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rainylana · 1 year

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“Still alive?”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: a relaxing day at home and eddie wants to play.

warnings: smut, language, mentions of spanking, reader calls herself fat, rough sex.

There was something so sexy about watching you paint. Maybe it was how your face scrunched up in concentration. Maybe it was how cute you looked, hair put up and comfy clothes with old paint stains. It was a hot day, so it was spent inside for the both of you. Eddie had lounged on the couch all day watching movies, a cold beer in his hand. When you broke out your canvas and paints, he didn’t pay much more attention to the film on screen. He watched as the white board turned into a bowl of fruit. First it was grapes, then a red apple, then a pear. Now you were working on a pineapple, halfway down with the green and brown spikey stems.

You looked adorable. Little grey, snug shorts just cut at the curve of your backside, black crop top covered in colored paint stains. Your paintbrush end was in your mouth, your eyes into slits as you thought about your painting. You always criticized your work. He didn’t understand why. You were extremely creative. You’d entered into the local fair and won awards almost every year. You liked your paintings to tell a story, is what you always told Eddie.

The polaroid camera sat on the coffee table beside him, and he quietly reached over and brought it to eye level, clicking the button as the room quickly flashed. You jumped at the noise. “Hey,” You looked back with a smile. “I look a mess!”

“You look beautiful.” He corrected for you, setting the camera back down as he held the polaroid. “I’ve been watching you for hours now. I don’t know what the hell I’m even watching now.”

“Friday the 13th chapter 2.” You laughed, turning back to your painting. “I wondered why I felt eyes at the back of my head. Thought maybe we had a ghost.”

“Oh, no.” He shook the picture. “So scary.”

He groaned loudly as he sat up from the couch, glancing at the tv as Jason sliced someone up with his machete, and happily trotted over to you. “Look how pretty.” He swung his arms around your neck, bending down to show you the picture with a cheesy smile.

“God, I look fat.” You cringed. “I’m slouched over. Throw that shit away.” You waved your hand so you wouldn’t have to see it.

“Fat?” He said incredulously. “It’s amazing how you can turn my compliments into insults. You’re too harsh on yourself, babe.” He put the picture in his back pocket, clapping your shoulder. “So, tell me what the story is with this beautiful bowl of fruit.”

“Farmers market opens next week.” You touched up your stem on the pineapple. “Thought maybe they’d like to hang this up by the register.”

“That’s nice of you.” He smiled, admiring the bright colors. “Joyce get hired there?”

“Mhm.” You hummed. “Starts opening day. I think Nancy wants to get a job there too.” You tilted your neck to the side as he kissed it lovingly under your ear.

“Mhm.” His vibrations warmed your neck.

You smiled, dipping your brush in yellow paint. “You’re gonna mess me up, Eddie.”

He dipped down to your shoulder, pulling down your tank top strap to kiss the exposed skin. “Don’t let me distract you, babydoll. Just lovin’ on what’s mine.”

“What’s yours?” You raised a brow in amusement.

He hummed back in response and you could feel his smile on your skin. “Eddie,” You rolled your head back. “I’ve got to finish this by tomorrow.”

“Come on, play with me.” He came up to kiss your cheek, making your smirk. “I’m tired of watching movies.”

You rolled your eyes and put down your paintbrush. “Fine,” You dramatized. “You want your dick sucked?”

“You make having sex with me sound like a chore,” He scoffed, pushing his curls out of his face. “I’m so touched.”

You chuckled and grabbed at his shirt. “Shut up.” You pressed your lips against his, standing on your tipy-toes. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he slowly walked you the both back to the couch. When the backs of his knees hit the couch he laid down, pulling you on top of him.

You kissed him slowly and lovingly, noses rubbing together, little sounds mixing with the violence on the tv screen. Your bare legs rubbed against his jeans, a little warmth growing in your belly of contentment. “Am I boring you?” He cupped the back of your neck, lightly pulling at your hair.

“A little.” You challenged, grinding your clothed body against his own. You whimpered when his large hand cupped the space between your legs, adding pressure in just the right spot.

“There she is.” He smirked slightly, looking up at you with hooded eyes. “See, if I was boring you, angel, you wouldn’t make that pretty sound, now would you?”

“More.” You breathed, leaning into his opposite hand he had on your face, your pussy pounding in the palm of his other.

“I don’t know,” He tsked, petting your face. “You were getting a little too mouthy for my liking, sweetheart. Maybe I should spank that bad attitude out of you, huh? Maybe I shouldn’t let you come.” He rubbed his hand against your shorts, his dirty words making you throb desperately.

“Please,” You begged, fluttering your eyes. “I want to come so bad. I’m sorry for being bad.” You could feel how hard he was against your bare thigh, and you reached out to palm his erection just like what he was doing with you.

He stiffened with a small groan. “Fuck. You’re a fuckin’ wet little thing, aren’t ya’?”

You nodded quickly, reconnecting your lips together in a quick tangle, rocking your bodies together like the ocean currents against the sand. You tumbled together, furiously removing articles of pesky clothing until your naked bodies were on display. Your wet arousal shined between your thighs, his hard cock resting against your slit as you tongue danced with him.

He sat up and twisted you around so he could be on top, leaning down to kiss you hard, dark curls falling down like a curtain. “Put your legs on my shoulders.”

You blushed deeply at the demand, obeying his words as you did so. You whimpered when he looked down at your push, aligning the tip of his thick cock. “Beg me for it.” He pushed out a husky breath.

You groaned and rolled your head to the side, arching your back for me. “Please,”

He rubbed himself up and down, circling your clit that send electric shock waves into your body, making you shake. “More.”

“Please, please, Eddie,” You had tears in your eyes. “I want your cock so fucking bad, please- oh,” He pushed himself in, the both of you simultaneously moaning. He thrusted in, bottoming out, his balls against the curvature of your backside.

He grabbed your hands and put them above your head, holding them there tightly as he began pounding into you. You’d never done it in this position before, not with your legs like this. It only made it more exciting for you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” You cried, panting heavily as tears leaked from the corners of your eyes. He looked down to his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy, your arousal making him glisten. He grunted, the weight of his thrusts making the couch squeak across the floor.

“Oh, god!” You sobbed, trying to move your hands. “Right there! Just like that, please don’t stop!” Your praises only made him go harder, your legs still dangling on his shoulders. He fucked you hard and deep, his cock abusing your g spot. You knew you wouldn’t be able to walk after this.

Your orgasm brewed in your stomach, your legs shaking from how cruel he was with you. You loved it in every way. “Gonna be my good girl again?” His words came out shaky, still domineering.

“Mhm, yes!” You mewled, arching your back. “Oh, god, you feel so good, give it to me, give it to me-” You chanted, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone.

“Fuck,” His stomach warmed and the ball inside was tight, coming down to kiss your lips. He let go of one of your hands to slap your clit, making you squeal. “Bad girl.” He trembled, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Been a bad- shit, bad little girl,”

“I’m close.” You cried, singing whimpers of songs that made him climb the ladder to release. “Almost, almost,”

Both of you came simultaneously, you sobbed and whimpered with you, his hips moving slower, but deep to ride through the release. He collapsed on top of you, his softening cock still inside of you. Your vision was blurry, your legs falling off his shoulders. Your breathing was erratic like you had been punched in the gut.

He gave you a wet kiss on the side of your neck, a tired graze of his lips that tickled. “Still alive?”

You chuckled, holding out a thumbs up to him.

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader

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rowretro · 4 months

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𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕?

✧warnings: fluff, slut shaming, kissing

♡synopsis: The bad boy Riki, has fallen for a rather girly girl, the kind of girl that many girls wouldn't expect guys to fall for. Y/n in her stylish outfits which were always admired by all, had the attention of Riki, and that seemed tick certain girls off.

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Riki groaned as he saw you walk down the hallway. One would assume it's because of how much you dress up just to go to school, or the supermarket. That's not the reason. Fuck he loves it, your style, your creative, the fact that half your accessories, or very pretty clothes were made by you. He loves that you're like a fresh wave of energy that suddenly brings a dry, dead, withering flowers, to life again. Sometimes, though, the boys love your outfits, for all the wrong reasons.

"Y/n for fucksake pull your skirt down!" Riki said, audible enough for just you to hear, he pulled you to himself. His eyes scanning the pink, delicate shimmer on your eyelids, Pretty, spikey eyelashes that were perfectly stuck on, Oh and how could he forget those glossy, kissable lips? a few, tiny iridescent hearts evident. Pink bows decorating your braided hair. "but why? it looks cute when it's short" she said, it's not like she was ever going to need to bend, she can't anyway, not with the 5 inch heels her feet carry around all day.

"You want to know what your outfit is missing? a nice leather jacket. Here have mine." He said, as he dressed you in his large leather jacket, ignoring your protests. You looked adorable in such a big jacket. You had no problem with leather jackets either, but this one specific Riki jacket made you look ridiculous. But there were people who had a bigger problem with it. Hwang Mihi.

Hwang Mihi would be described as a conventionally attractive, powder faced bitch. From her ridiculously rolled up short skirt, cakey makeup, and extremely bitchy personality. The girl had a problem with everyone and everything, specifically you. She's heard more people praise you than they praise her, you have more followers than her, and overall, you have the man she wants. Nishimura Riki.

"Rikiiii please~ it'll look good on you I swear!" you whined as Riki frowned. "I'm not wearing lipstick!" the man whined as you whined again "It's not a lipstick! it's a lip gloss stick it's not like you'll turn in to barbie with one swipe, idols wear this you know?" you reasoned as he sighed, leaning into you face. With a smile, you carefully applied the creamy, lip gloss stick, his eyes locked on your focused face, the close proximity making his heart beat faster than Usain Bolt ever ran. It fucking pissed Mihi off.

"How the fuck does a pink barbie carbon copy like you have MY man?!" She yelled, yanking at your braided hair, her tug so tight you had to bite her wrist to get out of her hold. "UGH U PASTE FACED FUCKER- U RUINED MY BRAID!" you yelled as suddenly a different person slapped the shit out of you. You could've sworn your brain left your body then entered it again. your head hit the wall behind you painfully hard, but as you pulled away to even process the first slap, you were painfully pushed up against the wall, and there before you was a much bigger male.

"You're such a pussy! you can't fight me yourself so you're using some guy who's dick you sucked?!!!" she asked, clearly knowing the man was one of the seniors that she used to be fwb with. Just for that, the male slapped her again, chocking her. "It's that fucking tongue isn't it?! If I rip it out you'll stop talking right?" Mihi asked as you frowned. "I have another way to silence her..." the male said with a smirk, his grip on your throat tightening as he tried to place his lips on hers.

Before his lips could even reach her lips, The male fell back, some of his teeth knocked out, his mouth bloody. "The fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?!!!" Riki asked as y/n stared at him in shock, heck even the girls were shook, they were fucking scared, never has Mihi ever seen her crush so pissed off, it was fucking scary. "J-just uh..." "Just what?! beating my future wife?! do u want to be scalped and dipped into lemon juice?!!!" He asked cracking his knuckles as the girl stuttered and ran off with her minions.

Riki didn't even get the chance to check on you, as your horrified scream filled the hallways. "Fuck y/n how bad did he hurt you?" he asked, kneeling down before you as you stared at your forehand in horror "MY NAIL SNAPPED! SO LONG OF HARD WORK BROKE JUST LIKE THAT." she exclaimed as Riki stood up, sighing. "I'll take that as a yes" he mumbled.

"Girlfriend? Future wife? what was that about?" you asked staring up at him as he smiled "I guess you called call it my confession..." he said as you frowned "Try again" you said as Riki snickerred "Y/n... I love you, and I want to fucking show you that everyday, so give me a chance baby" he said as you blinked. She felt her own blush, he's perfect, everything she needed, but never did she think your dream man would love you.

"Hmm but what if I don't want to?" you teased. as Riki helped you up "My sister knows a great nail tech, she's expensive but worth the price, how bout you treat your pretty hands for some prettier nails, and I'll pay all the expenses?" he asked as the girl pouted. "You don't need to bribe me like that... let me do it instead." You said, then kissed his lips, his eyes widening in shock as you smiled. "Lets skip school im gonna treat you to the best shopping spree you'd ever experience." He said as his arm snaked around your waist.

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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On a beautiful winter morning, young Hob Gadling decided he was going to marry his imaginary friend, Dream. He had found a pretty shiny rock when he went to the beach in the summer, and with it and some snow, he fashions a ring for Dream. They get "married" with Hob's favorite stuffed animals & Dream's raven as witnesses.

The Hob moves away from the house with the forest for a backyard,,,,,,and grows up.

Hob is supposed to marry Alex in two days; Alex is fine. He's nice and seems to love Hob enough, and forgives Hob's "clinginess". Hob understands that his partners tend to find him clingy, but (honestly) Hob feels like he's missing something, misplaced something very important to him, so he holds everything the tighter for missing it. And if when Hob looks at Alex, he doesn't see husband that's because "husband" conjures up a blurry image of black and white and spiky hair?? and a raven.

It all comes to a head during the rehearsal at the church. Alex and Hob are standing in front of the church when the doors at the back blow open. In strides the most beautiful man Hob has ever seen. The man walks right up to Hob, calls him husband, and kisses him so well Hob brain turns off.

There's screaming, but Hob can't do anything but stare at the good kissing pretty man.

Holy shit I love this so much.

Turns out that Hob accidentally married one of the Old Gods when he was in the woods that day?? And for over a decade Dream has been imprisoned by magic so was unable to come and claim Hob when he came of age, but he just got out and the first thing he did was come to find his husband??? Hob is deeply confused by all of this, but at the same time many things begin to make sense. Like that feeling of loss. And the fact that he's never quite been able to imagine a life with Alex.

Maybe it's morally reprehensible to marry a child who thinks it's all a game, but then again, Dream is beyond human morality. He also took the form of a child at that time, so there was nothing untoward going on. He even (and Hob can see that Dream is very, very reluctant to do this) offers Hob the equivalent of a magical divorce. Which Hob vehemently refuses.

He's so enamoured with his husband. Dream is very tall, taller than any human, and he has the grace and figure of a king. He's got a different raven now, called Matthew, who perches among his locks of long spikey hair. He's beautiful, magical - everything Hob wants.

Alex is long gone, and Hob has honestly forgotten about him. Dream is going to take him back to the forest to renew their vows... and consummate the marriage at last!!! It feels like Hob’s life is really about to begin.

And yes, Dream will love him for his clingyness. And he'll cling back, just as hard.

#the sandman #dreamling

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subbmissivesuccubus · 2 months

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Kinktober Day 4 - Hate Sex

Sanemi X Fem!Giyuu

A/n: Ngl, this is one of my favorite stories i've written for kinktober. I need to write hate sex more often, it is so fun! Also sorry for the radio silence on here, I've moved to a new county so XD A touch busy with life. But anyway, enjoy!

Gluck glurck gluck.

Sanami laughed as the filthy sounds echoed throughout the air, tossing his head back as he took pleasure in the situation. He always loved it when he won the bet, his pride swelling as he got the bratty woman to submit to him.

Giyuu was between his legs, her pretty pink lips stretched around his cock, a blush on her face as she deep-throated him. His cock was drenched in her saliva, dripping down his balls and making a mess of the mattress he was reclined on, but Sanemi didn’t mind. Was it truly a good fuck session if the sheets didn’t need changing after? Leaving her dressed in only her panties and her top, he got quite the view from where he sat, her perky ass perched up in the air as she bent on her knees to suck him off. He was completely naked, enjoying the power as he got to order her around the whole night.

The black haired woman glared up at him as she heard him laugh, her blue eyes would have been intimidating were it not for her dilated pupils. She pulled off of his cock, a string of saliva connecting his cockhead to her lips for a second before it broke apart. “Don’t act so fucking smart.” She said, cursing at him even as she jerked his cock up and down. “Why not?” Sanemi retorted, always enjoying when Giyuu was a mouthy brat at him, “Actually, be a good girl and remind me what the price of winning the bet it?” She simply clicked her tongue, averting her gaze from his prideful smirk. But of course, Sanemi wasn’t going to just let her be. His hand shot out to grip her face, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips to pout, making her face him. “I asked you a question.” The man growled, pressing on her face tighter, “Where’s my fucking answer?” Giyuu whined, trying to break away from his grip but failing. She huffed, the action looking quite adorable with her pouty face, before she answered:

“Whoever kills the most demons submits to the other for a day.”

“Exactly.” Sanemi said, pushing her face a bit as he let go, “Now enough with the attitude and get back to sucking.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And I’m going to fuck yours with no lube if you keep running that mouth of yours.”

With another click of the tongue, Giyuu once again placed her mouth on his cock, Sanemi tossing his head back as she started taking him in again. He got comfortable against the headboard, his hand coming up to grab the base of her ponytail, ignoring her whine of protest as he helped her deep throat his cock once more.

He disliked Giyuu the second he met her. Sure, she might have been a Hashira for a bit longer than him, but her high and mighty attitude mixed her with a sarcastic tongue quickly put her on his shit list. Sure, he might have thought she was beautiful, with her dark raven, spikey hair put up in a ponytail and her deep, blue eyes but her looks weren’t enough for Sanemi to like her. And it was no surprise that she wasn’t quite fond of him either.

Giyuu disliked Sanemi the second she met him. Not only did he snap at Ubuyashiki, but he was also violent, loud and had a short temper- all attributes that she did not have the patience to deal with. Sure, she thought he was handsome, his stark white hair and his piercing eyes which she found to be attractive rather than scary and not to mention the scars on his toned body that made him even more manly- but his looks weren’t enough for Giyuu to like him. And she didn’t care that he disliked her too.

But it was after a drunken night where everyone was tipsy from the alcohol, that their little bet first came to fruition. The rest of the Hashira were either passed out or flat out drunk, Sanemi and Giyuu being one of them. With one brash insult after another, the two of them were close to fist fighting were it not for Uzui stopping them:

“Shame on you, Sanemi!” the man said, loud and drunk, his words slurring, “No man should ever- ever fight a woman!”

“She’s not a woman.” Sanemi responded with a sneer, “She’s a rabid bitch!”

“And you’re a pissy little cow who throws a temper tantrum every time something doesn’t go your way.” Giyuu retorted, “even babies are more mature than you are.”

“The fuck did you say?!”

“Now, now.” Uzui said, trying to calm them down by ruffling both of their heads, “let’s not fight. Both of you are frustrated with each other and there’s a very simple way to resolve this tension.” He paused, making sure both of them were listening before he continued:

“You just have to fuck it all out.”

“What?” Giyuu asked, “HUH?!” Sanemi barked.

“You two always butt heads and it can be solved if you just fuck.” Uzui continued, taking another shot, “Trust me, a long night of rough sex is the perfect remedy.”

“Hah! Like I’d ever sleep with this pig.” Giyuu snapped, “I bet he’s not even good in bed.”

“Please- My dick works just fine as long as I’m sleeping with a beautiful woman and not some witch that was fished out of a well!”

And thus, the bet was born. Whoever got the most kills on a mission would be in charge in the bedroom and fuck the other however they please. Sanemi won the first round and he couldn’t be happier rubbing it in her face, the man going wild as he fucked her, insults and curses spewing from both their mouths. It was a fun and intense night but it proved Uzui wrong. It didn’t resolve anything- but rather- made them even more competitive.

Giyuu demanded a rematch. Which she won. So Sanemi demanded a rematch but Giyuu won again. So he demanded another. And then she demanded another. And she wanted a rematch after that one and well- now they’re here.

“Fuck yeah,” Sanemi growled, fucking Giyuu’s face mercilessly, his hips leaving the mattress to fuck into her mouth, “That’s it- take it- take it you nasty bitch!”

Giyuu couldn’t even glare at him, her eyes watering as his cock slid down her throat over and over again, her gagging adding more pleasure. His grip on her hair was unrelenting, using her mouth like a toy as he mercilessly pounded into her, his balls slapping against her chin. Giyuu assumed she’d be used to the sensation considering the number of blowjobs she’d given the man but, apparently not. Sanemi had a deliciously big cock (not that she’d ever tell him that) with a long, thick shaft and an angry red head with heavy balls. The first time she saw him, hard and dripping with pre-cum, she had to try her very best to not look fazed, lest the man get an ego about it.

“G-Gonna cum!” Sanemi moaned, tossing his head back, eyebrows furrowed as he felt the tell-tale signs of an orgasm rush over him, “Swallow every drop like you fuuuucking love it!”

Giyuu groaned around him and that just increased the pleasure, his balls clenching as he got ready to unload. A couple more thrusts and a loud shout later, Sanemi climaxed. He moaned loudly, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came, pulling at Giyuu’s ponytail and keeping her flush against his abdomen. Cock shoved deep, deep down her throat, her fingernails digging into his thighs, Giyuu gagged around Sanemi’s cock as he came. Rope after rope of cum shot down her mouth, her throat constricting around him with each gulp, the man so far down she could barely taste him.

His balls throbbed with each pump, Sanemi lightly rolling his hips against her as he milked his dick for every drop, letting out a satisfied sigh as he watched the woman take him so perfectly. “There we go…that’s it…yeah, you fucking love it~”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as Sanemi eventually let go of her hair, strands of it having been pulled out of her ponytail. She gently detached herself for his cock, leaving behind a sloppy, slobbered on mess. His dick was still hard, needing several rounds before it went limp thanks to his line of business and the stamina he built. Not that Giyuu was complaining of course.

“So full of yourself.” She teased, giving him another eye roll. “Oh yeah? Then maybe don’t enjoy it so much.” Sanemi retorted. “You think I’m enjoying this?” “I do. But please, take those panties off and prove me wrong.”

Giyuu pouted, knowing full well that her panties were drenched, her pussy dripping. Sanemi laughed, giving her a light pat on the face, “That’s what I fucking thought. Now show me those tits.” Still pouting, Giyuu straightened up and sat on her heels, fingers getting to work on her uniform. Sanemi continued to recline against the headboard and enjoyed the view, peeks of her skin getting revealed as she unbuttoned her top. So many people in the corp were head over heels for Mitsuri, Sanemi having to scare of many a perverts to keep the pink haired woman safe as the Love Hashira was too nice to actually hurt humans. But he always thought people were blind for not realising just how sexy Giyuu was.

An ample chest, toned body with beautiful curves and a nice ass- she was stunning. Not that he’d tell her that, of course.

“You’re staring like an old pervert.” Giyuu said once she tossed her top and bra aside, her bare breasts out for Sanemi to enjoy as she crawled towards him, already knowing what he wanted. “Yeah, well.” The man said, eyes indeed glued to her breasts, plump with cute, pink nipples that were already hard as she sat on his lap, straddling him, “You’re good for something.”

“I can say the same thing about you.” Giyuu said, grinding her panty covered pussy against his cock, making him hiss at the sensitivity. He smacked her ass harshly, making her gasp from the contact, the pain getting dulled as he grabbed a handful of the cheek he just spanked, groping it like a toy. Two fingers slipped into the fabric of her panties, caressing her soft skin, inching closer and closer to her wetness. Deciding that he wanted boobs more than to retort, he simply ignored her comment in favour of opening his mouth and sealing his lips against the tit that was right in front of his face.

Giyuu bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from moaning, refusing the let Sanemi know just how sensitive her breasts were- or rather- just how good he made her breasts feel. The way he sucked at her nipple was addicting, his hot tongue running over the hard bud in circles before flicking it mercilessly, each flick making her body shudder. Her hands ran up his shoulders to clutch at his hair as he suckled on a nipple, his long eyelashes tickling her skin as she grabbed onto fistfuls of his silver locks.

“’Not enjoying this’ my ass.” Sanemi growled as he pulled away from her nipple with a pop before running his tongue over her breasts to make his way to the other bud, “I’m not even touching your pussy but I can feel how wet you are.”

“Sh-shut up- ah!” Giyuu gasped as he licked at her other nipple, giving it a gentle nibble before wrapping his lips around it and suckling harshly. All the while, without her knowing about it, her hips were grinding against him, her body aching for pleasure. She hated that he could see right through her, but she did get turned on by sucking his cock. No- she was turned on the second he got her in his room. Pushing her in, ordering her to strip while he took his clothes off- the passionate way he kissed her before pushing her onto the bed-

“Sa-aah-nemi.” She called out with a gentleness he rarely heard from her, the woman tugging at his hair, “I- fuck- I want a kiss.”

“Hmm? What was that?”

“Y-You heard me, asshole.”

“Fine. Have it your way.” He sucked on her nipple again, ignoring her request entirely which made her groan in frustration. “Fuck- fine- I- I want a kiss.” Giyuu relented. “You want to kiss me?” Sanemi asked, flicking her nipple with his tongue and loving the way she jumped. “Y-Yes. I do.” “Then kiss me, bitch.”

He grabbed her by the back of her head and roughly pulled her down, making Giyuu yelp at the sudden movement. He crashed his lips against hers, immediately slipping his tongue in and swallowing her little moans. He loved it when he got her like this. Needy and desperate with just enough attitude to make things fun. She moaned against him as he continued to grope her butt, her pussy grinding against his cock shamelessly, her cute whines for more was music to his ears.

“Ah-ah!” she squealed, feeling dizzy as Sanemi’s hand slipped into her panties just as he started biting her tongue. She could feel him snicker as his rough, thick fingers touched her bare pussy, the sound of his digits rubbing against her wetness already loud. He rubbed at her clit, giving it quick strokes before rubbing rough yet slow circles on her sensitive bud. Oh he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on it, but that would come later. For now, he wanted to move on with the main course.

Giyuu pulled away from the kiss to moan, overwhelmed by the sensations as Sanemi suddenly slipped two fingers inside her, her pussy so wet he didn’t need to work up from one. He watched as she rested her head against his shoulder, his other arm wrapping around her waist as he fingered her open, her juices dripping down his hand.

But he wasn’t going to let her off that easily.

“What was it you did the last time you won?” Sanemi asked, a knowing smirk on his face as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, “Oh, that’s right. You tied me up, rode my cock and came over and over again- but you didn’t let me cum even once.”

“That’s-“

“And what was it you called me? Your personal dildo?”

“Uh-“

“Now, convince me.” Sanemi said, stopping his fingers as he looked up at her, nudging her so she’d move her head from his shoulder, “Why should I let you cum, hmm? Right now, you’re my personal pussy and do toys deserve to feel good?”

Giyuu bit her tongue before an insult could escape, Sanemi’s hand on her hip preventing her from grinding against his fingers. If she wanted release, she’d…have to submit.

“I-If you let me cum- I’ll let you cum inside me.”

“I was going to do that anyway.”

She mewled as Sanemi started to lightly thrust his fingers, not moving enough to truly give her pleasure, but enough to remind her of her fingers stretching her pussy and that his cock would feel even better.

“Y-You can fuck my ass?”

“I think you’d enjoy that more than I will.”

She bit her lower lip, gnawing at it before she threw away her pride and said:

“Th-Then…the next time we bet…we’ll consider you the winner.”

Sanemi raised an eyebrow, a smile on his face, “Three times.”

“Two. Take it or leave it.”

“Oh, you think you’re in a position to negotiate?” Sanemi asked, curling his fingers just right inside her, hitting her g-spot and making her gush like a fountain.

“F-Fine! Three times! The next three bets- you’re the winner.”

“You better not fucking forget it!”

Taking his fingers out of her, Sanemi pushed her, both of them tumbling into a new position. Giyuu grunted as her back met the mattress, her legs spread wide for the white-haired man to tower over her. His hands grabbed at her panties and pulled them apart, ripping them like paper. She had to remember to chastise him for ruining another pair of her undergarments but for now, she was too desperate to care.

Sanemi licked his lips as he grabbed her legs and spread her apart even more, his dick twitching with excitement as he gazed at her pussy. Perfect, juicy and oh so fuckable, he had spent many an hour eating her delicious cunt and even more time stuffing his cock inside it. He gripped at his member, giving it a few tugs before he placed it at her entrance. Giyuu watched, excited as both of them didn’t care for words anymore.

She gasped as he started to push in, his fat cock splitting her apart deliciously. She’d never get used to his girth inside her and Sanemi would never get used to her tightness. He grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning as he pushed inside her, her pussy so wet the glide was smooth and so, so deliciously hot. Eventually, he bottomed out, both of them gasping and panting like virgins doing it for the first time.

Seeing Sanemi on top of her, the mans face flushed red and eyebrows furrowed, clearly overtaken by pleasure was a sight for sore eyes. Sure, it was fun seeing his hungry expression as she ordered him to eat out her ass or the frustrated look in his eyes as she rode him without giving him release- but she might enjoy this a bit more. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, pushing him even deeper inside her and making both of them moan as his cock touched the entrance of her womb, her body aching for more.

And more he was going to give.

With a grunt, Sanemi started to thrust, muscles tightening as he worked his body the way he knew she liked. With her gummy walls milking him, he rolled his hips against her, smirking triumphantly as she let out a sweet moan, letting him know he found her g-spot. Aiming for that spot inside her, he picked up the pace, snuggling his face into her neck as he fucked her- no- as they made love. “S-Sanemi- Sanemi!” Giyyu screamed, balls slapping against her as he pounded into her, his cock leaving her breathless, “Yes- yes- oh yes!” “Yeah, scream for me baby~” Sanemi cooed, not missing the way her pussy tightened around him as he called her the adoring nickname, “Milk my cock like a goooood fucking girl~ You like my cock? Hmm? Oh, you love it, don’t you?”

Ever defiant, Giyuu shook her head, making him laugh out loud but this time, she laughed with him, even if her laugh was jumpy due to the force of his thrusting. “Th-there’s n-no way your c-cock will- oh fuck- hnng- make me feel g-good!” “No way huh?” Sanemi asked with a snicker, knowing the woman was full of shit, “Then should I stop?” “No!” Giyuu protested, eyes wide as she wrapped her arms around his tighter, “No- No please-“

“Then beg me for it.” Sanemi snarled, looking her right in the eye, sweat dripping down his brow as he continued with his pace, “And- fuck me- apologize.”

“I-I’m sorry for l-lying.” Giyyu said, tears in her eyes over the pleasure, feeling his cock throb inside her, “I want you- I want your cock to f-fuck me silly!”

“Good girl~” Sanemi pepper her cheek with a few kisses before he took her lips again, picking up the pace of his thrusting. Giyuu dug her nails into his back, leaving behind bright red marks- scars that he’d wear with pride. There was no more talking- just lust. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, of moans, of cries and of kisses, both of them going dizzy from their desires.

“G-Gonna cum!” Giyyu whined, panting heavily, feeling like she wasn’t taking enough air into her lungs from how much Sanemi had ruined her. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was him. “Me too!” Sanemi said, his hips almost a blur with how passionately he was pounding her pussy. He was determined to make her unable to walk tomorrow, “Fuck- fuck! Cum around my cock, baby~”

“Cum inside me!” Giyuu begged, tossing her head back as her tits bounced up and down, Sanemi occasionally taking a greedy grope, “Want you- inside me.”

“Fuck- cumming!”

“Cumming- cumming!!”

With a scream, the two of them climaxed simultaneously. Giyuu screamed, eyes rolling to the back of her head and her back arching in a perfect ‘C’. Her muscles tensed and her toes curled, her legs shooting out straight and her fingers digging even harder into Sanemi’s back. Her orgasm hit her like a truck, taking away her breath as all she could do was cry and moan, her body trembling like a leaf. She giggled happily as she felt him cum inside her, pumping her womb with his seed. He filled her up deliciously, Sanemi always cumming gallons. He came and came, filling her up so much she felt him spill out a bit. Sanemi wasn’t any better. The man bit into Giyuu’s neck, marking her as he moaned into her skin, the slightly pain turning into her pleasure. His balls clenched as he shot out ropes of thick, hot cum into her eager cunt, filling up her baby maker. Was it risky? Absolutely. Was it fun? Absolutely.

Would Sanemi be upset if he got her pregnant? Absolutely not.

His body tightened, his muscles spasming as he came, hugging her tightly as he rolled his hips, pumping every last drop inside her of her, refusing to let any of it go to waste. Eventually, both of them came down from their highs, Sanemi completely collapsing on top of her once they were done cumming. Giyuu winced at the pain on her neck, grateful that the uniform would cover it up but that was a problem for future Giyuu. For now, she simply caressed Sanemi’s hair, his cock still stuffing her cunt as they returned back to Earth.

“That was…fuck…” Sanemi said, voice slightly muffled.

“That was great.” Giyuu agreed, pressing a kiss to his head.

“…finally got you to admit it.”

“I didn’t admit shit.”

“So you don’t want me to fuck your ass?”

“…I didn’t say that.”

“Of course not.”

#subby writes #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #sanemi x giyuu #sanemi kny #sanemi shinazugawa #kny sanemi #sanemi smut #giyuu smut #tomioka giyuu smut #sanegiyuu #genderbend #genderbender

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lushafterglow · 2 months

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Self Destruction is… well.

Chapter One -> ever get the feeling of being watched?

Paring: Mafia Boss Toji x Lawyer F!Reader

Summary: Every morning is the same, wake up, go to the local coffee shop right by your firm, go to your office, work, go home, repeat. Always the same, thought while your one to keep to yourself you just can’t but help the little kid with spiky hair. Only to find the father to too much longer after.

Tropes: Mafia romance, stalker romance, frenimes to lovers, single dad.

Masterlist

Warnings: 10 year age gap. (Reader is 20.) Stalking, cussing, descriptive violence.

Taglist: @queendessi24 @idkdudsworld

Series Masterlist.

You silently curse yourself when you walk into the coffee shop to see it packed. You looked down at the clock on your phone, seeing the clock tick from 7:08 to 7:09. You had time. You were supposed to clock into the office at 7:30, and it was right around the corner.

You claim your place in line and silently wait, scrolling through your email. You rolled your eyes and your friend and colleague, Rosie, email that was actually just secret gossip. A thing the two of you started to do since you were still interns. You two got scolded for being on your phones, so Rosie sent you an Email talking shit about your guy’s boss at the time. It soon became a regular thing.

A slight bump in your leg pulled your attention away from your phone and brought it to the little kid who just accidentally ran into you. Your brow rose curiously as you looked around for parents who seemed to have claim over him. You turned to the person behind you and subtly pointed to the kid – who had quite unusual spikey hair – and titled your head.

The person shook their head, answering your silent question. You sighed, you knew it wasn’t the person in front of you kid. “Do you know where your parent is?” The kid just stared at you for a moment before silently shaking his head, a quiet child indeed, granted he was probably scared.

“When did you last see them?” The boy was quiet again for a moment until his timid voice eventually spoke up. “I saw Daddy by the street.” You nodded and made your way out the line, cursing God for making you go a day without it, however you refused to let this kid be left alone.

“And your name? Can you tell me that?”

“Megumi.” His name means blessing. You smiled at the thought, his dad and mom must really love him. They were probably worried to death. “Do you know your last name?” The kid only nodded his head yes, making you raise your brow as if asking, ‘Well?’. “Fushiguro.” The name sounded familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it, granted you processed probably 100 names a day.

You made your way onto the street and looked around for an adult who bared any resembalnce to Megumi. You told Megumi to look for his parent as well and you kept a hold of his hand tightly, not wanting to lose him too. After a few moments you heard a loud voice yell “Megumi! Through the crowd.

Megumi pointed to the man and told you, “That’s my daddy.” You nodded and, with your grip still tight, made your way through the sea of people and two the man. When you came to a stop the man in front of you couldn’t deny being his father. Besides the texture of his hair, he looked like a bloody older twin. Your grip on Megumi hand dropped, and his father rushed to pick him up.

“What did I tell you? You can’t go sneak off, you could have been killed!” That was a teeny bit dramatic, but granted there are some creeps in the world. You smiled to the family, “I found him in that coffee shop, no harm done to him.” His father for the first time looked to me and I gave him a little wave in return. He put Megumi onto the ground and after giving him a ‘stay’ look he turned back to me.

“I owe you thanks.” His voice was rich, deep, smooth. It was the kind of voice you would think of when reading a romance book and the male main character said something that mode you blush like crazy. “It’s no problem at all really, I’m just glad you two found each other.” I gave his little boy a tiny smile, as a way to not leave him out of conversation.

“Trust me, not as glad as I am that he found you.” You gave the two one last kind smile the hurried to bid him good day, it was almost time for work.

You walked up too the crosswalk and waited for the light to turn green so you can pass. You started at that red hand, waiting. You fingers drumming against your phone. The light flicked to green and you started to walk, but ou felt the hair’s on your neck stand and goosebumps form across your arms. You looked over your shoulder and you saw the boy and his dad.

They were seated in the coffee shop by the window. The dad said something to the waitress and he nodded her away. You were about to continue crossing the road but then he looked back. He looked over his shoulder giving you a grin that would surely light the flames in hell. Your breath hitched. He winked, taking a sip of his drink.

You shook off the encounter and turned back around, rushing across the street. You turn the corner and land your eyes on your firm. What a weird encounter. You opened the door and sighed out, here you were the one who controlled everything, and the thing about control is that it’s just a illusion. An illusion that some people can’t sell, and one some people live off of.

You didn’t tell Rosie about the strange interaction you had earlier that morning. You didn’t tell her because it wasn’t strange, a dad lost his kid, and you helped them out, but the why did you have this strange feeling in your gut?

You walked through the door of your lovely home, kicking off your heels by the door. You rolled your neck, sighing as you took off your coat and hanged it by the door. You walked through your house without a second thought heading straight for the kitchen.

You opened the glass door beside your pantry and pulled out a bottle of wine. Luxury of being a well off Law-firm owner. You grabbed a single glass cup and walked to the counter top. Red poured into the cup, not a drop landing elsewhere. You took a long sip, staring at the wall when you placed the cup back down. You started at the cup for a moment before getting up – cup in hand – and walked over to the sink. You placed the cup above it, and then titled it, watching the rich red wine pour down the drain.

You didn’t bother to wash the cup, you left it in the sink and made your way up the stairs. You walked into your room and took a seat on your bed. You loved being surrounded by trees. Being an hour away from the city. You called ubers to bring you into the busying city when needed.

You could live in the city if you wished it, and the only way you would is if you had a penthouse or something, away from neighbors. You could afford it, you were successful, but money can’t cure your fear of heights.

You looked around before standing up again, you started to unbutton your blouse, shrugging off the fabric. You then next worked on your dress pants, button, unzip, kick off. You opened your dresser and started to find one of your comfy pajama’s. You closed the door and then you felt it.

Your hair stood, goosebumpes spread all over you, and that feeling in your stomach came back. You felt like you were being watched. You hurried the clothes on the walked to your balcony, the door’s were locked but you still had the curtains open. You always did, and you’ve never felt off.

You gripped the curtain and gave the trees surrounding you one last glace over but ultimately found nothing. If there was someone out there then the darkness was their friend tonight. You closed the curtains quickly and hurried around the house, locking all doors and windows.

When you reentered your room you shook your head, ‘It’s just the wine, get a grip.’. You turned off your bed room light trying to find sleep, sleep that didn’t come.

First chapter done!!! Chapter Two is in the works right now and I can’t wait to get it out to ya’ll I hope you enjoyed this! I wrote this in google docs so if the writing format is weird then that’s why :) Also ik this seems short but it’s because that why I’ll get chapters out faster. Plus this is only the first chapter.

#jjk masterlist #jjk #jjk toji #dilf toji #toji masterlist #toji x you #toji smut #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader

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dreamesamu · 3 months

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friends to lovers (maybe?)

a/n notes: please listen to taylor swift - enchanted for a better experience <3

"alright, alright! bakugo please calm down," a sweat dropped from kirishima's face as he stood miles away to reassure the spikey blonde who was just hit the ceiling.

"calm down? kirishima, you know i hate that rumour bullshits. I've gotta kill whoever writes this absurd newspaper." bakugo exploded while his friend scanned the grey paper in his hand, acknowledging the circumstance.

"maybe that rumour you have a new lover must be the cover of something in it, I could help you out with that," kirishima rubbed his temple at the frantically bakugo screaming in the room "and in order to do that, you have to keep your head cold until we found some pieces of information."

that evening, bakugo went back to your shared home being extra grumpy.

"y/nnnn I'm goddamn home!"

he slammed the door and immediately noticed that something was different. started by you, and the soft music you called a masterpiece a few days ago he didn't remember, enchanted by taylor swift maybe.

"oh, you're back. what's the fuss?" you concern, munching something in your mouth.

"shitty day."

"right"

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The TV was on, it was your favourite series. bakugo stepped out of his bedroom, hair half wet.

"hey, wanna make something together? I'm hungry"

"hmm." your eyes glued to the screen, mouth still munching. "I'm not that hungry, boss. maybe we could just order something outside?"

he was confused by those words.

later that night, some loud angry voices echoed faintly from his room, you never really mind though, you were busy at that moment.

"kirishima, what do you think if someone close to you suddenly acts... um... weird?"

"how weird do you mean?" spoke the other line.

"ugh... not spending time with you? maybe cook some dinner?"

kirishima, who's minding his own bussiness nearly caught off guard.

"who are you?"

"the heck?"

"now, that's really not a topic that I expect you to speak of. is it y/n?"

bakugo couldn't say a word.

"I guess that's a yes, then?"

"no"

"oh shut up." the other line laughed. "don't be shy, tell them how you feel, though my advices won't stand a chance."

bakugo ended the call, face flushed red, he would explode if kirishima said any further about you.

everything is weirdly normal the next morning, he stole every glances he could to check up on you. you felt it, but were to preoccupied to even question him.

"I feel like they were trying to keep themselves busy to avoid me."

now that was what he thought to himself in the mirror.

"should I try talking to them?" he silently let out a sigh.

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"y/n, i'm home."

greeted him was a dark and cold living room, and uncomfortable silence.

"maybe they haven't done with their work." he dropped himself on the couch, exhaustingly pulled out the phone, killing some time while waiting for you.

the news on social media flooded with pictures of him and his rumoured lover, some chicks that he didn't even know. those just made him sick. he turned off his phone, inevitably fell asleep.

being woke up by a warm hand touching his cheek, he unconciously held it, thinking it was you. and it was really you, eyes full of concern.

"bakugo, have you overworked yourself?" you confronted him. "you look so pale!"

"goddamn it..." he muttered.

"pardon me?"

"you still care." he scoffed, a small smile formed up. "thought you're avoiding me. thank god"

you'd lost it, given up to him, but not completely. "what do you mean?"

"you're playing dumb." he muttered again. "I hate that shit."

you tried to swallow a choke. "sorry, can I take a seat?"

bakugo sat up, you shifted beside him uncomfortably.

"well... it's true that i've been avoiding you... I just thought that maybe the idea of us living together will make your girlfriend uncomfortable" but in fact, it made you uncomfortable.

"y/n, you do not know if the rumours are true, do you?" he groaned.

"yeah... but, still..." you rubbed your neck, embarrassed.

"sorry... I just... thinking that i hate the fact that you have a girlfriend, someone I don't even familiar with." your head turned away from his, wanting to leave the room as you nervously shifted.

"it makes so much more sense now." you found in his tone somehow a bit softness. "you liked me."

your eyes widen. he knew? but who the hell-

"it's not that easy as you think to come to this conclusion. I know it's a little bit straightforward, but I think I've seen enough." he confessed.

"who... told...?" you were still in shock your words fell faint. and he was flustered. two minutes straight of awkward silence.

"ahem..." you pulled yourself together. "yes, i like you. but i sensed that maybe you wouldn't be the type of guy who's in for a relationship."

"for how long?" bakugo sat with his fingers fiddled, stomach burning, impatiently waiting.

"years" you sighed. "i was fine with every rumour you've been involved in in the past, but somehow this one is just my last straw. seeing them talking about you guys and the fact that this was spreaded for quite some time, i don't think it's gonna stop. so the best option for me is to just get over this secret little crush on you, last night was my first attempt, but I still care."

you laughed pathetically, pity youself. "you know, it hurts a lot to pretend that I liked the idea of you guys dating with my friends. it has been bothering me."

you cover your face with both hands, whispered softly "i'm just a fool"

bakugo felt his heart sank after the proposal, he moved closer to you, take one hand and squished it gently.

"sorry... I should've found out sooner." he then pulled you in for a hug. you bursted crying.

he closed his eyes, hand caressed your hair, "don't stop liking me, y/n." he had you safely in his firm arm, smelled the scent that sooner will became his. "because I think it's working."

"you... like me?" you sniffed. nose runny, watery eyes. he thought it was cute.

"sorry for keeping you waiting, I'll treat you like you deserved to be." he kissed your forehead, your face, then your lips. "I don't even know the person they told that i'm dating, you little idiot."

that night was sparkling. please don't let it go.

i felt it's ooc. because we have no clue about bakugo in a relationship, just predicting it. i'm clearing out my old drafts anyway, enjoy this little piece (i think?)

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florvaine · 11 months

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pretty kitty.

Hobie is a little a little too excited to see you at another robbery. (afab! black cat! reader)

genre: fluff, nsfw mentions

warnings: nsfw mentions, teasing, swearing, stealing, throat grabbing, binding (is that the right word?).

-—- “WE AIN’T DOIN’ THIS AGAIN, DOLLFACE,” His raspy, London accent rings around the large jewellery store, “We both know you don’t like hidin’ from me, yeah?”

With his mask now pulled off of his face, wicks bouncing free from the confines of the spikey-mohawk on top of his mask, he looks around with his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets. He twitches his nose, spinning around in his spot a few times - slowly surveying the area.

Hobie was, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, waiting for another call in of a robbery. With the chance of it being you that he had to ‘take down’. Something in the way you seemed almost fueled by his remarks, or the way your hips swayed with each calculated step, he knew why you were called ‘Black Cat’.

Sly, quiet, flexible and complete and utter bad luck.

But if you were bad luck, why weren’t his senses going haywire?

A silky voice responds, “But where’s the fun in that? I’d rather hide in plain sight and watch you try find me like a little puppy.”

Hobie has to stop his lashes from fluttering close, looking up to meet eyes with you. Underneath the black latex mask (that he regularly made fun of; ‘why have a mask if it doesn’t cover anything?’ He’d say) your e/c eyes crinkled as you smile.

“C’mon, as much as I love the idea of takin’ from the rich, you gotta return that shit.” Hobie points at the black velvet bag dangling from your belt.

You pout, and the man almost feels bad, “I thought you liked our little run-ins, you seemed pretty eager to come,”

Hobie’s mind goes straight into the gutter; he suppresses a groan.

You drop down from the ceiling, upright and running a finger along his jawline from your close proximity, “What about a chase, hm? You like those.”

Hobie’s held tilts in the direction your finger runs, a thin, silver point making it’s way along his supple skin and tracing his adam’s apple, whilst your e/c eyes look up at him. His tongue runs against his lip ring, the hoop shifting slightly.

“Will that get you to return everything, kitty?” His eyes lower to your lips, back up to your eyes and then they closed tightly with a hiss as you left a miniscule cut beside his adams apple.

His burnt-auburn eyes open again, and now you’re in the doorway across the room, leaning against it with the velvet pouch in your hand. A golden-banded ring with a large diamond in the middle is plucked between your thumb and pointer finger. Your eyes drag across the shimmering jewellery and flicker up to him.

The ring is now back in the bag, and you take of running with a chuckle. It’s around this time Hobie sighs, a smirk on his lips as he yanks his mask back on, a web sticking above the doorway to accelerate his speed.

The jewellery store is open, but practically everything inside is fragile. He notes this, a few extra layers of precaution filter through his body, checking his movements before he does anything.

A streak of black from your form-fitting suit dances across his vision through the door to the left of the hallway you were previously in. The sound of a hollow metal rings through his ears before he enters after you, and he stops at the sight of three metal barrels on the floor.

Ahead of him, turning around from him with a grin on your face, you turn around and continue running away from him. A flight of stairs ascends from the end of the hallway, exactly where you’re headed.

He huffs, vaulting over them, “Really? Barrels? God, that’s cliché of you.” He snarks quietly, outstreching his hand as a thick string of web shoots out towards you.

The web misses, splatting against the wall to the right of your body at shoulder height.

“All you got, Hobie?” You say. His name rolls off the tip of your tongue, and it sounds like music to his ears.

The man bites back a quip, aiming and shooting another web in your direction

The thwip of his web is the first thing you hear, and then it’s the feeling of it latching onto your forearm as your tugged backwards.

A small sound is released from your lips and you lean backwards to try break, but only to go against the his web on the other side of you. The bag is clutched in your free hand, and the drawstring to the pouch is quickly moved to dangle out of your teeth as you use the silver claws on the tips of your fingers to cut the web.

It works, but rather slowly as Hobie’s a lot closer to you now. You pull the drawstring back into your right hand, turning back around and dodging another web that he shot your way.

“We always do this, Y/n. It always ends the same.” He calls, and the exciting thing is you knew exactly what it meant.

With extra fuel, you reach and open the door ahead with ease, looking back to see Hobie just seconds away from the door. He slings yet another web in your direction, but you close the door just in time.

The web hits the doorframe and the door, sticking it together - and with all the speed he had gained - Hobie couldn’t slow down in time.

A loud bang follows you shutting the door, and you wince, jogging up the stairs with the clicking of your chunky heeled boots. The jewellery clinks with each step you take.

Hobie’s spitting curses as he pulls at the webbing on the door, and a thought passes your mind. Eyes looking back at the door at the bottom of the stairs, you smile.

The taller of the two of you finally manages to pry the door open, his mask discarded in his pocket as blood drips down from his right nostil.

He takes a breath, then bolts up the stairs with something new shining behind his eyes.

“Kitty,” He calls once he passes the open door that lead to the roof.

It’s a clear night, and the jewellery store is beside and opposite over taller buildings with less pretty exterior. The stars are bright, the moon in a waxing crescent. Fresh air and the sounds of cars below filter through the air.

His hands aren’t in his pockets rather dangling at his side, and there’s blood spilling from his nose, running over each indent and crack in his lips and smudged at his chin. Eyes squinted slightly, he catches sight of you crouched on the edge of a railing.

You turn to run, but his web is faster. A new force applied to both of your wrists drags you back, a squeal leaving your mouth as you’re pulled towards him. Your back meets his chest, and you huff with a small smile, trying to hide your enjoyment.

His hand raises to your throat, a gentle squeeze that left your mind running circles. His tilts your head upwards, and you meet his gaze.

“You see what ya’ve done, hm?” His eyes scan yours before they move to your wrists bound behind your back.

Something about that picture causes a reaction in his lower stomach.

You hum, “I can see it, looks pretty hot to me.” Voice husky and low, you reply.

“Might look hot but it hurts a lot, dollface.” He trails his other hand across your forehead, moving a few loose strands back behind your ears.

“You should see someone for that, get some painkillers.”

“Why don’t you distract from the pain, huh? I don’t have any painkillers on me now, but you’re right here. Plus, you did this to me.” His hand lowers from your throat to the base of you neck, and with your wrists still bound, he lowers his head down to the place where your shoulder and neck meet.

His lips kiss gently at the skin, before he bites and nibbles at each free spot of skin you had on show above your collarbones. Each time his lips meet the flesh of your neck you let out a sound - a groan, a breath or a light moan.

Through your rushing thoughts and whispered sounds you speak, “You know the bag is in the stairway, right?”

He hums against your skin, tongue running over his most recent hickey like a cat grooming itself.

“I did, I saw it,” His mouth moves up to your ear to whisper, “I just wanted you.”

His lips meet yours, and the taste of metal fills your senses. His lip ring is cool against your warming connection, and you can feel his tongue sliding against your lips to tease you. You can feel his hips roll forwards into you, and you activity have to stop yourself from whimpering as you feel him.

“This is gonna be a long night, ain’t it, kitty?” He whispers against your lips.

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what-immortal-hand-or-eye · 6 months

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20. The things you said I wasn't meant to hear; Vashwood

I am feeling soft and squishy this morning, so ignore how long it's been since you sent in this ask and enjoy These Two Dipshits. Inspired by me nearly giving myself hypothermia.

Vash woke up feeling amber-warm and soft. He'd worked himself to the bone the day before, caught in torrential rains that sent mudslides thundering down the hills towards the town. Hours of slinging sandbags and bracing rickety synth wood posts that swelled and burst in the rain with Wolfwood at his side.

Once they'd stemmed the tide, Wolfwood had taken one look at Vash and slung him over his shoulder, saying he looked like a drowned cat. Vash hadn't argued, the downpour sapping his strength and leaving him shivering. He hadn't protested as Wolfwood dragged him bodily into the inn and into their shared room, peeling him out of his sodden leathers and calling him a "sad, skinny onion". Vash's only response had been a wet sneeze.

Since they'd forgone their heroes' feast, one of the servers brought up two plates and hot buttered rum, with a thank you note signed by the patrons. Wolfwood bullied him into eating, even as every bite felt like chewing through bricks and he feared passing out with a mouthful of macaroni.

He didn't really remember falling asleep, and didn't care. He was pressed against Wolfwood's side, barely aware of the world around them. The only thing he could make out with any certainty was the soft hum of his voice.

"Needle-noggin," he murmured. "The needliest noggin. Vash the Stampede. The Humanoid Typhoon. Nah, not a typhoon. Cen't even stand a little rain. Shivery beanpole. Featherhead. How is your hair so soft when you put all'a that shit in it, huh?" He ran a hand lightly over Vash's hair. "Soft as your heart. I swear, you'd still be out there helpin' if I hadn't dragged your sorry ass in." He rambled, saying whatever popped into his head. "Needle-noggin. My needle-noggin."

His.

Vash was his.

Wolfwood kept on, voice barely above a whisper. "Milly calls folks honey. Are you a 'honey'? Sweet enough to be. Sweet to me." He aimlessly brushed his knuckles along Vash's shoulder. "You'd laugh if I called you that, though. Call me a sap. Maybe I am."

It was a good thing that Vash's face was buried under the blanket. His cheeks were red hot.

"Honey," Wolfwood whispered, voice still gravelly from sleep. "Sweetheart. You got a big, sweet heart, doncha, darlin'?" He kept gently stroking Vash's shoulder, fingers tracing the length of his stump.

Vash was going to die.

Wolfwood curled up close to him, wrapping him in his arms. "Let's sleep the day away. I'm still cold as hell, and we've got nowhere to be. Whaddya say?"

"Okay."

He felt Wolfwood freeze, all of the gooeyness leaving him at once.

"Spikey."

Vash kept his face pressed into Wolfwood's ribs, his eyes squeezed shut. "M?"

"How long have you been awake?" Wolfwood's voice was taut with embarrassment.

He shrugged. "Dunno. I'm still really out of it." He tried to keep his voice blamelessly breezy. When he shifted his head up to finally look at Wolfwood, he saw that his face was a deep crimson. "Thanks for staying with me."

Wolfwood deflated, clearly thinking he was in the clear. "'Course, needle-noggin."

Vash grinned. "And by the way, my hair's so soft because I use conditioner."

He laughed as Wolfwood shoved him off the bed.

#ask game #answered #writing prompt #personal notes #vash the stampede #trigun #wolfwood #vashwood

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aubieinsanity · 1 year

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TriStamp Spoilers

AHHHHHHH I can barely process right now but my mind is about to explode with thoughts and emotions and I’m gonna throw up and I need to word vomit RIGHT NOW:

“knives is going to artificially impregnate..” EWWW the rape metaphor continues what a fucking predator

meryl not giving a shit and repeatedly running up to vash and calling his name like yeah girl go!!!! you’re so brave!!! go get him!!!!!!

VASH BURSTING OUT OF THE TANK AND SAVING MERYL FROM KNIVES AHGWEKLUGFHTOWHUIO

“Thank you, Meryl. I heard your voice, too.” stoooopppp i am CRYING

Meryl’s pure grin of joy and relief when he comes back around!!! she’s so fucking relieved and happy omG

tongari TONGARI TONGARI vash has spikey head omfg

and he made a glowy tesseract and can i have this as a product to purchase, please?

*chants* epic rooftop fight, epic rooftop fight!!!

i am SO. FUCKING. HAPPY. about the conditions under which wolfwood returned. he came back to save MERYL not Vash!!!!! i am spinning around in circles crying. aaaaand he referenced it as “payback for the smokes” or whatever aka protecting meryl in Roberto’s place. sobbing sobbing sobbing

the way wolfwood picks meryl up like a fucking duffel bag

oh and the music slaps EXTRA hard this episode like damn

oh my GOD WINGS, PEOPLE, WE HAVE WINGS. Knives has his lil stabby wing and vash has his lil rooty wing!!!! I CANT-- and the way vash struggles to fly like a newly hatched birb!!!!! crashin into stuff, barely able to stay airborne???

sorry i got distracted by Vash’s hair again

the way vash is like BLAM BLAM BLAM with his gun!

vash reloading his gun midair by slamming the open gun into the reload thingy -- out loud I said “SICK”

me when vashy does the thing with the tesseract -- “oh my god IS HE DOING THE ANGEL ARM THING? OH MY GOD IT’S THE ANGEL ARM”

vash looking tearfully at knives: “since when have we been so different?” STOP oh my god my heart can’t take it

VASH’S GOOFY RUN SEQUENCE STAHP

“I’ll run, run, run, and keep running as far as I have to! And when things calm down, I’ll quietly settle by their side again. I’m Vash the Stampede.” okay okay i can’t take any more emotional damage

Um. Holy shit. The alternating between vash and knives sitting side by side as kids with their arms around each other, and knives being a fucking insane maniac burning up inside vash’s angel arm beam. Fucking raw. Horrible. Heartbreaking. Unreal. Knives’ flesh melting off. UNREAL.

Time skip!!!!! Yeah we all saw it coming. 2 years~~~

Meryl tearing down the vash wanted poster.

Meryl bringing a box of cigs to honor roberto. T_T

Meryl’s cute new outfit!!!!! look at her lil tiddy cleavage!!! oh my fucking god she’s so adorable

okay here’s where i start screaming out loud.

MILLLLLYYYYYYYYYY THHHOOOMMMPPPSSOOOONNNN

EYOOOOOOOOOOO

Meryl: “Heya, newbie!” just like Roberto did to her

and finally

the

biggest

fucking

mindfuck

have

ERIKS.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

SEASON 2 OPENS WITH ERIKS VASH.

(oh and they’re doing the whole earth forces / chronica thing. very interesting. they really are going after the untapped manga content. i am ecstatic)

All in all, I have passed away. I have passed. Away. I am. SO. Happy.

#trigun stampede #finale #ep 12 #high noon at july #spoilers #trigun #i am sure i will have maaaaaany more thoughts

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blorbo-gerrymandering · 2 months

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Round 1

Propaganda Under The Cut

Bunger:

There are exactly two braincells in a bunger's head, and both are thinking about ketchup. If it sees ketchup, it will run right at whatever it is. Bunger likes to greet others the same way it greets the day...headfirst.

bunger funny fella they go "bunger" like if you agree

bunger

Bugsnax bugsnax bugsnax

Phoenix Wright:

a defense attorney who always turns his cases around no matter how bleak things look. he cares deeply about the people he loves and sacrifices so much for them. he is also a little stupid (affectionate) and his methods are... unconventional

He's been in more games that people think he has. He's a pretty classic character huh? I wonder if he'll get another game. I doubt it but he's a fun spikey boy with a childhood friend motivation.

He’s so babygirl but he is very good at his job. Also he once survived falling off a bridge to a river that is known to take the lives of people who get in that river among other shit that could kill a person. Btw all he got from that river thing was just a fever

#poll #round 1 #bunger #bugsnax #phoenix wright #ace attorney

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messycunt · 2 years

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Twst dick hcs

This was made over the course of a 2 hr gc call with the girls

Dont ask.

This is only half serious

cw: discussion of nonhuman anatomy, dick piercings, talk of cum n balls and stuff idk what to say

Riddle:

Circumcised

Its cute and pink

The tip gets red when he's worked up

Hes kinda tiny but its cute ig

Doesn't shave uses safety scissors to trim

V sensitive

His cum is kinda watery

Shoots far but doesn't shoot much

Trey:

not circumcised

thick

Not super hairy not smooth either

Dark and heavy

cums alot

His balls are heavy too kinda firm

Likes having his balls fondled not squeezed

Probably has 1 or 2 piercings

Cater:

Circumcised

Pretty slender w average thickness

Its kinda blushy idk how to describe it

Curves to the right

Has a mole on the left side of the base

His balls r nothing to write home about

Smooth as hell

Ace:

Circumcised, did it himself probably idfk

Not much to say about him

Average overall

Deuce:

Not circumcised

Has a prince albert or some shit deff not done professionally

Hes a lil veiny

Leona:

Not circumcised

A bit bigger than average

He probably has a spikey cat dick but yall aint ready for that convo

Its pink

Cums lots and lots

Doesn't shave but keeps it trimmed down there

Ruggie:

Not circumcised

Cums a little less than average but can go 2-3 rounds w no breaks in between to make up for it

Does NOT have a knot,

Surprisingly hairy but he knows how to keep himself clean

Jack:

Not circumcised

THIS boy has a knot a big juicy red one at that

He's super hairy too has a happy trail and everything

Super heavy balls

veiny

Runny cum

There's sosososo much of it and it flows down like a waterfall

Azul:

Not circumcised

Surprisingly big

There's a beauty mark on that thang somewhere

His cum is p viscous and pearly

Purple tip

Curves up

Floyd:

Not circumcised

Thicker than Jade but shorter

It's like a forest down there shaving makes him itchy BUT HE IS CLEAN its course too

Runs like a faucet even before he cums

Dark pink tip its heavy too

Curves left

Heavy balls those thangs be swangin

Jade:

Not circumcised

Longer than Floyd but thinner

Pink tip

Smooth

Cums in looong thin ropes

Curves right

Tight balls kinda cute even dare i say maybe even kissable

Kalim:

Not circumcised

Average length but a lil bit thicker

Curves up and to the left a lil

2 or 3 piercing

Cums a normal amount

Jamil:

Not circumcised

Lengthy

It's a little darker than the rest of him

Another dribbler

Doesn't shave

Curves up and to the right

V sensitive head

Has like plump balls, not too big, not too small not too much skin

Probably has a snake eyes piercings or something idk

Vil:

Circumcised

Pretty barbie dick idk what else to say

Cute pink tip

Perfect size

Curves up a lil

Meticulously trimmed, im talking taint balls and all

Bleached his asshole unrelated but he did

He should do porn or something

Rook:

Circumcised

Vil circumcised him himself or something idfk

Has multiple or no piercings at all

Somewhat trimmed

Deep red tip

Somewhat veiny

His cum is on the thicker side

Epel:

Circumcised

Bigger than you'd think but not too big

He's a growing boy ok

Doesn't have much of a curve

Vil makes him shave but there's not that much hair to begin w…

Pinkish red tip

V smooth shaft

Can't get any piercings cus of Vil

Runny cum but theres alot of it

Idia:

Circumcised

“He might not look like he gets bitched but honey that dick is 11 inches”

The tip is blue. That's it.

Curves up

Real shiny lookin and veiny

Firm balls

Wants piercings but he's so so shy

Ortho:

uhm.

Malleus:

Not circumcised

No hair

2 monstrously large dicks

Bottom one is longer than the top

The top one has ridges at the top and the bottom of it has barbed spikes

They can move btw

Dark purple and tapered at the tip

There's a slit where the eggs come out they're like tiny and squishy

The liquid that comes out with the eggs is slippery and a purple- green multichrome

Lilia:

Circumcised but he can grow it back if he wants to don't think about it too long

Grower not a shower

Its so fucking heavy it hangs down

Yes he dyed his pubes too

Its purple or red idk

A bit veiny but on the right side more than the left

Cums an insane amount and cums far

short refractory period

Sebek:

Circumcised

On the slightly thicker side but he's still growing so those fae genes will kick in soon shhhhh

He doest shave but he does trim a lil

Thick cum

pink tip curves up and left

SIlver:

Circumcised

Another one where i have nothing to say

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jaidens · 9 months

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Young Maverick Mitchell x reader fic where he falls in love with the admiral's daughter but they're forced to break up. They secretly get back together on the end

i'm the one on the phone as you whisper "do you know how much I miss you?"

pairing [s] : pete ‘maverick’ mitchell x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : hookups, kissing |

a/n [s] : ty the request! [requests are open]

The young Pete Mitchell was known for his rebellious ego and his daring maneuvers in the cockpit of his F-14. However, his most daring adventure was going to be on the solid ground of the Earth. With his ideals, he would take a challenge if it would kill him in the end, but he lived through the adrenaline.

He had met her at the military gala of 1986. They locked eyes across the marble floors. Pete was in his best whites, pressed and pins showing his absolute elegance across his chest. You're absolutely beautiful and Maverick’s fiery eyes pull you in deliciously. He was like a magnet and you were the opposite pole, and he was stuck to you.

You and his relationship were hidden from the public view, only blossoming behind closed doors and small closets around the base. Admiral Williams, Y/N’s father and Mavericks superior, shadowed over the relationship unknowingly. You had been told that dating a pilot was a dangerous business, and his anger would be if he found out you had been with one.

One day, the secret was out.

It was nine in the morning, the sun was pooling through the windows and into your room. Pete is laying in your bed, naked and sun-kissed. You're wrapped up in the sheets with him, tucked into his arms. You hate the sun in the morning for waking you up from the feeling of him.

“Oh, shit!” You jump up, grabbing your underwear from the ground and your clothes. While you're tugging them on, you hear a knock and a cough. Pete is utterly confused, one eyebrow raised as he wakes up from the events before. “Pete! Get up! My dad is coming over today, in like.. now!”

That gets him up and rising, trying to pull his jeans on and close the belt as he trips while shoving his legs in. Pete is trying to fix his hair while it's crazy, spikey on the top. In a second, your father is standing in the doorway as he opens his mouth, he shuts it. Pete turns his head at you, gives you a small ‘I’m sorry’ smile, then to his superior.

“Dad, listen, I can expla—” You say, holding your hands up. Your father shakes his head and holds his hand up.

“No, Y/N, go down stairs honey. Maverick, get dressed and I'll see you down there.” His words feel like a dangerous poison, and the venom seeps into your veins as you shamefully walk downstairs. You're young, eighteen years old, and still growing up. Pete is the same age, having just joined the Navy a year ago. The playing around is almost customary for two young adults still trying to find themselves. Hopefully your dad will understand that.

As you sit downstairs in a fluffy blanket pulled up your chest, flipping through the magazine that was on the coffee table. Your dad walks down stairs, rubbing a bent hand against his chin as he looks at you disappointedly. “Y/N, come here, sit at the bar.” You begrudgingly stand up and walk to the bar as your father makes breakfast. You're staring at the ground and he sets the food in front of you.

“Y/N. That boy is trouble. That's all he is. If you mess around with him, your reputation will get ruined.” Your father's words don't make it past your angst, as you chew into your food. “Are you listening to me?” Pete emerges from the stairwell, fully dressed with his bomber jacket on.

“Maverick. Sit down.” Your father's words aren't calmer than they were with you, they're angry. At either you, him, or most likely the both of you. “I don't care how long this has been going on. However, me and my daughters reputation will not be ruined by your behavior. I will see that you will stay away from her. I don't want to see you around the base, or even close to her.”

You go to retaliate but your father shushes you and Maverick looks down on embarrassment. “Which, means you will stop seeing my daughter. So, pack your stuff and leave, Maverick. I will see you tomorrow on base.” Your protests are ignored as Pete puts his boots on and starts walking towards the door, leaves the house, and shuts it close behind him.

You stand up and run after Maverick as you hear his bike rev up. “Pete!” You yell as you run out the door and for him. His head turned to yours, a small frown etched on his mouth. You make it to him and he wraps you in his arms. “I’m so sorry, Pete, I'm so sorry.” You're kissing him while he holds you. The kiss is different from the hundreds you've shared: it's long and you can't get enough of it.

“I have to go, don't you forget me.” Pete tells you, giving you a small kiss on the forehead before he revs up his bike one last time. “I love you, so much.” He says, kissing you before he rides away and leaves you.

You curse your father for making him leave, you curse your life, you curse everything.

You find him again.

You're sipping on a non-alcoholic Shirley Temple in the corner of the music hall. The live orchestra has your attention captured. Within a second, you see him talking with Goose and those bubbly feelings from when you were eighteen begin to appear. Suddenly, your feet are dragging you to the handsome pilot who drinks from a clear glass.

“Oh, Pete.” Is all you say as wrap yourself up in his arms. It's dangerous knowing your father is just on the other side of the room. But isn't that how it all started in the first place?

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Hiya! I had a request for the Rise!Turtles with a MC who shows affection through randomly head butting them (softly), holding their hand out of nowhere, or saying their name randomly from time to to time-

Oh! They also like to poke or touch their face but will ask first if they are okay with it beforehand

You can decide if you want to take this idea in a yandere direction or not <3

This is my non-yan request in a while, always nice to change genres occasionally.

Rats Live In My Locker:

I would say he's the 2nd most physically affectionate of the four. So he likes the hand-holding and soft head butts.

As he is spikey, he's careful not to bump into you at the wrong angle. Same with hand-holding, as his hand is much larger than yours.

His tail might wag a little when you call him "Raph". But if you call him "Raphie" or some other pet name he's going to be all blushy-dushy.

Is confused at first, but finds it cute that you want to poke/touch his face.

"Hm? What is it?" Raph asks, staring at you.

"Nothing. I just wanted to hold your hand." You lightly squeeze his hand, a silent gesture of affection.

He bends down and nuzzles your cheek, letting out little churrs. "Aw...Thanks."

L'Oreal Squid Ink Cream:

Finds the headbutting a little annoying, but hand-holding is definitely liked. He likes to pet your knuckles whenever you put together the handsies.

Boosts his ego a little whenever you call his name randomly, especially if you say some shit like "My champion" or some other title (he's super fucking self-conscious so it's nice to have a little love).

You don't even have to ask to touch his face! As many of us know, Red-Eared Sliders court others by waving their hands in front of faces and touching them. So it's very well welcomed by Leo.

"Leo, come here." You call out, trying to catch his attention.

He saunters over, grinning lazily, "Yeah?"

You reach up and give his face a few taps, gently drumming your fingers against his skin.

"Hm~ You know how to make my day, don't you?"

Decorative Mayo Baby Figurines:

Alright, we have come to the man who does not like physical touch. Here's the thing, no he doesn't prefer it, but at times he will indeed allow you to touch him (just as he does with Mikey).

I would say hand-holding is ok, headbutting is a little iffy, and definitely, no touching the face.

Reacts indifferently to the name-calling, but if it's a pet name then he might crack a smile.

Once in a blue moon, he'll hold your hand first. And when he does, you better fucking cherish it.

"What's the occasion?" You look down at your intertwined hands, slightly flustered.

He hesitates, turning away, "Nothing...Just felt a little lonely, that's all."

"Well, I appreciate that you're willing to let me hold your hand."

"Mh." He grunts, feeling timid.

Morphine Grandma Ate Wood:

We all know he loves physical affection. It's literally his love language. So headbutting, hand-holding, touching his face, he indulges himself.

Lets out very loud chirps and churrs when you hold his hand, it's his favourite of the three actions. Might envelop you into a hug on impulse.

Whenever you give the tappies to his face he'll sneak a peck or two because he's a little devious. And when I say one or two, it can be either one or two, or a thousand. He just really loves giving you kisses for no reason.

You gently headbutt his head, startling him a little. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

He turns to face you before quickly giving a kiss on your cheek, grinning brightly. "No worries. I was just caught off-guard, that's all."

"You're a dork."

"Indeed I am."

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Need sleep. But I loved doing this!

- Celina

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo #donnie #mikey #raph

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w0oin · 2 years

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For shit n giggles Danny cut his head off to be committed to his hallow-weed costume. Goes to a party that he was invited by Jazz. The said party was hosted by Jazz's boyfriend's family. Jazz's boyfriend's family happened to be full of detectives and friends that def not completely normal or human, all of them had escape death more then he could ever count with his finger(which is ten mind u). It freak Danny out how they all soaked with death. The guy who is almost big as his dad with glasses have def died. So is his kid? Prob. Now onto the Jazz's boyfriend and his family... They all had cheated death, half of them have died. The dude who holding the cup that was written 'The Okay-iest Dad' was looking pretty dead to him... Oh ancient that dude who is beside the the big guy with glasses's son thankfully doesn't have death but he does have death hanging on his shoulder. The dude who look like all-smile attitude had died- Jazz boyfriend who is safe to say had died but came back wrong.. the kid- the spikey hair kid ugh.... He could feel another deaths too but where the fuck is it from??? The most normal ppl he could say is the other red hair lady who is in the wheel chair, the other kid that look would be related with big glasses guy and the wife of the glasses dude (okay maybe a little on her too)

They all are non normal ppl now Danny suddenly regrets coming to the party. If he was every fortune maybe they all are not anything special... maybe the death rate here is just coincidentally.... But.,. Unfortunately for Danny they all recognize the smell of fresh blood. And the supes prolly notice the lack of heartbeat.

Que for hijinks.

Anger management+ immortal Danny.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #batpham #jazz fenton #anger manegment #immortal danny

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rishiguro · 1 year

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14; “YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT”

you never enjoyed being in hospitals. sure, you were accustomed to them and yes, it's not like you hated them with a burning passion, but if you had a choice, you would definitely be someplace else. anywhere else.

but as you set your eyes on the young man with a spikey head of hair and quickly examined his figure, you were sure that you might start hating them.

he looked frail, definitely having lost some weight from the last time you saw him, with dark eye bags like he hasn't slept in days.

it was when you shut the door behind you that he finally noticed your presence, head shooting to your direction, disregarding the phone in his hand. he was just about to greet you when you blurted something out yourself.

"you look like shit“

iwaizumi couldn't help himself, he let out a breathy laugh, slightly shaking his head. of course you'd say something like that. "thanks"

an embarrassed smile on your lips you stepped closer to him, sitting down on the chair next to the hospital bed. "sorry. i guess that was inappropriate" scratching the back of his head you shrugged after a moment. "but it made you laugh, so i guess that makes it fine"

"and here i thought you still find me hot like that," he sighed, a weak smile on his lips. "cruel"

you forced a grin on your lips. you've never seen him like this. it was scary. his complexion was pale, like he hasn't seen the sun for weeks and at the same time it seemed to be painted in the faintest of yellow, so faint that you weren't sure if you were just imagining it. his lips were cracked and you could see his hands shiver slightly whenever his fingers stopped scratching some part of his skin.

"who told you that you're hot?" you joked, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. you kept the forced grin on your face as you poked fun at him, like he hadn't asked you to see him in a hospital "they must've be lying"

"mhm how sad" iwaizumi nodded slowly shaking his head in fake shock. shortly after he turned away from you, opting to look out the window.

"so, you know how my pancreas is pretty much fucked?" iwaizumi started, his face still facing the window.

you hummed, waiting for him to continue.

"and lately, it's been getting worse?" you affirmed again. you'd be lying if you said you weren't getting more nervous with every second that passed as you look at him, while he wasn't even looking at you.

ironically, the bright sky outside and the sun shining into the sterile room seemed to only worsen your mood.

"and a couple days ago, it got so bad that my friends basically forced me here" he chuckled "thank god they did"

the young man paused, licking over his dry lips. he sighed before letting the bomb go off.

"turns out i have cancer"

the comforting smile on your lips was immediately wiped off, instead turning into a round shape, an expression of pure shock on your face. a curse slipped out of your mouth, to which iwaizumi nodded.

he still refused to face you, instead turning his entire upper body away from you. in reaction you leaned forward, detangling your crossed arms and timidly reaching out for him.

your hand rested on top of his on the white sheets, while iwaizumi still refused to face you.

the two of you just sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, the entire weight of these news hitting you harder with every moment that passed.

"cancer" you repeated after a while, voice quiet and almost timid as you raised your head, what iwaizumi affirmed with a slight nod.

"okay"

after that short exchange the two of you just kept sitting in silence, no one really knowing just what to say. you could basically hear the gears turning in iwaizumi's head, just as they did in yours. you were stricken with fear, forcing yourself to breathe calmly.

it was only after an unruly long slice that iwaizumi was the one to speak up.

"ah, i don't want to keep you here for way too long-hey, what was that for?"

you mumbled, claiming that he deserved that hit.

"you're making it sound like you're forcing me to be here," you gasped, rolling your eyes at him with a sheepish smile, "you may look horrible but i still want to spend time with you"

crinkling your nose your eyes went around the room.

"though i'll admit that i would prefer everything to the hospital"

he chuckled. "fair. me too, he sighed, "but i'm glad you're still here with me- hey, why did you punch me again?" iwaizumi pouted, a sight that immediately made you laugh out loud.

"because you're an idiot!" you answered finally, "as if i'd just walk out of here, what do you take me for?" you leaned back in the chair, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you raised an eyebrow at him.

he smiled, shaking his head again. "thank you"

after a couple of silent moments you looked at him, being faced with a warm smile on his lips that you returned immediately with a warm look in your eyes.

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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