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awritesthings1 · 5 months

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Midnight Interlude

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Wife Reader

Summary: You try to convince Tommy, your husband, to come back to sleep.

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You awoke quietly in the middle of the night, feeling the weight of your slumber resting beneath your eyes. Too tired to lift your eyelids, you shifted in the bed, searching for the comforting cradle of your husband’s arms, only to find the space beside you cold and empty.

Weakly, you opened your eyes to the dark bedroom. Blinking sleepily, you waited for your senses to adjust while attempting to recall if Tommy had mentioned anything about going on a business trip. Your head ached. Where was that Tommy of yours? You weren’t even able to think because your brain was still buzzing from a peculiar dream. Regardless, you were freezing, and without Tommy to keep you warm, you wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. You cursed, pressing a cold hand to your flushed head. Your nose squirmed at the bitter air.

You weren’t sure how many sleepless nights you could endure without your husband. Lately, he had been going on more business trips than usual and staying up late in his office. You went to sleep before him, and by the time you woke up, he was usually already going about his morning. It was if you married a ghost.

The sheets rustled when you swung your feet to the floor. You stretched your arms awake and rolled your neck to the side, receiving a satisfactory pop in return. Wrapping a silk night gown around your body, you left the bedroom, stifling a yawn as you reached his office, where you heard the cackling of candles and the amber hum peeking through from the crack beneath the door. You twisted the nob slowly, careful not to startle Tommy, and entered the room.

“Tommy? You’re still up," you croaked, rubbing at your tired eyes.

Your toes curled as a shiver passed through your body. The wooden floors of your husband’s office were always deathly cold. And where was that ambitious old soul of his? Hunched over his messy desk, squinting through his glasses as he appeared to be reading over a letter. His marble contours were more sunken each night. His thumbs twitched and fiddled with a fountain pen as if they couldn’t bear to do anything but work. The top buttons of his white blouse (that you were always sure to iron the night before) pealed back to reveal a sliver of skin that you would stare at some nights to ensure he didn’t die working himself to death.

You loved him. God, you loved him. You loved him in a way that certainly would disgust the wives from the country houses down the lane. They loved their husbands in a plain and simple way. Margaret had gushed to you about her marriage and how she had fallen into a timely routine with her husband, dancing around the clock until they fell asleep on a wonderfully fluffy mattress. You stuck your tongue in your cheek. That wasn’t love; that was what men told women love was—a choreographed routine. Tommy was different. He loved you hard. Not just because he was a man and that’s what men were supposed to do, but because he lived and breathed everything he did, even if it killed him.

“I need to write something down." Tommy cleared his throat, too distracted to look up from the letter.

If you were any other woman, you would mistake his tone for annoyance. Not you. The hollow under his eyes spoke for him. Your poor husband never knew when to rest. Even when the moonlight poured in from the window and his hands were stained with ink, that mind of his clicked away into a world only accessible to him. It must be a burden, you think, to have the intellect Tommy had—to be three steps in front of everyone else. Talking to the ladies at the country club exhausted you sometimes because all they seemed to care about was the latest silks and décor from an exotic country or babies with chubby cheeks. It had to feel something like that, like sugar rotting your teeth.

“You’ll have time in the morning,” you insisted, leaning against the doorframe and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

The candlelight began to flicker as it neared the end of its wick.

Tommy wet his lips. “I have an early meeting out of town.”

Your shoulders fell. You knew who Tommy was and the priorities he had to balance. His work was important to him, and he did it for his family. That included you, too. But at hours like these, when your nightgown wasn’t enough to keep you warm, you craved the comfort of his arms.

“Come back to sleep,” you whispered, crossing the threshold of the office to stand behind him, where he was hunched over on his chair, writing something down.

Tommy relaxed as you began to massage his shoulders. Those eyes that painted you blue on winter nights fell closed for a moment. His hand itched for his whiskey, resting on the icy glass but never raising it to his lips. Several cigarette butts were discarded on his ash tray, some still puffing smoke. He smelled like a mixture of the two. You remember when you were younger how your nose would scrunch up at the scent of his cigarettes. Now, it was oddly comforting.

“I need to finish writing this letter,” Tommy drawled, reaching for the cigarette case that was buried under a file of papers.

As he pinched one out, you grabbed the match box that had been sitting on the windowsill and struck a match to light it as he perched it between his lips. When the end of it lit up, Tommy took a deep drag.

“You’re a man, Tommy, not a god. You need sleep,” you sighed, squeezing his tensed shoulders.

“Not yet." Smoke escaped his mouth in light puffs as he spoke.

You blinked slowly. “Well, I’m going back to sleep.” It was a half-truth. You were never able to fall asleep after waking up in the middle of the night, especially without Tommy by your side.

Tommy’s rough palm covered your hand, which was resting on his shoulder. He cleared his throat.

“I’ll be back before you know I’m gone.”

That was never true. Every time Tommy was gone, the room stank of it. His presence consumed Arrow House; it was as if the walls were made from his flesh and bone. And when he was away, it felt like you were living in a stranger’s home. The paintings on the wall were of a random family, and his office sat as if it were abandoned in a hurry. It was only when he returned that the colors bled back into the walls and you realized you were home.

You leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss on his sharp jaw. He inhaled sharply through his nose. You noticed his attention had drifted from the letter and was now focused on the chandelier.

“Where’s that husband of mine? Hm?”

Tommy continued to take large drags from the cigarette while the both of you bathed in the crackling of the dying candlelight. Eventually, it burned out, and Tommy tapped the butt of his cigarette into the ash tray before setting it down to lean back on his chair. Now dark, he let you slip your hand from beneath his as you straightened your back and ran your nails through his scalp.

He groaned deep and nasally, fluttering his eyes closed. The tip of his tongue wet his bottom lip, and when your pupils adjusted to the dark, you saw the cogs in his head shutting off.

“Come back to sleep.”

“Alright,” he nodded with a grunt.

Most women would have said it was a miracle, not your Tommy. There was no holy spirit that possessed him to say yes. He chose to do so on his own account.

You rode that thought with a smile, turning his head to the side so you could lay a kiss on his forehead.

God, you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

He sighed deeply, blinking lazily at his hands, which rested on his knees, before standing up. Both Tommy and his chair groaned at the movement. You hushed him and walked him to your shared bedroom, hand in hand. There, you carefully unbuttoned his blouse and slid his suspenders down his broad shoulders. Slowly but surely, you undressed him while his tired eyes watched you.

When you were younger, those eyes terrified you the same way a duck feared a rifle. What you never saw was the love they held behind glaciers of blue. Tommy made sure you saw it ever since. The ink on his hands was dry by the time they came to cup your face. His affectionate touch made more than your heart throb, but the both of you were too exhausted to do anything about it.

You settled for a kiss that he pressed against your lips. It wasn’t passionate or hungry like it usually was, but tender and firm. You loved it all the same.

“I love you." His breath settled on your skin like a warm blanket.

You closed your eyes and leaned forward, letting Tommy carry the weight of your head between his hands. You hummed when he brushed his knuckles gingerly across your cheekbones.

“I love you, too. Now, let’s get to bed before the sun rises,” you smiled, blinking up at him.

He kissed the top of your head, winding his tired arms around your frame to hold you against his chest. He hummed agreeably into your hair, letting his eyes flutter shut. Your arms wrapped themselves around his waist as he held you. You treasured small, fleeting moments like this. It wasn’t often that Thomas Shelby left his boots on the office floor and melted into a puddle. You think that made it all the more special. Your Thomas Shelby, the decorated soldier, the family businessman, and the hardened gangster could step away and become your favorite thing—a loving husband.

By the time you had both settled into the bed, the sheets were still warm, and the moon was still out. Tommy was resting on his side, with his arm draped around your waist as he snored lightly into your neck. Outside the window, the wind howled and crashed against the pane like winter waves. You felt none of it. Tommy’s body acted as a heater, protecting you from the numbing chill that waited at the edge of the covers, threatening to nip at your skin. You smiled, nuzzling deeper into his embrace. Here in the cradle of his arms, nothing could touch you.

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elsblunt · 4 months

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please write something stupidly fluffu abt ellie having a bad day or something and then reader cuddling w her and comforting her .. its always the other way round and ellie needs more love!!

we need more ellie being taken care of!!!!!!!

it was late at night, the room lit up by a flickering candle that smelt like vanilla that was gifted to you from an old lady in jackson. the room was cozy, ever since you moved in with ellie there were new crochet blankets draped over couches and beds and chairs, new trinkets and decorations scattered throughout the place you both shared.

ellie had a late night patrol that day and you sat on the couch, reading a book while humming some tune.

the sound of a doorknob twisting echoed throughout the room as you sat up, looking towards the girl who entered the room, her face illuminated by a warm glow. she looked tense, body trembling slightly with clothes dirtied up with blood and god knows what.

you frowned slightly at the sight. watching as she slipped off her boots and set them to the side and slowly taking off her jacket, hanging it on a rack that contained the shared jackets and coats,

it took a second for her to calm down, walking towards the couch with a weak smile. “hey, baby..” ellie rasped, kissing your forehead.

“hi els, you okay?” brows furrowed and eyes scanning her body, you rubbed her shoulder softly.

she nodded, scratching her ear. you knew those movements, she always had these little anxiety motions she did when nervous or uncomfortable, and of course you noticed. “hm.. let’s get you a bath, that sound good?” you smile softly, kissing her cheek and standing.

clothes were thrown to the corner of the small bathroom, ellie standing to the side as you turn the nob and adjust the water to a nice temperature and filled the tub.

she got in, laying between your legs as you wet her hair and grabbed the bottle of shampoo, scrubbing it into her auburn locks.

these moments stitched ellie’s heart up, being able to do intimate things with you she was never able to do with any people she had met. to have a kind moment without it having to be sexual, it calmed her. ellie’s shoulders fell and a sigh slipped from her lips when you massaged her head and ran a rag over her body and the scratches that littered her skin. running your fingers over her tattoo, the matching bracelets you both had, her birthmarks, everywhere.

it was quiet except for your humming of one of ellie’s songs she showed you one time and the sound of water splashing. it was actually on your first date when the two went to stargaze. she had brought her guitar and played you one of ‘ellie’s originals’ and it’s just stuck ever since.

a towel raked down ellie’s frame as you led her to the bed in only her underwear, checking out some of her scars she had gotten. her once trembling body now settled to a slight shake, the one she usually had. the tense shoulders and neck now calmed.

“what happened on patrol, baby?” you ask with slight concern lacing your tone. it must’ve been something worrying if she is this quiet and shook. ellie seemed to take a sharp breath when you asked, hesitating slightly.

“…me and jesse were on this trail, and we saw this clicker— runner. but it was a kid,” the green eyed girl paused, swallowing. “and i could hear his cries, you know? when they’re fighting the infection. he came at me i couldn’t kill him, i couldn’t.” ellie looked down in shame, voice shaking as she spoke softly.

though most didn’t see it, she had a sweet soul. under her tough demeanor and furrowed brows that you had to constantly remind her to relax. “the— the blood is his.” ellie’s voice minimized to a soft murmur at the end, playing with her fingers.

“that’s okay, els. don’t worry okay? doing this probably put him out of his misery, you did good. it’s okay..” you reassured, standing up and hugging her. ellie’s head rested against your stomach as you stroked her wet head, feeling warm breaths brush against your skin. “cmon, lay down.”

a smile tugs at your lips as she crawls to her side of the bed, covering her body with a blanket that was covered in small stars and space symbols. you follow, laying next to the girl.

ellie’s head rests on your bare chest, matching her breathing to everytime your chest rose and fell, listening to your heartbeat. the two girls legs are entangled, skin on skin. you pressed soft kisses to her temple, forehead, hair, everywhere. she calmed at your touch everytime, only yours.

i feel like this was actually decent😊😊😊😊thank u for the request!!

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lunajay33 · 8 days

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The One🤎

Summary: You were in the line up and Negan took a liking towards you taking you back to the sanctuary, he wants you as another wife but you’re different (age gap)

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

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You were sitting in the line up next to Carl, you were the second youngest of the group but for some reason you weren’t scared even though you were surrounded by men with guns and a man swinging around a bat

“Well now look at you, quite the beauty”

“Perv” the group looked at you like you were insane to talk to him like that after what he just did to Abraham

He kneeled in front of you smirking, it made your heart thump it was strange a feeling you’ve never really felt before

“Got a mouth on her too, I like it, how old?”

“22” you said with less sass this time

“Hmmmm I was thinking of killing another one of you but I think I’ll take you home instead” he laughed as he motioned to a man to move you to Negans truck

“You better not touch her” Michonne stated with no fear

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take real good care of her………..let’s go boys!” Everyone got in there trucks, Negan hoping in the drivers seat just you and him, you looked out to window to those left in the line up watching you with fear, fear for you and what might happen

The truck rolled out of the dirt road until the group was was no longer in sight, leaving you to the silence of the truck, only the sound of Negan tapping on the steering wheel

“Do you have any music in this truck at least” you groaned hating the silence, never was one for it

He laughed pointing to the glove box

“Something should be in there darling”

Rummaging through the few cds that were in the glove box you found a Lana Del Rey CD making you laugh from shock

“Didn’t take you for a Lana man” you said as you slid the CD into the stereo skipping to White Mustang sitting back sighing in relief having missed this song

“What can I say, it’s enticing music, really gets the ladies in the mood”

“Oh really, and how many “ladies” do you get in the mood?” You asked in disbelief a little jealous as well even though you barely knew this man

“I have some wives, you might be the next”

“Well I don’t know what they’re like but if you want me as your wife it’s not going to be that easy and I won’t compete for a man” you didn’t know where this confidence came from but he made you feel a type of way

Negan showed you around the compound finally showing you where you’d be staying

“And this is your room, the other wives are all in the surrounding rooms, mines the one right at the end, if you ever need something”

“You live pretty lavishly up here, why do you need to steal from other communities” you groaned as you sat on the bed

“It’s the way I run things Angel get use to it, I’ll let you settle there will be a man on the outside of the door so you don’t try to escape” he said with that devilish smirk before he left closing the door behind him

You sighed laying back on the bed, in one day things changed so much, Maggie got sick something obviously wrong with the baby, caught by the saviours, Negan finishing off Abraham and now you were taken away from the people you loved, but maybe it was for the best maybe if he hadn’t taken you he might have killed more, if it meant they could live you could put up with whatever was going to happen here

The days went by, it had to have been a week and you haven’t left the room, the man at your door brought you food ever so often but you only ever had a little and picked at it, you felt like a prisoner, you thought since Negan took a liking to you that maybe he’d be around more

It was late in the middle of the night and the man at the door was long gone, you opened the door and the hall was silent, tiptoeing down the hall to the last room Negan said was his, you raised your hand to knock but decided to just go on in, turn the nob and opening slowly, peaking in to see him fast asleep on his huge bed the moon shining in through the windows

You walked to his side of the bed and poked his arm, no movement, you pushed him a bit harder but he only groaned

“Negan?” You whispered finally waking him up, he sat up in bed obviously still a bit out of it

“Angel what’re you doing here so late?” Suddenly this felt like an embarrassingly bad decision but it didn’t change how you were feeling

“I’m……I’m lonely”

You were ready for his quick wit or a horny remark but he just moved over and raised the blankets

“Well come on” you slide in next to him, the woodsy cherry cologne he wore surrounded you calming your nerves, you both laid down face to face

“None of the other wives have ever willingly come to my room” he said

“Why didn’t you come to mine? It’s been a week”

“I don’t know, guess you seem different than the others didn’t wanna blow my chances” this new side of him was a lot more comforting to be around

“Oh so you think you have a chance” you said letting out a sarcastic laugh

“You’re the one that came to my bed” he smirked

“I guess you could have a chance here but o don’t wanna be just another wife Negan” you said before sleep overcame you and you were out

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed except for a piece of paper where Negan was, you opened it a little nervous

“I’m out figuring some things out, I left you some new clothes on the edge of the bed, breakfast is on the desk, get your rest Angel”

Angel, that word sent a thrill through you, you looked to the end of the bed seeing a ivory lacy dress with a pair of worn cowgirl type boots and it fit perfectly, looking at the desk to see strawberries and pancakes, starving you ate the whole thing, tempted to lick the plate

The day went on and it was getting boring, you found a CD player and another Lana del Rey disc, playing Blue Jeans, you walked around the room checking out what he’s collected, a lot of CDs from nickelback to Lana to Alice in chains, a huge range of music, his closet was full of plaid and plain tshirts, you took a brown plaid and threw it on over your dress seeming to match perfectly and his cologne still lingered making your heart thump like the first time you talked

“Looking pretty gorgeous Angel, I see the clothes sit perfect” you heard from behind you making you jump and spin around seeing him leaning against the door frame

“Sorry I was a little cold and I just wanted to wear one” you said feeling embarrased

“Well I think you should wear my clothes more often” he smirked as he took your hand and led you to sit on the bed

“What did you do today? I thought you’d be here when I woke up”

“Your words got to me last night, I know we’ve barely known eachother but…..it’s been a long time since someone’s made me feel this way”

“How do I make you feel?” You asked sitting closer

“Oh I think you know Angel, cause I think you feel the same way, you get a thrill around me, your heart thumps when you’re close to me, I want that more than some meaningless hookups…….thats why let the other wives go, broke everything off, I wanna see where this can go just you and me” he said squeezing your hand

“Really you did that for me?”

“I want a chance Angel, if you’re up for it”

“I’m all yours Negan, but you have to leave Alexandria alone, they’re still my family……please”

“Whatever you want Angel, just want you happy”

He pushed your hair back behind your ear tracing his fingers down you checks to your jaw, butterflies going crazy in your stomach

“I might be a little inexperienced compared to you, I don’t wanna get your hopes up” he laughed before realizing you were serious

“Oh you’re serious, how have you never been with someone, you’re so sexy”

“Well you know the world ended and I never really found the person or the time to bang one out”

“Don’t worry baby, I got you, show you a real good time, when you’re ready”

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ediewentmissing · 1 year

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repost of this eddie smut (you know the drill, kiddos. fuck off) 18+

You and Eddie are enemies. Rivals of the highest order. And you have been ever since you joined Hawkins “Hell Hole" High. It was constant competition between you two; always fighting over Dustin’s attention and who owned more band posters. Eddie disliked you straight off the bat. Right the moment he saw you. Not necessarily because you were a bad person, but just because you could get away with being different.

All Eddie's life, he had been teased, bullied, and judged because of the way he looked, the way he dressed, and the way he acted. But somehow you were a mirror image of him, and you weren't treated the same way that he had been all this time. In fact, all the boys fell to their knees the first day you came to school. You were invited with open arms to sit with every clique; with the basketballers, science nerds, band, and even the partiers. But not at the Hellfire table. God only knows why they accepted you; you looked and sounded even more metal than he did.

You were Eddie. So why the hell were you the one getting special treatment?

Fortunately, with envy, comes mind-blowing sex.

The water was the perfect temperature. Finally. After about a minute of turning the nobs, you could safely get into the shower without simmering your hair off or turning to an icicle. You had just finished your swim at the pool and you were taking a shower in the change rooms, without your swimming suit on of course, because what's the point of showering if you have clothes on?

“Your swimming skills are tragic." Eddie's voice startles you, and you turn around to see him with his signature cocky smirk, leaning against the wall of the shower cubicle, avoiding the water. You don't bother to cover yourself up. He's seen you naked plenty of times before. His eyes greedily trail down your body. His boner is prominent in his swimming trunks.

"This is the ladies' room, Eds. I know you may look like a girl, with your hair an' all,” You gesture with your hand towards his head, “but you aren't one. Now get out, would ya?" He stands still, the smirk faltering the slightest, tilting his head to one side, "And it's not like you can swim, anyway. I've seen you,” You chuckle, “You look like a drowning rat."

He pushes you against the wall of the shower by your shoulders and pins you there, one hand beside your head, the other down by your waist. The steam and water were making his hair wet and his body shine, glow even. He leans in towards you, not close enough to be kissing, but pretty damn close. The water falls off of his hair and around you like a curtain, closing you in so you couldn't look at anything other than him and his body.

"Hate that dirty mouth of yours," He says, low and deep, and you look down so he doesn't see you blush, "Just shut up." You drag your finger down a tattoo that was strewn on his chest, tracing the perimeter with your nail.

"Hm," You look up at him smugly, "Make me."

He chuckles in a taunting way, shaking his head, "Luckily for me, you can't talk when your mouth is full. You gonna let me stuff your throat with my cock, sweets?”

You get on your knees, holding Eddie's bare thigh in one hand, as the other hovers over his member. Throbbing, wet (double wet considering the water coming from the shower head), and fucking thick.

You lick a stripe up from the bottom of his shaft to his weeping slit and he groans with pleasure. His hand braces against the wall, the other tangles in your soggy hair. Your head dips down and you stuff as much of him into your as you possibly can without suffocating, hollowing your cheeks out. You bob your head, setting a hard rhythm and leaving him no time to prepare.

"Fuck." His brows are knitted. Your nose brushes the bush of curls at his base and his tip reaches the back of your mouth. He guides himself deeper down your throat by pushing your head down, and you gag, which makes him moan.

You swirl your tongue around the head in your mouth, spit drooling down the sides of your lips.

"Shit, wait," He moans, "Gotta- Fuck- Need t’stop." He doesn't want to finish this fast. But you want him to. He tries to pull himself out of your mouth, but you shove your head down lower and gag again and he groans.

"Hey, you deaf?" His voice is grave and intimidating, but you insist on playing the back-and-forth game: Who was going to ultimately be more dominant?

Eddie really wants it to be him.

He tugs you off of his dick roughly and pulls you up by your shoulders. You pout sarcastically before he throws your leg up over his shoulder blade and bites the inside of your thigh. You inhale sharply and try to wriggle out of his firm hold, but he keeps you there.

"Eddie. Quit being a dick. Let me go."

"Nice try." He rolls his eyes, not looking at you, but at your cunt as you’re spread wide open for him. He runs a finger downwards through your slick folds and you whimper, shutting your eyes. He brings his finger up to your face.

"Look how soaked you are. Poor pussy wants attention, doesn't she?" He places his fingertip back down at your entrance, bottoming out with his finger suddenly and you moan, tilting your head back against the cold shower wall.

“The safe word is ‘Fuck me harder’.” He grins at your blissed expression. He thrusts into you rapidly, staring at your hole engulfing his finger.

'Eddie! Shit! Hang on!" You're desperate to get your superiority back, so you lightly tug on his dick. He slaps your hand and grabs both of your wrists, pulling them above your head so that you're completely at his mercy. Heat is gushing into your stomach and you realise you're close to the edge.

He scoffs at your face, scrunching up with arousal and vexation and he shoves another finger inside you, "What's wrong? Gonna cum already, slut?"

"N-No." You lie, moaning frantically. He moves his thumb to rub your clit as fast as possible and he finger-fucks you faster. Your eyes roll back into your head and everything is pure rhapsody.

You make a particularly loud moan and he replies with, 'Yeah? You like that?"

Your built-up tension finally snaps and you climax. You contract tightly around his fingers and he watches, cherishing your classic fucked-out face. He wishes he could take a photo of you and show the whole school what a whore you were - to humiliate you. It would probably do you good.

He thrusts his fingers slower and stops working your bud.

After you come down from your high, he smirks at you devilishly, "You definitely liked that."

“Rack off, Munson.”

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mushroomates · 9 months

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the fellowship at a hardware store, from someone who works at a hardware store:

sam: is in the nursery!! goes straight to the discount/dying plants and piles his cart full of wilted and sad plants. likes to rescue the houseplants first, has a soft spot for perennials and citrus trees. is a nightmare to check out but is very sweet about it. dirt and leaves everywhere. like, everywhere. they have to sweep after he’s gone. surprisingly strong and hauls big bags of dirt.

frodo: enjoys home improvement!! likes to wander carpeting and organization, hunts for good deals and keeps tabs on the sales weekends. he likes to peruse the shower curtains and closet accessories. likes to refurbish old furniture he finds off the side of the road- currently fixing up an antique dresser to put in the master bedroom.

merry: doorknobs, handles, dresser nobs. he likes to pick out the interesting and antique ones and customize his home with them. he really likes the oddly shaped ones, he has one starfish and one pickle on his nightstand table. likes to joke about touching all the knobs and fiddling with the knockers.

pippin: is lost in the lighting department. he’s staring up at all the pretty lights and hypnotizing fans. likes the remote controlled lights, enjoys messing with the demos. also likes collecting paint chips. (pippins also the kind of person to get really high and shit in the display toilets.) does not buy anything, maybe some beef jerky and skittles at the check outs.

boromir: this man has like 80 projects going on and is remarkably proficient in every conceivable area featured in the store. he’s here so much people think he works here. he kinda does. he’s happy to advise you, lead you to products, and lifts heavy things for little old ladies and swooning maidens. he’s happy to grab the things on the highest shelf as well as carry those bigs bags of dirt out to your care. he is just a naturally pure and helpful soul. <3

aragorn: has lost himself in scrap wood. straight to the lumber yard, straight to the pile of damaged and recycled wood. once a month, he comes and loads up as much as it will fit in a pickup truck. no one knows what he does with it but he keeps coming back. there are several theories around the store. either he’s building a bunker, has a side hustle by reselling it, makes massive fires or he does wood work. alternatively, he’s a homeless man building his own cabin in the woods so he can live away from society. that’s one’s probably the closest.

gandalf: mixes his own paint. he doesn’t work there but somehow he keeps getting back there and making his own custom colors. was known to pull a miracle and turn gray paint back into white. no one knows how he did this. likes to camp out in the seasonal section. enjoys lounging on couches and swings for long periods of time.

gimli: is so excited to walk into the tools section. wants all the toys. likes power tools in a way that’s both funny and scary. really likes chainsaws and leaf blowers, possibly because they pose the biggest threat to legolas. often gets flagged out the door because no one person needs that many tools and he must be up to something. he always beeps out the door because inevitably someone forgot to take off one of the sensors of his many, many tools. he used to be nicer about this but lately has lost patience with always being stopped out the door, and often will make a show of waving his receipt before leaving.

legolas: spends a good amount of time in the garden. i imagine he gets enamored with the fountains and ponds rather quickly, also likes the statues and fun pots. also, wanders through the garden and samples the plants. by samples i mean eat small bites of it, and if he finds the quality satisfactory he will purchase it. this is rarely the case and he often just goes around eating small bites of houseplants.

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ninapi · 2 months

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Premise: Nobara forced Yuuji to stop by a food stand every time they came back from a mission. The girl working there always entranced the youngster, causing his teammates to tease him more than usual. An odd encounter brings her a little too close to Sukuna who ends up just as smitten as his counterpart with the young beauty. Which half will get her heart? Only time will tell.

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Old sweet Nobara…

She might be a good friend, sweet, loving teammate, yeah all that and more…but Yuuji had reasons to hate her, as much as he had reasons to love her.

Nobara loved the colorful streets of Tokyo more than anything in her life, she lived for the very little time she had to indulge in the magic of the alleys, though, every time they came out of a particularly tough mission, she would beg her loving teammates to stop by her favorite crepe stand.

“Oh c’mon! Like you don’t like going there as much as I do…More even…”

“I beg to differ…” Megumi plopped on a near by bench hoping that would stop her from walking any further.

“Ok, maybe you don’t. Cuz you’re a grandpa. But Itadori is a different story, isn’t it mate…?” her suggestive smirk made Yuuji uncomfortable to say the least.

“I mean…their crepes are really nice…so fluffy…and…flavorful…” his voice was low, so much more than his usual boisterous one, it was comical.

“Oh yeah, fluffy…definitely…” this made his cheeks turn crimson, his fidgeting getting in Megumi’s nerves.

“Gotta pee or something?”

“NO!”

“He’s just eager to see his lovely crush.”

“So he does like her, huh? I guessed as much to be honest...” heaving a defeated sigh, he got up from the bench being the one leading the team now on their way to the delicious smelling food stand.

“W-where are you going Fushigoro?!” Yuuji trailed after his friends that were currently sharing a mischievous grin like a lost little baby duck.

“Kinda hungry, man…”

“You should try the chicken one, it blew my mind…”

“GUYS! Can you stop for a second?”

“Of course not.”

The sigh that left the pink haired male made them burst into a flush of evil laughter, his sad puppy eyes and frown making him look adorable which just made it all worse for him.

“Aw, baby Itadori needs a hug. Shall we communicate his needs to the cute lady crepe chef?”

“Her name is (Y/N).”

“What? How do you know that Fushigoro? Do you like her too?”

“Too, huh? She has a name tag you moron…”

“Oh….really? I mean…”

“You mean to say you haven’t even glanced at her boobies? Wow, this is worst than I thought, I think he’s in love~” Nobara skipped her way over to the stand, dramatically moving her hands as she was a maiden in distress.

“I hate her…” his puppy eyes turned watery as he shared a look with Megumi.

“Nah…you don’t. Let’s catch up before she really tells her to hug you-“ he hadn’t even finished his sentence when Yuuji was already behind Nobara, a desperate look on his face.

“Ugh, HI!” a high pitch little scream left him, making him even more flustered, your cute giggles making him feel ridiculously happy for some reason.

“Hi~ You want the usual?” He had a usual? He realized he’s never really ordered anything, he just stares at your face from the moment he arrives until he leaves.

“Sure! It’s the best flavor ever!”

Nobara looked up with a raised eyebrow as she adds his order on the screen, “Strawberry cheesecake?”

Is that what he always ate? It was certainly good, girly as hell, but good. “Yeah, I mean is so fluffy, you should try it too, Kugisaki.”

“If you say so, I’ll get one of those then. How about you, Fushigoro? Chicken?” he just nodded, staying silent in the background assessing the situation from afar. He noticed how you’d smile at Itadori a tiny bit brighter than you did to Kugisaki, your pretty eyes sparkled so much that it made him blush, and that, was weird.

Your hands brushed Yuuji’s when you handed him his crepe, then placed the other two in a carrier and gave it over to Nobara. It was very unnecessary, yet you seemed to know how he’s always so hungry and eager, like you knew he wouldn’t wait until he arrived at a place to eat it peacefully, as if he was dying to bite onto it as soon as possible.

And right you were, his first bite was something else… his nose ended up full of wiped cream and that dorky smile of his full of crumbles.

You didn’t have to do anything about it, but you did. You leaned over the counter window and got it off his face with a wet tissue, the adoring smile you had on your face not easily missed by both of his friends.

“Sorry to break the lovey-dovey moment, but Gojo-sensei is waiting for us. We must eat them before he finds out we’ve been eating sweets without him.” she grabbed onto Yuuji’s elbow, dragging him with her like a dog on a leash.

“Ugh…(Y/N)! Thanks! It’s as good as always and I’m so clean now! Feels great! You're the best, your boss should give you a rise or something!”

“Oh for fuck sakes…shut up Itadori…you're embarrassing...”

He was now being dragged away from you by both of his embarrassed friends. His smile though, never leaving his face, just like yours didn’t for the rest of the day.

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“You went where??” Gojo was pacing back and forth in the classroom, lack of sugar being pretty evident in his current behavior making them feel even guiltier.

“We just made a little pit stop on the way, gotta eat too, you know?"

“You didn’t just make a ‘pit stop’…you went to my favorite crepe stand…and didn’t bring me anything….you’re such a soulless bunch of brats…it’s unbelievable…I’m so good with you all and you just…” his sulking increased even further, making Nobara giggle.

“You’re such a drama queen, sensei…”

“King, you mean. King of the world~”

“Ugh, I’m out of here…”

“So what’s wrong with Itadori?” stealing the last bit of his defenseless student’s crepe, Gojo sat on his chair, feet resting on his teacher desk.

“He’s in love…with an older woman…”

“She’s not an older woman!” the little snarl he gave Nobara was one that would rival a feisty tiny chihuahua, but it gave Gojo a pretty good idea of how serious this whole thing was.

“So, who’s this older woman?”

“The crepe stand girl.”

“Oh, ok Itadori’s right, she’s not an older woman…maybe a couple of years older than you at most. She’s a part-timer I believe.” the look in Yuuji’s eyes changed immediately, turning into a soft dreamy one.

“Though, you might want to keep yourself at bay, Itadori. Must I remind you the king of curses lives within you? Just thinking of sweet little (Y/N) being in danger makes me feel sick…” his words were harsh and made Yuuji recoil, he knows this, all too well, but there was no need to worry as much, is not like he was planning on confessing or something.

Without giving as much as a reply to his superior, Yuuji just left the classroom and hid himself in his own room for the rest of the day.

It was so frustrating to him how he couldn’t even have a crush, how much this curse has affected his life and how much he sometimes wished he would get to be a normal teenager once more.

To make things worse, Sukuna has been listening all this time…

Falling in love made Yuuji weak, his defenses were slowly disappearing and his mind was just somewhere else, the perfect timing to go for a little ride.

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Another mission came along the next day, it was an easy reckoning one, over after an hour or so, there was no excuse to go for crepes and for that Yuuji was grateful.

However, Sukuna himself had other plans.

Yuuji’s depressed aura as they walked past the street you worked at was the final push necessary for him to take full control of his host’s body.

“Itadori, how about we get some ice crea-

Itadori?

Fushigoro…Itadori’s gone-“ looking around desperately there was no sign at all of their teammate.

“What? What do you mean gone?” turning around just as desperate, all he could see was a dust cloud, proof he had been there not long ago, but not just of that, but also of the fact that he had left at an incredible speed.

The amount of cursed energy coming from down the road overwhelmed the young sorcerer, his face paling instantly. “Kugisaki….Sukuna…he’s…he’s here…”

“Tch, of course, he loves coming out when Gojo-sensei isn’t here…What do we do now?”

Megumi’s face was worrying her, he’s not someone to show fear easily, it also meant he had no clue of what to do next and she wasn’t great at this sort of impromptu life saving plans.

“What’s wrong, Fushigoro? Is he going too far this time?”

He just nodded, swallowing his anxiety down, “The crepe stand…”

Now that was playing dirty…he would for sure harm you if that meant getting full control of Itadori’s body, the perfect token for blackmail.

With a frown and unshared words, both ran towards the direction emanating the ridiculous amounts of cursed energy.

Though, what they found at the scene was beyond their expectations.

You were leaning on the window, like you usually do to get closer to Yuuji, like if nothing was out of the ordinary, like he didn’t have a completely different appearance and voice, making Megumi frown with distaste.

While he was fully concentrated on your safety, Nobara had her eyes on Sukuna. Saying his demeanor was odd, would be an understatement.

His smirk was wide, his eyes mischievous, his elbows were leaning on the same windowsill as you were, his face inches from yours. “My lovely angel, would you be willing to go to the depths of hell with me? I mean, hypothetically of course…” his words made you giggle and blush.

In all honesty, you did notice the change, though you didn’t question it much, is not like you had knowledge of curses, therefore the idea of your crush being possessed by an evil curse never crossed your mind.

“Is hell a nice place?”

“It isn’t. But I would make it comfortable for you if you do agree to come with me…”

Megumi’s blood ran cold and without thinking much he grabbed Sukuna by his elbow pulling him away from you, “Itadori…you’re scaring (Y/N)…”

Truth is, he wasn’t though.

You had a delighted face while talking to him and the flirting has been mutual the entire time.

While Yuuji’s real and sweet persona made your heart skip a beat with his cute shyness, Sukuna’s assertive and even commanding self made your knees weak.

You didn’t really understand his change in demeanor and you even considered him having double personality, but the truth was simple, you liked both sides equally, and didn’t mind one bit if he indeed had it, he at least seemed to remember you in both states.

But you went along with Megumi’s act, as he looked quite disturbed and worried, he did know him better than you after all.

Megumi’s words seemed to stir something inside Itadori, his eyes switching from a harsh scowl to a soft worrying misty look. He was struggling to gain control back since he really didn’t want to harm the woman he loved and he knew very well what Sukuna was capable of.

“What are you talking about, brat? You like this side of me much better, don’t you gorgeous?” his playful wink made you swoon, causing Itadori’s stomach to sink just a bit.

“I like every side of you. Though, why the face painting? Are you guys performing art students?”

“Something like that…now If you excuse us, we won’t be getting any crepes today, we need to take him home, he needs a bit of…ugh…rest.”

“Think about it babe, alright? If you so wish to, I’ll make you my queen.”

After his last statement, Yuuji finally managed to wake up and gather his bearings, he felt like crap and had no energy left within his body. With an arm around each of his friends, he was able to get back to the academy in one piece, though, his heart had taken a harsh blow.

You liked Sukuna…but you also liked him?

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 7 months

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Hello, could I please request in general dating Tangerine from Bullet train headcanons please :)

hii!! ofc ofc! hope you like it💌

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DATING HC’s

tangerine x f!reader

I have MANY thoughts, listen up

(some of these have probably been said in my other hc’s, but I’ve done so many it’s hard to know what I have and haven’t said😭)

— I don't think he has just one love language- he has at least 3: acts of service, gift giving and physical touch. acts of service- he'd get you drinks and snacks without asking. picks up stuff you might want/ need from the shops. does something for you that you didn't want to do. makes you dinner. fills your car with fuel. cleans your car. dishes. takes off your shoes and puts away your coat (all in all, princess treatment) gift giving- always brings back something for you when away on work. treats you to shopping days (he's very well off, so likes to splurge on you) gives you his card when you online shop (he trusts you with it. you may not want to use it, but he'd reassure you or steal your phone/ laptop to pay for it) gets you lavish gifts. physical touch- likes to know that you're near, especially when out, needs your hand in his or your arm wrapped around his. soft touches when he walks past you (small of back, shoulder, hand) unintentional strokes on your arm or leg when watching something. plays with your hand/ fingers, makes circles, light brushes, that kinda thing. plays with your hair. cuddles and kisses

— ties in with love languages, but he gets you something when he goes to the shop for cigs. goes corner shop and always brings you back a bar of chocolate or a drink. also gets you flowers just bc (but not down the road bc it's a rip-off!! (even though he has a shit tonne of money (I think anyway) he's sometimes pretty tight with it - frugal if you will))

— tries not to raise his voice around you

— lovingly calls you 'insults', like nob, dick, twat

— in bed, he sleeps closest to the door (he thinks that keeps you safe)

— takes you on date nights whenever he gets the chance

— he doesn't treat you like you're disposable

— he respects women bc I say so, and not just you bc he’s dating/ with you. but women in general - waitresses, staff at the shop, an old lady in the street. I reblogged this ages ago, but something about it’s “okay to kill people (have to specify fiction) but never okay to disrespect women,” that’s him

— wants to eventually lead a simple, quiet life with you

— isn't great at expressing himself but tries hard to be better at it for you

— very observant and takes time to learn things about you. he listens to you, even when you think he doesn't. remembers things about your family, friends & work

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#ask #I want him so bad I wanna cry #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine fluff #tangerine headcanon #tangerine x fem!reader

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starysky1289 · 4 months

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Police Captain!Vanessa X Rookie!Reader. Newbie.

“ Alright settle down! Bunch of animals yall are. Ok. Steven, Mason ,Liam , you all are on patrol duty in the west, Johanna, Marcus, Harry, patrol duty to the east. Rest of yall are on you assigned duty’s seen in your schedules. Before I dismiss, we have a new rookie amongst us. Y/N L/N. Y/N will be patrolling with…Johanna, a little girl on girl time. Dismissed. “

Captain Shelly’s voice was loud, booming in the meeting room. Her Ivy green eyes made contact with yours, and she gave you a curt nod, heading out of the room. You were able to quickly find Johanna, who seemed less than pleased to have been given a rookie to drive around. She was talking with two other people, who snickered before walking away.

“ alright newbie, let’s go, ain’t much happens east end, we’ll be sitting in the middle of some parking lot for a while. Don’t expect me to hold your hand or something if we do have to pull someone over or something. You should know how to deal with tickets from the academy. “

“ yes maam, i was transferred here, so i do know a bit of- “

“ yeah great. Let’s go. “

Johanna called, leading you to her shop. It was a big black and white SUV, with the badge logo on each door, and the towns name on the bumper.

“ hey, don’t forget your belt stuff, you’ve gotta go check them out sense your new in the system. “

“ oh yeah! I’ll be right back maam! “

You quickly made your way through the station, making your way to the storage station. A nice older lady worked there, you explain your situation and she took your information. She then slid a small box through the small window of the office, inside was a new radio, a simple gun with a box of 10 billets, a yellow taser in box, and three pairs of cuffs.

“ now, everyday you’ll have to return the bullets of the gun, or the whole gun if you’d like, and the radio. This box is yours, and will be kept in your cubby in here, and everyday when you check in I’ll give it to you to gather your stuff! Your taser and cuffs stay in your locker, supposing you have a locker. “

You sighed, shaking your head. You hadnt had any time to get anything done before you were called in for the morning dispatch meeting. The lady gave you a soft smile.

“ well, if you don’t have one by the end of your shift, you can gives those to me aswell. I hope you have a good first day dear! “

“ thank you maam!! “

You quickly made your way back to the shop, opening the passenger side door. You shrieked, a small, brown cockroach was sitting right on the seat. Johanna bursted out laughing, scooping up the brown insect. Bending it to show it was just a peice of molded rubber.

“ ha. This’ll be fun. Alright, strap in, let’s go. “

You rolled your eyes, chuckling softly as you sat down, strapping into the seat. She pulled out, and you two were out, heading towards the east end.

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All the officers were parked in an old parking lot, talking to eachother through the walkies in the cars. It was dead winter, and snow was blowing all across the cars.

“ hey, Newbie. The back windows all covered up, the snow brush is in the back. Will you go clean it? “

“ isn’t there a window brush? You can just turns nob and- “

“ it’s broken. Go on. “

“ I don’t have a jacket yet- “

Johanna only glared at you, and you groaned, stepping out of the vehicle, immediately freezing. You quickly grabbed the brush from the back, slowly trudging to the back window and brushing the snow off it, and chipping some fresh ice off the back with the scraper. It felt like forever until you were done. Suddenly, with a small buzz, the back wiper turned on, the black plastic when back and forth across the window, you could hear Johanna’s laughter from inside the car. You groaned, trudging back into the car, kicking the snow off yoir shoes.

“ sorry Y/N. It must off fixed itself! Cmon, let’s go check for tickets. “

Johanna snickered, and drove off, there was a mix of laughter coming from the radio. You knew it was gonna be a hard patrol day.

*~*

You finally got back to the station, your hair was frizzed, your skin was ice cold, and your shoes soaked through. Johanna had, in just one day, made you write every ticket, ‘ Accidentally ‘ hit you with snow, scared you with the fake cockroach again, and Locked you out of the car for atleast 5 minutes. She said it was to ‘ teach you resilience ‘, but you knew it was just cause you where the new rookie.

You checked your stuff into the box with the lady, who you finally learned her name, norma. She was a sweetheart, nicest person you’ve dealt with today.

You headed to clock out, getting stoped by the captain. She was a taller woman, Vanessa was her name, blonde hair, pale skin, and beautiful green eyes. She gave you a soft smile.

“ Y/N. How was your first day patrolling. You look like you’ve been dragged through the west end. “

“ Captain. Today was…eventful…just some..resilience training…today was fine..”

Her gaze slightly hardened, looking up. Johanna and the others where laughing and talking not to far behind you.

“ what did she do to you. “

“ nothing captain..”

“ tell me y/n. “

Her voice was deep, heavy. You sighed, holding your arm as you spoke.

“ just some..rookie pranks. Lost of snow..I’m freezing, pushing, shoving, just….stuff. I don’t feel really welcome I guess…”

Vanessa quickly took off her own jacket, laying it across your shoulder. She gave you another smile, before turning to the gathers of officers.

“ HEY! LISTEN UP! I hear anymore rookie pranks going on, I’ll personally make sure you assigned to janitor duty for a month! And you keep it up, you’ll get suspended without pay. “

Johanna shot dart like glares at you, and Vanessa shot them back. You smiled, dipping your head to your captain.

“ t-thank you captain- “

“ please. Call me Vanessa. Feel free to keep the jacket, I have spares. And here, incase you ever need a call. “

Vanessa handed you a card, with her number and full name on it.

“ I’ll be free for you hun. Go home, eat something. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow darling. “

You blushed lightly, nodding. You finished clocking out and headed to your car. You felt all giggly inside. You had the captains number, and she clearly favored you. Atleast you had the captain in your corner now.

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #Police Captain!Vanessa #Rookie!Reader

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deadpool15 · 6 months

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My girl

Watching her sit there and dance now, that was amazing. I mean, I love to see my girl dance, especially since I know it took her a lot of courage to battle someone like Kristen. She was known in the dance world, and when she went up their you could see it in everyone's eyes. Curiosity yet excitement, though no one wished to take one that level themselves, so when she stood up and looked at us, I knew at that moment I would be happy no matter what. Bada was always cheering us on throughout the entire competition she was on our side. Even when I told her I had a thing for her little sister Yaya. She was our youngest member on the BEBE crew, and now everyone saw the skill and wanted her to join, but she didn't. "You're an amazing dancer, Yaya, and you would be a great addition to the crew. When have I ever been wrong about something like this," we watched Bada sit there trying to compromise with her younger sister, who before today we had no idea she had. "You're my big sister. You're supposed to say that. Can you imagine what it will be like. At times like this, I'm grateful we don't look alike, I'll be known as the downgrade Lee sister."

After some time, we managed to get her on the crew, even getting her to become my girlfriend with the help of her older sister, of course. Getting her listening to the comments of our crew was tough, like we knew that everyone was gonna put on a facade for the show but like wow they were either very good at it or just shit talking for fun. Then, when we heard the comments about Yaya, all hell broke loose.

Biggy- So it seems we have more then a two international teams?

Nob- But she is on team BEBE, so probably just another one of Bada's lost cause of a student.

Redlic- Yes, I remember her she took one of my classes before she isn't the best. It was actually sad to watch.

Redy- She is Bada's younger sister, I remember seeing her when she was a lot younger during our Cupcakes era.

Halo- I would hate to be her. Imagine living in someone's shadow your entire life.

I looked over and was pissed how dare they say that about my fucking girl. She is more talented than any of these wannabes. "That's bullshit and they know it," we were all shocked by Badas' words. Never had she been so ill tempted to swear on camera. We sat down comforting Yaya. She has always been the sensitive type. "Hey, bubbs, don't listen to even of them, ok? You have more talent in your left thumb than they have in their entire bodies." I tell her, smiling while grabbing her body to bring her closer to me. The rest of the team starts nodding their heads, agreeing with me. Everyone else comes down with LADYBOUNCE glaring at us like we were supposed to be scared or gi e a shit.

Back to where we were, the dance battle with Kristen was normal, giving us your average thrill and suspense until it started getting sexual. Now I know how people think when they see Yaya, shit I think like that when I see her. Kristen was giving her the bedroom eyes, my fucking girl. Everyone was sealed once Yaya gained a burst of confidence and decided to throw her ass back against Kristen. Now, any other time one would say a great battler plays along with thie opponents, dancing with them to throw them off their game, it's something I've learned in freestyle. Now, when I see people do it, I praise them for having good battle techniques, but as soon as Kristen started angling her hips to catch some ass I was done. The battle was over. Well, there was, and it seemed like my mine had just begun.

Before I knew it Kristen started becoming closer, I mean Jam Republic as a whole was cool and buddies with us but none of them shared such a distinct interest in a short, ebony beautiful young lady that happened to me my fucking girl. Getting her number to hand out was cool, I'm not overly possessive, so I was fine with that. Going shopping and eating together was ok, but clubbing was just a fucking no no. This leads us to this moment. "Baby, I love you so much, ok. And I trust you wholeheartedly. But you're not going to club with Kristen." I say while holding her waist, causing her smile to drop and back up from me. "Why, not?" I truly do love my baby, but she was so oblivious that sometimes anyone could see that girl wanted her except of course herself. "Baby, she has been trying to get with you for months, and I know she is your friend, and you see her as one, but she definitely wants fuck you ok. Anyone can see it. Especially in that dress I mean I would wanna fuck you too." She smiled for a moment before remembering the situation and there it goes the argument had begin.

"You have always had some time against her from day one when she is just trying to be nice. She is my friend, and I don't say shit about any of your friends that you have out with when you wanna go dance and drink." I was sitting on the bed staring at her. She looked so beautiful in that dress, but it left nothing to the imagination. Her ass was literally hanging out, and it was hard to focus on the right things. "First of all, watch your mouth. You know I don't like the swearing, and second I don't exactly have anything against Kristen, I'm pretty sure she is a nice person when she isn't trying to get into other people's girlfriends pants baby," she rolls her eyes at me before sucking her teeth and then going to the bathroom. "OK, I'm being patient with your baby, and I completely understand you're upset. You got all pretty, and you can't go out, so how about we go do something, huh? Go on a date." I tell her to try to ease the attitude she is having now before I blow up on her. "First of all, fuck you. I'm not going anywhere with you, and second, I'm a grown ass woman. I can swear when I want to, especially when my girlfriend feels like being annoying, ok?" I clenched my jaw before yanking her towards me and shoving her on the bed. "Can't be fucking nice to you can I? You wanna go out and be pretty for your little friend ok. Let's make you look all pretty for her."

And that's how we ended up in this position, with her face down ass up as I shoved my strap into her back to back. I had pressed the record button on my phone a while ago, getting the idea of sending Kristen a little message to make shit clear. "Aww, come on, baby, your camera shy now. You usually love the camera. Love sha-aking your ass on people and all that stuff, don't you. Look at the fucking camera little girl." She glazes up through her lashes, looking so fucking ruined. Just how I like her. Eyes rolling to the back of her head after coming for the fourth time tonight. "Tired baby?" She moans out voice only able to produce moans at this point, she was all fucked out. But I had a point to prove. "How about you tell our little friend here who you belong to, baby?" I smirk, watching her start to scratch the pillows up again, gasping for her. Pushing into her slowly now while rubbing clit. Pussy all swollen, and dripping from the previous times she came. "Can you do it, baby, since you are so grown. Remember that?"

She started whining for me to go faster until I looked to up and seeing Kristen texted her. "Would you look at that baby, your little admirer misses you. I wonder where you are and why you're so busy." I make sure to thrust faster after each word. Her cries can be heard all the way outside the room. "S-soo.... s-sorry....pls." I smile at that, "Are you baby. Ready to be my little obedient girl again, aren't you. Just tell me who you belong to." She tries to hide in my neck away from the camera before yelling out. "M-Minah... Belong to Minah. All yours." I push myself up while grabbing her hips to thrust faster and play with her beautiful tits. I lean over, kissing her cheek before shoving my tongue in her mouth. "That's right, baby, my girl." By the time I was done with her, she forgot all about her plans with Kristen, we lay in bed cuddling while watching a movie, then I looked at the phone and sent the video to her, gotta make sure she understands. "All mine."

(Request by @itstherenaissance)

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #minah lee #team bebe #mina lee x reader

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specialsituationsgroup · 1 year

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Lego Discworld - Patrician's Palace

Patrician's palace exterior with Ankh-Morpork coat of arms. Giant beehive / pidgeon roost / clack's tower on roof. Statue of old Stoneface and hoho in front. City catacombs under the surface.

Palace interior with secret passage. Palace garden with lilac bush and BS Johnson's exploding fountain. Ginger tom and unprofitable butterfly.

Patrician's palace, closed, front.

Havelock Vetinari, Wuffles and Igor in the puke green room. Includes candle stub on nightstand and candle stick hidden in the chest of drawers.

Mr Pump in Vetinari's study. Incudes a crossword puzzle/thud board, music sheet and the manuscript of The Servant.

Leonard of Quirm, Sybil Ramkin, Erol and Rufus Drumknott in Leonard's atelier. Includes the model of the Kite, device for removing mountains, internal combustion kettle, scultping and painting equipment, and Vetinari's portrait.

Library / secret passage. Includes Oswald, modle of the disc and a death mask / head for young Vetinari.

The low king of Dwarves in the Oblong office. Includes Vetinari's and Drumknott's desks, "world's best boss" mug, and dog biscuit.

Commander Vimes, Angua von Uberwald and lord Rust in the Rat's chamber. Includes sprig of lilac, old Stoneface's axe, and Angua's collar / stygium ring.

Otto Chirk and palace guard in the waitng room / entrance / throne room / ball room. Inclues Vetinari's clock and the gilded throne of Ankh.

Palace Cook / Glenda Sugerbean / Grace Speaker / Interchangable Emma and food taster / Young Sam in the Kitchen. Includes bread, water and hardboiled egg. Roasting salmon, caviar and goblet of blood. Wine, cheese and a spoon.

Foul ole Ron and Rincewind in the treasury. Includes snake and scorpion. Paper money, Agatean gold coin and a head of cabage.

Tears of the mushtoom and Detritus in the saferoom / bathroom. Includes matress and shaving equipment. Bathtub, chamber pot with nightsoil, and shoft lavatory paper.

Moist in the janitor's closet / botomless pit. Includes trap door and chain for mimes. Stoker Blake's shovel and the Sweeper's broom.

Death / mime and death of rats / rat spy in the dungeon. Includes barred door, Dwarven locks, and a plaque inscribed learn the words.

Possible minifig permutations, with acessories:

Charlie, assasin Vetinari, Patrician Vetinari, Stoker Blake

Drumknott, Vetinari, Adora Dearheart, Albert Spangler.

Vimes under the Summoning Dark, young constable Vimes, Commander Vimes, Sargent Keel, Sir Samuel the duke of Anhk.

BLT Sybil, Dragonbreeder Sybil, dwarf opera Sybil.

Buggy Swires, Nobby Nobs, Fred Colon, Angua von Uberwald, Carrot Ironfounderson. Commander Vimes, Reg Shoe, Cuddy, Cherry.

Groat, Moist, Stanley

Ponder Stibbons, Mustrum Ridcully and Rincewind

Mrs Rosie Palm, lady Sybil Ramkin, madam Roberta Mersole

Otto Chirk, Margolata von Ubervald, dragon king of arms

Dragon king of arms, lord Rust, mr Pin and mr Tulip, Reacher Gilt, mr Slant, lord Downey

Low king of dwarves, Bashful Bashfullson, Cuddy, Cherry

Buggy Swires, Tears of the Musroom, Of the lathe the swarf

#lego #discworld #patricians palace #ankh morpork #moc #vetinari

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nut4shuri · 1 year

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Mkay very random but like college setting where Reader meets her new dorm mate the Princess of Wakanda herself. And starts to fall for her but tries to hide it very horribly because Shuri found out within a week but kept teasing and pushing the reader to see how far she would go, leading to a night of smoking(If ur comfortable with that), shotgunning and the readers loud moaning. Just the dirtiest shit you could ever write 🤌

DORMMATES

(18+)

shuri x You/Reader

Warnings : Smut Smut Smut Dirty Shit Nasty Shit Unholy Shit,Provocative Language,Slight Cringe (some errors most likely because im to lazy to proofread)⚠️

THANKS FOR REQUESTING BAEEESSSS!!💓

I love yall.

Smiling lightly you pulled your luggage behind you as you grabbed your ticket from the hands of the perosn behind the desk.

"Room 234"she spoke suddenly and looked up from her computer and smiled at you.

You began to drag your luggage behind you as the lady behind the desk yelped.

"oh and you have a doormate. I know you requested a single but they all where taken up,sorry."

Your smile admittedly dropped,your wasn't no bougie bitch but you knew you needed your privacy,you couldn't do roommates you couldn't even share a room with your siblings let alone a random starnger.

You thought as you pulled your luggage alone up the stairs, and sighed as you walked down the hall.

Just fuck it and go home.

You dont need collage.

232,233,.."234." You said and huffed.

Turning the nob slowly you opened the door up to an empty,clean and quiet dorm.

Their sat boxes on the bed,and electronic like gadgets on the opposite desk from yours. Posters of neatly sketched out figures where on the wall also, and the shower was running.

You didn't know whether to leave or not so you just sat your bags down and began to unpack.

Not accomplishing the whole "unpack" thing you just gave in and flopped on your bed.

Till you heard a ding ans turned over searching for the sound,it was coming from a bracelet laying on your roommates dresser.

It glowed up a little before a voice sounded out.

"Princess shuri you are requested at the palace immediately." The voice sounded out.

You where taken aback at first.

"Am i tripping,maybe its the weed.." You sat and took a step back you didnt even hear the bathroom door open as you bumped into something.

You jumped then turned and their stood the Queen/Princess Of Wakanda herself,THEE black panther stood in your door room in only a towel.

You held your breath for second,and just smiled.

Her wet & curly hair dripped and draped over her face,her skin glowed as water dripped from her body she smirked at you.

"12 seconds in.You checking me out ma?"she said and you didnt know what to say.

"No..." You said as your breath rushed you stepped back and rushed out the dorm.

Its been 2 days since you've been doormates with Shiri and you had got to know her allot. Its very hard because she's so fine,you love everything about her especially her demeanor,the way she carried herself even the way she talked.

She was sweet,and nice,and had a way with words. She always had a way of teasing you without and you didn't even notice her smile each time,and even though you didnt know she knew you liked her,or felt some kind of way,but she kept teasing you ever chance she got. She loved the way you lit up and the way your body heated up against her.

She would grab your waist from behind and whisper in your ear just to tempt you. When yall studied together she would lightly tap your upper thigh when you got an answer incorrect just because she liked the way you where so reactive towards her.

Would bite her lips while looking at you,just to let you know she was checking you out.

She wanted you in every way possible and you didn't know.

"Look Dray,i don't want this anymore im tired ok. Im tired of you and your lies and your cheating and hiding.. I don't want it anymore"

"Look Y/N baby i know you don't mean that girl" he said grabbing your waist slightly pulling me you in.

You pushed back as he grabbed you more gripping your ass and agressively kissing you.

Breaking free you smacked him harshly which caused him to stare at you with wide eyes.

"Look y/n baby im sorry i-"

He started to apologize but you just walked away.

"Hey shuri-"you spoke entering your dorm room a couple hours later as you eyed the girl sitting beside shuri on her bed.

"Hey."she spoke driley,as she groped at the girl's chests and the girl planted kisses on her neck.

The rest of that night shuri was really rude,she had an aggressive toan when speaking to you and even sat and made out with the girl in front of you.

"Uhm shuri did you get the homework for cal-"

"find that shit on your own."she spoke nonchalantly.

After the girl left shuri tried to talk to you but you continued to ignore her.

In the middle of the night you got up and took a long shower,after getting out you pulled a big white shirt and some small black shots on wrapping your damp haur in a smalled white towel.

"I need to smoke" you said as you whipped your hands over your face.

Walked outside the room you looked over at shuirs sleeping body and sighed.

Walking over to your draw you grabbed your rillows and your small black pouch within your bag,taking it and tossing it to your bed as you walked to your door to insure it was closed,lighting an candle and placing it by the door hesitantly.

As you where rolling up you listened to shuris faint groans in her sleep,making you look over at her as her eyes began to flutter open.

You continued to lap at the blunt in your hands tucking it tight and grabbing at your hellow kitty lighter on your dresser.

She just layed their looking at your for a moment,her big btown eyes staring you up and down watching you like a hawk making you heat up inside.

"Y/N.." She began to speak as you placed the blunt to your mouth.

Inhaling slowly an pulling it back.

"Im sorry about earlier...."she slurred out completely.

You took a minute,then repsonded.

"Its alright its not like you owe me any loyalty anway,your not my girlfriend."

"But i want you to be.."

You stopped inflhllaing before turning over to look at her.

"What?"

"Let me see that" She said standing up her musle shirt tight to her chest and her curls ran crazy over hear head,her hair was more fuller and longer and she had a tatto on her upper arm.

You eyed her as she stood standing over you her hand moving to your chin pulling you in.

"I dont ever wanna see you with that dumb ass nigga again. Do you hear me?" You knew what she was referring to.

"Yes.."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Shuri."

She let out a hmm and smiled at you lightly.

"Who was that girl.." You said turning your head to the side.

"Some girl,agreed to be my study partner the finals. But its clear she just wanted this strap" she replied cheesly.

Making you cringe and roll your eyes.

Shuri has a big ass ego i could tell you that. But boy was she right.

She showed you the strap,teasing you with it,poking you all over your body. Sometimes she would purposely leave it out so you could see.

It was really hard for you to contain yourseld.

"y/n..ive been watching you.."

"Really?"

"Yeah..ever since ive met you."

"yeah.."you added on watching her pull the blunt to your mouth letting you inhale.

"i know you want it just say it baby.."she said whispering in your ear.

your cheeks flashed red as hell as you palmed your knees in your hands

"shuri-"

Placing the blunt down she stood up walking over to her drawn pushing it aside to reveal a button behind it.

You bit your lip in curiosity as she looked back and smiled pushing the button.

The bed mad a creek like latching sound and began to hover to the side a bit and Shuri walked back to the side where it was visible to you.

Pulling out a draw hidden underneath the bed she smiled at your reaction.

"Shuri whats in it.."

"patience,baby."

She opened it smiling at you realving all types of hand cuffs,toys,vibrators,blind folds,bondages...etc.

you then realized the princess of wakanda was a kinky mf.

you sat in silence for a second then stood up walking over and picking up the pink toy from the box..

"Have these been in-"

"Hell no,why on earth would i want to use toys on you that have been in other woman."

"Y-you want to use them on me?"

Shuri smirked lightly.

"Would you let me?"

You stiffened up for a sec you weren't sure if this is what you want.. Or maybe it was the weed.

"Yes."

Shuri smiled.. Walking over to you slowly like a lion getting ready to attack its prey.

She picked you up aggressively pushing you against the wall and pressing her lips against yours,their was no room for you to move as she pushed her body against yours grinding her hips into you and beginning to run her warm hands over your clothed nipples.

You gripped tightly on her hair making her groan and bite your bottom lip,her hand gripped at your figure.

Kissing every part of your body she flicked your nipples and continued to grind against you. As she tossed you on to her bed.

Ripping your clothes from your body she kissed at your neck and massaged your chests,all your sinful moans encouraged her to continue on.

She sucked one of your nipples and massaged the other one,breaking away to give the same attention to the other one.

Moving down slow and teasingly she grabbed both your thighs and spread your legs and continued to move down.

You bit your lip throwing your head back,gripping her hair and trying to forcefully push her down to where you wanted her.

She groaned smacking your hand and landing a harsh slap on your pussy making you whine out.

Walking to the box she pulled out two pairs of hand cuffs.

Unsure of what she was about to do you kept quite and watched as she skillfully cuffed your hands and used the other cuffs to cuff the chain of your already cuffed hands and cuffed the opposite part to a pole on her bed.

She smiled at you and kissed your lips.

"are you comfortable?"

"yes" you croaked out.

"My impatient baby" she said as she looked you in the eyes her hand ran down your body and to your wetness.

She massaged over it and ran her fingers over your clit collecting all your wetness...

Placing her fingers in her mouth she sucked soflty.

Lapping at your clit she aggressively pushed the vibrating toy in and out of you at a fast pace,causing the vibrations,and sinful sounds to sound out into your bed room.

"please please"

"please what baby" she said as she wrapped her lips around your clit sucking softly loving the feeling of your lit throbbing in her mouth.

"please don't stop sh-shuri"

she began to thrust the toy into you even faster as your high began to approach.

your breath quickened as your eyes rolled back and you let out a moan of relief.

Turning off the toy she pulled the toy out of you and walked over to her dresser pulling a blunt from it and sparking it up.

She leaned against the dresser and smiled at you,walking over she pressed the blunt to your lips allowing you to take a couple puffs as she began to remove her clothing in the slowest way possivle way,taunting you as you whined.

Her hands grasped at your sides as you bounced up and down on her lap making her throw her head back and groan.

Her hands massages your nipples softly. Making the sensation much more better.

she groaned and continued to groan and moan after each thrust,the strap twitched inside of you as you bounced upward.

"please y/n baby don't stop"

You held onto her shoulders,aggressively attaching your lips to hers.

You just wished this ecstasy could last forever.

mmm. this has... HOMO written all over it.😏

#letitia wright #shuri x reader #shuri udaku #black panther #shuri x you #wakanda forever #shuri smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri black panther

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fancyfeathers · 3 months

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When Rain Washes Blood

(Yandere Ghost OC)

(A/N- This was my first short story I have ever written, and another version of it, the first version, was actually for a college class I took)

The rain hit the window with hard thuds as it poured down and slammed down the glass. The room was completely dark with the moon covered with the dark clouds. There was a young woman laid in the bed, wide awake, eyes fixed on the glass of the window where it felt like it may shatter the glass. The seemingly ancient house gave her chills, the feeling of eyes watching her kept her from sleeping. Her lack of sleep made it feel as if she was seeing things, a dark figure walking down the hall but would disappear when she got close, dinner utensils moving on their own, books falling off their shelves, and so on.

She only had to stay here for a few days longer and then the next renters would move in and these strange mishaps would be their problem. That was a selfish thought, letting other people move in here without knowing a thing about the uniqueness, for lack of a better word, of the house, but honestly if she stayed here any longer she felt like she may lose her mind. So the moment she heard about people moving in soon, she immediately began packing her things, which was not much since the house came with much of the older furniture, apparently from the first owner who had died a very long time ago. When she asked the current owner on how he had died the answer startled her.

“Murder from what I’m told. Murdered by his own wife.”

Now that fact does not surprise her, if anything now it made sense with all the strange happenings in the house. Living with a ghost, that was the conclusion she came to, a haunted house. She was not a superstitious person but with all the evidence laid in front of her she could ignore it no longer.

The sound of footsteps snapped the young lady out of her thoughts as she layed in bed. She couldn’t sleep so she slipped out of bed and went to switch on the lights… huh that was strange, it wasn’t working, a power outage perhaps? She reached for her phone to use the flashlight from that but that was not working either, her phone was dead it seemed. She huffed and went into the dark hallway alone, the only guide for her steps being the hand she kept on the wall and the footsteps she tried to follow.

She noticed a faint glow from under one of the doors, a room she has never been in, the study of the first owner, completely untouched and locked from what she remembers. She reached for the nob, going to test it but she only found that the door opened and not locked like she remembered. She pushed open the door and the dust hit her nose immediately, the entire study was covered in it. The study was lit by a candle that rested on the side table by one of the couches, that she didn’t dare sit on for how only and unkempt they looked. She stepped in and closed the door behind her before exploring the old room.

She could still hear the heavy slams of the rain and harsh wind that hit the house from within the study that she explored. The walls were lined with books that were older than anything she had ever seen, she didn’t even know if she could open it before the paper got destroyed if it wasn’t already. There were also many old photos and portraits of a young man and a young lady, who must have been the first owners of the house, the victim and murderer. She stared at them for a long time but she couldn’t get the itch that she had seen that woman somewhere before, she just couldn’t place where. With a heavy sigh she decided to call it a night and she picked up the candle that was on the table when she came in and went to the door to open it, but it wouldn’t open, it was locked.

The room itself felt like it had dropped ten degrees as she found that she couldn’t move her limbs on her own. They felt like they were made of lead but they moved as if someone was puppeteering her like a marionette. She found herself walking to the desk and picking up a framed photo on the desk, it was of the first owner and his wife. As if someone else was behind her she could feel someone wrap their arms around her waist, but they were cold, a grip like death. A voice like velvet spoke from behind her, sweet and smooth and called her... “Oh my love.”

Her eyes widened in horror as she found her free hand reaching out to grab the old, rusted letter opener that rested on the desk. She watched as one of the ghostly hands reached up to hers holding the sharp object, holding it along with hers. “Till death do us part.”

As she laid on the floor, blood pooling out beneath her she looked at the photo that she held that fell on the floor with her. She finally recognized who the wife, the murderer, looked like, it looked like her.

#Yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere aesthetic #yandere blog #yandere oc #male yandere x reader #yandere x darling #male yandere

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galaxyspinup · 5 months

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PRETTY BOY: CONTRIBUTORS

Thank you all for your patience for Pretty Boy. Please give a round of applause for all our contributors. Thank you for reaching out and asking to be part of this project. Everyone here loves Anakin with all our heart, so you know their pieces will be amazing.

List of contributors:

Artists

r_pppppp_p, @strawberryreddy , @dinagastuff , @beeftendergroin, @fauxobsidian

@kana7o , hellfire_fucker, @obibabywan, @droidwrangler, nicky_tess

@ooowyn , lemonyzed, @atlastriesisfuckingtaken @weillschmidtdoodles @bakaramia

@tomicaleto @starryariart k333t333 @cupid-snow

Writers

Slayderkin @innominatta @spitefyre @starsdies @kenobisanakin

@virahaus anakinschmanakin @crazyloststar @obi-nob-kenobi @lady-of-rohan (both as a writer and cosplayer!)

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker zine #star wars zine #ahsoka tv show #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #the clone wars #darth vader #owk series #star wars #fandom events #zine #fan zine #fanzine #fanzine contributors

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ediewentmissing · 2 years

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You and Eddie are enemies. Rivals. And you have been ever since you joined Hawkins “Hell Hole" High. It was constant competition between you two, always fighting over Mike's attention and who owned more band posters. Eddie disliked you straight off the bat. Right the moment he saw you. Not necessarily because you were a bad person, but just because you could get away with being different.

All Eddie's life, he had been teased, bullied, and judged because of the way he looked, the way he dressed, and the way he acted. But somehow you were a mirror image of him and you weren't treated the same way that he had been all this time. In fact, all the boys fell to their knees for you the first day you came to school. You were invited with open arms to sit with every clique; with the basketballers, science nerds, band, and even the partiers, but not at the Hellfire table. God only knows why they accepted you as a part of society; you looked and sounded even more metal than he did.

When Dustin broke the news that you had been good friends with him for longer than Eddie had, that fueled Eddie's jealousy and anger all the more. You were Eddie. So why the hell were you the one getting special treatment?

Fortunately, with envy, comes mind-blowing sex.

The water was the perfect temperature. Finally. After a couple minutes of turning the nobs, you could safely get into the shower. You had just finished your swim at the pool and you were taking a shower in the change rooms, without your swimming suit on of course, because what's the point of showering if you have clothes on?

"Your swimming skills are terrible." Eddie's voice shocks you and you turn around to see him with a smirk on his face, leaning against the wall of the shower cubicle. You don't bother to cover yourself up. He's seen you naked plenty of times before. His eyes greedily trail down your body. His boner is prominent in his swimming trunks.

"This is the ladies' room, Eds. I know you may look like a girl, with your hair an' all,” You gesture with your hand towards his head, “but you aren't one. Now get out, would ya?" He stands still, the smirk faltering the slightest, tilting his head to one side, "And it's not like you can swim anyway. I've seen you. You look like a drowning rat."

"Hm," You look up at him smugly, "Make me."

He chuckles in a taunting way, shaking his head, "Luckily for me, you can't talk when your mouth is filled with my cock. You gonna let me fuck your face, Y/N?"

You get on your knees, holding Eddie's bare thigh in one hand as the other hovers over his member. Throbbing, wet (double wet considering the water coming from the shower head), and fucking big. Seven inches and thick.

You lick a stripe up from the bottom of his shaft to his weeping slit and he groans with pleasure. His hand braces against the wall, the other tangles in your soggy hair. Your head dips down and you stuff as much of him into your as you possibly can without suffocating, your cheeks hollowing out. You bob your head, setting a hard rhythm.

"Fuck, sweetheart." His brows are knitted. Your nose brushes the bush of curls at his base and his tip reaches the back of your mouth. He guides himself deeper down your throat by pushing your head down, and you gag, which makes him moan. He doesn't care about how you feel; as much as it didn't seem like it from the perspective of anyone else, you were his minion and he was going to use your body as he desired.

"Y/N, Y/N, wait," He moans, "Gotta - fuck - needa stop." He doesn't want to finish this fast. But you want him to. He tries to pull himself out of your mouth, but you shove your head down lower and gag again and he groans.

"Hey, you deaf?" His voice is scary and intimidating, "Such a whore." You got butterflies, but insisted on playing the back-and-forth game: Who was going to ultimately be more dominant?

Eddie really wants it to be him.

"Eddie. Quit being such a douche. Let me go."

"Nice try." He rolls his eyes, not looking at you, but at your cunt as you’re spread wide open for him. He runs a finger through your slick folds and you whimper, shutting your eyes. He brings his finger up to your face.

"Look how wet you are. Poor pussy wants attention, doesn't she?" He places his fingertip back down at your entrance, bottoming out with his finger suddenly and you moan, tilting your head back against the cold shower wall.

“The safe word is ‘Fuck me harder’.” He grins at your blissed expression. He thrusts into you rapidly, staring at your hole engulfing his finger.

He scoffs at your face, scrunching up with arousal and vexation and he shoves another finger inside you, "What's wrong? Gonna cum already, slut? Gonna cum with my fingers full of you?"

"N-No." You lie, moaning frantically. He moves his thumb to rub your clit as fast as possible and he finger-fucks you faster. Your eyes roll back into your head and everything is a pure rhapsody. You make a particularly loud moan and he replies with, 'Yeah? You like that?"

Your built-up tension finally releases and you climax. You contract tightly around his fingers and he watches, cherishing your classic fucked-out face. He wishes he could tattoo it on the inside of his eyelids. He thrusts his fingers slower and stops working your bud.

After you come down from your high, he smirks at you devilishly, "You definitely liked that."

“Rack off, Munson.”

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #saintbutasadistmature #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n

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momowritings · 23 days

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Love Bites pt. 4

Cute little babies in cute little Halloween costumes

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

Preview: When everyone’s attention is focused on the glittering light show Megumi looks back at his dad, and sees that you are standing much closer to him than before. He squints, noticing that you have your pinkies entwined together before fully enclosing each other’s hands...

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Chapter Four: Apple Cider

“Rina, you lied to me. You make it sound like you teach the spawns of satan but all these kids look absolutely adorable.”

“They are spawns of satan,” Rina hisses quietly, making sure no other teachers can hear her. You shake your head in disbelief. “Of course they are on their best behavior now. Nobody wants ISS.”

“Well I think that they are adorable. I mean, there’s mini Princess Tiana and tiny Jack Sparrow. That’s a crossover I never thought I would see,” You point at the kids who came dressed up for the fall festival. There were different booths open, from games, to food, to arts and crafts, and apparently the school had a special surprise as the finale.

“I guess they’re not all bad,” Rina grumbles.

Three kids walked up to Reyna’s booth, their costumes bringing a bright smile to her face. The child in the middle looked familiar to you but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“And what can I get the vampire queen, Frankenstein, and the werewolf today? I have caramel brownie bites, mini cinnamon rolls, and peppermint bark. Oh, and I also have apple cider,” you display.

“I’m Frankenstein’s monster. Mary Shelley never gave the monster a name,” says the kid in the middle. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“You’ve read Frankenstein already? I didn’t have to read that until high school,” you blink. The little kid just shrugs his shoulders.

“How much do we have to pay you? I would like some brownie bites,” says the vampire queen. She has a hand held mirror and checks her fangs in it.

“It’s all free. Just let me know what you want.”

“Then I want one of everything and some cider!” Says the werewolf.

“Yuji, leave some for other people.”

“What? She said it’s free,” Yuji looks back at you and you nod your head. “See Nobara!”

“Fine. I’d like to have a brownie bite and peppermint bark then. What about you, Megumi?”

Megumi was about to order until he read your apron. It was the same flourish of cursive letters that he had seen on the boxes his dad brought home. His eyes narrow suspiciously, pointing his finger at your clothes.

“Are you the owner of Love Bites?”

You chuckle nervously. “Yes…why?”

“And you’re dressed like a witch?”

“The Wicked Witch of the West, yes.”

“Megumi, you might be right. She really did curse your dad,” Yuji says with a mouth full of brownies. Megumi scowls at him, but his face looks so much like his father that you had to hold back a laugh.

“So you’re Toji’s son? It’s lovely to meet you. I promise, I did not curse your dad to be a slave to my baked goods.”

“Yeah. You haven’t given him your cookie yet,” Rina whispers in your ear, making you smack her arm.

“My dad was eating a jelly donut once, your jelly donut. He has never eaten those before. The jelly fell on his pants, and he just stared at it for a really long time. I think the sugar is rotting his brain since he keeps on going back to buy more.”

You snort but you couldn’t get mad at the child. He says everything so matter-of-factly you almost felt compelled to agree with him. “How about you taste one of my treats and you can come to your own conclusion?”

Megumi narrows his eyes again, but the pretty lady didn’t set off any alarms in his head. He takes a caramel brownie bite and takes his time to really chew it. You, Rina, Yuji, and Nobara stand in anticipation as you await Megumi’s verdict. After what seemed to be ages Megumi swallows and looks back to you. You lean in close when he opens his mouth to sigh.

“I don’t hate it.”

You turn and high five Rina while Nobara hands Yuji a one dollar bill. “I told you he would like her eventually,” he smirks. Nobara shakes her head in despair and clings to Megumi’s shoulder. “What happened to your cold heart? I just lost money because you want to be nice.”

“I may be a hater but I won’t be a liar,” Megumi grumbles, taking a cup of apple cider to wash down the snack.

“I’m glad that you liked it,” you swell, and Megumi really couldn’t get himself to dislike the mystery baker lady like he had planned to.

“Megumi, there you are!” Huffed Toji. He was in his customary black suit, except his hair was pushed back and you couldn’t help but to stare. Toji’s eyes bounced between Megumi and Reyna, and then to you and Rina, then back to Megumi. He nods to you before turning his attention back to his kid.

“The fireworks are about to start,” Toji said carefully. “Let’s go get a good spot.”

Megumi could tell the nervous look in his father’s eyes as he looked at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Frankenstein’s monster turned to look at you. “Do you want to come with us?”

You start to decline but Rina jumps in. “I’ll take it from here. I’m not a fan of fireworks and I see them every year. Go, have some fun,” she winks.

You look at Toji and he looks hopeful. He sees her wearing the earmuffs and beanie that he had bought you a week before and he smiles . Not a wide, opened mouth smile, but you have studied his facial expressions long enough to know that he was beyond happy and you blush, following them to an open spot on the field. The kids trail in front of the two adults and whisper among themselves.

“Megumi, your dad should be holding her hand. Why isn’t he doing that?” Nobara hisses.

“He’s a slowpoke that’s why. Why do you even care?”

“She’s pretty and she can bake. We’d be dumb not to like her,” Yuji answers. Megumi scowls at them but before he can answer the fireworks start.

When everyone’s attention is focused on the glittering light show Megumi looks back at his dad, and sees that you are standing much closer to him than before. He squints, noticing that you have your pinkies entwined together before fully enclosing each other’s hands, and when Toji’s eyes fall on his son’s, he gives a father a sharp nod before turning back to listen to his friends try to shout louder than the fireworks.

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