a total asshole to most people. Love you Tehi you little menace <3

NSFW:

Switch vers. Prefers top/being a dom but in the right case with the right person she'll bottom/be a sub

LOVES giving oral. Gets off on watching her partner melt into a puddle. A little shy about receiving but warm her up to it and she loves it

She has a collection of toys and is not afraid to use them

Magic in the bedroom is on the table and encouraged!

She glows brighter when turned on! She thinks its embarrassing but when you fluster her GOOD its adorable

Veeeeeeery quiet most of the time. She'll make tiny lil sounds but she's generally not very loud. (though...sometimes she can wake an entire neighborhood if ur lucky 👀)

LOVES being marked and marking. Gets off on seeing her partner all marked up because of her as well as being marked up by a partner. She preens a bit

.......and hair pulling. She'll tug on a partner's hair and if she trusts ya, lets you tug on hers. She LOVES it

Very open and into kink!

Also willing to experiment, as long as its not a hard no she'll be open to trying it out (and possibly loving it!)

She's into bondage, sensory dep., temperature play, brat taming (loves being the tamer), dom/sub (esp being dom), primal, denial, has an exhibitionist streak

Not everything has to be kink though, she's happy as long as her partner is <3

Hard nos are any kinds of choking, scat and piss, age play, humiliation

She loves dressing up. Makes her own stuff as well so she can tailor it to what her partner likes. Loves when they dress up too <3

Aftercare is so so so important to her!!! Talk to her! Cuddles! She can't cook for ANYTHING but she'll bring you fruit or a snack. She wants to care for her partners, so she'll be total mother hen after. Cleaning up while showering her partner in praise and kisses before running her hands through their hair while they snuggle!

eaughhhhhhhhhhh I think that's all?? At least what I can remember??? I'll update as I go lol. But here's a semi coherent guide to shipping with the cretore (who I love)

#maeve #spice #spicy #shipping guide #LOOK AT THIS GOBLIN #I love her #ah my lil lady who says she wont catch feelings but will continue #to do so #I love her so so much #this will be subjected to updates!#thank you for reading :D <3 #this was made bc every time I see a moots oc I froth at the mouth #LOVE YOU GUYS

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