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starb3rrys · 1 year

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Hey there 😍 i just saw that your requests are open and i love your 'BSD men top, bottom or switch' 💕💕💕 If you're doing a part 2, could you write the same for Tetchou and Jouno?? 😊

Really love how you wrote for the other bsd characters 💕💕 nice work!!

Have a good day 💕

Hi hi! Agh! Sorry for the late response, I appreciate the kind words and I hope you enjoy this story, Hope it was worth the wait!~

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BSD men- Top, Bottom, or Switch? *+Part 2+*

Ft. Tetchou, Jouno, Ango, Oda, Kunikida, Sigma

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Tetchou

Top/Dominant Bottom

Lets start off with our lovely hunting dog, Tetchou is a very interesting character, he tends to be quiet around other most of the time but in a respectful manner. So it was odd when he started to talk to you more. He started to talk to you about interests, hobbies, he even showed you some of his weird food combinations and even made you try some (No cause lowkey what if its good?). He wouldnt even recognize his own feelings until Jouno called him out on how his heart beats faster when you’re around and how his body temperature rises when you smile at him. Once he acknowledges his feelings he decides to go for it (jouno fr hypes him up by saying something like “their heart beats faster when you’re around so that means they have feelings for you…..or some type of heart disease”). When he finally confesses to you he cant help but smile and blush when you confess back, finally..he can call you his~

Sex with Tetchou starts off with him promising to be gentle…and then you ends with you not being able to walk for a solid day (hes sorry guys i swear). He likes to be in control even when you’re on top, its just something about being able to control your reactions as well as your pleasure, he just loves how you’re completely helpless and vulnerable under him. He slowly pushes his cock into you, the warm feeling causing him to grunt as he holds your hips tighter. Once he’s fully inside he waits for you to adjust to him, once you give him the go ahead he thrusts slowly into you, wanting to go slow as to not hurt you, but god is it so difficult to, the faces you make and the noises you let out only feed into his neediness and desire but he holds back as much as he can. Once you begin to ask for him to go faster- thats where he loses it (lord have mercy on your soul). He starts to thrust in faster, the warm feeling of you around his cock putting him in a daze, his mind is clouded at the feeling as he lets out loud moans and grunts, he kisses you all over as he praises your beauty. As you cum around him you expect him to stop- you were wrong. He is just too lost in a daze, he cant seem to stop his movements, only being able to thrust faster as he overstimulates you, he just cant help wanting to leave you as a moaning lost mess!~

“God you feel so good! The warm feeling around m-Ah!~ my cock is so intense, im sorry- i don’t mean to be rough but i just cant help-Mm!~ it.. you’re just so beautiful… so wonderful…Ah!~ god i need you..you’re mine and only-Ah!~ mine!~”

Jouno

Top

Next is our favorite blind man, Jouno is very dedicated and finds his work to be top priority, (bringing justice to the innocent and what not). So nobody would have guessed he would end up being head over heels for you. He makes sure to hide it of course but you cant ignore how he randomly has free time in your free time, or how he “coincidentally” finds you out and about in your daily routines. He has long talks with you and admires your sense of justice and your willingness to help others, and how your heart beat faster when he was around. The more you hang out, the more you both fall harder for each other. When you two were alone, you decided to confess. He could hear how fast your heart was beating and how your voice slightly trembled. He knew you weren’t lying and he couldn’t help but confess too. Publicly, he is not as openly affectionate as you are but in private, he makes sure to show you just how much he adores you~

Sex with Jouno usually consists of rough fucking and a lot of teasing. He plays with you and touches all over your body, he makes sure to comment and tease you for every sound you make, how your heart beats faster and faster as his hands trace from your chest down to your thighs, how your tremble and squirm as he roughly thrusts into you. Degrading words fall from his mouth as he grunts at the feeling of your warm walls. He bites into your shoulder as you moan and beg for him to keep going, he feels how close you are and slows down his pace. He can feel your disappointment and neediness and teases you about how desperate you must be for wanting him to keep going at such a relentless pace. He makes you beg for him to continue as he slowly grinds against you, once he is satisfied he thrusts into you like a needy dog. As you finally cum, he smirks while still thrusting into you, not stopping until you cum a second time, once you do he allows himself to finally fill you up with his cum. He truly does adore you, but he just can’t help wanting to tease the life out of you~

“Listen to yourself moan like a needy whore under me, ah~ your body is becoming oddly sensitive, are you close darling?~ aww~ to bad i wont allow you to cum until you beg like the desperate bitch you are for me to continue~…see wasnt that easy? I hope you don’t think im stopping now!~”

Ango

Switch

Now our lovely four eyes, Ango is a very busy man, having to handle business as well as keeping secrets and information from others can be very exhausting. Knowing this, love wasnt a big priority for him. He usually saw it as just extra work and too time consuming, but then he met you. For some strange reason, you captivated him, he wanted to spend time with you, sometimes even rescheduling work or meetings just to see you. Ango is a smart man, he knew exactly what he was feeling but coming to terms with it was a bit harder. But once the time was right, he told you how he felt. The flustered/surprised look on his face when you confessed too was definitely one to remember and definitely not the last time you’d see it~

Because of his busy schedule, you and Ango don’t usually have much “alone time”. The more time you two spend apart, the more the desire for each other grows. So when you two finally get the chance to be alone together, you make sure to make up for lost time. Ango tries to take it slow and hold back, but all the pent up stress and desire gets the best of him. He moans and grunts at the warm feeling around his cock which he had long yearned for. Hes intoxicated by your smell and just cant get enough as he roughly fucks you as he kisses your neck, he makes sure to show you how much he missed you. Switching positions is very common, he loves it when you take control and leave him a moaning and whining mess. He holds on to your hips as he thrusts upwards into you as you bounce down on him. He truly did miss you, your voice, your scent, your body, and your sweet desperation~

“Oh god how I’ve missed yo- Ah!~ You still feel as good as i-Mm!~ remember… your face is still as beautiful too, how your eyes roll back and how your-Mm!~ cheeks flush deep red at my words, my beautiful darling~”

Oda

Top

My favorite orphan collector, Oda is not opposed to the idea of love but he doesn’t go out of his way searching for it. He just goes on with his work and daily routine, he doesn’t see a point or reason in changing it, until he met you. He took it very slow with you, making sure not to rush into anything and take it a step at a time. His schedule began to change because of this, he would find himself going out to eat with you rather than eating alone, taking you to visit the children every weekend and accompanying him on shopping runs for toys and snacks for the kids (The kids definitely told him to shoot his shot, they fr hyped him up). He loved how caring and kind you were to the kids, he loved your hobbies and your interests, all of these things about you just made him fall harder until the day finally came where he confessed. He brought flowers and asked you in the most romantic way if you would be his. When you said yes, he gave you a loving smile and made you a promise, he promised to always cherish and love you~

Oda made sure to keep that promise even in your most intimate moments. He is a true gentleman so he tends to prioritize your pleasure over his own, he starts off by kissing you, starting from your face, to your chest, to your stomach and to your thighs. He praises you as you hold on to his shoulders for dear life as you struggle to form coherent words, his sweet words contradicting his pace. He pays close attention to your sweet reactions and makes sure to do exactly what makes you feel good, he loves to hear those sinful moans and whines you let out at his movements. The way you beg and plead for more drives him crazy as he grips onto your hips, thrusting even deeper than before causing you to arch your back. He believes eye contact is very intimate, it reminds him that this moment is one that can only be shared between you two. So you know he’s close when he closes his eyes, clenching his teeth as he lets out low groans, softly cursing under his breath at the feeling of you. His mind gets clouded as he keeps thrusting into you with a needy pace, he kisses and bites your neck as he feels himself coming close. He just cant help it, you’re so amazing, so kind, and so beautiful, you’re someone he will love and cherish forever~

“Mm!~ Darling~ you look so beautiful, ..do you want me t-Ah!~ go faster? Mhm~ just keep your eyes on me, no no no don’t- Ah~ look away…, look at me with those pretty eyes, please..~”

Kunikida

Switch, preferred top

Now my lovely ideal man, Kunikida values his ideals in both workplace and personal love life. So, when he saw you, his ideal woman, he was head over heels. He made sure to take things slow with you, he patiently waited for the right moment to ask you to be his. It had to be perfect, the setting, the time, the weather, it must all be ideally perfect for you. Once the time was right he asked you to be his, and oh lord the blush and huge grin on his face when you accepted, he swears he saw stars. He was so happy to finally be with you, you’re so perfect, everything he’s ever wanted, he treasures you and cant help but want to shower you with nothing but affection~

Kunikida is a very traditional man, he wants to take the roll as the dominant man in the relationship and in the bedroom. He prioritizes your pleasure and enjoyment over his, so it’s no surprise that your under him moaning as he thrusts deeper into you. His eyes only focused on your face, your reactions and the sinful noises you let out as he touches that one spot that pushes you over the edge, his cheeks are flushed, his hair is tangled, he’s a complete utter mess but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is getting to hear more of those sweet moans from you. Now, he would never reject having you top once in a while but getting him to fully submit is surely a task. He does try to put up a fight, he tries his hardest to hold back moans, only letting out low grunts as you clench around him, he still wants to have some control but god the way you move, the way you dirty talk into his ear as you kiss his neck, its all so much he cant help but let out low whines as he curses under his breath, its not fair how perfect you are~

“Ah!~ you feel so good darling, those noises you’re making gosh i cant help but- Mmm!~ want to hear them more, Fuck!- im close, i am so lucky to be with you, Mm! F-fuck!- you truly are…my ideal woman~”

Sigma

Switch

My beloved casino man Sigma, he has been through a lot in his 3 years of existence. He had people left and right use him then throw him aside when he was no longer needed, his trust and faith in others had almost disappeared, but you….you were different. From the moment you two met he felt safe and secure around you, a foreign warm feeling in his heart grew the more you two grew closer. Once the two of you got together it was like his whole world had changed. Love filled his heart and he couldn’t help but wonder, what did he do to deserve such a sweet angel like you? Sigma is very greatful for you, he wants to show you how precious you are to him, even in your most intimate moments…~

Sex with Sigma is very intimate and love filled. He kisses all over your body as sweet words fall from his lips. He makes sure to watch your every reaction, taking note of every noise you make, how you squirm and melt at his touch, and especially that pretty flushed face of yours. When he tops he usually goes at a relatively soft and gentle pace, each thrust filled with nothing but love and desire as moans and praises fill the room, but there are days where he isn’t as gentle. He swears he is trying to be as gentle as possible but god you look so cute and precious under him and the pent up stress from the day is getting the best of him. Praise and love filled affirmations contradict his current harsh and needy pace, (poor baby). He loves it when you top him, he feels safe and trusts you enough to be this vulnerable with you. He can’t do anything but blush and whine at your movements, how you reassure and praise him through it all, how you kiss him all over and make him feel loved and wanted. You’re just so perfect, like an angel sent from above~

“Gosh~ You’re so beautiful…What did I do t- Ah~ deserve you? You’re so perfect, so caring and kind, Mm!~ ..the way you clench around me… does this mean I’m doing a good job? I want to please you, make you feel as g-Ah!~ good as you make me feel, my love, my darling, my angel~”

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Hello everyone! Agh! Im so sorry for not posting- finals have been beating my ass recently, im happy to say im done with them and i hope you enjoy this post…more on the way!

As always feel free to comment your own head cannons! Love ya!~

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krypticcafe · 4 months

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How do you feel about CoD boys in a monster au? Whether they’re the monster or their s/o is the monster, I just think it would be neat. I’m partial towards werewolves but honestly I love anything that goes bump in the night. I LOVE the idea of a monster being afraid of hurting their partner but their partner knows that they could never hurt them. If you’re open to monster requests, I have so many ideas. Just… monsters, man

oooo are we spitballing bc I love throwing around ideas!!

I absolutely love monster AUs, one of my faves is @/bluegiragi's and I'm sure you all know that iconic one. I'm totally open to monster/hybrid requests, and a detailed list of what other things I write can be found in the cafe's Customer Service Policy aka rules :]

And monster-related plots? I'm a sucker for that shit, need more of that and monster!reader.

If I were to make a Monster Hybrid AU with my own specific ideas though, hmm...

Powerful and stoic, Price would make a great minotaur (lower half of a bull). Sure, maybe his back isn't what it used to be, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the strength to send you back to your maker. Every step he takes on base acknowledges his presence, a posture that demands respect from its witnesses. The horns on his head aren't something to mess with either, though it takes him ages to scrape out the dried blood from the cracks and tailor his bucket hats.

On the other hand, the canine hybrid for Soap is oddly charming. Similarly to a werewolf, he would have the senses of one, but as a just hybrid, he's unable to fully transform. Instead, he's equipped with features like ears, tail, fangs, some fur on his arms and legs, and a longer tongue. I can see him being a border collie, the Scottish sheepdog just makes sense. But a kelpie/merfolk would also work with his callsign. Soap, a mischievous water spirit known for "cleaning out" rooms of enemies? A body with slick scales, gills, and a frilled mohawk when in monster form? Yeah, I can definitely see that.

For someone with a Queen's honor, a phoenix feels right for Gaz. Bright and burning wings and tail—a light that feels regal and elegant, yet so youthful and lively at the same time. With him in the sky, you're guaranteed to be safe under his watch. Or maybe a cervitaur with those doe eyes of his, gorgeous as ever. Yet equipped with a kick that's sure to shatter the ribs of those who mock him for being just a faun with a pretty face.

Undeniably, with such a specific callsign, Ghost can't be anything other than a wraith. Maybe mix in a bit of demonic blood, soul-eater tendencies, or even marks of an incubus for a little extra kick. His scars look more like shadowy cracks in his skin, smoke pours from the concerningly realistic skull he wears, he looks more like a reaper than a spirit. Regardless, this man is a shadowy phantom that provokes the fear of gods in whoever he sets his target as.

Roach, sure maybe his energy is fitting of a satyr or something more fitting and urban for our token American, like a roach version of Mothman. Bug wings and scales similar to the structure of an exoskeleton, But Roach came to be for being nearly indestructible, like the bug. In fact, it would be more accurate to call Roach, Roaches, as a bogeyman with a human body that can crumble into a swarm of those insects would explain why gunshots and explosions can hardly stop him.

Like Ghost, we can't deny who Hound is, either. Werewolf. Anything less would be criminal. For fun, mix it in with a bit of hellhound hybrid biology, so that he has to either go as a full hellhound or a human with hellhound features. Eyes that burn like Tartarus and a fanged snarl that even Cerberus would shudder at. Maybe even make him in charge of a hellhound K-9 unit, forced to face the very thing he fears.

As for the Reader? Well, that's up to you. Personally, I'm a little fond of shapeshifters. Might need to draw some of these ideas sometime...

Ah well, just some thoughts I had. Any other spitballs you guys have?

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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Chapter 6

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

“Oh would you look who decided to acknowledge I exist?”

Steve didn’t hold back his eye roll at Robin’s words since she couldn’t see him. He’d decided to call her on the walk to his car after work, just to update her on things and make sure she was okay if he wasn’t home right after work.

“We just saw each other yesterday.”

“More than 24 hours ago, Steve.”

“We are two separate humans, Robin.”

“But only one brain. Look at you separating a whole brain. This is why I couldn’t concentrate today. You took it with you.”

“Are you done?” Steve sighed. “If you’re done, I need to talk to my best friend.”

“What’s wrong?” Robin’s tone went from slightly annoyed to concerned, which meant she’d never actually been that annoyed to begin with.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to let you know I’ll be home late.”

Please don’t ask, please just accept it, don’t ask, don’t ask.

“Why?”

Fuck.

“Just stopping by Eddie’s for a bit.”

He was met with complete silence. He pulled his phone away to make sure the call hadn’t been dropped. It hadn’t.

“Robs?”

“Steve. I’m saying this because I love you.” Oh boy, here we go. “I’m worried.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. I’m just hanging out for a bit and then coming home.”

“You’ve practically lived with him since Saturday!”

“Okay, just because I slept over…”

“Twice! In a row!”

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Uh huh. It doesn’t mean anything except you have barely been home and you literally went to subspace and dropped and probably subspace again with this stranger who did one nice tattoo and suddenly you’re ready to fly to Vegas and forget me!”

Ah. Steve let himself feel guilty for a moment before he remembered her insistence just a few weeks before that he needed to find other friends besides her, be social, maybe find a boyfriend.

Well, now he was doing some of that and she had a problem?

“I’m just enjoying my time with someone new. This is what you’ve wanted me to do forever, right?”

“Not like this!”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m not following your rules for my friendships.”

“This isn’t a friendship, this is some weird sexual situation that’s gonna end up messy and you’re gonna end up hurt. It’ll be Nancy all over again.”

That hurt. Robin had been the one to get him through the Nancy heartbreak, always offering whatever support he needed while he worked through his disappointment that turned into an identity crisis that turned into a bit of a change of personality. She never judged him for his response to it. She was the perfect friend.

Having her throw it at him like this left a sour taste in his mouth and a hollowness in his chest.

She’d never spoken to him like this, not even when they got into stupid little arguments about cleaning the common areas of the apartment that sometimes escalated more than they should. This felt like she was jealous and taking it out on him.

Jealous of what though? She never seemed interested in having an actual relationship, and she was out all the time, leaving him to fend for himself in their apartment.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, Steve.”

“Yeah, well. I appreciate the concern.”

Steve hung up. It wasn’t the mature thing to do, he knew that. But he was hurt, and he didn’t want to make things worse by letting the hurt out on her. He would talk to her when he got back home.

They were best friends, platonic soulmates. They’d get past this.

But for now, Steve turned his notifications off on his phone, got in his car, and drove to Eddie’s house.

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He made it inside with no issues, putting the key back under the mat once the front door was unlocked.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket once he was inside, ignoring the many texts from Robin to send a quick text to Eddie.

Made it home. Gonna make spaghetti. That okay?

He was looking around the kitchen to find all of the things he’d need when his phone started buzzing.

Eddie was calling.

“Hey, thought you’d be with the client.”

“I am, but it’s a friend. She’s taking a break. How was the rest of your day?”

Steve didn’t want him to know about his fight with Robin, not when most of it revolved around how quickly he was becoming attached to him.

“It was fine. Um, spaghetti’s okay? I just figured you probably had stuff for it.”

Eddie didn’t immediately respond, and Steve tried not to let himself worry.

“Spaghetti’s perfect. What happened, sunshine?”

How did he know? Steve was notorious for hiding his feelings from people, he’d been a champion for most of his life out of self-preservation.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” Steve was putting everything into being convincing.

Eddie was at work, he didn’t need to deal with Steve’s problems.

“Stevie, did something upset you? Do you need me to come home?”

God, of course he would offer to hurry back. He was so nice and Steve didn’t deserve it.

“Steve. I will leave right now and come back, just say the word.”

“No, no. I’m okay. Just had an argument with Robin. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sorry, sunshine. What will help?”

He didn’t know. He didn’t think he could really talk about it right now. He didn’t want Eddie to feel like he had to talk him through it when he was with a client.

He started to feel worse.

“I think maybe I should head back early tonight. Make sure I see her before she goes to bed.”

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll be done here in an hour. You don’t have to cook anything, I’ll just grab us something on the way.”

“No. It’ll keep me busy. Can I cook please?”

He didn’t mean to sound so whiny, or practically beg, but it must have worked because Eddie gave in.

“If you really want to, you can cook. But I want you to go change into my clothes first, okay?”

Thank God Eddie couldn’t see the redness of his cheeks spreading down his neck.

“Okay. Can I wear your hoodie?”

He knew it would smell like him, and he knew it was soft, and he knew it would make him feel a million times better.

“Yeah, sweetheart. It’s on the bed. I’ll text you when I leave here, but call me if you need me before that.”

“I will.”

“Good boy. See you soon, sunshine.”

Steve felt warmer, lighter, more like he could handle the feelings Robin brought up. He knew if he could feel like this for a little bit, he could easily handle whatever conversation they’d have when he got home.

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Steve was so focused on the sauce he was making, he didn’t hear the front door open or footsteps come through the living room and into the kitchen or Eddie walking up behind him.

He felt strong arms wrap around his chest from behind, a soft kiss placed on his temple.

He leaned back against the warmth of Eddie, the calm he exuded taking over the whole kitchen.

“Welcome home, Eds.”

“Mm. Could get used to that,” Eddie said as he kissed Steve’s cheek, then his jaw, his neck.

Steve was doing his best to stay focused. He was cooking dinner, right.

He started to lean forward, but Eddie pulled him back again.

“Babe, I have to cook,” Steve giggled.

“Not done,” Eddie said against his neck, teeth barely scraping against Steve’s pulse point and causing him to let out a moan.

“I don’t.” Kiss. “Want this.” Kiss. “To.” Tongue.

Fuck.

“You keep cooking, sunshine. I’m just gonna enjoy my appetizer.”

“But I made garlic bread,” Steve pouted, pulling away as much as Eddie would let him. “For an appetizer.”

Eddie pulled away and looked at Steve, blinking at him as if he were confused.

Then he broke out in a huge smile.

“You’re trouble, sunshine.”

And to Steve, that sounded like he was saying something entirely different.

— — — — — — —

They didn’t talk about Robin.

Steve put their food on plates while Eddie grabbed some beers from the fridge.

It was very domestic. Comfortable. Nice.

Eddie insisted on sitting right next to Steve, one hand on his thigh for the entire dinner. His thumb was rubbing back and forth, his fingers sometimes drew designs on his knee, and he tapped rhythms into his skin until it felt like Steve was part of the song.

It was easy.

They talked about their days. Steve gave him the full play-by-play of his meeting with Will and Eddie kissed his cheek when he was done and told him how happy he was that Will liked it.

Eddie told him about his appointment, Chrissy, who he’d been good friends with since high school. He’d shown her that tattooing was a way to love her body when she’d been diagnosed with an eating disorder. He promised her he’d do any tattoo she wanted for free if she went through the intensive rehab and therapy process, and four months later, she came by his shop and became his favorite client on top of one of his best friends.

Steve leaned his head on Eddie’s shoulder as he spoke, smiling to himself as he realized that Eddie was just a caring person.

He cared about everyone in his life in a way that Steve had not been familiar with before Robin.

He cared the way Steve cared, and he made Steve want to show it more.

He made Steve want to be bright in a way he’d never wanted to be before.

Eddie made him feel like he could shine.

He felt the impending rain cloud of leaving his side, though. Facing Robin would be a storm he didn’t want to weather tonight, feeling a bit overwhelmed already from his day of emotions.

It had started so good. It felt good right now.

“You got quiet on me, sunshine. What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”

A lot. So much. He didn’t know how to answer without putting everything on the table, and he knew he couldn’t do that right now. He didn’t want to cry either and that was getting more likely the more tired he got.

“Just thinking.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Anywhere you want is fine with me, sweetheart.”

Steve could tell him a little. Maybe talk about how much he wanted to stay by Eddie’s side. Or how he didn’t know how he was already so attached, but the thought of not having Eddie around was already devastating.

How much he could love him if he was given the chance.

“I’m scared that Robin’s right.”

Well, that’ll spark a conversation he didn’t want to have.

Nice job, idiot. You’re gonna end up spilling your secrets.

“Right about what?”

Eddie’s arm was now wrapped around Steve’s shoulder, hand resting against his arm where his fingers were tracing designs that Steve would tattoo on his skin.

“She said this is gonna end bad. I’ll get hurt. She didn’t want me to come tonight.”

Yeah, that’s not giving too much away.

Eddie’s fingers froze against his arm.

“She thinks I’d hurt you?”

“I guess.”

And a part of Steve believed it too. That was part of why he felt so shitty. Eddie already held the power to hurt him and he didn’t even realize it.

“Stevie, look at me for a minute.”

Steve pulled away, letting Eddie’s arm fall, but quickly finding his hand to lace their fingers together for extra comfort.

“I know this is gonna sound crazy, and it’s okay if you don’t wanna stick around after, but,” Eddie’s eyes were shining. Was he going to cry? “I’ve never felt like this with anyone. I’ve never wanted to spend every moment with someone before you. I missed you so much today, it was like I was being torn in half. I know it’s crazy. I know. But you’re important to me. I don’t know what will happen, I don’t know what you want, I just know that I wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt you.”

Steve could feel his lip quivering. He knew he had tears in his eyes.

He was in deep and the only way out was through.

“I don’t know how to explain how much being around you has changed me. Just in the last two days I’ve felt like someone I didn’t even know I could be. Robin’s worried because,” Steve took a deep, steadying breath. He had to be honest. Eddie deserved it. “I jump into things quickly. I’ve always been like that. I commit hard and fast and I end up hurt every time. She was around for the worst one with my ex-girlfriend. She’s worried this will be like that and thinks you’re just using me for the sexual aspect of it. Well, she thinks we’re using each other, I think. And maybe if you were different, I would be. I’m not always a great guy. But it’s just that you’re you. You’re the kind of person who will always get the best me because you deserve someone who makes you feel the way you make other people feel.”

The words just didn’t stop coming.

Steve would’ve been more nervous about it if he wasn’t watching the fondness seep out of Eddie’s pores.

His every movement revolved around Steve’s own, his touches gentle and electric.

His hand was cupping the side of Steve’s neck, his eyes staring into Steve’s soul, even though he’d just laid it out on the table in front of them.

“You deserve to be the best you because it makes you feel good. But if I can help you find that, then I’m all yours, sunshine. As long as you want me.”

Steve leaned forward, resting his forehead against Eddie’s.

He closed his eyes.

His phone started ringing.

He planned to ignore it. He knew it was Robin and he wasn’t quite ready to face her yet.

But he knew if he didn’t answer, she’d worry. Maybe dramatically call 911 to do a wellness check.

He didn’t want to put Eddie through all that.

He grabbed his phone and answered, letting his head rest against Eddie’s chest.

“Yeah?”

“Steve. Listen. I’m sorry about earlier, okay? I didn’t mean that. I’m just worried about you. I want you to have someone who makes you happy, but I want you to be safe and-“

“Robs, I know. I’m sorry I freaked out.”

Eddie’s hands were moving up and down his back slowly, adding pressure to his shoulders where he was most tense.

“Are you gonna be home soon?”

Steve resisted saying that he was home.

He realized he’d said it twice to Eddie; This felt like home. He’d never really had somewhere that felt like home. Even with Robin, he knew they were roommates because neither of them could afford rent on their own.

But here, he felt like he could safely recharge, relax, be himself, float away and find his way back. And he could do it all with Eddie.

“Yeah. I’ll head out soon.”

Robin was silent as Eddie started playing with the hem of Steve’s shirt.

“You could just stay. If you wanted. I mean I have your location and you’ll text me in the morning so I know you’re alive.”

Steve considered that this might be a test, that Robin was seeing if he’d give in easily and not explain anything else.

But Robin isn’t the type of friend to test him like that. She was never anything but honest and straightforward, never would expect him to make a choice like that to win her love. That’s just not who she was.

“I could stay tonight.”

Steve looked up at Eddie, who was smiling and nodding down at him, hands never stopping their comforting movements on his back.

“I’m gonna stay tonight.” Steve smiled into the phone as if Robin was able to see. “But tomorrow, I’m coming home after work and we’re having a long talk. We’re gonna order pizza and we’re gonna drink enough cheap wine to have the worst hangover ever on Wednesday morning. Okay?”

Robin let out a quiet chuckle. Good. Laughter is good.

“Okay, dingus. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You got it, Robs.”

When Steve hung up the phone, Eddie pulled him tight against his chest, letting Steve find his place with his nose against his collarbone.

He breathed in his scent, smiling to himself at how quickly he relaxed into it.

“Sounds like things went well.”

“Mhm. Things’ll be good.”

Eddie kissed the top of his head.

“Let me clean up the dishes and then we can go to bed.”

“No, wanna stay here.”

“Here, in this chair?” Eddie snorted. “I don’t think either of us actually want that, sunshine.”

“Don’t wanna move.”

“How about I carry you?”

“Yes, please.”

For some reason, Steve didn’t exactly expect him to actually lift him in his arms and carry him. But he did.

He had him in his arms like he was a new bride being carried over the threshold, and Steve was blushing from his head to his toes.

Steve looked up at his face, taking in the way Eddie had a near-constant smirk when he was doing things like this. Like he was having fun and liked doing it.

Eddie dropped him in bed, laughing at the ‘oof’ Steve let out from the impact of hitting the mattress and pillows.

He stared down at Steve with that soft look he gave him before. Like Steve was actually making his life brighter, like it was a beautiful thing to have and know Steve.

No one has ever looked at him like that.

“Stevie.”

“Hm?”

“I really want to kiss you.”

Steve gulped.

“I really want you to kiss me.”

Eddie didn’t question it or wait, and his wet lips were against his with a passion Steve had never experienced in his life.

He forgot about everything except the way Eddie’s lips fit perfectly against his, slowly opening his own up so he could lick into his mouth.

He ran his tongue along Steve’s bottom lip, smiling into the kiss when Steve let out a loud moan.

Eddie’s hand was in his hair, tugging on the ends just enough to keep Steve present as his other hand ghosted down his side and squeezed his hip.

Steve could stay just like this forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.

He’d never have enough of Eddie touching him, kissing him, caring for him.

He wanted it always.

He let out another moan when Eddie’s teeth bit down on his bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and lips like he was trying to eat him.

Steve would let him.

But just when he thought he was going to stay like this all night, Eddie pulled away, nipping at his bottom lip one more time before he separated from him completely and stood up.

“Gonna go clean up. Be a good boy for me and stay right here. No touching yourself.”

Steve hadn’t really thought about doing so until he watched Eddie walk away and glanced down to see that he was hard. Incredibly so.

Suddenly, his only focus was on getting relief from how hard he was. How had he gotten there from a kiss?

It was like every touch from Eddie was equal to 1000 touches from anyone else. If Eddie touched his cock, he was done for. He’d embarrass himself beyond belief.

Maybe if Steve didn’t think about it, it would go away and it’d be fine.

Maybe he could just give himself a little touch. Eddie wouldn’t know. It’s not like he was watching.

But Eddie said not to.

Steve had to listen to Eddie.

He could distantly hear Eddie washing dishes in the kitchen, dishes clanking around while the water ran from the faucet.

He could feel the heat of the sweatpants and hoodie he was wearing, causing him to break out in a sweat.

Eddie didn’t say he couldn’t take his clothes off. He just said he couldn’t touch himself.

So Steve removed the hoodie and sweatpants in record time, unable to focus on anything except the cool sheets under him and the hard length nearly poking out of his boxers.

He hoped Eddie would touch him when he got back. He couldn’t sleep like this.

Too on edge, too close to falling the wrong way off the cliff.

He didn’t even register when Eddie entered the room again, his thoughts stuck on how good it would feel to have Eddie’s hands on him again.

Then Eddie’s hands were on him again. They were cupping his cheeks and forcing him to make eye contact with him.

Eddie was shirtless already, straddling his lap.

Steve didn’t care how he got there, just that he was.

He couldn’t help the whine he let out when Eddie’s cock brushed against his.

Oh, he wasn’t wearing pants either.

Steve hoped this was going where he wanted it to.

“You look so beautiful like this, sweet thing. Like I could eat you right up,” Eddie said before leaning in to leave a trail of kisses down his neck.

He paused right where Steve knew his freckles were and let out a small laugh against his skin.

“These are the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

Steve whined. He needed Eddie to kiss them, kiss him, kiss anywhere. He needed his lips on him every second of every day.

As if he could read his mind, Eddie gently kissed his freckles. Steve could feel his smile against his skin.

“Please kiss me,” he let out, needy whimper following his words.

“Am kissing you, sweet thing.”

And he was. Technically. But Steve needed to taste him again, needed their mouths connected so he could feel his breath in his own lungs, taking and giving oxygen Steve so desperately wanted to give and receive.

“Need you, please,” Steve added, as if that would make Eddie do anything else. “Please, please.”

Begging was not what he thought would happen tonight, but his mouth no longer had a filter as he felt Eddie’s hips roll against him.

The friction was almost too much.

Steve was going to cum. Right there in his boxers after barely making out and like, two barely there touches against his cock.

“Love hearing you beg,” Eddie said as he trailed his lips and tongue and teeth down Steve’s chest. He licked at one of his nipples, blowing cold air on it after. Steve shivered, but not from the cold.

“Feels so good,” Steve managed to get out.

He could tell he was becoming more incoherent, his moans getting louder despite Eddie hardly doing anything at all to him. He’d be embarrassed if he didn’t know how hard Eddie was above him.

Suddenly, Eddie’s lips were back on his own. He sighed into it, relief at being given what he wanted letting him relax further into the bed.

The relief only lasted for a moment, though.

Eddie was pulling away and laying down next to Steve.

No.

“No,” Steve said, turning his head to pout at him. “More.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at him.

“That doesn’t sound very polite, Stevie. I can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask nicely,” Eddie sounded bored. Was he bored?

No, he wouldn’t have gone from interest to bored that quickly. Would he?

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You listening?”

“Mhm.”

“Good boy. You’re gonna get on my lap and you’re gonna get yourself off. No hands.” Steve was already moving, but Eddie put his hand on his chest to hold him still. “No boxers. You use your safe word if it gets too much.”

Steve didn’t know how this could be too much, but he was too far gone to do anything but agree.

“Okay.”

Eddie removed his hand and didn’t stop Steve this time when he got up and straddled Eddie’s thighs, the reverse position they’d been in before giving Steve a head rush. He helped push Steve’s boxers off, holding him steady when his legs nearly gave out when he kicked them off.

Eddie didn’t touch him at first, letting Steve find the position that worked best for him and watching as he tried to find the perfect level of contact.

He couldn’t though.

“Oh, sweet thing, you can’t get it right can you?”

Steve whined and shook his head, feeling tears of frustration building behind his eyes.

“You want me to help you?”

“Please, yes, help,” Steve got out between pants.

Eddie’s hands were on his hips, warmth spreading from the place they touched Steve’s skin throughout his body. His grip was strong, nearly leaving fingerprint bruises in his skin. Steve wished he would.

“More.”

“More what?”

“Fingers. Harder.”

Finding the right words was hard. Steve was doing all he could to keep his eyes locked on Eddie’s face, vision going a bit blurry from the cloudiness in his head.

Eddie understood though.

His fingers gripped harder, and Steve knew he’d be done for soon regardless of the friction on his cock.

“You want help getting started, sweet thing?”

“Mhm. Mmm,” Steve was incoherent. He knew it, but he couldn’t do anything but let Eddie have full control.

Eddie used his strong grip to move Steve’s hips back and forth a few times, the feeling of Steve’s bare cock against Eddie’s clothed one nearly enough to send him over the edge right away.

He was moaning uncontrollably.

“I’m not doing it all for you,” Eddie said, letting go of Steve’s hips and watching as Steve stuttered in his movements. “C’mon. You were so desperate for it before.”

Steve didn’t think about how he was naked and Eddie wasn’t, how his dripping cock was getting Eddie’s boxers messy, how Eddie was smirking at him as he struggled to keep up the pace Eddie had started.

He only thought about how he had to get relief and make Eddie proud of him for doing what he asked.

Steve’s hips moved back and forth, rolling down every time he pushed forward so he could feel Eddie’s length against his own.

It was too much and not enough and Steve didn’t know how long he could keep this up.

Eddie was watching him, talking him through it, but not touching him.

“That’s it, sweet thing. Doing so good for me,” Eddie let out a moan when he started moving faster. “That’s it, sweetheart. Making me feel so fucking good.”

Steve wasn’t even registering his own pleasure anymore, only able to hear the way Eddie’s words were getting breathier, moans louder.

“Gonna cum for me? Want you to make me messy, sunshine. C’mon,” Eddie started tilting his hips up to meet Steve every time he rolled his hips down.

It was so much.

There was nothing but Eddie. His voice wrapped around him like a warm blanket as Steve felt the pull in his stomach letting him know he was close.

“Mm, Eddie, Eddie-“ Steve was babbling and he couldn’t stop. He didn’t care. He didn’t think Eddie did either. “Gonna. Gonna be good.”

Eddie let out a loud moan and sat up enough to kiss Steve’s lips.

Steve was done for.

He came so hard he almost couldn’t even feel it, the pleasure making his vision go black and his body go numb.

He could feel Eddie rut against him a few more times before he let out a groan.

He couldn’t open his eyes to see, but he knew Eddie must’ve finished too.

“So good, sunshine. Did so good for me, can’t believe I’m so lucky,” Eddie was whispering into his ear, soft breaths making Steve shiver against him.

Steve felt Eddie moving him so he was laying down in bed.

Then cold air shocked him into opening his eyes and letting out a pained whimper.

“Shhh, sweet thing. Just grabbing a washcloth. Gotta clean you up and take care of you, yeah? You did so good for me,” Eddie said as he pecked a kiss to his forehead.

Steve wasn’t quite floating now, but he recognized that he’d been on the cusp of it before Eddie walked away. He still wasn’t aware of most of what was going on, just that he’d never felt so good in his life and he hadn’t even had hands on him.

Whatever Eddie had done to take Steve apart was incredible.

When Eddie came back with the washcloth and gently wiped his stomach and chest, Steve tried to speak.

“Love that,” was all he was capable of, but it was a start. Eddie would get the gist of it.

“I’m glad. Loved doing that with you,” Eddie said softly as he got into bed next to Steve. He immediately pulled Steve on top of him, and Steve nearly gasped at Eddie being naked under him. “Feeling okay?”

Steve nodded against his chest.

He’d never felt better.

As he drifted to sleep to Eddie’s soft whispers, Steve thought about how he could possibly love someone so much so quickly.

Chapter 7

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starkskeep · 1 year

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But if you hold me without hurting me (r. stark)

But if you hold me without hurting me r. stark imagine

Pt. 5 of Oh, all I used to do was pray, Right when I felt the moment stop, And I might be ok, but I'm not fine at all, And the life I gave away

Pairings - Robb Stark x female!Reader

Summary - You have a long-awaited conversation with Robb. It changes things between the two of you.

Word Count - 1,133 words

Warnings - Angst, Possibly unbearable cheesiness

A/N - I broke the Taylor Swift title streak. In my defense, I have been a LDR stan since middle school and Cinnamon Girl makes me sob every time I listen to it.

Songs I listened to while writing: Like Real People Do (Hozier), Cinnamon Girl, Carmen (Lana Del Rey), Me and My Husband (Mitski)

Robb feels his heart start to beat erratically as he watches you and Jon. It is obvious that you care deeply about Jon as he does you. Robb knows that he has walked in on something private, feeling jealous but also wishing that he could be the one to comfort you as such. Your moment with Jon is interrupted when Robb clears his throat in order to make you aware of his entrance into your chambers. The sound startles you and causes you to turn in Robb’s direction. Jon also turns to look at Robb, his expression wary that Robb would misinterpret the scene.

Robb begins to speak slowly but his voice cracks ever so slightly, his heart contracting in his chest due to an onslaught of emotions. “Am I interrupting anything?”

You quickly regain your composure. “No, my lord husband, you are not. I lost a letter earlier today. Jon has calmed me down and agreed to help look for it.” You dismiss Jon from your chambers, assuring him that you will be okay.

Jon locks eyes with Robb as he leaves. Tensions eased between him and Robb once he saw Robb trying to fix everything. However, Jon still continues to be an advocate for you. His brother looks back at him, eyes filled with questions he knows Jon cannot answer. Robb just needs to know that you are going to be okay, regardless of what happened.

Your husband takes a step closer to you. He looks into your eyes, searching for the pain that he knows must be there. You are a strong woman but no one should be subjected to the kind of abuse that the letter contained. As he moves closer, you notice the letter crumpled in Robb’s fist. “Ah. It seems as I I do not need to search for the letter.” You say with a sad smile, “I take it that you have seen what my father thinks of me?”

Looking down at the letter once again, Robb scowls. The fury that had been burning inside of him returns to the surface. His head shakes in disgust and he quickly closes his fist tighter around the letter, as if the action would make the item disappear from existence. Robb nods once in acknowledgment of her question. “I did. It is nothing less than disgraceful.” He draws his eyes up to meet yours. Robb’s voice shakes with thinly veiled anger. “Your father is a cruel, cruel man. To say such things to you, his own daughter…well, it is unforgivable.” He says the last word through gritted teeth.

You motion for Robb to sit next to you. In your almost year of marriage, this is the first time that you have actually asked him to be near you. It seems as if he has realized this fact as well if his hesitancy is anything to go off of. Robb’s nervous movements are in stark contrast to your controlled stillness. A couple moments pass between you two before you begin to talk. Long-awaited and much-needed words begin this conversation. “It’s cruel but what he says is true. I have failed in my duty as a wife. I should have given you an heir by now.”

Completely stunned is how the maesters would describe Robb if they were here to record this meeting. You are still calling him your husband, even after everything he has done, but you are voicing something that Robb would never want to believe. Yes, it is a wife’s and therefore your duty to give him an heir, but he would never, never force you to conceive if you were not yet ready. He turns to face the fireplace, staring into the flickering flames as he realizes how truly damaged you have been from a childhood in the Frey household and the months as his wife. Both of you have tried to do everything that has been expected of you, yet it is you who has suffered the most and continues to endure. Robb is angry at the world. Angry at the cruel words of your father. Angry at himself for the way he has treated you. Sighing deeply, he speaks after gathering his emotions. “Do not let them make you believe that this is your fault. It takes two to make a child. I am just as much to blame for the situation we find ourselves in…”

Robb’s words trail off when he feels you place your head on his shoulder. It seems to be a night of firsts. Much like you never asked him to be near you, you have never initiated any sort of physical comfort. You both enjoy the feeling until you bring Robb back to reality with your voice breaking the silence. “I don’t blame you for anything. I want you to know that. You were forced to marry me, forced to make me your queen, while you still loved Talisa. Why would you want to leave her side for a Frey, especially when Talisa was carrying your child? I ruined your life.”

Feeling a tear soak into the shoulder of his tunic, Robb tilts your head up so he can see you clearly. “You didn’t ruin my life. I made a deal with your father. I knew what I was agreeing to when I crossed the bridge.” He reaches his thumb to brush the tears off your face. “This is not your burden to bear. It is something we must share. Something we must work through so that we can grow together. Something I should have worked harder on at the beginning of our marriage.” Your husband sighs deeply and shakes his head, trying to accept how much he has just spoken. Robb comes to the startling realization that he has never voiced this sentiment to you before, much less even admitted it to himself.

“Thank you. I need to hear those words said to me.” You say and place a gentle kiss on Robb’s cheek. A blush spreads across your face as you do so.

He freezes when he feels your lips brush against his skin. A matching pink tint blotches his cheeks like yours did. This is the first time you have shown affection for him and it feels…good. Robb smiles and leans over to place a kiss on your forehead, wanting to continue this newfound physical affection that you have started. “I’m here for you. I know I haven’t been in the past, but from this moment forward, I will always be here for you my queen.” The increased presence of his Northern accent betrays the emotions that are overwhelming him. Staring into your eyes, his gaze reveals nothing but honesty and sincerity in his gaze. Robb meant every word he said to you tonight.

A/N - Once again, thank you so much for reading. My ask box is always open for requests, comments, or if just want to gush about our lovely Stark boys.

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forthechubbies · 11 months

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Watch out for strangers //Boxer! Bad Boy Au x Chubby! reader// Loser Drabble Series # 1

Warning! Groping, noncon touching, violence (Yn slaps the menace), bruised up pretty bad boy..um, I think that's it.

"Next stop Tokyo station!"

6:34am. Your usual mornings aren't this bad..You come to the realization you're life is like picking from a hat. Sometimes good and sometimes your crammed on the train similar to packaged sardines.

You gasped being shoved by the wave flooding the train. "Ouch." You massaged your sore nose. You hit something....or someone pretty hard. "That hurts."

Your eyes met a pair of black round eyes. He stood a foot over your tiny plushy status. "Fuck, someone's pup is out for a morning walk.. Where are you headin?....and all alone too."

You didn't like the vibe of him. He looks like violence is always the solution type. His brow had a mean gash making him squint like left eye slightly, purplish blue bruises can be spotted easily on his face and let's not forget the bandaids covering his bloodstained knuckles and other visible patches of skin.

Bad news! Alert! Red flag!

Yet you obediently answered. He chuckles. "Well, lucky for you, I'm free for the next-" You watched him check the time. " Ah, fuck dem, We can call me if they need me so bad-" He clicked his tongue before those eyes held you prisoner.

What is he on drugs?! Who is this guy?

"No!-I-I I don't even know you or anything about you besides you smell like sweat and blood." You attempted to widen the distance between you and the strange...and as much as you hate to admit it he's extremely handsome and by his cocky smirk.

He's well aware.

The stranger nonchalantly tilts his head examining your outfit instead of acknowledging you sassing him. "You'll catch a cold running around in this." You squeaked at his large grabby hand tugging around the base of your skirt. He paused at your cute sound, leaning in to whisper- "Fuck" He groaned, " Your too cute to pass up..."

"How about I make you mine?" He accepted his own question, quickly snatching your chubby hips into him. " You smell good-feel good to-" The bastard hands snuck behind you squeezing your bum like it's his.

You gasped, unconsciously gripping his biceps.

"Who did you think you are!? Get your hands off me!" The loud smack of a harsh slap caused silence to bleeding through your section of the train.

All eyes are on y'all.

Your eyes widen at your unintentional action, hurting him wasn't a part of the plan you just wanted to get his hands off you yet you manage to strike him.

" I didnt-I really didn't mean too- I'm sorry."

The smirk was gone in it's replacement was a really pissed off look but it was strangely temporary. He scoffed curling the corners of his lips into a rather unsettling smirk. "It's fine, sweetheart. I can take a hit."

He struggles to hold his laughter at your cute expression at the nickname. "But we should save the foreplay for later. Yes?" He aggressively snatches your chubby figure against his firm body.

You could only imagine what he's hiding under that baggy hoodie.

"What are you-"

You were interrupted by the train coming to a stop, seeing a window of opportunity you kneeled the creep in his groin before dashing into the crowd of people getting off.

You could hear his arrogant voice spitting insults from every direction.

God, I hope I never see that psycho again.

Loser Drabbles is a new series created to resemble the boyfriend's drabbles but in my way dumb way. This bad boy can be anyone you want but I thought of Kota Miura.

#ren hiramoto x chubby reader #ren hiramoto #ren hiramoto x reader #kota miura #kota miura x chubby reader #kota miura x reader #dark romance #yandere oc x reader

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roomsofangel · 2 months

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GROWING PAINS . . . # CHAPTER NINE !

synopsis you hated christmas. simple. this year was no different, the only thing changing was the scenery when you decide to let your older brother, yunho convince you to visit your grandmother who neither of you had met but hoped it would do some good. everything was still the same — writer’s block, the winter loneliness, the way yunho won’t stop singing jingle bell rock, yeah, everything was the same. at least, until a certain blonde haired boy made it his mission to melt your iced heart.

warnings none really!

wc 1.3k

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this chapter is in san’s pov !

a/n i decided to update this today and give you all a double update for growing pains since i know it has been a good while:( let me know what you guys think :D

san thought he knew a lot of things back when he was still a rosy cheeked kid with deeper dimples than he had now — when he still had a lot of hope in the world and nothing snuffed out his spark just yet.

and maybe now that he’s an adult with more emotional scars than before, he can say he never wants anyone to feel the way he did. not since that night, he refuses to let anyone feel as if he has given up on them. sometimes he wonders if thats who he is or the fact he just wished no one ever gave up on him.

this small town, oh the ache it carried when he decided to come back three years ago to care for his mother. it was best to not live these days in his own rues, he had to learn to accept the past and embrace the future, no matter how much it ached.

and for the most part, san was fully convinced he was healed from that chapter of his life — that he no longer needed medication to make him feel alright.

“and this is yeosang.”

ah, that made his world shatter. kang yeosang in the flesh.

his eyes couldn’t help but match the other’s when they narrowed, eyeing and taking in the sight of how he was sat before the sound of your voice came up again, “you can sit by me if you want to.”

and san felt his heart ache a little, well— does it count as an ache? he hasn’t felt anything in his chest like this before, unless it was to do with hurt and sorrow. san nods, “of course yn.” he smiled, and tried to ignore the feeling of a glare on him as he took a seat with you, your smile warming him up.

it seemed that time was going by achingly slow, but san was thankful for the three that were there. mingi seemed to be decent, he reminded him of wooyoung. he should text wooyoung later, he forgot to do so.

as the movie progressed, it was some romcom that san could recall watching with his sister years ago, he couldn’t remember the name but he could recall certain scenes as he tried to snack on the popcorn given and focus on the texture, the taste. he could feel your hand brush against his and he felt his face warm, why was he warm?

“personally, if she says i’m a bird i’m gonna be a bird.” mingi broke the silence with his hands raised up in defense, making yunho snort and san couldn’t help but laugh a little himself and nod along. “so are you?” he teased a little and mingi grinned

“i like this guy.” mingi motioned over to san who nodded his head in acknowledgment and returned the grin, yunho agreeing with a “right!”

but san didn’t miss one thing,

the one thing but san is he was too observant for his own good

so yeosang must have forgotten that san noticed everything, even the similar little scowl that he remembered all too well.

“no! like this!” mingi shoved yunho aside to get onto the snowy ground, laying on his back and spread out to begin making a snow angel, making yunho groan and find a new spot to make his own

san chuckled, turning his attention to you who quickly looked away and back at your brother, making his lips only curl up more. he was convinced his face would hurt later on. “are they always like this?” he asked, wondering out loud and asking you while you nod and laugh. “sadly.” you said in response, san chuckled

“thank you for inviting me, yn.” san whispered softly as his eyes glanced up at the night sky, the stars twinkling and he noticed the moon was full. god, it was beautiful. he always loved the moon, he loved the different meanings and the different phases. how can something so magnetic and beautiful also be so far?

his eyes glanced towards you, your rosy nose scrunching as you felt the snowflakes fall onto the bridge of your nose and melt on your skin, your focus more on the same moon he was admiring.

how can something so magnetic and beautiful feel so far?

san walked back to his home, holding his house keys while you followed behind, your little hums making him smile at the snowy ground that he tried to focus on, counting each little detail. “hey san,” your voice met his ears, and he hummed in response

“i’m glad you came tonight.” you said, the two of you reaching his doorstep and he thought this was comical in a way, maybe even endearing. you were walking him to his door this time, oh how the roles reversed but he didn’t mind. he’d do anything to spend just even another second with you.

san smiled, “me too.”

“i’ll.. see you around?” your voice got a bit higher towards the end, your feet backpedaling to walk away soon to get on your way back home but your gaze was still on him, cheeks and nose rosy. “you know where to find me.” he whispered, not letting his eyes leave you for one moment. no, he needed to every little detail of you tonight committed to memory.

you looked.. so beautiful, under the moonlight with the snowflakes in your hair. “goodnight, san.” you looked at him, and he nodded.

“goodnight, yn.”

you reminded san of the moon,

he just hoped he could be your sun.

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aquidragon · 2 years

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Mrs. Kennedy [Leon Kennedy x Reader]

Leon Kennedy x Reader Rating: E (MINORS!! DNI!!! OR ELSE) CW(s): NSFW content inbound, praise kink, bad writing (tell me if I should add more cws) Word Count: 922

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“Does that feel good?”

You let out a whimper in response, your elbows digging into the cold, granite surface of the countertop. Black cocktail dress hiked up, bunched around your hips, bent over in your kitchen. The firm chest of your fiancé heavy on your back, his muscles straining against the buttons of his soft sky-blue dress shirt.

“Yes,” you breathed, manicured nails digging into the smooth marble. Pressure built within your very core, as Leon’s thick cock buried its way inside your tight walls. His lips nip against your neck, over the hickies that were finally starting to fade.

His hands were tight against your hips, calloused fingers gripping as might skin as they could. The blonde’s slender digits was still slick with your juices, which were smeared all over your inner thighs. Glistening in the dimmed stove lights, barely illuminating the room.

“God,” Leon grunts, teeth grazing your skin. “I fucking love you, I love your pussy. It’s mine, all mine.” His breath is heavy against your burning flesh, sending electricity down across your nerves.

His hands begin to trail up your torso, heading towards your clothed breasts, cupping them in his large palms. The shift in position made his cockhead thrust deeper inside you, elating a moan from your plump lips.

Your back arched slightly more, into a perfect curve, as you desperately try to take in more of his length. The agent chuckles darkly, pressing his mouth to your temple, kneading your boobs. “Such a desperate little whore, my little whore.”

Leon’s thrusts quicken, as his right hand, dips down, toying with your neglected clit. “Such a good girl.” He purred, wet tongue dragging down the side of your neck, over the purple bitemarks that he had left.

“Please, Leon, touch me.” You beg, tears budding in your eyes, feeling his dick nudge against your cervix. “I need to cum.”

Two nimble fingers rub circles around your throbbing clit, as sparks ignite from your sensitive nerves. You throw your head back with a strangled moan, over his shoulder, mouth agape.

“Shit, Y/N, you’re so perfect.” Your fiancé grunts against you, his own moans loud against your ear. “I’m gonna make you see the stars.” He yanked down the top of your dress, freeing your perky breasts from their confines. “Even God himself will know that you’re mine, forever.”

You whimper in acknowledgment as Leon’s thrusts grow rougher, his free arm moving to pick up one of your legs, hooking his elbow with the inside of your knee. Giving him more access to your dripping cunt. He lets out a heavy moan, blue eyes rolling back slightly, basking in your hot tightness.

“I’m the luckiest man alive.” He groaned into the crux of your shoulder. “My perfect, future wife.” The sound of slapping skin, and combined moans fueled his hips. You swear that you can see the light of Heaven itself, dancing in your vision as your fiancé continues to pound your well-used hole. “You were made for me.” He growled, nipping at your earlobe.

Your body feels like it’s been lit on fire as Leon presses harder on your clit, as he slowly pulls himself out, just to bottom out inside you. Slamming his pelvis into your ass, with a force that might have hurt him.

“Fuck!” You squealed out, hot tears streaking down your cheeks, alongside your mascara. “Leon, right there! Fuck!”

Wordlessly, the blonde follows your command. Dick rubbing against your sweet spot, as his fingers continue their continuous assault on your swollen bud. “I gotcha, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum for me.” He groans, struggling to maintain control of his thrusts.

You nod your head dumbly, your clammy hands squeaking against the smooth counter, as you struggle to hold onto something solid. A familiar tightness begins to wrap around your core, coiling around like a snake.

“A-Ah, Leon, I’m gonna-” you gasp out, eyes rolling back to your skull. Waves of pure, untainted pleasure crashed against your nerves, overwhelming your senses. The spicy scent of his perfume, the burning sensation of his fingers against your skin, the taste of the whiskey you had just shared, Leon. Leon. Leon.

“Go on, honey. Cum for me. Cum for your husband.” Your fiancé growls against your ear, struggling to get the words out between his own desperate moans.

That was it. The deep, rumbly voice of Leon Scott Kennedy floods your ears. His voice sent vibrations down your body, snapping the coil that was tightening deep within your stomach. Your head presses against the cold marble, as you scream out his name, not caring if your neighbors heard.

The agent lets out a low grunt, lips heavy against your naked shoulder, as he buries himself deep inside you. His cum shoots against your cervix, the hot liquid blending with your own juices as he empties himself out.

“Mrs. Kennedy.” He mumbles against your skin, slowly pulling his cock out of you. You shiver as you feel his warm semen drip from your abused cunt, dribbling down your thighs.

You breathe out a laugh, slowly settling from your orgasmic high. “I’m not your wife yet.”

Leon scoffed, stepping away to grab a paper towel from its roll. “Legally.” He pressed a sweet kiss to your buttock as he begins to wipe your legs clean of your combined juices. “You’re my wife, right now.”

You shiver at the feeling of the damp towel against your sensitive skin, a playful smile across your smudged, red-painted lips. “Alright, Mr. Kennedy.”

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #i based this off of a song #a cookie goes to who can guess what it is #i wrote this instead of studying for an exam #im a terrible student

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lovries · 2 years

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HOMESICK

featuring. leviathan (avatar of envy).

summary. levi's grown worried when you haven't visited him in a while, so he ventures beyond his door to find you— only to find you crying! naturally, he tries his best to comfort you.

warnings. gn! reader, hurt/comfort, reader is homesick.

Leviathan couldn't help but notice that you had recently been withdrawn in your room lately. He had ventured beyond his own bedroom walls to try and track you down— he thought that if maybe you knew that a new episode of your favorite show to watch with him had came out, that maybe you're melancholic mood would shift.

"Uhm, h-hey, you in there?" Levi asks, knocking on the door and leaning in. He waited for a few minutes, his cheeks growing rosy. Were you not in there? Or were you avoiding him? He took a deep breath, exhaling shakily. "I'm... I'm coming in!" He declares, although not as confidently as he wishes.

When he enters the room, he sees a lump under the blankets— your form, most likely. He's about to speak again when he hears laughing. Furrowing his brows, he strains his ears to hear better. From what he can gather it's a video. He clears his throat, and you finally acknowledge him, bolting upwards, your blankets falling off your body and revealing your tear-stained cheeks.

"L- Levi? What are you?" You sniffle, quickly trying to wipe at the tears, but it was too late, he had already seen. At first, he doesn't speak, just staring at the ground and wringing his wrist. "Did, uhm... Did you need someth-"

"Are you okay?" Leviathan cuts you off, embarrassed at cutting your sentence off but still hoping you answer his question.

"I..." Your voice is hoarse, and it only makes Levi's stomach drop further. He curses himself for not braving past his bedroom earlier.

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to... But, well, I'm worried about you." He states, meeting your eyes and giving what he hopes is a comforting smile. You sniffle a little more, before patting your bed and Levi awkwardly sits down.

"I... I guess I'm just feeling a little homesick?" You say, before showing him the video. It was from a few years ago, a video you had taken. It was filled of laughter and joy, and more notably, it was from the human realm. "Ah, don't get me wrong, I love being here with you guys but..." You let out a shaky sigh. "I miss the sun... I miss my bed, my clothes... I miss my favorite snacks," You rambled on about all the things you missed, all the things that made this empty pit in your stomach grow.

Levi wasn't the best at comforting, he could flawlessly say encouraging words like Lucifer or Satan, he couldn't easily give affection like Asmodeus or Beelzebub, but he could be there, be a listening ear, a shoulder to lean on.

You couldn't help but begin to cry again, your heart aching. You just wanted to go home, even if it was just for a few minutes, but Diavolo and Lucifer had made their stances clear on the subject. You choke on sobs, falling into Leviathan who tenses before stiffly wrapping his arms around you, patting you on your back gently.

"There, there," He whispers, slowly relaxing. He holds you tighter, pulling you further against him. "It's... It's going to be okay..." and you continued to weep until you eventually passed out in his arms.

When you woke up the next morning, you found Leviathan was no longer there. You didn't expect him to stay with you the entire night, but he did always manage to alleviate that sick gnawing at your heart. He was the closest thing you had to the comfort of home.

You stare up at the ceiling, your head pounding.

And then a knock on your door. You roll over, staring at the door before hearing Leviathan's meek call of your name. You immediately get up, and open the door.

Clearing his throat, he thrusts several bags of the snacks you mentioned last night into your hands. "Wha- H- How?"

"Well, uhm, one of my gaming friends... he's a huge fan of human world snacks so I traded somethings with him and, yeah, so... Well, I can't really take you back to the human world but I thought maybe-"

Tears began to roll down your cheeks once more, much to both yours and Levi's surprise. You didn't even know you were capable of producing more tears.

"W- Why are you crying? Did I get something wrong? I knew it, I'm so dumb, I- ugh, I- I can just throw them away! Or give'em to Beel- I'll just take them-" But you move them out of his touch, a laugh escaping you through your tears. "Eh... Am I... Missing something?"

"Thank you, Levi." You put the armful of snacks on the table next to the door before pulling him in by the collar and giving him a kiss on the cheek. When you let go, Levi quite literally isn't breathing. "L- Levi? Levi, breathe!" He inhales and exhales after that, snapping out of his daze. You can't help but laugh, and seeing your smile makes Leviathan's heart stutter in his chest. He's so glad you're smiling again.

And he's sure you still miss home, he knows a few snacks can't make up for the true warmth and comfort of home, but he'll do just about everything he can to make it close!

"Would you like to try some?" You ask, holding up a bag of your favorite chips. Levi looks at the bag, then you, then the bag, and then once again at you and smiles.

"Sure, why not?" and with that, you pull him into your room, the sorrow you felt earlier subsiding a little more.

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

#obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #om x reader #om imagines #om headcanons #omswd x reader #omswd imagines #omswd headcanons #leviathan x reader #obey me fluff #om fluff #omswd fluff #fluff #angst #x reader #i love him so much oh my god i can't breathe pls

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weluvsosa · 2 years

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𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌 , 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌!

stalker! armin who quite literally falls in love with you at first sight. he was bringing eren some tools when he looked outside the window and seen you moving in across the street, mind going completely blank when he seen how pretty you were.

stalker! armin who doesn’t really know how this got as far as it did, it went from him just jogging by your house every couple of hours to see if you were home to memorizing your work schedule and sneaking inside of your house when you’re away

stalker! armin who placed tiny hidden cameras all over your house, watching you carefully everyday and taking note of every single thing of what you did and how you did it — lowkey training himself to fit inside of your life.

stalker! armin who kept recordings of whenever you were alone in your room masturbating and saved them as his own personal porn stash of you

stalker! armin who felt like this wasn’t enough — just coming through your window and sniffing your sheets and setting up cameras in your room wasn’t enough, he wanted more, he needed more.

stalker! armin who got a job at the grocery store he knew you liked going to because all of the food there was organic, he only worked on the days he knew you were coming to buy food, making sure his lines were always empty so he could ring you up.

stalker! armin who always found himself frustrated whenever you left because you always shot down his attempts to make conversation or his advances towards you. much to his dismay, he found out you had a boyfriend from one night of him examining the cameras. the man walked in your house and you greeted him with a big hug as you jumped on his waist, attacking his face with kisses.

stalker! armin who was beyond pissed. how could you? was he not enough? why did you feel the need to go out and cheat on him?

stalker! armin who’s dying to finally get his hands on you hit he knows he has to wait because patience is a virtue — but he was quick to agree when you asked him to help you take the groceries to your car, happy they you were finally acknowledging him.

stalker! armin who’s so happy that he agreed to lock up the store tonight — it was only you and him in the parking lot, the light from the store sign illuminating the parking lot enough so that he could put all the stuff in your trunk neatly

“thank you so much! sorry for making you work extra” his lips curled into a smile at your words, you two were finally getting somewhere in your relationship. “anytime y/n, i know how difficult it can be ever since you smashed your hand”

ah.

stalker! armin who was so caught up in your presence he let some information slip. your smile faltered a bit as you gave him a weird look. “i never told you my name…” you trailed off “and how’d you know that i hurt my hand?” a frown was settled on your face and he froze.

“w-well i uhm”

stalker! armin who really regrets doing this and he knows that you’re probably never gonna forgive him now, but he can’t risk you going to the police — your body laid unconscious in his back seat as he sped down the road, looking back at you for a minute before pressing his hand against your cheek, stroking it softly.

“it’s okay sweetheart, we’ll be home soon”

#smh this was not supposed to be this long #armin attack on titan #armin arlet imagines #armin #armin arlert #aot imagines #aot x reader #— sosa’s writes ✎#aot smut #attack on titan #snk #snk x reader

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imtrashraccoon · 7 months

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This one went a completely different direction than I had originally pictured, but I love how it turned out. Unfortunately, there's only so much lore/headcanons I can naturally implement without it feeling like pure exposition. If you have questions, feel free to send me an ask for clarification!

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 14: Scars

You were helping Papyrus with dinner prep by cutting up some vegetables for him. It had been a long time since you helped anyone cook like this; maybe back before you left for college at your parent's house? Sometimes Frisk had helped you but they were still learning and could only do so much.

Things had seemingly returned to normal after the fight you'd had with Papyrus a few days prior. Well, mostly normal, other than some lingering awkwardness, you were trying your best to stick to what you'd suggested doing. If your relationship was to have any chance of working, you both would need to practice proper communication rather than jumping to conclusions.

"Hey, Precious?" Papyrus asked all of the sudden.

You hummed quietly in acknowledgement and briefly glanced over at him.

Papyrus was focused on searing some beef in a pan but he continued. "Have You Ever Wanted To Be A Parent?"

His question threw you off your rhythm and the knife you'd been using suddenly slipped. With a sharp gasp, you quickly pulled your hand away and dropped the blade on the cutting board.

Papyrus was instantly by your side. "Did You Hurt Yourself?" he asked quickly, although there was a heavy layer of concern in his tone.

Rather than immediately answer him, you moved to the sink and turned the cold water on. After letting your finger sit in the running water for a few seconds, you carefully examined the small cut.

"It's not very deep," you finally concluded. "I'll be alright, I'm sorry if I scared you."

"Are You Sure?" Papyrus slowly moved to stand next to you again and you could feel him studying you.

You chuckled as you put your finger underneath the cold water again. "I'm positive, besides, this is basically just a paper cut. It probably won't even scar."

"You Can Get Scars?"

At first you weren't sure if Papyrus was being serious, but a quick glance at his face, proved that he was still quite concerned which made you feel pretty bad.

"Yes, I can. If anything, I'm more likely to scar than you might be because of how soft human skin is."

Getting an idea, you rolled up your right sleeve until it was up to your elbow, exposing a small but noticeably paler patch of slightly raised skin on your forearm. "See? This is actually the worst one I have but it's not too big."

Papyrus seemed slightly more intrigued and he studied the scar for a moment. "How Did You Get This One?" he asked quietly.

"Ah, well, it's a bit embarrassing actually. I was helping my mom do some canning when I was eleven and found out the hard way how hot steam is. I actually had to go to the hospital since it was so severe, but the scar ended up a lot smaller than it could've been because my mom acted quickly."

Papyrus cautiously ran a finger over the area and glanced up at you. "Does It Hurt Anymore?"

You shook your head, "Nah, but I'll tell you it hurt like hell for a while before it fully healed."

"Skeletons Do Not Experience Burns Like This," he murmured thoughtfully. "We Quite Literally Do Not Have The Skin For It."

"That makes sense. I always wondered how much different you are because you don't have fleshy armour like humans do."

Papyrus grimaced at the thought of flesh armour. "Please Do Not Refer To It Like That..." he muttered.

You laughed and turned off the faucet as the bleeding from your cut had pretty much stopped by now. "Okay, okay, I won't. It isn't inaccurate though, our skin is basically like armour to protect our bodies from germs and the rest of our flesh serves to cushion our bones and internal organs from damage."

"It Is Still Weird. Monsters Do Not Have Nearly As Much Physical Matter As Humans Do," Papyrus said. When you gave him a confused look, he added, "We Are Mostly Made Of Magic And As A Result, Our Bodies React Differently When Harmed."

He took your hand in both of his own and before you could protest, a soft green glow flickered to life in his palms. The minor stinging from the cut was quickly replaced by a warm but tingly sensation. It only lasted a few seconds but when he released his magic again, you discovered that the cut had completely disappeared.

"Woah..." you murmured and tentatively flexed your once injured finger. It was as if you hadn't cut yourself to begin with.

"You can heal injuries?" When Papyrus nodded, you grinned, "That's so cool! I bet it comes in handy with all the fights you and Sans get into."

"It Does, Although I Am One Of Only A Few Monsters Who Are Able To Use Healing Magic. Most Monsters Who Can, Become Doctors So They Can Help Others." He sighed and added, "I Do Not Want To Get Into All The Reasons Why Right Now, Maybe Another Time..."

You nodded and decided to ask a different question instead. "So if you can heal injuries like that so easily, how come you still have scars?"

"Ah, That Is A Slightly Complicated Question To Answer." Papyrus returned to the pan he'd been cooking the beef in earlier while he tried to collect his thoughts.

"Minor Injuries Are Quite Easy To Heal, But I Only Have A Certain Amount Of Magic That I Can Use At A Time Before I Have To Rest. The Scars I Have Are Reminders That I Used To Be Weaker Than I Am Now."

Papyrus motioned to the four inch long scar that went through his right eye socket, "This One Nearly Killed Me."

"That's pretty hardcore," you commented. "My scars aren't nearly that cool. In fact, they're pretty much all from little mistakes I made as a kid."

Papyrus chuckled and gently nuzzled your cheek. "Well Regardless, I Love How Soft You Are, Precious..."

You smiled although you could feel a familiar warmth colour your cheeks as you returned to preparing the vegetables again, his original question apparently forgotten...

#selfshipufpap #underfell #undertale #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus #reader #named oc #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #alternate universe #raccoons drabbles

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imabiscuitinthousandworlds · 11 months

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As I wait for my beta to get back to me...

Okay I've never had a beta before and I love him but I'll never have a beta again bc i'm IMPATIENT but anyway I messed around with the sourceless incorrect quotes generator and I'm dying over here so. have these ig

including some things with peter as spider bc guess what! they'll also interact. yes i have three fucking fics planned

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Jean: Where did you get that tomato soup? Peter: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

Peter: What goes up but never comes down? Jean: The amount of stress you're bringing me.

Jean, shooing Peter away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

Peter: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Jean: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP ILLEGALLY ENTERING MY FUCKING CRIME SCENES!!!

Peter: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to Jean and not do the thing, Peter: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Peter: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Jean: So I have made the decision to trust you. Spider: A horrible decision, really.

Peter: I'm tired. Jean: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?! Peter: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

Jean: They don’t make them like me no more. I’m the last of my kind. Peter: Thank god.

Spider: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times. Jean: You mean you stabbed them? Spider: They ran into my knife.

Jean: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Peter: Why start now?

Peter: I love hearing Jean shouting at someone else. It makes such a nice change.

Peter, getting a full nap with a warm blanket for the first time in literal years (i WILL make it happen): You know I think my life has value. Jean: Who are you and what have you done with Peter?!

Jean: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Spider: Awww, thanks- Jean: That’s not a good thing. Spider: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

Jean, to Peter: All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.

Jean: Why are you on fire? Spider: This is just how my day is going.

Jean: I'll offer you some friendly advice- Peter: I don't want your advice. Jean: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice, dipshit.

Jean: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Parker, are a fucking cactus.

Jean: That’s illegal, right? Peter: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop? Jean: Kinda- Peter: Just shut the fuck up.

Jean: I should've left you on that street corner where you were standing. Peter: But ya' didn't!

Jean: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult. Peter, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

Kidnapper: We have your child Jean: I don’t have a child? Kidnapper: Then who just told us to fuck off and that he doesn't have time for more stupid problems? Jean: Oh god, you have Peter

Jean: Who hurt you? Peter: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Jean: ...Yes, actually.

Spider: Something’s off. Jean: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. Spider: No, but that’s funny.

Jean: Peter, no. Peter: Peter, yes.

Peter/Spider: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Jean: Killed without hesitation.

[that second part would work for either tho ngl but i can't NOT have pete say the first line]

Peter: I'm bored, any suggestions? Jean: Sleeping is nice. Peter: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it.

Spider: It’s nice to be wanted, you know? Jean: Not by the law!

Jean: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Peter: Peter: I like you.

[Jean if he was not living in the 30s were being gay could get him fired and killed :D]

Jean: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Peter: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Jean: Where have you been all day? Peter: Oh, just dealing with things way beyond my maturity level.

Peter: Jean, I sense hostility. Jean: Good, because I hate you.

Spider being an edgy bastard: I could kill you if I wanted. Jean: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Jean: You're alive. Peter: No need to sound so disappointed.

Peter: You read my diary? Jean: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

Jean: I can't imagine what Peter is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Jean: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? Spider, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Jean: What are you doing here? Peter: I could ask you the same question. Jean: I work here. This is my crime scene. Peter: I should probably ask you a different question.

Jean: You saved me! Why? Spider: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

Jean: Can you pass the salt? Peter: Can you pass away? Jean: Too much salt.

#bonus points if you catch my little headcanon that you can pry from my cold dead hands!#im the only one writing jean except canon i can do whatever the fuck i want #jean dewolfe #peter benjamin parker #spider-man noir #marvel noir #a biscuit's rambles #my fics #<- just gonna use that for everything relating to my fics in some way

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stalkersdiary · 4 months

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Sooooooooo you're single. Would you ever date a stan? You have fans from all over the internet so I gotta know! You're in music, youre on youtube, youre in local newspapers, youre a streamer, and you're an actor. You've GOTTA know how many people wanna date you. Are you looking for a fellow stalker? I SAVE ALL THE PICTURES YOU'VE POSTED ON THE ARCHIVE SINCE YOU TURNED 18! I'm in your public discord server! I follow all of your socials! I relate to you and at this point I don't know if I want to be you, or date you. XD hope this isnt too creepy lol~

Ah... I have been trying to figure out how to reply to this because you clearly did your research and I have to acknowledge that amount of effort. I'm impressed even if it's a little unexpected. I find it endearing. I think it's cute that you as well as people like you enjoy my content all over the world and that you feel so strongly about me. Especially in a positive sense. I'm happy that my content has been a safe space for you. ^^ I have no problem with dating a stalker. However... It depends on what kind of stalker we mean. I've had stalkers since I was in my very first commercial and to be honest, it scared me. (Though I was around 12 when someone tried to find out where I lived.) These days, I find it slightly annoying depending on the circumstances. Super fans/Stans/Stalker fans are the first ones to comment on how my "body language looked suspicious" in my videos/streams, or how I "look more tired than usual." I appreciate the concern but sometimes, I'm just unstable and I have a life that doesn't make a lot of sense. I love that people enjoy my content and even go so far as to talk to me in public. When I pick up my medication at Walmart or at an appointment with my endocrinologist, it's flattering, I love it. However, don't push your luck. I have at least one weapon on me at all times and I am not afraid to hurt someone if I need to get things done. If I dated a stalker, they would have to respect that I have a chaotic life. I'm constantly in the hospital, on camera, or recording lines and I need to be alone during most of those moments. They'd have to not try to make people dislike me because being an entertainer is my main source of income. If they were to be my new source of income, I'd have no problems, but that isn't very realistic. I'm about to be 23 now, and I kind of need to do what I can to make money. So- overall, I love the idea. I think it's really cute. However, it can easily go wrong and that worries me. I love my fans and followers too much to date them and make their lives harder. As for the "Do I want to date you or be you" mentality, I highly relate. I have so many styles, voices, and preferences that sometimes I don't know who I am versus what I want. I can say this though, if you want me of all people, really consider why. Do you want me to look like me and sound like me next to you, or do you want to look like me and sound like me regardless of where I am? Are you after me for the concept? Or are you interested in who I am as me? Do you want CEC? Do you want R? Both of my online personas? Would you still want me if I wasn't either version but a completely different person? Really consider what you enjoy about something before trying to claim it. Rate each thing about your interest from 1 to 10. That will help you understand how you actually feel. Or at least, it does for me. Good luck, and when I go back on tour or to a convention, I'd love to meet you. ^^ You seem nice. Thank you for opening the Stalker's Diary.

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acutiewithagun · 11 months

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Hey Hey! Just wondering, how would the Rise Turtles (or just Donnie if you're not feeling up to doing all of them) react to catching a S/O singing alone in the kitchen for the first time? Like they're actually really good but maybe they're a bit shy at first about singing in front of someone? I love to sing and have vocal training but I need encouraging.

(I did something similar to this a bit ago. But I'm always happy to do more. I'll just do Donnie because why not. Also, shameless plug of my favorite artist. Link to og song.)

Taglist: @oleander-nin

The lyrics love your ears

You managed to shoo Mikey and Leo away from the kitchen for once. How you did it? Offering to do the dishes that had stacked up due to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N being out of commission. Donnie was busy fixing him, Mikey was busy with art commissions that kept popping up, Leo was busy 'being too cool for cleaning', and Raph was afraid he would break the glassware.

So that left you having the perfect excuse to be alone for a few hours. You were supposed to be doing warm up and songs your voice coach gave you, but a little fun never hurt. So as you tackled the haunting mess of plates, cups, and silverware, you started singing a few fun songs.

A few voice cracks slipped out occasionally but you just laughed them off as you scrubbed with the sponge. Suds covered your gloves as you washed the filth away and choruses filled the room. If anyone had been there you would have about died, but again, everyone was busy with something.

Once you ran out of the songs you found enjoyable, still having a pile of dishes to finish, you begrudgingly started the warm ups and songs assigned to you. They weren't bad, but when it's forced onto you it's not as fun. However you knew you had to do it eventually. So as you continued working on the pile you did your task of assigned work.

You finished with your practice material as you put the final dish on the drying rack. You paused as you heard a sipping of a beverage. You snap your head around and Donnie is casually leaning against the kitchen counters a few feet away from you, drinking a mug of coffee. Your face starts to heat up. "How long have you been here!?"

He let out a hum and lazily gazed over to the digital clock on the wall. He lowered the mug from his mouth and looked back at you. "Approximately two hours, twenty three minutes, and fifty three seconds and rising." He casually dodged the wet rag you here in his direction as he took another sip of his hot beverage.

"You could at least have said something, or made a noise!" Blush covered your face fiercely as you glowered at the purple branded mutant. "Ah, but that would have stopped the singing, we both are aware of this. So I expertly acquired my coffee silently and watched your little performance."

You raised an eyebrow at the turtle. "This is my first time singing here. How the hell did you know I would stop if you made your presence known?" He clicked his tongue as he carefully placed the mug down. "You seem to underestimate the ability of security cameras." This earns another dirty rag thrown in his direction that he flawlessly dodged. "I do admit that one was deserved. However I quite enjoy your voice, would it be possible to hear you again?"

You put your hands on your hips after slipping the gloves off. "Don't you like that techno music? You know the one without singing involved." Donnie gave a nod of acknowledgement and hummed. "Correct, this does not mean I can't enjoy a person's natural vocals." You roll your eyes with a sigh as you join him, leaning against the countertop as well. You hoist yourself up on top of the counter and kick your legs as he picks his mug back up.

"... Maybe, wanna hear a new song I learned. I found a super hidden artist named Megan Shumway." His mask revealed one of his drawn on eyebrows raising slightly as he gives you a side glance. "Go ahead." You smiled and closed your eyes as you began singing.

Someone will remember us, my love, in a different time...

And even if they tell our stories wrong, my love, you will still be mine...

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt self insert #a cutie with a gun writes #yandere rottmnt

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hihi!! i love ur writing so much and wanted to make a request!! whenever u have the time i’d appreciate some college bf haknyeon <33 maybe something like coming home to him after a stressful day :-) thank u ily !!!

you're my priority

haknyeon x reader (request tysm anon <333)

genre: hugs, hurt/comfort ish?, cuddles in bed, caring haknyeon !!! notes: HEEYY tysm for requesting this was very comforting to write!! i hope you enjoy it he is such a softie word count: 0.9k

you yawned, reaching for your keys to open the door. the hallway was oddly bright, making your heart pound more. your eyes felt droopy as you struggled to put the key into the lock, missing multiple times.

putting it simply, your day was a bad one. you had two exams that day which you weren’t sure you had done well in. and then, after those early morning exams, you had to study more for the next one. but of course, it began to rain, and you had forgotten your umbrella. so you were stuck in a building, unable to move until the rain let up.

you opened the door with a loud sigh, dropping your bag tiredly on the floor. usually, you’d put it away neatly, but as of now, all you wanted was him.

you shuffled over after taking off your shoes, over to where haknyeon was at the desk where he was hunched over his laptop. he seemed to be studying for an exam.

he heard you enter the room even through his earphones. he quickly took them off and began to stand up from the chair. but first, he had to stretch, letting out a small sound while doing so.

before he could turn around, you walked behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, bringing him into a back hug. you immediately felt your body relax against his, melting in his familiar warmth.

he hummed quietly, glancing at you over his shoulder with a gentle smile.

“well, this is new,” he mused.

you could only hum, still feeling incredibly tired. he let you hug him for quite some time, staying still so you could tighten your hold on him and bury your face into his back. you peacefully enjoyed the familiar scent of his hoodie, pressing as close as possible.

as softly as he could, he turned around so he was facing you. looked up at him with droopy eyes. he smiled, brushing your hair lightly with his fingers before wrapping his own arms around you as well, hugging you tightly.

“is everything okay?” he asked, his face slightly worried.

you nodded, slowly.

“yeah,” you whispered. “just quite a stressful, tiring day. nothing much.”

“mhm, i see,” his eyes were soft as he looked at you. “must have been hard for you. come,” he took your hand in his, leading you somewhere else. “i’ll go take care of you from now on.”

you paused, not wanting to burden him, “you don’t have to…”

he shook his head, reassuring you with a charming grin that seemed to brighten the whole room.

“i want to.”

and so, first, he prepared a warm bath for you, laying out everything for you. he urged you into the bathroom, letting you take your sweet time.

when you were done, he led you to the bed, making you lie down. you could feel your limbs sink into the mattress. you looked around. you could see he had arranged a few things. a cup of water on the nightstand, the pillows were fluffed, and your favorite calming music was playing on his laptop.

you couldn’t help but smile at the amount of effort he put into taking care of you. you climbed into the blankets, waiting for him to come back. but then, you just remembered that you hadn’t put moisturizer on your face. so you tried to stand up but haknyeon had just entered the room.

“why are you getting up?” he asked.

“i need to-” you pointed at the bottle of moisturizer.

“ah,” he acknowledged. he grabbed it and brought it you. you expected him to give it to you but instead, he put a small amount in the palm of his hand.

“wha- you don’t have to…” you blushed. but he ignored you, his smooth fingers, gently applying them to your face. he smiled at you with adoring eyes, making you shy away more.

after, he stood up to take off his hoodie to reveal a simple t-shirt. you stared at him confused.

he giggled, “since you like the hoodie so much.” he handed it to you. you immediately broke out into a smile, taking it and putting it on. it was larger on you. he giggled even more at how cute you were, his hand coming to your cheek to pinch it briefly.

“want anything to eat or drink?”

you shook your head, no. you actually wanted to cuddle him, hug him, and snuggle up to him. but, you were so tired that you messed up your words severely.

“i want you.”

he immediately widened his eyes, letting out a surprised, “oh.”

you started to panic, at your horrific choice of words. you were about to deny it before he interrupted you.

“why of course,” he silenced you. he practically jumped into the bed with you, his arms coming around you to pull you into a cuddle. his legs were tucked under yours, enveloping you in comfort. you sighed, snuggling closer, your eyes beginning to close.

but then they shot open.

“hey.”

he shifted, “mm?”

“don’t you have to study for an exam right now though?”

his arms around your body only tightened more.

“least important thing as of right now,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. soon enough, you couldn’t fight the exhaustion as you fell asleep, safe in his arms.

just before he joined you to sleep, he kissed you all over your cheek, smiling at how cute you looked.

#haknyeon x reader #haknyeon fluff #the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #drabbles 💞#requests 💞

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Estranged | Edward Teach/Blackbeard (ft. Stede Bonnet)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Edward Teach/Blackbeard x Stede Bonnet x gn!reader (romantic)

Summary: Things start to go back to normal when you, Stede and the marooned crew return to the Revenge. However, your relationship with Ed is still strained.

Warnings: Angst, relationship issues, ‘somehow, Palpatine returned’ levels of me not explaining how on Earth we got here. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.5k

(A/N: So, I wrote an Izzy fic where the reader deals with their feelings after Izzy maroons them (go check it out if you haven’t already; it’s one of my favourite pieces on this blog). I really wanted to do a Blackbonnet x reader fic with a similar sort of premise because I knew it would work well, so I wrote this. It’s more focused on the Ed side of the relationship, just because I felt like it. Also, I’m not used to writing poly relationships. Hopefully that doesn’t show too much in my writing, and feel free to let me know if there’s anything I should keep in mind when writing poly relationships in the future! [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])

It was all starting to improve. You, Stede and the crew were back on the Revenge, Stede and Ed were repairing their relationship and Ed was becoming himself again. But, between the three of you, there was still some uncomfortability. Ed was still grappling with Stede’s temporary abandonment, while you were dealing with being marooned by Ed (as well as the idea that, for a moment, Stede had chosen his old life over you and Ed).

It hadn’t gone unnoticed that you’d been avoiding your two boyfriends. Some of the crew believed that you were just giving them some space so they could work things out between them (after all, your split with Ed was caused by Stede ditching him); the others assumed you were pissed at the both of them.

Compared to your relationship with Ed, though, your relationship with Stede was doing far better. You hadn’t felt as personally hurt by Stede. It sucked what he did to Ed- you fully acknowledged that. But, the way you saw it, they both left you for a reason out of their control at first, but Ed had ultimately chosen to abandon you and your friends, leaving you all for dead. No matter how long it took for him to have a change of heart, Stede returned in the end, rescuing you and the crew in the process. Ed didn’t come back for you. He probably wasn’t going to, even if you’d have been trapped on that island until your final breath.

With all these feelings swirling around your head, it was difficult to sleep, especially in the same bed as them. As quietly as possible, you crept out of your cabin and out to the deck. The crew, like your boyfriends, were sound asleep.

You took a seat on one of the bottom steps, admiring the ocean through the gap between the balusters. Even after all your years of being a pirate, the dark depths of the sea still terrified you- at that moment part of you was fixated on the unlikely scenario of you going overboard and sinking to the bottom of the sea. But, before you could completely lose yourself in your thoughts and fears, you were grounded by the feeling of your palm against the chilly wooden step you were sitting on. Perhaps lying under the scorching sun awaiting death gave you a new appreciation for the cool night air.

The first real feeling of calm you’d experienced in a while was so overpowering that you lost track of how long you had been out on the deck. You didn’t even notice that you weren’t alone (aside from the sleeping crew, of course) until-

“There you are.”

You jumped.

“Ah, shit. Sorry ‘bout that.”

A pair of boot-clad footsteps drew closer, then you felt a thud on the step beside you.

“You alright?”

You hummed in response.

“What are you doing out here, love?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

He sighed.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. In a sudden movement, you finally turned to face him. You locked eyes for a moment. He watched you with a puzzled, somewhat frightened look as you contemplated what you wanted. You shuffled to rest your back against the railing and ultimately shook your head, your gaze dropping to your lap in the process.

He nodded.

“Alright.”

You glanced up at Ed.

“Did I wake you up?” you asked.

“No, no.” he assured you. “Actually, Stede did. He noticed you were gone. I said I’d have a look for you, make sure you were okay.”

“Sorry.” you mumbled.

Instinctively, he reached over to rest a comforting hand on your knee, but he quickly recoiled and cleared his throat.

“You don’t need to apologise.” Ed insisted. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You offered him a weak smile, which he (after overcoming his surprise) quickly returned.

Rolling your head back slightly, you fixed your eyes on the stars above you. An exhale escaped your nostrils as your body relaxed once again. You lost yourself in the stars and the silence, and Ed could feel you slipping away again. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Maybe it was because, since your return, you had avoided being caught in his line of sight as much as possible. He’d only really seen you from afar, or when you were asleep. It had been so long since you’d stayed so close to him physically (at least that’s how it felt) and even then your mind was worlds away.

He swallowed his saliva. The action was unintentionally loud, so much so that it earned him a glance from you. You did a double take. His eyes, glued to you, were glistening in the moonlight. After a few seconds of studying his face, you realised his eyes were brimming with tears. Your heart sank.

“What’s the matter?” you said softly.

It wasn’t as though you couldn’t make a guess.

“‘M fine.” he muttered.

“Okay.” you nodded, biting your lip.

You drummed your fingers lightly against the wooden step beside you. You couldn’t blame him for his reluctance to open up after you’d been so distant towards him, and especially after what happened with Stede. He’d expressed his feelings, only to get his heart broken. That’s why he’d pushed you away and resorted to completely casting you aside. It was up to you to start the healing process.

“You know,” you admitted. “Earlier, when you asked me if I was okay… I might have been lying a bit when I said I was.”

Concern filled his teary eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about everything that happened.” you explained.

You paused.

“To be honest, I’m really fucking hurt and I haven’t been dealing with it all that well. That’s kinda why I’ve been avoiding you.”

His breathing became a little ragged, causing your eyes to widen in alarm. Thinking quickly, you requested, “Can I hold your hand, Ed?”

Avoiding looking at you, he nodded. You gently took his trembling hand, rested it on the nearest step and brushed your thumb over his rough knuckles.

“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.” you apologised, still absently stroking his hand.

Ed shook his head.

“You shouldn’t be apologising to me.” Ed insisted, his voice weak. “I’m the one who colossally fucked up.”

“I didn’t handle this whole thing that well.” you contended. “You find opening up really hard- I get that. I should’ve at least tried talking to you about it, instead of punishing you by… sort of ignoring you.”

“It’s obvious how much I hurt you. And, you shouldn’t ’ve had to start this conversation. I mean, this is my fault.” Ed responded. He ran his free hand over his face. “I was so surprised and absolutely fucking relieved when you came back and you didn’t tell me to piss off.”

Sensing he had more to say, you didn’t reply.

“It was completely out of fucking order what I did to you and those guys.” he continued, nodding to the slumbering crew several feet away. “I’d just… I’d had my heart absolutely shattered by Stede… and when I came back I didn’t want you to be able to hurt me like that, so… I distanced myself, then I got rid of you before you went away on your own. I know it doesn’t make what I did okay, but… you deserve an explanation.”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Ed.”

“You shouldn’t be thanking me either.” he muttered.

“Eh, maybe not.” you shrugged playfully.

He chuckled weakly and finally looked up at you.

“I love you so fucking much.” he sighed.

You shuffled closer to him and cupped his stubble-covered cheeks. After running your thumbs along his cheekbones, you leaned in slowly. However, before your lips could touch, you whispered, “Mind if I kiss you?”

He chuckled more heartily this time.

“Go ahead.”

Grinning, you closed the gap and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He rested his hands on your shoulders, clinging to your shirt as though letting go meant losing you again. Nothing was completely fixed by that kiss- you both knew that- but you were on the right track.

You pulled away, still holding his face between your hands.

“I love you too, Ed.”

You gave him another quick peck on the lips before breaking away from him.

“Let’s finish talking tomorrow, yeah?” you suggested. “Maybe get Stede in on it too?”

He hummed in response.

You stood up and extended your hand to him.

“Going back to bed, then?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“I think I’ll join you.”

You giggled quietly and he interlaced his fingers with yours. He led you back to your shared cabin, opening and closing the door as quietly as possible. Still, Stede woke up.

“Shit. Sorry.” Ed hissed.

“Don’t worry.” Stede mumbled sleepily, squinting in the darkness. “Is that the both of you?”

“Yeah.” you answered.

As Ed kicked off his boots by the door, you climbed into bed with Stede, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiled, resting his head against your shoulder. You both made sure to leave room for Ed when you got comfortable. Soon enough, Ed joined you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held Stede’s hand, which he lifted to his lips and gently kissed.

“Night, you guys.” you whispered.

“Night, darling.” they responded in unison.

For the first time in a while, everything felt right.

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