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heyiwrotesomethings · 7 months

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Okay, I think my request is weird? I don't know haha. It's my first time doing this😔

The other day I imagined a reader being a demon who saved a little girl from her own abusive family and the reader tries to find a home for the little girl, but she couldn't, so she ends up adopting her.

But, after some time, Shinobu Kocho finds the demon and, of course, tries to kill attack the reader, but the reader doesn't attack back. Anyway, when she was going to kill the demon, the little girl stopped her. Shinobu didn't understand what was going on.

Anyway, when Shinobu understands what kind of relationship the demon has with the kid, she decides to protect them (with the excuse of protecting the kid, actually, because she didn't trust the demon at all) and eventually falls in love with the demon.

Sorry, first time doing this haha! I love your writing!

A Home

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Demon Reader

A/N: Not a weird request, it was cute! Sorry for the lack of updates y’all, idk what’s wrong with me. I just don’t have the energy. Here’s one thing at least. Sorry if it seems too jumpy/fast between breaks, it was getting longer than what I’d prefer to do these days. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading, and thank you all for being patient with me! Word Count: ~4,750

“That’s right, Sachiko, go on.” (Y/n) ushered the young child towards the lantern lit house. “Go knock on the door.”

The little girl took a few cautious steps further along the path to the house before looking back at (Y/n), unsure.

“You can do it, they’re nice people. You’ll be happy here.” She continued to coach her from the bushes.

This pattern continued a couple more times until the little girl made it to the front door.

“Good job, sweetheart! Now just knock on the door like we practiced…”

Sachiko looked at (Y/n) over her shoulder, her eyes were big and her bottom lip wobbled.

“Go on…” (Y/n) nodded, smiling reassuringly.

Finally Sachiko knocked timidly on the door, patchy blanket clutched against her little body, and (Y/n) released a sigh of relief when her sharp ears picked up on a stirring within the house.

“Onee-san?” Sachiko’s voice quivered stepping away from the door when she saw (Y/n) slinking back into the woods.

“It’s time to part ways, you’ll be happy and well taken care of here.” (Y/n) could hear a familiar hitch in Sachiko’s breathing, hear her little girl’s heart speed up fearfully, and that could only mean one thing… “No, nonono, no tears sweetheart, please? Not again.”

But it was too late, Sachiko started sobbing. (Y/n) tried her best to comfort her from afar while also attempting to direct her back to the house.

“What’s going on out here?” A concerned man slid the door open fast, making a loud clacking noise that only made Sachiko cry louder, running away from the man and in the direction of the woods, the direction of (Y/n).

“Who is it dear?” The man’s wife joined him at the door, lantern in hand. She aimed the lantern’s light into the woods and caught sight of the little girl running right into the arms of what appeared to her to be a monster. A humanoid beast with curved horns and sharp teeth, reflective, piercing eyes.

The woman shrieked, flinging the lantern away and grabbing her husband by the collar, practically dragging him back into the house, slamming the door shut. (Y/n) could hear the sound of heavy furniture dragging across the floor inside and she sighed deeply.

“Alright, alright… come here.” She picked up the sobbing girl, tears and snot immediately staining her neck and shoulder, little fingers clutching her for dear life.

“You were gonna try and leave me again!” Sachiko wailed as (Y/n) carried her through the forest.

“It’s for your own good, Sachiko. I’m only trying to do what’s best for you.”

“No!”

(Y/n) sighed again. This had been her seventh attempt at re-homing Sachiko since she rescued the little girl from her abusive home. It was no easy task vetting out potential families looking as fearsome as she did. One would think the little girl would leap at the chance of a normal, loving family, but no, she always came running back to the demon each time.

“It’s not safe for you to be with me, Sachiko. Don’t you want the certainty of a roof over your head, food, medicine… to be able to play with other kids on a sunny day?” (Y/n) beseeched the girl each time to see reason, but each time, Sachiko refused.

“I like sleeping outside with you. You gave me a name and you give me lots of food and hugs and you scare all the bad things away. You’re all I need, Onee-san.”

(Y/n)’s heart clenched an the sweet sentiment, but this was no environment for a child to grow up in. She’d have to search for another viable family and try again, but for now, she would need to find a yet another suitable place for Sachiko to sleep and for her to avoid the morning sun.

“Besides, medicine is icky!” Sachiko grumbled.

An exhausted chuckle left (Y/n)’s lips and they carried on, eventually finding a cave. (Y/n) scoped it out for any dangerous creatures before bringing Sachiko inside. She then used the remaining darkness to gather a bunch of leaves, sticks and even a few fish from the stream.

She made a little bed from the leaves topped with the raggedy blanket she had snatched for Sachiko a couple months ago. It had been brand new at the time, but between the weather and the traveling, it had seen better days. Sachiko adamantly refused (Y/n)’s attempts to get her a new one, however.

(Y/n) then made a little fire, cooking the fish over the flames. After awhile, she carefully inspected one, gently fanning it to cool it off before handing it off to Sachiko.

“Careful, it’s still a little hot.”

“Yummy, fish again!”

(Y/n) felt a bolt of shame strike through her body despite Sachiko’s genuine excitement.

“We’ll be in the city in a couple of days and I’ll get you all kinds of good food, alright?”

“Onee-san is gonna steal again.” Sachiko more so stating a fact than asking a question. She took another bite of the crispy fish.

“N-no! Stealing is bad! What I’m doing is just… really long-term borrowing! Yeah!”

“Oh, okay.” Sachiko said, not at all bothered.

(Y/n) felt awful for lying, but she was trying her best to instill good values in the poor girl whilst also keeping her alive. It wasn’t like she had money, and she certainly wasn’t going to be getting any job offers looking the way that she did. Stealing was the only viable option.

When Sachiko finished her fish, she curled up on her leafy bed and (Y/n) tucked her within the raggedy blanket. The demon recited a little bedtime story that she had made up. It was one of Sachiko’s favorites. Before she could finish, the little girl fell asleep and (Y/n) spent most of the day that followed watching over her, making sure she didn’t seem too cold or uncomfortable.

***

“Yes… Yes! everything I need is right here.” The demon whispered to herself over her bag of stolen goods. They had been caught in an unexpected rain a few nights ago and Sachiko had gotten sick. (Y/n) had fretted over whether or not she could leave the little girl alone or not, but the fever Sachiko had was growing more concerning by the hour, so the demon finally decided to slip out of the cave one night as the little girl slept fitfully. She covered the cave’s entrance and left for the nearest village as fast as she could and broke into a general store.

She filled a bag to the brim with medicines, foods and drinks and slunk back out of the dark store’s open window and ran off into the night as quick as her feet could carry her.

“Almost there, hang on just a little longer.”

She ran, unaware of her pursuer sailing through the trees above until—

A foot was planted squarely between her shoulder blades, the force causing her to tumble to the ground, her bag of stolen goods scattered across the forest floor in front of her. She tried to scrambled to her knees to start shoveling everything back into the canvas bag, but the foot between her shoulders doubled down its force and another foot planted itself squarely on her lower back.

“I thought I sensed a demon in the area.” A pleasant sounding voice stated from above. “But what is all this here now?”

Shinobu’s eyes scanned the array of items splayed over the ground and felt an extra tick of annoyance rise within her. If she wasn’t already putting all of her body weight on the demon, she’d add a bit more pressure.

“Food, water, medicine… what could a demon possibly need such things for? You creatures always manage to find new ways to surprise me. It’s not enough to slaughter humans, must you also feel the need to waste perfectly good food and medication?”

(Y/n) tilted her head to the side, breath hitching when when she saw the point of a blade resting dangerously close to her eye. Above her, backlit by the moon, she saw a woman wearing a seemingly neutral smile, though (Y/n) could sense the terrifying aura she gave off. Then she caught sight of the gold buttons, the durable dark clothing she wore, white collar and welt pocket. She imagined if she could check, she would also see that the kanji for ‘extermination’ would be written upon the back of the woman’s uniform. (Y/n) had done well to avoid demon slayers until now and as her luck would have it, she had been found by a Hashira of all people.

“No, wait,” (Y/n) pleaded. “There is somewhere I have to be. There is a little girl who desperately needs that medicine. If you would let me show you—”

“Oh, one of those demons, are you?” Shinobu interrupted. “I always find the demons who toy with peoples’ lives for longer than necessary to be the most detestable. But I’m feeling surprisingly generous tonight, so if you tell me where this little girl is, I’ll use one of my more ‘gentle’ poisons on you.”

“She’s in a cave not too far from here, maybe half a kilometer at most, eastward, by the stream. I covered the entrance with woven sticks and leaves.” (Y/n) shared, voice shaking, “Please just… just make sure she’s well taken care of.” She closed her eyes tight. Was this really it? It was all happening so fast.

“Thank you for being so forthcoming, how admirable.” Shinobu praised, thought it did not feel sincere to (Y/n) in the slightest. “Now, to ensure you aren’t lying, I’ll be poisoning you within an inch of your life. If I do find this girl you speak of, then I shall make my swift return to finish you off, alright?”

(Y/n) took in a shaky breath, shutting her eyes tightly as she waited for the strike. She prayed Sachiko would not see whatever may be left of her after this…

With a fanciful flourish of her sword, Shinobu took aim at the back of the demon’s neck and—

“Onee-san!”

A shrill voice wailed, freezing Shinobu’s very blood in her veins, causing her to hesitate. The hesitation giving Sachiko enough time to half run, half stumble over to the scene and cover the back of (Y/n)’s head and neck with her whole body.

Defiant, teary eyes glared up at Shinobu as if she were the root of all evil.

“Stop bullying my Onee-san!” Sachiko punched Shinobu in the knee with enough force to make Shinobu at least wince and take one foot off of (Y/n)’s back. “You mean old ugly hag!”

Shinobu blinked, her neutral smile twitched ever so slightly.

“Sachiko!” (Y/n) gasped, forgetting all about her pending execution, “You can’t say things like that!”

“I don’t care!” Sachiko wailed, “She’s—“ Sachiko broke into an awful coughing fit.

“Sachiko!” (Y/n) tried to get up on impulse.

“Don’t move, or you won’t live another second.” Shinobu warned the demon before putting her attention back on the little girl, her other foot finally leaving (Y/n)’s back. “Come here, let me see you.”

“No!” Sachiko refused, still kneeling protectively over (Y/n).

“Listen here, little one. I don’t know what this demon has told you, but you are not safe with her.”

“Uh uh! If I didn’t meet Onee-san, I’d still be getting hits and rumbly tummies and bad sleeps! —Hey!”

Shinobu put the back of her hand on Sachiko’s forehead, more focused on checking the girl over than listening to her rebuttals.

“You’re burning up.” She murmured with concern, the she turned a glare onto (Y/n). “These cheap remedies aren’t going to do her any good. She needs a doctor, fortunately I am more than qualified. Come little one,” Shinobu opened her arms to pick Sachiko up, putting on her best motherly smile, “I’ll take you to my home and make you feel much better.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you! No touch!”

“Just— ah!”

Sachiko bit Shinobu’s hand and the Hashira held her indented palm to her chest, a string of expletives griping the edge of her tongue for dear life.

“Enough! That’s enough foolishness!” Shinobu nearly hissed once she had recovered enough of her mask to not cuss out a child. “Demon, stand. Now.”

(Y/n) found it in her best interest to quickly clamber to her feet, but not so quickly as to earn cause for impalement.

“Obviously the child’s life comes first. I will do everything I can to save her, and if that means working with you, then so be it. Carry her and follow me. Just remember that I’m much faster than you. Try anything, move one toe out of line, and you’re done, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am!” (Y/n) squeaked. “Come here, sweetheart.” She picked up Sachiko and the girl squirmed in her arms.

“No! We can’t go! Stranger danger, Onee-san! You said never go somewhere with a stranger!”

“Yes, but—“

“Kochou Shinobu.” The Hashira introduced herself. “And I’ve gathered your name is Sachiko, correct? We are strangers no more.”

“Shinobu… bu… boo! Boo!” Sachiko jeered.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) apologized to Shinobu in a strained whisper.

“Just start moving.”

(Y/n) looked back at the toppled bag of goods, “What about—“

“Time is of the essence. Keep up.”

And so the demon ran beside the Hashira, both focusing on the same goal.

***

They were cutting it very close, making it to the Butterfly Estate just before dawn. Sachiko had passed out in (Y/n)’s arms along the way so no fuss was made when (Y/n) was made to hand her over to Shinobu.

(Y/n) was then sequestered to a room in the furthest corner of the the estate by another butterfly girl with a white cloak. Another demon slayer to make sure she didn’t step out of line while Shinobu was tending to Sachiko, (Y/n) would have to guess. Only guess because her attempts to create small talk with the girl were met with silence.

A few hours past before Shinobu decided to come to the room with an update and (Y/n) had to stop herself from running up to her, grabbing her by the arms, and begging for all of the details.

“Her fever broke and she’s stable. She’ll be fine as long as she rests.”

“Oh,” (Y/n) put a hand on her chest, unshed tears shinning in her eyes, “thank you so much. I don’t know what I would have done without your help. I’m so glad you found us.”

“That would be the first time a demon has ever said that to me.” Shinobu said, seemingly unmoved by (Y/n)’s emotional display.

“Can I see her?”

“Absolutely not.” Shinobu shook her head. “We have a lot to discuss, you and I.”

The combined intense stares of Shinobu and Kanao made (Y/n) shudder involuntarily.

Oh Sachiko, I have found a safe haven, a home, for you, but for me, these are quite dire straits…

***

After hours of intensive questioning, Shinobu was finally interrupted by Aoi knocking on the door. Kanao let her in and the exasperation on the girl’s face was visible to all.

“Our new arrival is awake and currently screaming her lungs out. We’re doing everything we can just short of sedating her, Shinobu-sama, but she won’t calm unless her demands are met.”

“She wants to see the demon, I presume.” Shinobu sighed, giving (Y/n) a sideways glance.

“Yes, but she’s also screaming about a blanket.”

“Oh dear,” (Y/n) pressed her hand to her cheek, “I completely forgot about it in the heat of the moment! It’s still in that cave!”

“Supply her with a new one please, Aoi.” Shinobu asked.

“Believe me, we tried, Shinobu-sama, but she tossed all the options we provided her with aside. She won’t accept a new one.”

“That girl…” Shinobu sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I can go retrieve the blanket.” (Y/n) offered. “I think I could find my way back.”

“Do you honestly believe I would go along with that?”

“You could come with me if you think I’ll run off. Trust me, you’ll want that blanket. I have tried to replace it numerous times, but her persistence and lung capacity is stronger than my will.”

Shinobu stood silent for a moment before sighing quietly. “Very well then…“

***

Once night fell again, Shinobu and (Y/n) set off, (Y/n) still had not been allowed to see Sachiko, they could still hear the girl’s wails as they left the estate.

“If you would have just let her see me, I’m sure she would have calmed down a little…”

Shinobu ignored her and forged onward. Her pride was actually a bit bruised from this whole ordeal. Kids loved her. They flocked to her for comfort. The irony of this single child not only despising her, but also desperately wanting the comfort of a demon, was not the least bit lost on her, and she was not at all happy about it. This has to be some kind of demon art, right? But if that was true, then surely the demon would have tried to pull the same tricks with her, even going as far as to sever whatever hold she had over the child to switch for Shinobu if such a power could only work on one person at a time.

Shinobu pondered deeply until they made it to the cave, (Y/n)’s ‘aha!’ of triumph breaking her out of her thoughts.

“I found it, thank goodness. Gods… it could sure use a wash though.”

Shinobu couldn’t help but agree.

“It looks like it’ll fall apart if washed, however.”

“Yeah…” (Y/n) walked over to a nearby stream and placed the ragged blanket in the water. She then began gently massaging little circles with her knuckles, removing the dirt as carefully as she could. “It just needs a gentle wash. Takes some extra time, but it’ll help keep it from getting worse at least. If only I could sew, but these stupid claws get in the way…” she sighed.

Shinobu watched (Y/n) carefully scrub the dirt from the blanket, finding the contrast between her almost ferocious appearance and her gentle hands bizarre. Why would a demon put so much care into preserving a worn, threadbare blanket for a child?

Shinobu exhales softly through her nose and kneels beside the demon, exhaling quietly when she sees her jump.

“Settle down, you’re fine.” Shinobu took an opposite corner of the blanket and copied (Y/n)’s movements. “Aoi should be able to mend it. It’ll be a patch-job, sure, but at least it’ll hold it all together.”

“That would be wonderful… you don’t need to help me with this if you don’t want to. The water is pretty cold.”

“It’s fine, besides, the sooner this is done, the sooner I can go home and the sooner I can give everyone’s poor ears a break.”

“Right…” (Y/n) gave an awkward chuckle, “Sorry about that. She never really was allowed to have any feelings before so I have a hard time trying to discipline her for bad behavior. She was so timid, I didn’t want to scare her when she was just finally starting to have her own voice, you know?”

Oh, Shinobu could relate to that. When Kanao ran off to Final Selection without telling anyone, Shinobu was beside herself. When Kanao came back safe, she wanted to give her a piece of her mind, but she was also so proud that Kanao had made that choice on her own, that she didn’t really know what to say to the girl.

They finished cleaning the blanket and (Y/n) carried the sopping fabric back to the mansion where occasional wails could still be heard.

“I guess you should take it from here…” (Y/n) said once they were reunited with Kanao, who had taken up sporting a couple of pink ear plugs in their absence.

“No,” Shinobu sighed, “You should come in. Giving her the blanket will only take care of half of the problem. She’s been asking about you nonstop.”

“Really, I can see her? Thank you so much—!”

Shinobu grabbed (Y/n) by a horn and lowered her to her level so they were eye to eye.

“But don’t think that I won’t be watching you very carefully, alright?”

“Uh, uh-huh, yes, I completely understand.” (Y/n) nodded awkwardly with her horn still in Shinobu’s grip. After a moment of studious silence, Shinobu let go and allowed (Y/n) to follow her into the room and almost immediately, Sachiko’s wailing stopped… only to be renewed when she realized that both (Y/n) and her special blanket were okay.

She leapt out of the bed despite various protests and jumped into (Y/n)’s arms.

“Onee-san! I thought you were gone forever!” Sachiko blubbered.

“There there…” (Y/n) tried to shush her, “You need to rest, Sachiko.”

“No! What if when I close my eyes, that mean hag takes you away again?”

“Sachiko…” (Y/n) warned, her eyes flickered to Shinobu in an apologetic manner.

“I won’t be taking her away from you again as long as she behaves herself.” Shinobu chimed in. It was time to start trying to burry the hatchet. Yet make no mistake, at the moment she felt even a twinge of danger from the demon, this tentative peace would be over. She crouched down in front of Sachiko and presented her pinky to her. “You have my word.”

“A pinky promise!” Sachiko gasped, almost looking at Shinobu in a new light. “The hag knows about pinky promises!”

Shinobu’s eye twitched subtly, “Yes… so you understand this is a serious promise I am making.”

“Sachiko,” (Y/n) piped up, “In return, I want you to promise Kocho-san that you will be a polite houseguest. That means no name calling and no screaming when you don’t get your way, understand?”

“But…”

“No buts, it’s time to make up. You have to remember that I’m a scary monster so it only makes sense that Kocho-san would act the way she did.”

Shinobu almost wanted to refute that point. She hardly found (Y/n) scary at all. However, she just wanted to focus on sealing this deal and finally, finally get to go to sleep.

“Okay… fine.” Sachiko pouted, looking Shinobu in the eye again before she hooked their pinkies together, sealing their promises.

***

How could a demon be so sweet and gentle? Shinobu wondered to herself for not the first time since Sachiko and by extension, (Y/n), joined the mansion’s residents several months ago.

Shinobu watched from the herb garden as Sachiko ran back to the shaded engawa, her hands full of dandelions. Sachiko deposited one handful into (Y/n)’s lap, the other on the floor in front of her. Shinobu wondered what they would make, crowns, rings, bracelets, all fair game.

She felt her cheeks warm, not from the gentle sun shining down from above, but from seeing (Y/n)’s fanged smile as she oh so slowly and patiently showed Sachiko how to tie the stems into knots for probably hundredth time since the little yellow weeds began popping up earlier that spring.

Oh to hell with it, weeding the garden could wait. Shinobu surely earned a little break, right? Sachiko already took care of most of it anyway with her dandelion picking. It was a wonder that she managed to find any at all since it seemed that she was always picking them as soon as they would pop up.

“Hello, Kocho-san.” (Y/n) aimed that sweet, fanged smile at her and she felt her knees go a little weak. “We aren’t disturbing your gardening, are we?”

“Not at all, and please, (Y/n), I told you to call me Shinobu, remember?”

“Right, sorry.”

“No need to apologize. Just relax.” Shinobu teased, bumping (Y/n)’s shoulder with her own as they sat side by side. The simple contact made both of their hearts flutter.

“Look what I made!” Sachiko presented Shinobu with a patch of woven dandelions. “I’m gonna give this to Nezuko. It’s a little pillow.”

“That’s very thoughtful, Sachiko.” Shinobu praised, though it was certainly too small a pillow for even Nezuko to use effectivley.

She was fortunate and thankful that Sachiko had forgiven her for their rough beginnings. It took time to really earn her trust and respect, but once Sachiko started feeling comfortable, it was all water under the bridge. Though there were times when she could still be wary of Shinobu’s intentions with her adoptive demon sister. Which admittedly left Shinobu more than a bit chagrined, especially when she was admittedly trying to put the moves on (Y/n) rather than threaten her existence these days.

Fortunately or unfortunately, neither had seemed to catch on to that fact. She would need to step it up.

“And what are you making, (Y/n)?” Shinobu asked, brushing their shoulders together again.

“Oh, um,” (Y/n) finally looked down at her hands. Truthfully, she had been a little too busy trying to steal glances at Shinobu in the garden to really pay attention to what she was doing. Her heart spasmed as she realized she had been putting together a ring during her mindless weaving. “Just a simple ring.” She said, trying her best to sound casual.

“That’s cute, planning on giving it to someone?” Shinobu teased.

“Well…”

“Aw!”

Shinobu and (Y/n)’s attention were brought back to Sachiko, one of her twin buns had unraveled and in her hand was a soft yellow butterfly clip.

“It fell out again.”

“It wouldn’t fall out, if you wouldn’t mess with it.” Shinobu reminded with a smile. She patted her lap and Sachiko quickly sat with her back to Shinobu so she could fix it. “That reminds me…” Shinobu’s eyes slid back to (Y/n)’s face, finding her looking almost guilty, “Where is your clip, (Y/n)? You aren’t wearing it again.”

“You know… it’s just too nice and I’m afraid I’ll break it.”

“You seem plenty gentle when dealing with those dandelions.” Shinobu pointed out.

“Well…”

“You’re a resident of the Butterfly Estate, so you should look the part, don’t you think?”

“It just, it doesn’t look right on me, you know? It’s so pretty and delicate and I’m so… not.” (Y/n) was intimately aware of how frightening she looked to the average person. Horns, claws, fangs and burning eyes… wearing such a pin would look more ironic than a statement of belonging. (Y/n) had not expected Shinobu to look so serious for stating what she thought was the obvious.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush, (Y/n).” Shinobu stated, “You are very pretty, bewitchingly so, and though not physically delicate, I did see you cry over that perfectly healthy kitten that Kanroji-san brought over. On top of that, I picked a color with the intent that it would compliment you. Are you really going to deny me the pleasure of seeing the completed artwork?”

“That wasn’t my intention!” (Y/n) could feel her skin becoming warmer.

“Then go retrieve it.“ Shinobu smiled almost menacingly, softening when watching (Y/n) bolt inside.

(Y/n) came back to the engawa as fast as she could and gave the delicate pin to Shinobu. Sachiko watched thoughtfully as Shinobu placed the pin in such a way that she new (Y/n) would be comfortable and happy with it.

“There, just as pretty as I imagined.” Shinobu smiled. “And you know I’m always right, so it’s obviously true.”

“Yeah…” (Y/n) shared a bashful smile of her own, still staying close to Shinobu even after the pin was secured.

“If you’re gonna kiss, I’m gonna leave.” Sachiko’s nose scrunched up.

“Huh?!” (Y/n) squawked, “Sachiko! Why would you say that? We’re just talking!”

“For now,” Shinobu said mischievously, moving her face closer to (Y/n)’s, “uh oh… I’m getting closer…”

“Ewwww!” Sachiko made a few fake gaging noises as she ran back inside with her handful of dandelions, ignoring (Y/n)’s protests.

“Why did you say that?” The demon’s face buzzed with heat, “She’s going to give the rumor mill around here a field day! Everyone’s going to think that we’re— you know…!”

“I don’t see any issue with a rumor like that.” Shinobu spoke casually, “In fact, it would be even better if it was true. What do you say,” Shinobu leaned in even closer, “will you meet me in the middle?”

(Y/n)’s mouth gaped like a fish for a moment, her eyes flicking between Shinobu’s lips and eyes as if trying to ask if she really meant it before nodding and carefully closing the gap, making sure her fangs didn’t cause too much trouble when their lips finally met.

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ourautumn86 · 1 year

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could you do something with Joel Miller or Pedro Pascal himself involving him being jealous? ending in smut for sure

a/n; i love this, thanks for your patience and i hope you like it! <3

jealousy fuck

joel miller x fem reader!

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sex in public spaces, orgasm denial, breeding kink, possessiveness, jealousy, unprotected piv sex (guys wrap it before you fucking tap it), cream pie, hickeys, heavy-make out, degradation, teasing, edging, dirty talking, choking, praise, name calling (pretty girl, baby girl…), finger fucking and oral (r receiving)…

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

imagine joel being jealous of some dudes that have been laughing a little too hard at whatever you were saying and buying you a little too many drinks. they were attractive, and young. younger than he was. that he didn’t like. what if you decided that he wasn’t worth it? that you deserved something a little better?

it was around the fourth cup that they had bought you that he decided he had had enough.

you couldn’t even say goodbye to the pair of guys that were spending their whole fucking wallets on you —not that you wanted to— before he was pulling you away from them with a scowl on his face.

his hands were warm as he pulled you tight against his side, and his feet were quick to push the two of you out on the streets. it was a warm summer night, and the breeze hit the exposed skin that your dress displayed.

the brick wall was the next thing that hit your skin, more precisely your back as joel pushed you against it, lips latched to your neck, hands tugging you impossibly closer to his chest. you couldn’t help but hum, your hands finding his hair. you could feel the roughness of his touch, of the marks that he was leaving on your neck, or the way he pushed one of his legs in between your own.

“joel…” you sighed, and he groaned.

“i’ve had to watch those fucking assholes try and fuck you all night, try to get a taste of what belongs to me…” you let out a breathy moan, the possession in his eyes making you tremble, his hands pushing your hips down so you could grind your aching burning push on his thigh.

“shit, joel!” you whimpered, your back arching when his jeans rubbed your clit just the right way. “somebody is gonna…, somebody is gonna see us…” you sighed, but he was distracting you a little bit too well with his wondering hands. you were hidden on the dark and deep alley beside the bar. you could hear people having fun inside, for fucks sake!

“let them. gonna show them who you fucking belong to.” he groaned, and before you knew it he was making you bend over and push your soft palms against the rough bricks of the wall, his hand pushing aside your panties. he grunted when he felt just how wet you were for him. “fucking slut… you like this shit, huh? playing with me until i can’t take it anymore? fuck you where anyone could hear us, see us?” his fingers were sliding through your wet folds, teasing your twitching hole, rolling your engorging clit… you nodded, tears sliding down your cheeks by the time he was fucking two of his fingers inside your tight drooling walls. “of course you do…, my dirty little girl. always wanting me to get a little rough with her, isn’t that right baby?” you moaned, his fingers curling and hitting your g spot, although he quieted you with his left hand around your neck, choking you. “shh, nice and quiet. you can take it.” you gasped for air, your back arching and ass dragging against his boner. he groaned.

“joel…” you whimpered. “fuck me, please…” you begged, needing his cock to stretch your pussy just how good you knew it could, needing him to fuck you dumb.

“shit. you want me to fuck you baby? want me to fuck you raw and fill you up? leave you dripping for me for the rest of the night?” you nodded, pleading, crying out when his fingers pushed out of your needy cunt to unbuckle his pants. he cooed. “it’s okay baby girl, gonna give you what you want. gonna fuck you all nice and full baby, gonna leave this pretty cunt of yours drooling for all of them to see.” you moaned, and his tip was gliding through your lips, lubing himself up before harshly plunging his cock inside. you gasped as he started to relentlessly fuck you, his thrusts hard and angry.

you whimpered, voice all broken and airy as he was still choking you, keeping you in place as he fucked into you over and over again, hitting your g spot, splitting you open ‘til the point where it almost hurt. almost.

“you thought they could fuck you like this, hm? you thought they could make you feel how i do?” he gritted his teeth, spanking your ass and kissing your neck, making you cry out. “you’re mine.” he groaned, fucking you deeper. fuck, he was driving you insane.

“‘m yours joel. only yours, fuck!” you whined, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his free hand started to play with your clit, making your legs buckle and almost fall, except he was there to hold you up, to pull you closer to his chest… you were babbling. your orgasm so close your pussy was throbbing and tightening around him. “gonna cum, gonna cum!” there were tears ruining your makeup, mascara all fucked up. it was sight for sore eyes.

“not yet.” he growled, and you whimpered, feeling about to explode. but you knew that you’d be in trouble if you came before he had given you permission. “gonna fill you first. gonna breed this sweet cunt of yours baby. gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

“yes, yes, joel fuck! come inside! inside please!” you pleaded, desperate to feel him fill you to the brim, desperate to be able to cum.

and he did, grunting, warm spurts of his cum coating your walls and making you moan. you whimpered when just as fast as it happened, it went away. joel pulled his cock out, making you cry out, feeling his cum leaking from your needy hole. your high was fading, your orgasm going away.

“nonononono! please joel, please, i was so close!” you babbled, but he just soothed you as he pulled up your underwear once again, covering your used and dripping soppy pussy.

“shhh…” he whispered, drying the tears out of your cheeks. “you didn’t really think i would let you cum after having being a tease all fucking night, did you?” he smiled, but you knew the mean demeanor that engulfed him. “be a good girl for me and keep my cum warm for me until later, hm? if you do i’ll clean it up for you once we get home.” you looked into his eyes and nodded, your stomach burning in desire. if you did well… you’d get to feel joel’s tongue. he will reward you. and you loved his rewards. “atta girl.” he kissed you, dirty and sloppy, leaving you wishing for more, cunt throbbing in need to feel him again. you could still feel his warm cum dampening your panties as it dribbled out your stretched hole. “let’s go back inside baby.”

the rest of the night? you spent it on joel’s lap, kissing him and trying to muffle your moans on his neck when he’d discretely fuck his cum all back inside and deep your cunt with his fingers.

and when you got back home. he took care of you. with you on your back and his head in between your thighs. for hours and hours. until you were completely clean…

just to make a mess out of you all over again.

pedro pascal masterlist! <3

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coastalcassi · 19 days

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Yippie-Ki-Yay - Your Man

Chapter 2: Your Man

Summary:

Sirius meets his dream man in a country bar. They said they’d find each other in every lifetime right?

In this one Sirius is hypnotized by his VOICE, rugged looks, and the fact that he is like a bezillion cm tall.

When I was dreaming and writing this up I was picturing @waxingrunes’ Remus with his hair slightly longer, faded and dirty boot cut denim and a light blue button down. Brown cowboy hat included ;). Waxingrunes… your monster of a man inspired this whole thing and does things to my brain.

Chapter:

Franks a nice guy, it's not his fault he’s failed to capture Sirius' interest. Sirius is a kind dude, he may be dramatic. and a little too loudly Rock’n Roll but he's not rude. His upbringing made sure of that, and Frank... well, the conversation is nice, he has a nice smile, and his outfit is closer to James' than the sea of flannel surrounding them. …it’s too nice.

Sirius smiles and nods, laughing in all the right places while sipping the drink Frank bought him. The five minute break must be done because some notes strummed on a guitar leak through the speakers. Sirius has a half a mind to go outside, find James, and leave this hell hole. Sirius wanted to bask in the glow of dressed up queers and dance. He DID NOT want to sit around with a bunch of ACTUAL country guys who just came to drink a beer after work.

"Sirius?"

"Hmm? Sorry, Frank, my mind drifted for a second. What did you- say?"

guitar and drums start to sound from the stage

"Oh, that's alright. I was asking if you like rugby?"

"Oh yes! I love rugby it's a—"

Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down low

Put some music on that's soft and slow

Suddenly a voice rings through the speakers. It’s UNHOLY the effect it immediately was on Sirius, sending shivers up his spine and standing all his hairs on end.

" Oh!"

Frank chuckles, "Yeah the singer is pretty amazing right?"

"Yeah—," Sirius says breathlessly, " wait... he's here... right now?!? live? on THAT stage?!?"

Frank's face falls slightly, "Yeah... but I—"

"Sorry Frank! Sorry! Would you excuse me for a second?”

Sirius hops off his bar stool and squeezes Frank’s shoulder before he starts moving towards the crowd. Behind him he hears a huff and Frank muttering, "I couldn't keep you even if I tried.”

Sirius feels awful but that VOICE... it has him in a choke hold as he maneuvers through the crowd. He can't see ANYTHING, what with being shorter and all the hats.

Finally, Sirius breaks through the crowd and comes face to face with the most beautiful man he's ever seen sitting on a bar stool singing with his guitar. There must be a drummer in the back somewhere but the spotlight is focused right were it should be.

Ain't nobody

Ever loved nobody

The way that I love you

Sirius' breath falls away from his lips and he couldn't imagine being anywhere else. Sirius moves to the edge of the stage and sits... his legs really were about to give out on their own anyways.

The movement so close catches the singer's eye and draws his attention to Sirius. He gives Sirius a crooked smile out of the side of his mouth.

I can't believe how

much it turns me on

Just to be your man

Sirius is swaying in a trance enjoying the sweet music coming from this rugged devil-may-care kinda man. The song comes to a close and the whole crowd claps asking for an encore. Sirius looks around and joins, clapping vehemently. The man smiles and laughs.

"Come on Rem! Give us another! Come on!"

"Don't y’all wanna get to line dancin’? Come on now! Rain check for another night, yea? I’m ready to watch all y' all dancin’ ‘n havin’ a good time."

There is a collective disgruntled noise from the crowd as the announcer for the night comes back up to the mic. Rem makes eye contact with Sirius, and in a barely there way gestures to behind the stage.

Sirius' eyes widen in surprise and he stands to make his way around the stage as he watches Rem stand and slink through the black curtains at the back of the stage. Fuck me... he is tall.

Sirius comes around the corner into a darkened hallway created by the black curtains that run behind the stage and the back wall of the space. On the outer wall are the doors to the lous and a water fountain. Leaning against one of the poles of the stage, with his head tilted down is the man of Sirius' dreams. God... look at him… all those scars and freckles ... I just wanna—"

The man looks up and smirks, "You like the show, Sugar?"

Sirius takes a few steps closer like a moth drawn into the fire. "Sirius, my name's Sirius."

”And what drew a pretty thing like you to sit on my stage? Huh Sirius?”

Sirius blushes red, his ears hot, and he giggles… actually fucking giggles.

"My names Re-"

“Rem."

He chuckles. "Actually it's Remus. The crowd affectionately calls me Rem though. Yeah."

Sirius can faintly hear Austin playing and thinks that they are starting the line dancing. This one is particularly new and trending everywhere. He's now close enough that he has to hook UP at Remus. He looked tall from afar but up close he's a fucking monster. At least 193cm and quite muscular. Sirius can tell by how his button down hugs his arms even though he's wearing a looser fit and boot cut pants.

"Do you—," Sirius has to clear his throat, "Do you like to dance Remus?"

Remus moves a little closer and hooks one of his fingers in Sirius' belt loop pulling him flush up against him. His free hand finding the place it fits perfectly on the side of Sirius' neck. Sirius' breath catches as his eyes grow wide.

"There's something I'd like more currently." A fire of desire lights his eyes. They are like molten amber and Sirius… Sirius is like a bug, caught in it — happy to be stuck and preserved forever if that means being stuck with Remus.

" Oh ?"

Remus leans down and inhales the air Sirius was just breathing. His closing the distance is PAINFULLY slow for Sirius. It is AGONIZING! And it's making Sirius nervous. He is sure this is about to be the best kiss of his life and he doesn't wanna mess it up.

Sirius arches up into Remus tilting his head up to make it easier with the height gap but this is a mistake. Sirius watches as Remus twirls them around and walks them back into the opposite wall. Remus takes his hand and places it against the wall which makes Sirius’ mouth water.

With a forcefulness that is intoxicating Remus pushes Sirius hips back into the wall behind him then presses his own hips against him. Sirius’ air coming out in a gasp and suddenly Remus' lips are on his.

The air around them ZINGS with electricity and it takes ALL of Sirius' self restraint to not climb this cowboy here and now. He's so focused on controlling his limbs that he can't help the whimper that escapes his mouth. There is no way a kiss can be this good without anything else. No tongue, no wandering hands, just two peoples lips pressed flush together. The NEED. The DESIRE.

Sirius sighs and Remus chuckles against his lips. He can feel it gravelly in Remus' body, vibrating up through his throat. The chuckle turns into a low growl as Remus breaks away only to come back and kiss him again.

"Do you always make all these pretty little noises Su-Sirius?"

"I do for you," Sirius gasps.

"Mmmmm. I can't say I don't like the sound of that.'' Remus' hands slide down to the back of Sirius' thighs and the next thing he knows Sirius is being lifted up at least a foot in the air and fully trapped between the wall and one sexy Remus. Sirius' legs wrap around his waist and his arms lace around Remus' neck. Sirius' hat falls to the floor in the shuffle but what does he care? A hat is replaceable... these kisses with Remus... definitely not.

Sirius decides to lightly bite at Remus' lower lip and well THAT must have been the ticket because everything picks up after that leaving Sirius firmly breathless. Both of them are panting and there are moans and tangled tongues. The taste of Remus' tongue, the feeling of him exploring Sirius' mouth. Sirius loses his self control and suddenly he is so desperate and clingy, his hands moving to pull up Remus' shirt.

"Hang on now darlin'. I already gave the people a show tonight."

Sirius sighs petulantly into Remus' neck as he runs his tongue up one of Remus' scars. I am going to lick and taste each and every one of these beauty marks. "Don't you have anywhere a little more — private?" Sirius asks pleadingly. "We could lock the bathroom door.”

Remus moans at Sirius' tongue work and then chuckles, "Even I have standards, love. What if I bought you a drink and then took you back to my place?"

"What if we skipped the drinks and just go back to your place." he says kissing just under Remus' ear and then across his jaw.

"I guess that could be arranged." Remus leans back and looks at Sirius, his eyes slightly dazed looking. "God you're a pretty thing aren't you?”

Sirius blushes and bats his eyelashes up at Remus.

Remus looks up slightly, "Where'd your hat go darlin?”

"Oh, it fell off sometime during our little adventure with the wall."

Remus full on laughs and it’s one of the most beautiful things Sirius has ever heard… ever felt.

Remus reaches up and takes his off, plopping it on Sirius' head. "Here you can have mine," he says with a wink.

Sirius adjusts his hair tucking it behind his ears and then beams at Remus. Remus looks stunned for a moment but recovers and smiles stupidly. He puts his hands on Sirius’ hips and squeezes them lightly, then slowly lets him down till his feet touch the floor.

"Golly, I gotta get you home."

Sirius smirks, taking Remus' hand, "Show me the way, Cowboy.''

As Sirius and Remus are making their way to the side door out to the parking-lot Sirius sees James at the bar. "Oh, sorry, let me tell my mate I'm heading out. You can come with me or I'll meet you outside."

"Well, I'd hate to let you go with all these eyes ogling you darlin. I might loose you."

Sirius barks a laugh and pulls Remus behind him as he weaves through the crowd. As he nears he sees James has someone with dark curls with him. Ah. ok I don't feel so bad now. At least I'm not abandoning him.

"Hey Sirius," James says as they get closer.

The person with dark curls tenses, they slowly turn around to see who James is talking to.

Sirius freezes as his eyes take in that all too familiar icy face and piercing eyes that match his own.

“…Reggie?"

#cowboy sirius black #cowboy remus lupin #cowboy #wolfstar #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius and regulus

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cascade05 · 8 months

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Guys Deserve Flowers Too

Saw this post and it got me thinking…

Imagine see a handful of flowers that remind you of Katsuki. Imagine what they are but I was thinking of, well, Imma just collage it cause I don’t know how familiar with flowers y’all are…

On second thought, the picture is giant so I’ll put it…. so where else, maybe…

Anyway, you see these flowers and the kinda look like explosions and the flower lady tells you they (Dahlias) are stubborn flowers and they’re tough to kill so it literally is Bakugo Katsuki/Pro Hero Dynamight and now you HAVE to get them. So you do and you get a few others you think will look good.

Carnations last a long time when they’re cut, not withering as fast as other flowers.

Lantanas are cute little bundles of petals and the orange and red ones are so purty…

Course, you want some green in the bright conglomeration of bursting colors so you go with some leather leaf fern cause they’re big and refreshing.

You leave the shop with two bags of flowers and you’re beaming about them. The excitement kinda plateaus when you get home and realize you don’t have a vase big enough. You’re shocked by that fact because Katsuki’s bough GIANT bouquets for you before. You look everywhere and cannot find a vase.

Then you see one of the decorative jar things—ya know what I mean, right? It was black clay and you never understood why people would get something like that and just eat it sit unused. It just collected dust on a shelf full of other things that collected dust so it’s existence was an annoyance to you but Mitsuki bought it as a housewarming gift so…

Anyway, you used that. It was about time it pulled its own weight anyway, even if your husband would think you’re an idiot for using a decorative like that as a vase. You would argue that vases were a type of decorative and they were meant to be used but that didn’t matter.

What matters is you and the amazing bouquet just finished. Yaaasss! It’s beautiful, no doubt, because it made with l o v e. A fact you will rub in your snooty husband’s gorgeous face if he dares to make fun of you because that’s who we are, right?! Right.

He comes come and you greet him from her spot on the couch. He kisses your head as he walks by, mumbling a greeting of his own before he hops in the shower. You continue reading or doing whatever it is you like to do.

At some point in life, he notices the giant bouquet on the kitchen island and he stops. He didn’t buy those. The man narrows his eyes in thought, mentally going through all the important dates before deciding it wasn’t an important day today. Unless something happened that he didn’t know about. The man decided to probe.

“You got flowers,” he grumbled stupidly.

“Uh-huh,” you hummed absentmindedly, not giving him anything.

“Look nice.”

“Thanks.”

You looked at his back, giggling silently to yourself before looking blankly at your book when he turned around. You could see the confused look on his face out of the corner of you eye and it took everything you had not to burst into laughter.

“You get ‘em from that shop by the bakery?”

“No. They’re from a new place that opened up—by where the farmers market is. It’s a cute little shop.”

He stares silently at you before looking back at the flowers then back at you. You could hear the frustration on his face. He would cave in eventually. Bakugo Katsuki hated admitting he didn’t know something important and if he forgot an important date then it was worse. He wouldn’t ask, but, well, he couldn’t think of a single special occasion that happened today. So, he had to ask.

“Any reason for ‘em?”

You hummed softly, kicking your foot up and down before turning a page. You weren’t really reading but, well…“For you.”

Did he really forget something? But you didn’t usually buy him flowers except on his birthday and, even then, it was always simple and never this large. “Why?” he asked.

“Cause I kinda like you, that’s why.”

He made a face and you laughed at it, getting up from the couch to cup his pouty cheeks. He gently grabbed your hips, tugging you a little close as you look up at him with a soft smile. “They reminded me of you, that’s all,” you say, smiling growing when his ears turn a soft pink.

He doesn’t understand that sort of thing—how flowers could remind you of him. You know he doesn’t, so you explain it. As you speak, your hands move and your arms end up resting on his shoulders as you fiddle with your fingers behind his head. You feel like a schoolgirl with a big fat crush when he wraps his arms around you and gently sways, his red eyes lighting up the more you talk. It embarrassing and you feel like you’re on fire, but you wouldn’t mind burning if it was for him. Not like he’d let you burn. It makes you nervous and shy but you explain it anyway because he’s worth being shy for.

You tell him how stubborn he is and how resilient. How determined and strong he is.

You tell him how his touch lingers on your mind endlessly, how you live for the way you can feel him—can see him in the world around you even when he’s not there.

He snorts softly when you tell him how beautiful he is—how pretty his eyes are—and you puff out your cheek in response, pouting at his lack of faith. You ask him if he doesn’t trust you or if he never looks in the mirror and he mumbles that he trusts you more than anyone else in the world. So you tell him again, that he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever met. That the small moments you share with him make you fell close to bursting because you love him so much and you know he loves you too.

You tell him you love how he fits against you—how you fit against him. How safe you feel in his large arms and how protected you feel just by seeing him. You tell him that, after a long day, all you need is one hug and you feel so refreshed and loved.

It mushy and soft and lovey-dovey but you tell him all that anyway. You’re too embarrassed to look at him and he must share the same sentiment cause he buries his face in the crook of your neck, planting a few small kisses by your shoulder. You shyly press your face into your other shoulder, biting your bottom lip as your cheeks burn.

“Do you like them?” you whisper softly, gently fiddling with his hair.

He doesn’t respond, not for awhile. He seeks refuge in your arms—in the safety of your love and you let him. You’re more than happy to. Eventually he mumbles against you. You can’t hear him. You don’t really need to. You know what he said—what he meant. It makes you smile, makes you press his head further into you as you wrap an arm around his shoulder and hug him close. It’s the same feeling driving Katsuki to press his palm against your back and press you even further into himself. His other hand fiddles with your belt loop while he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re an idiot,” he finally says and you snort.

“Whatever, dummy.”

“I should be buying you flowers, dumbass” he mumbles.

You know how grateful he is and you know that he treasures everything you said. You know he only said what he did because he thinks he has to work to deserve you and you know that, even if you told him no. It was you who was undeserving, he would never believe you.

He appreciates your words, you know he does, but he’s an actions kind of man and everything will always mean more to him if he sees your love. You know he sees it which is why he’s so shy all of a sudden. You’re feeling a bit coy yourself and bite your bottom lip, puffing out your cheeks as you do and you can feel the tips of your ears tingling.

“Yeah, well, guys deserve flowers too,” you breathe, “idiot.”

He snorts softly, kicking your shin lightly. “Idiot,” he parrots and you burry your smile in his hair.

It wasn’t until later in the week when Bakugo noticed the black paint on the substitute vase was running off due to the water and, well, you both had a great time trying to find that exact clay decorative in the store. It was a bonding experience, you told him. He called you an idiot but that was no surprise.

@shotorus

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courtingchaos · 10 months

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River monster!Eddie is obsessed with collecting little trinkets, and you can’t tell me otherwise. That man monster is literally like fuckin Ariel collecting her thingamabobs. And every time he finds some cool new trinket or doo-dad that’s been carelessly discarded on the river banks, Eddie cleans it up with the flower water to make it look real nice, then, after he makes you come on his cock (or his tongue, or both), he gives you a second to catch your breath and get your bearings before grabbing his newest trinket(s) from his pile and brandishing them before you like a little kid proudly showing their mom the tooth they just pulled out. He’s like a dragon with his hoard of gold, he’s super possessive of his trinkets, but he also really likes showing them off to you and Wayne. Sometimes, if he finds something he thinks you’ll like, he’ll give it to you as a gift, but most of the time, Eddie likes to keep his cool finds for himself.

I know you mentioned that he has an old radio that you helped him fix up, but what other lil bits and bobs and trinkets and doo-dads do you think that water-logged, lil mossy gremlin has stored in his super secret cave/river dwelling/alcove???

Also, do you think that, when Eddie’s not around/paying attention, Wayne purposely “leaves” stuff on the river banks that he thinks Eddie will like just so that Eddie can find them and add them to his growing collection?? Like maybe he even rubs a bunch of moss and sand and dirt on them to get his own scent off the items so that Eddie won’t know that Wayne was the one who discarded them (because, if he knew, he’d either just try to give it back to Wayne or simply not take it at all)???

Alright so as an overarching warning for the whole fic, this Eddie is a monster (obviously) so he’s going to have some macabre things in his trove. He eats people on occasion, like a gator would.

I mentioned the gold fillings but that’s because they’re shiny. I imagine if anyone had jewelry on them he’d keep that too, the unnatural shine and shape of them draws him in every time. He’s got a clutch of them that you maybe find and come to some…realizations. He’s got crushed up cans and interesting rocks. He hangs onto his sheds sometimes if they were particularly hard to get off and he gives you one, a large scale from his spine.

Because of what Wayne is, and y’all don’t know what that is yet sorry, he’s for sure leaving things for Eddie. Literally from trinkets to food and at first Eddie doesn’t want to take it because he’s cautious of Wayne. After they’re friendly I think Eddie looks forward to it actually. Maybe he’s got a sweet tooth and Wayne figures it out, leaves a pie or something one day and watches Eddie just devour it.

#asks!

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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New life: Thomas Hewitt x gn reader

This is kinda based on another post I saw before but I don’t have their @. Anyway I can’t get Tommy boy off my mind rn so I thought why not do something for him. This is gonna take place in the late 60′s like in the move. I hope y’all enjoy. Also this is gonna be super long because I just wanted to keep this going and honestly I might make this a full on fic if it gets popular enough. Part two here

Warnings: Violence, torment, blood, strong language

You just wanted to go start a new life. Away from your toxic ex and shitty friends. Away from the shitty town you lived in. But you had to get in that car crash and the sheriff had to take you back to his house. Now you’re tied to a chair at a dining table with a woman cleaning your face with a wet rag. Tears are falling and you’re pleading for her to help you. “We gotta make you look nice for my boy. He’s gonna really like you. We needed to get him a pretty partner.” She says, putting the rag back in the bowl she had with her.

“Please just help me. I won’t tell anyone please. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t lose that pretty voice of yours now. Tommy’s gonna be here soon.” You keep crying, tugging at the ropes binding you to the chair. Cuts and bruises ache and sting all over your body. You can feel blood soaking your jeans and your shirt. You’re terrified of who Thomas is gonna be. You’ve seen the way the house looks, how the sheriff acted, you’re gonna die here. After waiting a few more agonizing minutes the woman calls out for someone. “Tommy come up here! I’ve got someone you’ll wanna meet!” You hear heavy footsteps coming up from the basement and soon enough walks in a large man with a leather mask on the bottom half of his face. You’re frozen in fear while you look at him. He pulls up a chair and sits by you. Your breathing is fast and you keep your eyes on his hands, still struggling to break free. His clothes are dirty and bloody. You can only imagine what he’s been doing. You can feel yourself start to slip into a panic attack. Your lungs get hard to fill and you’re practically screaming trying to get air. Thomas just sits there, he must find this normal. How often does this family kidnap people? After a few minutes of you trying to calm your breathing Thomas kinda catches onto whats going on. He unties one of your hands and holds it firm on his chest, making you feel his chest rise and fall with air. After a few minutes of this you do calm down, unfortunately he ties your hand back down and it’s time for dinner. The sheriff and another man join at the table with the woman. The sheriff says grace and you focus on the bowl of food in front of you. There’s light talk and you can hear the sheriff comment about you.

“Do we really need them? Tommy’s fine on his own.”

“Well Hoyt the boy does need someone with him. He can’t be alone forever.” Said boy is still next to you, eating. You tense even more when you see his hand move to your bowl. He takes a spoonful and brings it to your mouth. You shut it and turn your head away. He moves the spoon to you but you move your head again. This goes on for a bit until the woman speaks again. “Tommy go bring them up to your room. They’re yours now.”

“What? No, no you have to let me leave!” You shout. Thomas unties you and picks you up bridal style and carries you up the stairs. You’re fighting against him and screaming. Although he’s holding you tight, there’s something gentle to him. He opens a door upstairs and puts you on his bed. He locks the door and looks down at you. You look up at him now, he hasn’t said a single word to you yet. “Are you gonna hurt me?” You ask him. He shakes his head. Now you can really feel how sore your body is. You groan feel tears start to form again. “Your name is Thomas right?” He nods again. “I’m Y/N. This is your room right?” He nods again. “Ok well um it’s nice to meet you Thomas. I um like your mask.” He picks you up under your arms and sits you further on the bed. He moves to where you were and now you can see eye to eye. ‘His eyes are a lovely dark brown, it reminds you of a stuffed toy you had as a kid. “Does your family kill people Tommy?” He nods. You take a shaky breath and pick at your nails. “Why do you kill people?” He makes an eating like motion and you feel your stomach drop. “Oh um that’s interesting. You’re not gonna kill me right?” He nods. “Ok then. As long as you keep me safe I won’t try to run.” You feel exausted after today. You lift up your shirt and see all of the cuts and bruises you have, your shirt filthy and blood soaked, just like your pants.

“I’d hate to ask you this Tommy but I need new clothes.” He nods and walks over to a dresser in his room. He grabs a shirt and hands it to you. It’s way to big but it’s better than the one you have now. You stand up and turn around. You take off your shirt and put on the new one. It hangs off of your body and you turn back around. You take off your boot and really feel how bad your feet ache. “Tommy do you think you have any pants that could fit me?” You ask. He thinks for a minute then nods. He opens another drawer in the dresser and pulls out some jeans. There’s dried blood on them and you sharply inhale. You take them from him and look at them. “Are these from someone else?” He nods and you sigh. You turn around again and put them on. They’re a bit baggy but it doesn’t matter. Turning back to him you notice he’s looking at the ground. “Tommy?” He looks back up at you. He seems softer now somehow. He hasn’t hurt you yet. Maybe if you just behave he’ll let you go. “Where should I sleep?” He points to the bed. “But where will you sleep?” He keeps his point on the bed. “Oh, um ok then. Just don’t touch me.” You climb into his bed and as soon as your head hits the pillows you’re out. Wondering what this new life with this family holds.

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt fanfic #slasher #Slashers #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader #tcm the beginning #tcm

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cornflowershade · 10 months

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nlmg x ourskyy ep. 2. — just gonna fully liveblog this one for fun

laughing through the you’ll have to be my wife scene and the line “it’s because of viewers like you that viewer discretion is advised”

also nice to see them laughing together for a minute

lol palm using all the english phrases after they keep getting interrupted

HE STOLE THE BRACELET

(okay we’re doing the whole give me back my jewelry thing again lol xD)

“i can make him give it back or lash him” / “are you drunk with power?” yes talk some sense into him nueng. palm really has been using “i’m a lord here” as an excuse for everything being/turning out fine asdfg

lol the request

(aw he’s envious of how open nueng and palm are.)

OOOOH time capsule that’s a clever idea. sweet but also proves if they’re actually in the past. nice.

okay GUYS.

you have to bury it deeper than that 😂

“let’s just dig a little mini hole like we’re planting a crocus bulb and cover the top with some leaves, surely the earth won’t shift too much here and no one will find it/move it before a couple hundred years pass!!” lmao.

love me some scheming gays

also literally the most unsubtle way to watch someone

pfff nueng “i used to send flirting signs to someone. but it took him forever to pick up on the signs. he was stupid.” -> anyway this line could apply to any fandom i swear

*hold my umbrella*

(the fluffy ancient times ‘hold my beer’)

LOSING IT at the entire sequence of palm and nueng counting how long the stares lasts.

the investment they have

yeahhhh that scene was too sweet for them to end up going home successfully.

imagine if the whole ‘let’s start a fight’ thing doesn’t work and they just. get killed with a giant machete for no reason. (also c’mon y’all just ruined everyone’s holiday)

the we’re finally home hug was cute. they’re so happy! --> oooooh okay so they have to find their box at the old tree. wellllll. hope the grOunD haSn”t movEd tOo mUCH. (one giant storm and i swear that box should’ve been displaced. this bugs me more than it should.)

“you [palm] watch to many dramas” it’s me, i’m palm.

PHUM OWNES THE PLACE ASDFG

y’all are lucky THAT’S ALL I’M SAYING

reading the letters: “when you ride a horse you look so cool like a prince” --> that’s cute xD

palm’s letter: i admire all these aspects of your personality

nueng’s letter: i like ur corny jokes and how pretty u are and that hairstyle you had that one time

lol

(okay i know he said slightly more than that but)

liked seeing them joke together again at the end. also more cuteness. but please why did they play background music over nueng’s singing that COMPLETELY clashed with the notes hELP

anyway. this episode was fun, i liked it a lot better than the first one! still such a weird plot choice though lol

#ourskyy2 #ourskyy x never let me go #mine

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punkscowardschampions · 2 years

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Ali & Carly

Ali: [Alright, so turning up after when we would like to, as we definitely like to see a party amp up and reach its peak, not lowkey turn up when it’s all going downhill a bit; but for whatever reason (Marlene saying she will come for once but then making us late for her own reasons) we are arriving now; I imagine that there are landmarks that stay in place up in these mountains/someone has brought proper lighting and sound systems in their vehicles, very rave vibe, so we are able to find our way and make an entrance, that isn’t scrambling in the dark, by following this carnage. As it is Summer, even though it’s obviously dead of night, I will be finding a vibe of an outfit to slay, duh; as duh is how hardcore Marlene will be attempting to hold onto Ali like she is a toddler trying to run away in the supermarket here. Good luck, she cannot be tamed and is dancing through this crowd with glee.]

Carly: [I will likewise try and find an outfit despite the fact you’re very much not in your slaying era, you would be that bitch who didn’t look pregnant at all hence your parents and lowkey you for ages did not know about it genuinely so you’re welcome for that because we all know she’s in a group of the sketchiest boys and they’re probably saying gross stuff about her body seeing as she literally just had a baby and egging each other on to see it/try and sleep with her as the first lad since, truly upsetting because she’d likewise just be trying to vibe, you’ll probably bump into each other dancing ASAP if she can get away from these lads enough, soz not soz Marlene]

Ali: [You know we can overhear as soon as we’re within that distance because like any party you’re having to shout so like how very dare you, dickheads; obviously we have to do the thing where we just spin you further away from them like whoops goodbye boys, and you can because if Marlene has overheard as well she will be personally kicking off, without even needing to look at or know Carly herself, just on principle]

Carly: [she do be that butch lesbian and she will fight you cos she lowkey doesn’t go anywhere without her band mates so they’d all get involved and it’d be such a scene you don’t want to be dealing with lads, meanwhile Carly’s just having a lovely time dancing and showering Ali with compliments about her outfit and hair etc the way sweet drunk girls do]

Ali: [We are very much leaving that to y’all and trusting you ladies know when to stop before it’s a whole drama, which is a risk but we’d rather get Carly away from the situation and make sure she’s good first so there we go; repaying those compliments and specifically saying something that contradicts whatever grossness was being said by the lads]

Carly: [when you’re genuinely so buzzing but also overwhelmed that it breaks my heart cos who is ever saying nice things to this gal, just peeping out through her hands like can’t deal but smiling SO big]

Ali: [gently prising her hands from her face so you can grin back at her but also just keep leading her further away ‘til we’re on the other side of this shindig because fuck your bad vibes ‘do you need anything, a drink?’ in her ear so you know she can hear you properly]

Carly: [‘been waiting for you to read my palm’ because I’m sorry there is no way Ali’s rep as a witch and almost murderer is not known and you’ve been leading Carly by the hand round and about, also in her ear because obviously]

Ali: [raise your brows like ah well ‘have to cross mine with silver first, see’ and lightly tug on an earring or necklace she’s definitely wearing as if you’re gonna take it for payment but obviously don’t lol and look up to find the moon and talk about whatever phase it is currently in, I’m not about to try and guess, you know the vibes]

Carly: [absolutely taking said jewellery off and putting it on Ali whatever it may be, probably an earring since that’s the weirdest thing to share with a stranger lol, because she’s just that bitch, and asking her about whatever stars are out cos you’ve probably got a pretty good view of some rn]

Ali: [we’re naturally thrilled because we are that weird and finding something suitable to swap so you’re even and telling her about all the stars because are that nerd ‘what did you want to know about your future, anyway?’ Looking back down at her palms and tracing the lines like I can do it but it matters what answers you’re looking for]

Carly: [10000% GUSHING about whatever she was given whether that’s looking at and touching it when Ali is talking or complimenting it whenever she can without hardcore talking over you gal, but making and holding eye contact when she asks the question ‘I don’t know, is it happy or sad?’ again break my heart Carly, you’re barely 15 and you think your life is over]

Ali: [maintain that eye contact with her too and do a small smile ‘both’ because that is always the truth, no matter what we could read from your palm or anywhere else ‘tonight can be happy’ with confidence like it will be no question about it and lift a bottle from someone who’s nodding out and take a swig and offer it to her]

Carly: [take said bottle and unthinkingly down like half of it because yeah likewise determined that tonight will be good regardless of everything that’s going on, as unthinkingly say sorry when you pass it back because that’s her entire vibe always and forever despite it clearly not belonging to Ali in the first place]

Ali: [not acknowledging the sorry beyond shrugging it away because none of that ‘you’ve earnt it’ like dealing with those dickheads would be enough and we’re obviously well aware much more is going on than just that for her right now, drinking some more to be like there you go, equal again ‘you come here with them?’ and nodding back towards the lads]

Carly: [‘it’s my first night out’ we don’t need to elaborate since what because everyone knows sis ‘they all fancied earning dibs’ like I couldn’t possibly decide myself who to come with, why would that choice be mine to make]

Ali: [shaking our head directly at them like typical ‘they’ll have to try harder night two’ like you simply have not earned anything, have you boys ‘good thing dancing’s better’ and leading her into another dance to prove it, chucking this bottle on the grass]

Carly: [‘have to find it and spin it’ with a look in said bottle’s direction but we’re loling with our head shake cos we know the lads won’t actually put in any effort fighting for us and there’s no use being heartbroken about it and honestly we’re having more fun dancing rn legit so]

Ali: [‘sit and spin’ taking this as an opportunity to spin ‘round and ‘round ‘til you fall over because why would you not, landing in this damp grass and loling]

Carly: [shamelessly gotta land on you Alison and make no attempt to move, soz I don’t make the rules]

Ali: [raise yourself up on your elbows and do that awkward dance of nearly headbutting you so then we’re checking your head as we touch your arm and do a smaller lol ‘was going to ask if you were okay but that seems like a bad idea now, rub her forehead softly like whoops]

Carly: [just doing your own lols and smiles to let her know you’re okay instead of entirely brushing it off in favour of checking her out for injuries she doesn’t have and being touchy feely af with her hair and skin way more than would ever be necessary]

Ali: [‘your smile is lovely’ just straight up because we’re always that genuine and it’s the mood, finding whatever clovers and daisies and whatnot we can by the dim light in this grass and braiding them into her hair, getting busy with this task we’ve given ourselves so we aren’t just staring at her casually]

Carly: [getting her phone out and using the torch to help this girl out with both the search and the task we’re letting her do, casually pretending we don’t see all the messages from her parents that are like wtf come home now, pretending our lockscreen isn’t our tiny child because we can’t think about it or there will be no more smiles and simply can’t have that ‘must be they’re more powerful cos I’ve been storing them up’ nbd just admitting we have and have had 0 to smile about]

Ali: [‘it must be hard’ not past tensing it like it’s over, or putting any sympathy or our own emotion into it, it’s almost rhetorical because we’re pretty sure that no shit, it’s been hard but we’re leaving the space for her to answer if she wants to, not just dismissing her about it]

Carly: [‘brought it on myself, didn’t I?’ with a shrug because it’s as rhetorical and what literally everyone would be saying, meanwhile we’re saying it too cheerfully like oh well cos again just the vibes]

Ali: [at first shake your head like nah but then do a shrug like I guess it’s complicated ‘maybe for now, it would always be shit, but then it could be the best thing in the world in the end, high risk, high reward’ just saying our actual feelings towards the subject and not just offering platitudes about it or being fake nice ‘you weren’t sure, about keeping your baby?’ because we’re not believing anything just from the gossip ‘cos no one knows the actual tea because none of you are nice enough to care or even ask so]

Carly: [‘I didn’t wanna but my ma said I should’ve thought about that if not, like’ likewise saying our actual feelings and the truth that your parents have lowkey forced you into this despite then being shit about it]

Ali: [making a face at your mother for this but not being hardcore with it because not judgey by nature we just don’t like what we don’t like ‘she won’t mind babysitting when we go out again then, will she’ with that breeziness of like, you’ll have no choice, love, lmao]

Carly: [a little lol ‘what I said to her and my da as well’ cos she would, we’re out tonight lads you clearly couldn’t stop her and didn’t try that hard, turning her head however necessary to look at Alison ‘will we go out again then?’ with the energy of the question being more like ooh where are we going and when]

Ali: [ahh to be young and rebellious, just you wait Tess lmao, jk we’re not that bad but still, a bit; finishing a braid and giving it a playful flick like umm yes, of course ‘you don’t think I trust them to make night two any better, do you?’ and rolling our eyes like hell no]

Carly: [not calling Carly a bad influence but everyone will think it when Ali starts having these babies haha ‘night [whatever is a lucky number for gemini but a high number like 23 or 32 appaz cos we know what these lads are like so we’re not saying 3 or 5 which I know are lucky]’ll be grand’ I fully expect Ali to pick up on this because she just would know gemini lucky numbers, she’s that bitch]

Ali: [do a little snort like maybe ‘if any of them are air signs too’ and say which ones you recognised and which ones you didn’t]

Carly: [just have a nice little chat about which boys are what signs because of course you know Carly, read them to filth]

Ali: [getting so into dragging them astrologically we’re cackling]

Carly: [and tell her you have 3 middle names and that you gave your son 5 because 7 is a lucky number for cancer and you would]

Ali: [obsessing over her naming choices and talking about your own name nickname situ and what names you would pick because clearly it’s the kind of thing you think about]

Carly: [I’m gonna have to sit and think of them all one day and for Aries it’s 9 so I’ll have even more of a job for Billie, thanks Carly]

Ali: [like, that is insanity but we are not going to judge you right here right now lol, should probably have your girlfriend and her friends turn back up at this point, ugh lmao, like hi gals]

Carly: [it is but you’re a teenage girl and you could’ve done a lot worse naming wise so I’ll let you off hun, ugh yeah I was gonna say a good a time as any for y’all to show up, at least you can bring more drinks like the gentleman you try and portray yourself as]

Ali: [just downing that with more ferocity than should be needed when your girlfriend shows but at least you can pretend you were just trying to be sexy like thanks babe and give her a quick kiss before telling all y’all this is Carly and she’s in your xyz classes at school]

Carly: [genuinely saying something nice about each one of these gals as we say hi because she just is that pure, you can’t be a hater Marlene]

Ali: [she’s so pure and it’s so refreshing at this point, hanging around with these punk grrrls]

Carly: [excuse her for being the softest and cutest you flops]

Ali: [you’re probably all being alright, even Marlene for now ‘cos you’re not hardcore flirting and she just got to defend your honour so you’re welcome hun]

Carly: [yeah it’d be a nice vibe rn she won’t even scare you off yet talking about her horrific labour, we’ll save that for later lol]

Ali: [lmao, get over it gals, be an ally to this woman and her poor vagina; for now though, starting some drinking games that aren’t just spin the bottle shamelessly]

Carly: [I’ll make her tell the tale when she needs to stop band practice and save Ali one of those times because that was always fun to do, for now, drink these gals who think they are such bad bitches under the table Carly and make them blush with how vanilla they actually always are, you gotta]

Ali: [we know you all are and it’s the tea and Ali is amused af by this being exposed right now ‘cos we ain’t either so it’s like hohaha]

Carly: [cali just loling at y’all, k-stew gonna be grumpy about this]

Ali: [it is lowkey implying you’re boring us on the low, even if we didn’t mean to, it’s out there now so, deal with that tomorrow girl]

Carly: [soz you are a bit boring and not right for Ali especially at this point in her life, at least Carly can accidentally get one of the gals talking about the band and you can all go on and on about it for a sec, that’ll cheer you]

Ali: [literally talking to someone else who is circling nearby whilst this goes on but not fully walking away from the group or anything dramatic ‘can you sing, Carly?’ sounds like you’re looking for your own replacement with how out of the blue the question is but we’re just curious lmao]

Carly: [nod because you’re clearly too drunk/high/both to be as shy about it as you normally are, and gently pull Ali back into this inner circle and as close to you as she physically can be without being on top of each other again, cos gotta sing something to prove it but gotta be heard over the music that’s already playing, absolutely am gonna pick dreaming by blondie because it’s ‘punk’ enough that none of these lesbians can mock you if they also overhear you but a song you’d know unlike all their riot grrrl bops and a song with a v cali vibe]

Ali: [we simply would not let anyone mock you ever and we’re literally mesmerized whilst you perform full heart eyes and then we are giving you all the compliments so excitedly and making sure all these gals do the same]

Carly: [thank god it do be dark cos she’d be blushing SO BIG despite doing an adorable lil bow like yeah ty ‘your turn’ cos we already know Ali can sing I’m sure that’s totally common knowledge in the entirety of Dublin and also you did do music together for juniors so she defs would’ve unlike poor shy Carly, keeping it equal 5ever]

Ali: [I don’t know what I want you to sing to be quite honest but I’m thinking a traditional Irish song as you’re up a mountain right now vibing and it equally fits and does not fit at all with the vibe so just go for it honey, doing your best attempt at Irish dancing with it casually]

Carly: [that’s a whole mood plus we know the point is that she totally slayed it instead of flopping and Carly would be even more mesmerised and doing even bigger heart eyes and giving the most compliments to the degree that none of the rest of y’all can get a word in, soz, plus it’s confirmed in my past posts that Carly did Irish dancing lessons as a child complete with the outfits and everything cos I see your parents as being proudly irish despite fucking off to spain as soon as they can, so obvs gotta do it too and tell her all your childhood exploits]

Ali: [being so buzzing and asking her to show us how to properly right now because like all things we just make it up as we go along and do what we’re feeling but we love learning new things and love when anyone is excited about something]

Carly: [have a fun moment teaching her how to do that even though she would apologising for being crap and having lost the knack etc despite the fact she isn’t and has not cos just who she is rn]

Ali: [forever being effortlessly reassuring because that’s not true so we can say as much and no lie is detected, the way I know those gross lads are probably back to staring at y’all and saying shit because they can be like well they’re making a show of themselves, ugh, go away]

Carly: [it’s too real, all of it, ps I like to think Ronan is not here tonight cos we’ve said he’s less of a knob so that just tracks seeing as she’s out with the worst of the worst, we all know Carly’s saying shit back to them in Irish cos for the same reasons she’s good at it hence it being one of the only lessons she has with Ali when they are older, though it’s way more playful and fun and less gross than y’all are being cos we’re not in the mood to actually beef with these lads tonight or lowkey ever]

Ali: [that makes sense to me and we can let a lot slide until we can be bothered to brawl either because you always get dickheads and we are mostly unbothered but you know the lesbians are pressed and we have to stop dancing and enjoying ourselves to be like it’s not worth it just go get more drinks or whatever]

Carly: [poor Ali is not trying to be a bouncer between these lads and lesbians, quit it everyone, god you just know k-stew wants to go home already and is using this as her excuse, soz gal but we’re not leaving]

Ali: [probably having a mini argument ‘cos she’s like well can you stop dicking around and then they’ll ignore you, like 1. No they won’t babe and 2. Rude]

Carly: [meanwhile Carly’s probably getting flirted with by one of the other lesbians, casually going along with it in the way that she does and will cos do not even realise lowkey just like y’all are being so nice to me]

Ali: [the side-eye we’re giving this girl like really, is this the time, ma’am but we don’t wanna hear the anti-predatory gay rant so as long as it’s kept at flirting we’re minding our business but judging you haha]

Carly: [this gal giving Ali a share of whatever drugs she has on her person once the domestic is over with an echo of her earlier ‘you’ve earnt it’ do we mean because of the row with Marlene and how annoying she is being or do we mean how good your performance was or both haha, definitely doing said drugs with her in the gayest/flirtiest/most touchy feely way possible depending what they are, not soz to your gf or her friend that was trying to put the moves on]

Ali: [we’re not at all soz, she’s an inherently touchy feely person and you can’t pretend otherwise Marlene, we’re also not being like hmm should you though about it because that’s not our call to make remotely, taking you to a slightly quieter patch and laying to look at the stars whilst you’re high, doing a big sigh when we do because monogamy does not suit us even if Marlene did so we’re restless as fuck]

Carly: [as is Carly clearly so call it flirting all you want later on Marlene but she’d be being like this with all your mates when she met them as well so you’ll have to say she’s flirting with them too hun, speaking of your friends, if any of y’all decide to try and be gallant about if Carly should or shouldn’t, you will be met with a lol and a vibe of all these lesbians being as obsessed with what her tits are doing as the lads are so probably don’t haha ‘biggest sigh I’ve ever heard’ I doubt that my love but she’s concerned and looking over at Ali instead of the stars like what’s wrong/are you okay]

Ali: [when you turn your head to shake it, end up facing her too so you can make eye contact and smile ‘nothing’ because in the grand scheme of problems we’re aware it’s such a non-issue and one of our own making, of course, not that dickhead ‘we should’ve talked properly, before now’ with why haven’t we, how has that happened sort of energy]

Carly: [stealing Alison’s earlier words again, this time ‘must be hard’ with the same kind of energy as she used it, cos we obvs mean being in a relationship cos she clearly never has, getting closer to her in response to the second bit without being aware that’s a thing just like yeah we should’ve cos could launch into a ramble about maybe why you haven’t crossed paths but it’s nothing you both don’t already know]

Ali: [nod ‘very’ because we feel bad for how there’s nothing wrong with Marlene and she has all her own life shit and doesn’t need a break-up on top of it but she will be fine really, it’s just peak drama as a teen and you’re always the one doing the breaking up so you would feel like the bad guy, resting your head on her shoulder and playing with one of the flower braids from earlier casually ‘are you coming back in September?’]

Carly: [taking her hand and holding it basically forever from this moment on lol ‘don’t know, it’s transition year’ meaning yeah they’ll probably let me but if they don’t it also doesn’t really matter that much, cos obvs she’d wanna go back asap, defs sooner than the 18 weeks you’re appaz legally allowed to have despite not caring about school that much purely for not having to be stuck in the caravan all day with a baby]

Ali: [‘the school has to’ but with the knowing tone of you might be talking about your parents there so at least that’s school on your side ‘there’s the nursery right by the school’ ‘cos usually nearby for ease ‘he’ll be the perfect age’ ‘cos most nurseries will take from birth basically but 3 months is like, you’ve done your full maternity leave energy, squeezing her hand a little like see, it’ll work out perfectly]

Carly: [‘they’ll know what they’re doing there, have to as well’ cos Carly clearly does not atm and her parents aren’t much better at childcare lbr with the same vibe of yeah that will be perfect and he’ll probably love it loads more than the alternative]

Ali: [‘exactly’ even though we can tell it’s deeper than just worrying about your baby being in other people’s care, we’re not gonna gush about what a good mum you are when we don’t know right now because that’d be fake ‘what they’re there for, to help’ because everyone needs help and really the health visitors and social should be picking up on this vibe but your mum obviously puts on too good of a show]

Carly: [‘I cried when my ma dropped me off up til [pick a school year age that’s far too old to still be doing that honey cos she’s got anxiety]’ like it’s lols and we’re not worrying that we hope this tiny baby will actually settle cos too high to be having anything but fun at this time]

Ali: [‘School is shit’ with a smile because we’ve never been a fan and we can make it relatable, even though you know we were not crying too ‘who wouldn’t rather be at home with daytime TV and no teachers’]

Carly: [‘come round after he’s got his nursery place’ like we’ll just chill at home and leave him there nbd]

Ali: [shake the hand we’re still holding like deal]

Carly: [just the biggest smile again cos she doesn’t have any friends there’s no sugarcoating that fact ‘you’re the sweetest’ cos true it was nice meeting your gf and her friends but]

Ali: [‘you’ as you boop her on the nose because we’re feeling it ‘you live on [whatever the site is called/known as], right?’ because we recognise the boys you’re with tonight so it doesn’t take a genius to put that together with people being cunty because you live on a caravan site at school no doubt ‘I know where it is, nice bike ride from mine’]

Carly: [‘yeah, always’ cos has literally never lived anywhere else or in a house which is a wild thing to think about ‘nobody’s chatting about where you live, hope knowing’s in my future’ like where do you idk cos curious]

Ali: [‘you’ll have to come over too, sofas got more room these days’ because I think baze will be starting their uni era in autumn so slowly getting a less full house one way or another]

Carly: [shake her hand again like okay deal]

Ali: [just giggling about how accidentally formal we’re being and shaking her hand ‘til it’s silly and finishing with a pinky promise, more the energy]

Carly: [also loling as she takes whatever rings she’s wearing off and like gathers them all up to tip into Ali’s lap as if she was shaking her hand that hard to steal them all, except the pinky one obvs if there is because we’re not breaking that pinky promise and are gonna stay linked like that forever now]

Ali: [just putting these rings on our other hand in various different combos like mwahaha yes this was my plan but then we’re putting them back on her which is casually very intimate like alright wedding vibes, just making up stupid vows because we’re high and amused]

Carly: [join in, you simply must, even if we can’t ignore the sigh of hers that would’ve escaped because not at all casual social pariah and hasn’t been touched in so long and especially not in actual soft and intimate way like that]

Ali: [don’t even start me on how unsoft the baby’s conception clearly was, too sad to think about, thank you]

Carly: [thank god we can actually have Ronan be your friend more than he was cos always said you were neighbours, you don’t have to be an angel sir but I’m glad you’re slightly less of a dick at least]

Ali: [honestly, and you get to be friends with the non-dickheads we are too, things can only get better gal, even with your messiness as a duo]

Carly: [I love to see it, soz as ever we’re gonna kill you off but you’ll be happy before we do, I promise, and you’re v happy rn actually, high and looking at stars with this gal you clearly already love ‘thanks for saving me’ not her first actual acknowledgment that everything isn’t chill and lols as far as those lads go]

Ali: [shrug like anytime ‘been there’ because we have, even if not the literal same situation ‘some nights, you shouldn’t have to hack it alone’ like they should be laying off and you shouldn’t have to laugh that shit off too]

Carly: [putting her hand on her shoulders like we’re holding them still cos nope you can’t shrug it off it’s too important and we’re never far away from being silly or touchy feely ‘tonight was destined to be…’ trailing off and just making a face cos don’t wanna speak those bad vibes out loud ‘or so I thought’ cos like I said, having a lovely time truly]

Ali: [putting your own hands on her shoulders but in the opposite as if you’re stilling her and calming those bad thoughts that are going about her head ‘it was’ so affirmingly like we were destined to meet tonight and go through whatever is about to happen between us because we know]

Carly: [looking at this gal and the stars and her palm and back like yeah this do be fated because she’s v much a everything happens for a reason bitch hence keeping this child that she doesn’t want rn]

Ali: [we know you’re that hoe too, at least we can cut this night whenever we like ‘cos clearly these lads are not going to just leave it and Marlene and co will make y’all leave instead because realistically, you don’t wanna be hate-crimed girls]

Carly: [plus lbr it’s blatant already that Cali have more in common and more of a connection so she’d also be like let’s get her home and away from my gf rn immediately]

Ali: [when you can see the end, very awkward, no dignity in this for either of you honestly, it would be better if it was just called a day but if there’s one thing we can say about miss alison is that she doesn’t avoid an overlap ever lmao]

Carly: [she doesn’t give up for better or worse and neither does the walking lesbian cliche that Marlene is, so here we are]

Ali: [that’s a better way of putting it than me just calling her a bit of a hoe, oh dear, she’s an aquarius cliche, if astrology blogs have taught me anything; real question is should we just get you home and then go because obviously Marlene’s idea or should we be like hmm no I should really stay because she would be in a fair state and we’re that bitch?]

Carly: [she’s doing the most to be that slutty bi stereotype too but I still love her, to answer your question I think she should stay because she is that bitch and would want to and in the state Carly was in she’d also want her to, plus it’ll make Marlene and Ro both mad which makes me lol]

Ali: [real missus at home, honestly, but that’s my thinking too, max drama, without intending it like soz gals, plus you’d get to say bonjour to this literal newborn so that’s another thing]

Carly: [like, the only way I can see Ali not staying is if Carly was hardcore like no thank you but she isn’t gonna do that or if her parents were awake and being all leave get out which doesn’t need to happen on this particular occasion either because we’ll have plenty of others to do that]

Ali: [exactly, if we were unwanted, obvs we wouldn’t insist but it’s just the kind of gals you both are, if people weren’t dicks to Carly and wanted to sleep over, of course]

Carly: [and k-stew can only be a little bit salty about it openly because the entire vibe was saving Carly from those lads and they’re literally all gypsies who live near or literally on the same site as her so they’d be no point taking her home after rescuing her if you were just gonna leave her at their mercy then]

Ali: [exactly, and we can’t all fit in this 2-bed caravan, squad, so, that’s on that; not saying y’all would break in her room lads but you’d be knocking and being annoying and she might go out in her state or her parents would have to get involved and lord knows they don’t defend their shaming daughter ever so, no, the way Ali would just instinctively know so much of this and we’re not about to spell it out to you so you’re not jealous we’re just like this is what we’re doing, bye babe]

Carly: [mhmm not soz Ali is her mother’s daughter and knows things, you have to get back for your mother anyways Marlene and you probably also have an early start with your job so you couldn’t stay here with a possibly crying newborn even if there was room, goodbye and god bless]

Ali: [literally, and we all know Ronan is not the only gypsy we have dated at this point, or the first time we’ve been to this site remotely, we’re not green on what some of y’all be like]

Carly: [the way she’s gonna work out who Carly’s baby daddy is so fast if she hasn’t already, good thing you don’t have to keep it a secret from her hun]

Ali: [the way you’d already be high up that suspect list lmao but we’re never pushy and would not be like oh yes, you should tell your child/involve him, only girls who don’t get it act as if that’s a blanket statement, like not if he’s an absolute menace who would deffo want nothing to do with anyway, karen]

Carly: [not only was it literally rape but he’s also a racist to non gypsies and I’m sure his massive family are delightful if he thinks that’s acceptable and wouldn’t at all harass her and make her life hell on this site until she and her parents were forced to leave, I think the fuck not, thank you]

Ali: [could literally set your van on fire, it wouldn’t be worth it for anyone, Carly, the kid, no fucker; you know if he’d even pondered if it was his, which probably not, he’d be shocked you’d not aborted it because that’s what they think of non-traveller girls, they’re easy and godless so they deserve no respect, ugh]

Carly: [exactly, there’s a reason I’m saying she gets treated like this, not just talking out my arse for the sake of a sob story]

Ali: [mhmm, and we would keep our mouth closed because clearly this dude is bad news even if we don’t know the extent like he wouldn’t have been any nicer to you once he was done getting what he wanted]

Carly: [she’s no snitch, never has been, never would be, we’ll have to decide how much we want Ronan to know and how he’ll react if y’all are all dating but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it]

Ali: [yes we’ll need to work out a general idea of who he is and his story if we do, ‘cos you’re very 2D atm because it’s all you needed to be so]

Carly: [that’ll be fun though, but for now, you gals probably just bond with drunk/high oversharing of all sorts of stuff so you know her better than you do your gf after a few hours of properly talking to and knowing her til you both pass out for the night]

Ali: [it’s the vibe, likewise is us getting up and feeding this baby in the AM ‘cos we had a baby brother when we were 9 and then family trauma happened so you would’ve all had to chip in hardcore, plus, obvs, we love kids anyway but we’re not even doing it for points here is the point it’s just natural to let you have a lie-in here]

Carly: [+ Ali would not be as trashed as Carly anyways cos she got there later and wasn’t there as long as she would’ve been if her gf had chill and obvs Carly hasn’t been out or wasted in months so her tolerance would be way down from whatever it usually is, I’m cringing at how hardcore Carly’s mum would be trying to be Ali’s mate when she wakes up cos that’s who she is]

Ali: [^^ exactement to all this; thank God Ali is a personable hoe and makes friends with literal oldies like antique cat lady and Caleb’s too good for him grandpa so we wouldn’t be phased, despite how cringe you actually are hen, just like hey babes]

Carly: [thank god Carly is used to how her mum is cos she’s blatantly gonna wake up to a panic attack as is because that’s the vibe in this era and how she didn’t realise she was having morning sickness when she was, soz you gotta style that out gal to not get to 3rd base with Ali right away, need to save that dramatic reveal for another day, disguise it as a hangover/come down]

Ali: [very real, at least we can do the cute breakfast moment we’ve done before for y’all and be like oh let’s take him for a walk to the shop to get this feast and hangover cures and can eat it outside somewhere nice because summer, ‘scuse you Carly’s mum but we don’t need you joining]

Carly: [love that cute vibe for you, absolutely not invited mrs walsh, goodbye and good day, Ali can meet some of the cats that are out and about literally everywhere as they leave too, as we’ve also done before]

Ali: [one should for sure follow you to the shop like our little friend who used to come see us, just coming for the adventure, we won’t let you get run over, babe]

Carly: [I adore that, it should lowkey always follow them from then on and essentially be their first cat they adopt, I know Ali already has Blue and no disrespect to you my love, but Carly do need all the friends rn]

Ali: [1000% percent baby, just loving on this cat and letting it see the baby but gently because he’s so tiny and new, also getting you and the other cats something good from the shop so yous can join in the meal]

Carly: [it’s gotta be done, full offense k-stew we know you’re being ignored on this day]

Ali: [so fully, Ali would lowkey be a terrible texter ‘cos she’s always doing something, only person she wouldn’t be to being Ro because the traumabond]

Carly: [we see you with your high iq and adhd like your daughter, it’s okay gal]

Ali: [worrying your own mother sick with the way you just forget to check in and then are very unapologetic because you’re a teen for one but you’re also like lol I’m having a picnic calm it because you don’t have that side of your mother’s personality AT ALL ever]

Carly: [Ali and Rocky are the chill side of this fam and they get it from their father, sweetie, Tommy too sometimes but he do also have that angsty side so]

Ali: [mhmm, I think we’ve done a good job making them all a decent mix of]

Carly: [We could debate til the cows come home over whether Joe and Ray could’ve turned it around in different circumstances but this is neither the time or the place lol, the point is yeah I think we did good]

Ali: [something definitely went awry there, we cannot pretend lmao but no, we’re not talking about yous when we’re just getting to know each other so deeply in the way only yous can, having a marvellous time and ignoring our gfs increasing texts]

Carly: [Carly likewise ignoring her mother’s cos you’re not part of the squad miss ma’am and any shit people, Laoise defs being one, are talking about her being out last night cos fuck the haters]

Ali: [ugh, that bitch, not got a nice word to say ever lmao, hush ya gums, we’re unphased and vibing]

Carly: [can probably leave it there til we’re ready to pick y’all back up again cos we know what the vibes are]

Ali: [agreed girl]

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shotorozu · 3 years

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you like their hands

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (1/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]

note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳

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todoroki shouto

i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands

but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”

so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.

his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just really red

moving on..

you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when

he didn’t really get it at first??

yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet

shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it

and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.

speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.

so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him

then he just suddenly reached for your hand

seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”

then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help

scenario

“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.

you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.

that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them

“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.

he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.

his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.

but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities

he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware

your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz

after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training

to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes

a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.

is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.

bakugou katsuki

SCREAMs

bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.

he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes

his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.

bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you

he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?

you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged

so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed

scenario

“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff

“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you

“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.

“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”

“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”

“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”

you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”

you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.

bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.

“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.

well.. not really?

he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.

when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.

bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,

and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.

a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh

but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all

but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T

midoriya izuku

less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??

of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about

but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well

he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit

he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies

but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream

compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.

but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.

you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized

but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.

and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions

but he gets real pouty when you pull away

scenario

“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room

“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.

“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.

“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”

izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted

“but why won’t you hold my hand?”

“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”

you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.

on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.

but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public

but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved

when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack

after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts

a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips

overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.

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omg-imatotalmess · 3 years

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Better Than Your Pillow

Hey guys! There was an anon that asked for a little more sub!neville as a cure for their blues, and I couldn’t resist. Sub!neville is chicken soup for the soul. Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Requested: Ye

Anonymous Requested: i need more sub neville. i’m so sad

Warnings: Pillow humping, mild voyeurism, fingering, dirty talk, mild praise kink, sub!neville, dom!reader, swearing

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If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn’t have believed it. Neville. Your sweet, shy, ever awkward Neville curled over his pillow, humping it with the desperation of a dog in heat. All while spilling the filthiest fantasies into the open air. Every one of them revolving around you. In your shock, all you could do was take it in. And you couldn’t say you minded. He was really putting on a good show.

“(Y/N)! Fuck, I’ll be your good boy!” he cried, fisting his sheets like they were the only things keeping him steady.

“I’ll be so good! Use me however you want. Please, I want you to!” he babbled. His hips shifted faster, maybe imagining your reply. You certainly knew what it would be.

You took a step further into the room, closing the door quietly so as not to disturb the scene in front of you. It was everything you’d ever hoped for—the amalgamation of every wet dream you’d ever had wrapped up in a pretty bow. Well, in an argyle sweater vest, actually. Leaning against the bedpost, you let his sheer want wash over you. It was heavy and searing but more perfect than you ever could have imagined. And from there, you could see his face. The way his mouth gaped open, chest heaving with every sound out of him and his eyes screwed shut against the onslaught of pleasure your phantom self was giving him. It made you wonder what he’d look like if he got the real thing. You couldn’t believe Neville hadn’t noticed you yet. Then again, he was too busy talking to hear your own labored breaths.

“Do anything you want to me! Please, I’m yours. Your little slut to play with! Tie me up and play with me until you’re satisfied!” he begged.

“If that’s what you want.” The words slipped out of your mouth completely unbidden.

“(Y/N)?!” he squeaked.

“You were late to our study session,” you said.

“I-I’m so sorry. Merlin, I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. Let me just p-put my trousers on an-and I’ll be there in a minute,” he rambled, scrambling into a sitting position with the pillow doing very little to conceal his flushed, dripping cock.

“Don’t stop on my account,” you said, a smile curling at the corner of your mouth, “It looked like you were just getting to the good bit.”

“Please don’t tease me,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Who’s teasing?” you asked, feeling a smile curling at the corner of your mouth.

“Why can’t the castle just swallow me whole and put me out of my misery?” he said miserably. It was like he hadn’t heard you.

“Who’s teasing, Nev? I’m interested,” you said.

“I-Interested?” he sputtered, head shooting up.

“Mm-hmm, I’d love to help you out. If you want me to, that is. If not, I’ll leave, and we’ll pretend this never happened,” you offered.

Blinking at you with big, slightly unsure eyes, Neville let his pillow slip off his lap. He wanted to. You could tell that much. The way his eyes trailed up and down your body was leaving you a little hot under the collar. Smiling, you waited for him to answer. It was his decision, and who were you to rush him? Taking in a shaky breath, he reached for you, pulling you gently onto the bed while trying not to look you in the eyes.

“Please?” he whispered.

“Please what?” you asked despite the knowing glint in your eye.

“Please, touch me,” he muttered shyly.

“Like this?” you asked, drawing patterns over his plush thigh with your fingertips, just barely brushing his cock each time. It jumped with each gentle attention.

“(Y/N),” he whined. You gave him a wolfish grin.

“I guess I did say I wasn’t teasing,” you said. “Undress me.”

“A-Are you sure?” Despite the question, he was already working the buttons of your shirt with shaking hands, popping them open one by one.

“Hurry up. I don’t like to be kept waiting,” you ordered.

“A-Alright. Anything you want,” he breathed, yanking your shirt the rest of the way open and pushing it off your shoulders before making quick work of your pants. Each item was laid carefully beside the bed as soon as it left you. Before long, you were bare in front of him as his eyes roamed your body. It was like you’d showed him Eden. He couldn’t figure out where to look first. You smiled, pulling him toward you by his sweater vest. God, you were glad he’d kept it on.

“Good boy,” you purred, “Now, I want you to finger me open until I’m nice and ready to take that pretty cock of yours.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, reaching blindly for the bottle of lube he’d tossed on the edge of the bed when he started.

Slicking up his fingers, he stroked over you a few times just to excite you a little more. Also likely just to touch you like that. You let him. Bringing your hands to your own chest, you pinched and tugged at your nipples lightly. Partly to add to the sensation of Neville’s fingers stroking your sex and partly to put on a show. He watched your fingers dancing over your chest for a moment before bringing his eyes to yours.

“Can I-Can I suck them?”

“Kiss me first,” you said. As his lips touched your own, he pressed a finger into you gently. Groaning, you arched your back and bit down on his lip. When he let out a thin whine, you laved your tongue over the spot. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, his finger moving in you, kissing you as though the world was burning down around you. Then you pulled back. Dragging in a deep breath, you fisted his hair.

“Go on. Use your mouth.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Licking and sucking at your nipples as he added fingers. His tongue flickered over one hardened bud, pressing his fingers into you all the more eagerly. For a while, you simply lost yourself to the sensation.

“(Y/N),” he whined, grinding his dripping cock against your leg.

“Be a good little slut and beg for it,” you said.

“Please, please, I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be such a good boy for you. I will. So good. Please, (Y/N), let me put it in. Can I put it in?” he plead, practically humping your leg like he’d been humping his pillow earlier.

“You really want it?” you teased.

“Yes! So much! I’ll be such a good boy,” he promised.

“Fuck me.” Your voice was low and sharp—an order. One that he couldn’t have resisted even if he wanted to. He pressed into you slowly, watching you to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Each inch was a little more heaven than the last. Growling, you tugged his hair and bucked your hips down impatiently.

“I-I’m trying to be gentle,” he whimpered, shaking in your grip.

“Who the fuck asked for gentle?” you snarled, yanking his hair savagely. “I said fuck me, Neville!”

“Ooooooh!” A long howl burst from his mouth as he thrust into you recklessly, which you silenced with your mouth. Swallowing down his pathetic, little sounds of please and trading them for yours. His hips pounded against yours, encouraged by your heels digging into the small of his back. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was chasing his pleasure or yours. You didn't care. It was all the same.

“Fuck, there! Good boy, right there!” you groaned.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you...” his thanks became a chant into the crook of your neck. He only interrupted it to sink his teeth into it every now and then.

“Harder!” Obedient as you expected, he fucked into you hard enough to scoot the two of you up the bed. The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall was just background noise to you. Neville’s drawn-out, sobbing moans were far more interesting.

“Close,” he breathed.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do,” you hissed in his ear.

“Please, please, (Y/N). So close,” he begged. His hips had completely lost any semblance of rhythm. They just pistoned away unevenly, somehow managing to hit exactly where you wanted it most.

“C’mon, a little more. Almost...!” Your words trailed off into a long, high moan as your orgasm washed over you. For a moment, the world whited out. All you could feel was Neville driving himself into you like a man unhinged and wave after wave of pleasure. When you finally came back to earth, Neville was hammering into you, sobbing incoherent pleas into your shoulder.

“Can I cum? Please?” he sobbed.

“Cum for me,” you said. And he was gone. His teeth sunk into your shoulder, but it did nothing to stifle his shout of pleasure. You could feel his hands leaving bruises on your hips, but you didn’t mind. Not as he shook on top of you, pumping his cock in you a few final times before collapsing on top of you. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his sweaty hair.

“Better than you pillow?” you giggled after a moment of catching your breath.

“I’m never going to live this down,” he muttered, keeping his face buried in your neck.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never cum so hard in my life,” you said. Pulling back, he looked down at you with a good measure of surprise on his face.

“R-Really? I was good?” he stuttered in disbelief.

“So fucking good. Jesus Christ, Nev, I almost blacked out,” you said. He made a pinched-off sound, dipping his face out of your eyesight. After another moment of silence, he spoke up.

“Thank you,” he said.

“No problem. If you ever wanna do that again, come find me,” you said, carding your fingers gently through his hair.

“Can I take you on a d-date first?” he asked shyly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that, but how about a nap first,” you said. Nodding, he curled up against your side and dropped off almost immediately. You, however, laid awake for a bit. That was so much better than studying. And definitely better than his pillow.

#neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x reader smut #neville longbottom smut #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader imagine #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom oneshot #neville smut #neville x reader #neville x reader smut #harry potter #harry potter imagine #hp #dom!reader #sub!nevile

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emile-hides · 3 years

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H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

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workofheart · 3 years

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jean kirstein relationship hcs

sorry for the inactivity lately y’all school is whooping my ass </3 in the mean time, have some modern jean relationship hcs bc i miss him

protective boyfriend #1 ♡ ♡ ♡ will not hesitate to yell at ppl if they’re mean or rude to you, he doesn’t want anyone coming near you like that. thinks his partner deserves the absolute best and will not tolerate people disrespecting you or even thinking of disrespecting you. he will defend you til the day he dies, even if it embarrasses you

asks the waiter for a new dinner when yours is undercooked and you’re too nervous to say something. if you’re a person w social anxiety or just don’t feel like doing something, he would do things for you no problem, whether its fetching you something, paying for you, ordering for you, etc. he’s not gonna tease you or make fun of you, he’s just happy to help

he’s a sappy drunk :’) when he’s hammered, he gets all clingy and drags you onto the couch to cuddle w you/hangs off of you while you walk home and tells you all about how he feels about you and how he wants to spend his life with you and have dogs and a cute home forever. has the cutest little giggle while literally pouring out his feelings for you

and if you bring it up in the morning, you KNOW he’s gonna get so shy and red like “oh... i said that? haha...”

his biggest dream is just domesticity with you - like i mentioned, living somewhere beautiful in a nice house with a beautiful family or just you and him :( he really cherishes you and just dreams about spending his life with you. his “happy place” is very likely just the two of you sitting in a field by a river on a sunny day, maybe with some sandwiches and sparkling water, with all the time in the world watching ducks swim by

i imagine that you were previously friends before starting to date, but he’d been seriously pining for you since the beginning, just never wanted to make you uncomfortable and was too scared to say anything. he’d go home after hanging out w you and just sigh (probably yell into his pillow in frustration too but shh) bc he just felt like if it wasn’t you, then who else?

meanwhile you’re being so obvious that you like him back but he keeps reasoning that you’re just being nice and wouldn’t actually want him like that

was ready to settle for friendship and just lock away his feelings when you just pulled him aside and confessed directly. he was a strangely confused yet happy daze for the following weeks

is a sucker for romance movies - likes imagining him and you in those scenarios, romanticizes your own relationship shamelessly. i feel like he’d enjoy 500 days of summer and... wait for it... clueless. I KNOW. it’s his guilty pleasure. also consider: he bawled his eyes out at the end of la la land.

loves beach dates! loves the beach, loves the boardwalk, loves everything about that summer atmosphere. waits in line to get you funnel cake and then you sit and eat, people watching and making up stories for everyone that passes by and just laughing while you enjoy the fresh summer air. in the arcades, totally the type to win himself a cute plushie but when ur like “omg!! is that for me?” he goes oh yeah haha.. but don’t think he doesn’t notice when you’ve been eyeing up a specific toy at the ring toss stand. he will not hesitate to play game after game until he gets it for you.

lover of back hugs. he is so generous, literally towers over you no matter ur height, just wraps his arms around u and holds u <3 it makes you feel so safe and loved and that’s all he wants for you

carries you wherever possible. up the stairs, down the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room and back. he always boasts about how easy it is to pick you up bc he’s strong and it boosts his confidence lol

constantly tells you how pretty he thinks you are. jean always thinks you look beautiful so he always compliments your outfits and your hair and your makeup, leans into ur ear to whisper it to u and make u giggle even when it’s just the two of you at home

on that note: always gets caught staring at you and he blushes so easily when you call him out for it. can’t stop looking at you over the top of his newspaper when you’re having breakfast in the morning, can’t stop looking at you while you’re making dinner for him, can’t stop looking at you while you work or study

for valentines/your birthday/holidays he always makes you cute handmade cards out of colored construction paper. he finds a new design every single time and spends so long on it, and finishes by writing out how he feels on the inside. can u just imagine him sitting at his desk, tongue poking out of his mouth with a glue stick in hand as he lays down different colored paper hearts :(

teases you nonstop. always poking fun at you, probably make jokes about how “irresistible” he is and how you can’t keep away lol, thinks you look adorable when you’re flustered

u give him haircuts when it’s getting long, he sits on a stool in ur bathroom and u just give him a trim every once in a while. trusts you not to fuck it up (not that you ever would) and it always comes out so nice and it makes his heart swell just to have you there to do such intimate, sort of domestic things for him.

pet names! i know so many people have talked about this but it’s just so true. has tried everything in the book to see what you like, watches carefully to see how you respond so he knows, occasionally calls you something silly like “pookie” just to get a reaction out of you

needs verbal communication. jean always has so much on his plate and has a lot of insecurities, so he really needs that reassurance that you need him and love him every day until he can accept it for himself

favorite position to sleep in is him on his back with your head on that area between his neck and shoulder, holds you really close during the night. loves loves loves when you nestle into him and cling to him for warmth when you’re asleep. has trouble sleeping if you aren’t there

dotes on you so much seriously he is so sweet and caring, just so whipped for you. he is literally so weak and always gives into you just bc it makes you happy. you want to drive out for mcdonald’s at two in the morning for an apple pie and a shake? he’s getting his keys rn

nsfw below the cut (18+)

i think mostly everyone is in agreement that jean is a total pleasure dom - he spends all night getting you to cum again and again, always asking if you can give him one more

as mentioned earlier, teases. avoids giving you what you want at first, makes you use your words, and when when you do get it, you’re getting it. aka, overstim galore. he’s not stopping until you’re spent

so much dirty talk, asks so many questions to get you to talk. “louder for me, princess” type of guy. wants to reduce you to babbling with how good he makes you feel - the sounds you make get him so incredibly hard

he is also vocal bc he knows you like it. groans his name into your ear just to feel you clench, then laughs.

never forgets to mark you up, leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest and thighs. loves to look at them later on when you’re changing, and especially loves your reaction to seeing them for yourself

size kink!! this man is almost 6’3 so chances are he’s gonna be bigger than you regardless. likes being close to you, likes being in positions where he can see you, probably has an arm slung around your waist or back whenever the position allows for it so he can hold you close

pins your arms down, holds your hips to the bed so you just have to sink into the mattress and take it

every time he aims to fuck your brains out and make sure the only thing you’re thinking about is him and how good he makes you feel

his fingers are fucking magical, dear lord, he gets you so worked up and knows just how to touch you to make you squirm, loves seeing you go hazy and unravel on his fingers. his fingers are so long and gentle and stretch you out so nice + he knows exactly what to do, where to touch you, when to change his motions to get you there in minutes

needs to be kissing you when he makes you cum. swallows your moans, adores how you struggle to kiss him back with the pleasure he’s giving you

mirror sex is top tier for him, probably has one of those siding door closets w mirrors next to his bed so he can make you look at yourself and watch just what he’s doing to you

eye contact, will 100% grab your jaw to make you look at him, loves seeing you stare up at him through glassy eyes

literal KING of aftercare. takes such good care of you, gets you anything and everything you need, cleans up so well, gives you the world and more

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein fluff #jean kirstein fanfic #jean x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein hcs #jean kirstein headcanons #aot hcs #aot headcanons #aot x reader #aot fluff #jean kirstein smut

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thewritingginger · 3 years

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AoT Boys - Preferences

This is something... I have nothing else to say about it lol

Also it may be a bit all over the place idk

Fandom: Attack on Titan Characters: Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager & Jean Kirstein Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Fem! Bodied Reader, Mentions of sex, Swearing, lot of boob, ass, & thigh talk, also switches b/w saying s/o and you I'm a mess :)

Enjoy ~

Reiner

Reiner is a simple man that loves dem tiddies!

Big or little doesn't matter

Man has giant hands and if it fits it ships

“You fit so perfectly in my hands.”

Loves to lay on your chest - #LittleSpoonReiner

When he had a particularly rough day all he wants to do is nizzle into your chest and breathe in your scent

Likes to massage them over your clothes when y’all make out

Can’t keep his mouth off of them, licking and biting them as he also plays with your nipples

He may give them a few smacks here and there if that's the mood 😉

Honestly would so happy to just play with your chest and nothing else, especially if you really like it

Likes when his s/o rides him - not only cuz it gives them more control of the pacing but also bc he gets a full view of their breasts

If you want to make this man nearly combust send him a saucy pic while he’s out/at work and can’t get to you

Man is weak for some lacy lingerie - really likes pastels and white (to him if makes it almost feel naughtier cuz of how sweet it looks)

“I was thinking of wearing this to our date tonight, do you like it? 😇” - w/ a mirror pic of you in a matching lacy set, wearing one of his large button up shirts and make sure you put your hand on your cheek sweetly, pressing your breasts together

He would call you so fast!

“Sweetheart, I am at work! Please-”

“And change of plans, instead of going out Imma need you to be on that bed when I get home tonight because we will not be leaving that room till you’re completely fucked out.”

Really likes clothed sex - why would he just rip of that pretty lingerie you put on for him when he can continue to enjoy it on your beautiful body while he rails you?!

He just overall enjoys seeing and feeling your chest and bonus points for it also feeling good for you though he doesn’t really touch them w/o your permission/ when y’all are getting it on

However, in his sleep his hand can become a bit of a wanderer

So he is a perv but not so outwardly so

Really likes lacy or mesh shirts where can see your bra/bralette - though sometimes it can make him feel some type of way

“Beautiful, I always love what you wear but you gotta stop doing this to me, my heart can’t take it.”

Man just melts for you! ok?!

Armin

Armin is a Thigh Man! and I will die on this hill!!!

He loves to hold and squeeze them - in both sexual & non-sexual situations

Laying on them is prime time for him, he may even leave a few sleepy kisses behind before falling asleep on them

Also Thigh fucking is his jam!! And you can’t convince me otherwise

Not only does he love the feeling of your thighs jerking him off but also it’s about that teasing he loves to give his s/o

May even taunt them about it

“You like feeling my cock slide between your thighs?”

“My Angel wishes they had my cock inside them, huh.”

He also just generally loves kissing, licking and biting your thighs, he likes to take his time especially when he is about to go down on you

He likes to have his hand on his s/o’s thigh while sitting next to them, whether at home or out for lunch with friends - not necessarily in a sexual way well… unless you want him to 😉

Want to make him excited? Wear some thigh high stockings

If you are wearing a skirt and at some point in the day you lift the hem to show the garter strap holding up your stocking he’ll let out a little low hum of approval and needs to get his hands on you soon

That also goes for if you want to send him a little pic in the day to show you miss him just a little

“Thinking of you bb 🥰” - w/ a picture of your skirt raised or just in a pair of cute panties while sat on your knees with your thighs pressed together would do the trick

He would blush a little at the initial shock -especially if around others- but would be quick to excuse himself before responding

“You’re so beautiful, when I get home I’m gonna spread those pretty thighs open and have you screaming for me.”

Boy really likes not only shear tights but also fishnets

Whether you wear them under a skirt/dress or under distressed jeans and it peeks through holes and over the top he’s in for it

Has 10000% had sex with a pair of fishnets on - the ones with the extra large holes that he can fit his dick through - yes ma’am

Also just plain old ripping them open so make sure you don’t spend a lot of money of your tights cuz they might not last too long oop

Eren

Also a Boobie Man!

Whether he is just chillin on the couch watching t.v. with his s/o or making out and getting down to business, his hand somehow always finds its way to a boob

He will just put his arm around your shoulder and snake his hand down the collar of your shirt and just cup it - maybe will begin to give a few squeezes here and there mf treating it like a stress ball smh

Will motor boat you - he doesn’t care if there isn't much to your chest either cuz he will go for it anyway

If he is having sex in missionary best believe both his palms would be kneaded his s/o’s breasts

Or if from behind he will lean over and wrap his arm around their front to hold them

But lets need not forget the tiddie bounce when his s/o rides him

So many choices baby boy doesn’t know which one he likes best 🤔

Loves some tiddie-fucking

And cumming on dem boobies as well

“You look so good with my cum drippin down your tits.”

This bitch will be at work and ask for nudes smh

Of course he wants boobie pics - loves when you are topless and holding your breasts with your hands or simply just your cleavage down your shirt

“You’re always so good to me Babygirl. I’ll see you when I get home 😉”

Likes when you wear revealing tops

Of course he’ll about throw hands if someone's gaze stays a bit too long but he is proud of his baby and knows they are beautiful

Eren, unlike Reiner, is more outwardly pervy

Always encourages you not to wear a bra

“Your nipples are so cute, why wouldn’t you want to show them.”

Also you know he aint afraid to stare and when you catch him he’ll just give you a wink and a cocky smirk

Jean

Bonafide Booty Man!

Like Reiner, the size doesn’t matter!

Big or little - if he can grab he can vibe with it

This boy always has his hand on the butt any chance he gets

Cuddle Time? His hand will rubb and hold the booty

When y’all are making out? You best believe he’ll pull you real close and squeeze your ass

So safe to say that taking his s/o from behind is great booty access

Also reverse Cowgirl is a nice view as well

“Fuck, I love seeing your ass bounce on my cock.”

Loves to squeeze, jiggle and spank your butt

Also kissing and biting the cheeks are a yes in his book

Likes to bend over his s/o and go down on them from behind, having is tongue covered in their taste as his hands grope and smack their ass - sign him up

Likes days in at home with you, especially if you opt out of wearing pants - Pants are always optional in his household 😉

If he sees cheeks he’s a happy man

Expect to get little booty love taps &/or pinches while around him - mostly when it’s just you two at home

If you want to fluster him a bit give his ass a little smack/squeeze of your own

Likes when you send him pics but when he’s at work? He’ll have to breathe for a minute and leave the room if others are around

“Baby, should I get these?” - w/ a pic in a dressing room wearing a silky “pajama” short set that leaves little to the imagination; booty on full display of course

“Yes! 😍😍😍”

“My sweet girl, I want to see you in that when I get home.”

Big fan of leggings and high waisted pants on his s/o - all about extenuating that booty

Just tight pants in general tbh

If you ever come out in a little number and the booty is poppin he’ll grab your hand and make you do a little spin for him to get a full 360 view

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Better Kisser Part 2 || James Potter and Lily Evans

Request: “istg i need a fic or a blurb or something about being in a poly relationship with lily and james...after reading Better Kisser it’s all i can think about 😭” -anon

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“hiii !! first of all, i love your writings they’re so amazing honestly !! could you maybe write something with hot lily from “better kisser” ? i’d love it if it was both sensual and fluff :) thanks so much if you ever do something like that! hope you have a nice day/night!“ -anon

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“QUINN HEAR ME OUT

imagine a part two to better kisser but like smutty bc Lily starts bragging about how she thinks she’s better at other things since she’s the better kisser so they make it a competition over who can like... get the reader off fastest... and then it’s like a competition to see who can get her off the most...

good ideas here right...? N E ways love u bestie <3″ -anon

Word Count: 4,752

Notes:I got three separate requests for this so obviously y’all wanted it and I want to write it. This is smut! I could also do headcanons on Jily x reader and even if you guys don’t request it I’ll probably still write them because it sounds like fun.

Warnings: poly sex, jily x reader, dom!James, dom!Lily, sub!reader, LIly’s a sex god, prove me wrong, they’re both cocky as fuck

Part 1

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Lily Evans was the stars, she was mesmerizing and mysterious. Just as they decorated the night sky, accentuating the darkness through their beauty she too brought out the best in those around her without dulling any of her own shine. She was sly smiles and gentle touches, slender pale fingers and long, swishing red hair. She was wondrous and beautiful, complex and absolutely gorgeous. Lily Evans, she was the stars.

James Potter was the sun, he was bright and glowing and impossible to ignore. James was messy black hair, and goofy grins, strong hands and bear hugs. He attracted all of those around him, sucking them into his gravitational field, giving them purpose, warming their souls. A centering person when the rest of their lives were crazy and unpredictable and scary. James Potter, he was the sun.

Where Lily was understated and controlled with her witty remarks and sharp quips James was loud and boisterous, trying to get the biggest reaction out of people. Where Lily was calm James was chaotic. Where she was focused on her end goal he was everywhere, practically bouncing off the walls.

Together they were perfect.

And somehow they were yours.

One thing was for certain, Sirius Black was an upright prick, and you owed him, bigtime. If it weren’t for Sirius Black you would’ve never kissed Lily Evans on a dare. You would’ve never kissed James to satisfy his curiosities. You wouldn’t have spent weeks exchanging tense glances with the two, holding your breath whenever one of them so much as sat down one seat away from you in the Great Hall. Lily would’ve never found you, hiding away in the common room in the wee hours of the morning, pouring over your Transfiguration notes preparing for your test the following morning, or rather later in the day. She never would’ve brushed the hair out of your face with her elegant fingers, nails painted in a berry shade, complimenting her pale skin. She never would’ve told you that you really needed to go to bed, she never would’ve leaned down, meshing her lips with yours, allowing you to answer that question that had plagued you after you kissed Lily.

What did her lips taste like when she wasn’t drunk?

The answer?

Well at that moment, morning breath. Which brought a new question to the forefront of your mind, what did she taste like when she hadn’t just woken up in the middle of the night?

It didn’t take long for you to find out the answer. She’d brought you up to bed, her hand clasped with yours, telling you that she and James wanted to talk to you in the morning resulting in you tossing and turning all night in anticipation of the conversation that would take place the next day.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you never would’ve had that conversation with James and Lily by the Black Lake. You never would’ve even had the opportunity to accept their offer not to join their relationship but to start a new one, with all three of you. You never would have never learned what Lily tasted like, it was maple syrup and cherries by the way.

If it weren’t for Sirius Black you wouldn’t be sitting in your dorm room with the two of them, skimming over notes for your potions midterm. Well you and Lily were looking over your extensive notes, James on the other hand was sitting behind you, pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

You hissed as he dragged his teeth over a bruised spot on your neck, sending ripples of both pain and pleasure through your body, leaving your fingertips tingling, dying to get themselves on his skin.

“Aw, baby,” He cooed in your ear as he registered your reaction, it’s not as though he could’ve missed it, not with your back pressed flush against his chest, “You a little sensitive there?”

“Come on Jamie,” You giggle trying to hide your neck from him, pressing your ear to your shoulder, “You already know I am.”

James slipped his rough, strong fingers under your jaw, using them to lift your head back up, away from your shoulder, “Don’t hide from me darling, wanna see the marks I left on you.” He returned his lips to the same spot on your neck, lapping slightly at the purple mark with his tongue.

Lily snorted from where she laid on her stomach a couple inches away from you on the same bed that had been transfigured to accommodate all three of you.

“What’s so funny Lils?” James inquired, peeking up from the delicate skin covering your thrumming pulse.

“Nothing,” She sang, twirling her pen in between her fingers, her feet hanging lazily in the air, “I just think it's funny you think you left that mark on her.”

“Well I did,” James said plainly, obviously not amused by Lily’s comment, “Didn’t I poppet?” He asked, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear.

You ducked your head, trying to hide your wide eyes and heated cheeks from the two of them.

“It’s okay (Y/N),” Lily cooed, setting her quill down in her book, marking her page as she closed the book, dropping it onto the floor, “You can tell him it was me who left that, his ego can take it.” She held eye contact with you for a minute, managing to keep a straight face before a smile broke out across her lips, chuckles erupting from the soft cushions of her lips, lathered in a light pink gloss, “Okay, it probably can’t but that shouldn’t stop you baby, Jamie needs to remember that he’s not the only one who can make you feel good.”

“I know I’m not Flower, but I left this one, I can tell, it's one of the darker ones.” And he was right, the entire left side of your neck was littered in bruises and bites, some lighter than others, some darker, but none as dark as the one he was currently tracing with his index finger.

“Nope,” Lily countered, popping her p before pushing herself up off of her shins in order to settle between your open legs, “I distinctly remember, I had her pressed up against the wall before you got back from Quidditch practice, she moaned so pretty for me, prettier than she ever has for you.” She grinned victoriously, turning her gaze back to you, and only you, “It’s like he cares more about that fucking snitch than he does us.”

“That’s bullshit love and you know it,” He murmured in your ear pressing a kiss against the corner of your mouth before dragging his lips, considerably less rough than they were before you started dating him as you’d made it your mission to apply lip balm to his lips every time you saw him, across the side of your face back to your ear, “She’s just trying to turn you against me, she’s so mean isn’t she.”

They loved doing this. Making you choose between the two of them, or trying to anyway. The power struggle between the two of them was hot as fuck.

Before you could so much as open your mouth Lily was responding for you, “I’m not mean doll,” She crooned, not looking at you but rather focusing on the dark haired boy whose nimble fingers were expertly pulling at the hem of your shirt, slowly but steadily rolling up the material until it covered just was much as your bra, “Jamie just needs to remember who the better kisser here is, who makes you feel the best.”

Ignoring her jab James murmured a quick, “Want this off,” In your ear before pulling the shirt over your head and arms, tossing it off the bed and onto the floor paying it no mind as soon as the material slipped from his fingers.

Desperate to prove his worth, to prove his dominance James’ hands ran up and down your thighs, inching your skirt up them, “You’re not the better kisser here Flower, you’re not the best anything. Our baby here loves me the most.”

“She told us James,” Lily sighed, clearly exasperated with your boyfriend, “After she kissed you for the first time she told us. I’m the better kisser, just accept it. She likes me the most don’t you (Y/N/N)?”

“Jamie you make me feel so good,” You began, hoping to soften the blow, “But Lily’s tongue is magic, feels so good in my mouth, in my-my…”

“It’s okay pretty girl,” She simpered, “You can say it, where does my mouth feel good?”

“My pussy,” You forced out, willing yourself not to stutter.

“That’s right my pretty little kitten,” She grinned, tilting your chin up with her index finger so that you were staring into her swirling emerald irises, darkened with obvious desire. “I make your pussy feel so good, better than Jamie.”

“Off.” James demanded, not taking kindly to Lily’s teasing, as he aggressively undid the clasp on your bra, the snide remarks obviously doing no damage to his ego as he pulled the straps from your arms. Taking no care with the expensive, luxurious garment that he himself had bought for you he flung the clothing over his shoulder. Clearly not caring about the money he’d spent on it as the silky material crumpled next to the bed.

“Not just my tongue that makes you feel better isn’t that right my darling?” Lily smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on her button up, “S’my fingers too, stretching you out on my fingers, they can reach so much further in you than his can.”

“Pfft,” James shook his head, one hand settling on your waist, gripping with a frankly frightening strength, no doubt melding dark purple bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your soft skin.

“Gimme your hand Flower, let me show our baby that you’re wrong” James demanded as the hand not on your waist extended towards the redhead. When she dropped her hand in his he immediately lined them up, palm against palm, fingers against fingers, and much to James’ chagrin his hands were only barely larger than hers. His palm was much larger than hers leaving his fingers slightly shorter than his girlfriend’s.

Feeling benevolent, you grabbed his hand before it dropped down to his thigh in defeat, pressing your hands together as he had pressed his to Lily’s. Yours were considerably smaller than his, and therefore her’s too, your palm nearly half the size as his, your fingers dwarfed by his.

“See Jamie, your hands are bigger than mine.” You comforted, mesmerized by the contrast, “Your fingers make me feel so much better than mine ever could. They don’t even come close.”

“But that’s besides the point right poppet?” Lily questioned, grasping your jaw in her graceful hand, you noticed her ivory dress shirt now hung open, revealing her red lace clad breasts as she once again tilting your head up to look her in the eyes, “Because you’re not allowed to touch yourself, not without my permission.”

“Or mine,” James piped up.

Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend Lily released her grip on your jaw, “Keep your eyes on me darling, be my good girl.”

“You even like my strap more than you like James’ cock, stretches you out so much better than he ever could. Not to mention we don’t have to wait for his little blue pill to work do we?”

Being a muggle born you understood her joke but James was utterly bewildered by your shared laughter.

“You’re not laughing at me are you, you little slut?” James spat, his voice hard and unwavering as he turned your face with a single finger so that your neck was craned to look at him.

“N-no,” You shook your head pathetically, your eyes flashing downwards not being able to meet him.

“Open,” He commanded, tapping your bottom lip and you instantly obeyed, not daring to disobey him. You were rewarded for your obedience by the male spitting into your mouth, the taste of his saliva bleeding along the expanse of your tongue.

“What do we say to Jamsie, pretty girl?” Lily raised an expectant eyebrow.

“Thank you.”

“Good girl,” James muttered, watching as you swallowed the gift he’d given you, “Thought you’d forgotten your manners for a second.”

“Not our good girl,” Lily grinned, somehow now only in her thong, “No, she’s such a good girl for us.”

“Guess she is,” James agreed, leaving a trail of kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Bet I can make our baby cum first James,” Lily boasted, beginning to work on the zipper of your skirt, expertly pulling it off of your legs, “Being the better kisser and all.”

“Don’t get cocky Evans,” James tutted, pulling his shirt over his head as he had yours, “You know I love your strap baby but it just can’t compare to my cock. Mine’s real.”

Clearly unimpressed by his comment Lily pressed her lips to yours, maneuvering you so that you too were on your knees, giving James time to strip down to the same level of clothing as the two of you.

Smiling into the kiss she put but a millimeter of distance between the two of you to catch her breath, “You taste so good kitten.”

“You’re the one who tastes good Lily.”

“So nice to me, don’t deserve you,” She planted a kiss to the hollow of your throat, “Let me make you feel good baby.”

Not complaining, you let Lily lie you back on the bed where James was no longer standing, instead now standing behind Lily, letting his hands settle on her hips.

Once you were lying down she hooked her hands under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as James helped her off the mattress, helping her plant her feet on the floor. It was things like this, the subtle loving gestures and actions even when they were practically at each other’s throats, that reminded you of how much they loved each other. Of how much they loved you.

“Look at these,” Lily lilted, her finger hooking under the silky material of your panties, “So pretty aren’t they J?”

“Very,” He whispered in her ear only loud enough for you to barely hear him, “Like her in red.”

Lily hummed in affirmation, tapping your hip as a non verbal clue to lift your hips so she could pull them off of you.

She didn’t waste a single second before kneeling down before you so that her face was level as your glistening pussy, already so wet from them just talking about pleasuring you.

After running a single finger through your folds Lily brought her finger to her lips, a hum leaving her lips. “You taste good down here too (Y/N), you have such a pretty pussy.”

“Thank you,” You murmured, attempting not to whine and be their good girl even though you desperately wanted them to touch you.

Without any warning Lily inserted two slender fingers into your cunt causing you to gasp at the sensation. “Lily,” You whimpered, trying not to buck your hips towards her hand, not wanting to let on quite yet how desperate you really were.

“See J?” You could hear the smirk on her lips as she slowly moved her fingers in and out of you, paying you no other mind, instead directing her attention to her boyfriend who still stood behind her, his hands now on her bare shoulders. “She’s really not all that hard to please when you actually know what you’re doing. Had my fingers in her two seconds and she’s already so needy for me.”

“Shut up Lils,” James growled, “Stop talking like I don’t know how to get her off, she’s my baby too, I know exactly how to get her desperate.” In his efforts to prove his point he moved onto the bed, taking one of your nipples into his mouth resulting in a whine to tumble from your lips as he raked his teeth over the sensitive bud.

As his mouth sucked on one his hand moved to the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers before pinching harshly making you gasp in pleasure.

Lily allowed James to have his moment before taking your clit between her lips and sucking. If you gasped for James you absolutely screamed for Lily, thank Merlin for silencing charms because otherwise someone would’ve probably thought you were being tortured. Once she had your sensitive bundle of nerves in her mouth she began humming, making wave after wave of intense ecstasy roll through your core and up your spine, leaving your nerve endings frayed and responsive to every single touch.

You could feel everything, the soft material of the duvet beneath your back, James’ tongue circling your nipple, one hand caressing your heated cheek while the other traced shapes down your stomach. You could feel Lily’s fingers continuing their assault on your cunt, reaching so deep inside of you that they almost touched your g-spot, but not quite, as your clit was set aflame by her mouth.

“You’re not even trying,” Lily snarked, coming up for a breather from in between your legs, “You really think you’re gonna get her to cum from playing with her nipples? I never realized you were that daft Jamsie.”

“If you’d give me a turn,” He began before Lily cut him off.

“Doesn’t look like she wants me to stop does it?” She nodded in your direction where you were writhing on the bed merely from her fingers. “Do you want me to stop, baby?”

“No,” You begged, “Please don’t stop, please! Need your fingers in me, make me feel so good.”

Grinning triumphantly Lily returned her mouth to your pulsing cunt, sucking with a new found vigor that had your back careening off of the mattress, hips bucking towards her mouth.

“Hey,” James scolded, moving his arm to keep your hips firmly on the bed, “Don’t be a desperate slut, take it as she gives you it okay? Be good for us.”

Nodding feebly you willed your hips still but it was nearly impossible as Lily replaced her fingers with her tongue, moving her digits to pinch your clit. Feeling the pleasure bubble up in your stomach you focused on your girlfriend’s ministrations, lapping at your hole with her tongue sent you into a whole new level of pleasure.

“Feels so good! Lily, that feels so good, please don’t stop!”

You could feel her smiling into your opening as she sped up her movements, bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of climax. “Am I allowed to cum?” You asked desperately, the only thing keeping your hips where they were being James’ strong forearm, digging into your hip bones.

“No,” He growled, slapping at your tit bringing you even closer to something you were apparently not allowed to do.

“Come on James,” Lily said replacing her tongue with her fingers as she moved her head to talk to the dark haired boy, “You can’t just tell her she’s not allowed to cum because it’s not you who’s going to make her cum,” Turning her attention back to you she smiled, “Of course you’re allowed to cum baby, don’t listen to him. Are you close, m’love?”

“Uh huh,” You screwed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and only intensifying when Lily’s mouth returned to your clit, licking broad stripes up and down it.

“Baby look at me,” James’ deep voice commanded you, to which you promptly obeyed, “Wanna see you when you fall apart on her tongue, wanna see you cum baby, you’re so pretty when you cum.”

James’ words accompanied by a particularly harsh nip by Lily to your clit has you tipping over the edge, letting out a high pitched scream as pleasure took over your body, drowning you in the feeling of your lovers still working on your body, obviously not satisfied with leaving you with just one orgasm.

As you came to, your orgasm slowly seeped away from your cloudy mind, reentering you into your dorm room where you heard Lily’s melodic voice, “See James, told you I could make her cum first.”

“Didn’t even get a chance,” He grumbled from his place next you, brushing the hairs off of your forehead. “Wanna make you cum poppet, tell Lily to give me a turn.”

“L-lils,” You managed in your post orgasmic haze, “Want Jamsie, want his- want his…”

“Look at how good of a job I did on our baby,” The redhead boasted, “Just one in and already a blubbery little mess. How do you think she’s gonna be fairing when I have her on her fourth?”

“Only shooting for four Lils?” James raised a defined eyebrow, “I was thinking I could get at least five out of her myself.”

Your eyes widened, slightly in alarm, slightly in anticipation. “F-five?”

“Shh kitten, let us talk,” Lily chaisted lightly. “You really do think highly of yourself don’t you Potter?”

“I’ve done it before,” He countered.

“No, we’ve done it before, both of us. Neither of us have ever gotten her to five by ourselves.”

“Don’t think you can do it Flower?” As he rose from the bed and moved towards Lily you caught sight of his cock, already painfully hard, the tip a bright red and leaking with precum.

“S’not me I’m worried about, don’t wanna overwhelm our baby.”

“I can do it,” You piped in feebly, “I can take it, make me feel good please, wanna feel good.”

“See Lily? If she says she can take it, who are we to question her?”

“You sure poppet?” Lily asked you, her eyes on yours.

“Yes Lily, I’m sure.”

That was all James needed to nudge Lily out from between your legs, spitting on his fingers before rubbing them up against your pussy. “You need me to stretch you out darling?” His voice laced with absolute adoration as he took in your perspiring figure from this new angle.

You shook your head but James wasn’t satisfied, “Wanna hear your voice poppet, come on not too fucked out yet are you?”

“No, don’t need you to stretch me out, want your cock.”

He grinned, lining up the tip of his cock with your quivering entrance, “There’s my good girl.”

As he pushed into you you faintly questioned why you didn’t have him stretch you out beforehand, but once he was fully sheathed inside you all you could think about was the way his dick pressed perfectly against your g-spot.

You moaned out as he began thrusting into you, ruthless in his efforts to make you cum. He moved his hands to hold your hips at an angle where he could better reach deeper inside of you if that was even possible.

“So pretty baby girl,” His grin was wicked as he watched your cunt, reveling in the sight of his cock going in and out of your dripping pussy, “You look so pretty on my cock, you gonna make a mess f’me?”

“She’s not gonna cum yet you himbo,” Lily interjected, “You’ve been inside her what? Five seconds? You need her to cum soon? You close?”

Using Lily’s mocking as motivation he pistoned his hips in and out even more viciously, leaving you a bouncing mess on his cock as he pulled his prick almost all the way out, so that only the leaking red head was still inside of you before fully sheathing himself in you once more.

“Fuck!” You cried out as the tip of his member brushed against your cervix, “Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” James managed through gritted teeth, throwing your legs over his shoulders so that he wouldn’t have to hold them in his hands any longer, giving him the ability to grip your hips.

So lost in your pleasure you hadn’t registered where Lily was until she sat next to you on the bed, moving her fingers to massage your clit pulling a strangled gasp from your throat.

“L-Lily,” You stuttered out.

“Hey there baby,” She cooed, like she was talking to an actual child, “Jamie making you feel good.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes locked on hers.

“You close, kitten? You gonna cum soon?”

A whimper escaped your lips this time as you nodded once more.

“Let me see if I can help with that then, wanna see you cum again pretty girl.”

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress with a soft thud as Lily’s fingers started working magic on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

A slap against your clit, combined with the deep, hard thrusts of your boyfriend, reaching depths within you you could’ve only imagined before him sent you careening. Your climax washed over you in waves, each stronger than the last making you twitch and spasm on the bed.

You hadn’t even registered that you’d squirted, not until Lily’s delicate hands were rubbing your release up and down your thighs, “Well would you look at that?” James grinned, “I didn’t see you make her squirt Lils.”

“Oh, you don’t get points for this one pretty boy,” Lily grinned, not making eye contact with him but rather focusing on your pulsing cunt.

“What?” James was incredulous, “What do you mean I don’t get credit for that one, she came on my cock.”

“Yes, technically, but she only came when I started on that pretty little clit of hers, so responsive isn’t it, doll?” She asked, punctuating her remark with a gentle slap against your still throbbing cunt and a quick wink that James was too bewildered to pick up on.

Over the next couple of hours they were able to lull a number of orgasms out of you, James making Lily sit in a chair next to the bed so that she couldn’t touch you at all and take credit for any of his hard work.

You’d cum on her tongue and his, both of their fingers, once at the same time, they split the credit for that one but it was worth it, getting to watch your cunt stretch around both of them. You came on James’ cock more times than you could count, and of course on Lily’s strap on because Godric, did she know how to move her hips.

By the end you’d cum a grand total of nine times. You weren’t quite sure how’d you’d done it but you had. And they were both so proud of you.

The final score was Lily, five. James, four. You’d better believe that James was butt hurt about it, not quite willing to accept his obvious defeat, instead of acknowledging it and conceding to his very talented girlfriend, working on getting you cleaned up.

Once James had left the dorm to run you a bath Lily scooped you into her lap, running her hands up and down your thighs but being careful not to touch your sensitive cunt.

“You did such a good job for us baby,” She cooed, pressing kiss after kiss to the back of your head, “Came nine times, can you believe that?”

“Is Jamie going to be mad that you made me cum more?” You asked in your degenerative head space not wanting to upset your boyfriend.

“Of course not,” Lily squeezed your hips, soothing your woes. “Especially not at you, he might mope around a little bit because he is a man,” She pulled a light giggle out of your lips with that one, “But he’ll get over it, it's just gonna push him to work harder next time when he’s making you feel good.”

“Flower,” James called from the bathroom, “Bath’s ready.”

“Come on baby,” Lily said, easing you up onto your feet, “Let’s get you in the bath and all cleaned up for us alright?”

“Okay,” You yawned, understandably exhausted by the events of the night, “Will you take the bath with me?”

“Of course my pretty girl, not gonna let Jamie join us though, s’my reward for being the best.”

You chuckled, nodding your head in agreement, “Sounds good Lils.”

As she settled you into the bathtub Lily ordered James out before he could step into it with you.

“But-”

“Out!”

“Fine! Fine, I’m going!”

Lily was the stars and James was the sun, and fuck did they know how to make you feel good.

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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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Could you do something where the reader is a marvel actor but crashes a panel that Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan are doing (kinda like Tom Holland did that one time) but the sofa is small so the reader is squished in between them and has to share their mics when asked questions something like that. It can be platonic but they are really close or the reader has a little thing going on with Seb but is really close with Mackie. I hope that made sense!

Oooo this request is so cute! Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!💜

a/n: This imagine is HEAVY on the dialogue because I wanted to include some fun questions from the fans and what not, anyway here’s the imagine:)

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You watched from backstage as Anthony showed off his thighs to the crowd, you know, the usual. You were currently at ACE Comic Con along with Anthony and Sebastian. You always enjoyed going to these kind of things. Meeting and getting to interact with the fans was always fun, it reminded you of why you did these movies and how thankful you were to have such lovely, supportive fans.

Currently you and the crew backstage were trying to find a way to sneak you onto the stage without interrupting a question.

Anthony sat back down on the small couch as Sebastian laughed at his friend’s antics.

“I’m telling y’all, you wanna have thighs like these, you gotta do leg day. Don’t skip leg day.” Anthony tells the crowd as he nudges Sebastian. You chuckle from backstage as Kevin Smith, the monitor of the panel continues.

“So I know we were supposed to be joined by (y/n) (y/l/n), where is she?” He asked the men.

“Probably on a coffee run.” Sebastian answered immediately shaking his head with an eye roll. The crowd reacts with quiet giggles.

“I swear that woman cannot function without her coffee.” Anthony remarked.

“I’ve known her for years and lemme tell you it’s like her body is going through some kind of error. We were on set for a movie we did together and I was talking to her.” Anthony started as he leaned forward.

“Now I didn’t know she didn’t have her coffee yet. I’ve been talking for like 10 minutes and the whole time she was sleeping. And when she began to like wake up and talk, it was like she was a sloth.” Anthony shared as he proceeded to act like a sloth saying “Error 404” really slow.

You turned to the stage hand and said “I’m going now, he just called me a sloth.”

The man laughed and handed you a mic from the side. Before walking out you say into the mic, “I know you ain’t talking about me, Mackie.” You walk out to the stage and the crowd cheers loudly. Mackie throws his head back as he laughs.

“Hey everyone!” You greet the crowd, waving at all of them. You approached the guys with your arms up in a “fight me” manner, it was mostly for Anthony. You greet Kevin and move to Sebastian, purposely skipping Anthony.

“Hey, dragostea.” Seb greeted you as he wraps his arms around your body. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hide your face in between his neck and shoulder.

When you pull away you turn to Anthony who looked offended. You send him a playful smile and smack his arm before jumping on him and wrapping your arms around him. He lets out his boisterous laugh and hugs you back. In the process you drop your mic on the stage causing you to cringe.

You guys settle onto the small couch. You sat in between Anthony and Seb, fairly squished in the middle by the two buff men. Their legs took up too much space on the couch, leaving no room for your own legs. The crowd laughed at your face as you tried to make yourself comfortable in the tight space.

You went to speak into your mic but it didn’t register. Looks like you broke the mic.

“Look at you, haven’t been up here for a minute and you already broke something.” Anthony tisked playfully. Sebastian poked you with his mic and handed it to you. You thanked him with a smile.

“I’ll pay for that! Just send me the bill.” You yell towards the back. You look at Anthony and raise your brow at him.

“You need to pipe down, son. You’ve been coming at me all morning long.” You acknowledged pointing a finger at him. The crowd laughs along with Seb. Anthony nods as he stifles his laughs to himself.

“(Y/n), thank you for joining us, how are you?” Kevin asks you.

“I’m doing great! I’m so excited to be here and meet all of you! I saw so many of you guys dressed up, and you all look absolutely amazing! I also saw a dog on my way here!” You answered bubbly.

“What kind of dog?” Sebastian asked pulling your hand with the mic towards him.

“A golden retriever and omg he was dressed as Cap!” You squealed.

“I hope that dog is here because I want to meet them and just smother them with hugs.” You add as you motion to the audience.

“Sebastian said you were running late because you were on a coffee run, is that true?” Kevin asks as Sebastian scrunches his nose.

“I mean he’s not completely wrong. I got coffee before I got here. But the traffic on the way here was really bad.”

“She’s lying, she spent a good half hour at Starbucks sippin’ on her coffee while inhaling the smell of Starbucks like an addict.” Anthony jokingly jabs at her. You were used to the playful jabs from Mackie, it was how you guys were. Knowing each other for years, you guys formed a brother/sister relationship.

“Alright then! So, we’ve got a line forming for the questions! How about we start?” Kevin continued as he motioned to the crowd.

🕓 Time Skip

It’s half an hour into the panel and you guys have been asked so many questions already. Some about your characters, the relationships off screen, and some new projects. Thankfully the crowd was very nice and respectful to you all, no one asked anything rude or made offensive comments.

The laughs were just dying down after Mackie told another one of his jokes. A teenage girl dressed as your character came up to the mic.

“Hi, my name is Maddie and my question is for (y/n)!” She waved at you with a grin.

“Hi, hun! You look beautiful by the way, I love your costume!” You complimented her, taking Anthony’s mic. She thanks you and continues.

“I—, I’m sorry you’re just so small compared to Anthony and Seb on that couch. You’re so cute!” The audience laughs along with the two men next to you.

You huff and squish your way out between Anthony and Sebastian’s bodies, “In my defense it’s a really small couch! And these guys are so beefy they take up all the space on here!”

“It’s a Stackie sandwich with a side of (y/n)!!” Mackie enthusiastically announced making the crowd go crazy.

Sebastian moved further into the corner of the couch making more space for you. He even moved his arm to rest on top of the couch’s backrest. You could hear some fans point it out and squeal. You thank him by patting his leg as his arm lingered behind you.

“So my question is, how is it like to be around such tall people? Because I’m short as well and I have to always look up at everyone.” Maddie says into the mic.

“That’s exactly how it is! Sometimes I get concerned if I’ll mess up my back because I have to look up at everyone!” You say into Sebastian’s mic, which he voluntarily held up for you.

“We carry her around a lot on set.” Seb chimes from beside you.

“Yeah like a sack of potatoes.” Anthony adds.

You pull on Seb’s arm to talk into the mic, “They also tease me a lot, but it’s all in good fun.”

—•

“Hey guys! I’m Jess and my question is for Anthony! So you and (y/n) have worked on multiple projects together. How was it like to be in Marvel with each other and act along side each other?”

You giggled at the question, turning to Anthony, “How’s it like to work with me, huh?”

“I mean, honestly, it’s always an honor to work with (y/n). I’m glad that I know someone like her in this business, she’s one of the most genuinely nice people you’ll ever meet. And I respect her for that because sometimes it’s hard to not get blinded by the fame and just become a dick, or a diva in your case.” Anthony answered as he threw an arm around you.

“Aww thanks, Mac.” You smile and lean on his shoulder.

“And to add onto that. Our characters in the movie are pretty close as well, so when Anthony and I have scenes together, it doesn’t even feel like acting. It’s always a great time on set when he’s around.” You finished off.

—•

“Hi, I’m Elena and my question is for Sebastian!”

“This is our last question for the panel, so make it good!” Kevin interjects.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” Sebastian says to the fan.

“Bucky and (y/c/n) have really good chemistry with each other in the movies and the relationship doesn’t feel forced onto the fans. I wanted to know if any of the chemistry on screen is real offscreen?” Elena asked with a cheeky grin. You remained quiet as you felt Anthony nudge you with his knee.

Sebastian longingly stared at you for a moment before answering, “Well it’s not hard to act like you’re in love with (y/n), because everyone on set loves her. She unapologetically herself and I think that’s what makes it so easy to have chemistry with her, it just felt natural with her, you know?”

“To answer your question, Elena. They’ve been on a few dates already.” Anthony blurted out causing the audience to erupt. You looked at him with your mouth agape from your position on Sebastian. You were currently leaning into his side while your arm rested on his thigh.

“You weren’t supposed to say that.” Sebastian uttered as he moved his arm to wrap around your shoulders. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for Seb. You guys definitely had chemistry offscreen and everyone knew about it.

“Hey! All I’m implying is that y’all need to both stop beating around the bush and make it official Anthony defended himself.

“Fine!”

“(Y/n), how do you feel about dinner tonight?” Sebastian asked you.

“Sounds good.” You smile at him.

“Great, we have some things to discuss.” He playfully teased the crowd.

“FEELINGS!” Anthony yelled over Sebastian.

Kevin laughed as he ended the panel, “On that note! Our panel has come to an end, thank you everyone for showing up and for your questions! Thank you Anthony, (y/n), and Sebastian for coming here we really appreciate it!”

You guys thank the crowd again and take a group picture with the audience. Anthony leaves the stage first followed by you and Seb. Sebastian helps you down the stairs and keeps a hand on your back.

“Wait, are we actually going to dinner?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yeah, I told you, we’ve got some stuff to talk about.” He winks as he leads you guys to the green room.

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