#i just feel so very very comfy under this mask
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fingers crossed for your writing! prompt for you: mask
Hi!! Thank you so much for the prompt and the crossed fingers. Very happy to be writing Avatrice again. Here’s a short, soft thing and a play on both mask and masc that’s hopefully not too far off the mark. 💜💜💜
Ava leans against the doorway and watches as Beatrice stares at a black t-shirt that she assumes came from the basket of clean clothes beside the bed, lips pulled down at the corners, a few locks of newly shorn hair falling over her forehead with the angle. Ava wants to tuck it back, run her own thumbs over the buzzed sides in that way that makes Beatrice close her eyes and breathe a little deeper.
“Hey,” she says more quietly than she normally would, smiling gently as Bea’s attention snaps to her, body visibly tightening in the moment it takes for her to assess Ava’s threat level. Once a soldier and all that.
“Sorry to surprise you.” She sticks out a socked foot and wiggles it, thick pink and purple stripes on display. “Got a comfy assist with my stealth game. Camila was not joking with this yarn.”
The tension leaves Bea’s body as she lifts her left leg from where it hangs over the side of the bed to wiggle back with her own pair, a more muted blue and gray sticking out from the bottom of gray sweatpants. She doesn’t say anything, but she puts the shirt down and shifts on the bed, tucking socked feet criss-cross underneath her knees and creating a space that Ava fills happily, crossing her own legs so that their thighs are pressed together.
“You good?”
“Yes,” Beatrice offers quickly before she catches herself, shrugging a shoulder at Ava with a small smile. “Mostly,” she amends, and Ava indulges her earlier impulse and presses Bea’s hair back from her forehead before running her thumb over the clipped hair just above her ear. As she’d hoped, she gets fluttering eyes and a content sigh.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Brown eyes blink open and she runs a hand through her hair before turning her head to face the mirror that hangs from their closet door. Ava’s eyes follow, and they meet in the glass, Ava leaning over to rest her chin on Bea’s shoulder.
“‘Sup, handsome?” Her breath tickles Bea’s cheek and she rolls her eyes even as she smiles that smile she saves for Ava, a little bit of pink in her cheeks.
Her eyes drift and Ava presses a kiss to her cheek before settling back and giving her some space.
“I look like my uncle.”
Ava stops fiddling with their duvet, brings her eyes slowly back to Beatrice in the mirror. She’s waiting for her, lips turned up just slightly and eyes soft, and she dips her head a little to let Ava know it’s okay to keep looking, to keep checking.
And she does, eyes tracking the movement of Bea’s chest and the twitch of her toes where they’re pressed under her knee, a flash of soft blue wool.
“Jacob. His name was Jacob. He was…” The shift in her expression as she searches for the words she needs brings her lips to a pout, but her tone isn’t sad or angry when she finds what she’s looking for. “I wanted very badly to be like him, when I was small. He laughed a lot, and he was very smart but he didn’t…he didn’t use it to make me feel small. He was silly with me, in a very intentional way. Always sought me out and asked me questions and told me jokes that…well, you would have liked them.” Ava sticks her tongue out at her and Bea looks a little proud and a lot fond. “Exactly. I didn’t know what to do with that, but I liked it.” She pulls at the silver chain around her neck, the ghost of a prayer. “He died when I was eight. A car accident. I think…looking back on his funeral and the people who were there, I think maybe he was…like me.” Her jaw clenches, determined, and Ava loves her as she says, voice firm, “Gay. I think he was gay.”
Ava moves a hand to the small of Bea’s back, and Bea puts a hand on her knee, skin warm through the fabric of Ava’s leggings.
“It…as far as I know it was a surprise to my father. Uncle Jacob always brought dates to the big Christmas party and to all of the family events, beautiful women that were funny like he was and talked to me like they cared what I had to say but also like I was still a child, like I was only expected to be a child. One of them snuck me extra cake when my mother wasn’t looking, but when she winked at me, suddenly I couldn’t eat anything else.”
She’s blushing a little, and Ava presses her lips to the cotton covering her shoulder, smiling into it.
“Uh-huh.”
The blush deepens, and Ava smothers the rest of her grin against Bea, grasping and squeezing at her forearm to encourage her to keep talking.
She does, smile dimming a little as she says, “They were there at the service, those women, but so were a lot of other people I’d never seen before, all in a big group together.” Her fingers move against the fabric of her sweats, tug at her black tee, the twin to the one discarded a few minutes ago. “They were in the back of the line to greet us, at the wake, and my father was so…” Fingers run with agitation through already mussed hair. “He was so rude to them, Ava. Gritting his teeth and saying nothing when they offered condolences and shaking hands hard enough that he made people wince. I went to the bathroom and heard two of them talking about how it wasn’t any wonder ‘Jay’ lived like he did. I’d never heard anyone call him Jay before, and I didn’t know what they meant, but I knew better than to ask my parents.”
She swallows and Ava covers the hand on her knee with her own, quiet because she’s not sure if Bea is finished and she is trying her very best these days to give Bea the same space that Bea gives her to say what she wants to say. Even if it makes Ava squirm with the desire to comfort, to fill the silence.
“We left the wake as soon as we could without it being socially unacceptable to the people my parents cared about. My father was so angry on the ride home that my mom was afraid to talk to him, and…” The shaky breath makes Ava so fiercely protective that the halo starts humming under her skin. “After he pulled me into the car, I made myself as small as I could. He went into his study and slammed the door when we got home. They never talked about Uncle Jacob again. It was like he died twice.”
“Bea.” Her hand moves to rest between shoulder blades, presses in in comfort. “I’m so sorry.”
Beatrice smiles at her in the mirror before breaking their connection to turn and kiss her. The angle is a little awkward, their bodies having twisted over the course of the conversation, so she moves to fix it, adjusting so her knees are pressed to Bea’s thigh and making her hands at home on the sides of her neck. When Beatrice pulls back, she backs herself against the headboard and lifts an arm, and Ava’s chest is tight with affection as she moves into the space and settles, hand gripping the front of Bea’s shirt a little possessively. They’ve had this now for months, this bed and this apartment and this time together without world-ending bullshit, but she’s still not used to the luxury of it, of open, unapologetic affection, of Bea’s heartbeat steady under her ear, of time stretching out instead of bearing down.
“It surprised me, when I looked into the mirror and saw him.” Her voice is quieter like this, and Ava feels her words as she says them, cheek pressed against her chest. “In a good way.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” Fingers run through her hair and Ava lets her eyes close. “I wish I could have known him. I wish he could have known me.”
Ava nods against her. “Me too. He sounds way better than the rest of your family, not that that’s a high bar.” The words slip out thoughtlessly but she doesn’t want to retract them. They’re past pretending Ava wouldn’t halo blast Bea’s parents into the nearest body of water on sight and mostly past Bea feeling guilty for wanting her to. “I’m sorry you didn’t have him for longer.”
“Mmm.” It’s a little absent. A beat. “I used to be a nun.”
Ava opens her eyes at that, pushes up a little to raise an eyebrow at Beatrice.
“Oh yeah? I didn’t know.”
Beatrice pokes her in the ribs and she giggles as she settles back down.
“Yes, thank you.” Her voice softens, quiets. “I understand him. Or I think I do. Why Uncle Jay lived the way that he did.”
Ava splays her hand across Bea’s ribs.
“You used to be a nun.”
“Yes.” Lips touch her hairline. “I am glad that I’m not anymore.”
Ava presses her own lips against the body underneath her. “Me too.” She traces a pattern on Bea’s ribs. “I think he would be proud of you. Of who you are. Of how brave you are.”
Her body moves with Beatrice’s exhale. “I think he would have liked you.”
Ava pulls her chin up to rest against Bea’s sternum and grins her best roguish grin. “Well, I’m very charming.”
Her stomach swoops at the look Bea gives her, adoration undisguised and voice earnest. “Yes. You are. You’re wonderful.”
The kiss is short but sure, leaving Ava a little breathless. Affection thrums in her veins, and she pulls and pushes at Bea’s body until they’re reversed, Bea’s head pillowed on her chest and Ava’s fingers running through short hair, scratching at the nape of her neck. She runs her fingers under the silver chain and turns her head to watch their reflection. Bea’s eyes are closed, her breath slowing, and Ava takes the opportunity to look at her, sees for a moment Sister Beatrice as she was when Ava met her, ashamed and hiding so much of herself, desperately trying to be what everyone wanted and needed her to be.
Her heart breaks a little, for little Beatrice who became Sister Beatrice and for a man she never met. She blinks away the specters in the mirror and sees Bea again, soft and sleepy and brave, and presses a kiss of gratitude to her head.
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how’s your fic going for the event? You said you haven’t written for it? Have you made progress?
I also remember you saying you’ve sent in asks to the board too about it right?
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#unsigned post#yes i have sent in asks before!#you'll never find me lol#(or maybe you will. i'm notably awful at switching my typing patterns)#as for the fic i mentioned writing... i lied?#well. kind of.#i wrote part of it and realised that it wasn't working out and decided to pivot and write something else#however i have made the executive decision to be anonymous forever (maybe) so i will not be saying what i wrote instead#we can still be friends though everyone!#i just feel so very very comfy under this mask#maybe at some point i will reveal myself but until said otherwise i am just skofnung :)#now to answer your actual question:#i have made some amount of progress! i stopped partway to help out a friend with his spidersona and got really absorbed in a band so that#kind of killed my writing motivation but i plan on writing tonight!#(sorry for the word vomit in the tags)
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It’s the Little Things
Hope you enjoy my gushy short little fic :]
(I posted this once before but I was too embarrassed so I took it down. Putting it back now 😂)
Generation: Bayverse TMNT
TMNT Raphael x Reader Fanfic
Pronouns: Gender Neutral
Warnings: RIDICULOUSLY mushy, self-serving fluff, kissed while asleep
The rain quietly pattered against the dark window panes as the light from the TV flashed in the glass’s reflection. It was the end of a very long patrol, and Raph had made it back to your apartment quite late. As usual.
But as usual, you were up waiting for him with a hot dinner lovingly prepared.
Your daily lives were vastly different from each other. You ran a quiet bookstore in a reclusive area downtown, while Raph was one of the city’s fierce vigilante heroes alongside his brothers. You were definitely an odd couple. But you had your moments.
Moments like these- Raph thought gratefully as he swallowed another bite of your steaming homemade stew, piled onto a thick slice of buttered sourdough bread. He closed his eyes as he savored the rich flavor, saturated in red wine and melty slow-cooked beef, and had to stifle himself from moaning around the food in his mouth. Somehow you always managed to make the most delicious food, the kind that could warm and comfort tired and aching bones after a long day.
Speaking of you.
:readmore:
Raphael glanced across the small wooden dinner table in their comfy little apartment, and found you sitting with your chin propped up on your crossed hands, with a glowing joyful expression on your face as you happily watched him enjoying the meal you’d made.
- and Raph immediately turned his head away, already beginning to feel his cheeks burning under his mask.
“…..It’s good.” He said gruffly, not daring to chance another glance across the table as he practically felt your joy intensify from his praise.
“ I’m glad~” It was a humble, yet cheerful response. Yet, somehow it left something fluttering in the large turtle’s chest. His face scrunched up tensely as he tried to will away the building heat in his cheeks, and resorted to hiding his face in the bowl of the heavenly stew.
…..Raphael was quite certain you would someday be the death of him.
Later that night, after you two had had your fill of dinner and the pot and bowls were soaking in the sink, you curled up together on your old couch in front of the TV. Raph was watching the evening news, followed by a mobster period drama he found he secretly enjoyed. While you had made home with a blanket and a book curled up in the grumpy turtle’s lap.
Raphael was lazily watching the TV and gratefully melting into the couch, letting his head tip back and stretch out the sore muscles in his neck. He barely noticed the pressure of you snuggled up warmly on his lap, already so accustomed to the feeling that at this point it would be more strange without it. When suddenly, he heard a clatter and flop from what sounded like your book sliding to the floor. He looked back up, expecting you to clamor up to retrieve it, but found you made no movement.
“……..?...” Raph looked down to check on you, and was met with the adorable sight of your peaceful sleeping face. Your head resting comfortably against his chest as you breathed slowly and deeply. A hand curled up under your chin while he other was pressed flat against his chest.
Raphael immediately felt his whole face heat up deeply at the sight, having to turn his head away and place a hand over his mouth for a moment to insure he wouldn’t explode from the sudden swell of feelings building up in his chest. He tried taking a deep breath to calm himself down. ‘What am I, a teenage girl….?’ He chastised himself as he calmed down enough to look back to you.
‘……Are they really asleep?’ He wondered. Raph studied your face, checking for signs of movement behind your eyes, but became caught up admiring the long strokes of your eyelashes against your cheek. It was just a small detail, but somehow, it sparked a warm feeling in him.
Raph found himself staring quietly at you as you dozed, and he became captured by your features as he gazed at you so closely. Your little nose, your soft complexion, playfully messy licks of your hair, the soft line of your jaw…. The corners of Raph’s mouth began to pull up in a kind smile as he gazed at you. Quietly, he drew up his hand to comb some stray hairs into place, and trailed down to gently stroke across your cheek, until the pad of his thumb came to brush softly across your lips.
Raphael was completely enthralled, and lost himself in his delicate ministrations. Before he even realized it, he found himself leaning in closely, until his lips connected lightly with yours. It was a delicate, revering, chaste kiss, one he would never have the courage to initiate around your waking self. But right now, not even the adoring (and embarrassing) gaze of his lover was present to shy him away from his enamor.
You stirred at the ticklish sensation, brows drawing together and making a soft cute sound as you sighed into the kiss, drawn awake by your boyfriend’s soft touches.
Raphael froze still upon hearing the small sleepy noise come from you. His heart fluttered nervously in his chest, afraid he had been caught in his intimate moment. Slowly, he pulled away from your lips and looked down at your face. Raph was met with the sight of lidded eyes staring up at him, with a faint blush and sleepy smile gracing your face.
Raph was indeed caught. But before he could fully process his quickly rising embarrassment, you quickly shut your eyes and feigned sleep once again.
“........???????” He was very confused now. That was definitely not the reaction he was expecting.
“......(y/n).....?” Raph called out to check on you, not exactly sure what to do in this turn of events after being caught sweetly kissing his sleeping lover. But you just kept your eyes closed, a very loving smile still painting your face.
“Mmh...... no..... I’m still asleep....... keep kissing me......~” You whispered sleepily from your spot nestled in the crook of his arms.
Raph was stunned. It felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart and warmed his whole body from head to toe. Your smile only grew wider from feeling him go tense, and your hand slowly reached up to stroke against Raph’s rough cheek, tempting him to draw back in until your lips met once again.“Mmh~” You made a happy sound that hummed ticklishly against Raph’s lips, breaking him out of his surprise and enticing him to return the kiss.
It was soft, slow, and wet, how your lips moved against each other in your own quiet revere under the comfortable cover of night. You both drew away for breath, only to gravitate in to meet again and again to taste each other. Raph became emboldened as your hand lazily trailed up to push up his mask, and he leaned down to start peppering kisses across your face. Smooching your nose, your eyelids, the dips of your cheeks, your brows, forehead, and the corners of your mouth. He smooched his lover softly until you were left giggling softly in his arms. He paused to listen to the adorable sound, more bright and peaceful than any church bells, before he went back to praise and worship those velvety lips once again.
You kissed back more slowly than before, your passion still there but your energy seemed to be waning. Your hand slid from Raph’s cheek and came to rest on his chest, and you felt your mind grow fuzzy from the gentle brushes of his lips. Soon, you felt yourself melt completely back into Raph’s warm embrace, as your sleepiness overcame you once again at the parting of one more kiss.
Raphael paused for only a moment to catch his breath between loving smooches, before he moved to return once again. He softly brushed his lips against yours in quiet invitation, but surprisingly, he found that you did not return his kiss. Instead, he felt the slow gentle draws of breath against his lips. You had fallen fast asleep with your head nestled against his shoulder, lulled to rest by his sweet kisses.
Raphael paused as your breaths tangled in the small space between your lips. All he could do was stare into the peaceful resting expression of his lover wrapped warmly in his embrace. His gaze didn’t leave your lips, swollen red from his attention. The soft breath of sleep tickling against his own sensitive lips. The large turtle felt a smile tugging at his mouth at the sight of his normally energetic partner so easily put to sleep in his arms. He wondered briefly if he could ever endure this level of affection from you at your usual energy, and came to the conclusion that he would most likely combust after only a few seconds.
Raph eventually came back to his senses. His cheeks heating into a bright red glow of self-consciousness as recognition dawned of his own actions.
“...........shit.”
Raphael closed his eyes tightly shut as he tried to shut out the feeling of steam rising from his head. He ducked his head, burying his heated face into your hair as he tried to suppress the building need to implode from embarrassment. He silently muttered excuses but quickly gave in to the strong feelings clenching in his chest.
He was helplessly in love with you.
(He was still denying it.)
“...........What are you doing to me shorty...” He quietly mumbled, resentfully, yet, adoringly into your hair.
(But of course, that won’t stop him from trying to suffocate these embarrassing feelings. He had a reputation to uphold after all.)
But it was times like these, under the privacy of a silent night, with sweet words and gentle touches, that Raphael gave in.
It’s the little things.
And he carried you off to bed.
The End
#tmnt fanfic#tmnt x reader#bayverse tmnt#tmnt bayverse#tmnt bayverse x reader#tmnt 2014 x reader#tmnt 2016 x reader#tmnt imagines#bayverse raphael#bayverse raphael x reader
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Hiiiiii I absolutely love ur fics🥺 and I'm glad that ur request is open. So if it isn't such a bother can I request for Dazai, Chuuya and Jouno or just any characters u want to add where their s/o was absent for 2 days straight then show up with the largest bruise under their thighs. Pain is a bitch I realized that now.
Yes this happen to me bc me and my 5'3 height fall off a chair while getting something from a cabinet and my cousin just casually laugh at me until we realize that I couldn't fucken move or properly sit for 2 days🥹
Hoiiii! I'm really glad to know that you love my fics hehe :D And oof- falling off a chair sounds painful- also glad to know that you're alright now :'0 and enjoy the fic :D
A pain in the butt (literally): Dazai, Chuuya and Jouno
Dazai:
Get ready for him to dramatically lament about how he missed you for the past two days like the drama king he is-
Considering that your injury (probably) isn't as obvious while you're standing, it doesn't strike Dazai that you were quite badly injured until he heard your uneven footsteps and a loud grimace as you uncomfortably shifted in your usually comfy swivel chair.
His suspicions were confirmed when he spots what looked like a part of a very bad bruise behind one of your legs. Ouch.
He will make sure that you experience as little pain as humanly possible while your bruises heal, starting with investing in a chair cushion for you.
Will also sweep you up bridal style by surprise every now and then when he's slacking off and manages to see you getting up to go somewhere so he can carry you to your destination.
Having a difficult time getting off your seat to head to Uzumaki for lunch? He'll takeaway your favourite food from there and give it to you in no time.
Will also accompany you to eat lunch in the office so you won't feel lonely without him and vice versa :)
Overall, Dazai does whatever he thinks he's capable in to take care of you, a nice quality to look for in a partner :D
Just try your best not to injure yourself in such an unconventional manner again. He's very open to teasing you about it if it happens a little too regularly-
Chuuya:
Chuuya was very much concerned about your absence over the past few days, even more so because you didn't elaborate on your condition to him.
His usually annoyed demeanor masks that though, so be prepared to hear a harsher voice rather than a kind one when he asks you where you've been.
Don't take it personally though, he's just tired from work.
He's confounded at the predicament you've gotten yourself into two days prior, and definitely shocked when he saw the bruises you sustained at the back of your thighs.
Needless to say, his concern for you was now more evident.
After seeing you struggle to sit comfortably in your seat once, Chuuya decided that his gravity manipulation would help to keep your bruises the slightest bit off your seat.
Having trouble walking? It's bridal-style time! Your legs need it.
Will spoil you with your favourite food during mealtimes at work.
He's also willing to buy back lunch to eat with you in the office so you won't be lonely without him then :) Anything for his beloved, after all ;)
Jouno:
Jouno sensed that something- no, someone- was missing in action. Judging by how he couldn't hear your pulse or breathing, he concluded that that someone happened to be you.
Was he concerned that you were gone and silent about it? Slightly. Was that concern visible? Not the slightest bit.
When you returned to work, Jouno's internal relief was short-lived upon noticing that you had difficulty walking properly with both legs and you struggled painfully with sitting on your seat.
You can see his confusion upon hearing that you bruised the back of your thighs from a fall. Clearly such a manner of injury didn't seem possible to him till now.
Nags at you for being so careless because the way you injured yourself was so absurd to him that he couldn't believe you out of all people would sustain such an injury.
Even so, he does his best to show more care towards you in your current state, be it checking up on you every now and then or buying you food when you need it. Just small kind gestures to express his love for you :)
#bungo stray dogs#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#bungo stray dogs dazai#dazai x reader#bsd jouno#bsd jouno x reader#bsd saigiku#saigiku jōno#jouno saigiku#bsd chuuya x reader#bungou stray dogs chuuya#chuuya x y/n#bungou stray dogs dazai#bungou sd#bungou stray dogs x reader
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[Werewolf] What about me?
Male Werewolf x Male Reader
Draven
Notes/Warnings: TW for reader breakup, mentions of an affair, non-aggressive confrontation, reader comfort, idk, this one is short but I'm content with it, haven't been feeling great lately lol, not very proof read
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You currently laid in bed, tears streaming down you face as you hugged your pillow. You trusted people too easily and it came back to bite you in the ass today. You had gone out for a dinner date with the guy you had been dating for a month. Everything was going great. He sat you down, treated you amazingly, like nothing you could have dreamed of. Made you think he was the one. But turns out he wasn't. While the two of you were together, a woman approached you and, albeit kindly, told you that this was actually her husband. She wasn't mad at you since she knew how he could act but you still couldn't help but feel guilty. You opted to leave so they could argue or fight about it, having felt so betrayed by who you thought could be the one.
A cab was called and you cried all the way back home, tearfully messaging your best friend about what had happened. You could see that he read the messages but didn't respond. You knew he would eventually and just figured he was busy. While you lied in bed, going over what happened and the things you two did while you were together, it almost made sense. He was being so nice to mask the fact he was doing something so horrible. You couldn't help but cry more, thinking how blind you were to the signs. While you were crying, you didn't hear the front door open or the heavy footsteps making their way towards you until you felt a pair of warm, strong arms wrap around you. At first, you were understandably panicked, whipping your head around to find out who it was only to see the soft gaze of the only man you've trusted for years.
You instantly turned around and hugged him tightly, crying into his chest as he shushed and comforted you. Even though he was thinking the whole 'I told you so' shtick, he kept quiet and let you get out your emotions. Once it seemed like you had calmed down enough, he pulled away and looked down to you with a smile. "Feel a little better?" He asked, wiping away some of the tears with his thumb. "A little..." You mumbled, hiding your face away again, the sound of his heart beat comforting you. "Let's get up and take a shower. Rise that gross memory away." He said softly, sitting up while you stayed, cuddling into the bed more as you didn't want to move. He stared down to you for a moment and rolled his eyes. "C'mon, get up, let's go." He said, pulling you up and out of the bed with ease.
You whined but held onto him as he carried you into the bathroom. "Do I need to help you get undressed or can you do that yourself?" Draven asked, setting you on the counter. He stood between your legs, making you blush and shake your head, pushing him away as you got up. "Just wait outside." You said quickly, voice still a little shaky from crying. With a small sigh, you closed the door and changed into the nude. You turned on the water and waited for a moment before getting in. It was still a bit cold for your liking but it didn't bug you, washing away the day felt nice. Draven knocked at the door and asked, "May I come in?" You mumbled out a yea before hearing the door squeak open. "Its just a change of clothes." He said before closing the door again. After a few more minutes of just sitting under the water, you stepped out and dried off, seeing that he brought a pair of comfy clothes for you to wear.
With a small smile, you slipped them on. When you got to the shirt you noticed it was big on you, making you blush when you realized it was Dravens. And it was still warm. You couldn't help but blush more knowing that he had given you the shirt off his back to wear. As soon as you stepped out if the bathroom, Draven instantly swept you off your feet, causing you to yelp and cling onto him. "I hate that you can do that..." You mumbled out, hiding your face. He chuckled and hugged you close. "You smell so much better." He mumbled, barely fluent enough for you to understand. "H-huh?" You pulled back and looked at him, blush traveling to your ears at this point.
Draven tilted his head like the big puppy he is. "What?" He asked, convincingly pretending like he didn't say anything. "You... Nevermind." You said softly, hugging him close as he carried you into the living room. Little did you know, Draven only made you shower cause you, to him, smelled gross, even if you were dressed in your best cologne. You smelled like a man he hated, someone disgusting. Which is also why he gave you his shirt, opting to rock the tank underneath. "Draven you didn't have to do all this..." You said, seeing all the snacks and blankets laid out for the two of you.
"No. But, I wanted to." He said, setting you on the couch. Draven didn't let you move as he wrapped you in blankets, giving you drinks and snacks to choose from. Even though you thought he would snuggle up under the blanket with you, he didn't. Draven made himself cozy next to you, turning on the TV and putting on your favourite thing to watch. The more you thought about it, why did he go out of his way to do all these things? You weren't together but he almost treated you like you were. While you thought and went over the possibilities in your head, you were unintentionally staring at him. He could only assume what you were thinking but ended up asking, "What about me?"
This time, you tilted your head. "What?" "What about me?" He asked again, locking eyes with you as you thought for a moment. You didn't fully understand what he asked at first before realizing. He was asking, what if you dated him instead? "I... I didn't think you were into guys..." You said softly, having only ever seen him with girlfriends before. Draven glanced away awkwardly. "I wasn't. At least I didn't think I was." He said softly, looking back to you with a small smile. "Not until I met you." Draven paused for a second and bit his lip gently. "I didn't actually break up with my last girlfriend cause she was bad or anything... I broke up with her cause spending time with you made me realize I was actually into men. I was into you, specifically." He pauses and chuckles. "I mean, I'm still into you but-" You didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
Dravens hands naturally found their way to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. "Is there anything else important you need to tell me?" You asked once the two of you pulled away, keeping your eyes locked with his. Draven was contemplating if he should be honest or not. "I'm a werewolf?" He said, almost questioning what he said. Your brows furrowed, before a small smile a laugh left you. After your small giggle session you realized he was dead serious. "I dont believe you." You said, looking at him, slightly concerned. "Earlier when I picked you up, I said that you smelled better." He stated, one hand making its way up to cup your cheek. "You smelled like that prick still, his scent was all over you." Draven said, leaning in and nuzzling his nose in your neck. "Now you smell like me." He whispered, making you blush again, still unsure how to react to his sudden reveal. "I-I'm not sure if I fully believe you on that..." Draven pulled back and tilted his head.
"On the whole sudden Werewolf reveal..." You said softly, still being a bit shocked at the possible fact that he's a werewolf. Draven thought for a moment before using one of his large hands to cover your eyes. You protested at the sudden lack of sight and tried to pry his hand away but he wouldn't move. After a minute, he let go and you blinked a couple times. Your brows furrowed again when you saw two wolf ears sitting atop his head, perked and focused solely on you. "Haha, very cute." You said, thinking he was actually joking. You reached up and grabbed one of the ears, pulling on it gently only to realize it was actually attached to his head. "Wait seriously?" You asked, other hand shooting up to pet his other ear. They're super soft for a wolf. Draven blushed softly and nodded as you nearly crawled into his lap to pet and scratch behind his ears. He couldn't help but hide his face in your neck when you noticed he had a tail that was happily wagging behind him.
"Oh gods youre too cute..." You mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Draven hugged you close and kissed at your neck gently. "Is this ok?" He asked, making you nod and ask him to keep going. Dravens kisses were slow and sweet, as if he was savoring you, making you shiver. "Draven..." You mumbled out, hugging him as well when he pulled back to rest his chin on your shoulder. "You're too good for that asshole." He said, keeping you pressed up against him. Draven laid back, keeping you close while you snuggled into him, his tail still swishing against the couch. "I think we could work." You said, nuzzling your face into his neck this time. Draven smiled and squeezed you tight for a moment before loosening his grip again. "I'd like that."
#male x male reader#werewolf male x male reader#x male reader#xmalereader#monster x male reader#male monster x male reader#monster male#exophilia#m4m#monster lover#mxm#male reader
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Personal Pillow 2
Bucky x female reader
You are Bucky’s favorite pillow and he just discovered something very interesting. My second request from the lovely @slutforsexyseabass this was SO cute that I did 3 parts :)
Warnings: Fluff!! Boobs, pierced nipples
Word count: 950
Part 1: Personal Pillow
Part 3: Bad Habits
Personal Pillow antics
Personal Pillow 3
“Where is it…”
Bucky mumbled to himself, packing for a quick mission, rummaging through his closet searching for his blue Henley. This wasn’t the first one to go missing; black, grey, his favourite red one, all gone from his closet. There was only one place it could be. He shook his head, smiling to himself. “That little thief”
Bucky made his way downstairs, finding you sprawled on the couch as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone.
“Gotcha!”
“OOF-
You felt the weight of the heavy super soldier rest on you, as he lifted the blue Henley so he could snuggle against your boobs, peeking at you from inside, with a devilish little smirk.
“I knew you took my shirt”
“Cause they’re comfy” You giggled, resting your hands on top of him so you could continue scrolling on your phone. You’d grown accustomed to Bucky randomly coming and cuddling up on your chest. It made him feel safe and protected. He loved shoving his head under your shirt, hiding from the rest of the world.
You felt Bucky squirm, readjusting himself, huffing at the feeling of your bra. Bucky didn’t have many enemies that bothered him too much, but your bra? The one thing that had been keeping him from his favourite place? A barrier he couldn’t just tear down with his brute strength? Public enemy #1. He couldn’t just take it off you; after all you were just friends (even though he desperately wanted more).
“You okay in there?”
You could tell he something was annoying him as he continued to fidget under your shirt. Bucky shook his head, narrowing his eyes at the cotton garment, silently threatening it, before pulling his head back out, his fluffy hair sticking up from all ends.
“Yup. I should probably start packing; Sam said we have to leave soon”
Bucky got up, pecking a quick kiss on your hair, going back to his packing.
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With Bucky away, you happily lounged around in just his shirt, without your bra. The truth was you weren’t a fan of bras at all but ever since you’d both gotten closer, you stuck to wearing them not wanting Bucky to feel uncomfortable. You figured the bra helped act as a boundary; whenever he wanted to cuddle, he wouldn’t have to worry about having his face right on your boobs (Not that you would mind. At all. Seriously). You also hoped it helped mask the way the heat shot up in your chest each time he laid his head down, making your heart race (he noticed).
As soon as the jet landed, Bucky took off, ecstatic the mission finished early, making his way straight to you. You weren’t in the kitchen or common room, meaning you were probably upstairs in his room. He couldn’t remember the last time you slept in your own bed.
Bucky dropped his bags at the door, grinning when he saw you sprawled on his bed, too heavily engrossed in the show you were watching to notice he was back. He threw off his jacket, taking two long strides to the bed, flopping on top of you, shoving his head under your shirt. Your nearly shrieked as you realized what he was doing, but it was too late.
“Bucky wai-
Bucky’s eyes grew wide for a moment, blinking a few times before his head shot back out. He looked at you, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, did he see that correctly? His head moved faster than his brain, shoved his head back in your shirt, his breath hitching at the little sparkly jewellery on your nipples- wait.
Nipples?!
Bare titties.
No bra.
No bra?
No bra!
All logic flew out the window as Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you, shoving his face into your boobs, sighing happily at how soft your bare skin felt against his. You froze for a moment, giggling feeling his beard rubbing against you, tickling you.
“B-Bucky! Stop! Your beard tickles!”
He paused for a second, the squirming under your shirt stopping before resuming again.
“No”.
Bucky squished his face in as much as he could, inhaling your scent, a yawn escaping his lips as he nuzzled against you.
“Someone’s comfy in there”
Bucky shuffled out of your shirt, his face red as he realized he spent a good while nuzzling against your bare chest.
“S-sorry, I-I didn’t realize…”
“It’s okay Buck”
You giggled, blushing as Bucky sat up, toying with the hem of your shirt, his heart racing seeing your nipples poking through the thin material.
“Uh, You-they’re pierced?”
You nodded, pulling your top up to show him. Bucky’s breath hitched, focused on the dainty jewellery you had on.
“You-You can still cuddle if you want, I-I don’t mind” Your voice was hardly above a whisper as Bucky pulled you close to him, carefully laying on top of you.
“Can-can I touch them?”
You nodded, as Bucky cupped your breast, toying with your nipple slightly, loving the way the soft flesh felt in his hands. He closed his eyes, still fidgeting with your nipple ring, rolling the peaked bud between his fingers.
“Does it hurt?”
“Nope, I’ve had them for a while so it’s fine”
Bucky smiled to himself, kneading your boobs in his hands, preening to you like a cat.
“So soft…y/n?”
“Yes?”
“I love you”
You cupped Bucky’s face, pressing your lips to his, your heart fluttering a million miles a minute.
“I love you too James, so much”
“Y/n?”
“Yes bubba?”
“You’re never wearing a bra ever again”
You giggled, as he continued his ministrations, completely in his own world. This latest discovery was going to lead to some very interesting habits.
Part 1: Personal Pillow
Part 3: Bad Habits
Personal Pillow antics
Personal Pillow 3
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Okey, hear me out.
Chris Mclean with a wife that is just THICC. Like she Has a bit of a chubby tummy with big thights, chest, behind etc.
She Has them amazing curves AND also is really sweet and caring towards everyone. You just look at her and you think "How the hell did Chris git with her?" And when you meet her you'r even more confused. Idk I just Imagine Chris be the kind of dude to find any excuse to ley his head on you cuz you just so comfortable and soft <33 and when you fell backpains cuz of you'r breasts he hires the best massagers[or just does it himself ;)]
If you'r uncomfortable its ok. But just let me know then so I don't wait like an idiot.
I hope you'll have a lovely day!
(sorry for aby gramer or spelling errors, English is not my first lenguage)
👀 pixar mom reader confirmed?? I’ll be for real, this was a lot of fun to write, and don’t worry about grammar mistakes! Thank you for the request and may you all enjoy and have a lovely day too~
CHRIS MCLEAN X “THICC”! WIFE! READER HEADCANONS
No one could deny how attractive you were.
Your own husband couldn’t resist you for more than half a day.
“Chriiis, what are you doing?” a question that often left your mouth imbued a different answer each time from Chris.
“You’re comfy, (Y/N).” his usually loud voice blocked by his face sinking as far as he could into your covered cleavage.
"Aren’t you honest!" you gently nudge his head,"But we have an episode to get to in two minutes, so if you just wanna...” you step back, forcing Chris into solitary.
He huffs, before getting an amazing idea- he puts his hand over his eyes,“Oh no! I can’t see where I’m going! Is this...” he zombie walks towards you and readjusts his head back on the natural pillow of your chest before you could properly make a run for it,“I made it to bed! Alright, I’m gonna stay right here until I regain my sight!”
“Chris!” you squall, finding displeasure that he wasn't taking you seriously and wasn't getting off so easily this time, with the hand he used to blind himself now tightened around you,“Come onn, there’ll be plenty of time to do this after we shoot the episode!”
“Just five more minutes, please (Y/N)!”
Not on days like that, albeit you do dress up in a bunny fit for him.
“You know I’m very fertile, Chris.” you press yourself up against him enticingly on his lap,“As fertile as a bunny rabbit can be.”
“I can tell.” his voice sounded composed, but his face was crazy red,“Can never get enough of your legs though. You know that you could choke someone with just one thigh, right?”
My, that sounds dangerous!,“Oh dear... I’m not that heavy, am I?”
“Never! It’s like I always say... Everything about you is awesome. Everything. From the top of your head to the core of your skeleton.”
“Well, that’s relieving...” You feel his hand exploring about on your round back,“How do you like these fishnets? Wore them just for you.”
His hands then squeeze through the space between under your thighs and the top of his lap, masking his extreme prurience with his dismissive,“Duh. Who else would you wear them for?”
With the contestants, you’re very friendly to them.
Like once beginning with brushing Lindsay’s hair,“Lindsay, you have such beautiful hair."
The “dumb princess” giggles,“I knoww! It’s the prettiest bare here!”
From the wide distance in which Chris stood from, he snaps a photo of you tending to Lindsay with his camera,“Aww!”
Seeing that strengthened Cody’s confidence to approach the hot host,“Hey Chris... I need to ask you advice on something.”
“Sure thing dude, what’s up?” Chris grinned, not taking his eyes off his camera.
“It’s..." the geek takes a breath,"How do you get girls?”
“You say exactly what’s on your mind.”
“Well, I do...” his voice quiet,“But every time I speak, Gwen looks at me like I’m a donkey carcass!”
"Sucks to be you, can’t relate one bit.”
Cody was about to whine his way into defending himself had he not fully noticed Chris’ lack of presence in the conversation. He was...taking pictures?
“Uh...why are you taking photos of (Y/N) when you get to see her everyday? If anyone should be taking pictures, it should be me!” He really didn’t think with that one.
“I know dude, but she’s into photography and she reaaaaaally likes having her pictures taken. It’s a favour for her and I.” he suddenly turns to Cody, washing a scowl on his face,“Save your photo taking skills for someone else, okay? Not on my someone who’s like old enough to be your mom. That’s just gross.”
Meanwhile with the girls:
“(Y/NNN), you should really reconsider your marriage.” Beth advises with a glum glaze reflecting off her glasses.
Confusion bubbles your mind,“What do you mean?” you ask, placing Lindsay’s brush down as you began dividing her hair into smaller sections.
“What does Beth mean?“ Sadie repeated like you were crazy,“(Y/N), you’re like a super goddess compared to Chris! He doesn’t deserve you.”
“Yeah, what Sadie said! I was thinking that too!” After Katie spends a minute gushing with Sadie about their unbreakable friendship, she turns back to you with concern,“But for real, you’re WOAH and there, Chris is...” she doesn’t feel the need to finish it, which takes you by surprise.
“Aww, what? He’s way more WOAH than I am!”
“That’s not true...” Bridgette curiously comments,“What do you see in that guy?”
“He makes me laugh.”
Pause.
Courtney’s the first to boom,“Seriously? There’s about ten thousand other men that can do that and not be as horrible as Chris is!”
“Ohh, but Chris isn’t horrible!” you exclaim, dropping Lindsay’s hair to clasp your hands for the moment,“He’s a wonderful guy! The most wonderful man I’ve met in my entire life!”
“(Y/N)... You’re too nice.” Gwen breathes out exasperated, gothic view floats to your symmetrically defined waist,“Have you tried modelling before?”
“I have, yes, but I was rejected for not fitting the standards.”
“Impossible!” Lindsay flips her head around on impulsive shock. Thanks to her extensive hair length, it barely made a difference to the styling process.
“Possible. They said I wasn’t what they were looking for and told me to surgically change myself before reaching out to them again. As if!” you do the next batch of golden dyed hair,“While the experience wasn’t ideal, it reminded me of something that even as a grown woman I need to be careful of. At the time, I was actually willing to lose a part of me that I was perfectly fine with for the sake of a runaway platform. Doesn’t that sound ridiculous? To do all that for one place? Let this resonate that you as young girls should never feel that you need to ruin what you were naturally given to feel loved or pretty. If something or someone doesn’t accept you for who you are naturally, the relationship was not meant to be and you mustn’t dwell on them. Don’t do things to yourself that aren’t for yourself.”
You had done the final twist in the band of Lindsay’s hair.
...
All they could think by the end of it was
How the hell did Chris get with her.
Back to some private examples with lover man.
“I’m so exhausted!” you fall down in your armchair, groaning to Chris,“I could do with a new bra...”
He smirked,“That one you’re wearing too small?”
“Or I’m too big.” your hands shoot up through your shirt to unclip it, freedom freezing off the tension around your shoulders,“It’s hard to breathe sometimes, you know? These balls of feminine fat hang on my chest doing nothing all day, but weigh me down and kill my back! Sometimes I envy women with smaller boobs, they can move as much as they please and don’t need to spend hours on hours searching for clothes!”
“Yeah uh, I don’t think comparing yourself in this case is gonna help you feel better.” a cheeky glint fires across his pupils, his voice rasping gingerly,“How about a nice massage instead? All it costs is your love!”
A tease of your own climbs up on your lips,“And by love, you mean a week’s worth of getting to sleep on me?”
“Huh? Oh no, of course not!” Liar. Look at how happy he was to do something for someone else. It was exactly what he wanted.
“Okay, okay.” you laugh and trudge to the bed, preparing to undress yourself.
Like Chris was gonna allow any masseuse, no matter how good they were, to see your body the way he could.
Especially if he could get a personal reward out of it.
You intentionally moaned when his fingers dug deep into your rhomboids.
“Better?” his tone still mischievous and salient.
You nod, sitting up and sighing in relief,“Much better... You’ve improved your technique, haven’t you?”
He scratches the back of his head, smiling sincerely,“You noticed? Well, of course, only the best for you.”
“Aw, aren’t you the best husband anyone can ask for?” you push yourself off the bed and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his flustered cheek,“Thank you. Now who’s ready for a good night sleep?”
#tdi x reader#total drama#chris mclean#request#total drama island chris#chris mclean x reader#td chris#tdi#total drama chris mclean#td chris mclean x reader
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I wanna see your head canons on what their fins would look like! (I can imagine everytime they feel happy and warm their tail glows)
Authors note: These are my personal headcannons for the mermaid AU. I might change them in latter stories but I feel pretty comfy with where they are right now. They where all just sorta ideas I have floating around but I hope you like them! Also I actually had the idea of their eyes glowing when they get happy but decided not to add it, so your not that far off with the tail ♡
Shoji has eight silver colored tentacles with a dark blue under belly. His suction cups are a slightly lighter blue and his beak is the same color as the top. I can imagine him being a bit self conscious about it and usually keeping it covered up by the tentacles, kinda like his mask in the anime.
Koda has motly white tail with red details. His tail actually resembles a seahorse but much bigger to support all of his weight above water
Sato's tail is a a soft brown color with black and white stripes. I imagine his tail with a sorta puffy feel to, not supper puffy though, kinda like puffy stickers. It resembles a sort of clownfish look with brown instead of orange.
Ida has a dark blue tail with one of his bottom fins being made out of metal parts, think like toothless from HTTYD. I imagine he would have made it either himself or with Momo's help.
Sero has a long black tail with white puffy streak all around it. The streaks look a lot like tape, to match his original universes quirk.
Shoto has a half red half white tail that colors switch places with his hair. I imagine that he might have a few darker spots on his tail from his past.
Momo has a red tail with beutifull yellow fins at the bottom. It's a pretty basic mermaid tail but it has a little of a rough texture than the original sleek mermaid scales.
Bakugo has a ash blonde tail with large swirls of orange and black. His tail kinda resembles a catfish in all ways except color.
Kirishima has a red tail with specks of black that resembles a shark. I would imagine that Kirishima would sorta be the protection of the pack so his tail would have scars and possibly a healed bite mark out of one of the fins.
Ojiro has a thick skin colored tail with a small tuff of fins at the end. It kinda looks like his tail from the original universe but is more smooth.
Aoyama has a shiny white and yellow tail that has a sort of sequins look to it. He has the ability to change the colors to fit in with the environment but he says that these colors make him ✨️sparkle✨️ more.
Denki had a bright electric yellow tail with little black marking that happen to look like lightning bolts. His tail takes resemblance to a electric eel.
Izuku's tail is a beutifull emerald green with freckles of red and white. The fins are a bit longer than the average mer-man, it is a pretty yellow and looks slightly tattered and torn (Probably from how reckless he is).
Mina, as stated before, has a glimmering pink and yellow tail. Her tail is very strong and has some visible muscles, but not a ton.
Tokoyami had a dark black tail with a white under belly, like a orca.
Uraraka has a pretty white tail with large splotches of pink and brown, it kinda looks like boba.
Jiro had a shorter but strong looking purple tail with flowy fins that resemble earphone jacks hanging from her side.
Hagakure has a long almost clear tail that resembled that of a jelly fish.
Tsu has a beutifull green tail with black swirly stripes all along it. It resembles that of a tadpole. Her type of mermaid is supposed to grow legs but hers somehow stayed like a tadpoles.
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cletho 80s au! +some other goobers
design notes under the cut
feel free to ask about this au!
so cleos looks are obviously based on her limited life/secret life skin. i wanted it to be a bit more casual, more like an outfit she'd be wearing in public than one she's working out in. a lot of neon, a lot of high waisted, very 80s.
ethos outfit isn't as directly 80s inspired. i moreso wanted it to be a plausible outfit for the decade rather than directly inspired by the decade. it also fits ethos character more in the au. hes kind of a delinquent, so the mask and the oversized jacket help hide his identity. doesnt hide the white hair though. he's also overall less eye-catching than cleo, so compared to her, he kinda blends into the background.
the characters on the bottom are each kind of based on a certain 80s subcultures/stereotype. kind of.
bdubs doesnt fit with this design logic. he's kind of a time traveler in this au, so he has a more timeless outfit. he still gets a turtleneck and high tops because those are fun though.
bigb also isn't based on anything specific. he mostly just has staple pieces that were popular in the 80s, like his cardigan and cargo pants. he gets to be comfy. also his hair was so fun to draw.
lizzie has a very preppy style. i wanted her to look like she was either getting back from studying or about to play tennis. i considered actually giving her a tennis racket buttt i decided not to. the pink hair doesnt really fit but it wouldn't be lizzie without it lol.
joel is based on a punk style, inspired by his bad boys outfit, obvs. no real design notes, except i added rips to his jeans (for cool points), gave him platforms (so he could be the same height as lizzie), and gave him a collar (again for cool points). i like how he turned out.
grian is of course based off the archetypical nerd, because i wanted to give him a sweater vests. i actually love sweater vests, but i can never figure out how to style them except with a button up underneath. so thats what he gets. the knee patches on his slacks are purple, as a subtle watcher nod and also because if i dont add color i will die. his bowl cut is very silly.
ill draw other traffic characters later but i only had room for so many
#traffic smp#zombiecleo#ethoslab#ldshadowlady#smallishbeans#bdoubleo100#bigbst4tz#grian#80s au#trafficshipping#fanart
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Since Halloween is coming this idea popped into my mind
How would the slashers react to their S/O stealing their clothes and wearing them and the slasher catches them looking in the mirror impersonating them-
Slashers Reacting to S/O Impersonating Them
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Danny Johnson:
Danny could have sworn he left his hunting gear under the bed, and he could have sworn that you said you were going to take a shower. Surely these two things weren't related
"Hey babe, do you know where-" Oh. So that's where they went
He immediately sneaks off to grab Philly and starts taking pictures (flash off so he doesn't get caught ofc)
Danny tries his best to stifle his giggles when you start impersonating him, especially because his coat doesn't quite fit you so the sleeves and straps keep flailing around
He tiptoes behind you to snap a quick picture of the two of you in the mirror before he hugs you
"I should let you wear this more often~" "Only when it's clean~"
As much as he loves seeing you in his gear, he really enjoys taking it off of you
OG!Michael Myers:
It's very hard to get his clothes because he's always... wearing them... but you were able to get him some t-shirts to sleep in!
Lucky for you, this was one of the rare nights where he was actually sleeping, out of his overalls, AND had his mask off
You slip out of bed and get them on as quietly as you can, proudly checking yourself out in the mirror (making a mental note to clean his mask if he'll let you)
He doesn't really do much other than stand and stab, and his clothes are so baggy on you that they make more noise than you'd- uh oh.
Michael sits straight up in the bed, staring right at you in the mirror. His head tilts, eyebrows furrowed while he looks at you before signing.
"Beautiful."
You're thankful the mask hides the blush creeping onto your face before climbing back into the bed, mask back over Michael's face while his arms (and clothes) wrapped around you
RZ!Michael Myers:
He was stomping around your shared space, angry grunts present while he turned the place over looking for his orange mask
In a way, it was sentimental. It was one of the few things he considered a comfort object, and now it was gone
Michael made his way up to your shared bedroom to hide away and sulk before his eyes landed on you, a familiar color gracing your face along with a few spare clothes he had absentmindedly tossed onto the floor.
He paused. You took his mask. The mask he wears more often than not. And for some reason he wasn't upset anymore. You spin around once you feel his eyes on burning a hole into your back, freezing out of instinct
"What'd'ya think?" You're lifted up within seconds, strong arms holding you where he could really examine every detail of his clothes on you
They complimented you just as well as they fit him, even and while he wasn't good at expressing himself with words, he was amazing with actions~
Vincent Sinclair:
The perks of having a partner that preferred to cover his skin to avoid any wax accidents (waxidents as you called them) was that you got to wear his clothes while he was working.
Vincent's big sweater, Vincent's big jacket, it looked surprisingly good on you, and was the epitome of comfort.
So much so that you barely noticed when said partner placed his hand on your shoulder, jolting you from your position on the bed. He pointed to his clothes on you, tilting his head
"Sorry Vinny, they're just really comfy!" Well he couldn't really argue with that-
Vincent took your hand like you would break in his hold, pulling you down to his workshop while bringing out a spare canvas, painting over the sketch he had given up on. He has the perfect reference now
Expect to pose for a while, if he needs you in a different one he'll position you himself, making sure to pepper kisses on you to show his appreciation. He's going to make as much art as possible to preserve this moment.
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hear me out !!
abby n reader doing skincare together,, ur putting a facemask on her after she had a rough day, already having put her in comfy clothes, n shes just basking in the attention and rubbing her hands up your hips and the backs of your thighs and sjhdjdbs ykno ?
also !! i hope ur essay went well ! im sure u did great :3
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teddy ,,,, this killed me ,,,, I literally just did my skincare n comfy clothes, gonna do full selfcare night tomorrow for the full moon <3
she only started doing these elaborate self care rituals when she started dating u, n honestly she loves them. both bc they feel good n make her face soft, but bc u get so focused n u get to take care of her, it's just a win all around. she has u sitting up on the bathroom counter while she's standing in between ur legs, wearing comfy sweats n one of her slutty muscles tees (that anon really fucking got me with this one huh). ur spreading the face mask over her skin, smoothing it with ur hands over her cheeks, her jawline, the curves of her pretty pretty nose, her forehead, making sure not a spot is missed n the mask isn't anywhere it shouldn't be. ur hands are so soft yet so firm bc u want to get this right! u are Laser Focused on her face n she can't help but blush, feeling all happy n relaxed n loved on by her sweet girl <3 all the while, she's rubbing at ur waist, ur thighs, squishing all the soft areas n relishing in the feeling of u under her hands.
never in her life did she expect to be standing at a bathroom counter on a Friday night, being pampered by the prettiest girl she's ever met, looking forward to watching say yes to the dress: Atlanta n very carefully eating Thai food so that she doesn't fuck up the mask. she wouldn't trade it for the world though <3
I'm literally gonna start crying teddy nonnie I want her so bad :( also the paper was ahhhh I don't like writing for history papers bc it's not fun, I way prefer my work for English :)
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no one asked for this but i was in the kitchen makin instant ramen and poleaxed by the thought of landoscar puppy play post-melbourne in the style of a fic i thought was gemjam's but now can't find where mark webber gave his then-protegee mitch evans a collar to help with homesickness anyway whatever have some fuckin words
edit: fuck's sake cassian obviously it was a collar and a kiss by zeraparker
mild warning for hopelessly undernegotiated kink
"Don't you ever get homesick?" Oscar could count the number of people he'd less like to be having this conversation with than Lando Norris on one hand and one of them's the bored immigration officer who had to tell him he'd not got his passport stamped right in Doha.
Lando snaps his gum, looking up to the ceiling like he's actually thinking about it. "No? Not really. I was sick of fucking Bali over Christmas, jesus and I don't want to go back to Dubai but like, home is everywhere innit?"
"No." Oscar closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose. Obviously Lando doesn't experience this, he could literally drive to his parents' house on half a tank of fuel, straight out of the MTC car park. Straight from Oscar's flat, where for some reason he's letting Lando crash as though him seeing the post-Australia comedown is a good idea.
"Hmm." Hearing Lando think is always disturbing. "Well, what can I do about it?"
Oscar has to open his eyes again in disbelief. 'What do you mean do about it?"
Seeing Lando cocking his head on one side, like a dog, makes something painful sear across Oscar's temples. "You're sad, I want to fix it. Max always-"
"Don't tell me about that." He can't hear about Max Fewtrell right now. The guy haunting the garage all weekend was enough. Oscar doesn't need a reminder he's not Lando's first anything, needs to keep the thoughts about breaking up with his girlfriend so they can properly be a thing to himself.
"Well." Lando is literally sitting on his hands. "Then you have to tell me about it yourself."
Thing is, this is too much. It's not the kind of thing he should share with Lando. Lando who he just got team-ordered for, Lando who he needs to match the tyre management of, Lando who will sit there and smile angelically and get his fucking way on anything they ever diverge on about feedback.
Oscar's clenching his jaw so hard he can almost feel the ache where they took his wisdom teeth, though. Another thing he didn't know he'd really miss this much.
"You can't fucking laugh at me." Why's he said that, for fuck's sake? Lando laughs at everything, would probably do it at a funeral in his weird, stressed-out way when he doesn't know how to socially behave.
"Ok." Lando's eyes are very big and he's looked up from his phone. "I can order TimTams on Uber Eats?"
That's actually quite sweet. But not what Oscar needs right now.
"Just - stay here." Lando's fucking weird, he's probably into some of this shit himself. If not something freakier, lying around his Monaco flat in a gimp mask, suffocating himself or god-knows-what shit.
It doesn't take long to find the box. Oscar's consciously never accumulated too much stuff in this flat, like he might have to move out of it any time. Like everything might have to go in a suitcase because the contract review board said it's over, kiddo, go back down under and pretend you understand your dad's business enough to pay him back.
It's not got very much in. Oscar doesn't like to wear too much, when he's like this. Just a t-shirt and shorts or his boxers. He doesn't think he's ready for Lando to see him shirtless, like this, make his eyes crinkle up in glee at how much of Oscar he can touch.
It'd be better if Lando did it, if someone put it on for him but that's too complicated to ask for, so Oscar does it himself, mostly. Puts the soft shorts on, an old Prema shirt that's a little too tight to wear outdoors but feels comfy, soft, reassuring on his skin.
The ears are easy but the collar. He can't do that, himself. Can't give himself the ball, the well-chewed, if pristinely laundered, beanie toy. Whines, unhappily, about it.
"Osc-" obviously, Lando heard him. The sounds of him chaotically standing up, nearly falling over Oscar's rug and stumbling towards his bedroom door, are already clattering through the flat. "Can I come in?"
He just whines again, an animal thing. Oscar needs permission, like this, doesn't give it.
"Ok you better not be dying because I never finished the first aid-" Lando stops in the doorway. "Oh."
Oscar sinks to the floor, his knees bending beneath him, shoving the box at Lando before he folds down on his knees and elbows, looking up at the guy he's supposed to do anything to beat.
"Good..." Lando moves his mouth around for a moment, licks his lips. "Puppy?"
He doesn't have a tail to wag, although he has thought about one of the plugs, sometimes. Objectively, the bit of Oscar's brain that's still somewhat functioning says wiggling his arse must make him look ridiculous, especially when he paws at the box and whines again.
Lando crouches down, touches the ears. "Do you want to go out?"
Oscar cringes back, shaking his head violently. God, imagine the headlines.
"Ok." Lando does his head-cock thing again, then sticks his hands into the box. "Do you want your collar?"
It's pretty shameful, the way Oscar crawls forward so easily, smushes his face against Lando's knee and maybe he should have asked about this properly but Lando goes easily, scritching behind Oscar's ear. "Oh you're such a good boy, look at you."
Lando fumbles the collar for a second, not getting the buckle right the first time and it's nearly uncomfortable enough Oscar stands up, right back out of it but then it goes and it's snug and tight and good, Lando's hand in his hair.
"Are these your toys?" Lando shifts to kneeling, lets Oscar get his head right in his lap, nuzzling against Lando's stomach through the pouch of his hoodie. He doesn't need to answer that one, it's pretty obvious.
"Well, I don't think Oscar would want you breaking his stuff, so I'm going to leave the ball here." The third person is a jolt, like a nod to camera but it feels right. Oscar is elsewhere, can worry about that later.
"Come on then, good dog." Lando stands up, with the beanie toy in hand. It's a koala, a stupid joke. "Come and play, then."
It's not a comfortable flat to get through on your hands and knees, hard wooden floor jarring him in a way that'll probably bruise a bit, tomorrow. Lando's walking easily, waggling the beanie like he thinks he needs to keep Oscar interested.
Not Oscar. Puppy. It feels good.
Lando pushes the coffee table away, scraping on the floor in a way Oscar's landlord will probably have an opinion about when he comes to pay the deposit back. But puppies don't worry about that kind of thing, so Oscar just crawls over to where Lando's sitting, legs spread and outstretched, on the rug.
"Come on," Lando holds out the beanie, waving it by Oscar's mouth. "You want this, yeah?"
Oscar growls, nips at it. It's not the toy he wants, really, just the -
Ah, perfect. Lando pulls Oscar forward by the toy, right on top of him as he leans back. Oscar can paw him like his, Lando laughing delightedly and twisting away.
It's - he's seen the video, McLaren posted it for some national day or something last year - the same way Lando plays with his family's dog. Silly, rolling around the floor, letting Oscar half-hump him while Lando's shrieking and trying to get out of his grip, only to dive back in, wrestling with Oscar.
The rug scoots across the floor under them and they nearly crash into the telly, Oscar ending up on his back, against the sofa, Lando tickling his tummy but the toy in Oscar's mouth, triumphant.
"Are you submitting? Are you letting me lead the pack?" It's a bit on the nose but yeah, maybe. Oscar kicks out a leg, half-heartedly, to show he isn't always going to be ok with that.
"What a good boy." That, he is always ok with. More than human-Oscar would like to admit.
Lando lies down next to him, face a bit flushed and eyes bright from playing. "Always wanted a dog. You can even come to all the races."
#emptyhalf fic#ramen is cold now bad vibes#but then again it was the indomie chicken flavour so not exactly storming anyway#why does NOWHERE ever have the hot pepper one ffs#clearly the best one#though i do respect that og chicken comes in a giant pack called a hungriman and an even bigger one called beliful
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Can we pretty please get some fluff Dottore content 🛐
HELL YEAH YOU CAN!! i’m always down to write dottore stuff he is my babygirl. yesterday my bestie and i were talking about how we just want dottore to be our househusband lmao
okay so i’m writing this based on the theory that dottore is zandik, the academia student who got expelled for accidentally killing one his peers. if you don’t know that theory i made a youtube video about it lol always be plugging!
so like. i’m asking you to suspend ur disbelief and pretend that dottore isn’t 100% evil for a second (yes i know i’m delusional for saying that idc i love him)
dottore seems like he has an um… obsessive personality… aka he would be completely enamored with his s/o almost to a fault but that’s okay. you probably don’t care if you love dottore lmao
so i can totally see his s/o basically consuming his thoughts, he probably brags about you to his subordinates and the other harbingers all the time. (they’re honestly sick of it at this point but if any of them tell him that he’s too obsessed with you he’ll human experiment on them lol)
his love language is physical touch there i said it!!!!! he loves cuddling with you so bad, he likes it when you sit in his lap and rest your head against his shoulder while his arms are around your waist
head in hands i love him
okay so you know how dottore wants to “improve” and “enhance” humans with his weird robo science or whatever? not you he thinks you’re perfect, you are the apex of the human condition and he will tell you every chance he gets
idk why but dottore gives me honk shoo snoring vibes. completely unrelated but i thought i should share with the class
dottore’s job as a harbinger is very demanding of his time so when you can’t be with the real one he just sends one of his clones to you!! i like the idea of them having a shared consciousness (or something similar?) so it’s really just like he never left
THAT BEING SAID
when the real dottore comes back say bye to the clone because the real one wants you to himself
play with his hair. he loves it so much (i’m projecting bc his hair is so gender)
omg the overwhelming urge to steal his big dumb coat and wear it without telling him!!!!!! at first he’d be pissed like “wtf where my clothes 🧍♀️” but when he sees that you have it he’s not mad anymore lol. he is more than willing to share with his s/o and also it makes him feel like you belong to him
and now for my final special attack: dottore taking off his mask in front of you for the first time
personally i hc there’s some really bad scars/burns under there that he’s very insecure about so he never really takes off his mask
it’ll probably take a while for him to feel comfy showing you what he really looks like because he’s afraid that you won’t want him anymore when you see :(
kissing his scars while he tries not to cry happy tears bc you still love him (he’s failing, he cried for sure)
dottore feels very lucky to have you!! after all of the atrocities he’s committed (pre removal of guilt from his arsenal of emotions i guess) he thought he didn’t deserve love but you’re so good to him and he cherishes you more than you’ll ever know
anyway. stan dottore i guess
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin#dottore x reader#il dottore x reader
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False Reality part 3
Ghost/Soap | Si-Fi AU
Subject Lieutenant Simon Riley Human space forece
Days in simulation: 6 SGD
Days till asserting: 6 SGD
The first time something relay strange happend since he passed out is when he listens to some really old song from the 2000s while doing push ups, still a very frustrating low amount of push ups.
Can't count the years on one hand
That we've been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better
It's not a walk in the park
To love each other
But when our fingers interlock
Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it
They just came back from a mission where things gone to shit. Since Soap broke up with Sergeant Marvin Schneider he made it a habit again to stargaze from on of their favourite hidden spots of the HSS Churchill. He feels dumb for doing so the last 20 or so missions Soap did not show up to stargaze together so why should he this time? And still he stits here again for hours just in case sometimes checking their other spots before returning here. They are inthe orbit of a earth like planet and you have a fantastic few at the other planets and moons of this solar system. He's wearing just a old comfy sweatshirt and sweatpants. His face is hiden under the hood rested against the window while he looks at the scene in front of him. He nearly didn't hear the steps apraoching in this rally visited part if the base ship the 141 is stationed, thats why its so perfect to just watch the parts of the universe they are currently visiting. He needs a bit longer then he likes to reconiases the steps as Soaps. His heart beat fastens in exitment and a small amount of hope is filling him. The footsteps stop in front of him and Ghost has do to anything to not keep looking at the stars and not at Johnny. Nothing happens for a while and the hope is slowly ripped out if him by dread. What if Soap just goes what if their friendship didn't survive the 2 year shitt show realtionship Soap,just left 9 months ago. The only clue he has is Soap nervously tapping his feet in the ground and he finally moves his unmask face to look at Soap. The Sergeant is bitting his lower lip clearly thinking, his eye widen when he realises that Ghist is not wearing his mask. Ghost jsut pulls his legs closer to himself to make more space for Soap, an inventation from his site. Soap smiles at him before stitting across from Ghost in the opening. "You eh did this all the time the past two years?", Soap ask while looking out the window. "More or less", Ghost answers vaguely no need to tell Soap he rearrange his cabin so he can sit on his bed to watch the starts while resting his head against the glas. "I see", Soap just says sounding small. Ghost just has the tiniest smile on his face the happiness of them maybe doing this together again. Watching the stars together after a mission when they still to full of adrenalin from the mission, when sleep is not coming again, their is time to file before they are send down on a planet. The only reason Ghost keep doing it was because it rembered him who thinks use to be, when nobody ever thought that Ghost and Soap can't work together anymore, before the misunderstandings and jealousy nearly ripped the 141 a part.
And after all this time, I'm still into you
I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you (I'm into you)
And baby, even on our worst nights
I'm into you (I'm into you)
Let 'em wonder how we got this far
'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you
They sit there for a bit more then a hour when Ghost notice Soap is shivering. It sometimes happens that Soap gets to cold when they are stargazing, no big deal usally, but now it kinda is a big deal. "Soap?", Ghost ask carefully they didn't spoke since the very beginning. Soap looks in his direction. "You're good?", Ghost ask more out of politeness they both know he don't have to ask. "Forgot how ass cold it is here", Soap complains rubbind his arms to get warmer. Ghost chuckels at this before streaching his legs and opening his arms in an unspoken invertation. A light blush is apearing on Soaps cheeks. Ghost swallows nervously afraid he steped over a line he didn't know existed. They don't do this anymore, haven't in nearly 3 years. Soap moves a bit hesitant before moving in between Ghost legs. A whole mount range is failing from Ghost shoulders when he feels Soaps back against his chest, maybe what they had is can be saved. To test the water Ghost closes one arm lose around Soap the other just he uses to place his head on. They stay like this for a while not knowing what to do hiw far the other allows this to go. "Ghost", Soap breaks the tense silence, Ghost just humms to signal he's listening. "Hug me like you mean it or don't do it at all", Soap says displeased with how thinks are in the moment but still offing a out. "That's an order Sergeant?", Ghost ask sarcastic can't stop the big smile. "Yes", Saop answers clearly nervous and unable to detect the sarcasm. Ghost just closes his arms around Soap placing lifting his chin a bit so Soap can tug himself under there if he wants. And Soap does putting his own arms over Ghosts slitting a bit down so he can rest is head against Ghost collar bones. "To your liking?", Ghost wispers in Soaps hair. "Perfect", Soaps says with a big smile that Ghost haven't seen in a long time. A warm feeling is spearding through Ghost chest realising that even they had two hard years he still feels the same about Soap and he has the feeling it's the same for the Sergeant. "Misst this", Ghost admitted in the now comfortable silence eyes growing heavy as he slowly relaxes. "Me too", Soap yawns cuddeling a bit more into Ghost. The calming heart beat of Ghost, of Simon slowly sing him to sleep.
'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you
I'm still into you
I'm still into you
Ghost graons when the song changes, he has no idea what the fuck just happend. He just knows he lays face down on the mat he uses for exercise as if his arm just gave up mid push up. He turns around so he lays on the back, tears start to run down his eyes. That was the Soap that feels so familiar, the Soap he knows. With his big smile, bratty attitude, the bluest eye he ever saw, his stupid mohawk. He amount of feelings he expirence right now is overwhelming. So he lays there and crys for a while, before the logical parts of his brain are able to start working again. If mohawk Soap is the Soap he knows... who the fuck is this teacher Soap then? If teacher Soap is a imposter of some sort does this mean that Emma is infact his niece and not his daughter? What is with Price, Gaz, his family are they also not real? Something is wrong and he will figure out what. His first stop are the photos in the hallway. Family photos, Tommys and his graduation, Tommys wedding, Joseph birth and at various ages on family vacations. Then his blood freezes a photo of his father. Its looks like its at some sort of gala. It is a picture of his childhood he looks around 10. His father holding a trophy of some sorts, all of them with big smiles. He looks at his own warm big smile and he understands why his mum calls him sunshine now. It can't keep his rage, disgust and hatred at bay he's feeling. He finds a other photo of his father and his stupid shit band Bone Lickers. He takes the picture of the wall and throws it across the hall. He then taps all the other pictures with his father down bringing them in the kitchen. He thinks about just throwing all of them in the trash, while these arching head ache is flaring up again, that had him passed out nearly a week ago. He fights again the pain, while he rips his father out if all the pictures. Blood is dripping down as he's nose started to bleed before he passes out on the kitchen floor.
Simulation in critical condition Subject got sedated.
Recalculation needed
Integrating of other importent persone: Kate Laswell, Rodolfo Parra, Farha Karim, Alex Keller, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Graza
Meanwhile
Soap is angry nothing Ghost was missing for 6 SGD and they found nothing. Well besites a bunch of destroyed Soulless, after they needed 5 days to even find Gjost last location. Je fals on his bed face first while tears are gathering in his eyes. They just started to fix their relationship and now Ghost is MIA. They are curently flying to a black book research facility of the Human Intelligence Agency (HIA) delivering the Soulless corps and meaning with some of Laswells agents. It feels so pointless, he still trys to cling to what Gaz said no blood, so Ghost didn't die or got injured. It could mean he escaped unable to contact them and he he hopes that this is the case. Gjost survived worse then the Soulless trap, he digged himself out of a grave with a jaw bone for fucks sake. It still can't stop the tears running down Soaps face at the moment, the pain in his chest taht makes every breath hurt, the fear that is nesting in his bones. Price told him to not get his hopes up to much, but he dont even know if that can be possible. Every lead they followed needed in them having nothing again and still every lead gives hope rhat Soap needs to keep going. But after every dead end he is in his dark cabin crying, the fear of losing Ghost after they just started to repair their friendship pulling him down. Fear of being to late after wasting 2 years in a realtionship with a person he didn't even loved that much, that he missed the chance of having Simon for himself. The door to his cabin is opening and Gaz is looking at the heartbreaking picture in front of him. He talked Alex in to hacking the door to Ghost cabin so he can steal one of Ghost hoodies for Soap for a littel comfort. "Soap?", Gaz carefully ask in the room, getting no answer. He steps in wanting to quickly drop the hoodie but Soaps sobs let him rethink. He carefully sits on the bed running his hand through Soaps mohawk. "You think they already killed him?", Soap sobs out after several minutes of silence. A cold feeling is running down Gaz spine after Alex was allowed to told them some things regarding the Soulless after the briefing. "HIA found evidence that the Soulless try to turn certain enemy soilders in to Soulless and they think that Ghost would be a candidate for this", Gaz says. "Is that good or bad?" "Good." "How long do we have till its to late?" "They are.not sure they think it depends on the individual. And Ghost is a stubborn fucker so we have probably still time." Soap looks up from the pillow tears and snot running down his face. "Thanks Gaz", he just says before dropping his head again. Gaz pushes Soap a bit so make some space, feeling like he can't leave Soap like this alone. "You dont have to stay I'm just crying." "Soap, you're not 'just crying' you're having the worst time of your life. Let me stay for fucks sake." "No complaints about snot on your shirt then" "Fine."
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All to yourself - Ticci Toby x Fem! Reader
Content warnings: NSFW (mature content ahead), reader is AFAB, very vanilla (might write something more kinky later), sub Toby, blowjobs, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, slight praise kink— enjoy ;)
I originally wrote this a while ago. There might be some grammatical and formating errors. If I catch any issues, I'll try to fix them. I don't write a whole lot of smut, so I hope this isn't too bad!
Finally, you have the house to yourself and you couldn't be happier. Sitting comfy on the couch in your living room, you switch on the TV and put on your favorite show. You shouldn't get too comfortable however, as you know you won't be home alone for long. You hear a knock at your door. You're always told not to open the door to any strangers, but this person— this man, is no stranger to you. You sit up from the couch and walk over to the front door. A chill of excitement runs down your spine and down to your core. You open the door and you're met with a tired, but equally excited man at your door. He's of a rather tall and lanky frame, hunching over slightly to look at you. Brown messy hair covers his hazel eyes and he smells of the outdoors, cheap soap, and a hint of lavender. While such an odor would otherwise be unpleasant, when it's attached to him, it's actually quite nice. It suits him and he isn't unclean. He was still wearing his mask that protected his mouth, but his goggles were nowhere to be seen. He must've forgotten them at the mansion again.
"Toby," you jump up and give him a hug. "I didn't think you'd actually come here!"
"Why wouldn't I?" He stutters slightly as he speaks.
You let him into your home. You're definitely breaking some rules here, but you could care less right now. Before Toby could ask you what you were watching, you turn off the TV. You grab him by the sleeve of his hoodie and drag him to your room. He's just as excited as you are, but just surprised at how fast everything seemed to be moving. He's still not used to the idea of anyone being attracted to him, let alone wanting to sleep with him. You stripped down to only your panties and Toby managed to get his hoodie and shirt off. You pinned him to your bed, his mask was already pulled down. He couldn't remember where he placed them or cared. He looked at you very surprised and his face flushed.
"I'm sorry," you look down lovingly at him. "Is this okay?"
He's frozen for a little bit. You won't do anything until he says so.
"Y-yeah, it's okay," this was more than okay to him. "I love you and um, please keep going."
You lean down, your lips not even an inch away from a kiss.
"Are you sure?" You whisper.
"Yeah," Toby nods slightly.
With that, you both kiss. You let your hands travel down to his chest. He wasn't quite sure what to do with hands so he rested them on your sides. As the kiss deepened, you grinded on the growing bulge in his pants. It's no surprise to you that he's already worked up, as his grip on your hips tighten, kissing sloppily. You break the kiss between you two. You both needed to breathe, after all. You look at him, and he opens his eyes slightly, his lips are puffy and he gives you a lopsided smile. You smile back at him. You move one of your arms under his shirt and run your hand around his chest. He moans at the feeling of your cold hands run down his flat chest then down his tummy. He feels you tug at his jeans. The bulge in his pants was very obvious at this point. You look up at him and he nods, breathless. You move off of him to unbutton and unzip his jeans, still laying beside him. You pull them down quickly along with his boxers. His cock was very much in need of attention, bright red at the tip. It looked almost painful. He couldn't feel any pain, right? You noticed he looked at you nervously, then hiding his eyes with the back of his arm once you noticed. You gave him a slight smile and giggled.
"You're perfect, Toby," you kiss his cheek and begin to stroke his needy cock slowly. "is this okay, honey?"
He felt warm at that pet name. It felt so good, better than his own hands.
"Yes, please go faster," his hips thrusted slightly with the movement of your hands. You do as he asks, upping the pace a bit. He feels his stomach start to tighten. He's going to cum, as so quickly too. Just when he's about to, you stop.
"Why'd you- you- stop??" He cries.
You move down to the floor, on your knees, right in between his legs, and you look his right in the eye.
You take his cock in your hand, give it a kiss, before taking it into your mouth. He closes his eyes tightly, the warm and wet feeling is foreign to him but euphoric at the same time. Your pussy throbs at his excitement, and you slowly take more of him into your mouth. What you couldn't take into your mouth, you stroked with your hand. He wasn't huge by any means. A bit thick, and slightly above average maybe, but you just didn't want to choke. Not yet, anyway. He was about to (again) cum very quickly, but he tried to hold out a little bit. It was all very much for him. You sucked along the side of his cock, drool running down to his balls. You kiss along a very prominent vein and that's what does it for him. He moans, what sounds more like a stifled whine, and shoots a hot load all over your face. His whole body shakes afterwards and all he could see was white as he closed his eyes tight.
"You did very good, sweetheart," you wipe off his cum with your hands, then licking them "are you up for another round?"
You stand up from the floor and lay back on the bed beside him. You brush the hair out of his face, most of it sticking to his forehead from sweat. He looks at you with bright eyes.
"I-I need to do something for y-you," he stutters, feeling a little embarrassed "You did- did- all the work."
"You don't have to-"
Before you could say anything else, he flips himself on top of you, your legs on his shoulders. Oh. And he's hard again.
"I wanna do this with- with- you," He's still trembling slightly, gripping your thighs "If it's okay."
"Yes. Please."
He looks down at his uh…
"Do I have to-"
"I'm on birth control."
That was all he needed. However, he wasn't going to the main event just yet. He ran his hand on your clit and down your folds. You groan a little. He looks at his hand, seeing that you're already very wet. He feels very warm again. He slowly inserts one of his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing at your clit gently. You clearly like this, giving a soft "Tobyyy" as he does so. He starts to curl his finger inside too, eliciting a moan from you. He inserted a second finger in, repeating his same motions from before, only this time a bit faster. You moan again, your pussy clenching his two fingers massaging your g-spot. His thumb is still rubbing circles on your clit. God, he was a natural. And it felt amazing. You might just come undone right now.
He inserts a third finger, at this point he's pistoning his long fingers inside you.
"Does that feel good?"
All you could do was moan and cry in response. He lowered his face to yours, admiring your fucked out expression.
He had the widest smile on his face. You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach and a pressure in your lower stomach. But before you could reach an orgasm, he stopped. Well, guess you did deserve that after what you did to him. But before you could protest, the emptiness in your hole was filled once again by something thicker than his fingers. Your walls clench on his cock. It was much more filling than his fingers, but it didn't hurt as much as it could have, luckily.
"You're tight- tight," he starts to move at a slow pace "Does this hurt?"
"It's fine… ahh-"
He grips your thighs as he continues to ease into your tight hole. Pushing himself till it was all inside and out then back in again. Each thrust began to get firmer and faster as he found a steady rhythm. You brought your hand down to rub at your clit and the feeling intensified. Your moans grew louder. You felt like you could cry.
"Oh god Toby, you're making me feel so good ah-," you cry out. "Please go harder, baby!"
He groans as he starts to thrust even harder. He takes his hands off your thighs and runs his hands over your chest. He looks down at you lovingly with his eyes half lidded. Bits of his hair stick to his face from sweat.
"S-so warm," Toby leans down and buries his head in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him as if someone would try to pull you away. His breathing starts to get more erratic, as well as his thrusts. His moans were getting louder, more breathy and whiny. He was probably going to cum soon. He bites your neck unexpectedly while thrusting at a particular angle. A small scream came out of you.
"Please keep going, baby," you cry as he continues to pound into you at that perfect angle "keep fucking me!"
"I-I think I'm gonna cum soon," you feel him breathe on your neck.
"Me too!"
All you can hear is Toby's hard breathing, skin slapping on skin, and the squelching from your cunt.
Just a few rough circles around your clit and you tightened around him. You nearly screamed as your orgasm cascaded on you in giant waves. Toby moaned breathlessly in your ear. Deep inside you, he cums.
You're both breathing very heavily, still recovering from such strong orgasms. He relaxes, and pulls out of you slowly. Cum oozes out of your abused hole and he can't help but stare. You're nearly asleep as he takes your legs from off his shoulders and flops beside you. You lean into his warm body. You're both very sweaty, but much too tired to care.
"You did a good job Toby."
He gives a tired, lopsided smile.
"You- you did good too," he whispered "I love you."
"I love you too."
In your sluggish state, you could hear the sound of the front door open.
Shit. Your parents are home.
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Some general headcanons about Eric Cartman because he’s my favourite little shit disturber
This is my first post and first time writing stuff like this so be nice 🙏 I am tagging @h-harleybaby because she asked me to when I finally decided to post. Please check her page out, she’s awesome 💕
Also note that Eric is 18+ here, so yea, let’s get it!
Creds to the artist who drew this picture below. I don’t know who drew it though :((
Eric Cartman: Basic Headcanons
Now, I totally get why some people say he would be gross af, but I mean, this boy has suuuuch a massive ego that he would WANT to look and smell his best. Because he’s the best looking and he wants everyone to know, right?
Dude probably has a whole skincare routine. Washes his face regularly, uses moisturizer, facial scrubs, hell he even uses face masks. What a diva 🙄
He literally has perfect skin despite his eating habits and it pisses Kyle off beyond belief.
He’s usually clean shaven. As he gets older he grows out his facial hair somewhat but it doesn’t get very long, just some stubble. Anything longer than that annoys him. He would hate getting food or crumbs in a beard so usually, he stays clean shaven
Showers every other day, or everyday if he can. His hair is usually very fluffy and soft to the touch
Probably smells like cheap cologne and Mountain Dew. That man drinks Mountain Dew like it’s water soooo
He’s not overly tall, he’s about 5’6 or 5’7, maybe 5’8 at the most. Despite being one of the shortest guys, he would rip on someone who’s even an INCH shorter than he is
Still wears his usual red jacket with a t-shirt underneath, but likes to switch it up more as he gets older. You may catch him in hoodies more often because they’re comfy. Wears jeans more often too
Even though he was overweight as a child, he grows into his weight more as he gets older. He’s still not skinny by no means though. He’s got quite the belly on him but he’s not dangerously overweight. He’s chunky. If he’s a wrestler or a boxer, he’s got more muscle in his arms for sure. All in all, still a thicc boy
His relationship with his mom is neither here nor there but it has improved. He still likes to push his limits but he does respect her more. Super protective of her as well, and won’t hesitate to punch you in the mouth if you say anything bad about her. It’s giving momma’s boy fr
Now the big question is: Does his personality change much? The answer is yes AND no
He has calmed down somewhat in terms of his “scheming”, but not a whole lot. Most of his “schemes” consist of trolling tf out of people and finding ways to get a reaction out of people for his own amusement. He still likes to use blackmail against people though, and wants to feel like he has power over people, so what better way to get the upper hand than to piss people off and watch them fall apart and get angry? Or to hold their deepest, darkest secrets over their head? Knowing he can get any kind of reaction out of someone makes him feel superior. Despite calming down A LITTLE BIT, mans is still chaotic af. He loves getting under peoples skin anyway he can, whether it be by saying something completely out of pocket, or by using blackmail
At the end of the day, he’s still Eric Cartman, he’s not the nicest person
Still holds some of the same bigoted views as seen in the show. However, he may warm up to someone of a different race if he likes their company enough. It may not happen right away, but eventually, he’ll come around and try to learn
Honestly, he’s mostly just a general, bitter asshole with anger issues. It’s so funny to him when he makes someone else angry, but if HE gets angry he’ll make it everyone’s problem
Which btw. Drama. Queen. If someone even lightly shoved him, he’ll throw himself on the floor and exaggerate how hard he was pushed. Also gossips a lot, whether it be about his own friends or some rando he doesn’t even know. Attention whore for real 🙄
So there ya go. That’s what I think Eric would be like as he gets older. Still the same chaotic, obnoxious, foul-mouthed asshole we know him to be, but not into killing people on the regular anymore. I might make a part 2 or something because I could go on forever about this dude
#eric cartman#eric cartman headcanons#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#kenny mccormick#south park#lol what am I getting myself into
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