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ladylannisterxo · 2 years

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Flannel and Lace

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Words; 1.9k

Warnings; S M U T (18+ only), unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), spanking, dirty talk, basically just porn without plot

Summary; Eddie comes home to find you wearing one of his flannel shirts, wearing only his flannel shirt.

A/N; Listen. I am obsessed with the photos going around of Joseph Quinn's costume tests but am also distraught that they put this man in a flannel and then didn't even use it! Now, I'm just absolutely feral over it - this is the end result! I am a sucker for a good flannel, especially on a very attractive man. This is just shameless smut, enjoy!

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You were early; Eddie could hear you shuffling around in his room as soon as he waltzed in the front door. He had hoped he could have some time to get settled before you arrived but then again, it’s not as if he really minded, he had given you a key weeks ago for this very reason. Queen was playing, muffled behind the closed bedroom door and he smirks, knowing you’re in his room swaying your hips to the beat and pretending to be a rockstar when you think no one is looking.

He slips down the hallway quietly, sliding off his leather jacket and denim vest as he goes, hoping to catch you in the act of rocking out. He loved how you felt the music throughout your whole body, how free you always looked. But more importantly, he loved how absolutely adorable you got when you realize you’ve been caught; how your hands cover your face and you shy away from him in pure embarrassment. Because he’s the rockstar, not you. Or, at least, that’s what you always say when he catches you. Eddie desperately wants to bring you to a gig one of these days, see how you lose your inhibitions when he begins to play.

But, of course, this is not what he sees when he pushes open the door. His closet door is hanging wide open and you’re standing in the middle of the room with one of his red flannels draped over your body. And from his vantage point, this single red flannel is the only thing you’re wearing. He groans at the sight, how can he not, and you look over your shoulder with a soft smirk and a teasing glint in your eye.

“You never wear this,” you muse, turning around to fully face him.

Eddie grips the doorknob tighter for stability, licks his lips because fuck, he was somewhat right. That blessed red flannel falls across your frame like a waterfall, a little long in the sleeves but stopping just at the tops of your thighs. It’s also unbuttoned, completely, exposing your supple skin to his searching eyes. No bra, the garment just barely conceals you and to him, you might as well not even be wearing panties because the thin lace leaves nothing to the imagination. He can feel himself growing hard just looking at you and he shifts in place, a poor attempt in controlling his lust.

“It’s, uh, it’s too hot to wear,” he chokes out, brain scrambling to formulate coherent sentences.

That’s when you finally look at him, eyes sparkling in the midday sun and Eddie wants to melt into a puddle on the floor because if you looked at him just like this every single moment of every single day, he’s sure he’d die a happy man.

“But that leather jacket you don every day is breezy as can be,” you chuckle, eyebrow arching. “I don’t know, Eds, this feels nice to me. It’s real soft.”

“It looks good on you too,” he responds automatically.

“Yeah?” You sway from side to side, the flannel moving with you like a lover keeping you close.

“Sweetheart, all my clothes look good on you.” It’s honest and Eddie didn’t realize how true that statement actually was until you kept trying on his clothes. He’s wrapped you up in his leather jacket more times than he can count and don’t get him started on the things he wants to do to you when you wear his Hellfire Club shirt.

You smile, biting your lip softly. Then you’re crawling onto his bed, granting him a full view of your ass before placing yourself on your knees, hands resting against your thighs. Your hair is a disheveled mess and the flannel has fallen open a bit more, exposing a teasing amount of your tits to him. Eddie thinks you belong on the cover of a magazine or a poster he could tack onto his wall and jack off to when you’re not with him.

“Let me guess,” you say, pulling the garment off your shoulders, “you still think it would look better on the floor.”

Eddie finally kicks his ass into high gear, crossing the room to stand directly in front of you. His fingers tug at the flannel to bring it back up over your shoulders and then his lips are on yours, soft and gentle but insistent. His hands trail down to cup your breasts and you push up into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you gasp when he tweaks your nipples between his fingers.

“I like when you wear my clothes, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your skin, “makes me feel closer to you.”

“Sweet talker.”

“I’m serious,” he chuckles, “but you sitting here posed on my bed makes you look like something out of a magazine.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, trailing your tongue along his jaw. “Like one of those dirty mags I found underneath your bed?”

“Well,” he begins, pulling back to meet your eyes, “you would make a great centerfold.”

Then he’s cupping your pussy in his hand and your breath stutters in your chest. He smirks before kissing you again, fingers working diligently against your clothed heat.

“Eddie, please, please,” you whine, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt.

His hands make their way to the backs of your thighs and he pulls, your legs coming out from under you as you drop unceremoniously onto your ass. He pulls on you again and you’re brought to the edge of the bed where he’s already waiting, down on his knees. Your heart flutters with anticipation.

Eddie’s breath is hot against your still clothed pussy and you shift your hips closer, silently begging for what you want most from him. His dark eyes flick up to meet yours as he teases a single finger across the lace. You let yourself drop to lay flat on your back with a sigh, deciding to let him do whatever the hell he wants to you.

“So wet,” he murmurs when he pushes your panties out of the way, “is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you sigh, “all for you, baby, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Is that right?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer; he flattens his tongue against your cunt and licks a firm stripe from your entrance to your clit. You moan loudly, hands immediately flying to tangle in his hair. His tongue circles your clit before latching on to suck fervently against the bundle of nerves. You arch your back, fingers tightening, keeping him right fucking there. Two of his fingers slip inside of you without warning, setting a steady pace as he pulls every single sigh and moan he can from you.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

His mouth pulls off your clit with a resounding pop and then he’s moving up your body to capture your lips in a heated kiss, fingers still working inside you, bringing you closer and closer to your release. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes wide as he watches you come undone beneath him. Rolling your hips in a frenzied pace, you take his fingers deeper and deeper until your orgasm pitches through you like gasoline being poured over an already blazing fire. Eddie works you through it, he always does, and once your hips come to a stop and the spasms have subsided, he slips his fingers out of you and brings them to your awaiting mouth.

“That’s my good girl,” he muses when you wrap your lips around his fingers, “see how good you taste?”

You hum in agreement, swirling your tongue around his digits. He groans at the sensation before pulling his fingers from your mouth abruptly and bringing that same hand down to smack your ass sharply. You jolt, pushing your body further into him and he wraps his arms around you and rolls, bringing you up to straddle his hips.

“Think you can give me one more?” He asks, shifting his hips for you to feel his hard cock against your thigh.

You waste no time in helping rid him of his clothes. Your fingers start at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before latching your lips onto his collarbone and licking and sucking your way down to your prize. When you reach the denim of his jeans, you slide off the bed long enough to unfasten them and pull them and his boxers down in one fluid motion. You straddle his waist again, rolling your hips across his cock. His hands find your hips, squeezing and kneading the flesh tightly in his fingers and you bring the flannel back down off your shoulders. Turns out Eddie was right, it does get a bit too hot.

Grasping his cock in hand, you line him up at your entrance and sink down onto him slowly, enjoying the ache of him stretching you out. Eddie groans at the feeling of you already clenching around him, his hands bunching the fabric of his flannel around your waist to grip your hips tighter, to help you move against him.

Your hands fall flat on his chest for stability, his tattoos peaking out at you from in between your fingers. Fuck going slow and steady, you set a rapid pace, bouncing on his cock with what could only be described as pent up aggression, taking him fast and hard and deep.

“Fuck, yes,” you mewl, throwing your head back with an elongated moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, smacking your ass again. “Ride my cock until you cum.”

His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing firm and tight circles, taking you higher and higher. You can feel your orgasm building inside of you, coursing through your veins like a tidal wave. You bite your lip with a whimper, one hand smacking against the wall in front of you to find purchase. Eddie has leaned up to capture a nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened peak, and the onslaught of these added sensations has your orgasm crashing over you.

Crying out Eddie’s name as pleasure overtakes you, he wraps one arm around you and flips you until you're flat on your back. He hikes your leg up on his hip and fucks you hard through your high, chasing his own release. Your nails rake down his chest, leaving wild and red scratches in their wake, as you roll your hips against him meeting him thrust for thrust for thrust.

“Eddie, please, cum inside me,” you whine, “I want to feel it.”

“Fuck,” he grunts and with two more hard thrusts, he’s exploding inside of you, warming you up from the inside.

Eddie pulls out of you gently and pulls your panties back in place, keeping all of him inside you. He kisses you then, all tongue and teeth, pulling you close, so close, you could meld into one single being. He interlocks his fingers with yours, lips pressing gentle kisses along your knuckles as you brush his hair away from his eyes.

“That was - shit, you really went for it,” he says after a moment, a teasing gleam in his eyes.

“I did say I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you remind him, “although I wasn’t expecting you to get this hot and bothered over me in your clothes.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you could be completely naked or covered from head to toe and I’ll always get hot and bothered over you,” he says, capturing your lips in another kiss. “But I’m pretty sure this flannel is yours now.”

“Good,” you whisper, pecking his lips again, “I wasn’t going to give it back anyway.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #writing by 's'

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archangeldyke-all · 2 months

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Do you think you could do another smaller chested reader but also with kinda bigger thighs? It can be nsfw or sfw. I've just been feeling extremely self-conscious lately.

of course babe! i'm sorry you're feeling self-conscious, virtual hug for you <333

men and minors dni

i thing sevika would be just as obsessed with your small tits as she would any other kind of tits.

what she'd especially love about them is that you rarely wear a bra.

she can't keep her hands to herself when she's in public with you and she just knows there's only one thing layer of shirt between her and your tits.

so expect to get pushed into a lot of dark corners and pulled into a lot of broom closets for sevika to randomly slide her hands up your shirt, giving your tits a nice squeeze before pinching your nipples, only to grin when she pulls you back out to continue shopping or walking or whatever and your nipples are poking through your shirt.

in bed though? she'd never take her mouth off of them. her hands would be on your thighs (and whenever they're on your thighs they're kneading the flesh like bread dough, whether she's holding your legs open in bed or holding your thigh in her free hand while she drives) and her mouth would be attached to your chest.

she's always trying to fit your whole tit in her mouth. it's ridiculous, but also so hot that you can't ever get past a few giggles before you break into moans.

and even if there's less surface area on your tits for her to mark, that doesn't mean she won't go to town smattering hickeys on your chest anyways.

and dont get me started on your thighs-- you have to be careful how short your hems are in the summer so you don't scandalize the public with how bruised and bitten your thighs always are.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

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chysalxsm · 1 year

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Blue Lock men:Ass boobs or..?

ও rating. explict

ও summary. Do the Blue Lock men prefer ass, boobs or another part of the body?

ও Characters [aged up!]. Nagi seishiro, Reo Mikage, Isagi Yoichi, Rensuke Kunigami, Chigiri Hyoma, Gin Gagamaru, Barou Shoei, Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae and Ryusei Shido

Nagi Seishiro:

He just loves laying his head on your chest, it's so soft and plushy that it drives him off to sleep. His head is either snuggled up in your chest or his mouth is occupied with one of your nipples, sucking and biting on it lightly. It has become so bad with his obsession with your boobs that he can't even sleep without your chest in his hands or fondling your nips at night.

Reo Mikage:

Reo is a big fan of your boobs. He loves seeing you in pretty dresses where he can see a lot cleavage. You just look so beautiful in them. You'll always notice how his eyes start drifting down your chest if you're wearing a push up bra, it's his favorite, mostly if you're styling it with a tight turtleneck <3 worships them in the bed, more so if you're insecure about them. He doesn't understand why, cause they seem so perfect to him?

Isagi Yoichi:

It's canon that he's a thigh guy and tbh he seems also like that type of guy. He's just so obsessed with them. No matter their shape, if their thin and have a thigh gap or big and plushy, even muscular thighs make him weak. His hands are always on your thighs throughout the day, when you're in the kitchen, when you're watching TV together and when your pretty thighs are seated on his lap <3 he loves cowgirl position the most, because he can just grab on your thighs all the while you're humping his cock. Would go insane if you would show up with a skimpy skirt and thigh highs. His cock would be rock hard in no second and leaking pre already <3

Kunigami Rensuke:

Kunigami loves everything about you. He loves your boobs, ass, thighs and everything else. he's just a sweetheart <3 I think he's very much into body worship, cause no matter your size, if he loves you then he really does. If you want him to play with your chest, sure he doesn't mind. You want him to spank you, sure he would do anything for you. I think he would also be very much into thigh grinding. Grinding you down his muscular thighs with his hands on your ass and his mouth on your chest, leaving hickeys everywhere <3

Chigiri Hyoma:

Chigiri is a total ass guy. He doesn't matter if it's big or small he just loves ass. He loves it whenever you walk in front of him and wear your tight fitting jeans and he can just stare at it. He's a sucker for black lacy lingerie, so when you're wearing something like this around the house with just a shirt of his on, you can bet that he'll get behind you and drag you to your guys bedroom and devour you till he can't no more and you both are statisfied.

Gagamaru Gin:

Gagamaru loves your hands! He's so obsessed with them. He loves it when you hold hands and you intervine your small fingers with his long one's. He's a sucker for hand jobs. Gagamaru just loves watching your little hands try to jerk his big cock off, it makes him come way too fast to his liking. Also loves holding your wrists above your head with one of his hand and having his ways with you <3

Barou Shoei:

He loves thick woman with big booties, he just seems that type of guy. Doesn't mind the chubby thighs and tummy, as long as he can hit it from the back and watch it move like waves [I'm so sorry but I didn't wanna say recoil] makes him more than happy. Barou loves it when you walk around the house with super short shorts, it makes his cock swell hard in his boxers. If you ever act bratty, then he wouldn't mind spanking that ass of yours till it's imprinted with his hand print.

Itoshi Rin:

Big booby lover, I'm sorry but it's the way it is. He's just so into big boobs that he couldn't even imagine being with someone that has more ass than boobs. It gets him so turned on whenever he sees models with sexy or cute lingerie leaning down and showing their chest that almost slips out of the bras because it's too tight. He buys it instantly for you to try on and give him a show. Loves ripping your shirt and bras off after a long tiring and stressful day, he just wants to lay on your pillowy chest and fall asleep.

Itoshi Sae:

One word: ass. He loves the way your ass is shaped. Sae thinks it looks good in jeans, leggings, tight dresses but mostly when you wear nothing. He enjoys reversed cowgirl very much, because he has the perfect view of your back and ass. Can lay back and watch you move up and down on him while you make him feel so good with your tight cunt. He isn't even ashamed of grabbing your ass whenever a guy tries to flirt with you, you're his after all<3

Ryusei Shidou:

Man's nasty and very much into your boobs. Grabs them no matter where you are, he has no shame. Begs you to fuck your boobs, smears his pre everywhere, he doesn't care <3 Ryusei likes pinching your perky nipples through your loose shirt, but sometimes he grabs them "accidentally" to hard just to hear your yelps. Whenever he isn't coming inside of you, then it's always on your chest. He gets hard again instantly when he sees his cum dripping down your chest onto your nipples. Wouldn't even mind licking his come off your boobs to clean you up, that's how nasty he is <3

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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Frankie loves his girl

pairing: Frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 843 words

tags: nsfw brain rot, p in v, male receiving, female receiving, size difference, stomach bulge, possessive frankie, obsessive frankie, he loves his girl very much, clothed sex, blowjobs, car sex, reader is mostly refered to as 'his girl' or pet names such as darling & angel, use of the words pussy and cock, Frank spits in her mouth heh & other nasty tags okay

warnings: under 18s pls dni, overuse of the word 'love', I wrote this on my phone so I'm sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language as well. also this is my first fic posted on tumblr. pls be nice :(

summary: Frank loves his girl very much. He loves her mind and heart, but also her cute ass and sweet pussy.

Frank's the type to live in a cottage, maybe in the woods, with his girl. He's the type of man that would wake up early, kiss his sleeping baby and go walk around the property, checking everything just to make sure nothing happened overnight.

Frank knows they're safe, he made sure of it, getting rid of anyone who'd hurt his girl and their peace.

But he still has to do it, his little daily morning walk, to ease his soul.

Yeah, he's protecting his girl, she's safe because of him, happy because of him, and that makes him unbelievably happy, knowing she can sleep as much as she can, without having to worry about a thing.

Oh, how much he loves his girl.

She's his girl. Even thinking about it gives him butterflies and a hard cock. She's his, and nothing has sounded so good before.

He loves her so so much. He loves her smart words, her creative mind and her heart.

He's so in love with how she speaks to him, how she isn't scared of teasing him, of playing with him and being a little bratty. She's so smart and fun and beautiful in every sense.

Frank loves her mouth, her plush lips and tongue, he loves that he gets to kiss her everyday, loves that he gets to spit in her mouth and watch her eyes get all glazed over.

Frank loves her hands, loves holding them and kissing them. He loves it when she gives him back scratches, when they're lounging on the couch. He loves her hands when they're wrapped around his hard cock. And Frank's big, he's big. And every time his angel has her hands around him, the size difference makes him breathless, makes him cum almost instantly.

He loves her soft skin, running his rough hands all over her soft body. Her breasts, stomach, back, ass, thighs, neck, everywhere. He's obsessed and starved every time he lays his eyes on her.

It's embarrassing really, how every time he looks at her, his body reminds him of the nights and days he spent between her legs, either dick, hand or face buried inside of her sweet pussy.

And she's so wet, always so wet for him. Her thighs sticky and her pussy dripping for him.

She doesn't even wear panties that much anymore when he's around. Sometimes it's thigh length summer dresses with cardigans, tight cropped shirts and short shorts that would expose the bottom of her ass when she stretches, barely decent enough to wear out in public.

All she wears is clothes that Frank can easily take off, slide his hands in to wander on her skin and grope her. And even if she wore something hard to take off, they both know he wouldn't hesitate to rip it off.

Fuck clothes, he wants to see his girl naked and pretty under him.

His girl is beautiful no matter what she wears or looks like. Frank loves her in anything and everything. But he does have preferences, after all, he's just a man.

He likes her in just one of his t-shirts, with absolutely nothing underneath. He loves her wrapped in his coat, wearing a stupidly tight t-shirt and shorts underneath. He likes seeing his girl show off her body for him. Especially when nobody else is around to look at what is his.

He loves fucking her while she's wearing one of those stupid tight white t-shirts she likes to wear, the cropped ones, that leave her stomach naked, with no bra underneath. Her sweat, and his sweat would make the fabric obscenely see through, making her nipples visible. And if he's feeling in a certain mood, he might just cum on her chest, over her t-shirt and on the lower half of her face while his girl is crying and cock drunk.

Frank loves shoving his hands in her shorts, through one of the leg holes, groping her ass and squeezing. You see, he's a possessive fucker and he likes to touch, a lot.

He loves feeling her shake and throb, clench and shiver. He likes to see her beg for his cock and try to swallow him while being all messy on his lap, his balls wet from her saliva. He loves it when she grinds her sweet little ass against his crotch, smiling coyly up at him. He loves folding her while he fucks her to the point of passing out, so hard that he'd be able to see her tummy bulge from the size of his cock.

He loves having her on his lap, in his truck, holding onto the hat he placed on her head while riding him, moaning and babbling nonsense while his cock is splitting her in half. Shorts thrown at the back and panties held in one of his hands.

Frank loves his girl and her sweet pussy very much. And he'd kill anyone with his bare hands if they try to take her away from him <3

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puppyeji · 1 year

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thoughts on perv stalker Giselle? 🥺

oh i love this concept

WARNINGS: stalking, panty stealing, dubcon, obsessive!giselle. naive!reader

not proofread ! also this is too long i'm sorry 🫶🏻

it's all just a big coincidence. really. it's not like she's been purposely following you in order to find out where you live or which places you frequent: giselle doesn't actually intend for you two to always run into each other, it just happens on its own.

she sees you often at work. you work at a small cafe near her apartment, that's how she first met you. all it took was for you to smile at her while you were taking her order and she was starstruck, ever since then she's been casually hanging out there to see you. she thinks she's discreet but you've been able to tell she has a crush on you.

you think it's cute. at first.

she's holding back just fine, but she can't help but get obsessed.

she's definitely the kind to want a souvenir with her for when she misses you, so she takes the white scarf you often wear when it gets cold after your shift ends. it smells like you and it quickly becomes one of her favorite objects to get off to: the pictures she takes of you from afar while you're distracted are her first choice though.

she zooms in on your face, aeri thinks you have such beautiful features and loves your side profile <3 but your lips are actually what she loves the most about you, always cums while zooming in on them. she takes her slick fingers to the screen of her phone in order to smear her cum on your pouty lips, daydreaming about one day being able to actually do it in person.

she takes pictures of everything! your long legs, the way your shirt lifts up when you stretch, slightly exposing your skin, the way your cleavage stands out when you bend over, when you play with your fingers because you're bored, and she even snaps a few underskirt pics. your thighs are her second favorite part of you, she can't wait to mark them entirely with bites and hickeys.

you approach eventually, cause it's so crazy how you two always seem to bump into each other, and she makes sure to engage in physical contact. she has sneaky hands, you realize immediately. she caresses your sides while you speak, softly groping your tits with her fingers (she knows you never wear a bra), but dumb naive you lets it slide because she's too pretty to be a creep and she's also really nice!

you chat for a bit as she walks you home. you think she's such a good listener because she barely speaks and lets you do all the talking but the entire time she's actually just fantasizing about covering your mouth with both of her hands to keep you from screaming and then dragging you to a dark alley so she can bend you over and have her way with you. you blush because she's staring too much and she blushes because she's thinking about eating you out right there and then.

after the first time she comes over you do feel weird because that scarf you thought you lost long ago since you couldn't find it anywhere suddenly appears at the bottom of your closet, but you don't think that the fact that she was here the other day has anything to do with it.

she bites her lip, barely hiding her excitement, and her eyes light up when she sees you wearing it again. specially because she knows what she did with it.

you're dumb enough to invite her a second time, giving her the opportunity to steal a pair of panties she's had her eyes on ever since she first saw them, which of course she doesn't waste.

you're so messy, always leaving clothes scattered around your room. it's okay. it's easier to hide cameras that way, so she doesn't complain. the cameras are placed strategically so you'd never find them. they're high quality and so well disguised. she knows how careless you are, she's just trying to look out for you!the fact that you seem to walk around your place with barely underwear on or just a shirt and nothing underneath is pure luck. she fucks herself to the thought of ruining you, she can't help herself when you're this cute and clueless, plus now she has your panties for her to smell and then cum on whenever she pleases.

at some point you can't shake the feeling that something's off, as if someone is constantly watching you. you clean your place and find one of the cameras and when you finally start to piece it all together you call her out, hysterically screaming at her that she's a sick perv, but that only seems to turn her on :/

she waits until you lower you guard for a second and instantly grabs your wrists to bring you closer to her so she can kiss you. you keep trying to bite her and push her away but your resistance eventually wears off and that's when she starts to touch you.

it's fucked up how good it feels, how well she knows your body and exactly where to grope to make you react, when she finally dips her hand on your underwear she's delighted to find you soaking and throbbing for her.

she gets cocky very fast, chuckling as she goes "this wet just for me? hm? weren't you just fighting it minutes ago? look who's the sick perv now."

you try to uselessly scream again but she stuffs your panties in your mouth, the same ones she used to masturbate. and then proceeds to keep both of your hands behind your back as she fingers you with her free hand.

she whines in your ear "fuck! you're gripping me so tightly" and even if you pretend to hate it you still cum around her fingers. the relaxing feeling of your orgasm rapidly turning into dread because you know she's barely getting started.

#aespa #aespa smut #giselle aespa #aeri uchinaga #stalking #cw: dubcon #obssesive #naive!reader #femidol x femreader #perv stalker!giselle #this probably has lots of mistakes but i'm too lazy to fix it

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judeswhore · 10 months

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Lmao I wrote a whole essay😭 also sorry for my english

The only oral fixation I want is him having ur tits in his mouth 24/7, he would just come home from a long day and just lay head on ur chest for a while trying to resist the urge at first but he cant help himself he'll pull ur shirt up and start to kiss and suck on them like his life depends on it, one in his mouth and fondle the other one for ages till he falls asleep..

U definitely have multiple pics of him suckin on them "What would ur friends think if I showed them these pics baby" you teased and he'd just roll his eyes and playfully pinch ur nipple -kinda hurts but in good way- HE DOESN'T CARE HE JUST WANTS THEM IN HIS MOUTH ALL DAY OKAY

Before he leaves in the morning he would give them "one last kiss" even tho he sucked on them all night "just for goodluck baby" he says

He'd ask u to not wear a bra home so its easily accessible and be obsessed with the way they bounce when ur walking instant boner.

He would definitely beg u to let him fuck ur tits or at least just let him cum on them

I know he loves to just spit on ur nipples and then just spreading it with his fingers, he also loves to pinch, and give them lil slaps just to see them bounce again it kinda stings but in a delicious way😩

One of his favorite things to do is just put whipped cream on ur nipples and lick it clean, he'd just do it over and over again, sometimes he'd use icecream fuck imagine the ice cold feeling on ur nipples then his hot tongue sucking and licking 😩😩

he doesn't even ask anymore he just casually pulls them out and start suckling, while ur doing ur homework or watching tv or while he's scrolling on his phone, u know just ALL THE TIME and u don't mind obviously, he's just obsessed with them and ur used to it but sometimes u get so tired of him being glued to ur boobs and tell him to stop he'd give u pleading eyes 🥺but ur DONE u start pushing his head he would release ur nipple with a pop and give one last kiss on both and then he'll be pouting all day .... yeah I'm gonna stop here lol

Again sorry for my English 🫶♡🫶

ur english is amazing!! but this is so🫠🫠can u imagine his obsession after you’ve been apart for a little while?? like the first night ur back together he just cannot get enough of ur boobs, is holding them and sucking them and telling u how much he missed then and ur like “and what abt me” and he’d just send u this teasing little grin, teeth sunk into ur nipple and go “yeah i guess i missed u too”

#hey jude :)

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oatmealmika · 10 months

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FEM! TRAFALGAR LAW HEADCANONS BECAUSE I LOVE WOMEN

a/n : sometimes i just wish law was actually written as a girl cuz DAMN

first off, CLOTHES SHE'D WEAR!!

i'm getting major streetwear/chola style vibes from fem! law

like i mean ripped up baggy jeans, croptops, hoodies, oversized t-shirts, sports bras, long clickity clackity nails (if she really wanted to but very occasionally), and of course (his? her?) their hat

she got her earrings done when she was too little to remember so it's just annoying to have to redo them every so often

i have no clue who'd do her tattoos since she most definitely wouldn't trust some sketchy guy to do them

maybe herself but i don't think that's it either

and whenever you ask her, she makes up a different story (like that one blond guy in "ratatouille" who has a criminal record)

"woke up with it" "they're stick n pokes" "this guy i knew who would only wear bucket hats" and of course "nunya"

she is half german and half mexican (may or may not be self projection with the mexican part)

i get HUGE ymir from aot vibes with fem! law

she appears rude, hardheaded, and pessimistic, but she really does care about others and does have some hope in her (wishing her crew likes her horrendous hawaiian shirts)

her music taste is rock, rap, indie dream pop (tv girl), and then sad spanish songs that slap way too hard (i'm thinking "no me queda mas" by selena, a bunch of vicente fernandez songs my mom loves to play at full volume, and "amor eterno" by rocio durcal)

def not straight i mean just look at fem! law fanart on tumblr bro like honey... and man, am i glad she isn't straight cuz GODDAMN

if you go out with her, you need to order for her pls she can't do it on her own

but she will take the bill, no excuses

i think the type of person she needs as a partner would have to be okay with silence, they have to be outgoing and fun but mature with intense situations, and yeah

plays the bass guitar and has been for years

also plays the drums but her main instrument is bass

really wants to be in a band but not really since she hates the idea of having to be nice all the time for the public

at a mall, she either hangs out at hot topic, barnes and nobles, or justice the whole time

got a bunch of piercings all over her but that's a secret lol nobody knows...

UNTIL I TELL YOU: bellybutton, industrial, conch, ear lobe, tragus, bridge, middle tongue, hip, nipple, and then a bunch of genital piercings i will not be discussing any further XD

her most used apps are photos, notes, tumblr, pinterest, depop, and....... ao3

OKAY OKAY as hard as it might be to believe this, this is NOT self projection it is TRUTH

she doesn't religiously read fics or anything, just occasional oneshots about her nerdy crap when she's bored or something

my girl out here reading her "sora, warrior of the sea" 10k+ fics 💀

if you take her home to meet the family, at first they'll be thrown off by her intimidating looks, but soon enough they'll realize what a little loser she is! the cutie patootie she is <3

LOVE LOVE LOVES cringy 70s/80s/90s movies (think "grease", "the princess bride", "pretty in pink", "10 things i hate about you", etc.)

she doesn't know why. she hates the dumb stereotypes and all that stuff, but she just can't help it! she's so real for it too

idk why but i feel like she'd LOVE spiderman???? like as an obsession?

she is pretty normal about the live action movies, it's just SPIDERVERSE THAT MAKES HER GO CRAZY

she also wants to be good at art but never has motivation to do it

she def has an upside down smile (that what it's called? i think of it more as a "oh that's cringy look and stare y'all" smile)

is she scrawny? muscular? i can't decide honestly. like yeah guy law has some brawn, but he is still a pretty lanky guy, so that's why i see fem! law as a lanky chick. but i love muscular women... goddamn she is just lanky. she obviously has some meat on her bones, but not much.

that being said, i don't think she's very curvaceous either (let's pretend oda didn't draw her the way he did). she is no doubt an a cup, and while her butt is fairly larger, she's still pretty flat.

she also only ever wears sports bras since she thinks regular bras are uncomfy and a hassle.

for a va to replace masc! law's, i would say for japanese romi park. for english, i'd say either trina nushimura or elizabeth maxwell.

for one piece live action, i would want like zendaya as fem! law 😭 aye anything for queen zendaya

only bepo knows this, but she wears socks and sandals on sundays no fail.

has a tattoo somewhere of bepo's name inside a heart with an arrow through it (think those tattoos that tough guys get, with instead of bepo, "mom" is what's written)

fem! law still wears ugly ass hawaiian shirts, don't get it mixed up ✊

that's all for now :)

likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

have a good day!!

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece imagines #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #op law #fem trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece headcanons #trafalgar law headcanons #law headcanons #genderbend #she's so real #pathetic loser

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sapphsorrows · 4 months

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So.. do you have any advice on how to not hate my breasts? I’m just coming out of puberty and I hate looking at my breasts when I’m not wearing a shirt. People online just encouraged me to not look at it, ignore it, and even try to bind my chest. But.. I don’t want to do that. Do you have any advice?

I'm probably not the best person to ask for advice but in my opinion... don't think less of your boobs but think of your boobs less. I'm not saying you should ignore them per se but treat them as you would any neutral body part.

Also, get in touch with your body more in general. I know this is cliche but yoga really helps. And if you don't feel up to it, even some good old fashioned stretching is good. Ideally you should stretch every day but iirc even stretching 3 times a week can be beneficial for both your mind and your body.

And, if you can, ditch the bra! I know some women with larger breasts cannot but if you can you 100% should. I haven't worn a bra in like 5 years and it's been great.

If you're having continuous and obsessive thoughts about your breasts, though, maybe you should seek a therapist who can help you develop coping techniques.

Like I said, I'm probably not the best person to ask. I am literally just a rando on the internet. If anyone else has any tips, feel free to add. I hope you feel better, anon.

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so i’m making my way through your m.l and i got to your nipple play hard thought and also the lino with a small chested reader and i offer you -

lino and his obsession with your tits and how he nearly explodes when you come home one day with them pierced. He’s perfectly patient during the months it takes them to heal (yeah months it’s miserable) but as soon as he gets the green light from you he’s insatiable. like seriously this man can’t get enough of your cute little tits. you’re laying in bed? he’s spooning you from behind one hand grabbing your entire tit in his palm with your nipple between his middle and index finger and he’s just absentmindedly rolling it back and forth gently. your wearing one of his sleeveless t-shirts with the cutouts on the side that are way too fucking big? he’s admiring the way he can see the metal through the thin fabric. but his favorite part? the way your perky nipples are always hard now, peeking through almost every shirt your wearing. and he begs you not to wear a bra around the house because he just wants to see you.

phewww the things this man does to my brain 😮‍💨😮‍💨

oh 😵‍💫😵‍💫 pierced cute little tits???? i am nothing but a bitch for nipple play oh my god

despite him being an ass man (according to more than enough evidence) i think he'd still be obsessed with your tits i think he just wants something to grab and squeeze and fondle as long as it's on you jdhdjs

the way he would shamelessly check you out as you walk around the house like straight up laser beams following you wherever you go and with the shirts with the cutouts he even tilts his head when you lean forward so he can see them through the cut like he wasn't just grabbing them.

you would have to hit him with the "my eyes are up here" way too often because he's just gonna *stare* at all times if they're showing through your shirt.

omg hold on the deep cut shirts are... making my head buzz like he would come up from behind you while you're peacefully standing in the kitchen cutting up some fruits and just. shove his hands through the cut and grab handfuls of your tits, peering over your shoulder like "what are you doing? :)"

when you're like "what are you doing" he's so fucking cheeky about it like "? touching what's mine??" like i actually hate him

he's obsessed with the way they fit in his hands too just like his cute lil stress balls. he fondles with and massages them anytime you're laying between his legs be it watching something or idk like he has to just- he's the personification of grabby hands.

doesn't even mean it sexually he just likes playing with them and you have to sit there all horny and not able to focus on the show because your man can't keep his hands off you.

i heard having your nipple pierced can numb the feeling in them and i'm a strong advocate for him losing his shit over the fact that he can make you cum from nipple stimulation so. hmmm cute pierced tits to fondle or sensitive nipples to tease you. hard decision.

literally never stop sending me minho x small tits / nipple play i will never shut up about it ♡ so many kisses for u (only if u want them)

#lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours

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creatediana · 8 months

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Miley Cyrus is thirty, and I used to think that sounded old but now it just sounds thirty. Hannah Montana was my first pop icon—or obsession. I remember my shoes, my shirts with her teenage face printed on with that flimsy wig—I wanted one just like it, or of my own. Just wanted to be someone different and older. And I'm twenty-four now and I still haven't dyed my hair blonde. Still a redhead, I'm afraid, but that made my dead grandmother very proud. I remember that 3D concert movie in third grade premiering in theaters. You know I wore my favorite shoes to it. I had to. How could I go out to the live Hannah Montana experience without those dirty white sneakers with a cheap gold paint? My prized possessions. And she sang the first song she ever wrote, "I Miss You," for her grandfather, and I just thought: Wow, what a big girl, who can do so much, make her own music, sing it in front of millions, and who has experienced so much. Now it seems like not all that much to me. When Meet Miley Cyrus came out as a double-album with Hannah Montana 2, you know I was blasting it in my bedroom, singing and dancing to those songs like I wrote 'em. Like they were mine. I suppose they still are, and so were Bangerz and Dead Petz for me in high school, and Younger Now when I was eighteen, a legal adult but a little baby, but supposedly not "stuck in East Northumberland High for the rest of my life"— I guess people do change. But did I really? And did Miley really? Surely she did, she has, over and over again. Changed genres, sounds, and looks. Supposedly so have I. I wear bras now, at least when I go out in public, but Miley also taught me what nipple pasties are. You see? She's an icon, a legend and an educator, a role model but never wanted to be one, was never old enough to be one when she was forced to be. Miley Cyrus is thirty, and I'm twenty-four. Now she says we used to be young. Can't deny that that's true. The years go by, though, and we're still in our same skins, with new cells, with changed voices, but still singing.

"Miley Cyrus is Thirty" - an ekphrastic free verse of "Used to be Young" (2023) by Miley Cyrus, written 8/26/2023

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honeyshifts · 2 years

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"God, you look so good in that skirt" - Eddie Munson

A/N: it's been so long since I've written so I'm giving it a shot again. I am obsessed with Eddie Munson I don't know why he's not usually my type but he wiggled his way into my heart ig. Also, I'm assuming hellfire club meets in the drama room it kinda looks like it so that's what I'm going with.

Summary: You got expelled for being high at school so your family sent you away to live with your cousin Dustin Henderson. Luckily you found a new dealer quickly after Dustin introduced you to his club leader Eddie Munson. He took a liking to you very quickly and you started hooking up.

warnings: Drugs, makeout, smut, semi-public, body image issues, swearing

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Kinda short 900 words

"alrighty, everyone that wraps up today's hellfire meeting!" Eddie stands up clapping his hands together. a grown erupts from everyone at the table "you're really going to stop there it was just getting interesting" mike whines as everyone is packing up. "Um, who is in charge here again mike?" Eddie says sarcastically looking right into Mike's eyes. "anyways I have a ... meeting... to get to." everyone in hellfire knew Eddie sold drugs he just never would tell them who he sold to.

Shit, I'm late you think as you close the door of your car. You had told Eddie you wanted to buy some weed so you planned to meet in the drama room after his DnD meeting. You wore a small white sweater with a white skirt with purple flowers on it you don't normally wear skirts but nancy told you it would look great on you if you gave it a chance. You felt ridiculous, at least 5 times you almost turned around to change. That's probably why you were late.

As you make your way down the hall you see the rest of the club leaving so you duck into the washroom closest to you. When you and Eddie started "hanging out" you made him promise Dustin would never find out you didn't want him to know you were smoking again, And ya know sleeping with his friend. Once they were gone you entered the drama room no one was there just an empty table with chairs still around it. "Ugh, they never clean up properly" after putting away the chairs you see that someone spilled something on the table you sigh and go to find a rag to clean it up. There is one on a high shelf as you reach up to grab it you just aren't tall enough so you get on your tippy-toes. Because of the reach, your skirt lifts a bit exposing more of your legs than you would like.

"God, you look so good in that skirt" you turn around quickly with the rag now In your hand to see Eddie standing in the doorway with his metal lunchbox in hand. "Jesus Eddie! you scared me!" he laughs walking into the room and closing the door behind him. you clean the spill left on the table and turn around to find Eddie right in front of you pushing you into the table "can I help you?" his eyes rake over you. "I've never seen you in a skirt" he places his hands on your hips and feels the fabric. Naturally, you lean into his touch. "Why don't you wear them more"

When you lived with your mom she projected her problems on you. She would tell you to go on diets and tell you your thighs were huge. You did everything in your power to make her happy but no matter what you did she never stopped. It wasn’t until you moved to Hawkins you were finally free of her and her words. Slowly you started to feel better about yourself wearing this skit was a huge step for you.

"You really like it?" you look into his eyes they soften " You look amazing princess" Your lips meet, the kiss starts out soft but his grip on your hips tightens putting you closer the kiss deepens your hands find the back of his neck. He reaches down and picks you up and lays you down on the table behind you. he's standing between your legs still kissing you you can feel him through his pants pressing against your cotton panties a small moan slips past your lips. he smiles deepening the kiss again. his hands travels up your shirt. he pulls ways from the kiss "you’re not wearing a bra" he smiles "I didn’t see a point I didn’t want to forget in your car like last time." you giggle rubbing your thumb on his jawline " you’re never getting that back its mine now"

Before you could protest he kisses you again this time with a lot more passion as you both get more sloppy you grab his shirt and pull it off of him "whoa here?!" you had always fucked in his van or at his place never at the school or anywhere public really. " yeah have cheer practice in like 20 minutes no time to go anywhere else." He smiles "sounds good to me" He begins to unbutton your sweater while kissing your neck leaving marks as makes his way back to your mouth he leaves the sweater on you just exposing your breasts.

Suddenly the door opens. Eddie quickly pulls you up so your back Is facing the door and pulls your sweater closed. "OH MY GOD" it was Mike "I just uh um forgot this" he quickly grabbed his jacket "Mike" Eddie looked pissed "yeah" mike replied awkwardly "get out" you had never seen mike be so embarrassed his face was completely red. after he left you couldn’t stop laughing the moment was ruined and you both knew it you buttoned my sweater back up as Eddie put his shirt on "What a shame I was so ready to rock your world" you smile and give him a quick kiss " You still can. Pick me up tonight after practice?" He smiles fixing your hair for you. "I was thinking exactly the same thing"

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #i love you eddie #st4 #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction

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wh0lemilk0vich · 1 year

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okay so i’m thinking about chubby steve loving lingerie and how it looks on him. even though he still wears jeans and polos, just in bigger sizes to accommodate his bigger body, secretly underneath he loves to wear delicate pink teddies or raunchy lace bras and crotchless panties. eddie discovers this pretty early on in the relationship, and likes to surprise steve with a box from their favorite store every once in a while and take him out on a nice date after saving tips from bartending. both of them dress up a bit nicer than they usually do, and maybe they go to a nice steakhouse a bit outside of hawkins. as they eat and talk, both of them know that all eddie is thinking about is what steve looks like underneath the sweater and jeans he picked out. usually they make it back to the trailer before eddie loses it and rips steve’s clothes off to have his way, but sometimes they wind up in the backseat of the van outside the restaurant as eddie takes steve apart bit by bit, overstimulating his babygirl by sucking his tits, playing with his cock, and fucking his tight hole at the same time. eddie always takes a commemorative picture of steve in the lingerie, but his favorite is the one he takes afterwards of stevie fucked out with his soft belly and stretch marks covered in cum.

-🫑

I like the idea of Eddie getting Steve into wearing lingerie. Like it would start off with Eddie worshipping Steve as he's just softening up, and Eddie just wants to nibble and touch and plant is face in every part of of his body. And like when his chest starts budding and they're not really pecs anymore, and Eddie is going extra hard bouncing him on his lap, he's getting more and more stimulated and then suddenly Eddie is motorboating him and sucking his pretty little tits. And so naturally Eddie is really vocal about how obsessed he is with Steve, "Your tits are driving me CRAZY, baby. Can't get over how beautiful you are. I swear you'd look so good...fuck there's no way...Stevie, baby, do you think you'd ever wear some lingerie for me? I'll get it for you! I just -fuck- I'm just desperate to see you in a bra, maybe some cheekies or hip-huggers too. Please, babygirl!?" And Steve wearing them secretly, not for himself but to drive Eddie crazier is ideal. So good. Like Steve reaching for something, or getting up from their table, and his shirt shifts to reveal his panties peeking out, high on his hips, so Eddie is like puppy who heard the word 'walk.' So yeah he'd absolutely take him to the back of the van and tear his stupid clothes off and just enjoy the view, taking it all in, feeling the silly lacy material against Steve's warm pink buttery smooth skin. He'd be drooling over the way it dug (not too harshly) into his softness, and amazed at how well it suited him. And you know what Eddie making sure to get polaroids is amazing, so hot, needing to immortalize Steve's beauty. Getting one after, with Steve blissed out and grinning, eyes closed dazed, looking pleasant and plump with his belly splattered, his spent cock hanging out the top of his panties, and Eddie's hand in the shot lovingly stroking the soft marshmallowy place where his belly started to hang and meld with his hip. Ugh incredibly good. Thank you 🫑-anon

Also don't worry about flooding my inbox, I love getting stuff, I can just be a little slow to respond when work and life get in the way

#misha speaks #🫑 anon #chubby steve harrington #chaser eddie munson #boys in lingerie #steddie #chubby kink

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wall-maria-fritz · 2 years

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I just dreamt of Levi and holy shit should I make this a fic?

Hello! Yes! I'm still alive!!! I had to stop writing bc Ms. Depression is just so ✨💕💖obsessed 💖💕✨with me uwu.

Alright so I just really had to share this dream I had last night because I can't stop thinking about it, and it's got a lot of fanfic potential! Let me know if you wanna see it written down, or if you just want to share with me YOUR Levi dreams! Pls, I wanna know what your nasty lil subconsciousnessess (?) conjure up of him lmao.

Things written in parentheses () are my real life thoughts and reactions to the dream~ So here's my dream: I had cheerleading practice (I was an actual cheerleader back in the ye old days of high school.) And since it was just training, I was in workout clothes-- the tiniest cycling shorts, a good ol' sports bra, and since I've never liked showing my small ass boobs, I had a loose crop top thrown over the sports bra. But here's the thing; the crop top had a big print saying "LEVI'S" in blocky letters. NOT the brand logo of Levi Strauss m'kay? No "est.'s" no nothing. Just that:

"L E V I ' S" in big bold letters across my boobs. And that was fine. I was just doing the usual routine I did, with all the stunts and stuff. And then Levi arrived.

Levi was in the dance hall.

LEVI ARRIVED AT THE DANCE HALL AND I HAD THAT STUPID CROP TOP ON.

I started panicking, trying to hide my shirt from him, lest he thinks that-- god forbid-- that I had a crush on him. Not that I did! Of course. (This is a lie.)

And did I mention that the "LEVI'S" not "Levi" no, the "LEVI'S" is all over my boobs?!????

At this point, I wasn't even sure if he's already seen me with the shirt, shaking my ass, and doing your run of the mill cutesy cheerleader-y stuff.

And then I happened to remember (bc of course, even in my fantasies, my own brain is still against me) that Levi is our star basketball player (????? idefk. ????? This 5'3 man??? a basketball player???? Also, back in my highschool boys only really could choose between volleyball and basketball teams to be an athlete in. It was very lame.) And that I had to introduce him at our opening intramural parade, (It was a lil' gimmick my school had where a cheerleader was paired to a varsity player to cheer for them during their intros. We were a small school so we had time for this) which was why Levi, and the whole bulk of the basketball team is here, so that we can practice the flow of the opening and I asdgvkle;shkaeoshj

And so inevitably, the basketball dudes and my fellow cheerleaders have noticed my shirt, and I wouldn't be surprised if one of the guys have already told Levi and/or Levi's already seen me in it thanks to all the dance hall mirrors, depsite me constantly ensuring that my back was turned to him.

I was blushing, (screaming, crying, shitting even) and just constantly cursing at myself with why. Why now? Why today?

Soon, our coaches and the Sports Coordinator whistled, calling us over to formation to finally practice for the intrams opening, and were told to pair up.

I don't even look up.

My eyes stayed glued to my rubber shoes.

I felt Levi walk up to me, and wordlessly stand next to me.

He doesn't say anything. Doesn't comment on anything. And I still refuse to look at him.

Everyone's snickering at us. While i'm just standing there, looking everywhere but Levi, and knowing just what a sight we made-- the basketball team's star player and his blushing, stuttering cheerleader wearing her tiny little shorts with her tiny little crop top with big bold letter's proclaiming who's she is, all over her tiny little breasts.

While waiting for instructions, and watching the others demo where the players enter/where the cheerleaders do the stunts for their players, I sneak a peak up at Levi.

And because I'm not God's favorite, Levi catches me peeking up at him. His steely eyes flash down to mine. And just as quickly, I whip my head back to face front-- definitely not conspicuous winkwink.

He shortens the distance between us the tiniest bit while still listening to the intructions. Still looking ahead, he whsipers to me, "Have you memorized your routine?"

"Of course!!!" I replied way too loudly, way too enthusiastically. I blush even redder.

Still schooling his face into the usual composure Levi has, his lips give me an almost imperceptible quirk up. if it weren't for the odd playfulness in his eyes, I would have thought his jaw muscles just jumped.

"Good," was all he said.

Eventually, I had to perform my short routine for Levi's entrance. Our Sports Coordinator who was leading the practice, pretends to holler out his name, "Our three-year MVP and Team Captain, Levi Ackerman!"

His teammates and my squadmates whoop and cheer for him as an "audience" would, as a photo of him mid-dribble is flashed on screen. The drummers start the beat, and Levi comes jogging in, looping around the whole court, as I-- with a red, red face-- start my routine.

And my god, it was not like any other cheer routine I ever had to do in all my years in that snooty, catholic high school I went to, because I was giving everyone front row seats to some hardcore ass shakery with a sprinkling of toe-touches and round offs here and there, for the sake of calling it a cheer routine.

I finish it all off with my arms up in a high V, my body straight and as rigid as an arrow, while Levi shoots a ball, as the gym goes wild. (somehow we were already at the gym and not the dance hall??) My coach hollers out an "Excellent [My surname]!"

With the ball bouncing away behind him, Levi turns to me with a debilitatingly handsome half-smile. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of my chest from the exertion of the routine. But more than that, I could feel my heart thumping, almost as loud as the drums beating away at the corner of the gym.

Levi comes to firmly squeeze my shoulder-- a confident, reassuring squeeze-- and says to me in a conspiratorial voice that was for my ears only, almost like he was telling me a dirty secret--

"Great job. That's my girl."

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH

So yep, that's me exposing just how Levi trash I am lmao. I want to write something self-indulgent based on this dream so baaadd. I don't even know what yet. But the idea of a flustered cheerleader who quite literally has Levi's name all over her, just activates the same brain that wishes Levi would mark her and claim her as his. (Shut up, you think the same thing too, don't lieee)

That's all! Also, I see AALLL of your comments and reblogs and tags and requests!!! Especially on The Wife! You guys, honestly, you all warm my heart. Thank you. I've been so, so sad, and your little squeals and squees have brightened many a sad, sad day. Imagine crying to the Call Me By Your Name soundtrack, and then ding! Tumblr tells me you guys loved The Wife so much, ya'll are begging me for a sequel! And you know what? Maybe I will give you a sequel!!!

ALSO PLS I NEED A BETA READER ANY TAKERS??? I SWEAR I WILL FANGIRL WITH YOU ALL DAY ANY DAY AND I AM ALWAYS WILLING TO BETA READ BACK AKDBFLAESFGBKLES there's never enough Levi/AOT fics to read imo, so I really wouldn't mind~

But yeah! Thank you for being patient with me and my unplanned 5 month long hiatus. I love this community so, so much.

Maria's scribblings MASTERLIST

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman #dreaming about levi ackerman #levi ackerman dream #levi dream #dream #maria rambles #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #cheerleader levi ackerman x cheerleader

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1randomperson15 · 1 year

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Hey, I've been questioning if I was autistic for a while now, and I am unable to get an official diagnosis (and tbh dunno if I want one), so here is a list of traits that may or may not be autistic traits and if you could go over them that would be great! (just ask if you need clarification for stuff, and if you have additional questions feel free to shoot)

Hates jeans

Hates seat belts

Hated a scratchy blanket everyone else thought was fine

Hated bras and avoided wearing them for the longest time, still Does Not like them

Will take them off as soon as I get home

Wouldn't wear them if people didn't care

Comfort & convenience >>> Looks (don’t really care about them, don’t really understand people who think otherwise)

Am agender

Plays same music over and over again (changes maybe every 1.5 years)

Wears same clothes each day (gets upset when can’t)

All basketball shorts and a shirt

My parents had to fight to get me to get new clothes even when my old ones were clearly too small

Gets upset when my haircut isn’t the way I like it (full on sobbed when it was really bad)

I was usually upset after every haircut until there was a stylist who did it the same every time

Hate surprises - I already put out things to prepare food, but Ma wanted to make something else for me

When trees were massively trimmed I was saddened - I never thought about those trees before

Same with the bushes in front of our church parking lot

When I couldn’t find hot chocolate powder where I thought it’d be, I started tearing up and getting unreasonably angry and felt like throwing a tantrum

Tears up when I don’t understand something/gets really frustrated

Cried when I got into slight trouble with my Bio teacher

Doesn’t take criticism well (non quantifiable that is, anything other than numbers) (anything that you can't objectively prove ie math)

Monotone (ish) voice (have been called emotionless/cold, need to be more expressive in presentations; when asked some people say I do, others say I don’t so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Speaks more formal -ish? I think anyways

Copied characters/youtubers a lot when I was younger

Poor volume control (especially when excited)

Don’t know when to jump into conversations

Kinda feel like I’m just there, not part of it (outsider looking in)

It’s seems like a 50/50 if people tune me out

one on one is easier than group

Don’t know how to make friends

Can’t tell if I’m friends with people/if they care about me/would miss me

Have “obsessions” (ie. constantly think about Thing, read boat loads of fic about it, and talk if I feel I’m allowed to)

I have a bunch of nonsensical ramblings written out, and much more my sister was forced to listen to

Usually only have two interests at a time (1 youtube community, 1 fandom)

death (of others) is weird, feel empty for several days, then don’t feel anything after that

I hate alarms/repetitive noise

Sometimes have to adjust volume others don’t need to

Sometimes the volume is too quiet to hear but when I turn it up slightly it's painfully loud

Mornings - take a bit to put on socks & eat breakfast, don't like verbally communicating (it's not like a coffee thing or whatever, usually it just takes time until I'm able to do things - might just not be a morning person)

Also, I used to not eat breakfast, until my parents found specific foods I would eat, and then they'd give it to me until it'd taste bitter and make me want to throw up and the cycle continues and now there's quite a few foods I used to love that I now Do Not eat

I used to just speak in mumbles and grunts a lot which my sister could mostly interpret to my parents

I would often feel angry for no reason/not know what I wanted when I was a child and took it out on my parents - I was very difficult

Once I couldn't communicate with my Dad that I needed a longer break between rounds of badminton and he kept insisting so I just sat there and was mad at him for the rest of the day

An English a teacher would add questions in our essays as genuine questions, but for the longest time I just assumed that meant I was taking my reasoning in the wrong direction, not that I was supposed to dive deeper

I don't usually speak unless someone explicitly asks me to bc I don't want to be annoying (in gcs and usually irl too)

I have spent 6 hours doing a spreadsheet...twice

am very blunt (people typically know if I don't like them, I don't try to be rude, just clear)

#actually autism #autism #actually autistic #my stuff #irl #I'm sure there's more shit but that's what I can think of #I dunno how much of this is relevant but might as well just in case it is

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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hey! I just wanted to say I love your fic A Fresh Start SO MUCH !! the writing is just *chefs kiss* and the slow burn is just long enough to be agonizing but in literally the best way possible, it’s written SO WELL AND I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH DUDE !!!!!

I love your fic so much, and for the past couple of days I’ve been kicking around the idea to ask you: is it ok if I draw your character Nima from A Fresh Start? I just love her so much and she’s one of my favorite side characters, and I was hoping I could ask if it was ok if I could draw her? She’s just such a fun character and I really like the idea of drawing her pink(?) skin and other details, and if I could draw her, do you mind providing any details about her? Like maybe some references, any outfit she wears, or just any sort of spare details you have about her?

anywyas, tysm, I love your fic a LOT and have a good day !! <3

ps. if you have an anon list going, I wouldn’t mind going by ⭐️ (star) Anon :)

THE SOUND THAT LEFT MY MOUTH WHEN I READ YOUR MESSAGE WAS INHUMAN. ABSOLUTELY YES YOU CAN DRAW NIMA HOLY SHIT IM SCREEEEAMING.

Okay. Deep breath. Holy moly. Alright. Guess what, my friend? You just opened Pandora's box. You asked for spare details but I'm about to ramble for DAYS. Nima's got a full history and backstory (b/c I'm obsessive about this kind of stuff) that I haven't been able to explore in the story to the degree I want SO NOW YOU GOTTA SUFFER THROUGH PARAGRAPHS OF INFORMATION.

Just swear to me that you'll send me the finished result because I neeeeeeed it. You think I'm insane and feral now? Just you wait. Okay. Now, info dump waiting below.

So mentally the closest face claim I have for Nima would be the actress Seo Ye Ji (as in if Nima got to ever see the silver screen that's exactly who I would want hired to play her lol).

Nima is pretty average in height, and she's built firm. Not a body builder by any means, but you can see the strength in her arms and shoulders from the multiple years of working in a garage doing heavy lifting and being hands on. Her skin tone is a more pastel shade of pink, like a soft bubble gum pink, but her lekku both have a sprinkling of freckles all over them in a darker shade of pink. Her eyes are a dark brown, and she has freckles across the bridge of her nose and on her cheekbones that match the ones on her lekku.

Nima has no tattoos or piercings, she's terrified of needles. Markings of note though, she has a collection of scars along her arms (burns and cuts) from her work. Nima has a bad habit of getting excited when working on a project she's excited about and in her excitement she'll forget to wear gloves or cover her arms in the proper gear.

When she's working, Nima wears a pair of navy mechanic coveralls to protect her skin when doing more dangerous work, but as said previously, Nima has a bad habit of shrugging out of the upper half to tie the arms around her waist leaving her in either a plain tank top or sports bra. She does it to cool off, but often forgets to zip the upper body part back up before getting back to work. While on the job, there are three things she always has on her: a pair of work goggles either resting on her forehead or hanging around her neck, an old pair of work gloves she's kept forever despite their disrepair, and a matching set of dark brown work boots. All three were gifts from her father when she got her first job as a mechanic.

When Nima's not working, her style is all over the place. She prefers pants and shorts to dresses and skirts and tends to lean toward large, loose fitting t-shirts that she'll tuck into high waist shorts or pants. But, she's also a big fan of oversized hoodies, cardigans, and flannels for when the weather gets cooler.

I attached some random pictures I found on pinterest of things I could picture Nima wearing.

AGAIN DON'T FORGET TO SEND ME THE ART PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU🥺⭐️

#a fresh start #nima #fan art #listen to me #i am losing it #omg #any sort of art of my work will make me foam at the mouth #i'll be rabid #i need the serotonin #pls #asks #feel free to ask me about anything!!

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blondiest · 2 years

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Oooo!! I am intrigued by Breakable Heaven

I posted a little snippet here (which is probably the best bit) but I do have another snippet from the male main character's POV 😈 edited to remove details of the ship bc it's a rare pair from an embarrassing anime 😂 (some middle school obsessions never die!! even when you're 27!!)

mild sexual content, but like... it's kinda barely there

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She's dancing with [male character], the absolute bastard. As he picks her up and spins, [main character] wants to die.

He sees it happen like slow motion— the guy sets her down, and she stumbles, giggling, into [female character]. The redhead proceeds to dump the entirety of her punch down the front of her dress.

He's moving before he actually thinks about it, shrugging out of his coat and throwing it around her shoulders. She looks up at him, mouth forming a perfect little "o." He heroically resists the urge to run his thumb over her lips.

"You okay?" he asks, mostly unslurredly. Unslurrily?

"I'm— I'm all wet," she says, frowning. Despite the context clues for what she actually means, his dick twitches a little in his pants.

"Hang on," he says, striding confidently over to the hostess. He almost trips twice, but only one of the times is over his own feet, so he counts it as a win.

"[REDACTED]" he says. "Where's your washing machine?"

—-—-—-

Somehow, probably through sheer force of will, he gets her to change into his shirt and a pair of her friend's shorts. She emerges from the bathroom looking absolutely perfect, like always, but even more perfect because she's wearing his shirt, which looks really great. He's not that cold anyways. Plus, he knows girls like seeing him shirtless, and she should hopefully be no exception.

She shoves a wad of clothes into the washing machine (on tip-toes, because it's a top loading unit and she's so tiny, which he finds equal parts cute and kind of hot, somehow). He reaches the top shelf to grab a laundry pod. His brain short-circuits a little when he sees a bra and underwear among the clothes she put in.

Nevertheless, he persists, pressing the necessary buttons to start the washer.

As the machine fills with water, he turns to her.

"Want to go back to the party?" He asks, politely.

She looks at him like he has an extra head. "I— not really?"

She looks down at her clothes. He doesn't really see anything wrong, but then girls are a little more particular with these things. Oh well.

"I can bring you some food," he tells her, aiming for a friendly tone. He's trying to remember his brother's advice for dealing with women— don't be yourself. Be nicer and more helpful, and also less stupid. It's definitely paraphrased, but fuck it, he's drunk.

"O-okay," she says. "Um, I'll have some w-water and a slice of pizza."

He's doing so well at this. She'll totally forgive him for accidentally touching her boob at this rate. Maybe she'll even let him do it on purpose someday— but. One step at a time.

He's dully aware of several sets of eyes on him as he loads up a plate with one slice of each pizza variety and pours a glass of water. Nothing, not all the staring and whispering in the world, will interrupt him from his mission. Not now.

"Hey," her friend says, stepping in front of him before he can make it back to the laundry room. "Is she okay? I can come hang out with her if you want to—"

"No," he says, unintentionally very forcefully. "She's fine. I'm bringing her food. Excuse me."

He pushes past and goes through the door, lowering himself to sit next to her on the floor.

"Oh," she says, frowning. "That's a lot of pizza."

"I didn't know what kind you wanted," he explains. "I'll eat what you don't."

He enjoys pizza more than he likes to admit. Especially this place— their tomato sauce is just right, a balance of acidity, spiciness, and sweetness. It's perfection, really.

She drinks her water, and delicately eats a slice of pizza, and he slumps against the wall beside her.

"I'm really sorry," he slurs slightly. "I'm serious, seriously. I really didn't mean to touch your—"

She chokes on water, spluttering. After a moment, she recovers, and looks at him strangely. "It's okay," she says. He is not convinced. Then, "Um... Are you... drunk?"

#thank you for asking!!🥰 this was fun to share #my writing #asks

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