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ten-shi-fandoms · 1 year

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Painting buddies

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CW: Wally Darling x Artist Reader, gender neutral reader, reader and Wally have a pre established relationship (friendship with mutual crushing), minorly romantic, kissing (only on the hand and cheek) first person pov, just tooth rotting fluff

Short like Wally's legs （‐＾▽＾‐）

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Everything was perfect, if you could you would stay like this forever.

The sun high in the sky just slightly hidden by clouds. The birds chirping making soft sounds and songs. The wind blewing through your (h/c) hair and across your face. The soft grass that you sat on mildly damp from morning dew. Even the paint that so easily glided across the canvas you painted on as you sat behind your house in the woods not to far away was perfect.

It was easy to escape like this. No matter how much you loved the others sometimes they were a bit too much. They were loud, bright souls whom you loved deeply but sometimes the quiet just felt better. The others often tried their best to accommodate to you by trying their hardness not to be too loud or do too much and it always made you so happy. Though you needed some quiet and space which was why you sat out to paint. You had always loved painting, it helped calm you down and relax. The pretty colors, the ideas that filled your head, even the snell of paint all relaxed you, this time was no different. A small smile graced your lips as you heard the soft sound of the grass behind you start to move.

"How kind of you to join me." you called out to the figure behind you who was holding his easle along with a few brushes and canvas in his small arms obviously having a bit of difficulty but saying nothing about it. "I thought you might like some company, after all painting with someone else can offer new inspiration." Wally's soft voice rang through your ears as he made his way to you, sitting his things beside yours and getting his stuff organized. You noticed he brought no paints most likely opting to use yours instead which you didn't mind, you two had shared a paint pallette more than once so this made little difference. A small giggle left you at his statement your hand never once moving from the painting you started. "I guess so." with that there was comfortable silence aside from Wally settling in and the occasional movement of dipping paint brushes in paints or moving into better positions.

After a while Wally begun to hum, the sound easily cutting the silence filling it with a gentle sound. You recognized the song as one called "Beautiful Dreamer" a song Barnaby had taught you both albeit only the first verse. (E/c) eyes travelled from painting over to Wally who held a relaxed smile while he dragged his brush elegantly along his canvas. Turning your attention back to your own piece of art you begun to hum along with him, the sound of each of you humming mixing to make a gentle melody that laced the air around the two of you.

It seemed as if time moved slower when you were with Wally. The silence wasn't awkward or weird, it was comforting. The silence occasionally being cut with hums, small talk, and the occasional joke. It was nice, the entire atmosphere felt light and it made you happy knowing you had someone to share such a relaxing moment with. Soon enough the sun was beginning to set, the amber light from the sun glazing everything in a beautiful color. Luckly you were already finished with your painting and by the way Wally placed his brush aside it seemed he was finished aswell.

"How about we show each other what we painted on the count of three?" your suggested when you noticed Wally playing with the edge of his canvas as if he didn't wish to show his alone. With a curt nod you started to count. The moment you hit three you both turned your painting around to the other. Your painting contained (favorite thing) in (your art style). The contents of the painting making Wally smile. He had a feeling you would paint that, it was just like you too do something like that. As relaxed eyes stared at your painting, (e/c) eyes stared at the painting in front of you.

The painting had Home in the center with some of your friends but the thing that took you a bit by surprise was the main focus of the piece. Aside from that the base of the painting which was bright and colorful, your eyes were immediately drawn to the dark colors that laced the piece. There were black and red spirals along the piece, it was like Wally didn't like what he had painted and decided to change it last minute. You could feel Wally's eyes on you obviously excepting a comment on the painting he created. Closing your eyes you smiled warmly, a sight that made Wally's eyes widen and dilate.

"I think it's really cool!" you said, your voice happy and truthful making Wally's heart melt at the sweetness in the tone. Opening your eyes you saw Wally's wide eyed stare, the sight a bit creepy but ultimately looking rather cat like to you. Before you could speak Wally grabbed your hand placing a gentle kiss against the back of it then one against your cheek. As you stared at him shocked, confused and flustered he smiled at you with the same warmth you smiled at him with, causing warmth to spread across your cheeks and nose. "I'm glad you like it." his voice was warm, and soothing almost like it was coated in honey. "It's getting late, let's go back to Home and get some rest." he offered, his hand squeezing your firmly as you nodded happy to go along with him.

"That's fine by me." with a few more soft words exchanged you both gathering your things, you even grabbed some of Wally's stuff to help him out despite his protest. You both walked side by side, chatting away about what you should do once you got to Home. You were so caught up in the conversation that you missed the sets of eyes that followed you both as you made your way out of the woods, however Wally didn't but he said nothing deciding it was best to let the others have their moment while you both had yours. After all he could just confront Barnaby about it later.

Bonus:

"I knew it! See I told you Frank, Wally and (Y/N) are in love!" Julie's voice rang through the now empty woods. The male in question sighing, his hand covering his face as his bright eyed friend gushed about seeing how Wally treated you. "Julie it wasn't that hard to figure out. I mean really, do you see the way Wally looks at them?" Frank responded straightforwardly. It wasn't hard for anyone to see how Wally favorited you over the rest so it was easy to tell that their short friend might had been developing a crush on you.

"Calm down Frank, atleast now we know the feeling is mutual between them two." Barnaby butted in placing a hand on Frank's shoulder as he thought back to the sweet conversations you and Wally had shared. Eddie nodded along to Barnaby's words, his own hand reaching and cupping Frank's. "I agree with Barnaby, its good to know." Frank couldn't help but sigh and relax a bit as he looked at the path you and Wally took to leave the woods. A small smile pushed it's way onto his face no matter how hard he tried to hide it. "I guess your right." his voice low as he spoke, in a way he was happy for you more than anyone else. He understood your struggles when it came to noise and how energetic and outgoing everyone else was so seeing you enjoying yourself in your natural state made him happy even if it was with Wally of all people. "I guess your right."

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shxnhes · 2 years

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── 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅. ೃ꙳⊹

﹟tighnari : yae miko: gorou : x gn!reader : mildly suggestive, no tws/cws. tail brushing, ear touching, and cuddling are all perks that come with dating your lover! established relationship. not proof-read.

TIGHNARI ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “how can you be so fluffy?” you hum, fingers running through the soft fur of Tighnari’s tail, occasionally drawing small circles as you remove your face from smushing into it. turning around and wrapping your arms around him, he watches you with a little laugh escaping his lips. “you say that every time you do this,” he replied, hugging your waist and bringing you in closer, enjoying the warmth of your body. “and i’ll keep saying it until it’s no longer a mystery.” you joked, hands moving on their own and already feeling up his ears, a small whimper from your lover from their sensitivity. he gave you an inch once and you took that mile and never once looked back. hands moving up and down and rubbing you press chaste kisses to them as his mouth is involuntary left agape. taking advantage of his current state, you tilt your head and kiss him as his nails dig into your skin.

YAE MIKO ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “say ah,” you teased your girlfriend who’s head was on your lap as you squish her cheeks between your fingers, the other hand hovering a pair of chopsticks and fried tofu between. Yae had always been the teaser in your relationship, this was an extremely rare occurrence you were going to savor. as you lower your chopsticks into her mouth, she gave you a little glare as she ate, your fingers moving to her ears and giving them soft and gentle rubs. “you’re so adorable, can i have this reward more often?” you cooed as tints of red adorned her cheeks, scoffing in response as she shut her eyes, “only this once.” laughing, you knew that despite her words she was thoroughly enjoying being pampered for once, judging by the way even her tails had curled around you. embracing the softness, you replace the next piece of tofu with your lips and a kiss, one hand fluffing her tail and the other her ears.

GOROU ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ whimpering sounds escaped your lover’s lips as you pressed kisses to his ears, wrapping up rubbing them. “i’m going to be the luckiest person here.” you teased as Gorou’s face was flushed, trying to retort to no avail as your hands already found the brush. out of reflex he whimpered again as your hands played with his tail, giving it a quick and gentle massage before brushing the wagging tail. “no matter what you say, you love this, don’t you?” you laugh, as he glanced at you, a little growl as he tried to seem tough while turning around and grabbing your wrists. closing your eyes, you tilt your head as he kissed you, your turn to let a trail of whimpers out as you struggled to breathe, parting briefly with a thick string of saliva attaching the two of you before going back at it again, the first of many that night.

© shxnhes ೃ꙳⊹── i enjoy character designs with extra fluff, they’re just so nice. after listening to Tighnari’s voicelines regarding his ears, a part of me got inspired. maybe a part two with non-humans, like squishing Itto’s cheeks? or playing with baron bunny and guoba?

#tighnari x reader #yae miko x reader #gorou x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin tighnari x reader #genshin yae miko x reader #genshin gorou x reader #genshin tighnari #genshin yae miko #genshin gorou #✧ೃ꙳⊹── 𝐒𝐇𝐗𝐍𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒. ‼︎

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rustboxstarr · 11 months

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♥︎ This is 46 ♥︎

Being married and having kids isn't always as amazing as it sounds, making time for each together can prove to be quite fucking difficult but finally you get a chance.

Pairings: Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom! plus size reader

CW: Smut, P in V, Creampie, swearing, protected sex (contraseptives but not mentioned) be safe bro, smexy photos, illusions to masturbating at work, distance within relationship. R & Eddie have two daughters, mechanic! Eddie

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: Look who managed to get off their ass and write a fic (Only took fucking forever) hope ya'll like it. If you have any issues using my links the newer works will be under the tag #starrwrites and #starrthinks 🥰 would you like more adult, domestic, married and parents reader & Eddie? tell me :)

Love yas!

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The morning sun mildly filtered through the curtains, shedding light in the room, it was harmonious, peaceful, calm.. until your husband's alarm rang out on the loudest volume signaling 7 am. You groaned as you awkwardly woke from your medicated sleep. Hair in a mess, residue of makeup from the day before and a drooping boob on full show from constantly turning in the middle of the night in your slip dress nightgown. You rubbed your eyes angrily and sloppily as you noticed the alarm was still ringing. Turning your head to the side you saw Eddie fast asleep, completely undisturbed. You lay a palm on his shoulder, nudging his body in an attempt to wake him. Unsuccessful. You nudged him harder this time. “Eddie” you spoke, trying to wake him.

Eddie stirred in his sleep as his eyes slowly opened. “Hmm?” he hummed in question, he let out a loud groan as he turned and switched his alarm off. He rolled back around to face you as you were adjusting your nightgown. Eddie grinned “Sexy” he commented with a pump of his eyebrows. “Shut up” you joked as you once again rolled your eyes and took a sip of water from the glass on your bedside table. “C’mere” Eddie held his hand out signaling for you to snuggle up to him. You lay back down, adjusting yourself on your side as Eddie wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. “Good morning” you greeted with a yawn, “Missed you last night” he hummed. “Yeah sorry, late night but atleast I get to go in at ten today” you said groggily.

“Oh so you have some time then?” he smirked into your cheek. “Yeah.. why?” you asked, slightly suggestive, knowing where he was heading. In response, Eddie forced his hips along the mattress pressing up against you to make you aware of his stiff morning wood. “Oh well good morning to you too” you giggled. “Corny, really corny Y/L/N” he chuckled. “Hey, it's Munson remember” you grinned.

“Well Mrs Munson, how would you feel about getting dicked down by Mr Munson before he heads off to work?” Eddie forced his hips against your ass again. “Corny, really corny Munson” you quoted back to him. A hand slunk back from its soft hold on Eddie's arm to pull at the hem of his boxers, signaling for him to take them off.

“Exited are we?” he joked. “Hey you're the one with the hard on” you smirked as you could feel your husband rustling around behind you and then his bare cock pressing hard against the cheeks of your ass. Eddie's hand traveled down from your hips to hover by your mound. “Ooh no undies I see, naughty girl” he growled in your ear, earning a giggle from you. “Gross, don’t call me that this isnt some trashy porno you hide in your browser history” his head popped up beside you, as you craned your neck you saw his confused expression, eyebrows pulled together. “How do you know about those?”

“Well first of all I’m not an idiot, second” you whispered in a raspy dramatic voice “I know everything”

His hand slank to your thigh, tapping it for you to spread your legs, he then found his cock, leading it to your cunt, now on display from your parted legs. He forced his cock past your folds and straight to the goal, having no problem thanks to the slick that had gathered during the night. Your mouth may be dry from the propavan but your cunt surely wasn't. He groaned in your ear as he felt a powerful relief. Once he bottomed out his hand circled round your thigh and found your clit. As you let out a gasp from the sensation your leg dropped back down to a more comfortable position.

“Fuck” Eddie breathed as he began slowly forcing his hips back and forth in a sensual pace. Matching his slow circles pressing into your clit. Your arm which previously waited patiently for Eddie wrapped around his neck and shoulders to slither into his bedhead of curls behind you. Eddie hummed at the sensation as he closed his eyes, focusing on forcing his hips back and forth. “God I missed this” you sighed as your own mess of hair rested against Eddie's forehead. “Me too” Eddie groaned as he quickened his pace. A slight moan escaped your lips as you arched your back, forcing your hips closer to his.

“MOM!” a shout from downstairs made you jump in surprise. Eddie groaned in frustration. “MOM! Roxy ate the last poptart!” you could tell Ophelia, your eldest, was getting frustrated with her younger sister Roxette, she had a habit of screeching when her emotions were in overdrive and you were not about to handle a panic attack over poptarts at 7 in the morning.

Eddie's hips stilled at the interruption, you groaned as you heard the 13 and 16 year old start to bicker in the kitchen. A shout of “MOM she's pulling my hair!!” from Ophelia had you groaning in annoyance and hurriedly get away from Eddie behind you. Stumbling as you got to the floor and pulled your nightgown up to hide your boobs. “I'm coming!” you shouted as you hurried out of the room to break up the fight.

Eddie groaned in his spot on the bed and rolled over on his back. He adjusted himself to sit back in his boxers as he threw his head back against the pillows with a “FUCK!”

It had been a while since the two of you had been intimate, with two teenage kids who had their own issues and two full time jobs, finding time for each other was difficult, you had to treasure every moment you could spare.

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Your next opportunity to be close to Eddie came a few days later:

“Alright, better get up, I need a shower” you explained as you groggily lifted the bedsheets and padded across the floor to the bathroom. “Hey, maybe I can join you?” Eddie asked slightly hopeful, he had ten minutes before he had to rush and leave for work, you were dropping the kids off today but not for another 40 minutes.

“Ooh” you hummed as you turned the doorknob. “That sounds nice” you smiled as you walked through the door. Once you made it past the threshold Eddie hurled himself out of the bed, stumbling over his work clothes on the floor and almost falling over. Stumbling into the bathroom he groaned as he saw your naked form in the bathroom littered with plants.

“Fuck, you are so sexy” he hummed as he slid in behind you, pushing his hard cock against your ass, already awake with the excitement of a quickie in the shower. You hummed, pleased as you craned your neck to the side to let Eddie kiss at the soft skin.

“Ok, come on I only have-” He checked the time on his watch “- 9 minutes before I have to leave” you giggled as he slapped your ass, gesturing you into the shower. You hurried in kicking your nightie along with your panties out of the direct firing range of splashing water, stepping into the shower and being quick to skip backwards away from the cold rush of water. You felt Eddie’s warm hands wrap around your waist as he walked you to the water.

“Ok hurry big guy, you need to go soon” you reminded him. “Yes boss” he placed his hand on your shoulder, pushing on it slightly, guiding you to bend over and place your hands on the wall. “Get ready for the best fuck you’ve had in a while” Eddie joked, earning an eyeroll and a chuckle from you as you felt his tip push against your fold. “Fuuuuck” Eddie groaned as he slid in your wet cunt. A loud groan slipped from his lips as he bottomed out, “Eddie, shh the kids are downstairs”. He began thrusting slowly, hands gripping onto the fat of your hips as his head relaxed on his shoulders and rolled back. You hummed in pleasure at the slow pace as you loosened your body, letting go of a tense buildup in your muscles.

“Wish we could do this more often” Eddie groaned as he began thrusting faster. You closed your eyes in pleasure at the feeling of him finally being inside you, sweet relief. With each thrust Eddie picked up the pace, rushing to find mostly his own release but also yours before the clock rang time to go loser. In a deep focus he hunched back over your frame, watching as you bobbed back and forth against the wall with the force of his hips.

“Shit, 6 minutes” he complained as he began drilling faster. “Fuck fuck fuck I’m-” he began in a loud whisper, he jumped out of fright when he heard a knock at the door, he turned his head expectantly. “Dad! Your phones ringing!” Roxette shouted through the door. Eddie sighed annoyed as his head fell back on his shoulder, this time not out of pleasure.

“I’m coming!” he pulled out of you as you straightened up and turned to face him. “I’m so sorry” he whispered as his hands found their rightful place on your hips. “It's ok” you whispered as your ringed hand caressed the side of his face, stubble coming in despite his shaving two days prior. Just as he was about to kiss you “Dad!”

“I’m coming! I'm coming!” he shouted again, this time more annoyance laced his voice. A quick peck on the lips before he rushed out to wrap a towel around his waist. “Ah I’d love to hear that sentence under different circumstances” you teased as you returned back to your shower. Eddie grimaced annoyed and sheepish, because he too would like to be saying that sentence under different circumstances.

You didn't bother getting out to lock the door when Eddie left but you heard Roxy on the other side of the door “Did you just shower with mom?” you could hear the grossed out expression in her face as she spoke. “No, shut up” Eddie said at the confrontation, you grinned to yourself. “Heyyy Zander! What can I do for you?” His voice faded as he spoke to his coworker and hurriedly dressed himself with the phone on speaker.

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Days passed and you had hardly seen Eddie, both on different work schedules and you on the line for a promotion had been staying late at the office. Yet somehow the two of you had managed to drop the kids off and pick them up from school and have at least one parent cook and eat dinner with them. By the time you came home at night everybody would be tucked into their beds, well almost everyone, 11 pm Roxy was asleep when you checked on her but Ophelia was still wide awake scrolling her phone in bed.

“Hi love” you smiled as you creeped into her room. Sleep Token playing on her google nest in a low volume while she read, she had told you she was reading independent amateur writing about fictional characters on some app you couldn't remember but you knew that scene slightly, pretty sure she wasn't reading wholesome stories about Hogwarts and Harry Potter.

“Hi” she answered back as she sat up, putting her phone down.

You talked to Ophi for a few minutes before heading to the bathroom with a “Goodnight, go to sleep soon” As you entered your bedroom you found that Eddie was in fact fast asleep, each time you came home the past week to find everyone asleep your heart broke a little at the fact that you couldn't be around them much, but soon that would be over and you would all be more comfortable with the flood of income. A promise of a trip somewhere had helped soothe Roxy when she wondered why you were never around much.

Quietly you got changed and headed for the bathroom and got ready for bed. You slipped under the covers and relaxed on your side, back facing Eddie ready to sleep the day away and then suddenly a glimmer of hope. Eddie stirred in his sleep and rolled over to face your body. He groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him, but within a second he was fast asleep again.

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By now enough was enough, you missed Eddie and he missed you. You couldn't be intimate other than kissing a little and hugging a little too long when no eyes were watching but you could at least have a little fun with him.

Princess Y/N 💕: Don't open the picture around people

It was 1.30 in the afternoon and you'd finally gotten a second of peace to yourself, so you decided to spend it in the bathroom.

Princess Y/N 💕: *Image*

A photo of you in your employee bathroom at work, multiple blouse buttons discarded as you stood against the mirror with your phone up, taking a picture of the reflection of you leaning forward, tits covered by a deep blood red bra, his favorite, prominent cleavage from your large figure which had blessed you with a large set of tits which Eddie adored. One hand cupping your breast, the other on your phone, half your face in the picture.

As you button up your blouse again your phone dinged;

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: Holy fucking shit

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: You have time for a quick call???? im in the bathroom at work

Princess Y/N 💕: Sorry baby, i have a meeting in 5 and i have to get ready

Princess Y/N 💕: But enjoy the photo, love you, see you tonight

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: 😭😭😭

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: Love you too, so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Princess Y/N 💕: I’ll be home at 7 btw (yay), Ophi’s out but Roxy's home, we’ll have a nice dinner

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: 🍕🍔➡️🍆💦💦💦

Princess Y/N 💕: Ur 46 u shouldnt be using those emojis

Stupid guy 🎶♥︎🎤: U sayin im old???????

Princess Y/N 💕: Yup, byeee

Finally the clock struck 7 pm and you were home free. Eddie was already stood in the kitchen cooking dinner. “Ooh smells nice” you hummed as you entered the kitchen “Yup, mushroom risotto” he grinned and you, leaning down for a kiss, just as your lips met you backed off “Babe, Roxy doesn't like mushrooms” you told him with a sigh.

“I know” he grinned again, a devious little display on his lips, only earning a frown from you “Is she not here?” you asked confused as you gave him a quick peck on the lips before bending down to slip your heels off “Nope, shipped her off to switzerland” you cocked your head with an unamused look on your face. Eddie chuckled “She is actually staying the night at Missys, told her she could since it's friday” he couldn't help the excitement on his face. “Wait so we're alone? Till the other one comes home?” your eyes went wide at the fact that you finally had the house all to yourselves, with both of you in it!

“Nope”

You frowned “Were alone aaaaaaall night. Little miss teenage rebel is staying with her boyfriend tonight” you backed off once again slightly “Ooh don't like that” you told him as you placed your hands behind your back stretching. “Yeah me neither, but I told her the rules, and even if she breaks them, which, she will, it won't be anything worse than what we did at her age. And if her staying the night at Matt’s is what gets her out of the house so we can have some time for ourselves is what it takes then so be it.”

“I love you” you smiled as you gave him a deep kiss “I'm just going to change into something more comfortable, I’ll be right back” you told him as you scurried off up the stairs.

First time finally getting to be with your husband undisturbed in two months, this was a big deal. You estimated Eddie would be done in about a half hour which gave you plenty of time. You hopped into the shower first, tying your hair up so it wasn't wet when you went back down for dinner you began. You showered your whole body and scrubbed it clean with various heavily scented soaps. It was too short notice to shave your mound and expect it not to be red and irritated but you could at least trim it, you felt awkward using your hair scissors down there but at least when Eddie was around to see you you wouldn't be sporting a hairy jungle. You shaved your legs, your arms and even the small hairs gathering on your big toe, that felt extremely weird but you were excited and wanted to look and feel your best when you finally had sex with Eddie. Once you got out you smothered your body in lotion, strawberry scented just to ensure that your legs and arms were as smooth as possible.

When you finally set foot at the top of the stairs you were clean, shaven, fresh wearing a matching black and dark purple set of sexy underwear from the really expensive part of Twilfit concealed under a pair of leggings and a baggy t-shirt. The second you stepped into the kitchen Eddie's arms were wrapped around you, a kiss landed on your forehead “mm you smell nice, did you shower?” “Yeah just quickly, wash the day off” you reasoned, getting a hum in response. “Well sit down, because you are getting the princess treatment tonight” he grinned as he guided you to the table. “I prefer queen thank you very much” you flicked your hair goofily earning a chuckle from Eddie. “Whatever you say baby”

Dinner was heavenly, Eddie had outdone himself, and had clearly cooked to impress. By the time the last spoonful was gone you felt happy and content, sipping the last of your red wine in the crystal glass, a wedding present, part of a set of six. Just as Eddie was about to rise from his comfortable position across from you you halted him “I’ll clean up” you smiled. All Eddie could do was watch as you began loading the bottom rack of the dishwasher, sinking back into the dining chair and spreading his legs while you bent down.

In Eddie's mind it was obvious you were finally going to have sex, just as soon as you loaded the dishwasher, it didn't cross his mind that foreplay was probably something that would be appreciated by you or any kind of affection beforehand so he just went for it. When you finished loading the dishwasher you straightened up to clean up the mess that was left from cooking, that's when Eddie decided to saunter over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and nestling his cheek against your hair. “What do you say we move this to the bedroom?” you felt him force his hips against your ass, revealing his hard on that had worked up from watching you clean up. He grinned as you turned your head to peer up at him. “Oh I thought we could cuddle up and watch a movie on the couch, I'm kind of tired” you lied, nothing in your facial expression hinted towards you joking and Eddie's face fell. “Really?” he asked incredulously “What?” you turned in his arms to face him, his body cradling you against the kitchen counter. “We haven't had sex in like two months, we finally get the house to ourselves and you want to cuddle?” he raised his eyebrows, miffed but also slightly annoyed. “Is that all you think about? Sex?” you huffed at him, still playing your face neutral.

“Well no” he averted his gaze from you as he delivered those words, in reality all he had thought about since he realized both girls were out for the night was finally getting you to himself, in bed, with no interruptions. His eyes met yours again “But we haven't, you know been with each other for like ages, and you sent me that photo today!” he realized as an argument. “So? Sexy photos doesnt mean you can just fuck me whenever you want” you couldn’t help the slight tug of your lips, cursing yourself for it. Eddie noticed it right away, wheels spinning in is head till he came to the conclusion that you were fucking with him. “Oh really?” he grinned. “Nope, takes two to tango” you grinned at the lame wording. “Oh so I can't just bend you over right here and have my way with you?” his hands retracted from their laced position behind your back to slither to your hips and grab a firm handful of the fat covering them. “Nope” you repeated. “Wanna bet?” “I hardly think you have the balls to actually do that, seeing as you're an old man and were not 20 anymore” you smiled.

He smirked mischievously at you and was quick to indeed flip you around against the counter, force your hips against the edge and push your shoulders down to the cold marble. “I may be old as you call it” he slipped his hands under your shirt to find the hem of the black leggins and slip his fingers under the fabric, drawing his hands to your sides “But I would like to think I haven’t lost my spark yet” he ripped the fabric down your thighs harshly. Backing off slightly to allow him access to draw a finger against the purple fabric concealing your pussy. His touch was feather light as we guided his pointer finger along the slit of your chubby skin. You hummed at the feeling and retorted “I don't” adjusting yourself to support yourself on your forearms and arch your back slightly. At that he went through the same procedure with your underwear as he did your legging, he ripped them down to find your core.

Knowing what was to come you spread your legs as wide as the fabric gathered around your mid thigh would allow you, revealing your cunt to him finally. A low groan from the back of his throat echoed through the walls of the kitchen. He once again brought his pointer finger up to you to slip it in only one knuckle deep. “Talk a lot to be so wet” he pushed his finger in further “How do you know its not discharge?” you grinned “Discharge doesn't stain your underwear baby” another knuckle, his finger now fully drawn in by your wet walls. His harsh demeanor of wording dropped as he breathed a simply “I've missed this”

Your heart squeezed “Me too” you whispered. “Good” the harsh exterior was up again and on guard. You heard Eddie unbuckle his belt and zip the fly down. As much as you wanted to have slow passionate sex and reconnect to each other's touch starved bodies, doing it this way was best for the both of you. There was a requirement for an outlet, and if riling Eddie up was the way to it, you would happily oblige, loving sex would come later but for now rough and loaded sex was perfect.

His hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he took a step closer to you, your round figure covering what he desired he went in blind, eyes fixed on the slope of your hips he grasped onto your left and nudged himself blindly against you. He found what he was looking for quickly and pushed himself inside. His tip rested around hot flesh as his head lolled back on his shoulders, “Fuuuuck” he groaned as he forced his hips slowly to be flush against the fat of your ass, you let out a low deep moan at the action and expected him to start thrusting almost instantly, when he didn't you opened your mouth and was about to tell him move goddammit when he finally forced himself to retract his hips only to slam them back against you. He did it so quickly and with such force that you couldn't help the loud almost pornographic moan that ripped itself from your chest.

He let out a loud groan and within seconds was at a relatively fast pace drawing his hips from you and thrusting them back in. Both his hands grasped hard at your hips, pushing and pulling you against him, making you rock back and forth against the countertop. He held onto you so hard it was almost painful but you couldn't focus on that when the head of his cock began hitting you at the sweet spot that if he hit too hard or too long would eventually leave you crying and not from pleasure. It wasn't often Eddie could hit that spot, not when you were lying down, only with your back to him or sat on top of him and everytime it was a gamble, being on top of him would most definitely make it painful but when he was thrusting into you from behind you could properly feel that distinguished pleasure.

Loud moans and groans were heard from the picture perfect cute little kitchen in an equally cute and little house, a great contrast from what was actually going on. Eddie was cursing as he worked his body as hard as he could while you breathed and moaned strings of fucking christ, feels so good fuck, and yeah right there, fuck right there.

“Shit baby, I-I wont last long” Eddie heaved from behind you, willing himself to hold back but he couldnt when he hadnt touched you or fucked you like this for ages, it was all too much. “It's ok-” you broke off with a moan as Eddie hit one very harsh and angry thrust. With only Eddies cock you wouldn’t cum anyway, you needed some other form of stimulation or at least for a longer time in order to reach your high, and even then it was only a mild wave that you barely even noticed that came. Eddie knew this, and always made sure to make you cum in one way or another, on occasions he could hold out till that small wave hit but this time he was just sorry that he couldn't make it last even a little longer for it to actually be enjoyable for you.

As Eddie began thrusting faster, the previous pleasure of just being in the moment, having sex with Eddie turned to something else. You felt it, that tingle in your core, as if something other than your walls was squeezing at your pussy. You could only assume it was because of Eddie's rough pace and the fact that you hadn't had this pleasure in forever. “Shit” you breathed in suprise “Fuck, fuck, Eddie I’m gonna cum” you moaned . “Shit really?” he breathed “Yes, Yes! just- just keep going!” that second yes was nowhere near an answer to Eddie but a loud praise at the fact that you were about to cum and only within about a minute of Eddie slipping inside you. “Fuck, fuck ok” Eddie shut his eyes tightly, willing his body to hold out just a little while longer.

That tingle gained power within seconds, spreading from your core to your hips, stomach and thigh which were forcing themselves to close. “Fuck” you let out an extremely loud moan which would no doubt be heard my Ms.Driscol had she been out in her garden at that moment. “Fuck Eddie I’m coming. Ahh I’m coming!” you practically screamed. Another scream and that tingle exploded within you, shards flowing throughout your body as if to say I'm done now, you can relax. The effects of the explosion lasted for a few seconds before the message had been received and your limbs gave up on you. As you breathed heavily Eddie released a mix of happy excited laughs at his accomplishment and groans of pleasure. He let out a particularly loud one when you felt his hips force as close to you as space would allow and his back arch in a strain as heavy loads of cum spilled within your walls.

Finally you collapsed, had your upper body not been splayed on the counter you would have crumpled to the floor. Eddie breathed heavily as he bent over laying his head on your shoulder blade.

After what felt like a long time Eddie huffed a laugh “fuck, that was good”, you chuckled “you think so? I felt it was mediocre at best” “Oh shut up” his weak hand squeezed once again at your hip making you giggle again. “Now can we watch a movie and cuddle?” you smiled. “Sorry baby I wish but I have plans on counting orgasms tonight”

“That, was a horrible joke”

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson has adhd #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson headcons #Eddie Munson plus size reader #Eddie Munson x plus size reader #Eddie Munson x reader #modern Eddie #modern Eddie Munson #modern Eddie Munson headcons #modern Eddie headcons #headcanon #headcon #StarrWrites #StarrThinks

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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months

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she runs a tight ship

rated t | for @strangerthingsocweek day 1 "introduction" | 1,573 words cw: mentions of illness (just a cold), mildly suggestive language | tags: future fic, corroded coffin, original character, robin gets to have a girlfriend because i said so

author note: a lot of meg's original backstory also revolves around OCs that other people have created, so I've doctored it up a bit to fit in without pulling the other OCs into the mix.

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Meg rolled her eyes the moment she walked onto the tour bus.

The boys, and they were in fact boys since they refused to act like grown men, had left clothes scattered across the floor and couch, empty beer bottles and bags of chips on the table, and a pack of cigarettes on the counter.

Unbelievable.

But actually, totally believable.

They weren’t always like this. It’s just that the first night of the tour was always a celebration when they got off stage and Meg had the unfortunate task of making sure they were alive and prepared for the rest of the tour.

She wasn’t their manager, or security, or really anyone of importance in the grand scheme of things. All of those people were just not good at the job, and she took over quickly to ensure the members of Corroded Coffin didn’t end up ruining their careers before they even got started.

“If I see a single ass cheek when I come back there, I’m quitting!” She yelled towards the back of the bus. It was an empty threat, and they knew it, but she’d seen enough ass cheeks to last a lifetime.

She leaned over to pick up the pile of pants and pair of boots right in front of the door, face crumpling into disgust as she caught a whiff of sweat and weed.

“Meg, good to see ya!” Gareth said as he came from behind the curtain leading to the bunks. “Are we in Cinci already?”

“Yep.” She popped her mouth and continued picking things up off the floor. “Soundcheck in two hours. You guys have to at least try to get your shit together for it.”

“We will! You doin’ okay?” Gareth started gathering the trash on the table, throwing it all in the trash can without even seeing what was full and empty.

“Yeah. Good show last night. Didn’t think you’d do the new one on your first night,” Meg admitted. She’d worked on the song with them for weeks in the studio, curating it exactly to their tastes while still staying true to her own style. She didn’t think it would make the setlist at all, especially since they hadn’t even decided if it would make the next album yet, but sure enough, they performed it last night.

And they’d given credit to their “amazing songwriter friend who made sure they didn’t die or forget to eat.”

She would never admit to the tears that fell when she watched them perform their song.

“Ed and Robin agreed it should be a surprise. I think they both just wanted to see you cry,” Gareth nudged her on his way over to grab the guitar on the couch to put it into its case. “Steve told them not to.”

“This is why Steve’s my favorite,” she joked. Well, half-joked. She considered Steve to be the other half to her Keep Corroded Coffin On Track Team. Without him, Eddie would have been left at a rest stop the first time they went on the road.

“Yeah, that’s no secret.” She could hear the eyeroll in Gareth’s voice, but chose to ignore it. “He was snoring so bad last night, I almost had to consider kicking him off the bus.”

“Wait. Snoring? Steve doesn’t snore unless he’s-”

“Fuck.”

They both realized at the same time what was coming. Gareth looked back at Meg, eyes wide.

“Not now! It’s the beginning of tour!”

“Maybe if I load him up with vitamin C? I have a whole vitamin kit in the van and Robin has that nebulizer for her breathing treatments.”

A round of sneezes came from the back and Meg cursed under her breath.

“He’s gotta get away from everyone. He can take the van with Robin and I’ll bunk on your couch for a few days. Did he have a fever?” Meg was known for being dramatic over small inconveniences, but this wasn’t small. It had the potential to ruin tour dates. If anyone in the band got sick, it could ruin a concert.

“Don’t know. I don’t think so? He seemed fine when we went to sleep. He passed out before all of us though.” Gareth quickly set the guitar down and opened the cabinet closest to the bus door. “We’ve got cold meds. Some cough syrup. Tylenol. Cough drops. You think that’ll be enough?”

Meg nodded. “For now. Let’s see how bad it is first.”

They didn’t have to wait long. Eddie and Jeff came out at the same time, panic written all over their faces.

Meg sighed. “Bad?”

They nodded.

“Okay, stay away from him. It could already be too late, but you guys have to stay healthy.” Meg grabbed the basket of meds and a bottle of water from the fridge. “All of you get outside, tell Robin what’s up, and go with security into the building. I’m gonna get him settled in the van and scrub this place from top to bottom.”

“But I’ll miss him,” Eddie pouted. “How long does he have to stay in the van?”

“Until he can breathe through both nostrils.”

“Can any of us ever really breathe through both nostrils?” Eddie wondered.

Meg blinked at him. “Get a shirt on and get out of here before I make it impossible for you to breathe out of one nostril.”

Eddie threw his head back and groaned. Jeff patted his shoulder and turned to grab a shirt that was still on the couch.

“It’s okay man. Might just be a little cold. Could pass quick!” Gareth tried to reassure him, but Meg could already see how this was gonna go.

She was surrounded by slightly codependent idiots. She loved them all dearly, but she needed them to function individually sometimes.

The door banged open and Robin came up the steps.

“I swear, I sleep in one time and my girlfriend abandons me for her harem of idiot men.” She glances between everyone and tenses. “What’s wrong?”

“You stupid soulmate is sick,” Meg grumbled. “Everyone is in the process of leaving this bus before it happens to them.”

“I’ll wake up Frankie. He’s gonna be pissed,” Jeff sighed. “He got his pillows just right.”

“I’ll get him, you guys go,” Meg shooed them away, waiting for them to all leave before turning to Robin. “Hey, Robbie. Sorry I didn’t wake you up, just wanted you to get plenty of sleep.”

Robin leaned her head on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, babe. Steve gonna make it?”

“Haven’t put eyes on him yet. Think you could go check? I gotta avoid getting sick, too. The less I’m around him, the better,” Meg handed her the basket and kissed the side of her head. “Get him to the van so he can contaminate that area instead.”

“But then I’ll get sick.” Robin pouted.

Meg couldn’t resist leaning down and pulling Robin’s bottom lip between her teeth, smirking when she let out a yelp.

“You’ll be fine. You’ve got a strong immune system. Promise I'll make it up to you in a few days. Maybe we could convince them to let us have a hotel room so we can-,” Meg said, pulling away when she heard shuffling behind the curtain. “Oh, good, it’s you. The rest of the guys are gone. Steve’s sick. Don’t come back in here until I give the go ahead.”

Frankie yawned, scratched his head, and nodded. “Got it.”

He was slowly becoming her favorite just by the fact that he never really argued with her. Maybe that was because he was terrified of her, but she could enjoy her power a little if she wanted to.

He walked out of the bus in his pajamas, probably not awake enough to realize he wasn’t properly dressed, but also probably not caring at all that he wasn’t. Frankie was a chill guy.

“Eddie?” Steve’s pitiful raspy voice came from behind the curtain. “Eds?”

“I’ll go,” Robin gave one final kiss to Meg’s lips before walking behind the curtain.

Meg only caught a glimpse of Steve, but a glimpse was all she needed to come to the conclusion that he was miserably sick and she needed to air this bus out immediately. She could hear Robin gently explaining where everyone was and trying to bribe him to put some comfy clothes on to move to the van.

She looked around and wondered what he’d touched last night before going to bed.

She opened the window behind the couch, and propped the window by the sink open to get some fresh air in the bus.

“Sorry I’m sick,” Steve suddenly said behind her, his eyes glassy and nose and cheeks bright red with fever and congestion. “Don’t know how.”

Meg smiled sadly at him. “Not your fault, bud. Just make sure to keep your distance from the guys until your fever’s gone. Don’t need them all getting sick at once and having to postpone a concert.”

Steve nodded sadly. “Okay. Can you tell Eddie I love him?”

“‘Course I can.”

Steve was acting like he was dying, but Meg didn’t say anything. Robin had been honest about a lot of her past, their past, but couldn’t say everything. She knew why they were all a bit codependent on each other. Sometimes small things like the common cold felt like a monster they couldn’t fight.

As Robin led Steve out of the bus, Meg made a checklist in her head of everything she needed to do before the show tonight.

Taking care of her boys was always top priority.

#stranger things #strangerthingsocweek #writing challenge #original character #corroded coffin #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harrington #side steddie #gareth emerson #jeff #frankie or unnammed freak who i have decided is frankie

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D.VA, Ashe and Kiriko with a fem s/o who is insecure about her short height and small chest? 🐇 thank you!

Short Flat S/O - Kiriko, Ashe, and Dva

A/N: Why do I feel like I know you, show yourself.

CW: Suggestive, slightly nsfw

D.va

So I found out recently that Hana is actually 5'6... yeah.

Man, actually doesn't even tease which is surprising since she'll find other things to tease you about, but never your height and especially not your chest (she's really not one to say much in that department)

Suprise hugs you can bet on. She practically tackles you and nuzzles into the crook of your neck giggling.

She likes you being short it makes her feel powerful, and maybe a lil protective, but it's a good thing I swear!

If Hana is teaching you to shoot, it makes it easier for her, she'll steady you with her hands on your hips and correcting your stance.

she's part of the Korean army so stfu she's not just an UWU gamer girl.

will explode when she puts her fatigues blouse on you and seeing the sleeves droop.

Hana is pretty damn strong, best girl to go to concerts with bc she'll hoist you on her back or on her shoulders fr.

BIG SPOON HANA RIGHTS.

If you're openly insecure about your breasts, she is pulling off your shirt and leaving kisses on them. She loves and appreciates them.

she will not let you shame yourself in front of her.

Kiriko

Kiriko doesn't really have much there (regardless of what r34 artists like to draw)

Never going to judge you, she'll make jokes about sharing bras but that's as far as it goes.

Your height though. She's a damn menace.

OH IF SHE SEES YOU IN HER CLOTHES SHE WILL PAUSE AND SECONDS LATER YOUR ASS IN DINNER FR

NSFW IDEA SHE EATS YOU OUT SHE EATS YOU OUT WHILE YOU'RE IN HER HOODIE

Picking you up, wrapping her arms around you from behind and using your head as a rest for her chin.

Is the type of person to wake up in the morning and have you wrapped around her front with your arms and legs around Kiriko's torso.

She'll just casually be brushing her teeth with one hand and hold you by the behind with the other as you're still napping in the crook of her neck.

Lap sitting casually 100%

You are her body pillow she clings to you alot in her sleep

Will put stuff on high shelves simply so you ask her for help.

If she sees you trying, she'll grab you by the hips and lift you up.

For your breasts she'll licking and sucking on your nipples no questions. She will get a non toxic red marker and draw lil hearts on them.

Ashe

Has enough boobage for the two of you, but really doesn't care about boob size.

Height however, Ashe is surprisingly fair about.

If you really want to be taller, she'll take you out to get a stylized pair of cowhide leather boots.

Or have you sitting on top of Bob's shoulder.

Likes having you in her lap while she does office work

100% holds you against her and wraps your legs around herself and cradles you in her arms.

Smothers your face in kisses if you try to shame yourself.

If you try to hide your chest, she'll gently pry your wrists away and kiss and lick your breasts, maybe even traces on with her fingers.

I love all of you sugar, there's no need to hide

If you wear Ashe's stuff that motivates her to buy you a matching outfit with her.

Bob is also mildly interested in your tiny stature so his heart will be so warmed if you let him place his bowler vest and hat on you.

Please let bob do this, he deserves happiness.

A/N: my hand is finally healed so I can write now. Pumping these out holy crap.

#ashe x reader #ashe overwatch #elizabeth caledonia #d.va #d.va x reader #dva x reader #hana song #Kiriko #kiriko kamori #kiriko overwatch #kiriko x reader #kiriko

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mariondeux · 2 years

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Hello human. Welcome to the Enstars writing Tumblr. I would like to request a possessive HiMERU x gn reader, if that’s alright with you. Where HiMERU gets tired of Rinne getting reader’s attention, so…he asks them for a private chat. I leave the rest to you.

— SYNOPSIS ; Rinne had invited you and the entire group out to shop around and talk, although as always he had your attention on him. HiMERU, standing on the sidelines and watching you two interact, had enough.

CW ; Suggestive, Jealousy, possessiveness, sexual talk

WORD COUNT ; 428

PAIRING ; Jealous!HiMERU x GN!Reader

A/N ; My first Request!! I wasn’t sure if you wanted NSFW or not, so it’s suggestive! If you’d like a part two let me know, I enjoyed writing both this and HiMERU!

PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE!

You and Rinne both felt the glare of jealousy burning at your backs, but you were too busy laughing at what Rinne was doing to notice it. He just handed you a ridiculous-looking plush that he had chosen to give you while the group as a whole had chosen to go out and hang around to shop.

The laughter between you two had come to a pause as a blue head of hair walked up to you.

“(Name), May HiMERU talk in private with you for a second?”

Rinne’s smile dropped, placing his hand on his hip as he waved HiMERU off.

“You two can talk later!”

“No, it's alright, Rinne," you sighed, shaking your head and smiling warmly. You approached HiMERU turning back to the red head, "We'll be back! " after giving the plush to Rinne, you followed after HiMERU.

Rinne kept his hand on the plush as you two left, an odd expression left on his face.

HiMERU grabbed hold of you and swiftly dragged you into a nearby alleyway. A yelp escaped you as he pinned your wrists above your head, leaving no time for you to react to what was happening. Just a second ago you were laughing and joking around with Rinne, what’s HiMERU doing?

When HiMERU eventually managed to separate you two, he took the chance to whisk you both to a more isolated location.

“HiMERU? What are you doing?” Your eyes glanced over to the entrance of the alleyway and back into HiMERU’s golden, yellow eyes.

“HiMERU has noticed how your attention is always on Rinne,” His face inched closer, “Why? What’s so intriguing about him? Do you realize how you’ve been making HiMERU feel?”

His piercing look was too much for you to bear, and your face was burning with embarrassment. But at this close range, you noted how jealously, and perhaps even a little possessiveness, lighted up his eyes. You were right; you had no idea how envious HiMERU felt as a result of your actions.

You overindulged in Rinne over the past week, hell, you were simply hanging out and shopping now. Rinne, though, had your focus as usual.

But, seeing HiMERU like this? It was interesting to see, to put it mildly. He was no longer as cool-headed as usual; instead, the reaction from the male idol in front of you was attractive.

“HiMERU, I’m sorry, I.. I didn’t realize. I was just—“

HiMERU’s lips brushed past your cheek, stopping right at your ear.

“If you were truly sorry, you would pay HiMERU back with your body.”

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #himeru x reader #gender neautral reader #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars x y/n #himeru #enstars himeru

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yuripoll · 10 months

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KNOCKOUTS: Boyish² (2022)

NOTE: This was a rejected submission, on the basis that a couple of stories didn't sit right with me and it didn't feel right to stick it in the competition proper.

Boyish² is a single volume yuri anthology compiled by Natsuo Mutsumi centred on butch4butch relationships.

10 of Japan's top yuri manga artists have gathered to create the ultimate butch x butch yuri manga anthology! - Kickstarter

You can find both the JP and ENG release on the author's linktree.

CWs under the cut, sorted chapter-to-chapter. General severity rating: mild to moderate.

Locusta in the Skyscraper: nothing major.

Beware the Wolf: nothing major.

Can't Catch You Offguard With Love: nothing major.

Yuriran!: nothing major, but it's really pushing the 'butch4butch' premise. the butchest girl twitter can handle before they get scared etc etc.

We're Just Close, Is All: nothing major.

Moon in the Water: mention of suicidality + very mild sexual reference.

Portrayal: some sexual reference.

La Coneja Blanca Y Su Santa Maria: nothing explicit, but implied sex where the consent feels mildly dubious.

Seafoam: terminal illness, discussion of cannibalism, death.

All-Inclusive Feelings: not super explicit but heavy sexual reference + some sexual content. there is a brief implication-slash-mention of csa/incest (it is a miscommunication joke - nothing actually happened). and like. there's no good way to say it but it just gives me a Weird Vibe. i can't fully place it but it just raises some invisible red flag for me. the way the author depicts brown women felt... kind of fetishistic to me? additional pieces on the artist's twitter gave me the same vibe. i'm white, so feel free to ignore my take on this, but recommending the anthology without giving a clear warning about this gave me a bad taste in my mouth.

Bad Butch Bad Boy: non consensual public spanking, forced kissing & bad bdsm practices.

Coffee Time: nothing major. LI is a black woman w afro-textured hair btw! ^_^

I'll Sculpt My Abs!!: suggestive scenes.

#'rejected submission' submitted by me. i thought of it and put it on my googlesheets and then said hmmm no.#knockouts #when i say weird vibe theres nothing concrete in the oneshot but after browsing the authors twitter a while #i CAN say for sure that sometimes the characters look. uncomfortably young.#take it how you will. its one chapter in a mostly solid anthology.

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pompous-puffed-up-penguin · 1 year

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Good Girl (Zero Year!Riddler/Fem!Reader)

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AN: Okaaaaaaay, I read Zero Year and yeah, I hate this guy. So obviously I had to write a fic for him. It’s a kind of therapy, I swear.

Word Count: 1,804

CW: Pet Play, Master/Pet, Mildly Dubious Consent, Blow Job, Cane Play (is that a thing? It is now), Doggy Style (hehehe)

“There. A perfect fit.”

Edward leans back with a smirk, looking at the emerald-green collar he was ‘so kind’ to get you around your neck. It was bad enough he deemed you ‘worthy enough’ to be by his side while the rest of Gotham was suffering under his rule. That’s what you get for being decent to the social outcast at work. Sure, you didn’t have to worry about basic necessities like food and water, but when The Riddler was bored, it was your job to entertain him. And lately, that has gotten more physical than just his games and puzzles.

“It’s a good color on you. You know, the human eye is able to detect more shades of green than any other color.”

You simply nod. You’ve learned that back-talking him was a quick and painful way to get to the finish line.

“It’s not too tight, is it?”

You start to shake your head, but your gaze is pushed back to him as his cane gently touches your cheek.

“Not sure I like this silent treatment you’re giving me today. You haven’t forgotten to speak, have you? Come on, you haven’t been locked in here with me that long.”

Fine, you can talk. It’s just that you really don’t know what he wants you to do.

“Is it not simple enough to understand?” He leans forward, his voice dripping with acid. “Is your brain so atrophied to the point you can’t make the connection? This,” the cane moves to the collar, hooking onto the silver ring at the front, “is a symbol. Our symbol. Representing what you are to me, and what I am to you.”

If he’s suggesting what you think he’s-

Your reply is cut off by a sudden yank from his cane, and you stumble forward, instinctively reaching your arms forward to catch yourself on Edward’s chair. Regaining your balance, you find yourself looking down at him, your hands on his shoulders, your chest only a couple inches away from his face. Blood rushes to your cheeks as he grins, that shit-eating grin that aggravates you whenever he flashes it.

“Aw, you poor thing. I yanked too hard, didn’t I? Promise you won’t call the humane society?”

Laughing at his idea of a joke, Edward unhooks the cane, letting you take a step back. And as you do so, you take a deep breath in an attempt to keep yourself from being too flustered. He probably just wants his dick sucked again, right? Fine, you’ve done this enough times to know what he likes, and then you can have this silly collar off.

Edward shakes his head when he sees you approach him and lowering yourself to your knees. “Mm-mm, not yet. The whole image is still wrong."

What is he talking about? He’s made his point, he’s the owner and you’re his dog.

“Ah, but you don’t see what needs to be fixed.” He leans forward, so close that you can smell how heavy his cologne is, how it almost makes you choke. And he mutters in your ear. “Dogs don’t wear clothes. And I’m not a middle-aged woman looking to play dress-up with her living doll, so strip.”

There’s something about his voice when he gets this close to you. It vibrates through your nerves, and you have to hold back a shudder. You bite your lower lip as Edward leans back, resting his head on his hand and looking at you expectantly.

Damn it, you really thought you were going to get this over with quickly. He really wants to draw this out for as long as he can this time. With a sigh, you take off your shirt and throw off your jeans, leaving you in your underwear.

"Get those off, too."

Yeah, wow, maybe if he was a little more patient, he would see that you were taking off your bra right now.

He raises an eyebrow. "And you know dogs don't talk, right?"

You glare at him as your bra falls to the floor, and your panties join them too. He's the one who berated you for being silent before. But no matter how many times you've been naked in front of Edward, it still makes you feel vulnerable. He gazes at you, as if looking for a crack in your defenses, and gestures downwards. "Now you may come."

Finally, you can actually get to the main event. On your knees in front of him again, you reach for his belt buckle. But he snatches your wrist before you can get close enough to it. "What are you doing?"

You open your mouth to explain yourself, but quickly remember the 'no talking' rule. So you simply frown up at him, confused.

"I really need to spell everything out for you, don't I? Dogs have paws."

Ah, so that's how it's going to be.

"But since you were so eager to have my cock in your mouth before, I'll be kind enough to give you what you want. If," he taps your chin upward with his cane, "you beg for it."

You think for a moment. What do dogs do when they want something? As soon as you get an idea, you put it to action. You blink, enough times to create the illusion of watery eyes and look up at Edward. With your manufactured sad look, you lean your cheek towards his groin, even rubbing up against the bump that had formed there.

A gentle hand rests on your head as Edward, your 'owner', smirks down at you. "That's more like it."

Now for the cherry on top. You have to swallow your pride first, but you begin to whimper, staring up at him like an abused puppy. The leather of his pants scratches at your cheek as you continue rubbing along his erection, and you even let your tongue hang out, much to his amusement.

"Hm. This is a very good look for you. I should have done this earlier." His other hand reaches for his belt buckle and he begins to undo it. "Alright. Puppy gets her treat."

As soon as his cock springs free, you wrap your lips around the tip, roughly circling it with your tongue. The gasp it elicits from Edward is so satisfying, especially as you slowly take more in your mouth, sucking and licking with ferocity. You can see his thighs tremble from the sudden stimulation, and his strained breathing as he tries to keep his cool spurs you on.

“Slow…Fuck!” He throws his head back, covering his face with his hand as he groans. You live for moments like this, when he doesn’t have the strength to make any remarks or comments. Moments like this send a rush through you, like lightning striking at your senses. If you didn't know better, you would say these spurts of adrenaline were addicting.

Unfortunately, he eventually does find the strength to grab your hair and pull you off of him, leaving behind a trail of drool and precum. You both take this opportunity to catch your breath, and Edward is the first to recover.

“You,” he growls, wiping off his drool from the corner of his lip, “really play the role of slobbering mongrel well.” He grabs his cane again and makes a twirling motion with his finger. “Turn around and present yourself.”

Heat rises to your cheeks again. Slowly, knowing any hesitation will prompt another snarky comment from the Riddler, with your hands and knees on the floor, you raise your bottom up to him. And as soon as you do, something cold and metal rubs up against your lips, drawing a gasp at the sensation. You keep your head down, using your arms to cover your mouth as Edward's cane drags up and down along your sex.

"You pretend so hard that you hate this," you hear him purr, "but your body always betrays you. Look how wet you are."

The cane presses into you harder, and you stifle a whine at the shock through your nerves. It lingers on your clit, rubbing it in clumsy circles that make you twitch and moan.

Behind you, you hear footsteps as Edward gets up and approaches you, keeping the cane pressed down. "In heat, aren't you? Poor little bitch." He laughs, finally putting the cane down and letting it fall with a clang. But you're not escaping, as he grabs your hips to keep you still while he finds a comfortable position. Your breath freezes in your throat as you feel the tip of his cock tease at your entrance. "Let me help with that."

A sudden thrust of his hips, and you're seeing stars as you cry out, suddenly assaulted by a cocktail of pain and pleasure as you're split open. You feel your walls tremble, and your hands claw at the floor, trying to find something, anything to grip onto to brace yourself.

"Oops. Slipped."

Bullshit. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. Keeping your hips in place, he slams into you again, and again, leaving you with very little time to recover between each attack. Struggling and gasping for air, you rest your cheek against the cold, hard floor, losing the strength to control your voice as your moans echo through the room.

"God, why," he grunts, "are you always so...tight?"

Sweat drips onto your back, mixing and pooling with your own as you cum on his cock. But he either doesn't notice or doesn't care, because he still continues his torturous pace. But eventually, his breathing becomes heavier with each thrust, and you know he's reaching his breaking point. You reach your third one at this point, mind going blank as you coat him with your juices.

Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving your pussy sopping wet, trailing cum down your thighs and dripping onto the floor. As you gasp and cry out from the sudden removal, you freeze as something warm and sticky falls onto your back. Edward groans and growls as he releases his orgasm on top of you, watching the trails shoot over your back. You swear you can even feel one of them reach the back of your head and into your hair. Once everything has been released, the two of you both stop to catch your breath, and Edward gives one last squeeze of your hips before letting go. Free of his grip, your knees give out and you fall to the floor, shuddering from the barrage of stimulation.

"Good girl." Edward mumbles as he gently touches your shoulder, trailing up to your cheek and brushing it with his thumb. He bends down and kisses your forehead before whispering in your ear. "Get yourself cleaned up. And keep the collar on. We're not done playing yet."

#riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #pom prose #zero year #zero year riddler #respect the content warnings

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youll-always-be-a-dumb-blonde · 11 months

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ChatGPT Writes SoapGhost I

Recently I've been testing different AI sites to determine the best platform for roleplay. Here's a section from my latest chat using a jailbroken ChatGPT I thought was funny.

For context, Soap overheard a group of recruits joking/gossiping about his relationship with Ghost (before they were together).

CW: Nothing explicit, but mildly suggestive.

Again, this was written primarily by AI, so apologies if anything feels out of character.

"'What do you think, Lt?" Soap asked dryly. 'Might as well take me right here since everyone's already picturin' it. You a top or bottom?' he remarked sarcastically, eyes still scanning the crowd to avoid meeting Ghost's gaze.

Ghost let out a low chuckle, shaking his head at Soap's comment. He knew Soap's tendency to use sarcasm as a defense mechanism, but he also understood the underlying frustration.

'Sorry to disappoint, Soap, but I don't swing that way,' Ghost replied, his tone light but tinged with mischief. He leaned closer to Soap, dropping his voice to a low murmur. 'And even if I did, I'd at least have the decency to wait until after training hours.'

Soap finally met Ghost's gaze, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 'You're no fun, Simon. Just thought we'd give the recruits something extra to gossip about.'

Ghost's eyes gleamed with amusement as he glanced at the recruits. 'They've got enough to talk about already. Let's not give them any more ammunition.'

'Shame,' Soap shrugged. 'Was hoping to at least get a free dinner out of ya.'

'I hate to break it to you, Soap, but I'm not the type to wine and dine just anyone. You'll have to earn that dinner.'

Soap feigned a look of disappointment, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. 'Oh, the lengths I have to go to impress you, lieutenant. It's truly a challenge.'

Ghost raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. 'Impress me? Johnny, you've been trying to do that since the day we met. I'm still waiting.'

Soap leaned in closer. 'Oh, Ghost, you know I'm a man of many talents. Just give me a chance and I'll show you what I'm capable of.'

Ghost's smirk widened as he looked at Soap, his eyes glinting. 'Is that a promise, MacTavish? Because I can be a tough critic.'

Soap laughed, his gaze meeting Ghost's with a mix of humor and intensity. 'I wouldn't have it any other way, Lt. I thrive under pressure.'"

#call of duty #soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon riley #soap mactavish #soap x ghost #ghost x soap

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dizzy-n-busy · 6 months

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(holy fuck this is nerve wracking)

I wanna do things here so I suppose introductions are in order - the minds a lovely audience but far too one-sided for my liking...💧

Indulge me, yeah?

“ ★ °•°• „

Greetings! You can call me Dizz (or jus Dizzy) !!

I use any and all pronouns, you can refer to me by whichever you see me as :0

(literally - he, she, they - it doesn't really matter to me)

I'm a Mexican-American Pansexual mess who has bad social anxiety, so please bee nice to me 💪💪

„ °•°• ★ ”

Pleasures of the Mind (likes)

Audio stories and artists, such as

Redacted Audio, YuuriVoice, Jouska, Obsidian Lantern, Reverie Audios, Mr. Laveau (new artist, highly recommend) etc.

Suffering creatively (I draw and write)

Making friends/talkin abt my passions with ppl who share the same passions

I have tendencies for prattling on abt my fixations which seem psychoanalytical and long winded... (Sorry)

I write a lot of things; more along the lines of drabbles, one-shots, headcanons and questions (I'm very confused a lot of the time) (sorry again)

I will write mostly in fluffy stuff !! Some angst (not a lot bc I'm scared of it) and mildly suggestive things (cws will bee placed if done so)

“ ¿ × ? „

To bitter the tongue (dislikes)

The expectation of talking to people (I'm a social husk of what I used to bee 💧)

Being perceived (kinda joking)

Overwhelming negativity (not constructive criticism but jus bein mean)

I wouldn't mind doin' one-shot idea recs/headcanons but Imma have ta go thru more writing dislikes !!

I'll add more once I'm more used to this :0

„ ¡ × ! ”

If you've made it down here, thanks for the consideration of my application of friendliness (?) Or something like that... 💧

Bye-Bye, hopefully new friend !!

(almost threw up writing and posting this <33 /j)

#i'm new and nauseous bc of it #i swear i can talk non robotically #yuurivoice #obsidian lantern #redacted audio #reverie audios #Mr. Laveau #check that mf out bc it's amazing content‼️

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fates-theysband · 11 months

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no fighting wars, no ringing chimes

i have to STOP getting fic ideas after 10 PM dude i always know where it leads.

anyway. two bros who are kinda into each other but aren't in a good place to acknowledge it rn chillin' in a motel room doing sleepover shit. maybe this will sate my desire to braid kian stone's hair.

cws: one mildly suggestive joke

word count: 757

The only sounds in the room were the whir of the air conditioner and the almost inaudible dialogue of some sitcom rerun–neither party had looked up to see what was actually on, but the laugh track was just barely perceptible–playing on the shitty motel TV. It was the first time in a while things had been this close to completely silent, and Kian found it…less uncomfortable than he’d expected. He was used to situations where it was never silent, or filling silences himself if necessary, but after the week he’d had–the week that everyone crammed into this seedy roadside motel room, as far out from Galloway city limits as they could get before none of them were in any shape for driving, had had–a moment of quiet was welcome. Besides, anything was better than having that damn song in his head.

Speaking of songs, he looked over the notepad braced against his knees, pen to his lips in thought, poring over the lyrics he’d been writing. Couldn’t devise a melody quite yet–he’d have to buy a new guitar once they’d reached another town, although he doubted he’d find another one like his dearly departed Black Betty–but lyrics were still on the table.

He felt a shifting on the bed he was sitting against, followed by a soft, apparently unintentional brushing of an arm against his shoulder and the shadow of a head peering over his shoulder. Shiloh must have noticed what he was doing. “Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to use the desk for that?” they asked softly.

Kian chuckled. “Yeah, but like…this is how the real rock stars do it, you know? You don’t find your most bitchin’ lines when you’re sittin’ at a desk.” It was a statement he could back up. The writer’s block since he became a stockbroker had been nightmarish.

Shiloh only responded with a “hm” of understanding, and continued to watch him. It was the first time he’d been alone with them since high school–Rolan and Rand had left to go fill up the car, in preparation for the next leg in the four’s escape from what had been and probably would never again be Galloway, leaving Kian and Shiloh to hold the fort in the motel–and it was only slightly less awkward than it was back then, during those brief eternities when Becky would leave the room and abandon her boyfriend and best friend to attempt half-assed small talk absent the one thing (the one person, really) that they seemingly had in common.

He shook his head at that last thought, pushing it out of his mind. Now that the shock of everything that had happened had begun to reside, he was not in any shape to think about Becky right now. He went back to the lyrics, wracking his brain for a good rhyme for “fire”--wire? liar? Nothing seemed to suit the rhythm he was going for–in a desperate attempt to focus on anything else. It wasn’t until he finally scribbled down “higher” that he noticed what was going on. He could feel small, barely noticeable tugs on his hair, and the person-shaped shadow had moved from his left to directly behind him. Tilting his head backward to regard the person sitting on the bed behind him, he asked, “Dude, are you braiding my hair?”

Shiloh practically jumped out of their skin, an extremely guilty look coloring their face. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just…saw a little section and got this weird impulse, you know? If it’s weirding you out, I can stop.”

Kian laughed softly, tilting his head back forward. “Nah, you’re good, bro. Just don’t pull too hard or I might start weirding you out, you know?” He glanced back at them with a cockeyed grin.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Shiloh amusedly responded as they gathered Kian’s hair up and began braiding it properly. “Your hair’s really soft,” they murmured as they worked.

“It’s all about the routine, man,” he replied, scribbling out a few rejected lines on his notepad. “So many guys use that two-in-one shit, but you gotta actually condition.”

“I guess so,” they answered, the smile in their voice apparent. The conversation tapered off from there but the silence between the two was more comforting than it had been before. It wasn’t until their friends returned, car full of gas and arms full of gas station snacks, that either of them spoke again, but that was alright. If anything, this particular eternity had been too brief.

#self ship #self shipping #selfship #r: quiet #questionable writing tag

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solradguy · 1 year

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Oh yeah it's been a while since I typed one of these. Hello new followers. My pinned post has indexes for my scans and translations with progress notes on current projects but here's the most important information:

Sideblog archive of all my scans/translations: @junkyarddogmkii

Sideblog for my GG fanart: @outragemkii

Blog where I post my serious/work art: @somnivagrious

I make all my posts on this blog, solradguy, first and reblog it onto one of the other sideblogs, which have much better organization than this blog does.

I do translations and scans as a hobby whenever I feel like it. Any timelines or estimates I give are at the mercy of real life events and how I'm feeling. It'll get done when it's done.

Reblog spam is fine. My notifications are a mess, I don't know what's happening in there 90% of the time anyway.

I tag stuff pretty well generally but sometimes late at night I get stoned and forget to so... proceed with caution or something.

The "mildly n.s.f.w" in my blog description isn't a joke. Spicy posts get tagged with "suggestive cw". Keep that in mind if you don't want tiddies on your dash.

Ok that's everything. Have fun

#textpost

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shxnhes · 1 year

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── 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ೃ꙳⊹

﹟ zhongli : childe : itto : ayato : thoma : x gn!reader : mildly suggestive, cws: monster/nonhuman, sacrificial spouse, mention of injury. established relationship for Ayato, and Thoma, halloween special, meaning stories are changed to fit the theme. not proof-read.

ZHONGLI ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ a shiver ran down your spine as your eyes met the man, rather, the dragonic man that towered over you. as he got closer, you instinctively closed your eyes and waited to face his wrath, only to peek as you felt his thin fingers tracing your bruised knee. you winced as the pain begun kicking in, the powerful being before you opening his mouth as his long and parted tongue licked your bruise, lapping at the blood and pulling away with a small string of saliva. “I presume you were this year’s sacrifice.” Morax asked, your wound feeling much better already, as expected of an almighty archon, though his voice much huskier and gentler than you’d expect. nodding, your eyes meet his golden ones, a warm smile on his face. “thank you…” you managed to squeak out as a little laugh escaped his lips, reassuring you it was no problem. “after all, it’s be bad manners to leave my spouse like that.” this simple comment was enough to fluster you once more, this time for a different reason. just a few minutes ago you cursed your luck to be chosen as the sacrificial offering to appease the monstrous draconic geo archon from the people of your village, but now you were beginning to think it wasn’t that bad.

CHILDE (AJAX) ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “wow, you’re really stupid! but that’s just so adorable.” you heard the ginger-haired man laugh as he clapped, a tear sliding down his cheek as he watched you pout. “hey! everyone know’s it’s true.” you hiss back at him, feeling embarrassed and insulted with a bit of you feeling completely lied to. you will never trust books again, after answering his question. coming back from his senses from his fit of laughter, he wiped away his tears and straightened himself out. “now that you know garlic and sunlight won’t work on me, why don’t you fulfill your promise?” Childe the man, or rather vampire, you’d just met the night before grinned. he practically cheated! you did say he could bite you if you answered wrong to his question, but this was unfair, how could a vampire not have any recorded weaknesses? “aw, come on. no need to pout! i’ll tell you my actual weakness, how about that?” you weren’t sure you could trust him with that mischievous glint in your eye but urged him to continue. gripping your wrists with incredible strength, his teeth flashed over the nape of your neck, giving it a slow lick as you involuntarily whimper. “that delicious scent of your’s, and your sweet blood.” his fangs pierced your neck, throbbing yet hot as you clawed his back. he really didn’t play fair, not a single bit.

ARATAKI ITTO ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “i take it back!” you huffed out as your breathing became more ragged, fingers running through long white locks. his ministrations didn’t stop, tongue licking and nibbling at your skin, slowly making its way back up your body towards your lips as Itto captures another kiss from you, your eyes closing as your body begins heating up. you joked telling him you didn’t believe he had it in him and to prove to you he was more than just bark, and now he was just showing you that he truly was an oni. monstrous strength keeping you in place, his motions too fast to keep up with, sharp teeth grazing against your skin all while you struggled to even register anything, tugging his locks and his horns as best you could. pulling away with a messy trail of saliva connecting the two of you, you could barely make out a huge grin on his face through your blurry vision. “i’m sorry, you’re right. you really are a great oni!” you apologize as you take this time to try and recollect yourself, hoping he’d go easier on you. “course ya’ do!” he replied, back in his cheerful and self-confident attitude as he rambled on. maybe one day you’d find out about his excess stamina, too.

AYATO KAMISATO ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎humming, you untied your lover’s long and silky blue hair as his face laid resting in your lap, caressing his face as he begun singing. a beautiful voice that made you feel peaceful and secure as his webbed hands intertwined with your’s, eyes gazing up at you watching your every expression and soaking it in. as soon as his song ended, you cooed over how wonderful it was as his arms prop him up, face meeting your’s as you see his parts of his long and large elegantly tail, with silvery-purple scales glistening, causing you to once again admire just how beautiful he was in face and body. “Ayato?” you called the name you gave him, questioning his actions as he only responds with a smile, pressing his cold lips against your’s, biting down on your bottom lip while you scoot closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck. you felt his long tongue darting everywhere it could before pulling back and giving you a chance to breathe. it was difficult dating a siren who couldn’t exactly speak your human language perfectly but understood you, pretending to be oh so innocent after what he’d just done. you just couldn’t find it in yourself to scold him. “just one more.” you sigh and relented, feeling your whole body being tugged into the water as his lips found your’s.

THOMA ೃ꙳⊹──

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎gazing into the night sky, you stare up at the full moon, fingers running through the hair and occasionally petting the fluffy ears of your lover. small whimpers escape him as you recalled the first time you saw Thoma as a werewolf versus now, your previous fear for the terrifying beasts almost nonexistent. “does it feel good?” you cooed as he nodded, letting out another whimper as you press a kiss onto his head. “you’re such a pretty beast.” you continued teasing and rubbing until his cheeks dusted with red. all of a sudden the whimpers and small howls stopped as he gazed up at you, green eyes staring into your’s with intensity. you try to ask what was wrong only to find him pouting and moving his head from your lap to sitting up, face being drawn in front of his as his lips were inches away from your’s. he tried not to graze you with his claws as his fingers traced your lips, pressing his onto your own as he slipped his tongue in as far as it could go, exploring wherever he could get. pulling away with a pant and a need for air, you watch as it was now his turn to chuckle, “you’re such a pretty human.” he teased, sticking his tongue out at you as you let out a small huff. “that i am, so kiss me again already.” you retorted, rolling your eyes and pressing your body against him once more, pressing your lips to his.

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