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hp-hcs · 3 months

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Reader (male preferably) x T.N and M.R

Where reader gets into fights a lot. Like a lot. Almost double the amount that Theo and Matt get in combined in just a week. The only reason Dumbledore lets him stay at Hogwarts is because he’s top of every class. What bugs a lot of his peers is the fact that he doesn’t try. He doesn’t study, he just gets it straight up, he barely shows up to class, he fights everyone and anything that speaks bad about the slytherin house, and he’s got the face every guys jealous of. Reader is just made to make people mad, is how he’d be described. But he’s not aggressive. He doesn’t lose his temper easy, it’s just when his house or Theo and Matt are mentioned that he loses it. It’s like a trigger going off in his brain, to protect what’s his. And Merlin does that turn them on.

NSFW (optional)

Reader loves to mark them as his. To have everyone be able to see the dark hickeys or slowly healing bite marks. To display a type of claim over the two. They’re his. And he knows exactly how to make them feel good. Make them writhe for him. Degrading Mattheo while edging Theodore, wrapping his bloodied hands around their throats while he pushes them up against the wall. Fuck and when he’s all beaten up after a fight? They can’t fucking resist him.

• smut • bloody knuckles — poly! sub! sweetie pie! theodore nott x poly! sub! brat! mattheo riddle x gn! poly! dom! reader

❕no pronouns or gender/assigned sex markers of any kind!❕

warnings: SMUT MDNI, BLOOD KINK JFC IS THERE A GODDAMN BLOOD KINK IN HERE, same with degradation holy fuck, pain(?) kink, violence, mild descriptions of gore/wounds, usage of the word ‘blood’ or ‘bloody’ approximately 12000000 times, THE BOYS ARE ROMANTICALLY & SEXUALLY INVOLVED WITH EACH OTHER, some pretty aggressive dom/sub roles for ya silly little deviants

i don’t know why i gave the boys pure opposite personalities. the dichotomy of man, i guess.

this is quite easily the filthiest fucking thing i’ve ever written, and i was too embarrassed to let my allosexual boyfie edit/help with this one so it’s real bad 😬 enjoy your asexual-written smut? ig? i did my best, anon, i’m so sorry

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Seamus Finnegan was not expecting to start off his Monday morning with a broken nose.

To be fair though, it was kind of his fault. I mean, six years of school together and the boy still decided to run his mouth without a single care in the world.

“Heard Riddle’s a slut. That true?”

Your head snapped up and a furious look crossed your face. “What?”

“Hot though,” Seamus shrugged. “‘s why y’keep ‘im ‘round, yeah?”

Your hands clenched into fists down by your sides.

“He a good fuck, at least?” Seamus asked carelessly, seemingly unaware of your brewing anger. “I bet ‘e is. Think ‘e’d put out?”

Before anyone could even blink, you had Finnegan down on the ground. His face quickly became the victim of your furious fists.

He tried to shove you off, but you just smacked his hands away and got a solid hit to the center of his face, punctuated by the sound of snapping cartilage.

Blood rushed in your ears and the crowds fell away as you focused solely on Make him pay. Make him pay. Make him pay.

You were abruptly brought out of your bloodthirsty rage by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your torso and yanking you off of Seamus.

You spun around in anger, the question of who the fuck-? dying on your lips when you saw the concerned face of Theodore Nott, and the bright red face of Mattheo Riddle.

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“Darling-”

“Shut up, it’s my love language,” you pouted.

Theo rolled his eyes fondly, leading you by your shoulders into their dorm’s bathroom. “You know we can handle ourselves, love. You’ve met both of our fathers; we’ve had much worse than some Irish pipsqueak theorizing about our sex lives.”

“Well, I thought it was hot.” Mattheo interrupted with a cheeky grin. “Our badass lover who’s willing to throw down with a Gryffindor to protect our honor? Proof that chivalry isn’t dead.”

“Well, I just don’t want other people talking about you like that,” you scowled.

“We know, love,” Theo grinned, crouching down to dig the first aid kit out from under the sink, patting your thigh in a patronizingly reassuring gesture. “Now, lemme see how bad it is.”

You huffed in faux annoyance, holding out your bloody hands in front of you and lifting your chin so he could see the state of your face.

Theo sighed and began his millionth lecture of the day as he started dabbing antiseptic ointment on the few small scrapes scattered across your face.

Mattheo was unusually quiet, adding nothing to the playful bickering between you and Theo.

You glanced over at him, only to find that he was practically enraptured, staring at your hands. His eyes followed a single bead of blood’s meandering path down your knuckles and fingers, watching as it dripped off the tip of your index finger and splattered onto the tile floor.

You could’ve sworn you saw him lick his lips.

You traded a knowing look with Theo before speaking. “Whatcha looking at, Matty?”

His cheeks flushed red and his gaze snapped back up to your eyes. “Nothing!”

You took a step forward. He took a step back.

“Oh, really?”

He gulped.

You reached forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, gently pressing him up against the wall. “A blood kink, huh? Shit, you really are a slut, love.”

Mattheo looked down, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

You gripped his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His eyes widened in surprise at the firmness of your grasp.

You pressed two blood-streaked fingers against his lips, groaning at the sight of his tongue instinctively darting out to kitten-lick them.

“Shit, Matty,” Theo whispered from behind you.

You trailed your fingers down his jaw and the side of his neck before loosely wrapping your hand around his throat.

He gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Y-Y/n-”

“You like this? Hm?” You crooned as the blood on your hand smeared onto the skin of his neck.

Mattheo nodded frantically—as much as he could with the limited range of motion.

“That’s fucking disgusting, Riddle. What a filthy fucking boy.”

(He whimpered. He fucking loved it when you called him by his last name.)

You let go of his neck, stepping back and leaving him with a pleading whine caught in his throat as you turned to your other boyfriend.

“And Theodore, my pretty little angel,” you cooed softly, running your fingers through his hair and cupping his cheek. “How’s my little lovebug doing?”

He watched you with wide eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips. “Y-Y/n…”

You ran your thumb over his cheekbone, smiling softly. “Answer my question, pretty boy.”

“I-I’m doing good, love,” Theo whispered, his voice cracking as you trailed your thumb down the side of his neck and swept it across his collarbone.

You abruptly pulled your hand away, spinning on your heel and leaving the en-suite without another word.

Your boys followed you into the dorm room like lost puppies, trailing after you with confused and needy expressions.

You sat down on one of the beds, lying back against the pillows with a relaxed and unbothered expression on your face. “Teddy, over here. Matty, go sit in the chair.” You waved your hand towards the desk chair, lazily motioning for Theodore to take off his shirt and join you on the bed.

Mattheo pouted and whined. “What? But- darlin’, I’ve been-”

“A greedy bitch,” you scoff as you yanked off Theo’s trousers and boxers in one swift motion, rolling him over onto his back. “Now sit down and wait your damn turn. Don’t you dare touch yourself. You’d better keep your hands where I can fucking see them.”

Without waiting for a reply, you turned back to your other lover. You ignored Mattheo’s protesting whines in favor of wrapping your fingers around Theo’s dick, appreciating the way Theo’s hips jerked up with a startled moan and his hands scrabbled for anything to hold onto as you did so.

“Riddle. I changed my mind. Get the fuck over here.” You snap, narrowing your eyes at the boy wiggling uncomfortably in his seat. “Hold Teddy’s hand.”

He jumped into action, quickly clambering onto the bed next to the pair of you and scooping up one of Theo’s hands in his.

You nodded, pleased at his cooperation, and slowly started jerking Theo off.

“Pretty, isn’t he, Matty?”

You expected him to say something in agreement, or tease Theo lightly, but your question was met with silence.

You glanced over, curious as to what caught his attention. Mattheo’s eyes were laser focused on Theo’s lower half. You followed his line of sight, confused as to what he was looking at, when you realized.

The blood from your busted knuckles had smeared itself all over Theo’s cock.

“Suck Teddy off.” The demand left your lips before you could even fully think it through.

Neither boy seemed disinterested in your proposition, if the way Mattheo all but scrambled down the bed as he leapt onto your boyfriend was any indication.

Mattheo kneeled between Theo’s thighs and pinned down his hips, practically drooling at the perverse sight in front of him.

Theo moaned brokenly as he felt Mattheo’s tongue lick a long stripe up his dick before taking him fully into his mouth. You hummed appreciatively at the gorgeous view in front of you, reaching out to stroke your hand along Theo’s hip and thigh.

The dorm was quickly filled with the sweet sounds of Theodore’s little moans and sighs, and the filthy wet sounds of Mattheo’s mouth.

He drew Theo closer and closer to his release. But right as your sweetest lover’s body began to shake, you caught sight of one of your brat’s hands subtly sneaking between his legs. You growled, tightening your grip in his hair to warn him to pull off.

As soon as Mattheo pulled off of Theo’s cock, panting for air, you harshly grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to face you.

“Greedy fucking whore,” you sneered, “I told you not to touch yourself. Apologize to Theo for being such a self-centered brat.”

“S-sorry! So-sorry! I-I’m sorry, T-Theo!”

“Good boy,” you murmur, petting his hair and lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. “Good, love. Continue.”

Mattheo let out a shaky breath, still reeling from the whiplash of your sudden gentleness as he leaned back down to continue his earlier ministrations.

He quickly realized why you’d been so suddenly sweet when he felt your hand start roughly palming him through his trousers. He whined around Theo’s cock, which in turn made Theodore gasp and moan loudly.

You grinned at your boys’ reactions as you leaned down to murmur in Mattheo’s ear, “You can cum if you get Teddy off, alright sweetheart?”

Sparked with renewed interest at the incentive, Mattheo resumed sucking off Theo with vigor. Theo’s thighs shook as he babbled incoherently, a mix of “Fuck!”s, “Merlin-”s, and “Y/n!”s.

“Good boys, that’s it,” you cooed sweetly, brushing sweaty curls off of Theo’s forehead. “You’re just so close, aren’t you, my love?”

Theo sobbed pitifully and nodded. “Pl-please- Y/n- please!”

“Go ahead,” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

With your permission, Theo fell apart with a loud moan, his entire body shaking and spasming. You continued palming Mattheo, intent on keeping good on your promise.

“Come whenever you’re ready, Riddle,” you murmured. He had pulled off of Theo by now, and stared up at you with wide, glazed-over eyes. You wiped a smear of cum from the corner of his lips with your thumb, grinning teasingly at the pair of them as you promptly stuck it in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the digit.

With one final moan, Mattheo’s body stiffened up and broke down into shudders as he was wracked with the force of his orgasm. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, tucking his face into the hollow where Theo’s thigh met his pelvis.

You gave both of your boys a minute to collect themselves, murmuring gentle praise as you littered their faces with soft kisses. “Both so good for me, my best boys. So perfect.”

You sat in a contented quiet for a few more minutes, just caressing them gently. But once their breathings had steadied out, they startled you by sharing a look and abruptly tugging you down and rolling over on top of you.

“Your turn now, love.”

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farfromstrange · 1 year

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Daddy Issues | Matt Murdock x Reader

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Inspired by this song.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: There are some scars from our childhoods that just won't heal, like daddy issues will somehow always affect our relationships, especially with men. It's the trauma that makes us afraid. Matt Murdock is a considerate boyfriend and he hardly ever raises his voice, so when he lets his anger out on you, he triggers something in you that you have never told him about.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of child abuse, daddy issues (not the sexy kind), childhood trauma, yelling, crying, small injury (reader cuts her finger), not proofread

A/n: This is entirely self-indulgent. I won't tell you why exactly, but let's just say today was not a good day and I needed to write this to feel better. It helped, for the most part. If you have/had a father who yells a lot and likes to blame you for everything, this is for you. But also basically everyone who's afraid of men yelling at you because you've been traumatized before. This has not been proofread or beta-d. It’s just a silly little comfort fic.

Tags: (people who answered the original idea and I think would enjoy this or asked to be tagged)

@igotanidea @lina-mar @redzie02 @hellskitchens-whore

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In the heat of the moment, some people raise their voices. May it be a fight or a moment of excitement. When we get angry, we often resort to a louder volume and sometimes even verbal abuse. We say things we don’t mean. We wouldn’t be human if that didn’t happen sometimes, although most fights can be resolved by talking civilly. There is no point in screaming when talking like adults is a viable option that won’t hurt anyone. But it hardly ever happens, not when both parties are already worked up to the point of no return.

For you, there has not been a fight or discussion in your life that hasn’t resulted in a screaming match. Your parents often yelled at each other. You grew up like this, the voices of your fighting parents constantly in the back of your head until the day they divorced. And even after that, you figure you started hallucinating their fights whenever the world went quiet around you so you would have some noise in the back of your head.

Your father was the one who screamed the most. He yelled and scolded you whenever you didn’t act according to his standards or made even the smallest of mistakes, didn’t do something or just used the wrong tone with him, something that often didn’t sit right with him.

He always resorted to screaming. The context never really mattered, he just got louder, harsher and he used words that would confuse every kid and make their tiny brains overflow with the guilt they caused. And when you cried, he only waved it off because “there is no reason to cry, I’m just stating the facts”.

It traumatized you in a way many children who grew up in such families understand, and he made you believe that every man in your life has a reason to yell at you, to use you, to abuse you and constantly ask you for things even though you can’t possibly match up to all of their expectations.

You always expect to be yelled at by the men in your life. Even the smallest hint of the disappointment in someone’s voice makes you anxious and more often than not, you start to cry. It’s your defense mechanism. You’re fragile and you get scared easily. A switch gets flicked and you’re suddenly standing in the same house you grew up in, letting your father rain hell down on you because you were too scared to fight back.

The constant screaming made you scared of men, and it made you more careful with what you say or do around others. You tread carefully. You try to please and not to screw up too much, too scared of the consequences and possible negative reactions. In school, you used to do the same, always wanting to please the teachers and when they raised their voices, you often excused yourself and were left shaking and crying in the bathroom.

Matt Murdock has always been a man with a heavy internal conflict, and that conflict resulted in anger issues and his ever-present catholic guilt. When you met him, he came across as attractive yet dominant, and that scared you a little until you talked for the first time in the middle of a cozy coffee shop and he showed how soft of a man he actually is. He keeps himself locked away and that might make him seem unapproachable, but he isn’t. He’s the kindest man you have ever met, and his heart is set right. Out of all the lovers you’ve had, he is truly the best and most considerate when it comes to your relationship.

He treats you like you’re the universe to him and when you fight, it’s more often bickering than it is an exchange of vulgarities and screams. He takes his anger out on punching bags, not you, and when he hurts someone, it’s often criminals who deserve his wrath. His life is complicated, but it’s easier with you in it. He feels alive, he’s told you, and he wouldn’t trade that for the world, so he always makes sure you’re taken care of and happy before he looks after himself.

There is, of course, the issue with his enhanced senses. He’s blind but his senses are enhanced to an extent that most blind people don’t have. You found out about that early on in your relationship, but there’s never been a doubt in your mind about the love you feel for him, so it was no hard choice to stay.

Though dating the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen comes with its collection of issues. More often than not you have to stitch him up or search him in dark alleys and trash cans because he keeps getting in trouble, and the worry often eats you alive. Still, you comfort him when he’s had a bad day, always, and you make him the spotlight of your life every time. In your mind, taking care of him comes first.

But Matt always gives back. It’s his Catholicism, you’re sure of that. He can’t take help. He has to be the one doing the work and moving mountains. He is God’s disciple and he feels responsible for his city and the people living in it. His blindness feels like a gift given to him by God to conquer all possible battles, and while you don’t really believe in God, you have accepted that part of him with open arms and more often than not join him in his faith because life with him is surely not the easiest.

When Matt Murdock feels overwhelmed, he tries not to show it. He’d rather lock himself away than burden you. He’d rather struggle on his own than put the people he loves in danger or hurt them with his personal struggles and the pain that consumes him.

Matt is patient and he doesn’t care if you screw up, even though you apologize profusely most of the time. He’s patient because we’re all human. We all screw up. That is the principle that he lives by and he makes you feel like you can be more of yourself around him. So after a year, there are no more reservations and you feel a lot more comfortable in your skin.

Until this day, he had never let his anger out on you, and he had never opened his mouth to yell at you in any way. Until that day.

He’s different when he comes home. He finds himself at his wit's end, and he has been ever since that godforsaken murder trial started. When he comes home, you don’t think much of his distance toward you, the denial of a proper kiss, and his grunts as he lowers himself on the couch instead of asking you about your day. You don’t think much until it all goes wrong, and you’re not even sure at what point it does or what you did to deserve this, but there has to be a reason because the man you’re seeing right now is not the Matt you usually get to see.

We all have bad days sometimes, others more often, but this seems deeper than just a bad day at the courthouse. This is not the face of an exhausted man after a long work day that just needs some kisses and maybe a blowjob, or to have sex with his girlfriend in all his dominant glory with aftercare to put the cherry on top. This is not Matt Murdock, this is the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen that comes through the front door, tosses his cane into a corner, and then just falls on the couch like a wet sack of potatoes, his fists clenched as if he is ready to explode any second.

You’ve been taught to tread carefully, so you do. You approach him only slowly because you are worried, you always are. Perhaps it’s the line of questioning that has him exploding in no time.

“You okay?” you ask.

He props his feet up on the living room table and huffs. “Fine,” he says.

“You don’t look fine. Did something happen?”

You’ve brought him a glass of water, which he takes with a curt nod. Something is bothering him, but he won’t talk to you.

“Bad day at work?”

“It doesn’t matter now. I’m fine. I just want to forget that today ever happened.”

“You want some coffee?” you decide to ask instead.

“No,” he says.

His leg starts to bounce. It only does when he is agitated or overstimulated and is trying to deal with the world around him.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?”

He sighs. “No.”

“We still have leftovers, maybe I could warm them up.”

His tone is harsher this time, “No!”

You blink, a little taken aback by the force in his voice and involuntarily, you start to shake.

“I just want to be alone,” he adds, softer this time. “Can you… you know what, I’m just gonna get changed.”

And like that, he is gone. He disappears into the bedroom and you’re left flabbergasted. You want to ask what’s wrong, but you’re scared. You’ve never been scared of him before. It’s not him, it’s his reaction, and so you retreat into the kitchen.

Eventually, he comes out again, though he is still missing a shirt. “Have you seen my Columbia sweater?” he asks, the lights of the billboard reflecting off his marble skin.

“It’s in the washer,” you tell him.

“Why?”

“Because it’s dirty. Matt, what is going on?” You place your mug down and look at him, eyes soft and full of concern.

He only rolls his. “I just want my sweater.” Grabbing the used shirt from the chair at the dinner table, he slips it on. It’s not the fabric he wanted and he tenses up, hating the new sensation already.

“Are you sure this is about your sweater? You’ve been on me ever since you got in.”

“Yes, because you keep asking useless questions.”

“Useless?” You scoff. “So my interest and worry for you are useless?”

If there is one thing you have gotten good at it has to be defending yourself.

He brushes past you to get a beer from the fridge. “I told you, I’m fine.” He is good at brushing you off because he doesn’t like to admit when he feels weaker than usual.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Oh, my God, then stop fucking looking!”

“Okay, what the hell is your problem?”

He scoffs. “You don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?”

“Everything.”

“Enlighten me then.”

“It’s not…” his chuckle is bitter. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. You’re gonna keep seeing problems where there are none, so talking to you makes no sense anyway.”

What did he just say? You are so confused and suddenly very angry that you forget you are holding a glass. You smash it down on the counter, and, as expected, it shatters into a million pieces. Most of them fall to the floor and right at his bare feet. His eyes darken.

Oh.

Now you are scared, and not in a way that resembles sexy foreplay. You are scared because he is turning into a stranger right before your eyes. Suddenly, all you can see is not your loving boyfriend Matt Murdock, you see the anger of both your father and your stepfather in his eyes and hear it in his voice and it instantly tells you, 'this is all your fault'.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t see…”

“One night,” he says. He moves out of the kitchen, trying not to step into the glass.

You follow him with wide eyes. “What’s that?”

“One night,” he repeats his earlier statement. “That’s all I wanted. One fucking night where people don’t prod or- or want things from me. And what do you do? You keep talking and talking, and you don’t even care that I simply don’t want to talk.”

“Matt, that is not fair. I just wanted to-“ the tears start to prick in your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Jesus Christ.” And that’s where your strength stops and you retreat into your shell – the next words out of his mouth come so loud, you could have sworn they echoed off the brick walls and shot straight into your eardrums. “For once in your life, stop fucking apologizing!”

His hand lifts, mostly to underline his words, and with the bottle in his hand he is suddenly so close, your eyes squeeze shut at the gush of wind. You flinch, your entire body caving in on itself. It’s not even intentional, you can’t help it. You’ve been conditioned to expect the worst when someone raises their hand, and Matt has never done it before.

He realizes what it looks like the second your heart jumps and your blood rushes loudly in his ear. He can smell your sweat, the tears, and the fear that surrounds you. It’s your pheromones that change and something lingers in the air that makes him stop and think, what did I just do?

He has been so in his head and the city has been loud for hours, he lost most of his patience at the courthouse, and then you’re there all caring and lovely and he can’t help but tell himself he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you. He just wants quiet and to be alone while at the same time, all he wants is you, but it’s too much. It’s all too much.

And now, as you flinch away from him and his booming voice, he snaps back to reality and realizes he made a mistake. He’s never experienced you like this before, and it scares him.

“Did you just…” he begins, his voice soft and barely above a whisper.

He hears you fall to your knees, the taste of salt thick in the air and your breath shakes with every intake. You bite your lip and you collect the shards, trying to clean up your mess as if he would hate you if you didn’t. You whisper a silent, “Sorry.” And then he hears it. You’re sobbing, you try not to but you are, and it is his fault.

“Did you think I was gonna hit you?” he asks, dreading the answer.

You sniffle, not answering.

You flinched, he heard it, and not because you were surprised. You are scared, he knows.

He slowly approaches the kitchen. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

“I just gotta clean this up,” you whimper and you brush the glass together with shaky hands. The tears are running down your cheeks in thick streams and your teeth have gnawed your bottom lip bloody, your throat dry with the denied sobs.

“I just gotta clean this up and then I can make you dinner or something. I don’t… I can fix this. I’ll fix this. I’m sorry.”

It’s your fault, you tell yourself. You pushed him. You deserve this. He worked hard the entire day and you annoyed him. He has every right to do this. In your head, at least. It makes all sense in your head while in reality, Matt has never been more shocked to read your body language than he is now.

He slowly kneels in front of you. “Answer me this,” he says, “did you flinch because you thought I was gonna hit you or because I yelled?”

You shrug, unable to look at him. One of the shards slides across your finger and you hiss, the smallest cut forming and causing blood to pool out of your skin. Still, you don’t stop. You need to clean this up before he gets even angrier at you. In your state, you don’t realize his voice has softened and he no longer stares at you with those blacked-out eyes. He looks sympathetic, almost, but most of all the guilt has spread throughout his features and his heart. He is aching to touch you, but you are scared and shaking and he doesn’t want to hurt you any further than he already has.

He had been so ignorant that he didn’t see the signs before.

“Why are you crying?” he asks again.

You wipe your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you. It’s my fault,” you say. “I’ll clean this up, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“Hey.”

“No, I gotta-”

“Stop.” His hand is on your arm then. “You cut yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” it’s a mantra you’ve taught yourself to say in the hopes you could somehow fix this before it’s too late.

But it’s not too late. When you finally look up, he’s smiling softly, and his thumb is stroking over your skin in circles.

“I’m sorry,” it’s his turn to say it. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. None of this is your fault. I was so caught up in my own shit, I… God, I would never hit you. I just- I didn’t think when I raised my hand. I didn’t think what it might look like to you. And I didn’t think when I yelled because I… in my head, I wasn’t thinking.”

Your facade cracks even more to the point you are seethrough and your defenses have fallen completely. You’re a snotty mess, shaking violently in his grasp.

“I’m trying, I swear I’m trying to be better. Just don’t be angry with me,” your voice is bordering on helpless little sobs, your lips turned downward and God, you are shaking so badly, you haven’t done so since the last fight with your father when you were a teenager.

Matt’s face softens even more, but there is a pain in there too. He takes a paper towel to wrap around your injured finger and he holds your hand, not sure if he is allowed to touch anywhere else, but he wants you to know he is here and he is going nowhere. He is neither mad nor is he going to break up with you. You try to tell yourself that, but it’s hard with the demon in your head whispering all those awful things into your ear, reminding you that everything bad that happens can only be your fault and that there is no use for you but to destroy and disappoint. But you don’t want to disappoint, you want him to be proud of you. You want him to hold you and tell you everything is alright. But you’re scared and you feel so stupidly guilty for something you can’t even put a finger on. Your bleeding finger.

“Angry with you?” he says. “No.” Matt chuckles, but it’s broken and almost whiny as he does so. “I’m not angry at you, bug. Of course not. I was just angry with the world. I was angry at everything else, but not you. I’m not angry at you. I couldn’t possibly be. I’m sorry, it wasn’t fair of me to take it out on you. I realize that now. And the glass…” he forces you away from the chaos gently, helping you stand up without hurting yourself further. “It’s just glass,” he tells you. “I’ll clean it up. There’s nothing bad about breaking something.”

“But the mess,” you say.

“Fuck the mess. The whole apartment’s a mess.”

“I’m so sorry! I can clean it. I can clean up, I promise. I just… I’m so sorry, Matt.”

“Stop apologizing, baby, please. The mess doesn’t matter. The apartment doesn’t matter, and the glass does not fucking matter. None of this is your fault. You didn’t do anything but try to help. I had no right to yell at you. And my hand… I would never hit you. Never.” He squeezes your hand. “I love you.”

You hiccup, whimpering when he pulls you away from the glass on the floor and pulls you into his arms. His chin rests on the crown of your head and you mold into him, the tears taking on new speed and wetting through his shirt. He strokes your back, not sure what else to do, and his lips find your temple. “God, I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that, none of that.”

You cling tighter to him.

He keeps asking himself the same question over and over again. “Who hurt you?” he asks. It’s a valid question. A fear like that doesn’t just stem from nothing. Something happened in the past to have traumatized you this badly.

Your breathing eventually slows down, as do your tears, and you look up at him through swollen eyes. His white shirt is wet now, but he doesn’t care, he only hugs you back to his chest. “My father used to yell at me whenever I did something wrong,” you tell him, your voice muffled through his chest, but he understands every word.

His grip tightens. “Did he hit you?”

“Sometimes, but… I remember that one time I forgot to clean up after myself and he just… he…” The lack of oxygen makes you shudder and you hiccup again, nails digging into his back. “I’m sorry, he just… yelled at me. Sometimes, he’d slap me, but only sometimes. He’d threaten most of the time, but he didn’t do it often. And I mean, I was a hard kid to raise, I-“

“No, don’t blame yourself,” he is quick to cut you off. “You were a kid.”

You shudder again. “Well, I… you know, he blamed me for the smallest of things, so I got used to apologizing and trying to please everyone, but I can’t always do that. I try to fix things, but it doesn’t always work. He used to yell at me every damn time and I just… I get scared. I don’t like it when people raise their voices. It makes me feel so guilty and now I even broke a glass. That’s my fault. I shouldn’t have… you had a bad day, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cry like this. I swear I’m not a baby.”

You move away to rub your eyes. He grabs your face, smoothing the pads of his thumbs over your wet cheeks. The heat has pooled under the skin in an upset blush.

“Don’t apologize,” he says. “It’s okay to cry. If I’d known, baby, I…” Matt can only shake his head in disbelief.

He loves you more than anything and to see you hurting because of something another man did to you, a man who is supposed to protect you, makes him feel all kinds of things, but none of them positive.

But his anger doesn’t matter. This is about you. He has to take care of you now, not himself, and definitely not your father. It’s just you on his mind.

You choke on nothing. “He told me I have no reason to cry because he’s just stating facts.”

Matt clicks his tongue. “No, don’t ever think that again. You have every right to cry when you feel the need to.”

“It makes me weak,” you say.

“Your father’s wrong. You’re the strongest person I know,” he says. “And the fact that he yelled at you and blamed you for things that were out of your control… no one has the right to treat you like that, not even your parents, and he should have never even thought about raising his hand against you. That’s abuse. I can’t believe- fuck! Do you understand that it wasn’t your fault? That he had no right to do that?”

“Yes, but… it happened. Maybe I deserved some of those slaps. I mean you… I- I don’t know. It happened, we can’t change it. And who knows, maybe he was right.”

“Stop it! That’s not true and you know it.”

“I know, but-“

“No buts, sweetheart. I would never raise my hand against you, I promise. I’m not like your father. No one should be like him. You deserve so much better.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” you sniffle, “it was just instinct.”

“Shh,” Matt kisses you gently, “I know. It’s like me dodging punches in a fight. It’s a defense mechanism. Your father, I… you’ve never said anything. I would’ve never suspected this.”

“‘Cause I didn’t think it was important. This never happened before. You never yelled before.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry. You should have told me,” he says. “It’s important to me. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. I want you to feel comfortable around me, not scared.”

You nod. “And I am, really, it’s just… I thought I did something wrong.”

His smile is soft when he leans in to kiss you again, tasting the tears on your lips. “You didn’t. I let my anger out on you for no reason. You didn’t deserve that. It won’t happen again, I promise,” and he dives right back in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, relaxing in his arms as his lips move against yours with sweet precision, making you feel lightheaded. He scared you, that much is true, but it was neither you nor his fault and you realize that now, safe in his arms as he proves his devotion to you with a single breath into your mouth. With his gentle touch around your waist he promises never to hurt you, never to let his anger out on you again, and he promises that he will drive himself to hell personally if he ever scares you like that again because he couldn’t forgive himself if anything happened to you because of him. He couldn’t live with himself if he broke your heart or triggered the trauma you brought into the relationship from your broken childhood, and he promises that he will never leave you, never put you second and always hold you when times get hard because people screw up, bad things happen, and you might be at fault sometimes, but so is he and there is no reason to be put down for being human. He wants to teach you that, he wants to help you heal yourself, and you have never felt more in love than at that moment, losing yourself in his lips, eyes and arms.

He breaks the kiss, moving on to your forehead. “If there is anything else I need to know,” he breathes hotly against your already heated skin, and the exhaustion slowly starts to seep into your bones as the shakes and tension subside from your bones, “please tell me before I make another mistake that might trigger you.”

You take in a deep breath, shaking your head. “There is not much else. My childhood wasn’t the best, but that’s okay,” you say.

He brushes his knuckles over your cheekbone. “Bad enough. Promise you’ll tell me if something else might come up?” He resembles a puppy as he tries to meet your eyes, but he fails miserably.

So you promise him, “Okay.”

“Can you forgive me for yelling?”

Your tears have finally come to a halt. “Yes,” you say.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes fall on the mess on the kitchen floor again and you go to grab the broom. Matt’s arm around your frame stop you and he gently pushes you out of the kitchen. “Let me clean it up,” he says. “Put a bandaid on your finger and then go lie down. I’ll deal with it.”

“No, I broke it. Please, Matt, let me do this.”

“Not everything is your fault, sweetheart. Besides, you already cut yourself once and with how you’re shaking, the next time you accidentally cut yourself I’m sure you’re gonna cause more damage.”

“But I-”

“Go to bed,” he insists, “I’ll be there in a second and then we’ll cuddle so you know I’m serious when I say that I love you more than life itself.”

The weight and guilt fall off your heart. “I love you,” you tell him. “More than life itself, too.”

It’s not a lie. If there is anything or anyone you love, it’s him, and you’ve never been this in love with anyone before. It’s sickening to the point it hurts, but the pain is sweet and it’s all worth it because with Matt, you can be yourself.

The past matters just a little less with someone who loves you right by your side, and he would never give up on you like everyone else did before him.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #daredevil x reader #gender neutral reader #matt murdock imagines #marvel #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #mentions of child abuse #hurt/comfort #matt murdock fic #daredevil fic #daddy issues (but not the sexy kind)

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mamawasatesttube · 4 months

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ok i put a longer post abt tim's Emotional State in drafts for when my brain is less melted but re: tim and going to college im just gonna get a lil silly with it. hear me out.

i have this whole vague story in my mind for tim's college days moonlighting as red robin as he tries and figures out what he wants out of life. (it's a while after rr leaves off and all because he's like. Super Depressed for a hot minute and then has to drag himself through actually bothering to get his GED and applying to college, etc., but eventually lucius is like hey. you're great with gadgets, and you clearly love tinkering. i'd hire you for r&d in a heartbeat but you need at the least a bachelor's of engineering. i know you have a lot of the technical skills, but you need a degree. so tim goes ugh fine i'll get a goddamn engineering degree how hard can it possibly be.)

anyways. i think it's a universal experience that if you go to college and you hang with the STEM crowd, you will unfortunately get to know at least one Fucking Guy. it's like brentwood arc; tim does make friends, but there is just this One Fucking Guy he cannot stand and will never stand. this Fucking Guy is in the common room playing his guitar at midnight. he's drunk and yelling and laughing really loud when people have exams coming up. he's convinced everyone adores him. there's also a detective/supernatural plot going on. the subplot is just that tim hates This Fucking Guy.

at some point, there's a story beat where he as red robin has to rescue That Fucking Guy from a real dicey situation, and That Fucking Guy is really shaken and grateful to him, and he's like okay. maybe. maybe we are making progress. but then the next time he encounters This Fucking Guy as tim drake, the guy is just like. "ohhhh hey drake you missed it last night, it was AWESOME!!! i had to save red robin from a KILLER ROBOT. he's pretty cool though i guess. i bet you wish you could be more like him huh??" and tim is just. I Will Not Grind My Teeth About This. I Will Not. his life is a fucking joke. he dismantles the toaster oven in the common room kitchen to cope. it's definitely to cope and not just so that That Fucking Guy won't be able to heat up his pop tarts in the morning.

at another point, This Fucking Guy looks at street mode, lowkey, unremarkable Normal Car-looking redbird and goes, aw, dude, i thought your dad is loaded?? he only got you a generic-ass sedan?? that sucks lol, if you want we can take my car down to the game instead. and tim is just Say One More Fucking Word About My Baby I Dare You I Fucking Dare You One More Fucking Word.

(also i like to toy with the idea of this being a university in metropolis - he's out of gotham, but not too far. keeps him from getting antsy about what if he's needed because he can get right back over there. and in the meantime, he can hang out with kon and kara a lot, and occasionally enable and be enabled by lois lane and her snooping habits. there's another subplot in which tim and lois get up to shenanigans. at least once.)

it's sort of an introspective thing of him trying to come to terms with the way he no longer wants a fully normal life the way he always used to assume he would - he has the option to walk away from the cape now, like he always thought he would one day, but he just can't give it up anymore. he's fallen into the same black hole he watched dick and bruce dive headlong into. it's also about him finding joy in tinkering and working with his hands and getting to spend more time as tim drake first and foremost. and it's about him venting to kon about That Fucking Guy while they have a lil picnic on the green while kon loses his absolute shit laughing. all against the backdrop of a little mystery or something. <3

OH and also, most importantly. zoanne wilkins is there and laughing at him for assuming college would be easy. and kon gets her into wendy the werewolf stalker. My City Now.

#rimi talks #rambles #tim #like.... do u see the vision. there are emotions underneath here #but right now i have a migraine so its silly time first and foremost. Tim Hates That Fucking Guy #we've all known a Fucking Guy right? im pretty sure its a universal experience.#the stories i could tell about the Fucking Guy i knew. man.

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ohhiimjazzed · 8 months

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NSFW Alphabet LMK Sun Wukong

CW: Explicit sexual content, MINORS DNI

A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex):

at first, he had to be told what made you comfortable, but after that, he's basically a pro. he's actually a very caring person to the people closest to him. that includes you.

B- Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and his partner's)

On himself: I know it's cliche, but tail. it's something that's unique about him. it's what makes a monkey a monkey. so he takes pride in having a tail. He's the Monkey King after all. He's going to be proud of the Monkey part of him.

On You: your hips. LOVE HANDLES MAN. He will grip onto your hips whenever he possibly can. From the front, from the back, doesn't matter. It also keeps him grounded during sex. he likes to feel that you're there with him and that you're real.

C- Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he likes to cum inside if he can. it's either if he has a condom on, or if you are on birth control. (don't be silly, wrap your willie!). but if you're trying for a baby, oh, he is going to indulge in cumming inside you.

if he had to take another option, then he'll cum on your stomach or ass

D- Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's shapeshifted himself to have female anatomy before. and he's touched himself with those parts. it wasn't really a horny thing really. he was just curious to see how women masturbate

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Wukong is kind of a whore. He isn't a virgin by any means. But, this is the first time he's had sex with a human. Humans are a lot more fragile than demons. He's a bit scared he'll break you when you did it for the first time. by the time he learns your limits, he's good and he'll know what he's doing

F - Favorite Position (that goes without saying)

He's got a couple

The Lotus: (one partner is sitting in the other's lap while wrapping their legs around their partner) He's able to grasp your hips easy here, and he can hit it pretty deep

Doggy Style: (one partner is on their hands and knees while the other is behind them) again, he can grab your hips more easily with this position. plus it's a lot more animalistic. it unlocks the demon instincts in him.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's called you 'bro' during sex. it was one time and it was spur of the moment. did it ruin the mood? yes. was it hilarious? hell yes. what I'm trying to say, is that he's not afraid to crack a joke during sex

H - Hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

the carpet matches the drapes because it's fur. he's a monkey. there's gonna be fur down there. but, when you come along he trims some of it so it doesn't get stuck up a hole or something

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can get really romantic when he wants to. he's got the duality of calling you 'bro' in bed, to whispering sweet nothings to you. he's a cheesy fuck tho. he'll do the rose petals and the candles

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

he's rubbed one out before. he'll do it to the thought of you either if you're gone or not in the mood. he won't force you into having sex with him so jacking off is the next best thing (look at him doing the bare minimum)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink: bro will keep it inside you after he finishes if you ask for it. he wants to keep it there in hopes that you'll get pregnant (if you can). he's seen how loving and caring you are towards the baby monkeys. it makes him want to start a family with you.

Praise Kink: it goes both ways for this one. he likes to see how you react to him praising you. praise him too while you're at it. tell him how good it feels. he'll go harder and try to hit deeper. also he just wants to feel loved and make you feel loved.

Degradation: call him a good little whore. he'll love it

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

he'll do it in the bedroom (obviously) it's the most privacy, but he also doesn't mind doing it in places around FFM. you just gotta make sure the monkeys aren't able to catch you two. some of them are really young and we are not here to traumatize children

M - Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)

PET HIS TAIL! Do it! I fucking dare you! He'll pounce on you if he's feeling it that day. His tail is sensitive man. He might even moan outright if you pet it during his rut/heat.

Also generally being in a heat/rut like state will get him going anyways. (this is demon terms not real monkey terms by the way)

N - No (something they're not willing to do, turn-offs)

will not physically hurt you unless he know's it's fine. the most he'll do is biting to mark you. he's still a bit cautious about your human physique. he sometimes forgets about his own strength and will leave bruises on your hips sometimes. he gets really guilty about that

O - Oral (preference in giving, or receiving, their skill, etc.)

he's more of a giver in this regard. he likes seeing you writhe in pleasure while he gives you head. pull his hair while he gives you head, he likes that. if you really wanna give him a blowie though, he'll be driven wild. will whimper

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

more like slow and rough. he likes to tease you a bit by going back and forth from slow to fast. but he'll keep a good pace most of the time. when you're close to cumming, he'll go faster so you can chase your high

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a good quickie as much as the next guy. he'll do a quickie if he's really stressed though. it's a good release for you both. it's also a time when you can give him a blowie

R- Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's down for most of everything. for some things you've gotta talk to him about it and probably explain what it is. but that's only for a few kinks.

S - Stamina (how long can they go for? how long do they last?)

this bitch is immortal. he's got stamina for days. You have to be the one to call things off for the night because it's most likely he can keep going. he can even go all night if you're up for it

T -Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he'll use toys, but you gotta be the one that owns them. he doesn't really have toys because of how isolated he was from humans before Lego Monkie kid began. he'll use the vibrator on you if you ask for it. hell, he'll even let you use a strap and peg him.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

the definition of tease. he will edge you when you've been bad my guy. be fucking prepared. you have to like edging if you wanna have sex with him on a regular basis. he's not a monster tho, he'll let you cum, eventually

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

it depends on if he's on top or bottom. if he's on top, he'll let out some grunts and even a groan or two while he's pounding into you. if you're on top, he will whimper. DO IT. MAKE HIM WHIMPER AND WHINE FOR YOU

W - Wild Card (a random headcanon about the character)

after all that's happened throughout LMK, Wukong wants to repair his relationship with Macaque. He knows that it's going to take a lot of work and patience, and it'll never be like how it was. but, he wants to give it a try. there's a part of him that still cares about Macaque.

X - X -ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

he's about average size (4-5 inches) but he's a shapeshifter, so he can change the size to experiment. he tried to make it nine inches and holy jesus you couldn't fit that in you without a bit of prep.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he'll do it about 4-5 times a week. he won't do it when MK is over to train with him though. it's too much of a risk to have him walk in on you two. he can't risk having his student looking at him with disgust

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

he'll clock out when you're all taken care of for the night. if you're having a bath afterward, he'll probably be out by then. once you get in the bed, he's reaching for you. it's cute

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okay, thank you for coming to my ted talk

#lmk smut #lmk x reader #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #wukong x reader #sun wukong lmk

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chromium-daze · 9 months

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Flower Bouquet

Portgas D. Ace x GN!Reader 548 words

Just some simple silly fluff, enjoy! ~no warnings, just gonna apologize for my mid writing alskjflaskdjf

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"Y/N!" off in the distance you can see Ace running towards you, waving his hands wildly back and forth. As he gets closer, you notice that he has a bouquet of flowers in one of his hands.

After a little bit, he finally comes to an abrupt stop in front of you, doubled over with one hand on his knee and the other safely holding the bouquet above his head. A small silence followed, the occasional deep breath coming from Ace as he tried to catch his breath.

"Ace... is that a bouquet of flowers? What's the special occasion?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

"Well you see, last night when you and I were drinking with the rest of the crew, you had mentioned how no one had ever gotten you flowers before. Soooooo..." Ace stood up as straight as he could and put one hand on his hip and held out the bouquet in front of you with his other, a bright smile on his face.

"Ace... you didn't even take the price tag off of this-" he held up a finger to your lips in an attempt to silence you.

"I just simply wanted to emphasize the MASSIVE amount of money I spent on it. Also, you didn't even thank me."

You make a show out of squinting your eyes at the price tag. "It says right here that it's five dollars."

"I'll have you know that's a LOT of money. I spent a lot of time choosing the BEST bouquet for the BEST person in the world." you roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Be honest, did you just ask for the cheapest option?"

Ace puckers his lips and squints, "...perhaps."

You sigh and shake your head slightly, "...thank you though."

"Oh??? Is that a genuine thank you I'm hearing??" you see the corners of his lips twitch.

"Yes, yes it is."

"Alright well, I should probably tell you then," Ace takes a deep breath and pauses. You wait patiently, tilting your head urging him to continue. "I ate one of the leaves."

The silence has never been so loud.

"I'm being serious! I swear!"

"But why though."

"Well I couldn't tell if it was fake or not!" he held his hands up in defense.

"So you're telling me the brilliant conclusion you came to, was to eat the leaf."

"Well... technically I didn't eat it... I just kind of... chewed it up a little bit." more silence.

"So what did it taste like?"

"A leaf."

"So like a real one or a fake one?"

"...A real one."

"Why do you know the difference?"

Ace shrugs. "I'm not obliged to answer that question."

You chuckle, hiding your smile behind your hand. "You're so interesting, you know that?"

Ace grins at you. "I can tell you're already falling in love with me."

You raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. "And what if I am?"

"Well then, I guess I'll get you a TEN dollar bouquet."

"With a chewed up leaf?"

"Multiple, if you'd like." there's a long pause between the two of you as you look at each other for one, two, seconds before the both of you double over in laughter, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes.

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this was inspired by a tiktok post made by @/lulushoeshoe they make a bunch of prompts about a bunch of different things and i highly recommend checking them out if you're feeling a bit of burnout :)

#portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace fluff #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #gn reader #everybody can read this

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kiradrabbles · 30 days

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Tim wright x Afab reader NSFW alphabet? 👀

yes!

Tim wright how I love you… sorry this took a million billion years

Tim Wright x AFAB reader NSFW alphabet!

A = Aftercare In my humble option Tim is a master at aftercare!! Very gentle and careful, will pick you up in his arms and take a shower with you or order you food, whichever you prefer. If he’s been a little rough he’ll apologise and kiss any bruises better. also a cuddlebug :) if you’re sleepy I think after he’s cleaned up he’ll totally pull you close and rest his head on your chest and kiss you. He’s the best person to snuggle with I swear to god, who wouldn’t want a chubby hairy man to cuddle to sleep.

B = Body part (his favourite body part) ass man!!!! Sorry but Tim Wright is such an ass man to me. Will flip you over. will have you sit on his face. sit on his lap and his eyes will pop out and turn into love hearts like those cartoon characters, bro probably says awooga. I joke but if you do actually sit on his lap he’d be so awkward and pop a boner like. Immediately. Yeah, ass.

C = Cum I imagine he’s a cream pie man to be honest. It does something to him to have your cum leaking out of him like that, I think it also appeals to his breeding kink which we will discuss in detail later.

don’t get me wrong, he’s *not* opposed to cumming on you, and loves to see you covered in it, I just think seeing it leaking out of you (especially your pussy and ass, but also your mouth) does something to him he can’t explain.

D = Dirty secret hm.. I was wracking my brains on this one. I think he’d largely be pretty open with you on his desires. I’d imagine probably that he wouldn’t mind doing something a little… risky.

I honestly can imagine him being the type of mf to let you give him a handy while he drives.

E = Experience I think he has some experience in a few things. Things getting freaky in the psych ward fr 🔥🔥

okay okay jokes aside, I honestly think he’s a virgin? He’s definitely made out with a few people before, and maybe even had a relationship with someone, but I don’t think he’s really gone too far with it. I like to think he’d wait for someone he felt he could really trust and who understood him before doing that. And his person is you :)

F = favourite position ass up! Honestly anything where he gets a good view of you, but I’d say his favourites would probably be you riding him cowgirl style or doggy (so, ass up).

just imagine him pressing your head down, grabbing your hair and fucking you hard from behind, grunting…

G = Goofy (whether or not they're serious during sex) I honestly think it depends on his mood!! Most days I don’t think he’d be especially silly, but I imagine if it got awkward or if he’s make a mistake he’d laugh it off with you, and I can definitely imagine him biting somewhere ticklish to tickle you, or kissing down your stomach to make you laugh.

now if it’s stressed angry sex? Bro is not being goofy, just pounding into you, hair messy, sweat running down his face. You’re how he takes it off after all.

H = Hair body hair!! Probably has arm hair, leg hair, stomach hair, the works. I imagine he has a happy trail too (I’m such a sucker for happy trails).

I do think he’d keep his pubic hair pretty trimmed since it’s hygienic and he wouldn’t want you to be disgusted by it or anything. Would clean shave if you specifically asked, but prefers to just keep it trimmed.

I = Intimacy like i said, total cuddlebug!!!! When you're not having sex he's cuddling you and giving you soft kisses, even just holding your hand. I think when he's not stressed he's very gently and intimate with the sex too, gently kisses up and down your body, gentle bites, muttering that you're pretty and perfect and that he's so lucky to have you, praise in between kisses (and thrusts).

J = Jerking off Honestly i don't think Tim would Jerk off too much. That's not to say he isn't horny a lot, he just.. tries to keep it in. Especially with the psych ward he wouldn't have had much privacy as a teen so he'd always be pretty paranoid about getting caught, so he wouldn't do it as often.

that being said, he probably increases it once he starts dating you, probably imaging you while he's at it. Bro probably wouldn't mind getting caught by you of all people....

K = Kink(s) Right! here it is folks, what you've all been waiting for...

face sitting. Theres something about it honestly. I imagine Tim as more of a soft top, but you sitting on his face? he can't get enough of it, will eat you out until you're screaming with you riding his face and enjoy every second, holding your thighs so tight it leaves fingerprint bruises. Probably have to safeword to get him to stop this man EATS. Will beg for you to break his neck sitting on it.

Similar to the above, also loves 69'ing. He gets your pretty ass on his face and he gets your lips around his cock? It's a win/win situation.

Sort of said it already, but just.. thighs and ass. Sit on his lap instead of his face? fine by him! will pop a boner and probably fuck you right there and then if you want him to. Any clothes that show that sort of area, anything tight, you'll have him tugging you into the bathroom by a hand.

Angry sex. If he's stressed out or mad (this happens a lot) honestly nothing helps him cool down more than banging your brains out and cuddling down with you afterwards. Of course if you aren't up for it, he won't, but..

To contrast, he also loves softer, lazy loving sex. Like early morning just woke up sex. Gentle kisses, running his hands up and down your body, fucking on your sides in bed, just.. comfortable stuff.

L = Location He likes being in bed or on the sofa the most, somewhere private and comfortable the two of you can get it on without accidentally hurting yourselves (or getting caught).

That being said desperate times call for desperate measures, and if he's really horny (or, really stressed) he will plow you in a bathroom or in the back of his car. Sorry, i don't make the rules (i do!).

M = Motivation (what turns him on) Honestly i'm sure a lot does but specifically i can imagine him getting super worked up when you dress up for him. ESPECIALLY things that show off your ass or chest. If you wear a pretty skirt or dress for him he would have to stop himself from lifting your skirt up and just shoving his face in.

N = No (boundaries) Cheating stuff, like NTR. whether it's you or him cheating, he still feels really... icky about it. He'd feel guilty if he fucked someone else (and honestly probably wouldn't in the first place, he really only feels that comfortable with you) and he'd get pretty upset if you fucked someone else, even if you'd discussed it before.

O = Oral Likes receiving and WILL fuck your throat and praise you through it with his hands in your hair, but remember what i said? this man EATS. i mean breakfast lunch and dinner bro will eat you out until you safeword. I'm talking leaving fingerbrint bruises on your ass from gripping so hard and hickeys on your thighs from biting up them. I imagine he's pretty good at it too, and especially loves it when you moan out his name or grab his hair. after all, what's better than a little encouragement.

P = Pace depends on how he's feeling!! Normally i already said this but he looves slow, sweet gentle sex that lasts an hour or more, just practically worshipping you and your body. Sweet kisses all up and down your stomach, thighs, legs, tits, everywhere until you're both giggling and kissing each other and he's finally in you or eating you out.

Now if he's stressed? ohh boy... bro will pound you into the mattress. the neighbours will know his name and your hips will probably have fingerprint bruises from when he's grabbed you so hard. Prepare to be sore (and have trouble walking).

Q = Quickies I mean... he'll take a quicky if you've gotten him all worked up at a party and he wants to get it out, but he wants time to be able to properly enjoy your body you know? That being said, he isn't opposed to one.

R = Risk He's okay with some risk!! in fact, he's even into it to a degree. remember that car thing i mentioned? yeah, he'd go crazy for something like that. Same sort of thing with giving him a handy in a movie theatre or something. would he suggest it himself? hell no. would he agree without hesitation if you asked? hell yes.

S = Stamina Honestly i feel like he has pretty high stamina, especially with how he spends a lot of it doing foreplay and eating you out, so the sex probably feels longer than the actual penetration part is. And if he's tired he can always eat you out until he's ready and rearing to go again. Get's him hard every time without fail.

T = Toys I think he isn't crazy on toys as he prefers being able to feel you himself and have the experience of his skin on yours and both of you together, getting all sweaty, but he won't say no if you suggest some? he might feel a little inadequate so i'd imagine you'd have to really reassure him that that wasn't what was going on.

Probably wouldn't mind if you had a vibrator for when he wasn't there, though.

U = Unfair (teasing) When he's not stressed, i think he'd try teasing you just a little, if only because he finds your reactions super cute. Might just stop eating you out right before you orgasm and make you ask nicely just to hear you beg. He'd probably give in and give you the best orgasm of your life after, though. Maybe even two or three.

V = Volume/Vocal I imagine he's not too vocal, but you will be able to tell if he's enjoying it.I imagine he grunts and groans like no tomorrow, and if he hits just the right angle or you hit just the right part of his cock with your tongue? he will whimper your name out and it will be the hottest thing you've ever heard i promise you that.

W = Wild Card (misc) His prominant southern accent makes for some fun times. I imagine he calls you names like "doll" or "darlin'", something like that. "darlin, you wore that just for me? How 'bout you come over here and i'll show you what i think of it~" (he eats you out)

X = X-Ray Grah!!! chubby tim wright supremacy!!! My dad bod king. I imagine under it he's actually pretty strong as troy confirmed that worked in construction while in collage, but he's still my chubby king. Just one who could pick you up and throw you onto the bed. Member wise? pretty average - large, though he isn't really sure what constitutes large. I'd say around 6.5-7 inches? perfect size if you ask me.

Y = Yearning (libido) Not always horny, especially if you're not around, but i imagine when you're around it's more likely that he's horny than not, if you catch my drift. Plus, it's very very easy to make him horny if you're in the mood and he isn't!

Z = Zzz I already said this but he loves to cuddle and fall asleep with you after sex :) Lay your head on his chest and snuggle him back and he's in a veritable heaven.

#tim wright marble hornets #marble hornets #tim wright #tim wright x reader #headcanons

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Post Prom - “The Morning After”

Summary: A deleted scene from the epilogue of Dancing with Myself. This is unpolished and unedited. I just wanted to share it because I love Wayne. 🥺 Warnings: language Word count: 1,573

Morning arrived a lot faster than you expected, the events of last night fading away like a pleasant dream. You woke up with a slight headache and smelled bacon sizzling on the stove.

Oh no, you thought, and felt your stomach churn with dread. You sat up on your elbow, expecting to find yourself trapped inside the painted walls of your own bedroom. Instead, you found yourself staring right into the piercing eyes of a frightening, fleshless monster, grinning at you with a mouth full of teeth. A quiet laugh escaped you and you smiled back. It wasn’t a dream. You were in Eddie’s house, in his room, in his bed, wearing his Megadeth shirt. You looked down at it and blushed. Then you felt a warm weight next to you and your blush deepened.

Shyly, you peeked over your shoulder and saw Eddie lying on his side, snoring softly with his face half hidden behind his forearm. He was still wearing the chain on his wrist, but his rings were resting on the nightstand beside him, all but one. He must have forgotten to take that one off.

A look of wonder consumed your face as you stared at him, your cheeks still burning with excitement. Admittedly, you felt a little silly getting all flustered over something as simple as this. Hours ago, you had this guy’s tongue in your mouth, but this—this totally innocent moment—had you blushing like a schoolgirl flipping through her anatomy book.

Silly as it was, somehow waking up next to him felt more intimate than anything you did last night. Honestly, you weren’t sure you would ever get used to it.

Outside, the clatter of dishes brought you crashing back to reality. You were in Eddie’s house, in his room, in his bed, wearing his Megadeth shirt… and his uncle was cooking breakfast for himself in the kitchen!

You slapped your hand over your mouth, smothering a yelp of panic. What were you supposed to do? How were you supposed to face him like this? Good morning, sir, I’m the floozy that went home with your nephew last night. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I drank your beer and made a mess of your kitchen. Also, I might’ve ruined your jacket.

Oh shit. Yeah, that definitely wasn’t an option.

So now the only way out of this mess was through that porch door. It was well within reach, less than ten feet away. If you were really stealthy and really lucky, you could sneak out the door without him noticing you.

Quiet as a thief, as Elaria Quint, your old D&D character (who ironically enough was terrible at sneaking—yeah, her stats were absolute shit), you crept out of bed and searched for your clothes. You found your prom dress draped on the back of Eddie’s desk chair, but your shoes were nowhere to be found. Where had you taken off your shoes? You had them on when you left The Hideout. You had contemplated taking them off when you entered the house, but then you saw that Eddie had kept his on, so you left yours on too because you didn’t want to seem weird. Then they stayed on for most of the night even though they made your feet hurt, until…

until things got a little heated and you two decided to move to the bedroom. Yeah, that’s when you had taken them off. You had tripped on your heels because you were a little tipsy from the beer (Wow, one can of beer made me tipsy. Damn, I’m such a lightweight), so you slipped them off and tossed them to the side, where they were now:

on top of the washing machine,

in the kitchen,

where Wayne Munson was currently making himself breakfast.

Fuck it, you thought. I’ll just go barefoot. Yeah, I’ll run out of here like Barney Rubble, I don’t give a shit. Yabba-dabba-no, fuck that, I’m not doing this right now. I’m not taking that walk of shame. No way!

You tip-toed to the door, took a deep breath, and poked your head out into the hallway. The coast was clear. The door was right there. A couple quick steps, a twist and a push, and you were out of there.

You inched forward, stuck your hand out and… paused.

What would Eddie think when he woke up and saw his bed empty? Would he think you left because you regretted staying? Would he think you were having second thoughts about him, about your relationship? Would he think you were being flighty and running away again?

He would. You knew he would. And it would absolutely break his heart.

Oh shit, you thought. You couldn’t do that to him. Well, okay… This is how much I love you, Eddie. I’m taking the hit for you, just like in D&D. And you better save me when you wake up because I am not facing your uncle alone.

You drew your hand back and—

“You don’t have to sneak around,” Wayne said from the kitchen. “I already know you’re there.”

You sucked in a startled breath and felt your back straighten in surprise.

“Oh,” you said. Well, great, I just had a moral debate for nothing.

You shuffled down the hallway timidly while combing out your bedhair with your fingers. Eddie’s shirt went a little past your hips and his boxers stopped at the middle of your thighs. In hindsight, you should have changed back into your prom dress before leaving his room, but at this point, the jig was already up, wasn’t it? You could’ve been wearing a nun’s habit and he still would’ve made the same assumption about you.

“Hi,” you said with a nervous tremble in your voice, “I’m Y/N…”

“Hello,” Wayne replied with a deep drawl. He was standing in front of the counter in his work clothes, his eyes dull and tired. As soon as they met yours, you blurted out, “Nothing happened!” and he just nodded his head and grunted, “Mhm,” completely unfazed.

“I noticed you’ve got a lot of mugs,” you said, gesturing toward them with your hand. “You must drink a lotta coffee.”

“Mhm,” Wayne said, and raised his eyebrows knowingly. “Bit of a smartass, aren’t you?”

“Only sometimes,” you said under your breath.

Wayne’s eyes narrowed as you stepped closer. “I know you.”

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Pretty sure I just have one of those faces.”

“No, I do. You were yelling outside my house—pretty loud, too.”

“Oh,” you said. “Yeah, that was me.”

“You woke me up.”

You cringed. “Yeah, sorry about that… Your nephew was being very stubborn.”

“He does that,” Wayne said. Then he dropped his head and scratched the back of his neck for a few seconds. “Well, are ya hungry? I’ve got some bacon left, and I can cook you up some eggs, if you’d like.”

Your face broke into a smile. “Sure.”

“Have a seat,” Wayne said as he went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs. You sat down at the table and made yourself comfortable.

No words were exchanged as Eddie’s uncle fried up some eggs on the hot plate. You sat in your chair and nibbled on crispy slices of bacon. Wayne had his back to you the whole time, letting the pan do the talking for him. The kitchen was silent apart from the quiet sizzle and crackling of hot butter, but not awkwardly so. In fact, it felt rather pleasant… homey, almost. You settled into it and let out a tiny, happy sigh. Then Wayne set down your plate, poured you a hot cup of coffee, and sat down across from you.

“Thank you,” you said, and broke the sunny yolk with your fork.

You were halfway through your breakfast when Eddie finally emerged from his bedroom, rubbing his face tiredly, his hair half as messy as yours.

“G’morning,” he said to his uncle; then he looked at you and said it again, his tone warm and soft. He grabbed a slice of bacon off the table, swiped it through your egg yolk, and ate it while leaning against the counter.

“I tried to call you last night,” Wayne said to him. “I wanted to see how your night went.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Oh…”

“You told me to fuck off,” Wayne said, and you blew a huge bubble into your coffee and almost started choking. Wayne looked at you briefly, then went on talking: “Then I tried to call again and you unplugged the damn phone.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “I"m very sorry.”

“Mhm,” Wayne said. “Don’t ever do that again, m'kay? What if there was an emergency?”

You brought the coffee mug back to your lips, simpering. “So irresponsible, Eddie…” and he shot you a playful glare.

“I take it you had a good night,” Wayne went on, looking at the both of you.

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a small smile. “Yeah, it wasn’t half bad…”

“Well, I’m glad,” Wayne said. Then he leaned back and folded his arms over his chest, took a single deep breath. “Now, would you care to explain how my jacket got so damn dirty?”

You winced and shot Eddie a secret, pleading look.

“Yes,” Eddie said. “Yes, I can explain everything…”

As he turned to you, his lips curled into a loving yet vengeful smile.

“She did it.”

DWM MASTERPOST

FANFICTION MASTERLIST

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x dwm!reader #wayne munson #dancing with myself #dwm #dwm short #deleted scene #ambrossart

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colourstreakgryffin · 10 months

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Hey lovely!! AHH- i thought of an idea-,, Okay sooo.. I was thinking of a couple vs. couple thing righththt?? I was thinking Yan! Sanemi and Kanae Vs. Yan! Obanai and Misturi!! where reader is kind of an airhead- in the stupid way, vv silly and obnoxious and a lot to take care of!! Thank you for your time!!💗💗

-💗💗 anon<3

Oooh! SaneKana and ObaMitsu as Yanderes! Usually, my Yandere Hashira will never work together but this is different and very interesting! Let’s see what happens!

Okay! Ima do the Kimetsu Academy AU and a short-ish Story, instead of Headcanons, to save myself!

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: SaneKana vs ObaMitsu

D I N G

Your excited eyes drew up to the sound of a bell ringing rhythmically from staring up at the roof in boredom. Two of your favourite customers, Obanai and Mitsuri entered as the hyper girl waved for your attention. You accidentally swiped open the back glass door of the see-through sweet treat display for customers, to stand in front of the cash register with a matching smile to Mitsuri’s and the listening gaze of Obanai

“Welcome back, you two! How may I serve you? The usual?” You ask cheerfully, playing with the protruding buttons on the cash register playfully as Mitsuri tapped her cheek in fake consideration. She knew exactly what she wanted to talk about with you as her boyfriend, Obanai held her hand. His mismatched eyes scanned over your pretty face in pure admiration, love leaked through

This situation seemed like a young couple visiting their favourite café to the general eye, including yours, but it was really two madpeople riddled in obsession satisfying their feed of the one they love so dearly by pretending to want to have one of your many sweet options. It wasn’t just Mitsuri and Obanai who were like this and came to you daily

You met the lovely couple when they came into your café for a date. You recently opened this little shop as it was your passion to run your own business, like this homely café. But your hope ran dry as the days went by with no customers, but when they came into the picture. Your life was basically saved

You served them with such excitement and relief, immediately giving them that one pretty two-seated table positioned by the open window as you eagerly took their orders. Mitsuri ordered so much, you had a long list of desserts to give her whilst Obanai ordered so little, you were a bit concerned but you bowed to them

They kept coming every single day after their first experience with you to test out every new option you had stocked in or merely to chat with you. You didn’t mind as you appreciated how supportive they are yet you didn’t know that your cooperation fed into their developing obsession over you

You always had time on your hands to talk to the two after serving them as you didn’t have many customers, other than them… well, other than them and another young couple that have visited you so much, you’ve lost count;

You’re other two favourite customers. Sanemi and Kanae. Kanao, Kanae’s younger sister once came into your cafe for a quiet hangout with her friends, and suggested it to her older sister for a way to have a peaceful day out. Kanae decided to take her boyfriend over for a quick sweet little cafe date at your shop. Unaware of your unintentional affect on them that had already infected Obanai and Mitsuri would plague them so bad that they’d become completely mad for you

Just like with Obanai and Mitsuri, the two were obsessed with you after spending weeks and weeks coming back on beliefs they were just being supportive and friendly, not wanting to realise their healthy friendship with you had grown into a love-driven obsession. The couples wanted you apart of their lovelife, as their cute little girlfriend

Sanemi and Kanae kept having wonderful times at your business that it needs to repeat for them. Such delicious food, such delicious drinks, such a pretty homely environment with a beautiful server on atop of it that caught their eyes so fast, they couldn’t believe they didn’t know of your existence until they had to pay for it. How foolish, they would have paid to see you so much sooner if they knew about you

They ordered things equally and even shared some of their orders in which you kept in mind so you can give them cute things to use like a long love heart-shaped double-headed straw for their milkshake they’d eventually share. Their reaction to your little surprise made your heart beat in joy for the couple. You simply adored such love, you wanted something exactly like those two loveable couple, when you find your soulmate

Ever since you met the four, you had noticed a lot of changes. More people came to your café and all never seemed to scold you for being late, it was like you were inside a videogame where the settings of the customers can be changed to passive. It was confusing on the most part. Your shipments for ingredients seemed to be infinite, even though, you didn’t order anything that week and you noticed that you were gaining more fatter tips from out of nowhere

Every other customer, other than your dailies, were quite stiff, shaken and robotic as they spoke. It was kinda odd, sure, you couldn’t say anything was off since your head is in the clouds when you’re not working and you break something every single day but you weren’t that dense

You figured it was your family helping you from the sidelines. You weren’t aware that it was the two couples you had befriended desperately trying to get you to like them

“Oh, please, don’t worry about that. I’ll tell you what we want. Can we get a table?” Mitsuri asked as you nodded excited like usual, rushing off your heels towards the exitway and accidentally bumping your stomach against the closed wooden pane keeping customers from entering the back of the service table, full force as you whined out in pain. Obanai and Mitsuri flinched in response, traversing around the marble countertop to make sure you are okay, extreme laces of concern consuming them

Obanai held his hand out and touched your shoulder with his girlfriend clinging onto his free arm in concern as you gently giggled, your voice leaking pain. “I’m okay. Don’t worry” You reassured them, opening the trapdoor and shutting it once you walked out, picking up your trusty notebook and passing the young couple. Still unaware of their lovestruck eyes boring through you

Your hair tied up in a neat bun with all those cute chibi animal hairpins and your bangs pushed back by pretty colourful hairclips. You looked so scrumptious as Mitsuri and Obanai almost raced each other to catch up to you, you gestured them to sit in the middle of the cafe, decorated by a glass chandelier hanging above their heads

You flipped open the notebook to a clean page with that all-so-unbreaking smile they love so dearly as the two sat down in front of each other calmly, wondering who will speak up to you first. You were about to ask for their orders when the doorbell rang for a second time, indicating that another customer has arrived to be served. You apologised outloud to Obanai and Mitsuri, promising you’ll come back to them and rushing over to serve the new customer in mind

Your eyes glowed in happiness, recovering from your near low step trip, as Kanae ran up to you excited in her pretty sparkly date dress, and swallowed you up in a tight but harm hug. Very big sister-like as you laughed at her open kindness, it didn’t ring any alarms as you figured she hugs all her friends this way and you liked it

Sanemi followed his girlfriend, in a somewhat-fancy tieless suit and patted back your bangs to avoid undoing the clips. His smile never dropped at the sight of your gorgeous face. The man didn’t say a word as Kanae begun speaking, her voice a bit stronger than usual and admiring your new hair accessories with little points

“Ooohhh~! You look so cute, Dokusha!” Kanae cheered happily and clapped her hands, she did feel the angry jealous glares of Obanai and Mitsuri piercing through her but she chose to ignore it in favour of spending time with you, her newfound love interest. Sanemi chimes in afterwards, looking curiously at one hairclip he didn’t recognise from the many he has kept track of. “Are these new?” You nod against his strong palm, gently patting his muscular wrist so he will let go, though, he didn’t want to let go

Mitsuri bit her bottom lip, her eyes welling up in fury as her hands balled up into fists whilst Obanai continued to silently glare deadly holes into the couple openly trying to flirt with you, he was ready to throw hands with these pricks. The only people could flirt with you is him and his girlfriend, nobody touches their future wife but them!

Obanai got up from his comfy chair when Sanemi’s hand gently brushed over your cheek, reeling a flustered rosy blush from you. His mismatched irises were so dark, they could shadow over the night sky

Mitsuri quickly followed her boyfriend close by when he walked away from their table, not wanting to interfere. She did want him to knock some sense into those pieces of shit, but she didn’t want to frighten you

“Oi. Fucktard” Obanai barked rather cruelly and out of the blue, drawing Sanemi’s attention onto him as he immediately socks the much taller man in the jaw with a hard right-cross. This made Kanae gasp out in shock and you scream in fear, stepping back as you were worried you, Kanae or Mitsuri would get attacked too

Sanemi bumped against the counter in conjunction to the few backward steps and used his arms to hold himself up by the firm ledge, processing the punch slowly. Kanae rushed to his side in a instant and hissed under her breath at her boyfriend’s dazed state. She managed to speak up, her eyes overflowing with anger over such violence as her dainty hands ran over his shoulder to try comfort him

“Excuse me! How dare you touch my boyfriend!” Mitsuri responded to Kanae’s statement for her own boyfriend, holding his shoulders protectively and her eyes switched between the enemy couple and you shivering in concern and fear up against the flat empty wall. She couldn’t stop this, she decided to join in as she knew well that her anger couldn’t be suppressed any further. “And how dare YOU two try take our Dokusha away from us!”

“She is not your Dokusha! She is the server here! It’s her job to—“ Sanemi snapped back almost instantly with his head rising in sync, his now-bruised jaw did sting from the punch but he needed to defend himself and his girlfriend from what this psycho couple were pulling against them. How dare they act like they own you when you own yourself

Obanai yelled through to produce a interruption, visible anger veins crawling over his forehead, hands and neck as Sanemi followed soon after, his own body being coated in popping veins. He was well done with the chemistry teacher’s aggressive talkbacks to his beloved girlfriend. “And Dokusha isn’t a piece of meat to be played with! Leave her alone! She isn’t yours! You have each other!”

“We aren’t playing with her! We like her! She’s quite the—” Kanae argued back, making her voice get louder and firmer with the intensity of the situation growing at a concerning rate. This was getting dangerous as Sanemi rubbed his jaw to try muffle the sharp jabs and rose back to his feet properly. This day wasn’t going as they planned with Obanai and Mitsuri throwing a bombshell into it

“She’s not even your friend. Just get away from her!” Mitsuri barked back, her and her boyfriend’s thought-out plan to order something for themselves and also you to better woo you over when they offered you to sit down and chat with them, was ruined by these two before them. Your heart was truly theirs as they are the ones who made your café known to the Kimetsu Academy. What did these two have to offer you what they haven’t already?!

Your anxiety and concern rose hearing the two women argue and shout at each other as the men went to throw punches at each other. What do you do?! What do you do?! You panic and decide on the whim to call the Police. You didn’t want to get your friends arrested but they can cause a extreme issue if you don’t have them taken care of

Speeding over to the much older-fashioned cable phone behind the marble counter, you accidentally knocked into the nearby pillar, holding a valuable and expensive decorative pot your mother had bought for you. Sadly, for your slower reaction time, the artefact landed directly on your back and shattered into pieces whilst the wooden pillar fell onto you, pushing you to the ground

The very loud thud from the back stopped the four’s fighting as they almost screamed in concern and pushed each other away to reach the source of the noise. Kanae and Mitsuri cried out in horror at the sight before them, Obanai and Sanemi shoved each other out of the way, just for their eyes to feel like they popped out of the sockets. The girls bolted to you, quickly brushing off the broken pieces on your back that, thankfully didn’t stab into you, and move the light yet suffocating pillar off

Swiping and insulting each other at every turn whilst the boys fought each other for the phone that they pulled away from the back of your counter to the front. They needed to call a ambulance to make sure you were gonna be okay but their constant roars and wet smacks for punches were distracting them. Your head was fuzzy and stung, your eyes grew blurry whilst the voices of the four begun fading away

What a horrible day

I accidentally made us more clumsy and air-headed, then obnoxious and tough to handle but I hope it’s okay!

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hadakzu · 11 months

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Little scared to post anything in here lmao :D Still semi new in here, but I thought I would still share something I wrote with Hawks❤️🙏 (I haven't really written anything like this much before and English isn't my first language so yeah anyways~ I just thought about this one day and had to try write something with it😽

So um Hawks x reader fluff (gender neutral) ❤️

No okay but like I can definitely see Hawks doing these random silly tests online like "Which character are you" or "Which kind of bread you're" kind of things. He definitely has taken those "Which one of pro heroes, are you?" but trying to get his different colleagues, curious seeing which responses are targeted at them, and chuckling to himself if it has something totally off about them. Having fun seeing how people view them while actually knowing them himself. Sometimes he gets a good laugh from those.

(Would try to get Endeavor just to walk up to you with smug smile turning the phone to your face so you could see his results. He looks so proud. "Guess what? I got the number one~" He's so cute enjoying silly stuff like this I love him♡)

One day you were just sitting on the couch scrolling down your phone, him laying comfortable on top your lap because he loves to stay close to you, and just enjoys these moments of both of you staying close, while not doing anything in particularly, just mindlessly scrolling down each of your phones, doing nothing, together. Just relaxing.

It's been quiet for a while and you're gently caressing his hair while just scrolling past another post, then suddenly he turns to look up at you with curious look "If you were some kind of chicken food, which one do you think you would be?" He looks at you like he's analyzing you, trying to figure it out himself like it was the most important piece of information to know about you.

And then he would, of course show you his phone all excited "Apparently I'm a fried chicken! Lucky me~" it's one of his favorite, so obviously he would feel quite proud of getting that, and you can't do anything else than sigh with a small laugh, not really have expected anything else. This happens quite a lot.

"Your favorite too~" you response with a kiss on his forehead, he's so cute.

And then he just starts explaining which sort he thinks you are ? With such a deep analysis too ?? Looking serious about this, this was important information after all!! He had to know which kind of chicken food his loved one was! It had to be something good and tasty~!! (just like you're *Cough, cough*)

And then he obviously sends you the link of the test, sitting up next to you, watching how you would answer to each of the questions. He looks so happy, the way he keeps close eye on what options you would choose, observing you, it makes him feel closer to you. Like every single answer holds important and valuable information of you as a person. He loves it, he loves you~ And he smiles when in his mind he already knew which one you would pick. He just knows you that well~

He absolutely loves and cherishes these kind of moments between you. It might seem just a small and silly stuff to someone else, but to him these moments are everything. To just be able to be himself around you, not having to stress about anything. You don't have to do be doing anything fancy all the time, to still be able to have fun together. It's these kind of moments that makes you both feel so much closer and more content with each other too. In a world where sometimes everything else feels to go just a bit too fast.

He's happy to just stay in this moment with you. All nice and comfy, close to you~ And most importantly of all, he has to know which kind of chicken food his loved one was!!

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #mha hawks #keigo tamaki #keigo x reader #hawks x y/n #my hero academia #hawks fluff #hawks x reader fluff #mha #bnha hawks

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feralcorpses · 25 days

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Little rant abt Grian in my au below ^^

Also I’ve been trying a new way too like texture my art, it’s literally only a small change but just a heads up ya know?

(Sorry for making the beginning ‘A’s’ capitalized in Avian it’s just so I can see it better) ((My reading is kinda odd ok and my eyes go blurry way too easily so the ‘A’s’ are like a weird bookmark for me ok-))

In my au the term Avian is like a loose term for all bird like creatures (so feathers, wings, bird legs, etc) some of the basic terms to spilt the Avian’s up are omnivores, herbivores, and carnivores (little dino coded silly’s) omnivores make up majority of avians with carnivore Avians being rarest. Then there’s also more specific terms to do with wing patterns, birth area, actual species and cultures that I haven’t decided on names and some ideas for just yet but will eventually.

Now some silly facts about Avians, shiny obsessed with jewelry, craftsman ship, just anything shiny and steal-able. Avians nest a lot but not for things like mating or whatever, it’s actually comforting and relaxing for them to have some sort of nest esc things they might put some of their stuff they collected within the nest. Their just trinket obsessed silly’s. Now not every Avian does this constantly or even does it all it really depends on species and personal preferences.

Grian is one who loves this and frequently takes friends clothes to add onto to his nest to protect his little trinkets.

ALSO YOU GET TOO SEE SOLE OF THE GRIAN REDESIGN!!! =D

Now GIVE him your shiny jewelry or crystals. (not an option btw/j)

Poor guy even had his hands “reaching” out for them.

(Click for better quality)

Btw the reference I used says to give credit and I was wondering if the picture in the corner is good cause I’m pretty sure their on tik tok but I don’t have tik tok cause let’s be honest I have enough distractions but this means I can’t rlly check. I did find it on pinterest and looked around a little on pinterest and the credits usually just said piss.net on tik tok so I presume that’s what it is. (great user btw piss.net 💀 honestly is pretty funny for no reason though.)

I really need to stop posting at like 1-5 am man-

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tea-the-not-understanding · 12 days

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Alright, I just made a new oc out of my dream

His name is Death star cookie, powerful in some way asshole but also nice. He's so easily angered because everything he do, always end up wrong.

For a good example to this - He try to burn down a kitchen, but end up cooking the best meal in the universe - in bbq moment, he using his power to breath fire and using flame thrower, end up make the best meat and steak in the whole yard and won the trophy - He try to kidnap someone, but end up kidnap a criminal so the small village saw him as a hero - He attempt on murder, he murder a killer who supposed to be in death sentence, so the police give him some candy.

Yeah, you see why he so easily angered since he try to be chaotic and evil but end up doing something nice.

And his lore is complicated so I'll try to explain with my best.

Like in my au, Luna/Moon cookie. She's literally depressed and a broken mother who unable to have a child of her own through multiples tries.

Now, when ever a child were born from Planet cookie, or for Luna cookie. A small star/planet were also born. But if they unable to make it through and die, the same goes to the small star/planet as well. Where the planet/star explode or cracked and shattered. Luna always go out to clean the debris, in hoping or believing that she's collecting the small souls and keep them together so that the little ones will not get lost in the after life. Turns out, her believes seem to be true, since a little parts that isn't collected, are part of the lost vessels. So when she finally have a son, Little moon cookie. She were thrilled and joyful, but sadly, it didn't last. Because of her husband were so feared of what he see in the future of the Little moon. He take away her son and disposed of him into the cookie world, in hoping that he'll die from lack of care.

But faith have different option, where due to lack of care and anybody who could teach Little moon cookie to control his ability. His emotions got the best of him, splitting him apart, creating Melatonin and Icing. So when Luna see two moons, she know her son is alive somewhere and been spending years on the moon, looking down, weeping as she desperately looking for her lost son.

Time went by, and to her horror, she were a little late when she witness one of the small two moons of her son are shattered. She try to go out to clean, but it were too late. Now, the small vessels that weren't collected, all gather up together and same goes with the small shattered moon, it created a Death star. To Luna horror, she knew what her husband saw and see why he feared it. A Death star, known to bring chaos and horror. But the one thing that the husband didn't see through. Is that the vessels that were collected and formed together. It made Death star cookie very harmless and clumsy. And also had a lot of useful skills. She see good in him and take care of him like he son, fulfill her wishes and dream of having a son.

It also the reason why he have a chaos and a personality like a psychopath (probably got that part from icing vessels.) while the rest of the goods are all from the long disease and unable to make it through vessels. And because of this, it make him goofy and silly and TOTALLY harmless lol

And for some reason, he had the ability to summon cubes and shapes that he can make it into a bomb or form a shape to create a dome or a box around the victim. And if one of the ball is darkness like blackhole, yeah that thing can destroy you into juice. Which is why he use the box ability to close the victim and create a red box filled with someone insides and death. (totally got this in my dream :] )

@ask-churro-cookie ( shocking news- Marigold won't believe it! ) @roseofdarkness0 ( Is my writing good?? :D ) @m00r3-cha0s ( this is the little shit that chasing your sheep )

#Death star cookie #cookie run oc #cookie run #oc #I love this little shit #he's a bastard #but also silly

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not-goldy · 27 days

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Hi Goldy!

You’ve been dealing with a lot and I mean A LOT of Jungkook antis lately, Jimin antis and Jikook antis too.

Why do you think it is that they purposefully come to your blog, with anons that go against what you post about?

Why do they come with *their opinions* to a blog about YOUR OPINIONS?

Let’s put it out there, hypothetically, if they really wanted to get in your head and turn you to the ‘dark side’ what dark side would you chose?

A) Jikook were never real and they use each other to cover up girlfriends (like really?!)

B) Jikook are laughing at all the jkkrs that believe in them and they are strictly bros, colleagues who only hang out when forced by the evil company (*le sigh)

C) Jimin is actually with another BB member and so is Jungkook, either in the group of another group (with how Jikook treat each other I pity their ‘lovers’)

Orrr

D) Jikook were real but broke up in chapter 2 (I wish I had exes like Jikook 🙃)

I personally don’t believe ANY of the above, but if you were to give the antis what they wanted, what would you chose and how would a post from you after accepting one of the choices look like?

Give the antis the content they’re aching for, even though it wouldn’t make them disappear, a least they can print and frame the post as their longed for ‘win’ from a Jikook account cos it’s the only win they’ll get.

I leave you with this 😉:

Jikook will keep jikooking no matter what anons say 💜💛

Dark side?????

None of these sound remotely plausible to me😩💀

Using eachother to cover their girlfriends is just such a silly take🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

So silly.

Being coerced to do things against their will is wild for two people who won't hesitate to throw the company under the bus if the need arises - Jimin exposed the company for not giving him voice training when he wanted one, exposed them for refusing to greenlight his MV for each song project. Hell he pointed to Jungkook when the members exposed them sneaking into bed with eachother for the first time.

Imo he has a very strong self preservation instinct.

There's a reason some people say he's a Slitherin you know lmao

Jungkook- well he's Jungkook 😹💀

He asked vmin not to come to his house on live but quickly changed his tone when he realized he was on live. Like he literally said "I'm not supposed to say that" and then he went, okay yall can come🤣💀

He n Jimin have exposed the company more times than I can count I doubt they would let it slide if the company were forcing them into anything.

Break ups are a normal part of relationship cycles.

But I don't see why two exes would choose to serve in the military together 💀💀💀💀💀💀

I can understand them putting their differences aside to film official content together but to be stuck with each other for more than a year???? Let's be serious for once🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Jikook dating other members from other bands sounds like something a 10 year old fanfic writer would cook up😩

It's right up there in the level of silliness with option one🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I can tolerate those who think they are not together or were never together at all. After all I can entertain the thought I could be fundamentally mistaken about them but however I also believe they are more likely together than not.

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carols-writting · 8 months

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HEHEHEHE HIHIIII!! HOPE YOURE DOING ALRIGHT!

I was thinking of the monkey boyz (Macaque & Wukong ^_^) with a gender natural autistic s/o (romantic plspls), on a way sometimes they stim so hard that they almost faint from running out of breath, infodumps AANDD enjoy cuddling them a lot principally from sensory seek on their fur.

If it is not too much i would also love to see how they would help their s/o on a meltdown for comfort reasons but that one is completely optional, do only if you’re comfortable doing!!

THAATSS IT!! have a nice day :D

HOW SUN WUKONG AND MACAQUE REACT TO A AUTISTIC READER

fluffy + romantic

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scenario: reader is autistic. they stim very hard, infodumps and loves to cuddle w them cause their fur is silly. theres also a meldown comfort

reader: they/them pronouns used, no physical appearance established, a request

warnings: autistic meltdown but its well handled (i hope) + ableism mention in the macaques section (not him being ableist)

authors note: hai!!1! im doing fine, just a bit lazy to go to school but i can sleep all day anyway. im comfy on doing the meltdown one but i wasnt sure what u feel comforted by, and how u handle ur meltdowns so i hope i got it right ^_^ i also loved to make this request cause its easier to me normalize autistic people in a romantic relationship. im autistic but i have some internalized ableism, imagine myself dating w a allistic is hard cause i feel like they wont truly like me. maybe because im childish, dramatic or just overly weird. anyway, ty for the request >w<

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SUN WUKONG

- hes allistic, but he mostly gets u!!1!

- and if he dosent? he still respects u anyway

- after all, u cant be separated of ur autism

- you ARE autistic, u dont HAVE it

- so if he loves u, he automatically loves ur autism

- after some weeks dating u, he undertands urs negative sensory triggers

- and ur positive sensory triggers

- (he asked to u the infos about it and never forgot about any of them)

- so, everytime u stim very hard for positive reasons

- he finds it very cute

- he still gets worried sometimes about u passing out

- but not enough for him to "ban u" from stimming

- after all, for positive or negative reasons, u still need to do it so u can feel better

- he loves the concept of stims

- hes not a big fan of social norms

- he didnt had much social interactions for centuries, after all

- so when u show to him so clearly that u are happy

- it makes him confident about his actions if he somehow caused it

- about infodumping

- he totally loves it!!1!

- he loves to see u stim.

- he loves to see u sound exicated.

- he loves the fact he knows u are happy.

- the infodumping can be weird or useless

- but he will hear it anyways cause its U saying it

- and if its related to u, he loves it <333

- ur infodump can be about snails and he will hear it (honestly? same. i would love to learn about those little guys)

- or even the creation of boxes (again, same)

- and he will ask some questions about it

- he loves to see u happy

- about cuddling

- hes touch starved, so... x2

- he will be extra clingy if he finds out u like the texture of his fur

- hes like "THEY LOVE MY FUR!!1!"

- i already did a headcanon of him and macaque + a clingy reader, so i wont enter in details

- but he will MELT if u caress or play w his fur

- it feels so heavily to him

- both because he likes the sensation and because u are enjoying it

- now, finally meltdown comfort

- i would say that a loud and crowded place triggered it, cause me guess thats a universal trigger to autistics (but u can change the situation if im wrong)

- idk how u react to it, loud and emocional or quiet and emocional (like me :3 ^_^ >w< :D)

- but he will quickly notice it

- again, he knows about urs negative sensory triggers, so hes always watching u when he knows a meltdown is possible to happen

- he immediately (gently) grab ur sleeve and guide u to a quiet and lonely place

- if u need physical touch to calm down, he will tightly and firmly hold u until u dont need it anymore

- or just slightly and loosely hold u, if u need it

- u can freely play w his fur

- and if u dont like physical touch, he will give u space until u dont need it anymore

- if u have a comfort item or sensory, he will give u the item or something w the sensory u like

- like ur favorite plushie or a blanket

- he will talk to u if u need when u are in ur meltdown or if u want when u calm down

- and he will also force himself to stay quiet if u need it or want it

- anyway, hes a supportive bf who loves u

- hes so wife material :3

MACAQUE

- hes autistic!!1!

- me thinks, level of support: level 2

- so he fully gets u!!1!

- even if ur symptoms are different or the opposite of ur, he still can understand where it comes from

- i mean- hes not a big talker

- but if u are? he gets it

- talk about ur interests and give space to others talk about theirs are very comfy!

- he definitely remember urs negative and positive sensory triggers

- yall had a conversation before yall was even dating

- u was his friend and he wanted to know how to comfort u + he was curious about how ur brain works

- and he dosent mind ur stimming at all

- he LOVES when its for a positive reason

- means that u are happy!!1!

- and that u feel safe enough around him!!1!

- sometimes he joins u

- well, only after yall are dating for some months

- he was alive for centuries and centuries

- old people wasnt very kind w the different, yk?

- i feel like he mainly stims by jumping and shaking his fists when its for a positive reason

- stumping his feet and cracking his fingers when its a negative reason (not projecting... ofc not hahaha)

- about infodumps

- he LOVES them

- his especial interest is learn in general

- especially about histories or animal facts

- so tell him about those things and he will ask so many questions

- ofc, he still loves infos out of that

- and he will still ask questions

- things that matter to him or not

- questions he want to know the answer or not

- only because he love to watch u be exicated

- CAUSE HES EXICATED TOO!!1!

- wooo!!!1! learn >w<

- about cuddles

- he also loves them!

- sometimes the autism is tisming and he dosent feel like touch

- but he warns u about that

- but usually he loves it

- other touch starved mf

- he loves his fur texture too so...

- he gets it

- he also will melt if u play w his fur

- its so comfy to him

- now, finally, meltdown

- same scenario

- loud and crowded place

- now, he have six ears + he was constantly looking at u

- so he notices very quickly

- he gives his sleeve and tell u to hold it

- but if u cant see in urs meltdowns, he gently hold ur sleeve

- and he guides u too a quiet and lonely place

- again, if u want pressure, he will hug u tightly

- or loosely if u prefer

- yes, u can play w his fur

- if pressure overwhelms u, he will give u space

- sensory itens or ur comfort object? he will buy to u if needed.

- hes not a big talker

- so stay quiet is his speciality if u need it

- but this mf will be so fucking talkative if u need it after of or while u are having a meltdown

- he does not stf until u feel better.

- anyway, he loves and likes u so much

- u are the person he loves, so dont worry about being annoying for urs autistic symptoms

- material wife fr fr.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong #lego monkie king #six eared macaque #macaque x reader #lmk macaque #headcanon #x reader

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