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imfinereallyy · 2 days

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I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) pt. 4

part 1 part 2 pt. 3

this one i am excited for, i hope you guys like it...

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February 1991, Chicago

Robin has a particular hatred for winter rain. It’s cold, damp and makes everything grey. She doesn't mind the rain in the summer—where it makes everything smell fresh and makes all the greens look bright.

Winter rain, though? Belongs in a circle of hell.

Admittedly, it's more than the way the downpour chills her to the bone. It's always a bad omen, a sign of what's to come. Most people find her paranoid, except Steve. He always nods his head in understanding; Robin can't tell if it's because he just understands her or because the winter rain makes his bones ache.

Robin shakes the water out of her hair as she walks up the steps to her apartment with Steve and Eddie. The bad feeling in her stomach doesn't ease up, creeping further and further up her throat until she worries she might choke on it. She takes her time going up the six flights of stairs, taking deep breaths, convincing herself that everything is fine and it's all in her head.

By the time she makes it to the door, Robin feels lighter.

Pushing through the doorway, Robin lets a small smile rest on her lips as her eyes look around to see who's home.

Her eyes land on Steve, head in his hands, shoulders shaking.

It's then she notices Steve is home, but Eddie isn't.

Steve lifts his head, tears in his eyes. "He's gone, Robs. Eddie left."

The rain could eat shit. Fuck.

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June 1996, Chicago

Robin waits until Steve leaves and a few minutes extra before making her way into the living room.

She knows the bastard is still here; Robin saw it coming from a mile away.

Trudging towards the couch in Steve's boxers and what she is sure is her ex-girlfriend's t-shirt, Robin smacks Eddie upside the head.

Hard.

"Ow! What the fuck, Buckley?" Eddie squirms, rubbing his head with a pout.

"Oh, shut it, Munson. You know that a slap is the least of your worries. You better believe something on you will be broken by the time you leave again." Robin huffs, her face going red.

Eddie sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Will you at least come talk to me before you cause me more bodily harm?" He pats the spot on the couch next to him like it isn't Robin's fucking couch.

Robin begrudgingly decides he's right and plops down next to him with a glare. "Trust me, Munson. We will be doing plenty of talking. And by we, I mean me."

"Don't you want to hear my sid—Ow! Birdie, for the love of god, stop hitting me." Eddie rubs his arm.

"No."

"No you won't hear me out, or no you won't stop hitting me?"

Robin levels him with a look so vicious that she is almost certain if he holds eye contact any longer, he will be set on fire.

Eddie's shoulder's slump, "Right."

Robin huffs through her nose, trying to fight back a smile. She will not crack around this idiot, even if torturing him brings her a special kind of joy. "Munson, unless the reason was 'if you didn't leave, Steve was going to die,' then you don't have a good reason."

A small smile makes its way onto Eddie's face, and Robin lightly slaps his knee. "Why are you smiling? You don't get to smile right now."

Eddie deosn't even flinch, "Nothing, it's just you specified Steve dying, and not the two of you or anyone else. Like Steve dying would be the issue. It's nice to see some things never change."

"You see that's where you're wrong, Munson." Robin gets really close in his face, "We've only gotten worse."

Eddie's smile is a full-blown grin now. Robin can't help but be a little charmed.

If Robin is honest with herself, and Steve encourages her to do so more often, she really misses Eddie. Despite her being angry at him, she's happy to have him here to be angry at. But once she's over that, she will be kicking him the fuck out of their apartment.

Something twisted lands in Robin's stomach as she makes her way back into her spot on the couch. Eddie doesn't get it that he left them. He left not just Steve but Robin, too. They were best friends, and suddenly, he's gone.

And on top of that, Robin had to watch Steve crumble, and it just isn't something she thinks she can ever get over.

For years, Robin watched Steve pick himself up over and over again. Resilient, brave, and sometimes a little stupid. That's her Steve. But after Eddie left, she was worried that this time he wouldn't get back up.

She can't go through that again.

Unfortunately though, Robin fears she might need Eddie's fucking help with something.

These boys will be the death of her.

"No more smiling, Munson. This is serious." Robin clears her throat.

"Right." His grin slips off his face. "You were saying you wanted to do the talking?"

Robin looks to the doorway, nervous. As if Steve is going to walk through any moment, despite not leaving all that long ago. She just knows how dates with Drew go. Sometimes Steve will come home early, frustrated and quiet, closed off in ways she hasn't seen in a long time. Other times he won't come home for days, Drew deciding he needed some alone time with Steve.

Robin isn't sure which she hates more.

She shakes her head, knowing she is being unreasonable—not on the hating Drew part (which is really what it is, down to its core) but on Steve coming back early. No matter what happens between Steve and Drew, Robin knows he is dreading coming back to this apartment with Eddie in it or, even worse, with Eddie gone.

"You're going to help me."

Eddie's eyebrows furrow, and Robin almost expects him to question it, to demand answers. Instead, he surprises her. "Okay, what do you need?"

Robin takes a deep breath, "We need to get Steve out of a bad relationship."

Worry falls over Eddie's face, "Is he okay? What happened? Is she hurting him?"

Ah. Robin forgot about that part. Eddie doesn't exactly know about Steve's sexuality. It isn't like the man isn't out—Steve has been out to their friends for years now—but it feels wrong to tell Eddie without consulting Steve yet.

She is going to have to work around it.

"Steve's...fine." Robin doesn't reall know actually. Lately, it's been like pulling teeth trying to get him to talk about Drew. She fucking hates that man. "He's unhappy, though. This person isn't good for him, and I think me saying it isn't enough."

Eddie rubs a hand down his face, "And how am I supposed to help that? Steve doesn't exactly want me around." His arms gesture towards the room in a dramatically flair.

Oh, this silly, silly man, Robin thinks. Unfortunately, he's exactly what Robin needs—more specifically, what Steve needs.

"True."

"Okay, hurtful."

Robin waves him off, "I'm not going to lie to you, Munson. We are both pissed at you. But I am worried about Steve. And I care more about him than I am angry at you. Despite all the shit you did, he cares about you. Because this is Steve. He cares a whole lot and gives a whole bunch without expecting anything. And he deserves better. And I think—no, I know, if he has two of his oldest friends showing him that, maybe he'll listen."

Robin fails to mention that regardless of how this plan goes, she will have her revenge on Eddie, to, ya know, even the score.

Eddie huffs through his nose, "Okay. Of course, I'll help. Besides, I was already planning on sticking around. I don't want to run away, not this time."

"Good." Robin lets a small smile slip onto her face, "Besides, you're a terrible athlete. Don't know why you insist on trying."

A dry laugh escapes Eddie, "Wow, thanks, Bridie. Missed you too."

Robin pushes him playfully. "If you're gonna stick around, maybe I'll hear you out, Eddie. But not now. Not yet. Don't know if this going to be long term; consider this a temporary truce."

Robin expects him to whine and contest it, but instead, Eddie looks delighted. "You called me Eddie."

Robin groans, "Don't ruin it."

Eddie grabs her hand, their rings clanking against each other, and gives it a squeeze. "Sorry, no take backs."

Robin says nothing, but squeezes back.

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all-my-friends-were-glorious · 2 years

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OZIAS “OZZY” MAKOWSKI

The Gift

“Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.” - Thomas A Kempis

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Ozias Makowski

Nicknames: Ozzy

Faceclaim: Ronnie Radke

Age: 15

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Pansexual Polygamous

Height: 6′1″

Weight: 244lbs

Birthday: December 31st

Sign: Capricorn

Occupation: Student; Student Council President

JERICHO

Jericho is Ozzy’s familiar, a Black-Headed Python. He can be very temperamental, and even lashes out at Ozzy for his rash decision-making. While he is not particularly old considering the lifespan of a vampire’s familiar, he feels like an old man having to corral an uppity teenager. He’ll bite Ozzy for any reason, mostly to get him to behave. If he is with Ozzy, he is usually draped around him like a dramatic feather boa, though he has a nice enclosure at home. He dislikes Dirge very much and wishes she would leave him alone. However, he is fond of Zen and thinks he does a good job tempering Ozzy, provided he doesn’t become an overeager follower into whatever shenanigans his partner gets into.

QUICK FACTS

Ozzy is the older son of Ryder and Ris. Warlord!Verse Mike, AJ, and Ike are his biological grandparents, and he has a rather large family through the half-siblings of his parents. Zeke is his little brother, who he cannot stand. He has one half-sibling through Ryder with Aster.

While he is a year older than him, Zen is his best friend, and the person that knows him the most intimately. Ris has referred to him on more than one occasion as Ozzy’s most ardent disciple.

Ozzy is the first naturally born hybrid of two of the Canadian-Vampire hybrids that Mike set into motion to create super soldiers for his war. Due to his parents being Ryder and Ris respectively, he is considered higher than the rest, as well. Ris has always been a thing of hubris, as has Ryder, and they passed this on to their rather self-indulgent son.

Ris considers Ozzy a miracle, even though he knows that his parents would not think so. Ozzy’s birth was half of the reason he opted not to look for a way home, because he knew that he and Ryder were not meant to have a family.

Ozzy will absolutely sass his dad, and enjoys their banter. However, he refuses to sass his mother, and if Ris tells him to do something, he does it immediately. Ris only puts up with being sassed by Ryder, though that usually ends in things Ozzy doesn’t like to think about.

He has a hard time telling himself ‘no,’ and typically will only begin to temper himself when Zen has spoken into existence the need for it. He trusts Zen to know when he’s begun crossing lines, even if he doesn’t always enjoy having to back off of things.

While Prim sees it as a simple dislike of one another, Ozzy takes his every breath as a deep offense to his own inerrant existence. He sees them as rivals at the very least, and always seeks to show up and outdo him in anything possible. This included sniping the Student Council elections by using his vampiric powers of suggestion to secure his win the day the ballots were passed around. Zen assured him that he shouldn’t need to, and typically Ozzy would have believe him, but there are few and far between times when he doesn’t trust Zen on Prim-related matters, as the two are half-brothers.

Despite being friends with Tiff, and by extension at least aware of their brother, he has a distaste for both of their parents. His mother has never let go of the rivalry and hatred he had for Leslie for a vast majority of his life, and it has transferred down to Ozzy. He tries to keep things to himself, and for the most part just talks a big game, but has divulged to Zen that if he had the chance, he’d deliver Leslie to his mother on a silver platter. Zen believes this stems from his drive to make his parents happy that quite commonly stresses him out a great deal.

Most, if not all, of the hangout sessions he has with his friends are held at their house, or Zen’s. Ozzy isn’t ashamed of his family, though he knows that both of his parents are more theatrical and likewise hateful than most people are prepared for. It doesn’t help that his closest friend is half human, and his next closest is Leslie’s child. As such, he’s more comfortable keeping his friends far away from his parents.

Ris often treats Ozzy as though he is some kind of Messiah, and Ozzy dislikes the idea of correcting him. While he lives for the praise and the ability to do whatever the fuck he wants, whenever the fuck he wants, to whoever the fuck he wants, the pressure of being something he doesn’t really think he is gets to him. It drives him to act out more than usual from time to time, and this usually ends in worse fights with Prim.

Ozzy does not often think his actions or words through very well, and often comes from a place of emotion rather than logic. He is very reactionary and easily offended, and quick to pick fights because of this. The best hope anyone has to keep him from leaping a table and attacking is that Zen will work his magic and keep him calm.

Ozzy met Zen during recess when he was in first grade and Zen was in Kindergarten. He inadvertently made Zen cry and, while he couldn’t figure out why, felt kind of bad about it. He walked the weird little kid home after school, talking the whole time while Zen listened and hung on his every word. They’ve been best friends ever since.

Ozzy is best friends with Zen, though he’s very close with Tiff, Harley, Torm, Titus, and Gatlin. He flirts with all of his friends, at least to some degree, except for Tiff. The first and last time he did, they broke his nose and dislocated his shoulder for it. Torm is also iffy, due to his preferences. Ozzy isn’t as awful to people he cares about, though he has a bad reputation.

Ris very ardently believes a stricter, more warped version of Catholicism, and that he is a prophet of sorts. He has a god complex, but does not necessarily see himself as God. While he is not entirely sure how Ozzy is important fully, he knows that he is important, and has imparted said god complex to his son. Ozzy believes himself to be a God, however, even if his mother isn’t quite sold on the idea.

Ris has actively tortured Ozzy, both mentally and physically, and usually only stops if Ozzy gives in to him completely, or Ryder stops him. Ozzy has quite a few triggers due to this, as well as CPTSD that he refuses to acknowledge because he is not allowed to be imperfect.

Ozzy is a polytheistic solipsist, and honestly believes that he and his friends are all Gods/Goddesses. Era comes and goes from the pantheon depending on if she’s hanging out with him or Prim.

Ozzy cannot stand his brother Zeke, though Zeke has been in love with him for a while. He will fight with him, verbally or physically, whenever his short fuse runs out. Once he falls in love with Zeke, he refuses to call his brother by his name.

Ozzy is simultaneously Theophobic and Theist, and dislikes most religious iconography while also having a lot to do with it. Other people discussing it really freaks him out and he will typically try and leave the conversation.

One way that he can control things is controlling his own self harm, and his way of choice is to consume dead blood. Not enough to really kill him, but enough to make him sick.

Ozzy can take the forms of a Horned Lark and a Bombay cat.

Headcanon Masterlist

TAGS LIST

This Reckless Decadence Is Taking Things A Little Too Far (Ozzy Makowski)

If Home Is Where My Heart Is Then My Heart Has Lost All Hope (Ozzy Musings)

Oh My Feels Just Like I Don't Try Look So Good I Might Die All I Know Is Everybody Loves Me (Ozzy Aesthetic)

I Like Your Viciousness I Like Your Sins I Like Your Viciousness It Gets Under My Skin (Ozzy Closet)

All My Friends Think You're Vicious And They Say You're Suspicious (Ozzy Headcanons)

I Will Never Tell A Tortured Soul They Are Burning By My Side That I Am A Sinner I Am A Savior I Am A Lie (Ozzy Journal Entries)

Is It OK If I Speak To You Today? You've Been Pissed Off For A Week Now (Jericho)

VERSES

TBD

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@bigbadwolfletthegamesbegin - Scott - And We'll Dance Inside The Song (Ozzy and Scott - Bigbadwolfletthegamesbegin)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Michael - I've Fallen Down My Nose Bleeding Badly I'm Where You Want Me I Know The Words (Ozzy and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Ryder - My Patience Is Waning Is This Entertaining? (Ozzy and Ryder - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Ric - Dear Hearts And Gentle People That Live And Love In My Hometown (Ozzy and Ric - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Asher - Night Falls In The Dream You Are Falling As Dark Lightens (Ozzy and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Ague - Tragedy! When You Lose Control And You Got No Soul (Ozzy and Ague - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Luca - I'm Marvelous Intelligent So Why Doesn't That Make Me Feel Better? (Ozzy and Luca - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Era - Her Lips Are Red And Her Hips Are Turning Heads (Ozzy and Era - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Gatlin - And You Know You Are A Paradox And You Contradict The Road You Walk (Ozzy and Gatlin - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@throughxthexmist - Tino - Hanging Out Where I Don't Belong Is Nothing New To Me (Ozzy and Tino - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist - Bastian - If I'm A Danger To Myself ust Think What I Would Do To You (Ozzy and Bastian - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist - Zeke - When We First Met You Were Fickle And Shallow But My Armour Was No Match For Your Poison Arrow (Ozzy and Zeke - ThroughxThexMist)

Here - Ris - I Play To Their Sympathies I Say The Sweetest Things To Command Their Empathy (Ozzy and Ris)

Here - Mags - That Was My Best Poker Face (Ozzy and Mags)

Here - Zen - I'm Fearless Now But It Cost My Soul (Zen and Ozzy)

Here - Tiff - Anything Can Be A Weapon If You’re Holding It Right (Ozzy and Tiff)

Here - Torm - Broke All The Rules Played All The Fools (Ozzy and Torm)

Here - Prim - Why Does Everybody Love You? They Don't Know Enough About You (Ozzy and Prim)

Here - How Could Something So Beautiful Turn Out So Fucking Deranged? (Zeke and Ozzy)

SHIPS

Here - Zen - So Tell The Gun To Sin Like An Angel With The Dirty Wings (Zen x Ozzy)

@throughxthexmist - Zeke - I've Got Another Confession To Make So Complicated Let Me Try To Explain (Zeke x Ozzy - ThroughxThexMist)

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 2 months

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thinkin about polite gaz being... not so polite when he realizes you're attracted to him.

not like you let it slip on purpose. he only catches on because he's teasing you and flirting with you and he gets playfully physical and pins you against a wall. he does not miss the way your breath catches in your throat or the way you flush. bit submissive, aren't you?

his attitude changes instantly. he bets you he could keep you pinned right there. hell, he bets he could pick you up, toss you over his shoulder if he wanted to. when you ask him (a bit too breathlessly) if he'd really do that, he smirks at you and says there are plenty of reasons he might have to pick you up. makes it easier to show you who's boss, yeah?

your face gets so hot you think you might actually pass out. you fucking bottom.

he leans in, getting closer this time so you can't shy away; you have no choice but to hear him clearly. "you think you could handle being thrown around?"

if it killed you, you would die happy.

"how about i just throw you into bed instead?"

please, you squeak out.

his eyes gleam and he chuckles. "say please again and it'll be the floor."

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he's not kidding about being able to pick you up either. or throw you. the moment he has a chance, he's definitely getting you into bed. and he's definitely enjoying how you squirm.

can i ask a favor of you? he asks, so politely, like he's not literally on top of you, pinning you down.

literally anything. you would do literally anything he asks.

"say please again. for me."

you stutter.

"you asked quite nicely for me to throw you. so if i ask, would you beg nicely for me to do other things?"

oh god. oh god. you're glad you're laying down, because you're sure your knees would give out if you were standing up.

when your brain reboots, you stumble over yourself to say yes, absolutely, please kiss me, please tear my clothes off, please hold me down and have your way with me--

god, he really likes that look on your face. he is really going to enjoy you.

"you really are an excitable little thing, aren't you?" he says, smirk widening as his hand traces along your hip.

is that bad? you ask him.

"it's really hot. almost makes me feel bad for everything i want to do to you."

no, please, don't feel bad, you tell him. you immediately shift, trying to press yourself up against his body. you want him to use you for everything he wants. everything.

"so eager. can't wait, can you?"

no, you can't. you'll die if you have to wait. you try and fail to reign yourself in and be so fucking needy. you fumble with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one by one, impatient and frustrated. he just smirks at you, letting you get yourself all worked up. just leans back and watches you, enjoying the sight.

when your mind catches up with what your hands are doing, you stall out on the last button. then, finally, he gives in and reaches forward to unhook it himself. then he yanks the whole shirt out of the way.

"good girl. god, you're cute when you're so red like that. you're really into this, aren't you?" his voice is sultry as his caress moves down to the button on your jeans. really just takes his damn time, enjoying how the slower he goes, the more desperate for him you get. but the way your hips twitch when he lays his hands on them has him fighting demons.

"that's it. keep moving. keep squirming." his voice is low and slow--he's trying to keep himself under control as much as you are. he wants so badly to grab your hips and just fucking rail you into the mattress, but it's more rewarding to be patient. how's he going to hear more of those sounds, see more of your desperate ploys to get under him, if it's all over right away?

obviously you have no such reservation. the moment he has your jeans unbuttoned, you're wiggling out of them and flipping onto your stomach, pushing your ass up in the air and fucking presenting yourself to him. please, you beg him, losing your goddamn mind, you can't take it anymore. can't he just...?

gaz damn near short-circuits at the image of you with your ass in the air. he barely manages to stop himself and weigh whether he should deny you a little bit more to heighten the anticipation.

fuck it. he can torment you more after he's inside you. multitasking.

you squeak in delight when he plants his hands between your shoulder blades and pushes your top half into the mattress, dragging your hips up toward his. he pushes you down, fitting his body over yours and putting his mouth next to your ear. he whispers right in your ear. "say please again."

please, please, please, you'll do anything, you tell him, wiggling your hips at him.

and he plans to take you up on that offer.

he leans in close, his breath warm on your skin. "good girl, he tells you. obedient girl."

you've never wanted to be under someone so badly.

your easy submission has him grinning. "are you a good girl all the time or just for me?"

for you, you mumble, hot with shame.

he pulls himself back even more and puts a knee on each side of you, pushing your legs apart. it gives you a shot of dopamine so intense you almost can't keep your ass up.

"are you being good right now?"

you could be better for him, you tell him, so much better.

he likes the sound of that. it's getting hard to think, having your legs open and right there and he's trying to hold himself back but who wouldn't fall for the temptation he's experiencing right now? "how much better?"

you tell him you could please him more if you knew what he liked, if you could focus on him, if you didn't need more right now, if you didn't need him inside you so bad. your hips twitch again as you ramble, almost mindless.

"i like it when you speak so earnestly," he tells you.

that approval sends another shot of dopamine through you, and your hips buck against nothing. he hasn't even touched you there and you feel like you could finish any moment just from his voice. you're gonna die if you can't have him right now.

he's breathing heavier now, eyes fixed on your opening. his voice almost wavers, heavy with implication. "how bad do you need me, darling?"

you start to dissolve into begging again--god dammit, he said he wanted you to beg and he's not even doing what you want, what you're begging for--and he interrupts. "you're going to ask properly first."

of course he's gonna make you fucking say it.

you beg and plead in every way you know how, promising every debased act you can think of. when his fingers finally press up against your heat--a teasingly light brush at first, and then a firm press--you dissolve into a mess of broken cries and pleas for him to keep going.

obviously he keeps talking to you in that low, sultry voice, telling you what an impatient little thing you are. chastising you. just another way to flex a little more power over you, and you're so weak for it. and then for that, he praises you.

"such a good girl," he tells you. "you want more?"

you open your mouth to say yes, you want everything, but then he presses his fingers in just the slightest bit, fingertips splitting you the slightest bit, and all you can do is keen. you rock your hips back into him desperately, sliding his fingers into you, and something in you snaps. you tip over the edge. oxytocin floods through you, your legs lock up, and shameless sounds fall from your lips. gaz's breath catches as you finish. then he grins.

gaz pulls you up to him fully and lies down above you. kisses you on the mouth and then trails his mouth down your jaw to your ear. "that was perfect," he says, breathless, and unashamedly horny about the fact that you just came on the second knuckles of two fingers.

you stare at him in muted shock yourself. you can't believe you just... you really just came like that? what's wrong with you?

"how about this," he says in a low, smooth voice. "since you were good, why don't you lay back down and let me fuck you properly?" he lifts your legs off the bed and raises your hips toward him. "let me do everything i want to you."

you swallow and nod, not trusting yourself to speak without squeaking.

"good girl." this time there's no hint of teasing. his eyes are hungry. "let your man take care of you."

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wolfiesmoon · 5 months

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I can't sleep

Ran x good girl!reader

Do i want a bad boy (literal criminal) bf? Yea but i would probably cry if he insulted me or got into trouble in any capacity at all

(i am totally not unironically vibing to pretty little psycho while writing this)

edit: i made a part 2!!

"I dare you to kiss Haitani Ran." Your friend nudged you.

You knew you shouldn't have agreed to this stupid game of truth or dare. You knew your friend was going to make you do stupid stuff like this.

"Like... the big scary delinquent guy?" You asked, hoping you heard her wrong.

"Yeah, that Haitani Ran." Your friend smirked mischeviously.

"How about I don't do that?" The last thing you'd want to do is get involved wth any delinquents or gangs. You have no idea how dangerous Ran could be and even if he wasn't you'd still refuse to kiss a good for nothing delinquent.

"Are you trying to get me killed?" you followed up, realising just how bad this dare could end up.

"You do know that refusing this dare means that you have to do anything I say for a week, right?" Your friend had a horribly evil look on her face. You don't even want to know the things she would make you do if you refused this stupid dare.

But is kissing Ran any better? Pick your poison, you suppose.

"Fine, I'll do it." You said behind clenched teeth, not at all happy about this outcome. You've never even kissed before, and now you have to kiss freaking Ran Haitani. You might actually die.

Why did you agree? What is wrong with you?

This might just be the worst day of your life.

You ended up being a little unfocused in class, making your teacher worry.

"Haitani-san." you call out to him, your voice dying off slightly at the end due to nerves. You're the only ones left in the classroom, with your friend watching from behind the door to make sure you actually do it. He looks back at you and you feel a shiver run through you.

Oh my god, you're actually doing this.

He stops, waiting to see what you want with him. You move closer to him, and his eyes narrow slightly, as if he's getting a good look at you.

"Now, what could the class president herself possibly want with me?" his tone was slightly mocking and you would have showed him you're not to be messed with but honestly you'd probably be the one losing in that scenario.

You inhaled sharply, pulling him down by his braids and planting a kiss straight onto his lips. This feels like a bad shojo plot, the "good girl" falls in love with the "bad boy" and kisses him all of a sudden. Except there's no romance involved here. Just a dare.

Is this how you kiss? Why does it feel so strange? That should be enough, right? You can feel your parents shaking their heads dissaprovingly already.

Ok, now you're just kissing him for way too long. It's time to let go. And you try to, you really do. Since when were his arms wrapped around your waist, anyways? And why isn't he letting you go?!

You can feel your friend's evil stare burning into your back. This is not amusing!

He laughed a little into the kiss, pulling you impossibly closer. Oh, so they're both going to enjoy your suffering now, you see how it is.

Still, kissing him isn't half ba-

Ok, you're actually losing it. You need out and fast.

You wriggled out of his grasp, running away as fast as your legs could take you. You heard both Ran and your friend yell something behind you but you honestly don't care.

Why did you ever agree to do this?!

That same thought persisted even as you tossed and turned in bed that night.

"Oh god, he's going to send his goons after me and I'm gonna die... And then I won't ever get to become successful..." you muttered to yourself.

"Or maybe he's gonna come and kill me myself after school tommorow... Ugh..." you can't come to school tired, you won't be able to pay attention in class that way. You can't ruin your perfect record by falling asleep in class.

Who cares about the perfect record?! You should be worried for your life!

"And what is that stupid noise, anyways?" you muttered, grumbling and getting up to inspect the source. Another stone hits the window, making you jump slightly. You walk to the window and open it, narrowly avoiding a stone that was thrown your way.

"Sorry!~"

Wait. You'd recognise that voice anywhere.

It's Ran.

"What are you doing here? How did you even get my adress?" you half yelled, not wanting to wake up your parents.

"You shouldn't sweat the little things. Come downstairs." he was smiling calmly, but you still couldn't tell if he was threatening you. Actually, is that his motorcycle parked next to him?

"You should probably put on a jacket too. It's real cold." he added on, and you nervously closed the window, quietly sneaking downstairs and putting on a jacket. Your pyjamas are not the most presentable, but you really don't want to test his patience right now.

You met him outside. What is he going to do to you now?

"Get on." he pointed to his bike, catching you off guard.

"Not without a helmet, riding a motorcycle without one can be really dangerous and you could lose your life." you couldn't help but bring up safety regulations. It's in your nature.

"I told you, don't sweat the details and just sit down." he completely ignored you, pushing you in the direction of the bike. You complied, sitting down on it awkwardly, not sure what to expect. He doesn't seem violent...

He sat down behind you, revving up the engine and just driving off without a care in the world.

"W-Wait!" you were shocked at the speed, grabbing onto him by instinct and missing the way his lips curved up at that.

"Where are you taking me?! I never consented to this!" you had to yell over the sound of the engine, shutting your eyes. He was right, it really is cold when you're riding on a motorcycle.

"And you know what I didn't consent to? That kiss." he replied and your face scrunched up a little, cringing at the not so distant memory. "But that's fine, because that means you're mine now."

"Huh?!" you finally opened your eyes, looking up at him. His expression was a little hard to make out since the only thing illuminating it was street lights that you were speeding past. Is he even following the speed limit?

"I value my sleep, you see. And that little stunt you pulled made me unable to fall asleep. So I figured I might as well give you a little visit." he placed a hand over you protectively, making you worry about your safety even more.

"Who would have thought the top of the class good girl would fall for me?" he looked down at you.

"I did not fall in love with you! It was a dare!" you shot back.

"Oh well, doesn't matter. You're my girl now. And that's that."

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teyamsatan · 1 year

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Okay imagine this. Neteyam and reader having a moment and get interrupted my tuk. Of course her being little doesn't know what she saw. Until its dinner time and she brings it up . Out loud ....infront of the entire clan.

i would actually die if this happened to me ngl

enjoy anonnie x

wc: 500 words

Na'vi words used: yawne - beloved, prrnen - baby, sa'nok - mother, tskmuke - sister

"Baby, you have to keep it down, people are going to hear you."

"Let them hear, yawne. What's wrong with everyone hearing how good you fuck me every night?"

Famous last words.

Suffice it to say you were mortified. It's not everyday your baby sister... or Neteyam's baby sister, in fact, but at this point, she might as well be yours... walks in on you... doing things... things that no child should ever see, things that no adult should ever have to explain to a child, things that were so beyond what you could reasonably justify. To be fair, though, the flap of the tent was closed, and it was the middle of the night, and you were making noises that pretty much every other human being over the age of like 15 would be able to gauge for what they were and keep a respectable distance. But Tuk... sweet Tuk, innocent Tuk, the-cutest-pie-to-ever-live Tuk, she was attracted by the noises that she thought were indicative of you being in pain. That, in addition to the fact she was rudely awoken by Lo'ak's incessant snores again and felt she would fare better sleeping in your tent, led to this horrifying moment of blind panic and haphazard movements, trying to untangle your limbs and cover your bodies in sheets and blankets.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, my God, Tuk! What are you doing here, baby?"

"I thought you were hurt, you were screaming!"

Neteyam couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped him, and neither could you help the scowl that you sent in his direction.

"Oh, baby. I'm alright, I just had a... cramp. Neteyam was on top of me because he was... helping me... massage the spot where it hurt."

The next morning, you forcefully placed a pack of nose strips that you stole from Norm in Lo'ak's hand.

"Here. Use them."

"Why?"

"Because your snoring will bring this family to its knees."

Lo'ak raised an eyebrow at your annoyed disposition.

"You don't even sleep in the same tent as us."

"Yes, but Tuk does. And she can't sleep because of you."

"Yes! I had to sleep in brother and sister's tent last night because of you, Lo'ak!"

You looked at Neteyam from the corner of your eye, praying that the conversation ends there.

"Oh, ma prrnen, did you sleep well at least?" Neytiri came close and knelt by her baby's side, patting her head affectionately.

"Not that well, sa'nok. I was worried for tsmuke since I didn't want another cramp to hurt her, she was in a lot of pain when I came in. But whatever Neteyam was doing on top of her seemed to help, so I thought I could help too if she had another cramp."

You groaned, feeling an actual cramp coming when all the heads in the room snapped in your direction, and as soon as Lo'ak and Jake started cackling and Kiri started making gagging noises, you knew you would never hear the end of this.

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rpclefairy · 5 months

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𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

a selection of lines from the various companions' banter quotes (not cut scene dialogues!) from baldur's gate 3. these are generally spoiler free and non context specific so they can apply to different settings and dynamics! feel free to change names and the like to customize the prompts.

“Death can't have me. Not yet…”

“Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.”

“Realmspace is vast. Countless worlds to be mapped, kingdoms to be conquered.”

“I have missed this. The adventure. The danger. The kicking of butts!

“Let me guess - you need something.”

“Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.”

“Let's cook with fire, baby.”

“Do you intend to vocalise every thought?. Or just the most obvious ones?”

“Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.”

“Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.”

“Watch your elders and learn.”

“Perhaps try attacking the enemy?”

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

“All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.”

“The shadows are my friend.”

“Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.”

“Feet planted firmly on Faerûn, please.”

“Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities.”

“Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?”

“I am ready, whatever may come.”

“My faith protects me.”

“Need a throat slitting?”

“Death greets us all - but not today.”

“You need my expertise?”

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.”

“Death comes quietly.”

“And I thought we were going to be friends.”

“Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.”

“No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!

“You had my attention, now you have my fury.”

“From silence to suffering.”

“So many worlds out there. You'd need a thousand lifetimes to see them all - more.”

“I hope this is important. For your sake.”

“Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.”

“I ought to just burn this whole thing down.”

“We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.”

“You have still have time to surrender.”

“Every kicked buttock, another step on the path.”

“Weave save me. I can't take much more…

“You are right to fear me.”

“Let me look around. Might be something that'll help me crack this thing.”

“Incredible, to think how many worlds exist beyond this tiny speck within a speck I call home.”

“I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.”

“I can fawn over my face later.”

“Ready for another round?”

“Keep your blade close.”

“I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere…”

“No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.”

“Battle favours the fearless.”

“Sleep with one eye open, evil. Maybe both.”

“Gotta be something around here to unlock this thing.”

“Why do beautiful people taste better?. It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.”

“Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.”

“Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails.”

“Still standing, no matter what you heard.”

“Enough waiting. I crave blood.”

“Hang on - I won't allow this. You aren't dead, go it?”

“GODS, it's HOT in here!”

“No rest for the wicked, I see.”

“Better to hide than fight, sometimes.”

“Would that I could hide from you, too.”

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

“There is no right or wrong, only truth.”

“Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe.”

“What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?”

“I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.”

“I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness.”

“Let's have some fun.”

“War is an old woman's game.”

“No rest, be you wicked or wise.”

“I'm getting too old for this nonsense.”

“I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.”

“You have my attention - now do something with it.”

“You are insistent, are you not?”

“Do what must be done.”

“Your suffering will be spectacular.”

“Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.”

“Better to look evil in the eye. Even if it be very small.”

“I'm not built to crouch.”

“I think I could go another round.”

“Always the same old song.”

“Is perfection too much to ask?”

“Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”

“So many places to be.. and I chose Baldur's Gate.”

“I'm not opening that. Not from here, at any rate.”

“What is the point, if not victory?”

“Won't last much longer like this.”

“Let's hope the locals are friendly.”

“Let us show them how it's done.”

“Weapons high. Standards higher.”

“Must everyone be so exhausting?”

“What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb…”

“Which way to the nearest library?”

“Now this is my happy place.”

“Who shall I silence?”

“Stop, or die.”

“Wear your scars proudly.”

#indie rp #rp meme #rp ask meme #sentence starter #rp prompts #bg3 prompts #rp sentence starters

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mcflymemes · 16 days

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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST * assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.

i love you. it's ruining my life.

does it feel all right to not know me?

i am who i am 'cause you trained me.

quick. tell me something awful.

i loved you the way that you were.

we were just kids, babe.

i can fix him.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

you said i'm the love of your life.

way up there, i actually love it.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

do you hate me?

did you think i had it in me?

what if i told you i'm back?

i still miss the smoke.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

you look like stevie nicks.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i still can't believe it.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

didn't you hear? they called it all off.

it's happening again.

my friends say it isn't right to be scared.

i might just die.

fuck you if i can't have us.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

no one's ever had me... not like you.

stay away from her.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

i don't think you've changed much.

that's where i was when i lost it all.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

i hoped you'd return.

do you believe me now?

what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

what are the chances you'd be downtown?

is it something i did?

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.

i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.

the story isn't mine anymore.

what a charming saturday!

none of it is changing.

wild winds are death to the candle.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

this place made me feel worthless.

i didn't want to come down.

everything had been above board.

blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

the professor said to write what you know.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

i built a legacy which you can't undo.

who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?

the effects were temporary.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

you're a professional.

long may you reign.

you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.

now i seem to be scared to go outside.

i don't believe in good luck.

i hate it here.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

only the gentle survived.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

are you still a mind reader?

let it once be me.

i haven't decided yet.

i still dream of him.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

it was always the same searing pain.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

she used to say she wished that you were dead.

tell me all your secrets.

they tried to warn you about me.

you're in terrible danger.

i'm the life you chose.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

no one asks any questions here.

tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.

i'm running back home to you.

you should see your faces.

you knew the price going in.

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

i don't ever want you back.

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

am i allowed to cry?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.

they're going to crucify me anyway.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

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hyewka · 1 year

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I was reading soobin's only voice live translations and when he read the comments, one of them said "come on soobin don't be shy, it's okay come closer to the microphone" and he answered saying "um no, if I come closer I might sound like a pervert so I'll pass" and i was like 😩😩

I find it very interesting the way he has said the word pervert referring to himself before, not just in that live, he knows HE KNOWS HE IS ONE

Ok that's all lol I'm not that good on expressing my feelings in English bc it's not my first language but i tried😩

btw good night!! hope u are okay 🥰

- 🦇 anon

warnings; perv!soobin, panty stealing, masturbation, breeding kink because...duh LOL, mentions of hentai, humping a body pillow, not proofread

a/n; he has no filter lol but soobin as a perv is sooo real might as well be a headcanon 😂

soobin who often kept to himself, his shy reserved nature not doing much but push people away from his circle. he's okay with it, came to terms with the fact that it was hard for him to reach out to others over the bare minimum, and therefore he'll naturally stay a loner.

so when you first tried getting close to him, starting small talk just because you sat by him, he expected the usual. most people gave up trying after his third unintentional curt response but you... didn't. not in the bombarding questions way but more like the next day, the same good morning, with a genuine chirpy tone. like you actually had a good morning.

you were the total opposite of soobin, it was proven time and time again- he brought black coffee to lectures, you always always brought caramel frappes- soobin was undoubtedly awkward, and then it felt like being charming came easily to you, like you were genetically coded to have people swarm around you like a bee with a flower's nectar. soobin being no exception.

soobin who found that a good morning from you seemed to always assure him a good mood. not long before he succumbed to finally asking for your number, which you happily, though a little caught off guard, provided him with. who knew that he would've been the first to make an advancement?

you got close very quickly- to you, soobin was a sweet guy who just had such a pure image, the freshness of his personality was endearing, so you liked being around him.

all intentions were pure, or at least that was what soobin chose to believe at first. the first time he thought of you as more than a friend was when you begged him to go to the frat party on thursday, oh just how fun it'd be to get trashed- all your reasons were unconvincing, but you were unrelenting, so he ended up going, meeting you at the kitchen where you texted him to find you. through what felt like a million sweaty drunks he had to maneuver, he finally found you.

soobin whose relieved instinct is to shout out your name over the music quickly die down, instead, your name coming out as a small whisper by the last syllable, his eyes honed on your dress, horny bunny can't help but look down at your cleavage, cupped and full in your bodycon, gulping at the way they looked so plush. it got even worse when you spotted him, excitedly waving him over to you- then worse when as much as he tried tuning into your ranting, people eventually crowded the kitchen, meaning you had to get closer, and closer, and then finally, he couldn't help his eyes trailing down.

poor boy who ends up sporting a boner, so anxious as he begs you to let him go home, you worriedly thinking he got too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people, so you usher him to go, patting his back as you tell him to call you when he gets home.

he never ends up doing that, too ashamed that the moment he got home, he had his back pressed his door, too impatient, bunny's dick so hard it's painful, frantic pace on his shaft as he heaves, shut eyes picturing your cleavage once more, then the slight bounce he caught when you walked over to get another drink, oh what he'd do to see them bare, just a little peek seeing you undress-- his hand already soiled with his warm seed,, the fastest he came.

he hoped that this was a one time thing, how awkward would it be talking to you if he jerked off to you every now and then? yeah, he swore the reason he got so worked up that day was because of the drinks he had.

you often stuck to a specific wardrobe anyway so he wasn't counting on this happening again.

soobin who's right for the first few weeks, until he casually checks his feed, seeing that you posted a picture on instagram-- you had a sinister red lipstick, low cut black top, seated in a dining area, posing with the prettiest smile.. and oh god, he's reaching down his pants again, hands so hesitant and slow as they finally hold his dick, phone on the other hand, swiping left for the last slide-- a selfie.

all of a sudden, he's quick, pulling out his swollen dick in a swift motion, heavy breathing as he stared down at the picture, jerking off like crazy, your tits practically out on display-- who could blame him? pervy soobin who ends up spurting his slimy cum all over his phone screen, a strained final exhale, finally feeling the guilt pool in his chest.

soobin who now replaces the content that gets him off, often of anime girls dumbly bouncing on cock, getting their tummys filled with cum, over and over again-- dirty sight that he gives up just for an innocent selfie you took with soobin a few hours ago at the usual frozen yogurt place you hung at.

soobin who's under the protection of his sheets, his room pitch black as he bites down painfully on his lip, frantic breathing, jerking his poor dick to overstimulation at the picture on his phone screen-- it didn't even have to be of your cleavage anymore, just your face did it for him, eyes with a flutter rolling to the back of his head just at the thought of fucking your mouth.

pervy soobin who convinces himself that this was normal, he's sure tons of guys with female friends have done this, he wasn't weird. it was in his nature, right?

soobin who finally gets invited over at your flat because you were tired of always going out, preferring to stay in this time with some pizza. all is well, no pervy thoughts seeping into his rotten brain, until he asks to go to the bathroom.

"oh! you'll find it, it's like to the left-- right of you. it'll be to the right of you." you had your black frames, similar to soobin's, blanket over your legs with a pizza slice on your hand-- he knew you weren't going to abandon the comfort to show him around.

"don't take too long!" he hears you shout behind him, and he huffs out a laugh. you always seemed to get him smiling, for whatever reason.

soobin who mistakes the laundry room for the bathroom, opening it to spot the washing machine, and almost closing the door before he sees through the creak of the door the basket full of clothes. your clothes.

pervy soobin whose feet are still, staring at the abundance of clothes. his dick twitching in his pants, thinking of whether a pair of your underwear was buried in there, but then he immediately slaps himself out of it, shutting the door with a large bang. so flustered as he quickly tries to find the bathroom.

soobin who swears he has morals, who swears he'd never do it, he'll keep his dirty thoughts of you under his blankets at home, without having to raise suspicion.

he doesn't hold onto his set of morals for too long, too far gone at the thought of how you'd smell, how he'd feel to have your panties wrapped around his dick as he did his daily jerk off-- once those thoughts were in, his hands were less controlled.

when you told him that you might be late getting ready, he suggested to wait for you at your living room. which you naively didn't think of much, saying why not.

he didn't have ulterior motives, he swears. it doesn't matter, he ends up in front of your bedroom door, where you were changing, obviously locked, so his eyes trail to the sinful room.

he slowly turns the door's knob as to not cause any sound, seeing that the basket full of your clothes was still there. it's like treasure, dirty boy who's like a thief, anxiously rummaging through the basket, and finally, his hands grip onto a pink lace-- your underwear. there's a few, but he decides he can do with just one, you wouldn't know if he only took one.

hurriedly, he crumbles it in his big hands, getting up from his knees as he quickly stuffs it into his pockets. it's okay, it's just a one time thing.

his hands are sweaty when he gets home, the entire time he was hanging out with you, his hands stuffed in his pockets, holding onto your underwear in case you somehow spot it, or it falls out- both unlikely situations. but this was his first time doing this, the anxiety building up to the brim.

soobin who lives out his fantasy, the irony of him thanking god for such a sinful wish- he had hoped the laundry basket were dirty clothes waiting to be put in the machine.

the pair he picked up was in fact unwashed, just a deep sniff and he smelled you, such a scent that immediately makes him grow a boner, legs spread apart on his couch as he continues taking a whiff, moaning out your name, palming his dick over his sweats, too impatient to fully get it out, so needy, tears brimming at the shame the closer he gets to cumming, finally stuffing your underwear into his mouth in attempt to drown out his moans, but he still ends up saying your name through the restriction of your underwear, muffles as he chants your name the more he chases his high, his drool staining your cute panties, oh how dirty he was when he finally soils his pants at a flash of you on your knees, just for him.

perv!soobin who uses the pair of your underwear all night, masturbating like a sex crazed addict, spilling his seed all over them, dried cum under yet another load, then another...then another.

soobin who humps his anime girl body pillow, your underwear stained with his cum stuffed in his mouth, eyes rolling back at the imagination of having you under him, stretching you out, slamming his dick into you, with each thrust, your breasts bouncing up and down, so lewd, your mouth hung open dumbly, spit all over, begging him to give you his seed-- oh, how soobin dreams, "you wanna have my babies? y/n you wanna carry my babies? h-hah, g-gonna breed you-- gonna- gonna cum!"

hips getting more unrelenting against his poor pillow, with a final cry muffled in your underwear, thinking of spurting his load deep in your tummy, "fuckkk.." he groans, filling you up so well, the image of his seed seeping out your pussy when he pulls out gets soobin's hips to grind against his pillow just a little more before he finally gives out, so exhausted for going so long, your underwear still loosely in his mouth, drenched with his spit, as he flutters his tear stained lashes shut.

soobin who deep washes your panties, so guilty the next day, trying to scrub off with his hands the scent of his cum, but with all fail, he ends up trashing it. he won't do this again, he can't, he'll never.

...right?

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2nd a/n: ok. wow. i really am in my soobin thought dump lol beomgyu's position getting threatened 😭 i might actually do a version for all members im so into this whole perv thing

#txt smut #soobin smut #soobin hard hours #perv!soobin #soobin hard thoughts #🦇 anon #txt hard hours #🌷. rana thoughts

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msgexymunson · 2 years

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A Bit of Skirt

Dom!Eddie x Sub!Fem!Reader

Description: if you knew all it took to get Eddie's attention was a short skirt, you might have tried it sooner!

Warnings: NSFW, angsty/sexual tension/SMUT, minors DNI or you shall face my wrath, PRAISE KINK, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader in 20s but not specifically mentioned, slight drug use, f!oral receiving, p in v protected sex

A/N: I still don't know if I like this, I'm not entirely happy with it but hey ho. It's been sitting in my WIPs forever. Any comments or reblogs are appreciated. Also I just want Eddie Munson to say 'that's my girl' to me and I will die a happy woman

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Walking up the couple of steps to the front door of the trailer, you pause at the top to compose yourself.

It's just a pick up you say to yourself, nothing you haven't done before, wondering who you are trying to convince. You weren't just picking up weed, you were picking it up from Eddie Munson.

It still sounded weird, even now you'd done it maybe a dozen times. Eddie 'the Freak' Munson, all leather and denim, who you quickly came to realise was not a freak at all. He was, well, goofy, and kind, all fluff, and then all of a sudden you would be lost in those soulful brown eyes and the ground would seem to drop out from under you.

You smooth down the front of your tartan skirt, tugging at the hem slightly. It was a couple inches or so above your knee. You were thinking you probably shouldn't have dressed up just for Eddie, I mean you were buying weed for Christs sake not going on a date. Now that was a thought. You clear your throat, trying to cough the image away and knock on the door.

The door opens and a gruff face appears, Eddie's uncle, who looks at you expectantly.

"Er, hi, here to see Eddie?"

"Hey you" he grins at you.

"Of course miss, he's in his room, go on through" he gives you a kind look and a nod, moving out of your way to let you in.

You walk through the living space a little shakily and reach Eddie's door. About to rap on the door with your knuckles, you hear a muffled but unmistakable 'sweetheart' which freezes and boils you at the same time. Does he have a girl in there?? But why would his uncle just let you through? You fumble with the handle and the door flies open, your nervousness taken over with some strange force, the blood rushing to your face, and, and.... there he is, sitting crossed legged on his bed holding his guitar. Of course...

"Hey. I-I thought you had a girl in here" you stumble out and why the fuck did you say that out loud!

"Oh, is that why you busted in here like the FBI?" He laughed "besides, I do".

Your brow furrows, and he laughs, planting a kiss on the neck of his guitar. He leans to hang it, sorry her, back in pride of place on his wall. You smirk, but you cant help but feel a pang in the pit of your stomach. I wish he'd kiss me like that. Now come on, you really jealous of a guitar?

He whips his head around to face you, a wide smile slowly spreading over his face.

"Baby you come here often?" He jokes, grinning devilishly at you.

You smile back "probably more than a good girl should" quipping back at him, fluttering your eyelashes. Always the flirt you think, as he laughs, raising his eyebrows at you.

His eyes dart down, seemingly for the first time, and he looks up at you with a serious face. You pause too, looking into those eyes of his, wondering what his next move will be, very aware of the hem of your skirt which had been locked in his vision. The pause seems to stretch on a little too long, so long you feel awkward and hot. You start to move forward when suddenly he leaps up off the bed, standing right in front of you. He's so close, you feel his breath and smell his cologne, as he looks down at you.

"You wear that just for me princess?"

"No" you say, just a little too breathy, a little too quick. He raises an eyebrow at you, as he gently puts his hand out, and reaches to shut the door behind you, then moves over to his desk. Of course the fucking door, that's why he jumped up. You feel dumb, redness reaching the tips of your ears.

"So, the usual milady?" He asks, his back to you, fumbling around his desk, scattering a couple of the tapes that litter it in the process.

"Er yeah sure, should keep me going" you reply, trying not to stare at his ass as he bends down to locate his stash, his Hellfire t shirt riding up a little in the process.

"Aha, that's where you're hiding" he exclaims, opening a drawer and pulling out a battered tin. He sits at his desk and turns his head to you, gesturing for to you to join him. You move over to the desk, hovering near, when he pats his knee and cocks his head at you, like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Taken by surprise, you perch ever so lightly on his thigh, feeling the blood rush downwards to your mound as you feel the slight pressure in your most sensitive area. Jesus Christ you are sitting on his knee not his face. Woah didn't need that image either. Pursing your lips you try to push it to the back of your head, for later.

You realise you've zoned out for like a full minute and turn your head to see Eddie staring straight back at you, looking amused, a curious smirk on his face.

"Somethin' on your mind, sweetheart?" He asks lowly, those intense eyes reading your thoughts, or at least the look on your face.

You manage to say "No, nothing important, just thinking I could use a joint" Trying to pass it off as breezily as you can muster.

He looks at you a little too long, fingers tapping the tin he put on the desk, then reaches his arm around you to so he can open it, encircling you in his arms for a moment. The hairs on your neck stand up. He pulls out a bag and shakes it.

"This right here, this will definitely calm you down"

Oh my God is it that obvious that I need to calm down?

"Great, 20 yeah?" You say as you shuffle slightly trying to reach the pocket in your skirt. You find the bill and pull it out, motioning for him to take it, but he doesn't. He holds you gently by the wrist.

"You know you could always buy more at a time, I don't mind, might even give you a discount for that skirt of yours" he winks and grins, then takes the 20 from your hand.

"You trying to see me less huh?" You respond, eyes flicking just for a second to that perfect mouth of his, and back up.

He pouts at you dramatically, mock sadness in his puppy dog eyes, and you feel some resolve crumble within you. Damn you Munson, right now I'd do anything you asked.

"Now why would you go and say a thing like that, hurtin' my feelings and all, me trying to be a gentleman"

"Oh yeah, Mr Gentleman, what's all this about then??" You motion your arms to the way you were sitting.

"Now now princess, you're the one who sat down"

Speechless, you open your mouth and close it. He had a point. You see a flash of triumph on his face, then he looks back to the desk and says "right, scoot over a little, I'll roll one for us" and reaches to pull out his own stash.

You shuffle slightly closer and he moves underneath you, his arm reaching around you again to pull out the papers. He's acting like this is so normal. His arms are close around you now, busy rolling, using his fingers so dexterously that it makes you wonder what else he can do with them. His chin is resting on your shoulder, looking over in concentration, tongue slightly poking out to the side his mouth, and that just pushes you even further. You feel a pulse, deep inside, a growing wetness in your pussy. You squirm a little, and realise your skirts riding higher up your thigh.

"Easy princess, nearly done, keep still" he says out the side of his mouth, and all of a sudden you realise you can feel a swelling growing underneath you, dangerously close to your sex.

Your mind starts racing, images flashing across your brain, stuff that you wouldn't let yourself think about before. You feel like you're blushing all the way to the roots of your hair.

"Would you lick it?"

"What??" You say loudly, his words shocking you out of your daydream.

He laughs, snorting a little.

"The joint, I cant reach it baby."

The glow in your cheeks intensifies, as you bend forward a little to lick the paper, and lean back. You realise too late that you've adjusted your position and sit back right onto his hardness, making him gasp just a little.

"You, er, you OK there princess? Or do you wanna get up?"

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK

You could just move. You could thank him and leave, right now. But you don't move, you daren't. You realise you're holding your breath.

"I'm just fine right here" you manage to say, the words nearly stuck in your throat. You can feel his gaze on you, as you look at him out the corner of your eye, barely daring to see him, his face wearing that signature Eddie grin. You lean back into him, your back flush to his torso, your skirt riding up even higher, and Eddie's eyes widen. He turns his face to you, raises his hand with the unlit joint dangling from his fingers and places it delicately in your mouth, reaching over with the other with a lighter.

On Eddie's bedroom door and you jump near out of your skin, thighs bashing into the desk, joint flying out your mouth. Eddie bounces beneath you slightly and puts his large hands on your hips to steady you as you go to get up. "Stay there baby" he mouths at you.

"Eddie I'm headin' out" you hear muffled through the bedroom door.

"Okay, bring home the big bucks" Eddie yells over his shoulder.

"You kids have fun" his uncle shouts back and you hear retreating footsteps, and eventually the sound of the front door.

"Jesus you scared the hell out of me princess" Eddie laughs as the tension in the room dissipates.

"You're scared, damn near thought I'd wet myself!" You say, your heart still racing, trying to slow your breathing down.

"Well now that's sight" he says, his eyes moving all over your body, drinking you all in. You realise your mouth is open, and you're cheeks feel even redder than before. You stand up and he looks down at you, head to one side, smiling.

You jump again, and stand up this time, taking him by surprise "the joint!" You exclaim, getting on your hands and knees to find it, hoping it wasn't lit. Eddie stares at you, biting his bottom lip, as you look up at him.

"Its, it's right here" he grins at you, pointing to the joint that landed on the desk. You look over, seeing that it wasn't lit, and realise that you are down on your hands and knees in front of Eddie Munson.

"So cute when you blush."

You seem to have forgotten how to form words, staring at that face of his, not sure what to do. He senses your hesitation, and gets up, moving to sit at the end of his bed, patting the space next to him. You sit, obediently. He lights the joint, and puts it to your lips. You take a long toke, hold your breath for a moment, holding the smoke in, then breathe out deeply.

"That's my girl."

You feel a stirring in your core at that, a heat between your thighs and fuck he's not even touched you. He leans back a little on an elbow, taking a few drags on the joint, then passes it to you. You take it with a trembling hand and smoke some more, feeling that familiar rush and a slight calmness wash over you, leaning back, blowing smoke towards the ceiling. You both stay there for a moment, not saying anything, passing the joint back and forth until Eddie sits up and says "So, now are you going to say what's on your mind or am I gonna have to ask again?"

"I.. Eddie.."

"That's my name sweetheart"

"I..." you don't know where to begin, what to say. That you've been thinking about him more and more? That you've had dreams about him, waking up with the sheets tangled at your ankles and your hand on your clit? That he's fogging up your mind right now so all you can think about is this gnawing need inside you?

You sit up to meet him but you cant quite meet his gaze, looking down at your fingers twisting in your lap. He reaches over, placing his thumb and forefinger on your chin, moving your head, holding you there so you have to stare into those brown eyes that look into your soul.

"Eddie..."

You lean forward, drawn to him, and finally press your lips against his, hard. He seems shocked by the force of your kiss but pushes right back, running his hand through your hair. You open your mouth to him and let his tongue and yours touch, exploring each others mouths desperately.

His hand runs down your back, sending a shiver down your spine, resting on your hip. Reaching out you wrap your arms around him, pushing your two bodies together, a moan rising in your throat. You move apart to catch a breath, both of you panting. Staring at each other.

"Well I'm glad I was right" he says breathily. Your brow furrows. He continues "No way anyone would wear a skirt like that for no reason. Thought I'd shoot my shot" and he kisses you again hard whilst you giggle into his mouth. You both lose yourselves in the kiss, that need is still there but its softer, deeper, electrifying.

He breaks away. You're panting and looking at him wondering why, and he looks down to his hand that's now resting on your thigh.

"May I?" He looks at you with a serious face, and you nod and hum back to him.

"I'm gonna need to hear you say it. Use your words princess."

"Yes, please" you say heavily, biting your bottom lip.

He smirks a little, and moves his hand onto your inner thigh, oh so close to where you want him, stroking that sensitive skin nearby that makes you quiver with anticipation.

"What do you want me to do princess?" Eddie asks slowly, fingers trailing circles on your thighs. Of course you think to yourself, Eddie and his words, the flirting, that's basically foreplay for him you finally realise.

"I... want you to... stroke me down there with your fingers" you whisper at him, feeling a little embarrassed. Eddie breathes deep, brows raised, looking at you with pride almost.

"That's my good girl" he whispers back and runs his hand between your legs, rubbing up and down over your thin underwear, already wet from your juices. His warm, rough fingers feel so good, and the occasional cool graze of a ring makes you wild. You gasp at the touch and a deep moan escapes your lips.

"Easy sweetheart... Jesus you're so wet.. all this for me baby?"

He runs his fingers right up to your clit, the thin cotton of your underwear the only barrier between your sex and his touch, and lazily traces circles around it.

"Can I take these off" he says to you, running his finger round the hem of your underwear.

"Oh God yes, Eddie, all for you" you moan.

He chuckles, enjoying the affect he's having on you, and planting kisses on your neck and collarbone, only adding fuel to your fire.

"Eddie right now you can do whatever the fuck you want to me" you groan.

This spurs him on, he pushes himself onto you, planting kisses and bites over your neck, pushing you flat on your back.

"Princess... fuck that was hot"

Eddie gets up, confusing you for a second, standing over you, and staring at you laying on your back, your knees dangling over the end of the bed, hot and breathless.

"Take off your top"

You comply, exposing your breasts. He seems thrilled you're not wearing a bra.

"Wow, pretty as a picture" he grins impishly at you, his face flushing.

You move to undo your skirt when he reaches out to stop you.

"No, you're leaving that on, " he beams at you wickedly and lifts up the skirt, staring at your soaked panties.

"You're beautiful" he presses his lips together, still smirking, like he can't believe his luck, and kneels down, pulling your underwear down to your ankles and discarding them on the floor.

You feel cool air between your legs, and your legs being lifted over Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie's breath on your cunt, and you're lying there expectantly, butterflies in your stomach. You look down. Eddie is staring at you, smiling that smile.

"I need to hear it princess"

"Oh Eddie, p-please.."

"Please what...?" He's enjoying this far too much.

"Fuck me with your tongue Eddie."

A soft moan escapes his mouth.

"Jesus princess, are you even real?"

And with that he runs his tongue down your slit, starting to lap at you, licking with the flat of his tongue. You whimper, shaking like a leaf. He moves his tongue around in circles, pushing inside you, and you arch your back in pleasure. The feeling seems to reach the tips of your toes, your legs start to shake, fiercely fighting the urge to clamp your thighs around his head. He laps at your clit, running his tongue in thrilling patterns all over your sex, incredible, impossible feelings mounting in you.

"Oh God yes Eddie!" You groan, biting into your hand.

"Is that good sweetheart? Tell me, tell me what you want"

All embarrassment has dissolved, there is only you, and him, and this astounding heat growing inside of you wanting to burst out, carnal desire ready to explode.

"Eddie, please, lick my clit and fuck me with your fingers."

"Mmph" Eddie moans "since you asked so nice princess."

Eddie's tongue, lapping at your clit, sucking that cluster of nerves. You don't know how long you can hold on, wanting this feeling to last forever. He slips a finger into your cunt easily, right up to the ring. You nearly scream, biting into the flesh of your hand to muffle it.

"Baby, don't worry, let it out" he says, breathing the words onto you, and sticks another finger in, gliding in and curling round, hitting that perfect spot with such ease, it's like he's done this to you before. You do scream them, you scream his name out into the world, not caring who hears. He grins into your pussy, building up pace, his fingers fucking you, his tongue running circles around your clit, and you can't take it any more.

"Eddie, fuck I'm gonna cum"

"Then do it, cum for me princess, there's a good girl. I want to hear you."

His fingers move faster, curling into your g spot whilst you desperately grab onto the bed covers for some anchor, to keep some hold on reality, and you feel such blinding pleasure mounting up that it unleashes with force. You dissolve into your orgasm, screaming and babbling incoherently, tears welling in your eyes. You rock on Eddie's fingers, pushing with your pelvis, dragging the impossible feeling out as long as you can. Fireworks explode behind your eyes and juices squirt out of you, all over Eddie's hand and face. Finally you break and collapse, your back no longer arching, breathless and sweating and spent.

"Jesus fucking Christ Eddie Munson." You manage to gasp out still trying to settle your breathing, your hands grasping the roots of your own hair. Eddie laughs, grinning like an idiot, his head leaning on your thigh, looking up at you, your juices glistening on his face. He wipes his face, beaming at you.

"Was that ok princess?"

"Ok? Ok??" You squeal at him, grabbing one of his pillows and throwing it at him. He laughs again, louder, and stands up.

"Excuse me but this is really uncomfortable" and he undoes his belt and jeans, discarding them on the floor. You see the outline of his bulge in his boxers, straining to get free. You bite your lip and point at him.

"Take your top off" you say, echoing his previous words. He chuckles and obliges, you see his slender tattooed frame and suddenly taste blood in your mouth. You release your lip, realising you've bit so hard into it that you broke the skin.

Eddie climbs on top of you, kissing you on the neck, the cheek, the shoulder...

"Eddie..."

He then moves down, peppering kisses on your breasts, sucking gently at your nipples and it's your turn to grab his chin and make him look at you.

"Eddie!"

"What?" He puts his hands up in mock defence "You don't like it baby?"

"What about you Eddie..."

"Now you don't need to worry about me princess, this is all about you."

You grab his hair and bring his head up, kissing him on the mouth, holding his head with both hands, the words caught in your throat, pleading at him with your eyes.

"Eddie, please..."

"You're gonna have to spell it out for me" he grins again, revelling in your desperation.

You bring your lips to his ear. "I really want to feel you inside of me" you whisper.

Eddie groans, and nips at your earlobe.

"Was that so hard princess?"

He jumps up, and looks down at you once more.

"What, you wanna take a picture princess?" He smirks at you out the corner of his mouth, seeing you watching him.

"Fucking beautiful" he grins and unceremoniously pulls down his boxers, then turns to the side reaching in his night stand.

You get a full profile of Eddie Munson and now it's time for your eyes to widen. He's so big. You start to feel a little nervous, worried about the sheer girth of the thing, as he pulls out a condom and tears the wrapper off with his teeth. You watch him roll it down his impressive length, then spit in his hand and rub his cock a couple of times, turning to you.

"Jesus Eddie where have you been hiding that thing?" His face splits into a massive smile again.

"You can come around more often if you're gonna keep flattering me like that" he says as he climbs on top of you, putting his narrow hips between your legs, spreading your legs further apart. His cock is rubbing against you, the tip grazing the entrance to your soaking wet pussy. Your breath catches in your throat as you look at him. You're looking at his face just inches from yours. The bravado is gone, its just Eddie, and his eyes are soft.

"You still ok sweetheart?" He says softly, searching your eyes.

"Yes, it's just, it's been a while" you look up at him through your lashes.

He strokes your cheek. "Don't worry, we can stop any time. I've got you."

"I've got you, good girl, just relax" he says and you feel calmer, breathing in his scent. He pushes, agonisingly slow, into you, until there's nothing left to push. It hurts, but it's a good kind of hurt, you can feel that hot sensation building deep in your core as you gaze at each other.

You look up at him with doe eyes and nod.

He kisses you, deeply, sweetly, and starts slowly pushing inside of you. You both moan in each other mouths, you feel him stretching you and you whimper a little.

The pulse deep inside you is getting stronger, you start rolling your hips into him. Eddie gasps, leaning on one hand, the other tangled in your hair, grinding, finding a rhythm with your hips.

"That's my girl, God you feel so tight, fucking incredible" he mutters into your hair "c'mere."

He pulls you upright, so his knees are together and you are straddling him, not once taking his eyes off you. You hitch the ridiculous skirt out of the way so it bunches up around your waist. At this angle he pushes even deeper inside you and you gasp sharply. He stops moving, but you grab him by his narrow hips and start riding him, rolling into him slowly, sucking the air through your teeth, letting out high pitched moans.

"That's, that's so good princess, hmmm" he groans low into your ear, and you feel his member starting to pulse inside you.

"Are you g-gonna come for me now baby?" You stammer softly into his ear.

He places one hand firmly grasping your skirt at the hip and rocks into you faster, muttering "not before you princess", before pushing his other palm into the small of your back, getting every inch of his length inside of you.

The sudden change of pace takes you by surprise as you cry out, every part of your body tingling, your senses pushed to the limit, and you squeeze his length hard inside you.

"Fuck, princess your gonna make me-"

"Isn't that the point" you smile smugly at him.

He raises his eyebrows at you, keeps the hand on your hip but raises the other, still rocking deeply into you, and puts his hand on your throat, squeezing ever so slightly at the sides. You feel his warm calloused hand, his cool rings biting into your flesh and it's too much to take.

"Not before you sweetheart" he says with that grin of his, and pushes into you hard, once, twice, three times, you hear the rip of fabric, and you scream out his name.

"Oh fuck, Jesus Eddie, ohgodohgodohgod!"

And your whole body feels it, all at once, your pussy on fire, the sweat dripping down your back, the silly skirts rough material, the hands on your throat, Eddie's rings, Eddie's fingers, Eddie's cock and you explode, screaming, eyes scrunched shut, back arching, tensing everything. It's too much for Eddie as he feels you, pushing him over the brink, grunting into your ear, pulling you close, finally releasing and both of you hold onto each other desperately, riding out the feeling, stretching this moment on for what seems like both forever and no time at all.

You're gripping each other, as he slides out of you. You start giggling then, you can't help it, laughing as Eddie stares at you with a confused smile.

"That bad huh?"

"Hell no, best I've had, like, ever" you say back, still laughing.

He beams at you, disposing of the condom in the trash.

"So what's so funny princess?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"I think you owe me a new skirt Munson" you laugh and he looks down at the twisted, sweaty, ripped skirt as if remembering it for the first time.

"Oh, I'll buy one in every color" he laughs back, pulling you in for a kiss.

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Can you do the arcane milfs with a fem s/o and they react to her flinching after a small argument? Like they are going to run their fingers through their hair and she thinks they’re gonna hit her? And just hurt/comfort type thing. If you don’t want to do this that’s completely fine. Thank you 🤍

Arcane milfs when their S/O flinches during an argument

At first, SEVIKA doesn't understand why you flinched away like that. She knows that she can be angry and stubborn sometimes and when you two argue, it's frustrating for the both of you. She goes to run her hand through her hair in an attempt to cool off, but her heart drops when she sees you flinch at her movement. Cue her sad puppy eyes, the look that she gives you tugs at your heartstrings. She knows she's a brute, but she needs you to be aware of the fact that she'd rather die than ever lay a hand on you. Sevika sits down on the couch and pats the space next to her, signaling for you to have a seat. When you do, she hesitantly wraps a comforting arm around your shoulders, pulling your face to rest in the crook of her neck. You can feel the way her lips press a lingering kiss into your hair before she leans down to whisper comforting words into your ear.

''I'm so sorry, baby. I shouldn't have lost my cool. You know I'd never hurt you, right? I'd rather die than have that happen. I'm sorry I scared you, I promise you we'll get through this. It's okay, I've got you now and I'll kill whoever dared to raise their hand against you. No matter how many times we argue, I'll always protect you and keep you safe, my sweet girl.''

GRAYSON knows, she knows that you're just worried for her and that you don't mean to burden her. But she had a long day, Marcus annoying her to hell and back, her other co-workers nagging at her and the troubles in the Undercity are growing every day. She's tired and she just wants to sleep with you in her arms. But you're sitting next to her on the couch, scolding her for not taking care of herself. Grayson talks back to you, irritation in her voice evident, asking you to get off her back for once. She doesn't mean it, she hates raising her tone at you and as soon as she realizes her mistake, Grayson lets out a deep sigh and goes to run a hand through her hair. Just as she does that, she notices the way you flinch and it takes her no less than a second to realize what happened. Oh, now she feels even worse. Has she been neglecting you and brushing you off so much lately, that you're afraid she might hurt you? Immediately pulls you into her embrace, letting your head rest on her chest as tears gather in her eyes. Work be damned, she needs to remind her wife how much she loves her and, above all, Grayson must work on her communication and make up for lost time.

''Oh, darling, I wasn't- Oh, come here, please. I am so sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice at you like that. I know you only want the best for me and how much you try to keep me safe and healthy. I wish the same for you, I'm sorry that I haven't been good to you, my love. I love you so so much and I'll work on myself so I can show it to you properly. Let me hold you for a bit, please. I'm sorry I scared you, it won't happen again, I promise.''

CASSANDRA loves you dearly, and never fails to show you that. No matter how busy she is, she always makes time for you and pays attention to anything and everything you might need. Usually, she loves listening to you ramble about your interests, but today has just been so exhausting and she can feel a migraine brewing. You notice her tense posture and try to lighten up the mood by making small talk, albeit being a bit vary of her annoyed expression. When Cassandra sighs loudly and lifts her hand up to rub her forehead, you cannot fight the slight flinch that takes over your body. Cassandra looks over at you with a shocked expression, ashamed that she made you feel scared in her presence. She gestures softly for you to lay your head in her lap, caressing your hair comfortingly once you do so. As soon as she feels better, she plans on taking you on a lovely date to make up for her behavior. It's not your fault that her fellow Councilors are incompetent, you're her darling girl and she knows that you're just trying to make her feel better.

''Oh, sweetheart, come here. Lay your head on my lap... Yes, just like that. I'm sorry, my darling, it's been a long day at work but that is no excuse for me to treat you like that. I apologize for scaring you, you know I'd never do anything to hurt you, yes? Good, I only want you to be happy and healthy, beloved. How about tomorrow, we go on a lovely outing, just you and me? Perfect, I'll make sure we have fun and forget about every little thing that might trouble us. Let us rest now, my love.''

AMBESSA is well aware of how other people see her; ruthless, cunning and a brute. But she doesn't want you to view her like that, she'd rather give over her power than do anything to scare you. But being so used to putting on a frightening and merciless face in front of others, it eventually shows briefly when she's with you. Fights between the two of you happen occasionally, as Ambessa still struggles with balancing and maintaining a romantic relationship. She forgets herself sometimes and her feelings can be hard to reveal, even to you. She knows that you've been more than patient with her but she herself isn't that kind of a person and as she huffs angrily in the midst of your argument, she raises her hand swiftly to run it over her face in frustration. Even in all her anger, Ambessa couldn't miss the way you flinched at her movement, her once cold heart now breaking at the sight. She sits on your shared bed numbly, taking your hands in hers and looking up at you with sorrowful eyes. Ambessa gives you an honest and tear-jerking apology, assuring you that she loves you and she'd never do anything to bring you harm. You're her only light in this cruel, dark world.

''What have I done? My dear, you know I'd never... Well, I suppose you don't, especially with how I've been acting towards you. There aren't enough words in existence to tell you how sorry I am. No matter how closed off I am with my own feelings, it's never an excuse to take it out on you. You're the only good thing I have, the only person who can ground me and I promise to treat you right from now on. I'm sorry I failed in doing that, my beloved. But I promise I'll change, for you. Because you're worth it.''

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stellarbit · 24 days

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Beg For It

1.6k words. Warnings - NSFW my guys. Heavy heavy petting and voyeurism.

Hunter had a hard time keeping his eyes off of you. Finding you tangled up with Tech was no exception and Tech was not having it.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but man oh man does a simpy Hunter do it for me. I'll die on the hill that Tech is the most confident of his brothers. Enjoyyyy

Being the oldest brother, Hunter learned early in his life that possessiveness was not a trait he could have. What was his was his brothers and he didn’t mind it that way. It was best for the squad and, if he had to be completely honest, seeing his brothers safe and taken care of was worth more than keeping something for himself. It was part of what made him such a good leader.

Hunter put his squad’s safety and happiness before himself.

Then you came along.

When you joined the Bad Batch, Hunter found himself unable to look away, although his helmet hid his gaze. There was something about you—the way you moved, laughed, and fought alongside him and his brothers—that drew him in more than he expected.

The first time he came in contact with you almost got him shot in combat. Blaster fire was coming your way when he tackled you out of the way. Pinned underneath him and heaving so hard your chest pressed into him with each breath, your scent filled his helmet. He shook his head in an ill attempt to clear his senses.

His hand, moving on its own, was headed for the curve of your waist when an explosion rocked the ground. It snapped him back to reality and he heaved the both of you to better cover.

There was a moment when he had to step in to stop you from going after Crosshair. You were so focused on reaching Crosshair that you ended up wrapping yourself around Hunter, your face pressed against his shoulder, one arm draped over him, and a leg trying to find leverage past him.

Hunter seized the opportunity to press closer to you and place his hands on your waist. He resisted the urge to explore further, even though your neck was just inches from his mouth. It took all his willpower not to turn his head and taste your skin.

For Hunter, this was a new sensation—not just smelling your scent but feeling it envelop him. Watching you fight stirred something deep within him. Being this close to you was enough to make him tense with desire. One night, catching you in a vulnerable moment in your cot nearly undid him. It was late on the Marauder, and you thought you were concealed by the dark. But Hunter could hear you, see you, and even smell you. Had his brothers not been around, he might have given in to his impulses right there.

The scent of your pheromones overwhelmed him, intensifying his reaction as your hips moved rhythmically against your hand. From his own cot, Hunter found himself grinding into his bed in sync with your movements, with a deep ache building within him. He clutched at his sheets, grounding himself, nearly tearing them in his effort to stay silent.

When your breath hitched, a new scent filled the air, pushing him to the brink. A shudder ran through him, and he had to fight back a groan as he went over the edge of release.

He often wondered what it might be like to catch you at just the right moment, but a different reality snapped him back before any scenario could play out.

You and Tech had been assigned to prepare the ship for takeoff, while Hunter and Crosshair were off meeting with a Jedi General. Needing to retrieve a datastick with vital intel, Hunter found himself hurrying back to the Marauder. As he reached the bottom of the ship’s steps, your moans reached his ears.

To anyone else, they might have been silent, but to Hunter, they were as clear as if you were standing right beside him. He ascended the steps quietly, taking two at a time, and positioned himself close enough to hear without being seen. The sound of your panting and the rustling of fabric were unmistakable, but there was another layer—an additional presence. His eyes widened as he realized you weren’t alone.

Hunter moved up the steps quietly and peered around the corner, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. At first, he saw movement against the wall, obscured behind a chair. Tech’s back was to him, seemingly engrossed in the ship’s systems. But as Hunter watched for a moment longer, he realized the true nature of Tech's engagement. His hands were busy, indeed, but not with the ship.

Unlike his brother, Tech was territorial and a bit possessive about things he invested in and that kept his attention. He took pride in maintaining control over his interests and was selective about who he allowed access, if he allowed it at all.

One of the things he didn’t intend on sharing was you. You were an unshared discovery he took every opportunity to explore.

The reality of sharing the majority of his life with a squadron of brothers meant he rarely had anything truly his own. Some things he had more ownership of, at least in responsibility alone, as was the case with the Marauder.

You, however, gave him something entirely his own. The sounds you made, the freckles typically hidden under your clothes, the taste of your tongue - these were experiences reserved for him, moments that he treasured as solely his.

He stood behind you, your hands braced on a control panel, one of his own hands working into your pants while the other snaked around your waist and pulled you tight against him.

“Careful,” He said into your ear. “If your voice becomes too loud, we risk being discovered.”

His voice in your ear had you arching into him. It sent heat through you and made it even more difficult to concentrate on controlling the sounds of your pleasure.

Tech learned very quickly how and where to touch you. The confidence his ability to draw out such noises brought him far overshadowed any brought on by his ability to decode encryptions.

“You’re…” You struggled to speak through a groan, “Not being fair.” You started bending at the hip to push back into him.

Before you gained the upper hand, Tech pulled you back by your arm and straight into his lap as he sat you both back into a chair. His hand remained in your pants, your wetness spreading further as his fingers worked on you, while his free hand slid into your tunic and over your breast.

“If you’d prefer,” The touch between your legs stilled and he swiveled the two of you in a different direction. He gave your nipple a pinch. “We can return to our assigned tasks.”

You pressed his hand back into you. “You’re cruel.” You purred.

His chuckle reverberated into your torso. “I prefer to think of it as strategic teasing,” he whispered. “Ensuring you’re always wanting more keeps things… interesting, wouldn’t you say?” He continued tracing shapes over your most sensitive parts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Your head was tilted in just a way he could easily kiss the spot just beneath your ear. That always elicited the most delicious response from you. He made to do so when he suddenly caught sight of a tattooed face looking right at you two.

Hunter was watching and, Tech assumed, he’d been doing so from the start.

Tech imagined what Hunter could see. You fully draped back against him, legs spread wide as you straddled his thigh. His hands were still entangled in your clothes, one exposing your breast and the other hooked inside of you. With how worked up you were, a string of your fluids may very well have followed his fingers if he removed them.

Tech and Hunter locked eyes while you remained blissfully unaware. Tech glanced down over your body, confirming exactly what he feared Hunter could see. When he saw Hunter drag his gaze down your body, a muscle feathered in Tech’s jaw.

He was sufficiently annoyed. This sight was meant for him and him alone.

Your head started to face forward, but the hand Tech had in your tunic moved to grip your jaw and pull your face back against him. He was not going to allow Hunter to see the face you were about to make.

You let out a low moan, Tech’s name humming through it, and he pressed his mouth to your cheek.

He spoke with his lips against your skin, "It seems you're quite eager for release.” You whined in response, affirming what he already knew. Tech was still watching his brother devour the sight of you two. “Well then, if you really want it,” he made sure his voice carried more than loud enough for Hunter to hear, “you’ll need to beg for it. Really beg. Let’s hear how much you want it.”

You conceded immediately and with that Tech gave the bundle of nerves at his fingertips a light pinch. He’d never done so before, but it sent a shock through you so intense you couldn’t hold back a loud moan.

You spasmed into his touch, writhing against him as he slid his tongue to that sensitive spot at your ear. “Good girl.” He said, praising you.

All the while Tech trained his eyes on his brother. Hunter’s nose flared and, for a moment, Tech thought he might reveal himself. Instead, Hunter looked over you once more, eyes soaking in all the bits of you he'd been imagining for months.

Hunter’s eyes, unreadable and wild, snapped back to Tech, who wore a small smug smile, before retreating out of sight.

Tech was proud of what he’d accomplished and satisfied with the show you’d put on for his brother. If he was correct, Hunter would be keeping a satisfactory distance.

Tech released you, letting you collapse into his arm. As he suspected, when he removed his hand a string of you hung between his fingers. Touching his fingers together, he took note of how much you’d produced this time.

“What a delightful body you have.” Tech said. He would definitely be trying that technique again. "We'll need to replicate this again soon."

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janus-cadet · 1 month

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This card is brighter than the one I usually do- might even be the most colorful of the whole deck, so far! Which- fitting. Today, let's welcome Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie, double figures for the Ten of Cups!

(Now usually, the card also have one or two more people on it; I thought about adding Pentious, but our snake should have his card soon enough. Therefore, it's just the girls.)

Explanations under the cut, as well as a poll for the next card to draw, and the rest of the Hazbin tarot cards!

Upright, the Ten of Cups embodies happiness, joy, and emotional contentment. You have created an abundance of love and happiness in your life, and you now share this love with others, expanding your heart even more. This fits Charlie and what she created with her hotel, supported by Vaggie- together, they are the start of it all. You are now surronded by your loved ones (it's a fucking happy day in hell!), with whom you share a powerful and deep connection. You support one another, and you help other to reach their highest potential- on the path to redemption! Most of all, you do it because seeing others happy is the greatest joy you could have. It's the "happy family" card by excellence, as well as a positive card for romantic relationships- you're in a blissful one, if that's what you're looking for, to the point you may believe that you ar soulmates destined to be with one another (I do love them, mh, mh). When the card appears in your reading, it's time for you to take a step back, and appreciate everything you accomplished. You went through hard time, but look at that! You can do this, now we know it, and you actually did. Follow your heart, says the card, and follow your inner sens of Good.

Reversed, the card brings more subtility. You can see the Upright reading as mostly Charlie's idealistic view on the hotel and on redemption; but with the reversed Ten of Cups come the struggles. You may feel disconnected and disengaged from your loved ones, like your estranged father and your missing mother. You try to connect, but each times, something goes wrong, and the distance between you grows. Why does he forgets everything you say? Can't he pay attention? Why is he not calling more often? Or maybe you're afraid to trust, and you're keeping some secrets close to your chest. You don't open up enough, and you create, without meaning to, a distance with others, with her. You're too rash and too impulsive, but you mean well- surely, they can see that? It may have an impact on your relationship; you need to realise that nothing is perfect, and every relationship has its ups and downs. The Ten of Cups invite you to seek out a common ground with your loved ones, and rebuild the relationship from there. Talk to your father about why, exactly, he's so reluctant to help; talk to your partner about who you are, and where you came from. Open the lines of communication and be ready to hold space for one another. Be compassionate, understanding, and respectful. The card can also mean that you're starting to doubt yourself, and what you are doing. Is it really worth it? Are you up to the task? Are you letting other people down? You have to rethink those questions. Think about what makes you happy, what you believe in, and bring back your focus to that.

And that's it for today! I'm planning to do at least three more Hazbin cards- if the fixation does not die by then. Not that it shows any sign of slowing down, oh boy- they are all so fun to draw, too!

Anyway.

And with that, Hazbin Hotel verse is the most represented fandom in my whole deck of cards, right before Doctor Who. Ah!

If you have read this far- well done. So proud of you. You win a peach cider, if you're even able to drink this abomination. And paf, the rest of the cards!

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weird-is-life · 2 months

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slow dancing with TASM!Peter omg🥺

Hii lovely, ty for this cute request🥰! Hope this is okay, warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of wedding, (0.6k)

You and Peter are at that age, where you actually get invited to the wedding, you don't just go because your parents were invited.

So when Peter gets invited to one of his mate's wedding, he asks you to come with him as his date. Being Peter's best friend, you agree.

You love spending time with Peter, but as you spend more and more time at the romantic wedding atmosphere, you can't shake off the 'more than just a friend' feelings towards Peter.

He keeps looking at you funny, smiling oh so softly, that you think, you might get the wrong idea of Peter liking you back in your head. It's impossible not to think that way. You know it's not good for you, hoping that he has romantic feelings towards you won't end up good.

But of course, it goes even worse than the soft touches, lovely smiles, hushed jokes and the freaking compliments every few minutes. Peter's asks you to dance with him. Dance with him to a slow song!

"I can't dance, Peter. I'll just embarrass myself," you protest as Peter stands there with an offered hand.

"Please, you'll do just fine.. C'mon, I won't let you embarrass yourself I promise," Peter convinces you or more like begs you with the puppy eyes. You despite your better judgement agree.

Peter leads you to the dance floor, smiling like a fool. He's been trying to show you how he feels the entire wedding, but he hopes the dance will finally help you understand.

You put your hands on his shoulders and Peter holds you by the waist. Peter starts to slowly sway you both to the rhythm of the song, when he sees you anxiety over the dancing.

"Look at you, you are a natural at this," Peter whispers, as you move together. His compliment makes your cheeks go a little red.

"Thank you," you say sheepishly, gaze fixed on the ground, worried you'll stump all over Peter's feet.

But as you dance longer and longer, you get a bit more confident and you stop looking at you feet. You look up at Peter, only to find him smiling weirdly at you.

"What?" you ask with a small chuckle, "do I have something on my face?"

"No, it's just-...You look really beautiful," Peter tells you.

You suddenly stop dancing," Peter, y-you can't just say things like this, in a voice like that, to me." You'll die if he continues to speak to you like that.

"Why? It's the truth," he says, baffled. He honestly thinks, that there's no one more beautiful there than you.

"Pete...," you whine, but you start dancing again, " you've been killing me the whole wedding."

"With what?"

"With-With....everything. I'll get the wrong idea in my head and then I'll just end up with tears," you tell him, hoping he'll understand, that his loving or teasing (you are not sure) hints are too much for you.

"But-"

"Don't get my hopes up Peter, not tonight," you interrupt him, clearly a bit upset now, " you know, I like you and i don't understand-"

Peter interrupts your rambling. Of course, he knows you like him, that's why he's been dropping the hints the entire wedding. But clearly you didn't understand, so he has to take the matter into his own hands.

He shuts you up with his lips on yours. Your initial shock of Peter kissing you lasts only for a few seconds, before you're kissing him back.

When you pull away, he grins lovingly at you," do you understand now?"

"I think so," you giggle, feeling a bit stupid, that you didn't catch on earlier. "But I think you should kiss me once more, just to be sure...."

Peter, without hesitation, kisses you for the second time.

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ttwoeyeblind · 6 months

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Oh my, feels just like I don't try; looks so good, I might die. All I know is-

Everybody loves me ✨

#johnny cage #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #my art

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headcanonenthusiast · 5 months

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Alex Keller NSFW headcanons

This was made with both masc and fem readers in mind. This man really has absolutely no content out there, so I'm here to provide for y'all 😎 Enjoy! (Also, sorry if this is a little dry. It's my first time posting headcanons 😔)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

NSFW under the cut

-An absolute GOD at oral sex. He'll eat the pussy/suck dick as if he were famished

-Please smother him with your thighs when he eats you out/sucks you off. He'll be absolutely devastated if you don't. Doesn't care what your body type is, do it and he'll be happy for the rest of the week

"Fuckin smother me with those thighs, baby. What? No, no, don't you worry about me suffocating. If I do, then at least I'll die a happy man."

-And if you look at him with any hint of unamusement, he'll chuckle and kiss your inner thigh.

-Pays special attention to your clit/tip. He'll kiss at and slowly run his fingertips over it while complimenting your body.

-"Look at this pretty little pussy/cock, baby. So adorable."

-HEAVY on praise. Everything that falls from his mouth is either a moan or praise for you.

-"Aw, fuck, dolly. You're taking me so well. Such a good girl/boy."

-Prefers handjobs as opposed to head. Doesn't think you're bad at it or anything, just wants you to be able to respond to him when he talks.

-May not be big on head, but kiss his cock while your hands are wrapped around it and he might just cum right then and there.

-Not very kinky at all, but he may have a bit of a breeding kink ngl..

-Mostly because he actually wants kids. Whether you can have them or not, he'll beg to fill you up.

-Absolutely not a degrader. He'd feel way too bad.

-If you really begged him, he might try degrading you, but that'll all melt away in five seconds as he gently kisses your face in apology, even if you're getting into it.

"Oh, sunshine, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. Just don't think I could degrade someone so gorgeous/handsome."

-Very vocal, but mostly with talking. He 100% talks you through it

"Lift your leg up a little bit for me, baby. There we go, good girl/boy."

-If you're insecure about your body in any way, he'll carefully run his fingertips over whatever's making you insecure while fingering/jerking you off in front of a mirror.

-"Look at that amazing body, sweetheart. Takes me so well, makes me cum everytime..so beautiful/handsome. How could you hate a body like that, hm?"

-"Hell you mean you're too chubby/skinny? You're the perfect size for me, darling."

-Kisses and caresses any scars, stretchmarks, birthmarks or anything else on your body you may feel self-conscious about.

-If you space out at any point, or if he just wants your eyes on him, he'll click his tongue to snap you out of your thoughts.

-Constantly asking if you're alright. If you ever start crying during the act, he'll stop in his tracks and fuss over you.

"Oh God, are you okay? Did I hurt you, sunshine? Too rough?"

-Then when you convince him that you were just crying because of how good he's fucking you, he sighs in relief and chuckles a little.

"Silly girl/boy. Had me all scared for a sec."

-Will leave hickeys on you and will let you do it to him, but always somewhere noone else will see. You're his precious dolly, afterall. Why would Alex ever embarass you over making those marks visible?

-Besides, with the way he's got his arm snaked around your waist in public, everyone knows you're his

-Leaves hickeys on your chest, thighs and stomach (will definitely leave more on your thighs/belly if you're chubbier.)

-Tickles your neck with his facial hair on purpose and smirks when it makes you giggle.

-Has a lighthearted mindset about sex. Not opposed to making jokes and giggling during, before or after the act. As long as you're both feeling good, he's happy.

-Tells you that your pussy/dick/ass is the best in the world. Genuinely can't get enough of it.

"Shit, baby. This fuckin' pussy/ass is gonna make me cum..you wanna make me cum, baby? Yeah? Keep riding me then..just like that."

-Favorite positions are ones where you're on his lap. It feels so intimate and loving, the way he can feel your grip tighten on his shoulders and see every reaction you make as his cock smoothly fucks you.

-Mostly quite gentle. Will go harder if you want, but he's very cautious not to hurt you at all.

-Can easily be top or bottom. Just depends on his partner wants. If you're a top? He'll gladly let you do whatever you want. Bottom? He'll take care of all your needs and desires. Switch? He's happy to flip-flop around until you're happy.

-Makes you use your words. Rarely does things without you begging for it beforehand.

-"Come on, darling. You know you have to beg for what you want."

-Honestly a bit of a teaser. He'll get a big smirk on his face when you just whine to get fucked instead of asking properly. Clicks his tongue and gives a super dramatic shake of his head

-"Oh, baby doll. That's not how we ask for things. Speak up, love. Loud and clear."

- Can't deny you for long, though. The moment you beg he's all over you.

-Big on eye contact. Will turn your face towards him and give you his best puppy dog eyes until your eyes stay on him

-Your pleasure always comes first

-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard and fat asf (lord have mercy 🙏🙏)

-Aftercare is just as good as the sex. He'll run a warm bath/shower either you alone or the both of you and carefully wash whatever he can reach while sitting behind you.

-"You did great, baby. You alright? Not sore, are ya?" "Good, good. My perfect princess/prince."

-Then when you're both done washing up, you'd better drag your ass back to bed for one (or more) of the following:

-#1: Cuddles

-#2: Movie/show marathon

-#3: Round 2 >:)

My first headcanons done! I'm sure y'all can tell that I'm an Alex girlie but honestly this man is so FINE 😫 how can I not be? I'll def make some SFW and Alex x chubby reader headcanons later, dw.

Let me know who I should do next!

#alex keller #alex keller cod #call of duty #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #alex keller x reader #alex keller x you #alex keller x male reader #alex keller x y/n #alex keller x f!reader #alex keller smut #cod smut #god help us all #i'm a disappointment to my parents #can't believe I wrote this #this man is so fine #😫#nsfw.

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