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iwaasfairy · 6 months

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tw. wound fucking, blood, gore, don’t read this if you’re squeamish!!, somnophilia, oral, noncon, megumi is delusional in this, yandere, belly bulge but gross! , cannibalistic thoughts wordcount. 6.4k

a/n. this one,,, was me pushing myself to just go buck wild, and channel my inner junji, and i think i got somewhere with it... a select few of you will understand me when i say that ,, this is like my love letter to megumi fr ♡ like i said though, this one might be the one that has people a little yucked out but! it's basically my halloween fic, for the spooky month

fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

When the rattling of the stretcher finally quiets in the halls and the rising rate of adrenaline starts to flatten out, Megumi’s lost on what to do. Any of the other sorcerers can’t decide what the next step is either, it seems. Yuji with his back pressed against the glass and staring off into the empty part of the hall they just came from, and principal Yaga a stern quietness and arms crossed. Ieiri-san will do her best work today of any days if there’s anything to be done about it, but Megumi can tell. That uncertainty hangs over all of them as the faint breathing of a collapsed body grows more pitched and panicked.

Megumi always sort of hated you. He didn’t like you from the second he first met you, and it just grew and grew and grew from there. He hates your stupid demeanor with your higher-than-thou morals and your sky-high milestones and that grin that could make even the coldest heart split in two. It doesn’t escape him that this is the same reason he always did enjoy Maki, but you were — more recognizable to him, and yet somehow much further away.

He always hated the way he’d catch himself watching the soft motion of your lashes, or how your mouth would form words, the heat that would carry color to your face. He always hated the quiet moments you’d sit by his side, rattling his heart out of his chest and laughing at him for his hot cheeks; and he always hated how you’d be the thought on his mind right after he’d made sure his own limbs hadn’t yet been blown to bits. But standing with his hands covered in a coating of blood that isn’t his, dripping onto the panes of the old flooring, he wonders what that hatred ever really got him. It never helped him understand you better, that for someone so alike himself, you were so much better at everything.

His chest is rising and falling too fast.

Gojo’s too late, always is when it comes down to the wire, Megumi thinks as the lankier man rushes through and stops a few feet away from them. Yaga’s brow pinches, before he lifts his head the slightest bit to acknowledge the white blond. “What’s the status,” Gojo has to ask, and before he has another conscious thought, Megumi’s furiously rubbing his hands over his sweater in an attempt to get the blood off while his teeth clack with how hard he’s clenching them. There’s a thickness between his ears that makes everything sound far off. The blood stains his fingers the more he rubs, and his face gets hotter and hotter as it lasts.

But he thinks he hears the principal explain.

How you had been pinned down and knocked clean out, head bashed against the concrete pillars. How Megumi had been too busy trying and failing to keep the uglier curse from blasting you both to shit, to notice. How the other special grade had picked you up by the neck and unceremoniously shoved something into your mouth and pushed until it went down your throat - until you started convulsing, spitting out blood and bile before he could reach you. Megumi hadn’t taken the time to look then, but he knows now what it was, slimy, decaying contents of a little vial that had gone missing a few months ago.

“The girl must’ve been a real good match.” Yaga pushes his fingers to his brow, as if forcibly trying to push the frown down. “Ieiri’s doing what she can.” It doesn’t make any of them feel better when Gojo clicks his tongue and aims his eyes at the door, before casting a quick glance at Megumi under thick, blond lashes. He wants to puke. He’d shoved his fingers down your throat for what felt like hours, trying desperately to get you to throw up the curse. Had carried you all the way back while you were sobbing and wailing in pain. Nothing.

If even the worst case repeats itself, they’ll have another incarnation on their hands, and the noose will be tightened around your throat. Yuji must have already realized this, because he’s yet to say anything since you’d been tied onto the stretcher with blood pouring out of your nose and ears and coughing up grime. Megumi’s not even sure if Ieiri would hesitate to put you down without a second warning before it gets to the same turning point. And he is pissed. At the situation, his friends, himself, you. He’s so angry his hands shake, and so angry tears start stinging behind his eyes, feeling like any motion might cause him to throw up. He hates you.

Your chest’s rising with big motions up and down, up and down, as you drum your feet on his bedsheets like an excited rabbit. Megumi grunts, snatches the book from your hands and tosses it back down with the others that were not-so-neatly stacked on his desk. Your shape on his bed makes a dent in his mind that he’ll have to keep replaying over and over when he closes his eyes, and it has a frown pulling his eyebrows down automatically. “So grumpy,” you yawn, and also roll over onto your stomach to tuck your legs to your core, lifting one hand to rest your face into it.

“This isn’t your room.”

“Might as well be,” you giggle back, and he watches for a moment as your hair falls along your shoulders in a gentle brush, making you look even more enchanting. You’re soft and parts of you are shiny like silk, seemingly oozing your rosy, peachy aura all over his stuff. You catch his eyes for just a few breaths, still rising your chest too distractingly, before you push yourself up and slide off the bed to walk up to him. He pivots to thumb through the notes on his desk again, to be farther away from your face probably, and his shoulders rise into an uncomfortable pinch when you approach, feet patting on his floor. “Megumi.” You say his name with a clear pout.

Then heat covers his skin at the base of his throat and he freezes, letting the way you drag your soft lips over his pulse fill him up entirely. His hands shake too hard to keep a grip on the paper, so he spins you around and shoves you back against the desk as you hiss at the sudden painful grip, his fist wrapped into the collar of your shirt. “I already told you to stop doing that.” He hisses, and your eyes are wide and glittering like diamonds, beautiful color peering up at him.

“But you like it when I do that,” you whisper back ever so softly, and his head feels like it’s splitting at the seams, cracking his skull under a non-escapable pressure. He can’t think, can’t even eat normally without the ghost of you hanging over him and shaking him up. It’s unbearable even when you’re not around. His fist unclenches from the flimsy fabric to instead grip your chin with his thumb, and his heart bangs against his ribcage harder than can be normal. Harder than is healthy. A little thought in the back of his skull begs to push. Just once, deny you from digging your claws deeper into him— but he’s already melted to your shape before he can blink.

His face drops like you’re magnetic, thighs pushing you further into the desk and also into him; and it’s truly embarrassing that his hands are still shaking like they do. You lean in when he does, and let your lips meet his hungry, treacherous mouth, other hand sliding to your waist to pull you closer. Your tongue brushes his and he implodes inside, and he swears it hurts to be this close to you.

Not that you care. Your arms wind around his neck to pull him even closer, and his blood feels like it’s boiling under his skin.

He finds himself wandering back to the quieter wing of the school when the sun’s already dipped far past the horizon, and the cold starts picking up. He’s dragging his feet, so he won’t fucking rush back to the room he finds himself thinking about so fast he stumbles. He’s glaring at the patterns in the floorboards so he doesn’t cry. You’re stable- quiet puffs of air escaping your nose every few seconds, but you’re still under surveillance. As far as the clans are concerned, they’ll put something sharp between your eyes sooner rather than later, before whatever’s slumbering inside you wakes up. But Gojo’s fighting for you. It makes him grimace to think about.

Knocking his knuckles onto the doorframe, he enters the dimly lit room. Nanami doesn’t stand when he spots him, but does uncross his legs as he takes a deep breath. Neither of them speak for a while, and the dark haired man takes that time to run his eyes over you. You’re not as dirty as you were when you first got back, shivering and shaking. You’re no longer dripping with blood, though he’s sure if he were to look close enough, he’d still be able to see flecks of it between your cracked lips. As he walks up, he finds himself thinking that you look strangely peaceful, and that doesn’t seem entirely right.

Save for the bloody mark that seems branded into your forehead, you look like you’re quietly sleeping on the metal slab that supports your body. After all the pain and agony you’ve caused in him, sleepless nights and long days of wondering, hoping you’d be okay. Why is it that he’s the one affected by you? Why is it that he’s the one who’s going to have to say goodbye again? He stares at your unmoving form as if that’ll give him an answer, but it doesn’t. And the pit in his stomach swells again. He’s just so angry all the time. Megumi breathes out. “It’s my turn to take watch for a while.”

“You’re early,” Nanami’s deep baritone chastises, but he gets up from the seat anyway. He smooths out the wrinkles in his suit, before slowly placing a hand on the other’s shoulder. The weight is heavy, and somehow doesn’t soothe him at all. But there’s an attempt, he guesses. He’s still not entirely sure why everyone is looking at him like he’s the one who needs it most, broken and disheveled and mourning. He’s been able to finish his tasks like everyone else has, and he can banish the thought of you when he’s supposed to focus on work— at least, mostly. He doesn’t need the fucking pity. “Want some coffee? Or green tea?” Nanami asks, letting his hand slide off when Megumi shrugs.

“No. I’m okay.”

The older man seems to hesitate, simply nodding when he walks past. Before closing the door behind him, he once again clears his voice, and Megumi turns over his shoulder. The blond has this look in his eyes, of pity, as he talks. “Megumi, there’s a chance she pulls through.” Why again - that fucking pity? “Don’t give up.” Though it makes him tingle with an unbearable sort of itch deep under the skin, he grits his teeth, and his brain’s hot and irritated when he responds.

“I wasn’t going to.” Nanami doesn’t seem to believe him, but still softly slides the door closed behind him, and when the footsteps grow softer and softer, Megumi allows for a second to collect himself. He braces his hands onto the metal as he leans in, close enough to feel just the slightest bit of your warmth on his fingers, and see the way you’re still breathing, though shallow, too faint for his liking. His brows pinch when he finds himself with his forehead pressed to your stomach, hunched over like he’s praying at your shrine or something. But he can’t help it.

As much time as he spent beside you with a frown on his face, it never feels enough. He can’t stay away, like it’s an involuntary thing— you leave him no choice in the matter. Even here in the darkness, whining softly into your wheezed breaths, it isn’t enough to be beside you. He can’t do anything from here at your bedside; and that uselessness makes him feel even more uneasy. He needs to be closer to you. Wants to be so close you two get stuck together and melt together like an inseparable entity, would want to crawl inside you if he could.

His nose presses into the clean shirt that smells like your laundry, as he clenches his fists so hard along the table edge they start to ache. His eyes are pressed closed tight when he allows him just a second to nose below your sternum, and that uncomfortable stinging sensation comes back to his eyes. “Fucking idiot,” his lips brush against your covered skin, taking in the lack of heat, of your smell and the way you sounded with his face buried there, “I didn’t mean it.”

“Aw, ow, ow, Megumi~” You pout with a pitched whine as his hand stays screwed around your knee for a little longer, keeping you trapped under his heavier, taller body so that you start wiggling. Your head falls back against his arm, and you lean to press a few kisses to his wrist that’s holding your own to the floor. “Be more gentle.” You pout when you pull back and flash him that fucking look that sends icy shivers down his spine, and exactly nothing else. “You can be gentle, can’t you?” Every other part of him flushes with heat under your doe-eyed, pitiful look, definitely when you start wiggling out of his grasp like you’re suddenly over the game.

You started it. He wouldn’t put himself in your range on purpose. When you’re about halfway out from under his crouched form, you sit up to be face to face; and you brush your hand past his ear, down his jaw and neck and trail his collarbones, all places he’s convinced are now stained a bright, obnoxious pink from his flush. You let your fingers linger when you tilt your head aside a bit so you can slot your lips over his into a sweet, little kiss, and you pull your lips into another pout. “Swear you’re doing it to hurt me sometimes. I’m never trying to hurt you, you know.” A few strands of hair fall over your eye when you sit below him, and he has to fight every single muscle in his body not to push it back for you.

He wants to see your eyes. He wants you to see him like this, pinned under you like the attraction you render him as— his body collapses on top of you as you start giggling all fucking cutely, and his heart races more than it ever has. Your heartbeat drums into his face when he buries it into your softness, chest against his cheek, too long for his own sanity before he drags himself off you. And it is a drag. His entire body starts feeling sluggish when you’re this close to him, close enough to drown himself in your scent. He won’t ever say it, but that scent gets him hard and awfully mellow all at once, his cock coming to life in his pants before he’s moving.

You look happy. Your eyes are those bright, gentle colors that rain down on him, and your lips are quirked into a soft smile, you must know what you’re doing to him. Setting him up for failure again. He huffs and pushes himself onto his back instead, knocking his head to the floor while you’re moving from the rug - splaying your knees either side of him before you nuzzle right back on top of his chest and make it even harder to get a breath, let alone catch it. He’s sure he’s panting a little when you leave your warmth draped all over him, and you don’t do anything other than be there.

His arms are still on the floor, his body rigid under you, but you’re softly giggling into his peck before he frowns down at you again when you catch his eyes. “What?”

“Your heart is beating super fast,” you admit, not proud, not gloating - just stating the fact, and heat overtakes his neck now too. Instead of letting you wind him up any further, he bucks you off and switches positions again, now with your two wrists caught in his hands as you squeak with the ache that probably lodges in your back.

“Can you get off of me?” He sits back on his feet, not letting go of your hands yet, before your eyes flutter and you grab him back. Well, brush your fingers over the skin you can reach, pawing at him just enough to tickle. “What’s with you today?” he bites back, and also snatches his hands back to escape the onslaught of feelings that wash over him. You don’t sit up this time, and from the tilt of your head, you’re considering your answer for a while before you speak out.

“Do you like me, Megumi?” Fuck. His room seems to collapse in on itself. Or, maybe it’s his body— because he gets a little more short of breath, and his thoughts short circuit as his mouth stupidly drops open. He’s choked up for long enough that he has to clear his voice to try an answer, and even then, he gets stuck. You’re studying him so closely it must show. The blaring warmth that fills him up and makes his ears bright red. After another second, your eyes seem to dim slightly, as you push your cheek to your shoulder, opening yourself up to even more attacks. “Love y’, ‘gumi.”

He straightens up with enough tightness in his chest to choke him, makes his eyes sting and his head blare cold, painful warnings— he grabs some of the glasses from the small table beside him, launches it straight into the wall until it shatters into a million pieces upon impact. The loud clang doesn’t do anything to settle his anger, where he fists his hands into his hair and pulls, in hopes the worry will somehow vanish.

“Why do you always have to be such a hero?” he hisses, even though you can’t answer now, “wouldn’t it have been enough to just stay here with me?!” He tilts your face to his and drops his lips to yours, and that familiar softness is enough to have him clenching his eyes shut again against the tears. He kisses you until your mouth opens a bit, then slides his tongue up against yours and grips your shoulders, pulling your limp body towards him more. “I’ll be better to you.” He pleads. You don’t move, and the breaths going over his cheeks are so shallow.

But he can’t stop himself from tangling your tongue with his, licking into your mouth and chasing the warmth until he runs out of breath. You’re so fucking pretty still. He kisses you again, bumping teeth, and grips your hip hard as he lays over you a little more, chest to chest and feeling it brush against him with each soft pant he lets out, each gravelly moan. It doesn’t hurt so much to brush his tongue against yours, to swallow your taste on his tongue until his lips numb — but while it doesn’t ache, it’s also not enough. Before he’s able to think about the morality of his actions, his thumbs are hooking under your shirt and pushing it up, over your soft belly and ribcage all the way up until it’s over your tits, where his lips travel to as soon as the skin’s exposed. You’re so soft still, too.

He’s not sure what he’s doing other than leaving messy, open mouth kisses onto you, kneading your skin between his hands as all the warmth in his body pools into his groin. Your tits are sucked into his mouth, one then the other, as he rubs his face into the doughy skin, then he’s pulling and pinching at your tits like he knows makes you whimper. The sound’s burned into his working memory, and it drives him on to run his face down your soft body to the part where your thighs meet. The skin just above your skirt of the softest, warmest, and he full on moans when his cock twitches hard in his pants and he reaches down to grab himself.

Normally you’d be blinking up at him now, sending him that little look with grabby hands, ready to wrap your puffy lips around him— it’s different when it’s his hand screwed around himself and not even moving yet. he can’t, or he’ll cum in his pants, and he’s not going to waste his cum like that when your warm pussy’s right before him. He’s shaky when he pushes the fabric up, flipping it over your tummy; and groans again when he licks down your panties and mouths at the seat of it. It tastes so much like you his eyes roll back, and his knees give a little, while more precum leaks out of him and into his pants.

He frees his hands momentarily to slide you to the edge of the metallic table, two hands gripping your butt and squeezing, then hooking his finger in your panties to just pull them aside. He doesn’t care about the chaffing he’ll have. Not even a second thought when your little pussy is in front of him, and he pushes his mouth to you for some open mouthed kisses, down to your pussy and back up. Wrapping his mouth around your clit, he sucks hard, and rubs the bud a few times with his tongue. He swears your breathing goes more pitched and heavier when he does, when his fingers trail down your puffier lips to rub the bit of wetness around.

His cock’s painfully hard in his pants, and after a few more times licking you up and down so that your slick covers the entire bottom half of his face, he pushes the zipper down and then takes himself out to watch how red and sore the head of his cock already is, oozing pre and coating both his boxers and his shaft. He spits into his hand to give himself a few tight-wrung pumps, tighter than he likes normally- if he doesn’t, he’ll spill all over your cute, little pussy. He pushes his fingertips inside your now wetter cunt, watching it wink and beg for something to fill, and groans when one finger slides in with ease.

Your soft walls are still soft and hot around him, giving mean licks over your clit again and again in a way that would normally overstimulate you too easily. You don’t whimper or whine now, take his finger nice and sweet inside your squelching, gooey walls, only making a little noise when he slides in a second and he can feel the slight bit of stretching you need. He’s dripping onto the table now, balls tight and heavy - imagines how you moan and look when you’re sucking on them and you smack your lips with each open mouthed kiss or lick. You between his legs is always enough to have his knees giving, and it’s no different now, he has to hold himself up against you before he thinks better of it.

You’re slid back on the table too easily, making room for him when he pushes one of your legs aside— and let out a slight gasp when he hoists himself over your body. He just wants you. So bad. It’s not so embarrassing when you’re not awake to see how fucking crazy he looks, flushed, cock twitching between his legs as he strains to kiss you again, lick over your tongue for more of your taste, and breathes your name. “Baby, fuck- I need to be inside you.” He wants to hide away in your safety forever. A crystalline, fucked up thought springs up in his mind for just a second, but he banishes that with a few blinks.

Instead he lines himself up over your hot, needy pussy and pushes inside just the head at first, grunting tightly at the softness that envelops him. His whole body shudders as he pushes in deeper, feeling that pit in his stomach expand with each inch that he goes deeper, tangles his fingers with yours when he bottoms out and fills you up so well. You’re curled into his touch, and he kisses you, his thoughts blanking as he pulls back, and snaps his hips back inside you. You’re hot and wet and it feels so fucking good, clenching your hand inside his larger one. It’s not fair. He’s losing his mind, and you’re always the end of him.

His cock rubs against your swollen insides with rough, imprecise strokes — he doesn’t mean to, it’s just that trying to focus on anything other than the heat as he slides in and out of your tight pussy is too much. You’re too much; you’re haunting him even now. He kisses down your face to your neck, sucks on your skin and bites down hard enough to make a serious mark, wanting to hear you cry. Normally, you’d cry out his name so pretty, dig your nails into his back until he’s letting you go and grinding back on his cock, but you can’t do that now. His cockhead bumps your spot each time he fucks himself into you further, but it’s not enough.

It’s never been enough. He wants to be closer to you, and that horrible image that was launched into his head creeps back up before his eyes, bloody and horrible. Maybe he always told himself that he hated you because - no matter how much he fought, he would never be able to stomach actually hurting you as much as it hurts him. But now, withering on top of you as his cock thumps with how much blood rushes south, everything else falls away. He wants to claw and bite and carve his way to your insides and make you pay just a little for his sins. His body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat, thighs pumping blood through his body to his lungs, his gut, his cock.

He pulls out of you to kiss down your tits and over your covered ribs, thumbing over the head of his cock and gliding it over your puffy clit, your wet pussy lips and flicking it just in and out of your drooling cunt— before he puts a sloppy few kisses there too, tongue coated in slick. The blood pumps through his head so hard he feels dizzy, pounding behind his eyes as the heat of your cunt overwhelms him entirely. It’s too hard to stay sane -he’s never felt less sane than now- when you’re laying below him like this, ready to leave him all alone. You wormed your way into his heart when he didn’t want it, and now, now that’s all about to end.

His mouth is dry, but he’s drooling as he grips your thigh and kneads the doughy skin of your tummy— looking so soft and warm and perfectly shaped for him. He wants -needs, needs it, to feel you swallow him, ruin him- to cut you open and eat your insides out with the sick force of what he’s feeling right now— he groans your name again, desperately trying and failing to get it out of his head— the more he tries the better it feels to think it. Despite having his fist around the base of his cock, stings of white shoot over your body as he crumples in on himself and paints you with his cum. He’s still hard though, painfully so, and as soon as he’s done cumming he can already feel the building urge to do it again, trailing his shaking fingers down to your clenching pussy and rubbing your clit until your body starts wiggling back just a little too.

Megumi wants to go, bury this urge down and never think of it again. He really does— but it’s like he’s possessed, drooling over your body and flicking his cock in and out of your pussy without sliding back in. He might’ve had it wrong this whole time, but if this is love - God, he loves you, he loves, loves, loves you so much he’s not ever going to have enough. Can’t ever say goodbye, not when his entire soul’s been bound to yours, has been rotted away into nothing like this. There’s only you, and him; and he can’t get close enough to make this fucking feeling go away.

With black spots swimming over his vision, he’s not sure what he’s doing until he’s knelt on the floor and shards of glass cut his knees open through his pants; he doesn’t feel it - just trembles as he gets one of the larger shards and crawls back to you, right between your plush thighs as he kisses your face over and over until he feels like he’ll be sick. “Forgive me when you wake up, baby.” It doesn’t really sound like him anymore, faint and messy as he ruts his cock against the inside of your thigh and stares at your face for a little longer. He paws at your tummy again, maybe it’s the lack of oxygen - he feels like he hasn’t taken a breath in ages - or the fact that all his blood is cleary in his swollen cock, hot and heavy.

He kisses you again, pants against your chest as he watches between your two bodies as one arm keeps him up, and the other drags the shard of glass below your belly button just hard enough to create a little cut. He just- just wants to be a little closer, you’ll let him, you’ll let him- he’s been so fucking mean to you and if he can just do this, he’ll make it up to you. Specks of blood well up that he swipes his thumb through to slide it into his mouth, get used to the taste of copper on his tongue. Sometimes he bites your lip hard enough to split it, and you tear up and whine, tangle your fingers in his hair.

He could cum on the spot when you yank like that, but the taste now isn’t enough. As he pushes the shard of glass into your skin harder, watching one layer make way for another, tougher tissue that still gives when he grids down a little- he waits for the moment where he feels bad, regrets and walks it all back- but the feeling doesn’t come. Your body looks so pretty like this, robbed of your innocence by his hands; and he doesn’t wanna cum yet, fuck. The adrenaline swimming in his head is pounding too hard to feel anything other than love for you, and the pulling, almost unbearable sensation of wanting to slide back into you. The blood pools around the hole as he slides along, hearing the skin squelch and snap, building a sweat along his neck and collar. Maybe you’d lick it up if you were awake.

The blood runs, covers his entire fist that’s wrapped tight around the glass, it creates little rivers that you’ll both be laying in soon. He coughs, before kissing you below your jaw, feeling the weak pulse beneath his lips— and righting himself to look at his work with a better angle, groaning. There’s both more blood and less than he expected, pooling in your belly button, all over your pretty pussy, his thighs and hands- his cock not yet. He drops the glass aside as he thumbs over the wound and sure enough- he’s cut through fat and muscle and sinew without too much struggle, because you’re soft all over.

He pushes the fleshy gash open more, thumbs over the clean cut he made with a strange sort of fascination before the hot, hot blood gets to be too much for his curiosity and he leans in to lick from your clit up, up, up until his tongue reaches the raised, tight skin— what has he done, what’s he doing, this, this isn’t — he can’t stand the heat that’s coming out of you for long, and it smells, but that isn’t what sticks with him right now. He’s never wanted to be closer. The gaping pouch of your belly’s drooling red for him. The head of his cock twitches when he feels the hot of your stomach coating him in blood, and coating you in turn. The cum from before’s all but washed away, but he’s sure he can give you another couple orgasms before he tuckers out.

He’s strung so high all of this feels like a dream, like his head is about to roll off of his neck; he pushes in with a garbled sort of sound that comes from deep, deep inside him. The skin doesn’t wanna give way at first, but he manages to push back hard enough before suddenly he’s inside, and it’s like nothing else. The pressure of a slab of skin taking him where it’s not meant to go— bleeding and whining out like this, it’s euphoric. He’s able to see his cock’s outline glide into you until it’s bulging your stomach, squelching and sucking him back in; feels like you’re taking him deeper than ever, letting him fuck his cock so deep he’ll hit your ribs soon. You’re so fucking beautiful, even like this, getting coated and letting him fuck it.

He doesn’t know what it’s like to feel like you’re dying, but the peace that washes him entirely clean might be close; he grinds his hips into you hard enough to rock your body under him as he laces your hands again. Both, this time, just chasing after an end that seems like it’ll never come.

He feels infinite. Your blood’s so hot it’s almost painful, and the tightness of the hole he carved into you is entirely different from your pussy, pushing back against him like you’re begging him to get out. He imagines you’d beg so pretty- but he’s inside you, finally inside and deeper than anyone’s ever been. He’s able to watch his cock blow up your belly and make it hollow when he pulls back, and God- he should feel worse than he does. He could swallow you whole if you’d let him. The feeling has him shuddering over you as he pants your name, makes your tits brush over his chest- and his balls smack against the smooth stretch of skin until he can’t feel his feet any longer.

Now he’s got you dirtied, he wants to ruin you too, leave you a mangled mess of flesh and swallow every last bit of you until he never forgets the taste. But that would require he’d stop fucking his hot cock into your bloody, little pouch, and that won’t happen. He’s panting, sweat running down his back from the effort, and his groin starts to feel a little raw too. He might’ve been going for hours by now, licking your mouth clean from his drool only to dirty you again. The head of his cock feels fucked raw inside you, and his thighs shake before his shoulders square over you.

Megumi speeds up his pace fucking into your guts -actually- until he clenches every muscle, is overcome again and reaches heaven inside you, spurting creamy white into the pouch he’s created for himself; “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” his hand has to twist into an uncomfortable position to reach for your clit, but he wildly does it anyway— cramping up, until he’s collapsing on top of you and stilling inside. The stench of blood makes the entire room smell, as he thumbs over the side of your blood-coated thigh with one hand, and feels the shaking all the way up and down his spine. He pulls out so slowly, pumping the last bits of cum out with a throaty moan, before he slides off the table onto awfully shaky legs.

If he was any more lucid, he’d think twice before leaning by your side to kiss your eyes, your nose, your pouty lips as the tears that must’ve been building for a while run down your temple— and suppresses the need to actually eat you- for now, he rubs a softer hand over your exposed tummy, before folding the now blood-drenched fabric of your skirt back down to hide your puffy pussy, lest he be tempted again. He whispers his love into your ears, nuzzles at your hairline until the feeling comes back to his hands and feet and he tucks his spent cock back into his boxers, and goes about cleaning the mess he made of the floor.

It’s only when an uncomfortable scratchy sound comes that he notices the burning heat on his neck, the dried sweat painfully sticky— and straightens up beside you when you start to shake again. Immediately his worry is sky high. Even in the gross air of mixed blood and cum and the scent of sex soaking everything, his mind is just clear enough to hold your head when you thrash around a few times, and your chest rises wildly up and down. Then before his very eyes, the damage he’d done upon you slowly starts to stitch itself together, like weaving threads. Lacing you up until every bit of muscle, fat, and skin restores to it’s pristine glory before he ever touched you, with a little puff of cursed energy.

He bites his lip hard when the shaking stops, and your back lands back onto the metal with a soft clang. The noise is louder now it’s quiet in the room. Megumi waits for a bit longer before he brushes the hair from your face, and doesn't mind it that he’s leaving tracks. The darkness is filled with his tense breathing, and then — every sound at once. Your eyes shoot open with a cry, sobbing out like a baby for a few painful seconds. But then spot him thumbing your tears away devoted like he is -though he won’t admit it to you, and you let out a noise of pure relief.

It’s almost poetic, when you crash back into his arms and this time, he lets your arms wind around his waist.

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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LUST • KYOJURO RENGOKU | the seven slutty sins series • part three

you’re his one and only vice..

perv!rengoku, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, phone sex, cum licking/finger sucking, roleplay, infidelity

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it was embarrassing..truly.

an absolute shame even....but honestly, he couldn’t help himself..he couldn’t help but to run the tip of his finger along the side of his shaft, up to his aching tip that seeped with precum. He couldn’t help but to shudder when he watched you through the window of your home..the one you left open just enough for him to peek through late at night. It was all but inevitable when you stripped down in front of him, peeling layer upon layer off of your body..letting it hit the floor as your beautiful skin because exposed to the cool air. Those supple breasts, plump thighs and perfectly round ass that jiggled with each step. It wasn’t fair..not even a little bit! It wasn’t fair that he was stuck stroking his cock from the sidelines, seeping precum like some hormonal virgin and attempting to stifle his whimpers, instead of being able to pound you from behind as you stood on your tiptoes. Rather than this clenching fist, it should’ve been that tight pussy wrapped around him..squeezing and clamping down as you cried out his name. He was a feign for you, an addict even..he just couldn’t help himself! Kyo was a well kept man who seemed innocuous enough to the rest of the world but behind closed doors..he harbored a dirty little secret. He was an addict! He craved physical contact all the time and when he couldn’t get it, he allowed his imagination to run wild. He got creative..even now, as he watched you through the window, completely undressed..sprawl out on your bed. Legs parted to each side as your fingers glided down your slit. Those pretty brown lips parted to reveal a bright pink center. You were like that of forbidden fruit..tantalizing, sweet yet unattainable. He wanted you desperately, craved you beyond comprehension but all he could do was continue pumping..stroking himself as he watched you join in on the fun. Gliding your tongue across your lips and eventually propping a finger or two inside of your mouth to lubricate them. Tasting the remnants of yourself on the pads. “Fuck..I bet you taste so good, baby..” he knew you saw him. He knew that you were his one object of desire right now so you decided to give him a show. To keep his eyes fixated on you. “Go slow, beautiful..play with it, just like that..” Groping your own tits and pinching the nipples, you’d plunge those digits knuckle deep and whimper his name. Pounding into yourself, wishing it were him. Bucking those hips to meet the thrusts as you imagined it was that big dick of his stretching you out. “I want to stretch you open, (y/n)..wanna make you feel so good, baby..” This was wrong in so many ways…a sin of the utmost caliber but you both loved it! Loved the rush that came along with doing something salacious. Something that neither of you had any business doing.

after all…you were someone else’s. That much apparent by the giant rock glistening from your ring fingering. Even so, it stopped neither of you from crying out and begging for one another because it was only him that could satisfy your body and vice versa. The sounds of your squelching heat ringing out over the speaker of his phone, along with loud moans. Calling him all types of lewd names and all the things you want him to do. They didn’t fall on deaf ears because in a matter of moments, Kyo couldn’t hold back and he couldn’t contain himself. He wanted to fulfill your fantasy more than anything and the thought of that alone was what sent him over the edge. Grunting and cursing as warm beads of pearl colored liquid came gushing over his knuckles. The best nut he’s had in a long time but it can’t be it..he needs more! After all, when lust consumes you, it’s impossible to come out of it. Even when you know it’s morally wrong in every way.

“My husband isn’t home, maybe you should come over and we can really have some fun.”

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leviismybby · 1 year

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Flashbacks pt.2

Parining: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, minors dni, mastrubation both m! and f!, riding, oral m! receiving, light bondage, fingering, unspoken feelings from Levi and the reader, oh boy you're in for a ride....

Part 1

Part 3

"Levi!" Your voice is the best melody he has ever heard, he can listen to you moan his name all day. "Want me to go deeper sweetheart?" He gently plants a hand behind your neck pulling you into him.

It's that skin-to-skin contact that makes him go wild. Levi feels like his body is on fire, you're so pretty and spend, it's such an addictive sight.

"Inside me Levi please." Oh, how can he deny you when you're begging for his cum in such a sweet voice? He will give you what you want, he will always give you anything you ask for.

Levi opens his eyes, he is breathing laboriously, and sweat is dripping down his forehead onto his sheets. "What the fuck...." He says, checking under his sheet, he is hard, fully hard.

A dream?.... A fucking wet dream? He has never had one of those, what are you doing to him? Levi sits up putting his face into his hands, how will he look you in the eyes today? His whole squad will be training under him today, which means that you'll be there too.

The sun is just rising, lighting his room up in orange colors. He has to take a shower now, it's like he had a full-on workout. Even in his dreams, you haunt him. It's not fair. For a second he thinks that you might be a witch, you put some kind of spell on him and now he doesn't have another thought in his mind other than you.

Cold water hits his back and he inhales sharply, the marks your nails left still feel fresh. Four whole days have passed since that night happened and the more time that goes by, the more you consume his thoughts.

Hesitantly his hand reaches down to grab his cock as he pictures your curves. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He pumps his cock in his hand, head thrown back against the shower wall.

That perfect cunt, so tight and warm. Those immaculate breasts that fit perfectly into his hands. That face you make when you are about to cum.

Everything about you was perfect. There isn't another word that Levi can describe you in.

Feeling himself get close he bites his lower lip, it doesn't feel half as good as you did but it will have to do for how. He bucks his hips, cum spilling onto the floor.

He is fucked.

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You roll in your bed for the hundredth time unable to sleep, usually you're out like a log but specific someone isn't letting your brain sleep.

Levi isn't getting out of your head, it's like he permanently implanted himself in your thoughts. He clearly has zero intention to move. To go. For you to forget him. Accept that it was just a one-time thing.

But how could you possibly think that when he held you in his arms as you cuddled next to his fireplace when he made you tea and massaged your sore areas before you fell asleep?

There is no point in denying that you want him again. You want to feel that euphoria of him between your thighs looking at you like a man starved.

Before you can think your hand has already slowly made its way past your pajama shorts into your underwear. You hiss as your cold fingers touch your most sensitive spots, slowly rubbing your figures back and forth.

Screw you, Levi. You think as you put one finger in, burying your face into your pillow. This is the best you can do to at least ease the tension in your body a little.

Your back arches off the bed as you picture Levis head between your legs. Walls, he was good with his tongue, you remember his every movement.

Not to mention his fingers, what else did you expect, the man was an expert on working with ODM gear, of course, he is equally skilled when they are buried deep in you.

You bit into your shirt,a quiet moan leaves your lips and you cum. These are the things that this man has you doing and he isn't even present.

Getting frustrated with yourself, you decide to get up, it's early morning, the sun is rising and your room is lit by beautiful colors.

You have training today with your squad and that means seeing your captain. You're still gonna have to wear a turtleneck, the hickies are still visible.

Levi and you haven't crossed paths since that night for whatever reason. In the back of your mind, you hope that you drive him crazy as much as he drives you crazy. It's only fair.

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After breakfast you head out with Olou and Petra, snickering at their childish bickering or flirting, whichever they prefer. The three of you walk onto the training ground joining the rest of your squad.

Captain Levi is sitting on one of the crates looking his odm gear over. From the corner of your eyes you glance at him, he seems focused almost like your presence doesn't bother him at all.

Stop looking at me damn it you. Levi thinks as he feels your eyes on him, his foot starts tapping on the ground. The rest of the squad doesn't notice the thick air between you two.

You look back at Eld as he talks about his last titan kill, all proud of himself. Can Levi go back to normal after everything? Was it really just a one-night stand and nothing beyond that?

"Listen up." Levi's voice catches your attention, his eyes focused on Gunther as he spoke. "Today you will be working solo, I want speed, the fastest you can go. Commander Erwin has reported that there were more abnormal titans than usual during the last expedition."

All of you salute. "Yes sir!" Your eyes found Levis, it's quick but it's enough to send shivers down both of your bodies. This is going to be a long training day....

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"Yes!" You shout as you successfully cut down the training dummy, this was the fastest you have ever done it. Deciding to take a quick break, you let yourself on the ground and lean against a tree.

Training might have maintained your thoughts from going back to that night with Levi but it didn't stop you from thinking about Levi. You were wondering where he was, it was required for the captains in charge of training to check up on their squad members every ten to twenty minutes, it's been about an hour and he still hasn't shown up to check on you.

Grabbing your water flask, you sit on the ground looking up at the bright clouds. You close your eyes to inhale the fresh air but instead of getting peace, you get a memory...

All that can be heard in Levi's office are moans and skin slapping. You are currently seated above him in his chair as his hands grab your hips, his cock deep inside of you.

"Fuck. The way you feel!" He growls, his fingers digging into your hips as he starts bouncing you on his cock. Your eyes haven't left each other for a second, neither of you can look away.

And sometimes when you tried, his hand was there to stop you from looking anywhere else but him. He would take your cheek in his hand and turn your head towards him "Don't look away. Please don't." It's like he was begging to look into your eyes, he was closer to you that way. He could see all you feel like he was starting directly into your soul.

When he feels that you're close, he stops moving your hips and you whine desperately trying to cum. "I wanna cum....Levi." You lay your head onto his shoulder and he kisses your hair.

"You'll cum, baby. Wait." He is cockwarming you because he doesn't want it to end. Never in his life has he been so desperate for something. Levi is afraid that if he lets go, it will be over and you might hate him even if you have no reason to.

After a few minutes, he starts rocking your hips back and forth on his cock and you moan into his skin. This is all too much, the intimacy of it all. It's like you're lovers who can't get enough of each other.

But you delete that thought, it doesn't need to be there. This was just a few hours of you two finally breaking that heavy tension you've had for years. Nothing more and nothing less.

Your walls clamp down on him and he moans pulling your hair so that he can see your face when you cum. "I want your eyes on me every time you cum, understood?" He kisses you.

You nod, moaning against his lips. This is insane, how can it feel so good and why does it feel so good with him? Sex was something you had from time to time, just a little stress relief but this was different.

You would die for him right now if he asked you to and Levi would do the same for you.

"I'm cumming!" You pull away from his lips, working your hips in a quick pace. Levi throws his head back and you get a glimpse at how much you marked him. "That's my girl, cum." He says feeling your walls close right around him as you cum.

That's all it takes, he pulls out of you making you whimper at the sudden emptiness and cums all over your thighs and stomach.

"Tch. Is this how you're going to be on expeditions too?" Your head jerks towards the voice and you find Levi standing before you with an unimpressed look on his face.

"No sorry captain." Standing up quickly, you dust the dirt off your uniform. "...I was caught in a daydream." You mumble, not sure if your captain heard you or not.

"I have been watching you from afar. Impressive how fast you were while taking those dummies down. Continue the good work." Honestly, he wasn't paying attention to your skills, he was watching you. More focused on the way your hips moved with that odm gear.

He needs to get away from you. All he wants to do is pin you against this tree and claim your lips, to pull that turtleneck down and give you more bites to worry about.

But he manages to hold back his desires, it's not the time and it for sure isn't the place for those sorts of things.

"Leviii!" He hears Hange call out behind him, already rolling his eyes at her. "What is it four eyes?"

"His majesty Erwin has requested you to his office along with me. He says it's urgent." Hange shrugs her shoulders before quickly winking at you. Urgent? Levi knows Erwin well by now to know that it most likely isn't that serious since he sent Hange to get him.

"Name, you and others continue to work in pairs while I'm absent." He says walking past you with Hange, maybe you really should forget about that night. He seemed to have.

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Turns out that Levi was right about the meeting, it wasn't urgent in any matter, just the military police being annoying pricks like they always were.

As Erwin spoke, Levi's mind didn't focus on a single thing. Again, it was all you. Fuck you looked so good flying with your ODM gear through the air.

The way your eyes looked up at him today reminded him of something......

You're on your knees before him, mouth on his cock, your hand resting on his thigh while the other runs up and down his abs. If Levi could make a portrait of you like this, he would pay all the money in the world just to look at you over and over again.

"You're doing so well for me hmm?" He strokes your hair as you bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your warm mouth.

A hiss leaves his mouth when he feels his head hit the back of your throat and you gag on him. Slight spit is dripping down your mouth, your eyes watery as they look at him.

You deep-throat him a few more times before pulling his cock out of your mouth, your spit connected to his head.

"Fucking filthy.." His hand tangles itself in your hair and he slaps his cock onto your face a few times before bringing it back to your mouth.

"Open those pretty lips." And you do without zero hesitation, you swirl your tongue around his tip for a bit and then take him again fully.

It isn't long before he is twitching in your mouth, both of his hands are tangled in your hair as he pushes you deeper.

"Oh..fuck! Yes just like that.." He moans throwing his head back when he feels you grab his balls to make him finish sooner.

His cum fills your mouth completely and you hum, enjoying his taste. Once you draw your head back, you look up at him and swallow.

Levi might think that he is on the verge of insanity at the sight, fuck he is going to wreck you. His hands fall from your hair to your face, he wipes his cum off the corner of your lips. "That's a good girl but it's my turn now."

He kisses you on the lips, tasting himself on your tongue. You are under him in no time, he licks at your pulse, loving the way you shiver under him. "Will you let me try something?" He gently moves the hair from your face, your eyes are already saying yes to him but he wants to hear your voice.

"Anything." That sweet tone of your voice is enough to make him fired up again, he stands up and takes his cravat from the floor. "Give me your hands." The way that you obey immediately makes Levi let out a groan, you are perfect aren't you?

Tying your hands together, Levi pins them above your head. His other hand travels down your body and he slips his finger into your heat.

You arch your back off the sofa, monas filling Levis ears. "I have fucked you already, how are you still this fucking tight?" His finger curls deep inside of you and Levi soon adds a second one.

"Mmmm!" You close your eyes from the pleasure but then open them when you feel him stop moving. "Why did you stop?"

"Because I want those eyes on me beautiful." You obey looking at him, God he looks so pretty in the moonlight. "There you go."

His fingers pump into you with a ruthless speed and you feel that your high will soon hit. Levi feels it too, he feels the way your walls clench around his fingers.

A third finger enters you and you hate the fact that you can't touch him right now. Levi is focusing on the faces you're making as your eyes are locked, he enjoys the fact that he is the one who brings you this much pleasure.

"You gonna cum on my fingers for me?" You moan. "Kiss me, Levi." He can't say no when you say it like that. His lips crash onto yours and you whine against his mouth as you cum on his fingers.

Levi feels his cock strain against his pants, cursing you in his head. How is he supposed to concentrate on anything? All out of focus and sexually frustrated?

Fuck, he has nowhere to run now. It's either having you again or suffering in memory of you and Levi isn't ready for either. If he has you again, he won't let go and he is afraid that his feelings might slip out or show. If he doesn't have you, he will go insane.

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Levi returns to the training ground and sees you sparring with Petra, he darts his eyes away from you. Are you aware of how crazy you make him? Or did you already forget about that night?

"I win!" Petra happily says as she knocks you to the ground. You lost focus again, of course, you did as soon as you saw Levi enter your view the only thing on your mind is how deep inside of you he was a few nights ago.

"Congratulations." You tell Petra as she helps you get up. Fixing your straps your eyes lock with Levi and your breath hitches in your throat. There is something in them that you can't read, like a force pulling you in.

"Are we done for today?" Eld asks out of breath as he and Gunther walk over to you. "We are but remember that Olou and you have stable duty tonight. Name you stay and clean up the training ground."

Levi dismissed all of you, for some reason, you feel upset that he isn't treating you any differently than before. He walks off before you get the chance to talk to him alone.

So that's how it is then.....

After you have cleaned the training gear and prepared everything for tomorrow's training, you return inside heading straight for the dining hall as you feel your stomach grumbling from hunger.

"Name wait!" You see Hange running towards you with papers in her hands. "Here, please report these to the captain." She pushes the papers into your hands and than runs off towards the commander's office. Damn. You can't escape him, can you?

You feel like your heart is going to jump out of your chest as you stand before his office, you haven't been in there since...well...

Knocking a few times you wait for a response. "What?"

"It's me. Section commander Hange told me to give you these papers sir." The door opens, Levi stands in front of you with his cravat undone making you catch a glimpse of the marks you left on his collarbones, you glump.

Levi takes the papers from your hands, reading through the first report, he notices your eyes on him. "Need something else name?"

Fuck, that voice. He begs you to say yes, yes you do, to push him back into his office and lock the door as he has his way with you again.

He steps away from the door, leaving it open so that he gives you a choice, that look in his eyes is loud and clear. If you walk in he will know that you want this as bad as he does but if you don't, he won't try pursuing you again.

A sly smirk appears on his features as he hears the door close and then lock.

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napakmahal · 7 months

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FIFTEEN DOLLARS? (W/ Hiro & Tadashi Hamada)

“Are you sure this is safe?” Hiro’s sassy voice questioned staring at the apartment building.

A few weeks ago, Aunt Cass had signed Hiro up for a teen connection class because she just wanted him to be around people his age. A fourteen year old in college didn’t make a whole lot of fourteen year old friends. A girl, Esmé, had invited everyone in the group to her quinceañera. After an entire week of deciding what to wear and what kind of gift to buy they were left with one question: What to do with Hiro’s hair.

Hiro’s hair was wild, thick, and untamable. Nothing could persuade it to lay flat. Even as a baby, Hiro was born with anentire head of hair that the doctors swore up and down would fall off within a few weeks and that they should enjoy it while it lasted . Dead wrong. Hiro’s hair only got bigger and more wild resulting in him having to get his first haircut before he’d even turned a full year old. And Aunt Cass refused to be embarrassed by having him show up to a fifteen year old girls birthday party just looking any ol’ way.

As a solution, Tadashi had heard through the grapevine (Wasabi) about a cosmetology student that did hair for cheap out of her apartment. All her socials were promoting her business and posting photo’s of her different clients with all types of lengths, textures, and colors. It seemed like she could do anything. Having someone else deal with Hiro Hamada’s kraken hair for only twenty bucks was a straight up steal.

The only conditions was Tadashi had to go with Hiro and stay the entire time. Aunt Cass was slightly skeptical about her nephew being in someone else’s house they they didn’t know personally.

“Yes it’s safe knucklehead, lot’s of people do stuff like this.” Tadashi explained. He’d be lying if going to someone else’s home to get his hair done wasn’t in some ways a culture shock. His hair was fine and never too complex to the point where sometimes he could trim away at his own bangs until he could get a haircut. But he’d never been to someone who could do hair like she did. Seemed fine.

But just as he’d said that, the doors to apartment 512 burst open and reveal a mother wrestling to hold her young daughter who’d just gotten small scalp braids in the shape of hearts. The little girls head was tender as the hair pulled at her scalp and the mother daughter duo left, with her still screaming her little face off.

Hiro’s jaw nearly dislocated from his face. “Dude!”

“W-well,” Tadashi stuttered. “Little people, low pain tolerance. Let’s go!”

No amount of jumpscares could inspire Tadashi to even touch Hiro’s hair. Once when he was younger, Tadashi noticed Hiro had a large knot carefully hidden in the back of his head. Trying to be a role model big brother, Tadashi sat him down in the bathroom with a wet brush and detangler. After nearly two hours, tender-headed Hiro was crying over his scalp and Tadashi was about to start crying over the carpal tunnel he developed trying to brush out the knot and the brush Hiro’s hair had snapped in half. Even after all of that, there was still some of the knot left Tadashi left Aunt Cass to take care of herself.

The closer the brothers got to the door they could hears shuffling and moving around. “Sorry, sorry! Just come on in!” A girl shouted from inside the apartment.

She was switching out all of the little bows for different color mini elastics, the butterfly clips for bobby pins, and a hair pick for a regular brush. The TV was on to different movie watching apps that the client got to choose from and a small tray of snacks for them to take from while she did her hair.

“Hi, um y/n?” Tadashi walked in after Hiro.

Breathlessly, the girl turned around to look her client and his big brother in the face. “Yeah, you’re Hiro and Tadashi right? Wasabi’s friends.”

“Yeah-oh” Gah Dayum.

She was pretty. Like ‘pretty girl rock’, ‘Hrs & Hrs’, ‘Golden Hour’ pretty. Tadashi was biting back a smile but it’s very hard to mask emotion filled eyes.

“Bro,” Hiro cleared his throat and elbowed his big brother in the ribcage.

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Yeah that’s us.”

She laughed at his mistake and it was over. Her teeth were beautiful and her laugh made the songs of whales sound like someone needed their tonsils taken out.

“Alright, Hiro you can sit down on the pillow there. Tadashi there’s a chair right next to the couch and you guys can take from the snack tray.” Hiro criss crossed onto the pillow she’d placed on the floor after helping himself to a small bag of shrimp chips and Tadashi simply took a chilled bottle of water.

“So what are we doing today?” She started by brushing Hiro’s hair.

The fourteen year old shrugged. “Umm, I’m not sure I just need to get it out of my face and look nice.”

“ Well can I just say, you have very beautiful hair. It’s so thick, I can do a lot with this.” She continuously ran her fingers through Hiro’s hair, all the way down to his scalp.

Now, Tadashi is a very emotionally mature person. Even as a child he was always reserved adn very logical. With that ideology he has come to understand that jealousy is a very ugly emtoion and if you are jealous that’s just a sign you need to communicate your feelings. But how to you communicate that you’re jealous because the girl you met a few seconds ago is touching your fourteen year old brothers hair and not yours?

“What do you think about, dutch braids?” She took her index fingers and ran them from the tops of his forehead, down to the back of his neck.

Tadashi nearly spat out his drink at the idea of Hiro having dutch braids. “Does he have enough hair for that?”

“Oh definitely, he has more than enough.”

Hiro, not knowing what dutch braids were just let them talk and they decided what to do with his hair. Honestly, he didn’t care but he knew that it would be embarrassing and rude to show up to Esmé’s quinceañera looking messy.

The three ended up watching Game of Thrones in classic nerdy fashion, but it was definitely shocking when Hiro had no reaction to Viserys taking off Dany’s dress or Ned chopping off the deserters head off.

“Have you seen this show before?” Y/n asked almost outraged that Hiro had no reaction to seeing Dany’s wedding to the Khal along with all the death, blood and fornication.

“Yeah,” He answered plainly. “But I didn’t read the books. He did.”

Tadashi had read all of the game of thrones books and was waiting for the author to finish the series. Season eight almost made him walk into moving traffic.

“I finished all the published ones and I wanted to watch the show for comparison but we share a room. Everything I watch he watches too even if he doesn’t want to see it.”

“Aww, you guys share a room that’s so cute.” Y/n gushed while applying hair gel to Hiro’s parted hair to make the style tight and clean.

“Ew no!”

“It’s not cute, he’s messy.” Tadashi kicked his brother in the leg.

Hiro stuck his tongue out, “You’re bossy.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes and continued to braid but not before looking Tadashi in the eyes for just a few seconds before his brown eyes drifted down to her lips. He didn’t mean for them to he just got a little…distracted.

Soon the conversations just started flowing as if you’d known them all your life.

“Wait, you used to be a bot fighter?” She practically screeched.

A little embarrassed, Hiro blushed and looked down into his lap. “Yeahhhh.”

“Oh my gosh, Hiro that’s not okay! That’s so dangerous!”

Tadashi pointed at the girl in victory. “See!”

“Okay in my defense I was bored, I wasn’t in school, and it was an easy way to make money.” He justified.

The two of you just laughed at the teenager as he started scrambling to defend himself like he was in court and the jury was laughing.

“Plus, you know what else was dangerous? When you’d come bursting into the rings to save me.”

Tadashi finished off his water before answering. “Yeah because I cared and didn’t want to turn on the news one day and find you dead or have you come back beaten up.”

“Okay, you guys didn’t seem to care that much when I payed the light bill on café or when I paid the car note!”

Y/s removed one hand from his hair to ball it up into a fist and place it in front of her lips, “Ooooh!”

Tadashi flattened his mouth before saying, “Next topic!”

After about an hour, Hiro’s hair was finished, the show playing in the background was long forgotten, and they were getting ready to leave. It was sad that it was coming to an end. They were so nice and natural. There were clients she’s had that came inf or services that took hours longer and they didn’t speak to her once. Talk about awkward.

Hiro ran to the car, carefully rubbing his finger along his middle part trying to itch it with compression instead of with his nail. Leaving Y/n and Tadashi along to discuss ‘payment’.

“So I’ll just pay and tip you through zelle?”

“Yeah that works fine.”

“Alright. Thank you so much. You did work I could never.” He breathed out.

Y/n smiled and laughed again for the millionth time that day, a sound Tadashi was getting more and more used to listening to that he was sad to think he may never hear it again.

She clapped her hands together, “You’re so welcome. You guys were so awesome and his hair turned out great. Just make sure to wrap it before the party and put more gel un the day of so it still looks fresh.”

“So I-I guess I’ll see you?”

Her eyes softened. “Yeah, I’ll see you too.”

Tadashi thought about opening his mouth. Should he ask? Would she be weird out? I mean they’d never met before since now. But wasn’t that the whole point of going out on dates? To achieve the process of dating?

“Hey would you ever-” He coaxed up the courage to start his question.

Y/n’s face pointed up at him, waiting for him to ask the question. Would he do it? Or was she being delusional and he was just a really friendly guy?

“Yes?” She encouraged.

Defeated at the feeling of knowing he couldn’t say it, he back peddeled. “Would you ever consider cutting my hair? Or do you not do that?”

“Oh um, I’m not the greatest at using my clippers so I could if you don’t care what your hair looks like.” Her voice dripped with disappointment.

In the midst of all the silence came a loud HONK . Tadashi stuck his head out from the door hinge and saw Hiro sitting in the drivers seat with the keys in the ignition of their rust blue truck. Honking the horn to get his brothers attention.

“Ahh, okay we’re gonna go now. But thanks again!”

“No problem, bye. Drive safe.” She smiled, and then shut the door.

Damn it. What if he’d just asked her? Worst thing that could happen is that she just didn’t go out with him. She didn’t go to SFIT so it’s not like she could tell anyone else at his school that he was a weirdo or something.

Tadashi walked back to the car with his tail between his legs and kicked Hiro out of the drivers seat.

“So,” Hiro asked picking at his nails. “Did you do it?”

“Did I do what?”

“Ask her out,” He said like it was obvious. “You clearly like her and she was way into you.”

“Oh my god shut up,” Tadashi rolled his eyes.

The two drove in silence most of the way back until they got back to the café where Tadashi had finally asked Hiro as he hopped out of the truck:

“You really think she was into me?”

Hiro scoffed, “Dude, duh.”

Tadashi stood their contemplating as Hiro got closer to the big glass door before asking again, “Are you sure?”

But instead of answering this time, his little brother just shook his freshly braided head. “You’re pathetic.”

Y/n wasn’t expecting to hear from Tadashi ever again after that. He was the guardian of a client who just happened to sit there, and she’d convinced herself that he was into her. That was on her. Hiro was her last client of the day so she was just left to think about him for the rest of the night. His scent was still lingering on her furniture, completely ruining her mood. Did she do something? Or was it just that he wasn’t into her? Maybe he had a girlfriend. He was cute, nice, and really funny without trying. It would make perfect sense for him to have a girlfriend.

Just before she was about to start doing her skincare routine her phone dinged. A notification from her cashapp showing Tadashi had paid her twenty dollars for the style and then a fifteen dollar tip- wait what? FIFTEEN! Holy shit. And just beofre she closed her phone, she scrolled down ever so slightly to see that there was a message attached to the payment.

I know this is a little forward, but I’d love to see you again. What do you think? Give me a call.

Of course she wasn’t being delusional…this time.

#baymax #big hero 6 #big hero six #hiro hamada #tadashi hamada #tadashi hamada x reader #bh6 x reader #fanfic #fandom #bh6 the series #bh6 wasabi #disney #2014 movies #san fransokyo

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bidisasterevankinard · 1 month

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Wip Wednesday

tagged by @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @cal-daisies-and-briars @tizniz @smilingbuckley <3333

some more from chapter 1 of I'll cover his marks on your skin with mine (I'm sure I can post it before 7x4 so lmk who wants to be tagged)

nsfw bucktommy/tuck again

Buck takes a new condom from the box they left on the nightstand earlier, but before putting it on, he with his finger traces the line of the vein from the tip to the base, being mesmerized by how soft the skin is.

He puts the condom slowly, wanting to touch the man as long as he can, loving how Tommy tries to fuck his hand and makes some pretty moans. He stays like that, stroking Tommy in the slow rhythm till he is fully hard and ready to go, but before grabbing the lube he leans over and kisses the tip before taking some inches into his mouth, moaning around the cock from the feeling of being staffed. It was the moment he blew someone with a dick.

He doesn’t stay for long, just goes up and down several times, not letting Tommy thrust up with his hands holding the man's strong hips.

“I need to practice doing it more,” Buck says, leaving kisses all the way from the pelvic bone to the lips, not kissing the lips, letting Tommy decide if he wants it. He is so satisfied when man leans to him, putting his big hand on his neck slightly squeezing it, and kisses him wild.

“I can give you as much practice as you need,” Tommy winks and Buck smiles at him, straddling his hips one more time.

He quickly grabs the lube and slicks up his fingers, taking some time to warm it up before slicking Tommy and himself one more time.

He can’t help the moan he let out when his two fingers touch his swollen rim, still pretty wet from the first round. He is so sensitive already and he loves it.

“You should see how hot you look when your face is all red, so that your cheeks, birthmark and lips are the same color. Just bright red. So so appealing and so kissable. And the picture of you fingering yourself? Mmm, is so sexy,” Tommy stroking his sides, kissing his neck again, but not biting just carefully kissing the marks, and Buck purrs from affection.

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#fic: I'll cover his marks on your skin with mine #my wips #buddie #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #tuck #bucktommy #911 #911 abc

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I’m an 19 year old jock, brown hair, brown eyes. Could you send a copy of the Dukes of Hazzard Seasons? I really like Bo Duke from the show. Something about his himbo redneck charm just makes me fall for him.

Your Be Kind Rewind tape and die have arrived! You roll the die because the web site said you should, but when you roll a 1, nothing happens. You shrug and pop the Dukes of Hazzard tape into your VCR, hitting rewind so you can make sure to catch every moment from the beginning.

As the tape begins to rewind, you think about how you always kinda thought it made more sense for Bo to be gay, or at least bi. He certainly always seemed to prefer the company of Luke to any of the women in his life. You figured he needed a wild, rough-and-tumble redneck guy who could show up in his life and shake him out of his heteronormative upbringing, show him how different it can be to have a little fun with another willing guy.

Unfortunately, that someone can’t be you. Bo’s not real, first of all. But more importantly, you’re too much of a clean-cut jock for that. You think back to your latest game, and how great the uniforms made the asses of the other players look. Especially that one guy - what was his name? you can’t remember - when he was going to make a… basket? Field goal? What sport do you play again? You shake your head as your memories go fuzzy like an old television that needs adjusting.

You decide to reboot your memory by tracking back to the most recent thing you remember and working your way back to the present from there. You cycle through the fuzzy colors and blurry shapes until you hit on something. Siphoning gas from the sheriff’s tank so you could go on a joy ride. Now that memory is very clear, thankfully. What did you do after that?

As you ponder, you feel a tickling on the back of your neck as your hair grows, slithering down in a greasy tangle. The tickling hits your shoulders, and then your mid-back. You shake your head and your mullet flutters against your back. God, you love that feeling. It was hard-earned, too, it took you years to grow all that shit out.

The next memory falls into place. Going mudding with some of your cousins the day after your joy ride. What a good time! You shake your head again and the tickling transfers to the front of your face as a greasy brown beard drapes from your sideburns down across to your chin, a mustache sprouting as the cherry on top of the unkempt, disheveled sundae.

You stroke your beard as you smile and remember going cow-tipping the next day. You picked the biggest cow, of course, to prove how strong you are… While you think about your prowess, your athletic muscles actually shrink down a bit, leaving you with skinny arms and a slim torso where your ribs are in plain sight.

Getting hot, you remove your shirt and stuff it in your back pocket. Your memories are finally traced back to the game you were trying to remember… That game of darts you were playing at the local bar the other night. God, Buck’s arms looked so daggum delicious in that sleeveless denim shirt. You scratch your chest and light brown hair swirls in a spiral pattern from around your nipples, eventually spreading across your entire torso.

And that last memory brings you back to the present… what was it you were doing right now? You were getting ready to watch something, right? It was a… A… You wanted to watch the sunset from Makeout Point, yeah that’s what it was. But you didn’t want to go alone, which is why you parked your truck here by the local bar. You look around to see a serene roadside bar, the trees gently swaying in the humid breeze. You wipe sweat from your forehead, glad you already took your shirt off so you aren’t feeling too overheated. It’s been a loooooong, hot summer.

Suddenly the squeal of tires distracts you from your reverie. A slick car pulls up and out climbs the most handsome blond guy you’ve ever seen in your life.

You chuckle to yourself. This guy is a hunk of all-American beef, but you can see a little sugar in ‘im. You know he’d be willing to experiment if a stud like you showed him the ropes. He wouldn’t be able to resist your sexual magnetism. You spit on the ground, then whistle, catching his attention. He looks over at you and you wink. “What’s your name, pardner?” you ask.

#redneck #Be Kind Rewind #Roll the Die #mullet

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satoru-is-the-way · 1 year

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Namor loving the way reader says his name and going buck fuck wild when she whispers it in his ear.

A/N : Yes I love this request! I am unsure if this is suppose to be smut or PG-13 so...!! By the way all my Namor fics are Hispnic/Latina women based!

Here is my Fandom Master List! You can find more Namor fics including other characters!

Warnings: Curssing, grinding, thoughts of SMUT,and SMUT

MINORS DO NOT INGAGE. MDNI MDNI MDNI

"A Whisper"

Namor x Hispanic/Latina Reader!

Namor never would have imagined that he would one day fall in love with a surface dweller. He had no love for the surface world; that much was true. Everything about the world above sea posed a threat to his people. One day when he decided to make a venture above he meet her. The God of Talokan instantly became hypnotized by the gorgeous female. He watched the stranger linger on his beachfront. At that moment Namor knew he would claim this land woman as his queen.

Over a year had passed since his declaration. Namor stood in the cavern which displayed several murals of Talokan's history. His current segment is a devotion to (Y/n) and how she became the Queen of Talokan. While carefully mixing the colors Namor only thought of you. Many in Talokan wondered why their king, their god, choose somebody from the outside world. He felt many emotions thinking of his love. The (h/c) hair that shines in the sun. Her soft (s/c) skin that clashed against his. Her large (e/c) orbs that held so much love for him and Talokan. Perhaps it's her body? The way she moved, showing her curved in every outfit he handcrafted for her... Or how his cock perfectly fits into her wet pussy. The way she called his name- That was it! Her voice.

(Y/n)'s voice held an accent. Speaking their language Namor often shivers at her intersections. Or the way she would call his name. He then was pulled from his thoughts hearing footsteps. "In reina" (My Queen). Namor smiled walking to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"In ajawo' ~ Sigues sorprendiendo in yéetel a mayajo' yila'ob. Ma' ya'ab u píibo' ki'ichpam bey utia'al u pintada ti' le pak'o'."

(My king~ You continue to amaze me with your artwork. I am not beautiful enough to be painted on this wall.)

"Oh stop being humble. Your beauty is everything. It lights Talokan in the darkest corners. It gives me a want for a different view on life. To have children." He said kissing her deeply.

The innocent kiss soon became heated in the cavern. The God and queen soon were on the ground him between her (s/n) legs that wrapped around his waist. He roughly grinds his hardening cock into her precious flower. (Y/n) moaned her plump lips against his ear. "Kukulkan~" A whisper left her voice as she nibbled on his pointed ear. That is what did him in. The King growled like an animal. He pulled her bottoms down as (Y/n) yanked his boxer briefs down. "Ah fuck!" She pants once his large cock pushed into her tight wet cunt

The End - 😌

#marvel #mcu namor #namor #namor imagine #namor x reader #namor x you #wakanda forever #wakanda por siempre #queen of talokan #namor of talokan #talokanil #Talokan

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loveshotzz · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your first day at Family Video goes better then expected and when Eddie invites you on a late night drive you can’t say no.

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Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Still pretty SFW. Two idiots being vulnerable and flirting. TW : mentions of sexual assault in the past (no details just alluded to).

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Authors Note: This is the biggest story concept I’ve ever tried doing so thank you to everyone who’s been reading so far. I’ve never taken on a story with so many characters and moving parts so comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are all greatly appreciated. A special thank you to my wife @myobmaya and @sweetsweetjellybean for reading my rough drafts and helping me get out of my head.

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Despite Eddie promising that the two of you would be inseparable you didn’t see him again after that. Even going as far as peaking out your window hoping to catch a glimpse of that wild mane of his shamelessly trying to orchestrate an ‘accidental’ run in. Convincing yourself it was because you were bored not because you wanted to see his dimples again. His van never seemed to be there between normal working hours, of course he must’ve had a full time job he was 20.

So when Friday rolled around and your Chevy Nova pulled into the parking lot of your new job with a loud squeal, you were ready for some solid human interaction. Reaching over to pop open your glovebox, your eyes lock with the rolled joint courtesy of Eddie’s Munson’s free weed. After work joints were a favorite past time of yours deciding tonight would be a good time to continue the tradition.

Your driver door opens with it’s usual loud creak, the cringe on your face never going away no matter how many times it happens. Wiping your sweaty nervous palms on the dark denim of your jeans, the converse on your feet bring you to the entrance.

Bells chime loudly when you walk in, standing in the front you glance around the store thats filled wall to wall with any kind of movie any one in this small town could ever want. There’s a faint smell of popcorn which you find odd considering it wasn’t an actual movie theater, with American Werewolf in London playing quietly in the background you don’t think you’ll hate it here. Racking your brain you desperately try to remember the name of the guy you were suppose to be asking for. The magic of being surrounded by movies finally fading with reality kicking in. You knew it started with an ‘S’ was it Stan? Stu?

“Is there some kind of beauty pageant in Hawkins I wasn’t aware of Robin?” The smooth voice of the boy resting on the counter in front of you catches your attention. He’s got the kind of hair a model would kill for and a smile that’s worth a million bucks. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, your smart enough to catch the green family video vest wrapped around his broad shoulders.

The striped polo underneath it definitely does the boy favors, with pants so tight they are almost enough to make your cheeks turn hot. Eye’s flickering down you catch the ‘Steve’ on his name tag. Holding back an internal groan you remember exactly who you were suppose to ask for.

“Steve Harrington?”

The smile on his face only widens with a flirtatious twinkle in his eyes as he pushes himself off the counter “And she knows my name already, this must be my lucky day.”

The girl he referred to as Robin catches on before he does, with a loud laugh her honey colored waves bounce as she throws her head back.

“Way to hit on the new girl dingus.”

Steve’s cheeks flush deep red when he realizes his mistake, hazel eyes going wide when they meet yours drowning with embarrassment.

“Oh man, this is awkward. Look that was super inappropriate. I’m so sorry, please don’t quit.” The confident demeanor he was putting on suddenly gone, leaving nothing but a nervous rambling boy in his place.

“Do you always hit on the customers?” Cocking a brow you cross your arms over your chest, the corner of your lips turning up. Just like Eddie you were enjoying watching him squirm. Something about humiliating boys bringing you joy, especially cocky boys like Steve Harrington.

“No-“

“Absolutely he does, you’ll get used to it.” The girl behind the counter cuts him off before making her way around. Her tuxedo top, rolled up to her elbows makes her look like an 80’s dream. With a black tie wrapped tightly around the neck of her button up tucked into her high waisted slacks she’s the epitome of cool even with the green vest.

“I’m Robin by the way.” Extending her hand she gives you a sweet smile showing her perfect white teeth.

“I’m y/n.” Wrapping your hand around hers, you glance back at Steve. “I’ll forgive you just this once, but only because it clearly hasn’t been working for you.”

Robin’s laugh echos again when she drops your hand, pinching the bridge of his nose Steve makes his way passed both of you going back behind the counter mumbling under his breath about grabbing you a vest.

“Look, if this is going to be a new dynamic here. The kind where you two gang up on me, I’m not going to be okay with that.” He doesn’t look at either one of you while he’s talking, rummaging through the drawers underneath the registers until he finds a slightly used looking vest.

“Aww calm down Stevie, we’re just having fun. It’s not like I haven’t made fun of your poor attempts at picking up unsuspecting women at work before.” Robin grins eating up Steve’s irritation.

The day is spent watching cheesy training videos in the small back room that looks like it hadn’t been cleaned in years, both of them taking turns checking in on you. When you make it on the sales floor after a few hours of mindless torture you realize Robin was right. Not only did you get used to Steve’s over the top pick up lines, but against your better judgment you couldn’t help but find yourself entertained by the relentless-ness of his determination. Watching Steve get turned down more times then you could count you were shocked at how fast your first day went. Laughing and falling into easy banter with the two of them, there was a small part of you that wasn’t ready for your shift to end.

—-

The night air has a sharp chill to it when the three of you close up, looking up at the clear sky you still couldn’t get over how many stars you could see out here. Losing yourself for a second it’s only when Robin grabs the back of your arm you remember where you are.

“Everything good?” Her eyes are soft on you.

“Oh- um yeah. We just didn’t have stars like this in the city. It’s beautiful out here.” Giving her a reassuring smile Steve snorts at your words.

“Hawkins? Beautiful? You absolutely just moved here.” Shrugging on his grey jacket he tosses his keys in the air before catching them with a wink.

“You love to show off don’t you?” Teasing Steve was becoming one of your favorite things. You couldn’t help but feel excited about the prospect of making friends with the two of them. Your new mysterious one missing in action.

“No need to show off sweetheart, I’m just that good.” Steve’s cockiness makes Robin give him a hard shove as the three of you make your way to your cars.

“A Chevy Nova? Niiiiice.” Steve heckles with a grin when he sees your car parked adjacent to his. Yours rusted and old, his shiny and new.

“Not all of us can drive BMW’s Steve.” Rolling your eyes, your fingers dig through your purse for your keys.

“Last I checked she actually has her own place. Aren’t you two the same age?” Robin smirks opening the passenger side door of Steve’s car.

Of course he was taking Robin home, the closeness of the two obvious best friends makes your heart swell with a mixture of admiration and jealousy.

“Yeah, yeah keep it up or you’re walking home.” Opening the driver side Steve leans forward arms resting over the door and the roof. “All jokes aside I’m glad Keith didn’t hire someone lame. Remember Tammy Thompson?” Looking towards his friend she makes an exaggerated show of rolling her eyes nodding her head.

“You did great!” Robin gives you a double thumbs up enthusiastically. The gesture making a small smile spread over your face.

You mimic Steve’s stance on your own car “Yeah, I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I was going too. Even if Steve did hit on me when I first walked in.”

Robin throws her head back loving having someone else who’s not charmed by his slick tongue and pseudo confidence.

“Look can we just forget that happened okay?” Pinching the bridge of his nose for the millionth time that day, you were figuring out this was a signature stance.

“Never, I’m never going to let you forget it Harrington.” Throwing him a wink you give Robin a small wave before getting into your car. Eager hands already reaching for what you’d been looking forward to all day.

Steve’s headlights flood the inside of your dark car, when he doesn’t make any moves to pull out it takes you a minute to realize that he’s waiting for you to leave first. He was making sure you were safe.

Maybe the city had hardened your heart but you weren’t used to strangers having your best interests in mind like this. The simple gesture is enough to make your chest tighten.

—

With the windows rolled down the bitter night air feels good running through your hair. Inhaling deeply you blow the smoke out into the darkness of the back roads, Bat Out of Hell playing so loud it makes your speakers shake. Your mind can’t help but wander to Eddie, the nickname Wayne gave him few nights prior seemed nothing short of fitting. The thought of the two men makes your lips twitch up despite your best efforts. The fleeting beginnings of happiness settling deep in your chest as your tires speed down the pavement, doing the unthinkable you let yourself feel it.

The hope you had felt after you met your new neighbors grows ten fold when you think about your first day with Steve and Robin. The new feeling of excitement radiates through your finger tips as they tap against the steering wheel. Singing loudly and off tune, you finally let yourself take the breath you had been holding onto for the past few years. You finally made the right choice, the first time in your whole life.

Hitting the entrance of the trailer park, you turn the music down not wanting to be on the receiving end of Wayne’s annoyance. When your headlights hit their trailer the boy you’d been trying to catch a glimpse of the past few days is right in front of you. A group of kids who couldn’t be any older then 15 surround him, with arms flailing animatedly all of them seemed to be getting into some kind of heated argument. Brows furrowing, you notice all of their matching baseball tee’s. Hellfire Club.

By the time you pull into your drive way you’ve caught Eddie’s attention. Chocolate eyes on you, the dimples you definitely weren’t thinking about show themselves when his lips pull up into a smile. Ignoring the arguing boys in front of him, he shoves passed them making long strides towards your car as you start getting out.

“There’s my new best friend!” Arms spread wide his smile only grows bigger showing his teeth.

His loud outburst makes the kids stop fighting, one with particularly curly hair covered in a baseball cap quirks his head at you.

“Who’s that?” His voice has a slight lisp to it and you can’t help but think it’s cute. The one he spoke to had long black hair that looked eerily similar to the metal head’s that was walking towards you.

“I didn’t know he knew any girls.” The only one without a Hellfire shirt speaks up, wearing the same letterman jacket as the guys from the other night piecing together that they must be in high school. The three boys watch both of you with curious eyes.

“Well, well if it isn’t Mr. disturb the peace himself.” A teasing smirk pulls at the corner of your lips. Crossing your arms over your chest you lean back against your car, the heat of the drive keeping the metal and your body warm.

“I’ll have you know, I don’t resent that title at all.” The wink he gives you makes your stomach flutter and you do your best to ignore it.

The smile on Eddie’s face only widens when he reaches you, standing in front of him makes you realize just how tall he actually is. Craning your neck up to meet his doe eyes, you can’t help but match his excited energy. Your own cheeks hurting from how hard he was making you grin.

“Care to tell me why your hanging out with children on a Friday night? And also why you’re all in matching shirts?”

“Why? You jealous? You want one?” Rocking back on his heels he clasps his hands behind his head making his shirt ride up, your proud of the self control you maintain when your eyes don’t flicker down.

“As metal looking as they are, I have no idea what Hellfire club is. Is it that satanic cult you were trying to get me to join the other night?” Arching your brow with a teasing smirk it was far too easy to slip in your usual banter with him.

Glancing over his shoulder you see the kids are watching you with baited breath.

“That’s a hefty invite to get, I don’t think we’re there yet. It’s the DND club I run.” You can’t help but take notice in the prideful look in his eyes when he says it.

“Don’t tell me that the Eddie Munson is a Dungeon Master. ” Batting your eyelashes at him you play into his ego just a little bit.

When his cheeks flush pink your own ego grows slightly.

“Yes M’lady you are in the presence greatness. I’m not just any Dungeon Master, I’m the Dungeon Master sweetheart. Just ask those destroyed little sheep over there.” Turning around he points at the three boys who quickly try to act like they weren’t opening staring at whatever was unfolding right in front of them.

Giving them a little wave you chuckle to yourself at how awkward they get before clambering into Eddie’s van arguing in hushed voices.

“Are you their baby sitter or something?” Eddie’s eyes widen at your question when he turns back to you.

“Uhh not exactly.” Fidgeting with his rings he stops making eye contact, the ground suddenly becoming interesting.

“What do you-“

“What are you doing right now?” Eddie cuts you off before you can press further bringing his attention back to you, excitement dancing in his brown pools like he just got a brilliant idea.

“Like right now, right now?” Pushing yourself off the car you look down at your watch. Red numbers reading 9:45pm flash back at you.

“Well not right this second but like 40 minutes from now? I just got to take these little idiots home but after that I gotta make some runs. I could use a co pilot...” Raising his eyebrows at you he watches the wheels in your head turn. “Besides I know my Uncle offered up my tour guide services free of charge to you.”

“You’re gonna give me a tour in the middle of the night?” Giving him a hard time, you already know you’re going to say yes.

“That’s the perfect time, all the assholes are inside.” Flashing you a toothy grin he starts backwards towards his van. “Be outside in 30.”

“You just said 40!” The butterflies can’t be ignored this time at the thought of spending the entire evening with him.

“I drive fast, bring whatever music you want. I’ll even let you set the mood that’s how nice I am.” Throwing a wink your way he turns around jogging the rest of the way to his van. The curly haired boy’s head sticks out the driver side window, a knowing smirk spread wide over his face.

“Oh okay buddy, I see you.” His eyes squint when his cheeks push up, a look of pure joy.

“Can it Henderson, get in your seat.” You can’t help but laugh at Eddie’s sharp tone with the kid, the sweet sound makes him turn his head one last time flashing you a quick smile before jumping in.

Starting his van with a loud rumble, you watch him peel out with Metallica back at the volume that got him flicked between the eyes. Completely ignoring his Uncle’s warning, something tells you it won’t be the last time you see that argument happen.

—-

“Are you seriously going to make me listen to Meatloaf?” Eddie scoffs grabbing the cassette from your hand.

“First of all you said I could pick the music, and I told you the other night that I loved him. Specifically mentioned Meatloaf while addressing your question about Metallica.” Crossing your arms your staring up at him again only this time next to the passenger door of his van.

Rolling his eyes his wiggles the tape in his hand “Yeah, yeah, yeah I guess I did say that.”

“I could just go have the relaxing night alone I had planned if you’d rather not listen to my music choice.” Arching your brow you pretend not to be hyper aware of his reaction.

“Whoa, whoa whoa sweetheart, lets not get crazy here.” Opening the door for you it creaks loudly just like yours. Eddie’s face turning into your familiar cringe.

The warmth of his calloused hand makes you jump when it comes in contact with your skin. Fingers wrapping gently around yours he helps you take the giant step into his van. Heat prickling at your cheeks too shy to meet his eyes you climb into the passenger seat. When he lets go and shuts the door you pretend like you don’t miss the feeling of his touch.

The smell of cigarettes and weed hit your nose first, there’s an underlining hint of drug store cologne that lingers faintly behind it. It was Eddie’s smell trapped and encapsulated inside the metal confines of his van. Inhaling deeply it’s oddly comforting to you, closing your eyes you let yourself enjoy it before he’s opening the drivers side door. Still not ready to meet his gaze you begin snooping around. Turning around in your seat you can’t stop grin that spreads over your face. With the back seats removed the empty space was filled with giant blankets and fluffy pillows. Warn in and well loved you could already picture him lounged out with a joint dangling from his lips lost in his music thats always being played too loud.

“Admiring my office?” You don’t realize how close his face is to yours till you turn around ready to respond.

Eddie Munson’s giant brown eyes are only inches from yours and it’s almost enough to make you forget how to breath for a second. The self control you were so proud to have doesn’t exist in the close quarters of his van, eyes dropping down to his lips it’s hard for you to look away. When his tongue licks over his bottom lip, you realize he’s doing the same thing.

“You call this an office?” Snorting your the one that breaks the tension. The breath he’d been holding fans hot across your cheeks. “This looks like Cheech and Chongs hang out spot.”

“I am a pot dealer if you don’t remember?” Shaking his head with grin he finally pulls out of your personal space. “Besides it weirdly makes the first time buyers comfortable, gotta keep them coming back sweetheart.”

Turning the key in the ignition the van shakes with the start of the engine, settling into your seat you reach over clicking your seat belt into place ignoring the feeling of Eddie’s burning stare.

“Yes?” Meeting his eyes you try to read the expression on his face.

“I’m just going to give you the agenda for the evening, you know as a good tour guide should.”Raising his eye brows he waits for you to nod encouraging him to continue.

“First, we’re gonna drive to my buddy Rick’s house so I can pick up some new supply. Then there’s just a few people I gotta drop off too, it’ll be super quick.” He waves his hand as he continues like the boring stuff was done. “But after that, I thought I could show you some of my favorite smoking spots. Places I like to go to clear my head.”

“I don’t know Munson, sounds like you’re trying to get me high in the back of your van.” corners of your eyes wrinkling you can’t seem to get enough of giving him a hard time. Others would call it flirting, but that’s not what you’re telling yourself this is.

“What? Me? You’re the perv that suggested it. I never said anything about going to the back of the van.” Eyes lighting up he nudges your shoulder with his own before putting the van in drive. “Put on your dad rock and light this joint, so far you’re a lousy co-pilot I have to say.”

You can’t stop that laugh from bubbling out of your chest, throwing your head back you haven’t felt this carefree around a person in awhile. There’s a part of you that wants to fight it but just like in your car on the way home, you’re going to let yourself feel it even if just for tonight.

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The ride to Rick’s house was shorter then you thought it would be, but still long enough for you and Eddie to kill your first joint. With finger tips grazing each time you passed it back and fourth, your touches become more and more prominent as your inhibitions lower. Stolen glances lingering longer then they should, laughing probably a little too hard at each other’s bad jokes. The pure bliss of it all consuming you. So when you pulled up to the house that sat right at the edge of the lake, you were embarrassed of how much of you didn’t want him to leave even if it was just going to be for a few minutes.

“He’s super weird about people he doesn’t know, I’ll just be like five minutes I swear.” Leaving his keys in the ignition he gives your knee a reassuring squeeze. Rings hitting the lights on the dashboard the glint catching your eye when he pulls away.

“Putting a lot of trust in me not to steal you van.” You tease desperate to get him to stay even just for a few moments longer.

“Look, I know where you live okay? You wouldn’t get very far.” Eddie’s grinning from ear to ear when he hops out.

The smile never leaves your face when the wild haired boy runs up to the front door of the house. Taking advantage of being alone you start to really look around the inside of his van, empty packs of Marlboro Reds are littered all over the floors, there’s a half drank big gulp sitting in his cup holder, some kind of red liquid mixed with old ash from a mixture of cigarettes and joints. A guitar pick that’s similar to the one that hangs around his neck dangles from the rearview mirror. His dashboard is covered in band stickers, ranging from Iron Maiden to Wasp it was collage of all of his favorites. Running your fingers over the edges of each one you can tell they were strategically placed with the utmost care. This was Eddie’s safe space, and here he was inviting you to join him in it.

True to his word, he’s only gone for a few minutes before the loud creak of his door brings you out of your thoughts, clambering in with his toothy grin still intact.

“One stop down, two more to go.” Reaching over he puts the brown paper sack at your feet fingers brushing against your leg when he sits back up. Cheeks tingling when they linger for just a second.

There’s a brief moment of comfortable silence that falls between the two of you on your drive to his next destination. Eyeing his pack of cigarettes that sit on top of his radio you decide to be bold and help yourself. Besides, it was his fault you smoked your last one anyway.

Without missing a beat Eddie starts digging through his jean pockets for a lighter. Handing it over to you with a wink clearly not caring about your sticky fingers.

“Gimmie one too?” His eyes are soft when they look at you. Fishing out the two smokes you plop one in your mouth before reaching over waiting for him to grab his from your palm. Lighting your cigarette you look over confused when he never takes his own. His grip never leaving the steering wheel, he leans across the console with an open mouth. It takes you a minute to realize what Eddie want you to do. Unwilling to meet his gaze, with your best poker face on you slot it between his full lips. Ignoring the way they feel when they brush across your finger tips as they close around the butt. Shaky hands light his cigarette. The flame dances across his face in the darkness of the van casting shadows along his cheek bones and jawline.

Eddie Munson was handsome.

Inhaling deeply hollowing out his cheeks his eyes flicker between the road and you. Exhaling through your nose you focus on ignoring the way he’s staring at you until it’s obvious he wants your attention.

“I’m starting to realize you have a real staring problem.” You tease deciding that the only way you’ll keep your composure is by giving him a hard time.

Ignoring your remark he takes another drag of his cigarette before rolling his window down to ash.

“So what’s your damage?” It’s a loaded question when it leaves his mouth, even he knows that.

“Well you just jump straight to the point huh?” Averting your gaze you busy yourself with another hit ignoring the way you palms start to sweat at the thought of sharing with him. Too scared that once he finds out he’ll decide it’s too much.

“Come on, you’re 21 and you live on your own. You left the city to move to Hawkins of all places, there’s a reason for that.” Inhaling the last of his cigarette he flicks it out the window before rolling it back up. “Look, you tell me yours I’ll tell you mine?”

You don’t know if it’s the weed or if it’s the boy next to you, maybe even a combination of both that lets the well crafted wall you had built crumble just a little. Taking another hard drag you let the smoke sit in your lungs, the nicotine giving your brain the fuzzy feeling you were craving.

You exhale loudly before finally sharing something you’d kept close to you for so long.

“Things happened back home - consent wasn’t something that was respected at a shitty high school party. It’s been a few years but you know, it’s almost like you can’t ever fully come back from something like that. ” Refusing to meet his eyes you suck your bottom lip between your teeth nervously, despite your better judgment you keep going. Maybe it was the way he was actually listening.

“Somehow my genetics sparred me from being an alcoholic but my parents weren’t so lucky. It was all so much that I felt like I couldn’t think. Like I couldn’t breathe. I guess I just needed to get away from it all.”

Taking the last drag of your cigarette you finally let yourself glance in his direction. His face is set in a hard line, eyes staring daggers at the road, the whites of his knuckles show with the intensity of his grip on the steering wheel. Anger radiating off of him, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

Unclenching his jaw he finally responds to you. “I’m not their baby sitter.”

“What?” Voice laced with confusion you have no idea why the conversation is even taking this turn but your thankful that he doesn’t press you any further.

“The kids, I’m uhh I’m not their babysitter. I’m still in high school. You’re looking at Hawkins High’s very own super senior two years in the running.” Eddie pauses for a minute before he continues “You know with a Dad that’s in jail and a mom that died before I had the chance to really remember her what else would you expect from someone like me?” His tone is self deprecating, fingers twitching in your lap all you want to do is reach out and take his.

“Well, I didn’t stay long enough to graduate if that makes you feel any better. I dropped out, got my GED, packed whatever I could in my shitty car and drove to one of the smallest towns I could find. If anything, I’m impressed you still have the will power to go back.”

Eddie almost can’t believe the words that come out of your mouth. With not a single trace of judgment on your face, you were accepting him like he wasn’t the giant fuck up he always thought he was. Like the whole town thought he was and on occasion his Uncle. He can feel his emotions get caught in his throat. He doesn’t know why you picked Hawkins or how you even stumbled upon his shitty little trailer park, but he was thanking whatever gods brought you to him determined to get closer to you.

“Yeah?” He hates that he needs you to say it again.

“Absolutely, high school fucking sucks.” Stretching in your seat you look at him with an easy smile.

Neither one of you push each other further, having shared enough for a lifetime between the two of you in just a few short minutes. The heaviness of the secrets you both kept become a little lighter on your shoulders.

—

By the time you reach Eddie’s last stop you’re three joints deep when he leaves you in the van again. The sound of Paradise by the Dashboard light spills out of his speakers, turning the volume up you can’t help but get lost in it, this had always been one of your favorite songs growing up. Despite the complicated lyrics it reminded you of happier times. Trying your best to be Ellen Foley you don’t even realize Eddie’s walking back up.

“Jesus- you know it’s like 1am right? I could hear Meatloaf from Byer’s front door.” The annoyance disappears off his face when he sees you dancing like a stoned lunatic in his passenger seat.

Completely unaware of his presence, your arms flail around so uncoordinated he thinks you have to be trying to move like this, eyes pinched closed you’re belting out every line completely off key. There’s a part of him that wishes there was some way to record this to use it against you in future arguments and another part of him that wants it for himself, because the sight of you like this makes his heart skip a beat.

“STOP RIGHT THE- oh fuck!”

Eddie’s got a Cheshire smile when he watches the embarrassment of being caught sink onto your face.

“You done?” Biting his bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, the corners of his mouth twitch up and you can tell he’s desperately trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh my god, this is -fuck -this is embarrassing.” Reaching forward you go to lower the volume but Eddie slaps your hand away.

“No, no, please don’t stop on my or the neighborhood’s behalf. Keep going.” Nodding his head for you to continue his smile grows so much the corners of his eyes crease. With a roll of yours, you go for the knob again.

“Ha ha ha, very funny Munson that’s en- hey!” Another tap to your hand he bats you away again, sighing loudly you look up at him annoyed. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

Both of you stare at each other silently battling for dominance. Raising an eye brow at you he has no plans of backing down from this.

Let me sleep on it. (Will you love me forever?) Let me sleep on it. (Will love me forever?)

Eddie’s theatrics makes you jump and it takes you a minute to realize what he’s doing, it’s only when you hear how badly he’s singing that you realize he’s doing his best impression of Meatloaf’s voice. His dramatic flare has him jumping all around the empty street, gripping at his chest as he points at you.

“Eddie!!” Your hushed yell is broken by the cackle that bubbles from your chest, taking advantage of the fact that he wasn’t in the van anymore, you’re finally able to bring the music down to a normal volume.

“Hey! I was clearly in the middle of giving you the performance of a life time. Not. fucking. cool.” Pointing at you from the other side of the street he pretends to glare but the smile that pulls across his face ruins his performance.

“Get in the car before someone calls the cops, they might think someone was killing their cat out in the street.” Your grin is menacing when you wait for him to realize the insult hidden in your words.

“Last I checked, you’re the one who chose tonight’s music. Not my fault if I get a little carried away, if anything you should be happy.” Winking as he climbs back in, there’s a new kind of electricity in the air between you two.

A line you both crossed with out even trying tonight, it was just too easy to be yourselves around each other. So used to having to be ashamed of your short comings you both openly accepted them with out a second thought. The muscles in your face turning sore from the constant pull in his presence. You already know that you’ll wonder if tonight was a dream when you wake up in the morning.

“It was definitely a performance. A performance of a life time though? Jury’s still out on that.” The sound of Eddie’s laugh fills you with the kind of happiness that you thought you wouldn’t ever feel again. You wish there was a way you could save it.

“That’s fine, I have plenty more where that came from sweetheart.” The nickname sounds different this time. Less casual.

When your eyes dart to the clock on his dashboard your heart sinks a little. Despite not wanting the night to end the thought of having to wake up for work in the morning hangs over you like a giant rain cloud ready to ruin the birthday party. You wanted to live in this little bubble forever.

Eddie’s eyes follow yours to the clock and he knows exactly how you feel because he feels it too.

“Probably time we reel it in huh?” Chuckling awkwardly he waits for you to answer before he starts the engine. Part of him hoping you’ll just throw caution to the wind and want to keep the night going somehow.

“Yeah, unfortunately I started a job today, well I mean technically yesterday.” You knew you were rambling but the way his eyes kept darting towards your lips was making you lose your train of thought.

“She’s got bills to pay! No need to explain pretty girl, there’s always next time.” Eddie tries to keep it simple. Scared to come off too strong, he needed you to know he wanted this to happen again.

Biting your lip at the new endearment, you settle back in your seat too shy to meet his eyes. The low rumble of the engine brings you both back to reality as his van lurches forward.

“Thanks for tonight Eddie.” Your voice comes out quieter than you intend it to, clearing your throat you speak up a little louder. “This was more fun then I’ve had in awhile, so thank you.”

“What are best friends for?” Eddie wants to kick himself in the teeth when the words leave his mouth.

But when your hand reaches for his, small fingers slotting between his big ones it’s almost like you saw the internal battle written all over his face.

“Yeah, best friends.” You agree with a hum.

It’s a good place to start.

Chapter three

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deerspherestudios · 1 year

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How do you organise the process of creating a character? like, to me its too confusing, i dont know what i do first because there are TOO MANY THINGS TO DO, like backstory, personality, looks, what they like, so what would be the “steps” to make them?

(Since @isabellaswork asked the same thing recently I'm tagging you here, hope that's okay!) Omg I'm flattered I'm the person you'd wanna ask such a big question ;v;!!? Honestly the process is different for everyone, but I'll give it a go <3 This is how my process usually goes:

Personality first, backstory later. Flesh out the concept of the character before deciding their origin story if that makes sense.

Build a moodboard for your character! The more ideas the better!

Time for visuals! Sketch out multiple iterations, looking at the moodboard for inspiration. Colors go last.

Finalize! Once you've got your final sketch + colors, draw a proper illustration and see if you vibe with the design. Repeat previous steps if necessary <3

Extra: Since you've got the design and story down, add some fun facts. This is where interests, likes and dislikes go!

I'll use my VN characters as examples below in case someone wants it in more detail! Mychael (Mushroom Oasis) and Alma (Lift Your Spirits spoilers!! + horror imagery) process ideation under cut:

Usually I start with personality first. Because for me, when you first meet someone, you see what they're like in the present; their past doesn't matter as much until you get to know them. I can decide the backstory later so it doesn't limit the personalities I'm playing around with. Of course I must have gotten the idea from somewhere so these two things work in tandem most of the time.

Then it's just a matter of how they look!

After deciding on personality traits, I start by collecting references from everywhere, even the smallest of things. I think of how I want them to look plus how they would dress. Anything goes at this stage, so just go buck-wild gathering ideas!

Here's a moodboard for Mychael:

This one was for Alma, from their normal self to their monstrous self:

Then it's time for drawing and doodles. As I sketch, I look back at the moodboard I've made and pick out things I like, while drawing things really loose. Copy paste if I need to!

I've shared the ones for Mychael here, here and here! Here's some sketches for Alma from last year:

This part takes the longest but is always the most fun! Don't feel limited by what you had initially, just test out ideas! Here are the final designs!

Mychael(s):

Alma(s):

Then once I'm happy with the design I can flesh out the backstory as much as I like!!! so long as it fits the presentation of the character in current time. Of course this process can differ when you already have a story in mind and need characters to carry out the plot, but I'm definitely not big-brain enough to make an all-out story like that </3 I just enjoy designing characters visually haha

Oh and just for fun, I like to sprinkle in some extra (but kinda unnecessary) background info. It can be the most mundane thing but it gives them more life (to me at least!) Maybe they drink flat orange soda, or enjoy riding trains at night, or hate the smell of french fries, or think apples are disgusting etcetcetc.

Of course there's like, tips for professional character designing like silhouette, shapes, proportions but I assume this ask was for a more casual approach <3 That's all I could think of if I were to describe my process,,, I hope that answers your question!

To recap:

Start with personality traits and decide backstory later. Or work them together as one. It's more concept than visuals at this stage.

Assemble a moodboard for inspiration. The more ideas the better! Look up anything that might relate to your character if it helps.

Sketch, sketch and sketch again! Keep things loose and free. I usually start from the face, to clothes to accessories. Colors go last.

Finalize! Put everything together in one rendered drawing, and see if you vibe with it. You can always go back to previous steps if you're still not happy with it.

And you're done! :-)

#mushroom oasis vn #lift your spirits vn #bts #cheea chatter #i rambled so much so i hope the TLDR helps fhjds #q

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lanawinterscigarettes · 4 months

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Oral Exam (Missy/Gomez! Master x reader)

Summary: Missy gives you a pop quiz to see how much you've been learning during your "lessons"

Warnings: SMUT, femdom Missy, subby reader, reader is completely gender neutral, cunnilingus/pussy eating (Missy recieving), praise kink, Missy refers to the reader with nicknames such as pet, dear, poppet, and darling, Missy refers to herself as Mummy and Mistress in this a lot

A/N: I was dazed out and thought of this scenario in incredibly graphic detail, and because I knew I couldn't keep this masterpiece from my fellow Missy loving tumblrinas I decided to write down everything I remembered

"Come here, pet. Come to Mummy."

You obeyed her command, about to make your way over when she stopped you.

"Ah ah ah, on your knees." Missy had a sadistic glint in her eyes as she watched you sink to the floor and approach her by crawling.

"What a good little thing you are," she hummed affectionately as she gazed down at you. "You know what comes next, dear." She pulled the front of her dress up, revealing her black lace panties to you. "Make your Mistress proud."

Nodding, you continued crawling over, stopping once you got close enough to touch her. You reached you hands out, hesitating when it came to removing her underwear.

"Go on, love. Take off Mummy's panties like a good dear."

You felt your face warm up at how casually she spoke about something so lewd. "Yes, ma'am."

She made a soft noise of approvement once she felt you pull her underwear down over her soft skin. Missy stepped out of her panties and kicked them to the side, coaxing you forward yet again with that commanding yet gentle tone of hers that just drove you wild.

"Come, now, poppet. Mummy doesn't have all day."

Not wanting to make her angry, you approached her again carefully, kneeling right between her legs. You took a deep breath before leaning your face upwards to where her pussy was.

"Go on, then, dear. Show your Mistress just how much you've learned."

You nodded your head in obedience before placing your mouth right where Missy wanted you to. She let out a low moan when your lips finally made contact with her pussy, her head tilting backwards in pleasure.

"Good pet. Such a good dear, making Mummy so proud."

Her praise made your face grow warm, but it also encouraged you to keep going, your tongue diving deep within her folds, lapping up her wetness.

You knew you were doing a good job when you felt one of her hands let go of the bottom part of her dress and drop down to your shoulder, resting her hand there in an attempt to keep herself standing upright.

"Ohh, yes. Good pet, you're doing such a good job. So good for Mummy."

By this point, most if not all of your embarrassment had disappeared, and was instead replaced with the intense need to please Missy, to make her feel good, to have her tell you how good of a job you were doing.

You kept your tongue focused on her pussy while your nose nudged forward lightly at her clit. The hand of hers that had been rested on your shoulder moved to your head in an instance, helping to guide your mouth where she wanted it to be.

"Yes, right there, pet, right there- You're making Mummy feel so good, poppet, just a little bit more-"

She maneuvered your head slightly so that your nose was placed more directly against her clit, an action that caused her hips to harshly buck forward against your mouth while she let out a strangled cry of ecstacy.

"Yes, yes- God, yes- keep going, darling, don't stop-"

Missy came shortly after, her hand gripping onto you tightly, her head thrown back as a string of loud moans exited her mouth.

You carefully removed your mouth from her once she began to push you away, staying on your knees beneath her as you watched her properly come down from her high. She gazed down at you with a look of lustful pride, a smug look spread across her features.

"What a good dear. You passed with flying colors. Now let's see if you can remember how to cum without Mummy's assistance."

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ladythornofrivia · 1 year

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Endless Reds and Blues

(Here's the link for the synopsis and the chapter list--read chapter 1 first before reading current chapters I uploaded)

Pair: Kakucho x Reader

(Warning: Inappropriate jokes and dialogue that includes bullying, gossiping and other things that aren't appropriate--dark content--for people under 18 (if you're under 18, I'm sorry but you can't read this)(Yes, I have to say it twice XD)

Author’s Note: Sorry it took forever. Finally! Kakucho and (y/n) meet! Let me know if you want me to tag you whenever I write a new chapter (post a new chapter, I mean). (Note: Report if someone decides to steal the synopsis and my story. And notify me. Thank you) ❤️

Chapter Five: A Restless Dream

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Back on the way to the vacant road, it was almost dark out, the engine in a Porsche car vroomed, and the inside felt as if nothing rumbled beneath the seats. Everything is smooth, and quiet.

On a driver’s seat, Kakucho stirred the wheel. Inside the Porsche, brand new leather seats fill up in the air. You felt a little woozy. Trying to turn on the air condition, your hand stopped. You didn’t want to destroy anything. You don’t wish for Kakucho to sell you out to Bonten. You don’t wish to betray them. Even the slightest thing. So you let it go, retrieved it back on your lap.

A glimpse of moonlight shone in the car, revealing the smooth complexion on Kakucho’s face. Glowing burn of his red-brown eye watched the road. Compare to the other members, he still looks young yet, mature.

His black locks maintained perfect, not a single hair out of place. His one hand gripped the wheel and maneuvered it with ease. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The roaring engine grew louder into your ears, hearing the crunch on a concrete road beneath the custom wheels. You couldn’t submit yourself into put one’s mind on a lovely, your mind was heading straight towards the night before meeting Bonten. With him shirtless and a girl nearly buck naked, only in a thong and a white tank top, possibilities come forth into your mind, picturing how their argument started—you know how the argument ended—you divulged yourself.

In a most inappropriate timing. To just over yelling the ones who argue, you yelled in English—you forgot you’re in Japan at a small neighboring apartment. Which it humbled you to a moment where you shouldn’t raise your voice louder than the ones who were arguing. Embarrassed, you quickly wanted to correct your ways to stop the argument, but you got none.

Perhaps correcting next time would be best for you.

You wondered if Kakucho ever forgot about the incident. If he did, you’d be thankful.

You pursed your lips.

“Forget what you saw that other day,” he said, still eyes on the road.

“What?” you stuttered a bit.

“On that morning, it was nothing spectacular.”

Your eyes lingered onto him, eyelashes fluttered from blinking.

“She just wanted to get money from me, so I have to…do what I have to do. She liked the result. But I didn’t want anything to do with her anymore.”

“How come?”

“She bitches a lot,” he answering, glimpsing his eyes to yours at the stoplight. “She bitches a lot about how her boyfriend was always away and goes back from the bar, being drunk, doing stupid stuff.”

Two-colored eyes darted to yours with a soft look. It almost looked deceivable, but endearing like a restless dream.

“She wanted me for the money. And she had a lot of debt at the moment ever since they broke up, so she tries to invited me into her place. And that’s where we fucked.”

The stoplight went for a go signal, and he drove slightly faster. Gladly, the cops weren’t around. Not that it matters to him.

“I was sleeping on that morning because I have homework due, so I have to work on it at a late hour.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Sorry,” you questioned, flabbergasted. “I’m just doing this for my future.”

“I meant the ruckus.”

“I see. Sorry you had to look at my horror-style look in the morning.”

“Not with the wild, red hair of yours.”

“It’s not wild anymore,” you replied, smiling a bit. “I tamed it this morning.”

The car beside them vroomed.

“You don’t have to drive me home and school everyday,” you said, somewhat the guilt was eating you up.

“Contract, remember?”

“Still, I’m sorry they assigned you as the driver.”

“I don’t mind as long as those idiots aren’t around.”

“Are they always like that?”

“More so. Despite their crazy antics, the Haitani brothers are the most favorable ones among the girls.”

“Is there like a popularity poll?”

“According to the people at school, yes. Ran is the first, Rindou in second place. The third one is me.”

Laying your back against the chair frame, you quietly exhaled. “To what entails? Being the best friend? Ally? Boyfriend?”

“It didn’t matter which. As long as we entertain those girls, they would leave us.”

That’s a contradictory.

“It didn’t go so well?”

“But the Haitani brothers loved it. Well, Ran does.”

“Ran? The one who lead me onto his favorite chair.”

His tongue clicked. “His brother…not so much.”

You took lip balm in your bag and dab it against your lips.

For a second, Kakucho looked at your direction.

“My lips are dry,” you said, shoving the lip balm back. Before you could that, you handed it towards Kakucho. “You need this?”

He waved it off. “No thanks.”

Then he swerved onto the left route, then for five minutes, the sports vehicle stopped.

There at your apartment, the night has set in. You have to come up with an excuse to your parents.

Noticing the lights by your apartment, it meant your parents are waiting. But the neighbor’s lights are off. “Does the girl still lives there?” you asked.

“Not anymore.” He unbuckled his seat belt and went to the side the right car door and opened it. “She got evicted not long after our argument.”

Once you thanked him, you said, “Kokonoi said that you’re going to pick me up at school. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

Kakucho dipped his head as an answer.

“Have a good night,” you said, pivoting and walking back towards him and offer him a handshake. He took your hand in his and gave a deep kiss onto the back of your hand, languid and soft, while Ran’s kisses are light and quick, Kakucho took his time to get to know what your skin feel.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (y/n). I’ll be here at sixty-thirty in the morning,” Kakucho laid another deep kiss. Unexpectedly, his hand reached the back of your head, but gingerly waned and drew it back. “Sweet dreams.” He bowed and left with his Porsche.

And that, you couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night, thinking of his eyes and a lingering touch he pressed against yours.

*~~*~~*

"Hey, what's your phone number?" Himiko asked, half-skipped walked, following you.

"Why?" you asked, looking back over your shoulder.

"Because you're always carrying a book," Himiko said. "And I never see you texted anyone."

You turned your head, meeting her eyes. “I’ll give it to you later.”

“Promise?”

You smiled. Then facing back at the board. “I can’t see my test results on the bulletin board.”

“Let’s go at the front,” Himiko said.

“Or we can wait,” you suggested. “We can wait for everyone to leave so that we find our results better.”

“Oh my god, it’s them!” one fan girl said, pointing while jumping into place. “Bonten!”

The girls flocked to them. Bonten greeted them as if your interactions with them didn’t happen. Good, you wanted to keep this way.

“Hey let’s go grab some lunch,” you suggested, distracting Himiko from looking at Bonten.

“But, lunch is this way,” Himiko protested, as you drag her down at the opposite hall.

*~~*~~*

“Ah, she didn’t see us today,” Ran said, tsking. Girls were still swarming them, but not too close, still following the rules.

“That’s because we’re talking to the girls,” Rindou reminded, bumping at Ran’s back.

“Someone should fetch her,” Kokonoi proposed. “She can’t let this go. We had the deal.”

“You should’ve gone for blood oath,” Sanzu replied, scowling.

Kokonoi shook his head. “Where’s Kakucho when you need him?”

“Gone off to Mariko,” Ran implied, walking ahead while his brother and the members are left speechless. “I’ll take care of this,” he whispered to himself as he went striding to the path you went on not too long ago.

“Hey, it’s either Shion or Mochi,” Sanzu said, somewhat raised his hand. Sanzu reached Ran's pace and grabbed him by the forearm. Sanzu leaned onto Ran's ear with gritted teeth. "You're the most popular member of Tenjiku, and you can't go alone, or else the girls will take the wrong idea."

The girls who swarmed around them were filled with boasts and praises.

“Yeah, yeah.” Ran said, yanking his arm back before he waved without a second thought. “Come on, boys,” his attention spiraled to his men with a glint on his right eye. “It’s time to pay a visit to our little mermaid.”

Taglist: @galactict3a and @f1yh1gh and @colored-tr-panels

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911-on-abc · 10 months

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for the wip tag 7 and 8 👀

hi anon!! thank you for the ask

#7. abandoned Secret Service AU

ah the Secret Service AU, my white whale. I originally developed it for another fandom but it just never worked, so when I got into 9-1-1 I was like oh!! Eddie slots really well into this -- his canon backstory matched the backstory I created -- My plan was to have Eddie be the Governor of Texas, already widowed, and the rest of the 118 would make up his secret service detail during the last leg of the campaign. Buck would've saved Chris during a flash-flood in Austin, Texas à la tsunami. Eddie getting shot in the show folded in really well.

The only problem was that it was really out of character. I could never see Eddie as a politician, plus dude had a mental breakdown over Ana, he could not run a country!! I would also have to age him up and change all this other stuff. Basically, it would've be too difficult for me to suspend my disbelief to make this all work. C'est la vie.

#8. 9-1-1 What If (S7 spec script)

I'm sooo glad you asked about this one!!!! Ahh! I love reading scripts and I find writing them to be very natural bc I always focus on dialogue and blocking first and then build the scene & prose around it.

After S6 ended, I started thinking about what I wanted to see for S7 and wrote a couple scenes. Every season starts with a big event/disaster and I decided that season 7 would start with a cruise liner crash at the LA Port (Athena and Bobby were not on it!! although... hmm...)

There are some Buddie moments in the first episode to set up their relationship arc (couch shopping! couch shopping! couch shopping!), but my favorite scene so far is this madney scene:

INT. MADDIE AND CHIMNEY’S HOUSE - DAY MADDIE and CHIMNEY are sitting at their kitchen table, covered in wedding planning materials. CHIMNEY holds up swatches of fabric to show MADDIE.

CHIMNEY Okay, tell me which tablecloth you like better. MADDIE I don’t know, Howie, they all look the same to me. CHIMNEY No, they are clearly different. This one has a cooler tone and this one has a warmer tone.

MADDIE does not look impressed.

CHIMNEY. Come on Maddie this stuff is important. MADDIE You should just let my brother help you with this. He cares much more about this wedding stuff than me. CHIMNEY No way. I am not letting ‘Clipboard Buck’ anywhere near my wedding. MADDIE He can’t be that bad. CHIMNEY That man is a menace to society when he has a checklist. MADDIE Chimney, the color of the tablecloth or type of centerpieces don’t matter to me. All that matters is having you and Jee-Yun with me.

CHIMNEY looks at his fiancee with a besotted expression on his face. After a beat, he turns in the direction of the living room holding up the pair of swatches.

CHIMNEY Hen, which color do you like better? Snowy Fields or Vanilla Cream?

HEN is laying on the ground with her new foster child, [NAME], approx. [age]. JEE-YUN is with them, playing with toys.

HEN Nah, do not get me involved in this. My wife planned our wedding, both times. This is her area of expertise, not mine.

The door bursts open with KAREN holding bags filled to the brim with wedding supplies. She has a wild expression on her face.

(I'm going to cut it off here!! I hope you like!)

this is part of the wip tag game! if you like any of them, send me an ask!!

#Sarah writes #Buddie wip #911 fox #911 abc #911 wip #Buddie #tag games #madney #Madney wip #maddie buckley #chimney han #howard chimney han #howard han #hen wilson #henrietta hen wilson #if any 911 writers are on Tumblr contact me AFTER the strike lmao #let me join the writers room!!!#I will make Buddie canon #asdfghjkl

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sh1tbird-shantytown · 2 years

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“No way.”

“Steve, think about it.”

Steve was thinking about it. Steve gagged again. “There is not a cold day in the fiery pits of ever inflamed Hell, in which I would ever put myself that close to Keith.” Robin opened her mouth to retaliate again and Steve put his finger up. “No, no matter how much of a sad sack you think I am, it’s not happening.”

“Steve—“

“Never!”

- - -

Steve had decided he hated Robin.

For ten bucks even, their generous manager Keith agreed to stand with his arm wrapped lovingly around Steve’s torso for the span of 1:00 PM to 1:10 PM. So, when that time came around, Steve stood still and stiff under a dust smelling arm.

Robin, who had previously been reorganizing the front displays, rushed over. “Here he comes.” She hopped a little in excitement and sped over to the tapes she had been taking all afternoon to finish restocking.

Steve fluffed up his hair at the sides to distract himself from the heavy weight of Keith’s arm wrapped around the back of his neck.

The other guy rolled his eyes and continued reading through applications for the arcade, “Way to be subtle, Dumbo.”

Steve tried to ignore the guy, he really did, but Hargrove was taking too long to pick out a movie on the other side and Keith’s breath smelt like cheese dust and grease. Plus he kept leaning into Steve like a railing. So, he pushed Keith back. But, Keith’s arm was still attached around his shoulders.

Billy came around the corner to see Steve shoving Keith away and Keith grabbing into Steve’s collar to stop himself from toppling over.

“Hey!” Steve hear a very familiar voice yell. A very familiar, angry voice. “What’re you doing to Harrington?” Hargrove’s hair was shorter, he must have gotten a haircut within the week. And his arms were crossed defensively; a bad sign.

Keith’s eyes widened and he put his hands up in mock surrender, “You’re on your own,” he turned tail and hurried out to the employee break room.

Steve didn’t look back at him, too focused on how much curlier Hargrove’s hair was with the freshening up he received after everything. Bill wore more solid colors sweaters than anything he used to put on. Steve thought it was cute. Hot when the sleeves were rolled up. Like the time Billy stopped to help him change a flat tire after his morning shift one day.

Billy set Poltergeist down in front of Steve with wild eyes, “He bothering you, Harrington?”

Steve took the tape into his own hands and paused, “Who?” At Billy’s raised eyebrow, he pressed a hand into his eyes and laughed it off, “Oh, right! No, no! Just Robin and Keith playing games again, nothing new.”

Billy’s head stayed down so his nose stayed pointed at the ground as Steve rang him up.

Steve loved Billy’s nose.

“Does that mean you liked, being close to…him?” Billy took the tape from Steve’s shaky hands.

Steve felt his brain stutter for a full five seconds before he startled himself and Billy with an outburst, “What? No, no, no! See, Robin had this big idea to help me get your attention. And Keith is easy to bribe into anything.” Billy tilted his head as he listened, confused. “It was all Robin’s idea. I told her it wasn’t the right thing to do,” he whined. “See, now you’re going to hate me because who the fuck does that?”

“So,” Billy interrupted, “You did all that to get my attention?”

Steve blinked a few times before nodding in agreement. And then he watched as Billy furrowed brow flattened out and a smile took form on his pink, pink lips.

“Well, Baby, you didn’t have to do all that. You’ve had it for months now,” he grinned and winked before Steve could process a single word.

“Oh.”

#steve harrington #robin buckley #keith #billy hargrove #harringrove #billy/steve #stranger things

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the-diabolist · 2 years

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sano in the study with a rope is my dream!! also i adore your writing. always looking forward to your posts~ <3

Kinktober 2022, day 22 - aww thank you!

c.w: afab reader, restraint, edging, biting, fingering, oral, just a touch of medical kink. 900w

The ropes are so soft and secure that it's almost lulling - but the fingers between your thighs are decidedly not.

"Fuck," you grind out through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to glare at your loving boyfriend as he edges you harshly for a third time.

"Haven't had enough yet?" he asks, calm and collected. Almost detached, even, despite the fact that the cuff of his sleeve is practically soaked through with your slick.

"I'm golden," you say, in lieu of breaking down into desperate tears, "beating your record is going to be even easier than I expected."

He quirks a disbelieving brow, and just a hint of a smirk graces his mouth. The self-proclaimed king of edging isn't worried about losing his crown, clearly.

"Well then... three down, ten to go," he says; his smile grows a little wider as he watches the color drain from your face.

Leave it to a true masochist to let you edge him thirteen fucking times before caving. Why did you ever go along with that? Now he's got his own high horse to go along with his usual high standards. You don't actually think you can compete with him, but you shot off your big mouth and now here you are, trying to back it up.

While waiting for your sensitivity to recede a bit more, he adjusts his lab coat, rolling his sleeves up yet again, and looks over your ropes to make sure the knots haven't slipped from your bucking and thrashing. He could just ask, and you'd assure him you're still bound frustratingly tightly to the metal table, but he likes to check them himself. He's the self-proclaimed king of bondage, too.

Once he's satisfied with your security, he straightens back up and considers changing his gloves, eying the black nitrile shrewdly - but then he rubs his thumb and forefinger together, appreciating the smooth glide of them, courtesy of your arousal, and decides to keep them.

"Ready?" he asks clinically. You nod.

His lips find your throat at the same time his fingers slide back between your folds - he sucks a mark into your skin as your hips jolt from the light brush of his middle finger over your swollen bundle of nerves. You start throbbing immediately; this round isn't going to last long.

Sure enough, he bites down on the muscle below your jaw just as he roughly pinches your clit, and you start to topple over... only to rock back and forth precariously on the precipice as he swiftly and completely pulls away from you.

You slowly wind back down with a groan, panting, biting your tongue to keep from begging him to keep touching you. He was right to tie you up, that's for sure - you definitely would've taken care of yourself that time if you'd been able to.

"You could try to control yourself a little," he admonishes with a condescending tsk. You want to kick him.

"And you could loosen up," you snap. "Doesn't it chafe you to be so restrained all the time? Wouldn't you like to go wild for a change? That can't be comfortable," you add, nodding toward the obvious bulge in his pants.

"I believe you're the restrained one here," he quips smugly, grin fully breaking through this time. "Nice try. Settle down."

You sigh in defeat and close your eyes, trying to summon up the willpower to keep going. You can't seem to banish the growing feeling that you'd much rather have an orgasm than your dignity.

He's not very helpful, either; he leans in to kiss you fervently, running his tongue over your teeth before finally pulling away.

"Ready?"

"No," you spit, and he rolls his eyes.

"This is going to take forever if you don't start trying harder," he chides. You flip him off with both hands despite your bound wrists. "Mature," he responds flatly.

"Keep going," you growl, steeling yourself.

He uses his mouth this time, swiping his tongue over your core before dipping inside, collecting your nectar as if he's the hummingbird to your flower. He closes his mouth over you for only a moment or two before you start tightening and he has to move away again.

You can't bite back a sob this time. You'd hoped to get through this with some degree of stoicism, just to get under his skin, but now you're unfortunately certain you'll be weeping hysterically by the time you make it to your end.

If you do make it, that is - you know he's working his way up to using his cock, that soon you'll have to suffer through your denied climaxes while stuffed full of him, slick and clenching and desperate for him to move.

You also know that he won't show you mercy for anything less than your safeword (and an admission that he is, in fact, the king of edging, and you are but a lowly peasant who can't take what you dish out), no matter how much begging or crying you may see fit to provide.

He kisses you again, and your empty cunt spasms, clenching around nothing - at least until two gloved fingers push their way inside of it, granting enough aching fullness to make you moan.

"Ready for number six? Almost halfway," he murmurs. You sob again.

Yeah, you're definitely not going to make it.

#rune writes fanfic #boyfriend to death #sano kojima #btd sano #kinktober 2022

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Welcome to another episode of "I have decided to upgrade the Valicer farmhouse!" It's been a while since Victor, Alice, and Smiler's home got a refresh, and this particular one was prompted mainly by the following two facts:

A) Thanks to all their various side hustles (Victor selling the produce from his greenhouse and occasionally licensing songs, Alice writing books and selling paintings, and Smiler making SimsTube videos), plus the profits from their grocery store and Alice's brief career as an official Artist, the gang had LOADS of money to spend on new furniture and the like

B) My parents agreed as a birthday present to buy me 100 bucks worth of Sims 4 packs, and I spent a good chunk of that on them purchasing Horse Ranch and Home Chef Hustle, so I had some new Build/Buy items to play with!

So yeah -- figured it was time to upgrade some furniture and add some new fun stuff for the trio to use in their daily lives! Let's take it room by room:

Smiler’s Party Barn – This space was pretty much all about the furniture upgrades -- I updated the couch by the stairs to the most expensive and comfortable one (in of course the most wild swatch I could find – purplish-pink with zebra print details on the frame); changed out the chairs around the games table to more expensive and comfortable ones from that actually matched the puzzle table and were still just as colorful; and updated Smiler’s bar to a bigger one (it’s now a three-tiler, black with glowing yellow lights along the bottom -- aesthetic!) and got the most expensive and comfortable barstools to go along the front. Gotta make sure the guests are comfy! :D Even more importantly, though, I ended up changing around a bunch of the pictures and posters – the two sky prints the trio’s picked up from observatory visits are now behind the bar with a couple of space-themed posters; the DJ posters previously behind the bar are now above the ottomans on either side of the karaoke machine; a cute purple painting of a woman previously above the bar is now over the stairwell; and the big portraits of the Valicer wedding (Victor and Alice kissing and Victor and Smiler kissing) are now by the ping-pong table, in a collage with the two biggest pictures of the trio posing in their swimsuits on their honeymoon. :) But where did the other pictures of the wedding and honeymoon go? I’ll tell you shortly...

Cow Paddock – But first, let’s go outside and around to the back of the barn to Moory’s pen! Where, with the power of Horse Ranch, I added some patches of prairie grass and a proper water trough for our cow (moving the CC bucket fountain from "Cottage Garden Stuff" by @plumbobteasociety I was using to represent a source of water for Moory over to the corner of the pen for decoration purposes...though it occurs to me it might be nice to put in the chicken pen to pretend it’s now a drinking fountain and bath for the chickens). The water trough is probably just going to be for decoration (it’s intended for the horses that came with Horse Ranch and I’m not sure other animals can drink out of them), but the prairie grass actually serves a purpose – I know from seeing the option grayed out on the shed previously that you can refill a cow or llama’s feed with the stuff! So that’s cool. :) (And yes, I saw that option BEFORE I owned Horse Ranch, so, uh, great job Sims team.)

Living Room – I changed out the rug under the couch, coffee table, and TV stand for one of the new colorful Horse Ranch ones (doesn't it look cool?), and upgraded the couch and the two chairs in front of the fireplace into more expensive and comfortable models (though I made sure to keep the bright and wacky colors -- the Get Famous and Growing Together furniture have really good swatches in this regard, I'm pleased to report). Again, though, the big change was updating all the stuff on the walls -- mostly because I absolutely had to clean up all the photos around the house so I actually had room for NEW snaps. Plus I'd started looking at some of the photo collections and going “Do we really need this many pictures of you guys in front of your house at the family reunion?” XD I mean, I like them, but maybe some variety would be a good thing. And look a little less self-important. XD So what I did was remove the four-picture collage of the gang doing various poses in front of the house at the family reunion from one side of the TV, grabbed one medium-sized photo out of the set to keep, sold the rest (and the frame), and moved into its place the picture of everyone posing in front of the store that was upstairs by Smiler’s room previously. And THEN I moved the collage of photos of them on their honeymoon that was previously in the little notch next to the kitchen (which no longer exists as I made the kitchen bigger -- more on that later) over to the corner by the phonograph! So it’s right near the other big wedding collection. :) So THAT’S a little better!

Study – Mostly more picture rearranging in this room, though I did upgrade the chess set and chairs on the left wall to fancier versions – and discovered that the black and red chessboard also has black and red pieces, so I decided to go with that as a color theme. *shrug* If I can’t have white and red, I’ll go with black and red! Anyway, over the chess table, I stuck four of Victor and Alice's original Selvadoradan honeymoon snaps into one of the four-photo collage frame sets I unlocked, then arranged the remaining two photos on top of them in a way that made them look like part of the set (you can tell they're not because the frames aren't as thick, but still works). Then, over by Smiler's guitar, I got two more three-frame collage sets, put the photos from the trip to Granite Falls in those, and arranged them appropriately behind the rug, next to the window. The picture Alice painted of Smiler playing their guitar and the the one she painted of the Granite Falls ranger station sign then went up on the side wall next to the rug (because Victor has the picture Alice painted of him playing piano next to his piano, so I wanted Smiler's portrait to be next to THEIR instrument). After that, I moved the picture of Alice scratching herself that Victor did on the Valicer Honeymoon out of there and upstairs to the attic rec room (I couldn't bring myself to delete it, it amuses me too much XD), then moved the sketches and fancy light Alice unlocked from the Artist career over a little, into that space. Making room for a little photo collage of sorts next to her fancy easel -- the photo of her painting at their old house that Victor took on the top, one of the photos she took of Rory to become friends and get her to turn her into a werewolf on the bottom –

And one of those Moschino Stuff slideshow photo frames in the middle! Because I've been meaning to start using those for AGES now. This is where a bunch of the smaller photos went – I put all the little photos of the wedding from the party barn, one of my favorite little photos from the family reunion, a snap of them posing in front of the store, and a snap from their New Year’s Eve trio date into there and turned on the frame to display them as a slideshow, changing once per hour. :D So now I have a spot to keep tiny photos that I may like, but don’t have room for on the wall! Yay! :)

First Floor Hallway – Bunch of little changes here -- first up, I made the washer and dryer brighter colors (because why wouldn't I?) and put the MySim trophy of Yuki Alice found recently on top of them – turns out that WASN’T a duplicate after all! Nice! Then I got one of the three-photo-frame collage sets I unlocked with the family reunion, put the best three photos of the scenery around their honeymoon island in it (and sold the fourth, which was of a rainy miserable day anyway), and slapped the set up next to one of the windows beside the study. Wasn’t sure where else to put them, and they looked good there! And finally, I grabbed myself the egg-shaped decorative egg display shelf I downloaded from @somecreativecc (seriously, if you need displays, they are the place to go) and slapped it up where the previous hanging shelf with all the eggs had been (right by the entrance to the kitchen and the cats’ downstairs scratching post), moving all the eggs (with the help of “moveobjects on” to access all the slots) onto there! So now all ten eggs fit properly on those shelves, and there’s a dedicated space for the remaining two that need to be found, yay.

Downstairs Back Entrance/Mudroom – I had to move one of Alice’s paintings out of here into the kitchen, and rearrange the boots so they were along the wall next to the coat rack – reason being, the room is now smaller! And why is it smaller?

#sims 4 #the lazy save #builds #house remodel #I wanted to do this earlier #but then I thought 'okay wait I KNOW I am getting Home Chef Hustle at some point'#'because I want the small appliances to remodel the kitchen with'#'so wait until you've gotten that and any other packs you want for Christmas'#and so I did #which was a good idea because I got more stuff to play around with :)#I don't actually have that much interest in giving the trio a horse #but I like using some of the objects in the game to make my farm a little more realistic #that water trough is nice even if Moory can't use it #and that rug is lovely! So colorful :D #and yes the gang had money to spend so I spent it #only the best furniture for my trio now #as long as it comes in absurdly colorful swatches XD #I have embraced color in my game #and all of you are going to have to deal :p #queued

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