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etdanger · 2 months

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AHHHH omg pls tell me u see the vision with corrupt cop mingyu and neighbor nice girl who’s super sweet !! she’s innocent but not stupid and mingyu likes that but she just pays him no mind

CW: NONCON, DRUGGING AND SOMNOPHILIA.

first, this 98% background story and 2% smut, literally, more of mingyu just being fucking sick in the head than anything but i really liked writing this so, and second, kinda fuck the police i guess-

the hot, older, seemingly normal cop next door that gets interested in you since the day he knocked on your door to introduce himself and offer you his number because “you’re so young… and alone too, it can be dangerous around here” clearly flirting and you simply nodded, gave him the biggest smile, a “thank you” and closed the door on his face.

you’re so sweet and nice and clearly such a good girl, so pretty too, he does everything to try and get your attention and yet nothing but smiles and few conversations from you. but he knows you’re not stupid and thinks you’re playing hard to get, convinces himself you looked at him differently once, and that just drive drives him further into his obsession with you and that’s where his not so normal side comes out.

listen, i don’t think he will ever admit out loud that he’s stalking you but that definitely what he does. he is a cop and that comes with certain benefits, he’s just using those to get closer to you. totally the type to find out where you work and ask his superiors to have his route reallocated to the area so he can spend all his day looking out for you. discovers your favorite cafe close by and starts casually ordering there too, acting all surprised when he hears your voice calling him, starts offering to take you to places and is quickly to brush it off when you say you can’t disturb his job, claiming it’s a “slow day, nothing really happening”.

you get what i’m saying here? he’s the type to use his job as a way to slowly insert himself into your life, your personal space, and it totally escalates to more extreme things. i can see him starting to find ways to scary you, to make you need him and his help, sending you creepy texts from random numbers through the day, pictures of yourself, even finding ways to break into your house in the middle of the night, making noises to wake you up or leaving things for you to find. his chest gets filled with such a sick satisfaction when you finally call him one night in tears and whispering, asking for help because there’s someone in your house and of course he is there in a minute, gun in hand and everything. so nice he is, taking your shaking body in his arms and reassuring you you’re safe, he won’t let anything happen to you. and of course, of course he asks you if you want to sleep in his house that night, or how many nights you want obviously, if that would make you feel safe, kissing your forehead so gently when you look up with teary eyes and nods.

he wraps you in a blanket, makes you tea, insists you take his bed, he won’t mind sleeping in the couch. listens carefully to everything you have to say about the things that are happening and wipes your tears when you cry, reads the texts you received as if he wasn’t the one who wrote every single one, looks at the pictures… promising he will make everything on his reach to find out whoever this person is, you can trust him.

and honestly i don’t care that this is too cliche or whatever, he would put something on your tea. like, i think that at this point he would be so desperate to have you, he doesn’t care anymore, just the sound of you crying and saying you needed his help, feeling your shaky form against his body, all of that was enough to make him hard, to think he wouldn’t try to touch you would be nonsense. so yes, he does puts something on your tea, enough to not have you opening your pretty eyes for hours, and stands for a few moments at the bedroom door watching you sleep, loving smile on his lips seeing you so relaxed in his bed, cuddling one of his pillows.

walks closer, as if you could wake at any giving moment, and sits by your side, brushing hair out of your face, leaning down to kiss your cheek and corner of your lips, breathing into your smell… he’s such a creep, for christ’s sake. runs a hand up and down your arm while the other palms his cock through his sweatpants, quick to pull your top up to get a good view of your tits, not holding back on grabbing one, yes, he should be careful, not leave marks, but he waited for so long for this, jerked off under the shower so many times thinking about you… speaking of jerking off, starts pumping himself by instinct, too lost on feeling your body. would try to resist but end up parting your legs and licking his fingers to toy with your pussy, groaning a bit too loud upon feeling your little clit and how tight you are, not properly wet, barely taking the tip of his index finger— but it’s okay, he will have time to make you wet for him in the future and fuck you nicely. spills all over his hand between groans and whispering things such as “you’re going to be mine, uhm? you’re meant to be” and “going to make you my pretty little wife, come home every day to you waiting for me here”

sigh… totally normal man who just wants a little wife.

#asks #seventeen smut #mingyu smut #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #kim mingyu smut #cw: noncon #cw: drugging #cw: somnophilia

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neoarchipelago · 3 months

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It's not a secret that the boys are very protective of red panda! Reader. They've pretty much decided to make sure no one would touch or even bother them. It's very easy with humans. They usually get very scared of their superiors.

But other hybrids are another thing. They're more sneaky about it. Try to get them alone when they can't sense the rest of the team.

Obviously reader finds it bothersome. No, I don't need a mate. No I don't want to go eat with you. Stop sniffing my tail or I'll bite.

Sometimes, she has to purposely run to the boys when she feels like she's being followed. Dumb boys in rut are particularly stubborn.

It has given her trouble amongst other hybrids. Why was she always with these men? They're not even hybrids! They can't take care of her like a real male would! Who's going to mate with her?

Obviously the boys would run in on a pretty pissed reader, on top of some furniture, just berating the poor hybrid.

The boys get extra careful with males in heat and tend to keep reader closer to them at all times. Making sure she's always near reaching length.

She still has nice hybrid friends, but even those get the usual side eye at any action the boys deem too much.

The guys are not afraid to threaten any one, even hybrids if that means they keep you safe. Sometimes you'd get back to the dorms looking annoyed.

"what's wrong?" Price asks.

"some idiot I was sparring with ... Put his scent on me on purpose..." You mumble, ready to just hop in a long shower.

Cue soap and gaz immediately pulling you to the couch to snuggle with you. They'll put their scent on you! No problem! Easy fix! You're dragged back to the nest for several hours of cuddling each of them. Price even brings their reports back to the 'est so they don't have to move at all.

You feel so much better. Surrounded by their scent. Safe and comfortable. Sometimes you wonder if the boys get annoyed at this, even if they can't actually smell another's scent on you... Could they have some instinct that usually... Normal men don't have?

#fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #cod mw2 #captain price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #redpanda!readercodau #hybrid!reader #hybrid

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aireia · 12 days

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the hell is this supposed to be? — you adopt a kitten without sukuna's knowledge.

tw/cw: gn! reader, fluff + crack(?). sukuna calls you a brat. not proofread + rushed. fic doesn't make sense author just wanted to write something with cats and it sucked.

note: i'm half asleep. you do not wanna know the shit i typed out while trying to figure this fic out. —masterlist

sukuna has never understood— no, he doesn’t understand you. right now, at least. he was convinced he understood you even before you got together. he’ll never admit it, but if anyone asked him about your preferences, he probably had the answer. favourite food, colour, type of clothing, when you would start growing tired and fall asleep while on the phone.

now, sukuna has a set of keys to your apartment because he liked going over to your place more than you going to his because his brother’s friends were there, and he’s convinced that being around them could make the smartest of the smartest stupid. so, you just gave him keys. you had nothing to hide, afterall.

it was supposed to be one of those days. he knew you weren’t going to be home, and decided to wait for you in your apartment. everything seemed normal at first. walking out the lift and heading straight for your apartment, inserting the key into the keyhole… until he opened the door.

there was a small grey blob running towards him. and now, said grey blob was pawing at his jeans, trying to climb him. sure, sukuna was tall, but he wasn’t a tree! wait, cats aren’t supposed to be climbing up trees anyway!

sukuna looked down at the kitten, slowly becoming more and more annoyed when it didn’t leave him alone. if it’s in your home, it was probably dear to you, which means he can’t kick it off. he ended up bending down to pick it up by the paw, so now he just had a cat hanging onto his fingers with its paws while it was suspended in the air.

“kuna? what are you doing at the door—” your sentence was cut off when you saw how your boyfriend was handling your newly adopted kitten. you immediately reached out to snatch it from him, holding it close to you. you lightly scolded him for picking a cat up that way and walked past him.

he felt like air the entire evening after that. you were tending to your newfound friend so much you didn’t give him as much attention as you usually did. he knows that he rejects your affection a lot, but that didn’t mean he wanted you to stop! the only time you paid him any attention was when he intentionally sat closer to you, and even then, you barely brushed your lips against his cheek.

sukuna was sure he was glaring daggers into that kitten on your lap. it was taking his rightful place. was this jealousy? yea, maybe it was, because the amount of happiness he felt was immeasurable when that damn cat finally got off your lap to run to your room to do who knows what. who cares? the hugs you gave him made him feel far more superior.

as of right now, you had just gone to take a shower. sukuna wanted to take a nap while waiting for you, only to find that your cat— well technically also his cat according to you, was sleeping on your bed. he glared at it before laying on his side on the other side of the bed.

“tsk. wonder what that brat sees in you,” he clicked his tongue, and continued to stare at it. okay, maybe he was starting to get you. the kitten was kind of cute, and kind of cuddly looking, but that wasn’t enough reasons to start liking it.

maybe it’s your turn to stop understanding sukuna, not that you ever have, actually. he claimed that he hated your feline friend while you were cuddling on the couch, but you stepped out of the bathroom to the grey kitten asleep on sukuna’s chest. he looked pretty peaceful too, no signs of waking up suddenly and throwing the kitten off. you took a photo. it’ll be good blackmail material for later.

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

#signed by aireia!#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #sukuna jjk #sukuna x y/n

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albertwhiskerss · 3 months

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𝒶𝓁𝒷ℯ𝓇𝓉 𝓌ℯ𝓈𝓀ℯ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈❦

warnings ~ nsfw

꧁ albert wesker x female reader headcanons, mainly relationship and smut based.he can also be a bit soft and cutesy LMAO🎀꧂

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~he definitely grabs your ass in public.it pisses you off.you try to mind your own business as all of a sudden albert just grabs your ass with no shame about it ‘albert not now.’ you look at him with a straight, threatening face. and he has that stupid smug look and god do you want to punch him every single time.

~he doesnt seem like it, but he can be clingy at times. sometimes at home he just follows you around like a cat doing nothing but just walking everywhere you walk. if you sit down on the couch he just sits directly next to you and grabs your thigh and cuddles his face into the crook of your neck. he cant ever get enough of you.

~this is random asf but i thought its a bit funny LMAO this man carries them grandma lemon sweets in his pockets.if hes at work or you guys ever go out he will always pull out a hard lemon sweet out of his pocket and he munches on them 24/7 HAHA

~you will always know whenever hes needy for you. he always gives you a lil smooch on your forehead and gives you THAT look in his eyes. that hungry look in his eyes that makes you want to go cRAZY. and of course that seducing smirk on his face UGHH

~he loves seeing you wear his glasses. it turns him on so much ong. especially if hes pounding into you and youre wearing his glasses it makes him FERALLLL

~he loves making out w you.idk he just loves putting his hands on your throat while he full on devours you as his tounge explores your mouth OMG

~when hes horny he comes up behind you and pushes his erection into your lower back. he holds your waist tight and kisses your neck RAAHHH

~he can be very dominant and rough. he can literally ruin you and you wouldnt be able to walk for DAYS.he sees himself as your superior during sex and just thrusts into you at the highest pace possible and goes in so deep you can literally feel that man in your guts. by the end of it he leaves you with mascara dripping down your face and shaking legs.

~he is also a MASTER at aftercare that man will literally bathe and feed you and tuck you into bed idc

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#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker headcanons #albert wesker smut #smut #headcanon

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alexisomnias · 10 months

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— PAW-TASTIC. . . | twst

⤷ they're cats, wonder how insufferable they are?

DM - platonic, inspired off my own cats irl - you/your

characters | ACE , LEONA , JAMIL , IDIA , LILIA

✎ ACE TRAPPOLA

• Always at your feet trying to TRIP YOU. Literally can't walk without him running in front of you trying to introduce you to the floor.

• Expects you to spoil him when he wants to be spoiled, especially if your busy, otherwise he refuses all your affection??

• Very easy to distract, its quite funny. Just hang string and move it around a bit, and suddenly its just, "mind blank; only string!" So yeah, this method is especially effective with cat toys.

• Always on the counters for some reason. Even if you move him down from there 100 times he won't take the hint he can't be on there. Maybe he just likes high places? Makes him feel superior, maybe?

• Absolutely despises getting his claws trimmed. he likes them sharp so, don't cut them. Even though he most definitely isn't an outdoor cat, he likes having them sharp. Even though he cries and screams when he gets stuck in the couch and you have to get him out.

• YOU CAN'T LEAVE HIM ALONE FOR MORE THEN 2 DAYS WITHOUT HIM BECOMING VERY CLINGY. He's not one of those cats you can leave for days at a time unfortunately.

✎ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona's literally a cat in human form so he's not much different as a house-pet. He sleeps a lot. Definitely a napping cat.

• Literally will meow at you for hours until he gets pampered. He also likes to lay on the scratching posts, beds, couches and such. Comfy places.

• Very picky about his cat food. He specifically wants you to make him the wet food he likes even if you don't feel like making it for him.

• He doesn't go outside a lot. For the most part he'd lounge in the garden (if you have one) on the deck/patio in the sun, or on the lawn. Though for the most part he doesn't leave your property. He finds exploring and all that stuff a drag. He much prefer to stay where his treatment is good.

• He thinks your his slave. So yeah, one of those annoying cats who always expect something from you.

• Will knock shit off your counters, shelves, etc) just for your attention. Then he'd prance away like he didn't just break your thousand dollar vase.

✎ JAMIL VIPER

• A very orderly cat. Rarely sheds, doesn't run around and minds his own. Jamil doesn't even really go on the couches or beds. He just minds his own on the.. floor.

• Hates cuddle time or being held, he prefers being on the ground, thank you! So good luck holding him and cuddling without a claw to the face. If your really eager to cuddle, I'd suggest always having his claws clipped.

• He doesn't like other animals, (especially cats). Whenever your not looking or not home, he gets into cat fights. Otherwise he's prefect and pretty

• At first glance you'd think he's an indoor cat, but he actually prefers it outside! He likes exploring and seeing what the outside has to offer! (he also really likes the sun.)

• For some reason??? he drinks water??? with his paw?? He eats like any other cat but for some reason Jamil just drinks with his paw.

• despises bugs with every part of his being. If he sees one he screams and cries for you, will not stop meowing until he knows its dead.

✎ IDIA SHROUD

• DESPISES WATER, see's it, he screams and cries and will literally pass away. Y'know those cat videos of putting a cat in water and they fly and bounce off walls? Literally Idia.

• Runs around the house at top speed. Jumps on the scratching post, 'destroys' it, bounces off a wall, runs down the hall. Then crawls under the bed.

• Sleeps and hides under beds, behinds couches, etc). Enjoys darker places where he can wallow in despair/hj. He also uses these to hide if you have people he's not used to seeing over. Rarely comes out if you have guests over.

• Definitely an indoor cat, put him outside and he'll try to find a way back inside. Like through the window or something.

• He sheds a lot unfortunately. Probably a very fluffy cat that gets his fur all over your clothing and beds if you cuddle with him. Well, if he lets you cuddle with him!

• He actually doesn't mind other cats that much. He doesn't like playing with them or being around them though, he prefers to keep to his own. Especially if the cat is a jumpy one.

✎ LILIA VANROUGE

• Will eat whatever insect or dead reptilian he can find. Taste buds are dead, you once caught Lilia eating a moth. It was gross.

• Super annoying when he wants to be. One of those cats who will knock at your door, scratching at it, and then once you open it he just stares up at you then walks away :')

• Will jump scare you. He likes hiding under your sheets, jumping out from random places, and running beneath your feet. Scares the soul out of you when he does this.

• An outdoor cat! He will leave for days then return home randomly. He normally doesn't go far, but he still enjoys being out of the house and exploring outside! Except during winter, then Lilia becomes an indoor cat.

• Enjoys sleeping and finding high places. he hangs out on shelves and such.

• Lilia is a cat that actually likes water. Spraying him to get off of counters no longer works since he just doesn't mind it.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #ace trappola x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #jamil viper x reader #idia shroud x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #ace trappola #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge

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homelanderbutbig · 2 months

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You Love Me For Me (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1937 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

Homelander gets drunk, and things become a little silly. Inspired by a conversation with @sehtoast (this is dedicated to you, brother man).

You don't know how it's come to this. One minute, you were making a comment on whether or not Homelander could get drunk, and the next thing you knew there was a delivery of booze to the penthouse. You weren't expecting something so stupid to become an arguement, but he was adamant on proving to you he wasn't just your average supe. He is stronger, bigger, and better than everyone else. His body is impenetrable, superior, and won't allow him to get intoxicated.

And yet… he got drunk.

It's late in the evening, and he's sprawled out on the couch with his massive head in your lap. His eyes are half-lidded and glossy, drifting lazily around the room and he gazes at who knows what.

Running your fingers through his hair, Homelander is powerless to stop all of his content little noises from seeping out as his mouth hangs open ever so slightly. His smile is woozy, and his hot breaths let you smell the alcohol permeating his entire being. All of his limbs are outstretched, with his left arm and leg laying heavy on the floor. One of his gloves is on the coffee table, and you have no idea where he put the other one.

You sigh to yourself, having no idea how you're going to get out of this predicament.

Your attention is turned back to the deep voice chuckling below you as Homelander nuzzles his large head into your chest, finally focusing on you.

"You doing okay?" you question, giving his scalp a generous scratch. The leg he has on the ground starts bouncing up and down, like a dog getting a good pet.

"Yeeaaahhh…" he drawls, still grinning at you. His once glazed over expression now seems to have a sense of purpose, and you can see a mischievous spark in his eyes. "Yoouuu… y-you're cuuuute."

"…Thank you?" you tell him, confused.

"Hmmmm…" he hums, before lifting his arm off the floor up to your head, twirling strands of your hair in between his index finger and thumb. "I liiike… your hairrr…"

"What do you like about it?" you ask, returning the favour by snaking your fingertips through his undercut.

"S'prreeetty…s-soft… smells gooood…" he replies. "Like youuu… you allllways smell gooood…" he continues, moving his hand to boop your nose before settling it down on his stomach.

"What do I smell like?" you query.

"Mmmmm… heaaaavennnn…" he mumbles, leaning his nose into your chest.

You're surprised to hear him talk like this, so openly. One thing you've come to learn about Homelander is that is that he prefers to show his affection through actions rather than words. The most you've ever heard him express is 'I love you'.

Every day he showers you with flowers, gifts, hugs, and kisses. He enjoys cuddling with you, holding your hands when he takes his gloves off, and keeping you up to his chest so you can be at eye level with him. But get him to tell you what it is about yourself that he loves? Never.

Just as you get lost in your own thoughts about Homelander's tipsy confessions, he gets his own ideas. Abruptly, he raises his body just enough to grab you and pull you on top of his abdomen, keeping you seated in place with one of his immovable hands spread across your back.

Looking right at you causes him to start giggling, making you shake and feel like you're on an amusement park ride.

"What's so funny?" you question.

"Youuu," he proclaims, proudly showing off his fangs with his broad smile. He uses his hand that's not propping you up to squish your cheeks together. "Youuuu… y-youu… y-you're cuuuuute…"

The hypersensitivity Homelander usually has over his strength appears to have greatly diminished in his drunken state, evident by the painful pinches to your face. You try and give him a gentle reminder by holding onto his big hand and tapping his knuckles. Thankfully, even when he's hammered he can still pick up on your cues, and he releases his ironclad grasp.

"I liiike… like yoooouuu," he says, stroking your face with his long fingers. He carefully runs along every nook and cranny of your visage, taking great consideration not to miss anything. It's not like this is the first time he's touched your face, but something about it right now is completely entrancing to him.

"What do you like about me, Homelander?" you decide to enquire, seeing if he'll keep being honest about his feelings for you. You don't know if you'll ever get another opportunity like this again.

"Mmmm… y-yooou're nice," he professes, looking directly into your eyes. "Kiiind… goood… youuu… youu… you looove mee… f-for me."

The longer he talks, the more you can see some form of realization kick in. To what you don't know, but something that he's saying is slowly peeling away his happy grin, and replacing it with sad teary eyes.

"Y-you're not s-scaaared… y-you love m-me," he sputters, unable to halt the torrent of tears you've unleashed with your prying question. "Y-y-youuu… make m-me f-feel… n-normal!!"

Deep down Homelander has always known why he loves you, but he's never been able to articulate it. Even though he trusts you, he's always found it hard to be open with you about himself, and anything you're able to get out of him is in little teaspoon-sized amounts.

When it comes down to the main cause, he has issues trusting people. Those he's placed reliance on in the past have all lied to him, hiding information from him, to 'protect' him. They only wanted to use his longing for connection to further their own goals. How can he be expected to express his humanity, his inner pain, if the world can't even give him basic understanding in return?

But you… you're different. He doesn't have to put on an act around you. He can show you his vulnerability, and you don't laugh. No, you swaddle him in your love, and bring comfort to his insecurities. You guard him like he's your most precious treasure.

He has no idea how he got so lucky to find you, but he knows he can't ever let you go.

Wobblily, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a hug, nestling his head on your shoulder. He squeezes you so firmly you find it hard to breathe, and you're afraid he might accidentally snap you in half.

"H-Homelander," you manage to gasp, swatting his back as hard as you can.

"S-s-sooorry!! I-I'm s-soooorry," he babbles, loosening his hug enough to let you breathe again. "I l-l-loove youu! I-I looove y-you! I-I…" he repeats, though you're not sure if he's saying it at you or just to reassure himself. Regardless, you do your best to return his embrace.

"I know big boy, I know. I love you too," you console him, scratching the back of his head. Your enchanted fingers make quick work of his nerves, and he settles himself down.

He keeps you in this hold for a while, even after his tears are long gone. In fact, you realize Homelander's grasp on you is becoming more lax. Taking advantage of his limp arms, you lift yourself up and discover he is starting to nod off.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," you say, caressing his cheek. "I think it's time for us to go to bed, okay?"

"Mmhhmmm…" he murmurs, looking at you with barely cognizant eyes and giving you a tired smile. However, he makes no attempt to even get up. Instead, he just shuts his eyes and snuggles himself into the couch, deciding this is his bed for the night.

With a deep exhale, you know you don't have a chance in hell at lifting this eight foot tall man up off the couch. You know you have to put forward a different stragedy if you're going to get this giant goober into bed. Luckily, you have a pretty good idea on how to entice him.

You slide off the couch, leaving him alone while you walk over to Homelander's bed. Since you moved into his penthouse, you managed to convince him to put a mini fridge in his bedroom. It started out as something there for you, as you like to have cold water before bed and it's more convenient to have it nearby and easily accessible. However, the majority of the fridge is now taken up by bottles of milk. It's become a nightly routine for the two of you, sharing a sip with Homelander before cuddling together under the sheets. He just can't resist his bedtime milk.

Taking one bottle of milk out of the fridge, you unscrew the lid and let the faint smell of dairy do its magic. It only takes a split second for you to hear a sluggish rustling from the living room, but you don't hear Homelander's familiar footsteps.

You have to use all of your willpower not to burst into laughter at what happens next. Rather than risk stumbling and bumping into everything with his uneven gait, he decided to float into the bedroom. It's nowhere near as spectacular as when he flies into the air at the speed of sound. In this moment, the closest thing he reminds you of is a cartoon character floating to a windowsill over the smell of a freshly baked pie.

He lands his full body weight onto the bed, practically knocking you down in the process, and you have to cover the top of the bottle with your hand to prevent the milk from spilling out. Although you shoot him an unimpressed glare, he simply giggles at your expression.

"Come here, have your milk then it's straight to sleep, alright?" you instruct, feeling more like you're parenting the world's biggest toddler. You shift yourself up to Homelander's oversized pillow, patting it so he knows where you want him.

Haphazardly, he crawls up to you and lays down on his back, letting you cradle his head in the crook of your arm while you lean on top of the pillow. You angle his head upright, with his cheek to your chest, as he looks at you with hazy yet eager eyes. Usually he can just grab the bottle himself and down it in one gulp, but he's hardly conscious and you don't want to risk him doing something stupid like choking.

"Not too fast, okay?" you direct him, tilting the bottle into his mouth. He gives you a slow nod as he takes careful sips, his eyelids getting heavier with each swallow.

By the time he's drank all of the milk, his eyes are closed. Foolishly, you think your nonsensical evening has finally come to a close, but Homelander is always full of surprises. Just as you get ready to tuck him in, he rolls forward onto his stomach, trapping you underneath one of his arms.

"Homelander! Homelander!!" you yell in vain, smacking him on the shoulder as hard as you can. However, your hopes of rousing him are dashed when you hear him start to snore; he is out like a light. There is absolutely no chance you're going to wake him up.

You attempt to wage a futile war against the massive arm pinning you in place. Fortunately it's a slant that still lets you breathe normally, but you succumb to the knowledge that you aren't going anywhere the rest of the night. Tonight's been enough of a wild adventure, you've earned some rest.

You just hope to god once the morning comes, his hangover isn't half as dramatic.

#the boys #the boys tv #homelander #homelander x reader #g/t #size difference #my writing #my boy goes HONK SHOO HONK SHOO

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xzaddyzanakinx · 9 days

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So like i'm chronically ill and i suffer a lot from pain and fatigue and it can get really disheartening and demotivating at times.

How do you think Anakin would act with a chronically ill partner?

I’m not too well versed on any chronic illnesses other than POTS (family member has it)

But thinking of her/her symptoms/issues here’s what I came up with:

You wake up stiff and and your joints just don’t seem to work properly? Anakin will be late to work just so he can get your heating pad, your coffee and breakfast, along with some snacks for later. He’ll be so sweet and give extra cuddles before he puts on some bio-freeze for you (he hates the smell but he loves you so it’s worth it)

You’ve had a great day, a productive day, so good that you made plans… and now you have to cancel them. He understands, he likes being home and cozy on the couch with you better than being out in public anyway. He’s secretly happy that he gets to skip out on drinks at the bar with your friends, that means he has you all to himself.

You promised you’d fold the laundry and do the dishes before he got home from work, but you only got halfway through before you had to take a break… that small break turned into four hours. Anakin doesn’t mind, he’s just happy you are taking care of yourself and letting yourself rest when you need to. He hates it when you push yourself too hard and you end up worse off.

He takes you to all of your doctors appointments, he takes off work the full day if he can. He knows appointments are stressful for you (they stress him out too). Anakin will make a full day out of it. Coffee and donuts for breakfast, lunch at your favorite place after. If it’s a long distance appointment he packs you a bag for the car ride full of: snacks, water (no soda or juice bc he has to force feed you water; he knows you don’t drink enough when he’s not home!!!), a book, your headphones, chargers, fidget toys, and most importantly Hot Hands bc you can’t have your heated blanket in the truck😕

Your pain is 10/10 and you can’t even pick up the phone to call him like you do every day on his lunch break. He’s immediately on his way home, if he’s not there already. Anakin has anxiety through the roof when you don’t respond to texts so you miss three? He’s coming home asap. You don’t answer a call? You best believe he’s leaving work without a second thought, he’s not wasting a moment to even tell his superiors he’s leaving.

He manages all your meds for you.

He makes all your appointments and keeps them neatly on the fridge calendar.

He surprises you with little treats as much as possible.

Anakin’s a homebody, he enjoys the comforts of your shared space, so even your hospital stays are treated like nights at home. He brings all your favorite things, doesn’t matter if it’s a one night stay. He’s bringing your pillow, your blanket, stuffies…

He knows more about your illness than the doctors at this point. He’s basically a specialist. Countless hours of research and learning not only to understand it better, but also to help you cope.

He keeps a record of all your appointments in a binder to track your medical progresses/declines.

He helps you get a service dog, he’s so good at redirecting/educating people in public when they get too close or try to pet them.

#star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars #anakin x you #sw anakin #darth vader #darth vader smut #hayden christensen #chronic illness #chronic pain

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slytherinshua · 10 months

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CUT THE CAKE

genre. fluff. father taemoo. warnings. reader is pregnant. gender reveal party. mention that reader and taemoo are married. pairing. kang taemoo x fem!reader. wc. 941. a/n. from anon, here.

You had never kept a secret from your husband before. He was way too good at figuring them out if you tried, and he would also bribe you with gifts until you finally spilled. It was hard to keep a secret from someone so handsome, and everytime you tried, you eventually felt guilty about it.

So, it was no surprise that he figured out you were pregnant before you could even tell him yourself. Maybe your cravings had been a little too weird to dismiss, but you had thought you were doing well hiding everything. That thought was destroyed when at breakfast, Taemoo had asked you with a completely straight face how far along you were.

You had really really wanted to surprise him. It was the start of your family with him, and a monumental moment in both of your lives. Since the pregnancy surprise went down the drain, you decided that you would go all out on the gender reveal. Taemoo deserved a surprise, and you knew he was eager to find out so he could start buying clothes and toys and all the other cute, completely unnecessary, and absurdly expensive baby things he could find.

The man had money to spend.

Your doctor had called you while you were relaxing on the couch next to your husband, catching up on morning cuddles before he had to leave for work. He knew it was the call to tell you the gender of the baby immediately. He tried hard to hear what the doctor was telling you until you had to lean away from him out of fear. As soon as you hung up, he had you back in his arms, though.

“So? Boy or girl?” He asked excitedly.

“As if I would tell you immediately.” You giggled, feeling somehow superior now that you knew something he didn’t. He gasped once he realised that you were completely serious in keeping it from him and were determined to not spill.

“Sweetheart, what if I made you buldok? I know you’ve been craving spicy foods. Would you tell me then?” He gave you a sweet smile, hugging you a little closer, eyes shining, begging you to give in. Bribery. It was always his first tactic.

“Hm… I don’t think that will be enough? I’ve already planned for a gender reveal party with the help of Sunghoon. I think you’d rather find out then.” You said teasingly.

“You think I would rather find out then? You mean you would rather tell me then.” He sighed, releasing you from his arms in a swift movement.

“Hey, hey-” You pushed yourself against his chest again, “Just because I won’t tell you doesn’t mean you can slack off on cuddle duty.” You mumbled, pulling his hands to wrap around you again.

He smiled, “Alright. Just because my wife is so cute, hm?” You smiled up at him, leaning in to give a quick kiss to his lips. He sighed in content. There wasn’t any better way to start the morning than this.

You knew how cruel you were being to your husband. He reminded you of it daily with big pouts and pleading to at least give him a hint. You told him that he could wait two days for the party. That hardly stopped his attempts to get you to tell him, though.

Today was the day of the party, and Taemoo seemed to be in an especially happy mood because of it. He always liked to pamper you, but he was really outdoing himself this morning. He prepared a warm bath for you and made you a fancy breakfast (he never let the cooking skills go to waste), he even picked your outfit for you because he knew how often you stressed over how you looked.

Sunghoon had already made sure everything was set up by the time you and Taemoo arrived. A nice outdoor party, nothing too fancy, but still elegant and happy. You would let your husband cut a cake to find out the gender, since you thought it was a cute way to find out, plus all the guests could enjoy the cake afterwards.

“Are you ready to find out?” You asked him, pulling him to a secluded side of the garden, away from the prying guests who were eager to find out more about the new baby of Go Food’s CEO.

“I’ve been ready for weeks.” He pointed out, slipping his arms around your waist, hand resting on your little bump, just starting to show. Taemoo thought it was one of the cutest things on earth.

“The guests are also impatient. Go cut the cake.” You urged him with a laugh.

After a quick and impromptu speech to the party guests, you handed Taemoo a cake knife and the guests clapped in anticipation. Taemoo was sure he had never been this nervous in his entire life. The knife glided through the layers of delicate frosting and soft crumb, carefully taking one piece out, the colour inside was pink.

Taemoo grinned at you, laughter soon creeping up on him from how happy he was. He was getting a baby girl— another princess in the house that he could pamper and spoil as much as he wanted. It was more than he could ever ask for.

He grabbed your wrist to pull you closer for a kiss, pouring so much love into it that it made your heart flutter. His hand held your waist gently, pulling you even closer to him, thanking you for being the best thing to ever happen to him. He loved you earnestly, and he would never stop.

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ky-landfill · 2 years

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#jason todd #dick grayson #where the angst okay its lazarus pit withdrawal illness #and a big bird with a broken wing #couch cuddle superiority #batbros #batfamily #dick is absolutely snoring #pit withdrawal

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thehighpriestess1 · 9 months

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I just realized, in the series August, if Satoru were to get Y/N as his (personal) assistant, then hhhhhhoooooo boy. It’s gonna be cloud 999,999,999 for Satoru.

That man is going to see his wife in a tight ass pencil skirt and he’s gonna be staring at that juicy peach all day long~! 😏 Tons of sexual tension & innuendos will definitely spawn.

Office sex will then be a must for him. 😤 He has to make sure they do it at least once a week. 🤭 ppfftt Satoru is finally gonna get a 1-up point into who gets mommy more, from Keisuke. 🤣😂

Heheh and then the rest of the staff in the Gojo estate will be dumbfounded & deadpan as they witness the sexual atmosphere between the Gojo couple. 😂

You bet!!!

CEO Gojo with his wife as his personal assistant!

From the series : August

Everyone would be surprised to see the reader work for Gojo because why does she need to work, right? Yuta would tease Gojo by saying that now all his work gets done one time. Gojo would get her a desk similar to his and would set up right next to his so he could look at her all day. Would he get her fresh flowers and coffee everyday? Yes. It's a Gojo x reader ritual. When they leave in the morning he would tease Keisuke, "I am taking your mom away! She will be with me all day and I will kiss her as much as I want!". He would get Mr.Giraffe thrown at his face. He would purposely match their office clothes! He would buy multiple pairs of couples watched and would insist on wearing same as hers'. If he sees her working a bit too much he would dead-ass give everyone a day off just so his wife could rest! He would schedule an hour after lunch as 'cuddle time' When he would simply cuddle with the reader on the couch. If the reader is working but Gojo wants her attention, he would throw paperclips con her desk or write a not and throw it on her desk. He is annoying but he is adorable.

nsfw below the cut so proceed at your won risk. Minors stay away please

He would add 'wearing pencil skirts' as a job requirement and would stare at that cute butt ALL.THE.TIME. Would he pull reader into a heated kiss in between work? Yes! Would be absolutely shameless in teasing her about it? Yes! Would he spank her with the file that she hands him? Yes! Would he rub that butt while shamelessly staring at her cleavage while she explains something to him? Yes! Would he call it the 'best role play ever'? Yes! He would definitely tell the reader that he is cheating on her with his personal secretary and when the reader tells him that she is also cheating on him with her boss he would legit pout and act like a whole ass baby!

"Satoru! Ple...please!". You whined as you threw your head back.

"Is that what you call me? Only because I have my cock buried inside you does not mean we drop the formalities right?". Gojo grinned and sank further into the leather couch spreading his legs wide to further push into you.

You navy blue pencil skirt bunched up at your waist and the buttons of your shirt opened to expose your baby blue lace bra to Gojo. This was his version of punishment. Every time you disobeyed him you would end up in the same position, but Gojo would leave all the work to you. After all he was your superior within these four walls. It absolutely drove him feral when you disobeyed him and begged him to help you get your release. All this cockiness and mean behaviour was a coy, in reality the moment you arched your back and shoved your filled tits in his face, he was a goner.

"Please...sir". You pouted as you struggled to move.

Gojo grabbed your hips and lifted you up and started pounding into you like a mad man. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and sucked on the soft pale skin to muffle your moans but that drive him closer to the edge. You crashed you lips on his' and you both moaned into each other's mouth as you came together.

When you walked out of his office together Gojo winked at you, "Nice work today, y/n-san!". You simply rolled your eyes and scoffed. Leaving everyone around the two of your confused.

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ghost-rattan · 7 months

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how about some akutagawa and an ADA s/o enemy trope? the s/o and aku is in a mission from our dearest dazai, where they have to stay together at some hotel room and they're strangled with eachother in the morning hwhwhw if you're not comfortable with this it's ok🙏🙏

I'll request a bunch in the future I guess😋🫢‼️‼️ -🐑

SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE!!!! hope this is what you wanted!! and I can't wait for more request! they honestly make my day!

One bed Akutagawa x ADA reader!

Your lovely superior Dazai thought you are Akutagawa would be an amazing team! aka Dazai thought you and Akutagawa would make a cute couple(thank you Dazai)

Working for the ADA was a very rewarding job as you are able to help others

while Akutagawa on the other hand kills the people you work so hard to protect

So it was easy to guess that you weren't the biggest fan of Dazai's when he sent you on mission with the mafia member

The aim of the mission was to stop this enemy before they can become a big threat

"Can't Atsushi" "No <3"

Akutagawa was also confused usually its Atsushi he is sent with but Dazai clearly knew that he was infatuated by you

You where beautiful, kind, caring and the total opposite of him

while you thought of him as some one attractive yes but he was a killer!!!!!!

So when you both arrived at the hotel you would both be staying at for this mission you both realized there was one bed

For the first night Akutagawa suggested to sleep on the couch

He had probably one of the worst sleeps of his life that night but hey he didn't care as long as you slept well!

the next day Akutagawa was extremally tired yet he didn't snap at you

That day you where able to find out a lot about Akutagawa

you also noticed that every one you came across he didn't kill he only knocked out

This did bring him into a deferent light in your head

maybe he wasn't a killer???

that night you invited him to sleep on the bed and you the couch

"No...you have it.. I do not care for your pity, plus you may as well use it"

"We could share"

BLUSHING AKUTAGAWA!!!

"Fine..."

so that night sharing a bed you both agreed on what side you both wanted

You went to sleep back to back

'the night was perfect, for a couple to bad you where single' you thought to your self

that night you could see all the stars from the big window in your hotel room

you where looking at it but some thing told you to look at Akutagawa

he was already asleep

you could watch him in his most peaceful moment

he awoke to you starring at him

"Is something wrong?"

"No! I'm sorry go back to sleep!"

when morning had arrived you where both cuddled up in each others arms

because during the night you felt Akutagawa's warmth and cuddled up to him and soon after he had cuddled up to you

when you both had woken up AGAIN BLUSHING MESSES

You both agreed to tell no one about this and to never bring it up again

NEW FLASH Dazai knew it would happen and so when you both got back bro teased you both so much

But by this time you knew 100% you liked Akutagawa so maybe you will let Dazai send you both on more missions

just don't tell kunikida about your new found crush for the mafia member!

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd ships #akutagawa x reader #gender neutral reader

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corrodedseraphine · 10 months

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hellfire heart | one shot

this amazing edit of Eddie which i used here was made by wonderful @sofiiel

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

story based on a request by a lovely anon: could i request rockstar eddie who is a bit of an asshole, loves a drink etc? maybe something angsty! angst with half happy ending I guess?, established relationship, breaking up, modern!AU

4 310 words

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

I was going to write this much later, but life sucks and my mood today is some kind of unfunny joke, so this request was the perfect opportunity to unload all my negative emotions in this angsty work!

Dear anon, thank you very much for your request, I hope you will not be disappointed. (I wrote the song myself, it's okay if you don't like this, you can pretend it is any other song yopu like!)

eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

"I thought that when you come to Hawkins for a break we would organize a little campaign for the boys? They miss you so much." You lay cuddled up against Eddie's chest, who was browsing something on his phone.

"Yeah, about that." he said, turning toward you for the first time in twenty minutes. "I'm not coming to Hawkins."

"What?" you rose quickly. What did he mean he wasn't coming back? The breaks between tours were the only longer time you could spend together. Besides, you saw each other once a month when you visited him on tour.

"Babe, there are so many better things than playing some stupid game, so many parties we can go to, so many crazy things we can do." he replied, sitting down on the bed. "Being stuck for couple of months in Hawkins is not fun."

"But what about the kids? What about Wayne? Don't you miss them?"

"I miss them, but I guess if I don't come once, nothing bad will happen, right?"

"Since when is D&D just a stupid game to you?" you asked. Never in your life would you have said you would hear those words from his mouth.

"Honey, look at me, I am not that Eddie anymore. I am not a loser or freak, I am a fucking rockstar. People love me, I have fans all over the world I have everything I ever wanted. I am better, my life is better now." he said grabbing your hands. "Now I'm going to go to rehearsal, later I'll come back and we'll have dinner together, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, have fun." you replied weakly. Eddie quickly smacked you on the lips and left the apartment.

Being left alone with your thoughts was not good, as those thoughts began to wander into darker and darker corners of your brain. You loved Eddie and were happy like no one else that his dreams were coming true however, you slowly stopped liking the kind of man he was becoming. What didn't escape your attention was his sense of superiority. Suddenly everyone who wasn't recognized and famous, those who didn't participate in crazy parties whose motto was sex drugs and rock and roll, were suddenly worse. More and more, you could see the arrogance in him. At the beginning of his fame, he looked forward to visits home. He loved the hours spent campaigning, the fishing trips with Wayne, or the pleasant evenings at campfires where he played guitar and the rest of your little crazy family was singing. He kept saying that these were his favorite moments. What happened that suddenly they were no longer like that?

Eddie didn't show up for dinner. After three hours of waiting, you extinguished the candles you had lit, put the already cold food in the refrigerator, and took the wine that was supposed to be for both of you to the couch and poured it into a glass. You weren't even surprised that he didn't come back on time as he promised. Lately he had less and less time for you. Day by day there were fewer and fewer calls and messages, fewer and fewer I miss yous and I love yous, instead more and more arguments and misunderstandings. There were more and more drunken pictures of him that you saw on the Internet, more and more rumors about secret "friends" of Corroded Coffin members. At every turn whenever you went on any social media you were bombarded with theories that made you sick. Not wanting to bury yourself in this hole even more, you put your phone down on the coffee table and turned on the movie to occupy your thoughts, but somewhere in the middle of it you fell asleep.

You were awakened by Eddie's loud comeback and quiet curses from his mouth. You turned on the lamp that stood by the couch and looked at him sleepily. He was barely standing on his feet, you knew immediately that he was drunk, you couldn't stop the thought that he might have been under the influence of something else.

"Where were you?" you asked quietly, having neither the desire nor the strength to argue.

"At the re-rehsal." He replied trying to look sober. His tounge wasn't able to form any clear words.

"And later?"

"I hav' n'idea what you talkin'bout." he mumbled under his breath, you could barely understand what he was saying. He shakily walked toward the bedroom.

"Eddie you're drunk."

"'not."

"Why are you lying? Couldn't you at least write that you'll come back later?"

You received no answer. Without even trying to undress, he just threw the phone on the bedside table and landed on the soft mattress immediately falling asleep.

With a burden on your heart, you got up from the couch and, taking a bottle of water with you, because you knew he would need it in the morning, went to the bedroom to lie down next to him. The room smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. You watched his body move with every breath, wondering what happened to the boy you knew like the back of your hand. The boy who mocked everyone who devoted their lives solely to alcohol and parties. A boy who wanted more than just fame and money, who always cared about his loved ones and wouldn't even think of pushing them away in favor of other, "more famous" friends.

It hurt you what was happening to him, it hurt you that you couldn't do anything about it, because whenever you tried to talk to him on the subject everything ended in one big fight. It scared you how much you didn't like his new persona. Even scarier was the thought that this change was permanent.

You were awakened by the vibration of his phone. Wiping your sleepy face with your hand, you took it to turn it off, but you noticed a text message on the screen from an unknown number.

unknown: let me know if you want more ;)

You sharply inhaled the air feeling like your heart was about to jump out of your cage. You knew you shouldn't do this however it was stronger than you. You unlocked your phone and went into the messages with the unnamed number.

Under the message sent above was a picture of a pack of cigarettes. Did he want more cigarettes? You were surprised because after everything he went through in the Upside Down he promised you he would stop smoking. Biting your lower lip nervously, you started scrolling up. There weren't a lot of messages, the earliest one was sent a few hours ago, half an hour before Eddie got home. However, one detailed message from him was enough to make your vision begin to blur.

unknown: how can I return the favor?

eddie: send nudes eddie: just kidding

As if burned, you threw the phone straight at him. He woke up with a growl. Little did he know, though, that a hangover would be the least of his worries. You quickly got out of bed and started getting dressed.

"What's goin on?" he asked seeing your condition

"What's goin on?" you asked pointing your finger at the phone. He frowned and looked at the tiny screen and then realized what was the reason for your behavior. "Who is she?"

"Chrissy's friend." he replied as if nothing had happened.

"And what does she have to repay you for?" Your voice slowly broke.

"After the party she needed a ride so I ordered a cab and we drove her and then I came back here. I don't see what the problem is."

"You really don't see what the problem is? Maybe in what you wrote back to her!"

"It was just a joke don't be dramatic!" he replied sitting down on the bed.

You couldn't believe it. He really thought that writing such things to other girls was okay? Even if it was just a joke, you were not going to accept it. Although you've always known that Eddie can laugh at anything, jokes also had their limits, and this was definitely overstepping them.

"You can't be serious now." you said looking straight at his tired face.

"It was just a joke." he repeated through his teeth. "It's not my fault you don't get them."

The old Eddie would never do something like that to you. The old Eddie, when Steve made jokes like that with other girls was the first to point it out to him and say how pathetic his behavior was. Your old Eddie at least would have let you know yesterday that he would be late and wouldn't be back for dinner.

"I don't care if it was a joke Eddie. I don't give a shit it was a joke!" you raised your voice. Everything you had kept under lock and key for the past months was just being released from you. "How would you feel if I wrote to any of your friends like that?"

An expression of realization flashed across his face, but after a moment it was again replaced by irritation. "After all, she didn't send me any, at least she knows it was a fucking joke, not like you!"

"You wouldn't even admit to me if she had sent one! You could have flirted with each other all the way back and you still wouldn't have told me about it!"

"Maybe we were!" he yelled. "Just- Can you just shut up, my head is pounding." He said hiding his face in his hands. "Get the stick out of your ass, because lately you've been doing nothing but whining."

"No. I'm sick of it Eddie. I'm sick of the person you've become." Shocked, he immediately raised his head. His big puppy eyes found yours however, this time you didn't give in. What was going on between the two of you was not good and it was time to explain. It was time for brutal honesty. "You have changed. You have become someone you would have been disgusted with just two years ago."

"What are you talking about?"

"About you, Eddie! Now all that matters to you is alcohol and these stupid parties. I don't know if you remember, but during one of your speeches at the table in high school you emphasized how much you despise such people!"

"I don't know if it gets to you, but we're not in high school anymore." he scoffed.

"What happened to you? What happened to Eddie, who wrote songs about fighting knights and dragons? Who wrote beautiful love ballads? Whose music had a message? Your last album is all empty words about sex, drugs and how there is nothing meaningful in life! I can understand to devote a few songs to that, but not a whole damn album!" You knew that criticizing his music would be a blow to a sensitive spot, but what was your one blow compared to his treating you like a punching bag? "Where is Eddie who couldn't wait for the campaign and was excited to wonder if Dustin would find an ulterior motive in it? Where is the Eddie who could talk to Will for hours about his role as DM? Where is the Eddie who at every possible opportunity went back to Hawkins to spend some time with his Uncle? Where the hell is the Eddie who didn't choose getting drunk over our dinners together? Where is the Eddie who was always looking for ways to be close to me?!"

"Y/n…" he tried to interrupt you however it was too late. You sped away breaking all the brakes along the way.

"Where is Eddie, who always answered my I love yous? Because the one in front of me now doesn't even want to look at me anymore." You were crying, struggling with breathing out the words. "For the past few months, every time I come you have a problem with kissing me. If I didn't hug you myself you wouldn't do it. You don't answer my messages, you don't answer my calls, when was the last time you told me you loved me?"

"Maybe I wouldn't have stopped doing that if you hadn't criticized me all the time!" he shouted avoiding your last question. He knew the answer would not be acceptable.

"And in what should I support you?! In getting drunk to the point of unconsciousness? Asking for nudes from other girls?! Do you even have any idea how much it hurts me? You don't tell me anything! You keep everything a secret, your nights out, your new friends, you never want to talk about it! How do I know what the hell you are doing there?! I'm supposed to support you in this so that later I can see pictures everywhere from clubs of you having a great time with your fans who are pushing themselves straight into your lap and you don't even try to stop them?!"

"You're just jealous! You're pathetically jealous because you can't accept that my life is so much better now and I don't need you in it at all!"

Suddenly you had nothing more to add. Everything had become clear. Clearer than you had imagined.

It took a while for him to realize what he had said, his words broke the heart not only for you but also for him, because he knew that this was the moment when he would lose you.

"Baby, no. Shit, I am so sorry-" he approached you quickly grabbing your hand but you immediately yanked it away. "Sweetheart, please, that's not what I meant. You know I love you, I'm sorry I've been acting like this lately, please, I'll change, I promise." he panicked. It intensified when he didn't get any response from you. You walked around the room collecting your belongings, which you threw into a suitcase occasionally wiping away tears. Despite his begging and following you around like a lost puppy dog you never spoke a word to him again. Even when you left slamming the door.

For the first few weeks it didn't get to him. He completely lost himself in the party vortex forgetting all God's world "enjoying" his freedom. Waking up in places he didn't know next to people he didn't remember with a massive headache, lack of energy and nausea. This was his new daily life. A daily life that was wearing him down. The Internet was buzzing with news, stories and footage of him getting into fights with other people, or of Gareth and Jeff or Simon having to carry him out of clubs and bars because he was so drunk he couldn't do it on his own strength.

Locked in a vicious cycle, he was starting to suffocate. Suddenly all the things he wanted so much but couldn't do when he was with you were starting to push him away. Suddenly all the quickies with people whose name he didn't even know began to disgust him. The mere mention of any alcohol made him sick. Despite the fact that there were still plenty of people around him giving him their full attention, he felt lonely. Queues of groupies lining up for the tour bus, the forbidden fruit that tempted so much turned out to be nothing.

Lying alone in bed, he stared at the ceiling feeling cold. The darkness that surrounded him consumed his entire soul. Hearing the vibration of the phone he quickly grabbed it hoping it was a message from you, but it wasn't. Suddenly Eddie felt a burning feeling in his eyes that he hadn't felt in a long time. He touched his tear-wet cheeks in disbelief. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, but it must have been a very long time ago. Feeling despair spreading throughout his body, he decided to grab a lifeline and called the person he could always count on in such situations. The person who never refused to help him and who always managed to chase away his demons. Unfortunately, this person did not answer this time, leaving him alone. The person he shouted right in her face that he didn't need her in his life. Sadly, he needed her more than he thought, and loved her even more, but somewhere in his crazy journey, greedy for fame, he forgot all about it leaving him completely alone. He thought about the moment you separated, thought about everything you told him then, thought about how right you were. The longer he thought about it, the more disgusted he became with the person he had become. You were so damn right. He felt like a blinded fool. In fact, that's exactly what he was. The Eddie you loved got lost in the maze of celebrity and money, and in order to survive there he had to adapt to the new environment by creating a completely new version of himself. A version he wasn't proud of.

When he finally calmed down and wiped away his last tears he felt a surge of motivation. He was determined to find the old Eddie and bring him back.

Everyone immediately noticed the change. When rock star, social spirit, party monster Eddie Munson locked himself inside four walls cutting himself off from everything people were shocked. The real reason was known only to the members of Corroded Coffin, who forced him to talk. When he finally told them everything they showed him great support and helped him regain his former self. It was not an easy and quick process, but after a few months he managed to change tracks. Focusing mainly on writing new songs, after the concerts he always returned to the hotel, where he occupied his thoughts with planning D&D campaigns to which he also wanted to return. It turned out that escaping into the fantasy world was still great medicine for his tortured soul. He spent a great deal of time talking to Wayne. The old man was initially very surprised, but also happy to hear his nephew more often now. At his and Corroded Coffin's manager's urging, he also tried visits to a psychologist, which helped him not only find balance in his new life but also helped him deal with nightmares from the past.

The last destination on the tour was Indianapolis. Being so close to home, Eddie sent you all VIP entrance tickets. With a tightness in his heart, he watched as Max, Lucas, Dustin, Mike, El, Erica and Will lined up right at the barriers in front of the stage. Right behind them walked Steve and Robin, and at the very end you. After such a long time of no contact with you, he felt like crying at your sight. He didn't believe you would come, he thought you hated him and nothing would convince you to be here today. And yet there you were. Fate was giving him a chance and he wasn't going to let it pass.

The concert went well, to everyone's surprise, they didn't play a single song from the new album. They relied mainly on those that were written back in Gareth's garage in the days when the world had no idea who Corroded Coffin was. Some people, were not happy about this, but the vast majority sang the songs along with them as much as they had breath. At the very end of the performance, Eddie approached the microphone putting his finger to his lips, thus asking for silence.

"Before we finish, I'd like to announce something." he said looking around. "I'm damn grateful for each and every one of you here, if it weren't for you, we would never have gotten this far, and I will never be able to repay you for that." The crowd went wild, everyone started shouting and applauding, and Eddie smiled and once again asked for silence. "Unfortunately, even on the most beautiful journey one can get lost. And I got lost very badly, and I think that if someone hadn't shouted it in my face a few months ago I would never have found my way back." He grunted. He tried to find you in the crowd, but the headlights blinded him and he couldn't. You, however, saw him. You saw him very well, for the first time in a long time you saw Eddie. The real one. "But I found it. This road is not one of the easiest, so it hurts my heart to tell you that this is the last Corroded Coffin concert this year. It will be a few months before we start working on the new album and hit the road again, and I hope that at least some of you have the boundless patience to welcome us back in time as warmly as you bid us farewell today." he chuckled, receiving thunderous applause anew. "But before we say a final goodbye for today we have a surprise for you."

Unfamiliar chords rang out from the speakers as everyone realized it was a new song, and people started jumping and shouting with excitement.

Cold ground as your deathbed The last thing you hear is scream Heart-wrecking cry of a little ship The little ship is begging Praying to the God above for a miracle You don't know which one But one of them have heard the prayer And you are breathing again

You are back but something is wrong You are back but something is missing Your hands are cold Your heart is colder

Then you meet her Like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds Her touch is soft Her voice is calm But her heart Her heart was forged in the abyss of hell In the fire hottest than the Sun She's got a hellfire heart

You can try to avoid it You can try to escape But when she touches you she leaves burning marks She will break your ribs She will pull the lungs out of your chest She will find a way to your heart And you will let her

Be careful you blind fool Because once you lose her You feel like death is taking you back Be careful you stupid creature Because once you stop appreciating what you've got You'll end up alone Without the littlest spark to keep you warm You will freeze to death in the middle of a fire

When you meet her Like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds Her touch is soft Her voice is calm But her heart Her heart was forged in the abyss of hell In the fire hottest than the Sun She's got a hellfire heart

After the concert officially ended, the whole group went backstage. Seeing the excitement of everyone except you, Eddie guessed that you didn't tell anyone about what happened between you. When he found the right moment he pulled you aside and locked the two of you in a fitting room. Without a word you stared at each other waiting for someone to finally make the first move. Despite his fear, he knew he had to be the one to make it.

"Thank you for coming." he said quietly taking a step closer to you, but you took that one step back. "I know I fucked everything up, I know that some stupid song won't change anything, I know you have the right to hate me. I've been a complete asshole, everything at its worst, I've treated you in a terrible way, and to tell you the truth I don't even deserve to have you standing here with me…" he once again tried to approach you. This time you did not move away. "I love you, I haven't stopped loving you and you need to know that. I know I didn't show it to you like I should have, I know you didn't feel it and you had the right to doubt it. I want you to know that I have changed. At least I'm trying to do that, I'm in therapy and it's said to be having an effect. Who would have thought, huh?"

"Your apology won't make me forget all this Eddie." you said.

"I know, and I don't expect you to forget. All I'm asking you for is a chance, to show that I've changed. I may never be able to get back the old Eddie you fell in love with, but I can assure you that the Eddie you hated is definitely not coming back. In front of you stands a brand new Eddie, hopefully better than the previous ones."

"I can forgive you, but that doesn't mean it will stop hurting." The tears in your eyes were breaking his heart. Old Eddie would have killed him for how much pain he caused you. "Even if I forgive you it doesn't mean I'll give us a second chance Eddie. I don't know if I'll be able to."

"I know, but I beg you to try to get to know me again. Maybe someday you'll be able to fall in love with me all over again." he grabbed your hand. Large and warm, in which you could easily hide your own. Whose touch used to be home to you.

"I forgive you." you whispered. Hearing those words, he couldn't stop the smile that pressed on his lips. That was enough. From that moment on, he knew he would do anything to fix the mistakes of the past.

"Can I hug you?" he asked shyly, and you only nodded your head. Holding you in his arms, he felt that his life was becoming complete again.

Your path was uncertain, you had no idea how it would end, and neither did he. However, the end was far away, and for now you had to focus on the beginning.

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tinykonig · 1 year

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John Price x reader headcannons

price’s turn and i am not holding back… reader is she/her pronouns. NSFW indicated in post!!!

this is the last of my intital headcannons series!! thanks for the support on all of them (königs has 700 notes like what the fuck)

Price is furiously loyal, and the second you join his team he takes you under his wing

Doesn’t let anyone give you any shit and pushes you hard to be the best you can be because he see so much potential in you

Always gives you tips and never makes you feel bad about making mistakes. He’s the first person you turn to for advice

You definitely have had a crush on him for the longest time because of how he treats you so well and you feel a little silly about it, after all he’s your captain and you think he sees you as an annoying little sister

He has noticed your crush, but doesn’t tease you. He sees how you always watch him when he’s around, and how you blush when he praises you in the field

Tells himself he is not going to cross that boundary, but he can’t deny that the knowledge of you liking him makes him feel on top of the world sometimes

Secretly he recognizes that he feels a little bit more than just friendly feelings towards you, and feels guilty about it because of the age gap and that fact that he is your superior

Until he sees you get injured during a mission, he doesn’t even know if its severe but the second he sees you go down he just blacks out and his only priority is saving you

Which is certainly out of character for him

You’re shot in a non-critical area. Hurts like a bitch but you’ll survive as long as you dont lose too much blood. He absolutely will not leave your side anyways

“Stay with me,” he murmured, dragging you to a safe area while everyone waits for evac

Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are all exchanging glances because they know something has changed but they don’t say a word

The days following you are drifting in and out of consciousness in the medbay, and he is always there when you wake up

You’re confused but it makes you feel kind of warm and light as well

Once you wake up in the dead of night because you feel like you are absolutely freezing and you look over to see him sleeping in the chair next to your bed

You try to reach over him to grab a blanket off the shelf over his head so you dont wake him, but the pain when you lift your arm causes you to let out a loud hiss

He wakes up and is like, “No, no love let me get it for you.”

Literally tucks you in and feels your head to make sure you don’t have a fever

When you ask him why he is here so late he just sits back down slowly and puts his face in his hands

“I think I love you, kid”

Shocked is an understatement and you try to ignore how loud your heart is pounding

“I think I love you, too, John,”

There is nooooo hiding this relationship. His eyes never wander very far from you and while he isn’t big on PDA sometimes the man cannot resist putting his arm around you

He hates anyone you hate. He is the ultimate shit talker and blindly takes your side in any argument

Gives you hand massages at the end of a long day

He is extremely lazy on his days off like it is near impossible to get this man off the couch and away from either the tv or a book

He likes just existing near you. A perfect day for him is cozied up with you, both reading your own books and drinking tea

He is one of the most organized and neat people you have ever met

Even his sock drawer is color coordinated

Buys you a toothbrush and toiletries for his place and is just like, “well you might as well just move in!” (smooth price)

Mornings waking up next to him are something to write poetry about. His voice is raspy and laced with sleep, he feels so rough and soft at the same time

Big on cuddles when sleeping. He runs so hot too you probably end up overheating but like, how could you say no to cuddles when he looks so cute?

Not afraid to pout to get his way

Makes you breakfast 90% of the time

Sends you voice memos on your phone instead of texting because he thinks its faster

Uses the 😄 emoji so excessively

Pats your head a lot?? Its endearing

Offers to drive you everywhere even if he doesn’t need to go with you

He really likes taking long drives with you. When he’s been having a hard time, it’s his favorite way to unwind and get his mind off of any bad thoughts

Fills up the ashtray in the car and just drives you to the most beautiful places

Loves trying new foods with you, and hes not picky at all this man loves flavor

When he holds your hand he runs his thumb back and forth over your hand. Its very soothing

Hums when he’s cooking. Throws in a whistle here and there

Dreams about marrying you all the time. When he does propose it’s going to be the most well thought out and beautiful experience

Very private, just you two. Takes you somewhere significant to you both and asks the question and you swear there are actual stars in his eyes

He’s just a guy full of love to give, alright

NSFW BELOW THIS POINT

He is. so. incredibly. passionate. Wants to feel every inch of you

Makes you say what you want before he gives it to you. “Gotta be specific, love. Just wanna give you exactly what you want.”

Obsessed with you on your knees, will put you in that position any chance he gets whether you be sucking him off in the shower or he has you on all fours taking you from behind

eye contact... he WILL grab your jaw and force you to look at him

He goes slack jaw when he cums

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dungeonpuppykai · 8 months

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OMG PROUD NO MORE IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE EVER READ PART 2 pls im on my knees

AHHHH! I am so glad you liked it! Since requests aren't open and I cannot do a drabble or oneshot rn, here's a little something I whipped up. Sorry if you had something specific in mind (you can always talk about it 🥴)

Note: This is a part 2-ish headcanon of my ABO oneshot Proud No More.

Warning(s): Dub-con, dark enhanced!Alpha Steve, Alpha!Reader, mean!Steve and dark stuff. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

After the events of part 1, Y/n remains curled in his legs on the floor after cleaning up and bringing everyone their drinks.

Steve is drinking his as he discusses the sport on the tv with the other Alphas.

She whimpers each time their eyes meet, him sitting on the couch with his legs spread, her snuggled up to them underneath him.

Her whole body is wrapped around his but he is not touching her at all.

His blue eyes are so cold to the puppy eyes she is looking at him with.

He knows it.

He can see it.

Smell it.

She wants it.

Needs him.

Inside.

So, so bad.

Y/n spends the remainder of the time peppering soft apologetic kisses to his knees, legs and thighs, hoping to earn some mercy.

Because Steve is the worst when it came to denying her where she needs him most.

Which is his go to punishment for her besides spanking.

She doesn't even care about the rest of the pack looking at her anymore.

Pleasing him so he would fuck her pussy numb is the only objective on her mind now.

But Steve doesn't falter.

The Alpha Supreme is a master of endurance.

She's so desperate by the time they finally leave the packhouse and walk towards his vintage Camaro.

Her eyes are glossy and lips only slightly pouty (because Steve doesn't tolerate brats and she's trying her best to not piss him off more than she already has) when he orders her to go over to get inside with a brief nod towards the vehicle.

She whines just a little, trying to move his hand (that she's desperately holding tight between both of hers) towards her aching core.

Yes, she forgets all rationality when she's needy.

What is remaining of her bottoms is covered in a wet mess of her slick and his cum.

But one sharp look from Steve has her scurrying away to the backseat, not wanting another punishment.

Whenever Y/n acts out, she loses the passenger Princess privilege.

Because Alpha doesn't like to look at sorry misbehaving puppies.

So she's sniffling and hiccupping as she moves to the back of the car before settling her very sore ass on the seat.

Her head lowers itself as her cheeks burn in humiliation.

He has a way of making her feel so small and pathetic.

Her form feels so tiny against the leather seat right now.

As if she's nothing but a small kicked puppy.

Fuck.

She can not decide if it's the inferior Alpha in her or if she actually feels sorry.

But all her senses are wrenching with regret.

The stunt was completely unnecessary and not worth it at all.

She's quiet and ashamed behind him, pulling her best sorry puppy expression.

The Superior Alpha starts the car and drives it off the porch onto the main road.

It is after a few minutes that her whimpers start to get louder to try and attract his attention.

Needy eyes shoot pleading glances up at the blonde man, knowing that he can feel them through the bond.

Steve continues to ignore her, still irritated by the antic she pulled in the packhouse.

It will take her days of worship and cocksucking to make him happy again.

It always does.

He is very hard to please.

Until then, the Supreme Alpha will, no doubt, be even stricter than usual.

Calling her out on the smallest of slip ups, punishing her for even breathing the wrong way, denying her as much physical touch as possible (she doesn't like to admit it but the puppy in her is always making her pathetically cuddle into one of his limbs).

The cruelest cold shoulder.

It has happened before.

And only Y/n is to blame for it happening again.

Yes, no matter what Steve does to her, she always dry orgasms.

It is just the effect he has on her.

But nothing compares to his touch down there.

Nothing, no orgasm, ever satisfies her more than the one his cock fucks out of her.

And until she can have one of those, she can neither think nor function right.

On days when she has to face denial as a consequence of her own actions, his dick is all she can think about.

Even if she refuses to admit it.

That is where the punishment aspect comes in.

Steve knows how hopeless her body is for his touch.

24/7.

She can lie to herself all she wants.

But Y/n cannot change the effect the bond has on her.

And that's exactly why he uses her everywhere but in her pussy following an episode of her acting out.

The begging, sobbing, kneeling, writhing, hissing, worshipping and trembling for his mercy strokes his ego in the best way.

Nothing makes him harder than all the promises she desperately makes.

All the ungodly things he makes her say.

Because she gets so cock starved during these punishments that she is always willing to do whatever he wants in the end.

Anything at all.

Just so he would fuck her like the puppy that she is.

Fuck her until she has basically lost consciousness.

Only to make her thank him once she comes back up.

Every time.

How her pride gradually breaks down.

Peeling away from her stiff form like the clothes that he makes her strip out of.

There is no better sight or feeling.

To him, that state looks the best on her.

She's so fragile and vulnerable for him then.

It is perfect.

She is perfect.

When she is proud no more.

Compliant and respectful on her knees.

Stroking his ego and kissing his feet.

Steve smirks to himself as he turns a corner, refusing to look at the crying mess of drool and cum hanging by his seat.

He has turned a deaf ear to her pleads.

But his monstrous knot is so worked up by how she's doing her best to remain as silent as possible because she is not allowed to be loud especially when interacting with her Alpha.

Yet, every part of her body is aching for him (he can feel it through their bond) so bad that she cannot stop the begging even if she wants to.

It is impossible for her to sit silently (as is expected of her).

Thus piling more and more punishment for herself.

Steve is not complaining though.

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