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stararch4ngelqueen · 6 months

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hear me out…jason proposing 😵‍💫 i’m such a sucker for a lowkey proposal like you’re just having a normal convo and he’s like “marry me” and you’re like wtf but you laugh it off bc like ofc he’s joking so when you’re like “you’re funny” he’s just dead serious, “marry me.”

I don’t really know where I was going with this, but if you get the reference I respect you.

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Time written - 10:10 a.m

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You weren’t a criminal when you met Robin, years before his tragic prime. It wasn’t every day when your paths crossed with a cape wearing teen around your age, even more so on his search of a bag of valuables you were ready to deny when it ‘accidentally’ came into your hands.

“Care to tell me how that happened?” The Boy Wonder at the time smirked, amused at your gawking face.

“Cat got her own tongue? What, you need some milk?”

You rolled your eyes. I you were a thief, you’d have sense to throw the satchel at his head. The cheesy jokes must’ve been a Robin thing. “I’m more of an Ice cream girl, actually. But, I didn’t steal this!”

To add up on this horribly unprecedented situation, Robin quirked a brow behind that domino mask of his, gesturing his head towards the bag of valuables in question.

“Trade you a milkshake for that.”

It was your turn to be incredibly confused, your mouth left open for quite some time. Was he serious right now?

“I choose the flavor.” You state after a further moment of thought.

“Seems fair.”

“And the place it’s bought from.”

“That’s askin’ a bit much,” Robin began to huff, hinting his growing smirk as your frown deepens.

“All I’m asking for is a five dollar shake in exchange for this bag full of hundreds of dollars, bird boy.”

“A five dollar shake in exchange for about seven hundred bucks inside that bag,” Robin points out, his smile growing bigger and bigger. “Throw in your phone number, an’ we got a deal, kitty cat.”

It turned into unconventional milkshake roof dates, sitting over the skylines, staring down at the chaotic world below as the two of you shared an unintentional paradise.

He’d tease your fear of heights, constantly calling you a Catwoman rip off, but he always made sure to never let you fall. Your relationship was sweet, too sweet, and gone way too fast.

Your rooftop dates were a tradition you kept alive when he died, only to resurface when a knock at your window interrupted you of sleep, opening your balcony to find a single milkshake perfectly balanced, with a bright black arrow drawn on the cup to meet Red Hood on the roof.

Jason Todd wasn’t the same as you remembered him to be, but he was still Jason, underneath all that broodiness that shielded him from whatever unseen traumas he hadn’t shared with you quite yet.

All these months since he ‘returned’, he always made sure to keep up your ice cream date schedules. Nine o’clock sharp on the roof of your apartment building. Sometimes, ontop of Wayne Industries on special occasions. He’d always be the one to carry you, especially now.

What did stick with him was his horrible Robin humor, which was what you believed he was using when he popped such an unexpected question.

“What?” Came your first response, a nervous laugh leaving your lips. A strange warm throb formed in your heart, thudding rapidly in your chest.

“What did you say?”

“Marry me.” He repeats again, never putting off that firm expression plastered on his face.

What an untimely thing to say in the calm before an unknown storm. Both of you were out of breath after chatting for an hour, sipping on thick melted shakes and laughing over the previous Boy Wonder.

“Jason, this isn’t funny.” You peer down at your cup, nearly finished with its contents. He always got your favorite.

“You’re right,” He agrees, his tone a little too calm to be considered any sort of joke.

All possibility of opportunity to pop a laugh and admit he was joking weighed heavily in the air, carried around by the nightly breeze. He never says he’s joking, never shrugs off such an alarming, mind blowing question.

“What if you’re kidding?” Your denial still leaks through, making his lips twitch upwards. It has to be a joke, he wouldn’t say it like this.

“What if I’m not?” He casually responds, nearly wearing down your patience.

“You’re not joking, are you?”

“I’m not.”

“Jason.” Saying his name so softly, littered with fear and hesitancy makes his second life heart melt. Being so sweet on his girl, even after his death, taught him a great lesson about time.

Regardless if he didn’t arrive at nine o’ clock sharp, or if you arrived two minutes late, time could easily be taken away, ruining everything.

He remains quiet, watching your flustered expression vary from your hands along your cup before setting it down beside you. Taking this chance, he gently grasps hold of your hand before it had a chance to retreat into the safety of your jacket pocket.

“I meant what I said,” Jason speaks again in a more calm, soothing tone of voice. “I know this ain’t traditional. I don’t exactly do traditional, but … I wanna marry you.”

His hand squeezes yours, making you hesitant to speak further. He was serious, the realization was heavily daunting in such a unique way. A unique, exciting way.

“Why?” You look at him again, swallowing slowly as he leans closer, nearly making you anticipate a kiss.

Instead, his forehead settles against yours, taking in the rich, crystalline serenity of your unique, radiant beauty.

“Because,” he mutters, “You waited for me.”

Dedication, patience, hope; That was worth more to him than gold, worth much more than the bag of valuables he knew you didn’t steal.

“I have a ring for ya,” Jason continues on whilst his thumb strokes along the back of your hand. “If you don’t like it, I’ll getcha whatever you want. We’ll have as big of a wedding as you want, then we’re gonna go somewhere.”

“Somewhere?” You whisper.

“Yeah. Just you and me; no crime fighting, no danger. Nothing. Just us.”

“Just us?”

“Yeah babygirl,” Jason peers into your eyes, wanting to coo at your noticeable tears. “Wherever you want. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

You just needed to say yes.

You couldn’t help but giggle with an overwhelming mix of emotions, your trembling hand reaching up to settle behind his hooded head.

“Why do I feel like,” you nearly laugh in between your words. “Why do I get this feeling you put the ring in my cup?”

“An’ ruin a perfectly good five dollar shake?” Jason expresses in surprise, chuckling along with your giddy laughter. “C’mon babe. I’m not that inconspicuous.”

“Then where is it?”

Jason tilts his head, raising a brow. “Why’re you asking, kitty cat? Plan on stealing it?”

“No,” you muse, your nose nearly bumping against his.

“You expecting me to slip it on right about now?” His hand finds purchase along your hip, cradling your supple body. “Dosent work unless you—“

You cut him off via a kiss, one he graciously accepts.

You tasted like cherry sublime mixed with the highlife, a good life where you always existed in it. If he were to die again, he needed to know that he went with one successful accomplishment. Marrying his Robinhood sweetheart.

“Yes,” you whisper, those tears you worked so hard to hold back cascading down your cheeks. “I’ll marry you, Jason.”

In knowing him since he was Robin, till you met him as the muscular, ever brooding Red Hood, you’ve never seen the man smile so big. His eyes shining brighter than the moon that was ever so beautiful tonight.

Grasping hold of your hips, he pulls you into his arms, carelessly tilting over his half finished milkshake cup in the process. His lips find you once more after sitting you in his lap, muscled forearms snuggly hugging around your waist, holding you as physically close to him as possible.

“The ring I gotcha-“ he muffles against your pretty lips in between kisses. “- is at my place. Waiting for you—on my bed.”

Your laugh was all you could respond with. From the very start, it’s as if he planned this all out. All it took was a bag of misplaced valuables and the promise of a five dollar shake.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #dc jason todd #jason todd x y/n #it’s an interesting thing #I like this but I don’t #idk why #I didn’t like how I wrote it #but i hope you enjoy #it

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biibini · 4 months

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modern!mizu pt2 sfw + nsfw

a/n: brain continues to rot 😵‍💫 i thought i would focus more on ur relationship w mizu & ur dynamic with her

note: nsfw at the bottom!

ok so ab u two hehe

sfw ☆

modern!mizu gets into a playful mood w u from time to time

usually when she gets bored from hw or takes a break after coming back from the gym, she’ll come out of the zone and bother u

she loves to press ur buttons especially when it’s the two of u alone

modern!mizu is a tease. next headcannon.

“Mizu. Stop.”

“Stop? What would I be stopping?” she would say in a teasing manner.

“You know what I mean-“ you say as she continues to squish your face with her left hand. A small but undeniable smirk starts forming on her face.

however, when u are both out, she’ll keep the teasing to a minimum

at least tries to (the voices r strong but shes stronger most of the time)

her hand might just slip down by ur waist and squeeze it at times to get a little reaction or gasp out of u

(but that’s an idea for me to elaborate on later)

modern!mizu prefers u to hold her arm than her hand

she’ll take either but she feels more secure knowing ur holding onto her

she def likes it when u lightly squeeze her arms to stay close

modern!mizu likes joining in on ur care routine before going to sleep (this is kinda nsfw)

at first, she was curious as to what products u were using on ur face

she initially saw the facial ice roller as a new toy ngl

it’s not one of her proudest moments

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You were in the bedroom finding your pajamas, not even guessing what she would ask you next

“You bought a new toy?” Mizu yells from the bathroom.

“I did?”

She comes out with your facial ice roller in hand.

“Baby-“ you start speaking.

“I mean I know you said you wanted to test out temperatures in bed one time but…”

“Miz-“

“Just how… exactly do we use this? I know this part is the handle but where does the ice go?” she asks as she holds the handle sideways, staring at the product and analyzing its usage.

You start to giggle a little as you take the roller out of her hands.

“I’m being serious. How does it work?”

“Mizu, it’s for my face.”

She starts blanking out as you begin to roll the cold icy part on your cheeks.

“It’s supposed to help with puffiness.”

“Oh…”

self care along with her nightly tea became a comforting ritual in her bedroom

she was intrigued by the amount of skincare products u own

it’s not a lot (jk)

mizu totally didn’t build a whole shelf for ur products (she made sure it fit everything)

modern!mizu is ur guinea pig, and vice versa (sorta)

if u wanted to try a new product, she would try it with u

if she had a new creation/projected she needed to test out, u would be the second person she would call to check on production

u used to be the first until the “incident”

one time she called u in at the dead hour of 2 AM to come to the auto-shop and see her creation

it was a makeshift turbine for a solo project and all u had to do was turn it on to low fan speed

u ended up turning it on the highest speed somehow and broke the fragile engine

mizu froze as she watched her project get quickly chopped up by the fan

however she starts running to push u away and protect u when the fan starts hurling towards ur direction

u end up finding out she mislabeled the fan speed and made the “lowest” setting the highest setting

worried that she would put u in danger again, she asks taigen or ringo to test her new projects

she continues to be a guinea pig with ur skincare products and cooking

(ill make this vary depending on reader’s skills)

if ur not a rlly good cook, u and mizu can make two halves meet and collaborate on cooking together

u would probably ask ringo to help u out more than mizu admits to (it’s for the better and safety of the apartment)

if u are a good cook, she’ll be a bit more confident and step up as ur sous chef

she jokingly calls u “yes chef” as she gives u a kiss on ur cheek

one day, u bought a chef hat and started prepping dinner before mizu got back from the gym

You hear the front door open and the small ring of the jingle bell Ringo put on the handle.

“Y/N? Ringo?” Mizu yells as she puts down her bag.

“In here!” You yell from the kitchen. You fix your newly bought chef hat to match Mizu’s little running bit.

“Hey what are you coo-“ Mizu stops to look at what you’re wearing.

Some slippers, one of her shirts, and a chef hat. Oh my god. You turn to look at her with a smile.

“What is… that?“ She says, gawking at the hat.

“You like what I bought?”

“Yes but I wasn’t expecting a whole chef hat.” Mizu says as gives you a quick hug from behind and a little “hello” kiss on your cheek.

“You mean ‘Yes chef’?” You say teasingly.

“Haha very funny…”

You stare at her, pausing your cooking as you wait for the right words to be spoken out. She looks back and sighing in defeat.

“Yes chef.” She says as you giggle at her defeated tone, continuing to tend to dinner.

modern!mizu will chop and prep for u

give her a knife and a chopping board

ask and u will receive

random thought but she will tough out the onions

when she first starts her sous chef journey, she would always chew gum

she never realized that she could avoid onion tears with this method until she tried it

game changer !!

trust her w the onions. always.

modern!mizu enjoys dates out with u but the best dates are done at home, cuddling and watching netflix

u guys def have movie/tv show nights

maybe even experiment in cooking dinners

it’s peaceful and quiet (besides ringo joining in occasionally most of the time)

cuddling and relaxing after long school days resets both of u

mizu esp loves it when u both are under the covers and she can feel u doze off

it makes her a little sleepy too

As the second to final episode of your show comes to an end, Mizu checks up on you. She finds you, eyes closed & softly breathing.

“Y/N” she whispers while slowly unwrapping the blanket covering you two.

“Uh hm…” you say as you try and grip onto the blanket, it’s warmth escaping you. A light chuckle comes out of Mizu.

She successfully takes off the blanket, laying it to hang on the couch. She makes a mental reminder to fix it before she leaves for the gym tomorrow. You on the other hand are slowly waking up and walking to the bedroom, still holding her hand.

“C’mon now, let’s get to bed.”

You simply nod as she brings you to the bedroom to continue your sleep. She’ll catch you up on what you missed when you dozed off the following day.

modern!mizu would sleep on her back

it’s best to relieve lower back pain after learning from her adopted dad

so she’s adapted the same habit as him

when it comes to cuddling, she wraps her arm around you as she dozes off

if u wanted (or she wanted) to spoon, she would initially be the big spoon

however, the more u get into ur relationship, the more she switches over to being the little spoon

the feeling of ur hands wrapped around her as you both doze off is comforting

big spoon does stay on top though

it gives her access to… places

nsfw ♥︎

yk how i said in the first modern!mizu that she was touchy (and here too)

modern!mizu needs to hold or touch u whenever u guys are doing it

ur face, hands, shoulder, waist, hips, thighs

anywhere basically

she loves giving ur hips a squeeze while guiding u through the motions

when she’s making out with u, she lovesss to cup ur face or hold ur waist closer to u with her hands

when eating u out, u cannot escape

those gym seshes come in clutch

her arms will wrap around ur thighs and will not let u go

“Be good for me, will ya?” Mizu says, her breath only a few inches away from your heat.

You can only nod as you let your legs succumb to her arms. There’s no use fighting against them. You’ve tried and failed many times.

she would also hold onto ur hips if ur on top

she loves the control she would have on ur hips while u bounce up and down on her strap on

if not ur hips, she would give ur ass a squeeze as u continue to be riding her

modern!mizu always loves to leave a little mark

she knows how sensitive u can be around ur neck and loves to leave at least one, maybe two

if not there, then definitely around ur breasts

no one’s going to see them (most of the time)

she loves doing it especially when ur stimulated below by her fingers that are slowly yet deeply thrusting into ur wet insides

it would overstimulate u

but it would be so fun to see her lovely girl crumble little by little by her fingers and mouth

modern!mizu will do anything to hear ur voice

when she’s making out w u and hears a moan escape from ur lips, she’s so ready

ur moans escaping from ur lips while she eats u out is the best melody she’s ever heard

she gets lost indulging in ur noise that she would have to double check if anyone else is home before continuing

if ur moans gets louder when she goes faster, she will keep that pace up until ur a mumbling mess

so ab her being a tease earlier

modern!mizu likes to tease, especially when ur close

“Is my Y/N getting close?” she coos as she continues to thrust into you.

You were already overstimulated with how much she has done with you that night. From making out to practically squirting on her fingers earlier, your mind was a mess. As she thrust into you, all you could do was nod and moan as she hit a deeper spot.

“That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

You mumbled a yes and nodded. She heard you. But was it a spoken answer? Not exactly to Mizu.

She slows her pace down and looks to see your reaction: fucked out, dazed, and is practically begging for more.

“Mizu, please.”

“Please what?”

She grinds once to hear another moan come out. You continue to lose it as you start to bounce up and down on her strap, finding the spot again.

“Please fuck me more.” you answer.

She grinned as she watch you continue to move your hips up and down on her. Who knew you could still have the energy after all?

However, Mizu wasn’t done toying with you. She wants to hear your exact words.

“Fuck you how much more?” She says slyly as her hips start to slowly match your pace. You get silent as you find the right angle.

“Deeper. Much deeper.”

“Oh yeah?” she answers breathily, lining her hands with your waist as she searches for the deep spot.

A loud moan escaped your lips. Bingo.

“Good girl.” she calls as she continues her deep thrusts into you, coming once again.

hands down, making you speak while you’re fucked out is the favorite way to tease u

i cannot exaggerate how ur moans get her off

it’ll always be in the back of her mind while she continues to mess w u

it’s basically an obsession

hearing her lover practically crumble from her is her favorite part of teasing u

#mizu x reader #mizu x y/n #mizu x you #mizu headcanons #headcanon #mizu bes #bes mizu #bes x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai x you #bes #mizu come home the kids miss you

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fairybinie · 1 year

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drunk words // k.th

wc: 1.4k genre: fluff warnings: mentions of alcohol, y/n’s a lil drunky drunk, pet names, kissing

taglist: @iyeonjuni @odxrilove @iuwon @ijhyo @cherr-y-eji @ameliesaysshoo @enhacolor @misscalcutta @cherrybeomgyu @wccycc @hyukabean @strawberri-uyu @hyuntaena @feyregels @boba-beom @loverhyunn @ericyjun @tyungun @ashxxkook @bibinnieposts @laylasbunbunny @shiguresohmas @notdrunkbutdazed @stepout-09-15 @ox1-lovesick @soobsdior @ifwtyun @peachy-yabbay

a/n: this was supposed to turn out shorter but i couldn’t get this taehyun out of my head 😵‍💫 a special something for @sunlightwoo <33

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“taehyun,” you slur without a care in the world.

“yeah?” the boy responds with a monotone voice. he’s used to all your antics tonight.

“can we go to disneyland?” taehyun was about to question if you were being serious, but the wishful look you have in your eyes prove otherwise.

you were being dead serious.

“we can’t go to disneyland, y/n.”

almost like a child who couldn’t get what they want, your eyebrows furrow together as your lips begin to quiver, turning into a frown soon after. taehyun sighs to himself, still allowing you to play with his fingers as your legs are wrapped onto his. “it’s nearly midnight, love.” taehyun sees that the response wasn’t enough for you, your eyes indicating that he should go on, as if that wasn’t reason enough.

“and we live in seoul.”

earlier this evening you were out with your friends, a formal dinner at their house to celebrate their recent promotion. a full course meal accompanied by a few drinks.

few for them, but not few for you.

you’ve never had a drink before, and you felt almost ashamed at your age to have never had a sip of alcohol. there was no peer pressure involved, of course everyone is too grown for that, but that voice inside your head was doing all the teasing instead. you had to give it a try. you were disgusted by the first taste, attempting to hide your gag reflex. one drink led to another and next thing you know, you downed three bottles of soju.

you were absolutely wasted.

you were dropped off to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, courtesy of your best friend, who was everyone’s designated driver for the night. you were barely able to function on your own, which caused you to bump into your flower pots a few times. taehyun, who had been organizing his binder, heard the commotion outside and decided to give it a look. in all honesty, he thought a cat was causing trouble in the yard, but one opening of the door he was soon mistaken.

he didn’t know how to react. it was obvious, you were drunk. the pink colors swelling all over your face, the mumbling of a bunch of ridiculous phrases, the fazed look in your eyes. maybe he, a genius, could put it together. the fact that you were leaning on your friend with all your might could give it away to anybody else.

your friend explained the situation, almost with an apologetic tone. they had to deal with you the whole night, the drive back to your place. after sending you off with taehyun, you were his problem now.

and a problem you were.

as soon as you step foot inside, you wanted to do everything. you attempted to climb onto the counter to do who knows what, taehyun stopping you immediately. he settled to sit you both down onto the couch, and you soon began to ramble about what happened tonight. how you’ve never had alcohol before and you must be a lightweight considering after one bottle you were already a goner. taehyun couldn’t help but be amused, finding your antics quite astonishing. he’s still concerned, again, due to the fact that you’ve never drank. he needs to take care of you, because you’re soon going to regret your decisions the next day.

now, here you were, sitting on his lap as you intertwined your fingers with his, legs spread in front of him. saying all the nonsense you could come up with.

it was only ten minutes, but it felt like a lifetime.

“boo,” you groan with a roll of your eyes. “you’re no fun.”

taehyun continues to let you do whatever, thinking of what to do next in his head. you were out of ibuprofen, you already drank the water bottle he gave you. the only thing you needed now was rest. you on the other hand, were too persistent to remain in your current position.

taehyun doesn’t even notice that you’ve been staring at him, concerned that he missed something.

“what’s wrong, hun?” a slight frown on his face, checking your forehead with his hand in case a sickness already came over you.

“are you dating anyone?” you roll your sentence out slowly, eyeing him flirtatiously as you gaze down onto his lips.

oh you’ve lost it.

taehyun can’t even laugh anymore, concluding that you’re officially gone for the night. all he can do is play along, though he’s not too energized to do it.

“i am,” he sighs as he looks at you, wanting to get his sober partner back. “they’re kind of an idiot though.”

your lips form to a pout as you place a finger onto his cheek, wanting his dimple to reappear. taehyun finds you to be adorable in this moment, and decides to give you the service you've been waiting for, the dimple finally being apparent. you move your finger down to his chin, facing his head up to look at you more clearly. you kiss him, not to your full ability, because you are barely in any control of your body right now. your boyfriend kisses you back, he could never reject a kiss from you, even when you reek of alcohol. you feel him secure his hands around you more tightly, all of a sudden feeling like the kiss was up in the clouds. until you realize, however, that you two were off the couch.

you open your eyes to see taehyun carrying you bridal style up the stairs, unaware that you two ever left your spot. “where are we going?”

taehyun chuckles as he opens the next door. “to get you to bed.”

the next few moments he helps you undress into a new pair of clothes, confused about which he should choose, he ultimately decides to dress you into his clothes, something you’ll question tomorrow morning. he assists you with your night routine, and before you know it, you’re back into the comfort of your own bed. you’re feeling slightly better, as if washing your face cooled you back to reality. still, you’re off the screws.

“tyunnie,” you speak quietly, with a soft hint. he melts at the nickname, only allowing you to ever give him adorable names like that. he can only return the favor.

“yeah, hun?”

you scoot over to him closer, resting your head on his chest as you wrap your arms around his side. taehyun shuffles in his place to get comfortable, having his hand comfort your back in smooth motions.

“i’m drunk,” you mumble into his clothes.

taehyun lets out a belly laugh, feeling yourself smile into his embrace. he pats your arm and pulls you even closer, as if you weren’t already. “i know you are, baby.”

“have you heard about how drunk words are sober thoughts?” you ask nonchalantly as you play with the strings of his shorts.

taehyun is thrown off by the shift in discussion, wondering where this will go. mostly wondering if you’re going in a deep route, or in another unserious road, which you’ve done too much tonight.

“yeah, i’ve heard about that,” he responds softly, playing with your hair as he strokes each strand.

“mmm,” you bring your head to rest on the crook of his neck, settling yourself into a final position.

“i love you.”

taehyun could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating, questioning if his pulse still exists. you've been dating for a while now, but you’ve never said those words yet. he blinks repeatedly to get a grip of what you just said, trying to figure out what he should do. you're drunk, but you did just mention the phenomenon that is drunk words and sober thoughts. did you mean it? you surely must have.

taehyun notices that you’ve stopped motioning, only to assume that you’ve knocked out. just to be sure, he checks by pulling away slightly to look down at you, only to be proven that you were in fact, asleep. the soft breathing of yours can be heard, each breath having some of your hair rest on your face. you were like an angel. taehyun returns back to his position, smiling to himself as he places a kiss onto your head, brushing the strands of hair behind your ear. he shuts his eyes closed and can only anticipate the next morning.

“i love you too.”

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fhrlclln · 1 year

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Oh man I'd love to see like rockstar!eddie buy his first big mansion with her and him wanting to have sex in every room. I just think it's so cute that she's his high-school sweetheart. I can just hear eddie being like "come on sweetheart heart let me eat you out infront of this big fire place tonight."

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

HE’LL MAKE HIS NO. 1 GOAL TO FUCK YOU IN EVERY ROOM IN THAT BIG-ASS MANSION. i fucking love him. 😵‍💫

nsfw/smut under the cut

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eddie couldn’t exactly remember the whole scenario when he bought his first mansion here in LA. the earliest year of new fame had him only remembering the concerts, parties, fans screaming and bombastic sex with his wife. but the memory was a very memorable one, it was the one he cherished the most. knowing he went from living in hawkins, in a little trailer park, selling drugs, trying to make a buck back then to now buying a mansion, his own mansion with his own earnings from his passion and career.

even though the memory of living in hawkins was a sour one to him, it was still an important one knowing his uncle was the one who raised him alone in that miserable town before he took off to pursue corroded coffin. and now he thanked wayne by buying him first a house in a nice neighborhood before the mansion, when he got his first paycheck after corroded coffin’s debut album skyrocketed to the charts of billboard’s top 100. he was feeling extra cheeky when wayne practically hugged him tight that day, crying on his shoulder. never had he seen his uncle cried like that. and a month after that, he bought the LA mansion. he could taste the memory of you right beside him that day, how much you two changed yet still the same old highschool sweethearts back in ‘86.

life seemed to be almost perfect until it cemented that very faithful day, when you two moved in the mansion—

“eds, eddie—“ you huffed, back arching, hands planted on the stone tiles. water splashing around inside of the indoor jacuzzi, steam heating both of your bodies as eddie thrusted roughly inside of you. hair in a man bun, sweat glistening as he focused his eyes on where his cock was disappearing inside of your wet cunt. he was focused, he felt yourself tighten around him as his other hand detached from your ass, gliding down to rub on your clit. you gasped, grasping tightly on the floor as you let out whines as your breasts giggled at how rough he is.

well, he did say he was going to fuck you in every room in the mansion, wanting to bless it and all. it was a silly idea at first, but now it had you gasping at how relentless he is. and he was dead serious on making you cum right now.

“you close, baby?” he leaned down, still pounding into you, breathless and tone darker. you nodded as he kissed your neck, nipping the delicate skin as he worked his cock into you. you felt so tired as his other arm wrapped around your waist, leveraging you as you felt yourself slump a bit, a little too tired after fucking in the movie room and kitchen a while ago.

“you tired, huh?” he teasingly remarked. “don’t go slacking on me now, sweetheart. we still have 8 more rooms to go. i promised you to fuck you in every single one.”

“fuck me.” you muttered at that, how determined he is as eddie let out a laugh, roughly rubbing your clit as his cock abused your wet pussy making you cry out his name.

“i am.” he joked, gripping your boob as your brows furrowed at him. he continued his relentless pace, not stopping until the coil in your belly snapped and hot white enveloped your vision, cunt tightening around him as he let out a groan, following afterwards with one sharp thrust to shoot his load in your womb. water splashed everywhere as he gently let you go, making you slump at the wet tiles, panting breathlessly.

“fuck, that was so good, baby.” he leaned down to kiss your cheek as you groggily nodded, the cool air of the room sending shivers down your spine as his cum leaked out to drip down your inner thighs. eddie marveled at the sight of it making his spent cock slowly get hard again as he tapped your ass, wanting to move on to the next room making you groan loudly.

“c’mon, next room.”

“e-eddie, fuck you. i’m tired.” you pouted, slowly standing up to sit down back into the warm water as eddie stood up from the jacuzzi, getting a towel to wipe himself.

“but come on, sweetheart!” eddie protested, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you pinched his tummy making him yelp. “let me eat you out in-front of that big-ass fireplace in the living room. pretty please, baby?” he begged, kissing your lips as his damp hair sticked to his sweaty skin.

you bit your lip, taking in the sight of his physique as he caressed your hot skin making you squirm. you hummed, rolling your eyes before getting up, water splashing, bare body in front of him as he groaned, making grabby hands at it as you exited the jacuzzi. crossing your arms, slightly annoyed yet turned on that he’s made it his goal to fuck you in every room in the house. you’d comply, knowing how fucking lucky the two of you are to be living in this million dollar mansion. you’re proud of him for how much he’s now earned and had worked for, how could you say no to the love of your life and that pouty face he has on? you could almost get started in here again.

“fine. you better eat me out. i hate that fireplace.”

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #rockstar!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡#eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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kusuguricafe · 6 months

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Tickletober 2023 Week 3 (BNHA)

@otomiya-tickles your wish is my command 💖

A/N: Fair warning—this one's a little unhinged 😵‍💫

Summary: Izuku's emotions get the better of him and, unfortunately, Katsuki gets caught in the crossfire

Characters: lee!Bakugou, ler!Deku

Izuku didn’t know how it happened. One minute he was lost in thought, minding his own business, and the next he was sat with a livid, ensnared Katsuki Katsuki, The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, dangling only a few inches in front of him.

Katsuki had stepped into the common room to get a snack when he noticed Izuku sitting on one of the couches, clearly zoned out. I’ll leave him be, Katsuki thought. That was until four spidery black-green tendrils burst forth from the green haired boy, rapidly approaching Katsuki. They snatched each of his limbs and he was promptly flung over to that same couch.

“...Deku.” Katsuki growled, glaring at Izuku upside down.

“Ah! Kacchan!? How did you get here-oh. Oh.”

“Care to explain?”

How could he let Blackwhip get out of control again!? He hadn’t even noticed Kacchan walk into the common room. Though he had been thinking about him, thinking about his muscular physique, how he wanted to put his hands all over him and—

“Deku! Earth to Deku!”

“AH! S-sorry, Kacchan. Um, I-I really don’t know how this happened. Honest! I didn’t even know you were here!”

“Whatever, just let me go already.”

“Right, yes of course.”

He tried. He really did. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t let go.

“Uhh… About that…”

“Don’t tell me.”

“...”

“You don’t know how to release me?”

Izuku nodded, horrified.

“Alright then. Brace yourself.”

Hands tied behind his back, Katsuki set off some small explosions. It was no use.

“You could have at least picked a less humiliating position, you know!” Katsuki exclaimed. “What is this, some kind of shibari!?”

Katsuki hung like a chandelier, his wrists and ankles bound together while the rest of his body dangled freely.

“I-I-I don’t know! I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear! I wasn’t trying to do anything!”

They stared at each other for a moment.

“...What were you thinking about before this happened?” Katsuki asked.

“Uh, w-well I, uhm…”

“Spit it out!”

“I don’t think you want to know!”

“I do if it’s the only way to get me out of this damn thing!”

Deku groaned. Why this, of all things?

“I was thinking about… you…”

“And?”

“Touch—”

“Touching me!?”

“No no, not like that!!” A bright blush spread across Izuku’s face. “I was thinking about t-t-tickling you.” Izuku avoided Katsuki’s burning gaze.

“...Are you serious?”

Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. The two boys stayed silent for a moment.

“If… If that’s really the only way, then,” Katsuki started, “Can you at least take us to your room first? If anyone else sees me like this, you’re dead.”

“Right.”

Izuku cautiously stood up. Katsuki was brought up with him. Izuku almost wanted to laugh now, having calmed down after realizing Kacchan truly had no say in this. He checked to see if there was anyone in the hallway before racing as fast as he could back to his dorm. Katsuki lightly bounced up and down with every step Izuku took as he trailed behind him.

Thankfully, Izuku managed to evade everyone else on his way back. He quickly shut the door behind them and brought Katsuki over to his bed. He attempted to set him down onto it, but Katsuki ended up hovering a few inches above it instead. Izuku sighed and sat on the bed himself, facing Kacchan once again.

“Just know I’m going to get you back for this, tenfold.”

“I know.”

Katsuki tugged at his binds, testing his mobility. “Little help here?”

Unable to get a handle on his quirk, Izuku unintentionally shifted Katsuki into a classic shibari pose, his wrists and ankles now bound together behind his back. A few more tendrils burst out of Izuku against his will, securing Katsuki further still. They wrapped around Katsuki’s body in a flattering way, accentuating his form.

“Not helping!”

“Agh, I’m sorry, I can’t control it!” Izuku whined.

“Fine! Just, get on with it!”

The tendrils appeared to tighten as Izuku’s nervousness increased. Katsuki noticed this and, not wanting to prolong the situation, said, “Breathe, nerd. You're stressing your quirk out, or some shit.”

“Oh! I-I think you’re right.”

What a fascinating development, Izuku thought. Seems like I really have to go through with this in order to regain control of Blackwhip. It’s not like Izuku had never tickled Katsuki before. They used to have tickle fights all the time as kids. Being insanely ticklish, Izuku always lost. He had never gotten a real chance to test Katsuki’s limits before…

With no other choice, Izuku reached forward and placed his trembling hands on Kacchan’s waist. Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut. Blackwhip buzzed with anticipation. Izuku focused, squeezing up and down Katsuki’s sides experimentally. Katsuki inhaled sharply. Izuku moved towards Katsuki’s abs and, feeling a little more brave, dug all ten fingers in.

“Hrmph!”

Izuku could feel his nerves dying down. “Come on, Kacchan!” If we have to do this, we might as well enjoy it. “Laugh for me!”

“O-over my dead bohody!”

Izuku could feel a carnal desire festering inside of him. I must want this really badly if Blackwhip is spiraling this wildly out of control, he thought. And if this is my one chance to tickle Kacchan to pieces… I’m going to take that chance.

Blackwhip, heeding Izuku’s call from within, sprouted several more luminescent tendrils. Izuku and his new tendrils surged forward. Izuku vibrated his fingers into Kacchan’s rib cage, searching for every little sensitive spot he could remember. Two of the tendrils snaked around each of Katsuki’s legs, wriggling up his pants and tickling his knees and thighs. Two more snuck up his shirt into his armpits. Another two found his ears. The final four targeted his feet: two brushed his arches while the other two slithered in between his toes.

“BAHAHAHAHA FUHUHAHAHAHAHAHA- WHAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHARE YOU- AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOAHAHAHA!”

Oh, he couldn’t handle it. Katsuki had never felt anything like this before. It was maddening, yet somehow… kind of addicting.

“IT FEELS SO WEHEHEIRD! G-GEHET YOUR DAMN QUIRK UNDER CONTROHOHAHAHAHA!”

Izuku’s eyes were glowing green. He had an indescribable look on his face—some mixture of elation and determination. He continued to explore Kacchan’s rib cage, trying to find that one spot just above his upper ribs below his arm-

GAHAHAAAAA! DEHEHEHEHEHEKU! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Bingo. Katsuki shook his head, it being the only body part he could really move. Blackwhip was still going at its respective targets as Izuku continued to massage those two little spots below Kacchan’s armpits. Katsuki felt as if his mind was turning to mush.

Izuku had never seen Katsuki like this before. He was in some kind of trance, enraptured by Katsuki’s raucous laughter and trembling form. He was enjoying this a little too much.

“P-PLEHEHEHEHEAAAHAHA! STAHAHAHAA!”

Katsuki couldn’t take much more of this. He felt like every single nerve on his body was tingling. He’d never felt this ticklish in his life. How was this even possible!? His position, the mixture of sensations, the look on Deku’s face… It was all too much. He had to do something, anything, to get out of this, but he could barely think. Is this what Deku felt like when he begged for mercy—oh!

“DEHEHEHEHEKU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHALL MIHAHAHAHIGHT!!”

Their childhood safeword.

“Eeh? Ah!”

Izuku stopped and pulled back immediately after he processed what he had heard. Blackwhip fully retracted seconds later, depositing a dumbfounded Katsuki onto the mattress below.

“Oh, thahank Gohohod…”

“Oh my gosh, Kacchan, are you okay? What happened? I totally blanked out there!”

“I am… I am going to kill you. COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!!!”

“WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAN!?”

Katsuki tackled Izuku, grabbing his flanks and crackling harmless little explosions all over his waist, hips, and thighs.

“You’re not the only one who can use his quirk for tickle torture! How do you like it, huh!?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAI’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!!”

“Stupid nerd…” Katsuki said to himself, fondly. “You’ll be real sorry by the time I’m done with you!”

#tickling #intense tickling #tickle fic #tickletober #tickletober2023 #katsuki bakugou #lee!bakugou #izuku midoriya #deku #ler!midoriya #ler!deku #bakudeku #blackwhip #bnha #princess scrawlings #request

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starfxkr · 2 months

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trap!jj who rarely lets you sit with him when he’s doing business, but if you ARE there, he always sits you on the floor with one of your little bears in your hand, your head on his lap

a relationship with trap!jj also operates loosely like a ddlg relationship because most of the time you’ll be borderline nonverbal and letting papa handle everythinggg 😵‍💫 you’re his baby he takes it so serious

- 🪐

YUP he def keeps a hand tucked under your chin and just pets you like a cat 😭 and dont start whining or fidgeting bc youre bored he’s gonna smack you upside the head and tell you to quit it.

and everyone just accepts it…theres an unspoken rule that if youre there: dont look at you, dont speak to you like basically you arent there unless they want to get their brains blown out (that has happened. twice. both times they barely had the sentence out before they were slumped against the wall).

hes like dead serious about you…any attempts his opps make on you do not go well for them.

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #🪐 anon #trap!jj

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hailey-murdock · 9 months

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hellooooo :3

subby!peter b parker has been in my head forever. so like what do you think he would do if the reader gave him a punishment bc he probably came when she was telling him to hold it but he did it anyway so the reader says he can’t touch himself or even do anything with the reader for a week and he is just so whiny about the whole thing and quite literally begging for the reader to take it back😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Please

Paring: Peter B Parker x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, explicit content

WC: 0.9k

A/N: this got me hot and bother, it woke something inside of me while writing this😵‍💫 (Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated).

Explicit content after the cut

"Don't you fucking dare-", your eyes shot daggers through Peter as you moved your soft hand around his swollen cock. You felt his cock twitched meaning he was either close or about to cum. But you pulled your hand away too late.

"I-i can’t-", Peter cried as he reached his release, his body convulsed, his soft brown eyes rolled back to his head.

You had one rule, just one fucking rule, to not cum unless you gave him permission. And what did Peter do? He fucking came.

Peter whined when he felt you pull away your hand. Slowly leaving the haze of his orgasm, reality hit him. His eyes shot wide as began to apologize, "No, baby, please I'm sorry-".

The dry chuckle that erupted from you made him worry. "I thought you were my good boy, clearly you've shown you can't follow instructions".

You pulled on your (his) shirt on while speaking to him, which meant that your promise to fuck him for the rest of the night until he couldn’t give you one more release was long gone.

"No! I am your good boy, please I'm so sorry mommy. Please- I swear it won't happen again", you almost felt guilty, almost. On the other hand Peter had disobeyed you.

Just like when you didn't listen to him he would punish you. What's better than to give him a taste of his own medicine? Peter watched as you put your clothes back on, leaving him bare on the bed.

"W-what are you doing? You didn't get to come", he asked confused but yet you co<ld hear the hint of desperation in his voice which only made you smirk.

"You really think you deserve my come after that"? You scoffed at him, he really thought you were going to forgive him easily but not this time. "You know what, for one week, no sex, no nothing. No touching yourself either, if you do-", you laugh, "that adds another week, understand"?

"Hm whatever", Peter mumbled quietly, thinking that you didn't hear him. That only made your blood boil cause he wasn't taking you seriously. You moved to grab his jaw tightly, "If you got something to say, say it loud Parker".

Peter tried to get out of your grip. It made him so nervous that only you could make him like this, so submissive. It was as if he had stepped onto a foreign land. This was new territory, the roles switched around.

When he saw the glint in your eye of how dead serious you were, he nodded. That made you more pissed off. "Use your words. Or are you that of a dumb slut that can't use your words"?

"N-no", his cock was rock hard for you again but he knew that you weren't going to help, nor he could do something about it unless he wanted to make his sentence longer.

You hummed in approval as you walked out the bedroom to the living room just to act if nothing just happened. As Peter laid there trying to copperhead what just happened his hand trailed down to his thigh right near where he badly needed it to be on.

But he remembered what you said, eh probably you would break first and end up giving in, Peter thought.

Oh but how wrong he was. You kept your word, for the rest of the week you had avoided all physical contact with Peter. Any kisses that were headed your way, you dodged. You even slept on the couch, no showers together, no nothing, just like you had said.

You weren't going to lie, it was fucking torture to not wake up to having Peter next to you, or his body heat radiate off to your while cuddling.

It wasn't even three days when Peter was begging on his knees to let him touch you. He looked so good on his knees pleading.

"Please baby, I can’t take it anymore- need you badly please. Please take it back, I need to feel you, taste you, anything please", his eyes watered due to his desperate state.

"No, I already told you Peter".

"But sweetheart, I- I can make you feel good. You can use me, take me. Make yourself good, please don't punish yourself too. I won't come- just please".

But no, you weren't going to give in. Peter needed to understand that he had to take you more seriously.

Day 6, was a living hell. The bastard decided to walk around the house all day with no shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung dangerously loose on his slutty hips. His v-line on display, his abs and biceps in front of you, and he acted like nothing.

But then karma decided to be a bitch, you changed into a pair of booty shorts and you bent down in front of Peter to "pick something off the floor".

Peter couldn’t control himself anymore, he needed you, now. In a swift motion he pulled down your shorts revealing you with no panties.

"Fuck, no panties huh? Oh you treat me so good baby". Peter was blinded by an animalistic desire for you that you didn't even notice him taking off his last piece of clothing before pushing himself into you.

"P-Peter! Oh my- god"! You tried to hold yourself onto his arms

"No not h-him, me. It's me who's making you feel good", he rant as he held your hips, pushing you back into him.

If this is what would happen after a few days of no sex, then you should punish him more often.

#subby!peter b parker #atsv peter b parker #peter b parker #sub peter b parker #peter b parker smut #peter b parker x reader

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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No but it’s the way falling for Nagi is INSTANT/on SIGHT for me and how Reo grew on me over time throughout reading the manga.

Like imagine just being childhood friends to lovers with Nagi and then Reo pops up outta nowhere and y’all are low key menaces to one another fighting for Nagi’s attention until you both realize there’s some serious sexual tension then boom you’re in a ReoNagi sandwich 👀😵‍💫

OHHHHHH because nagi loves reo, yanno that’s his best friend and he’s too laid back to be bothered with his girlfriend fighting with his best friend

so nagi offers you up to reo on a silver platter, telling him that he’ll like you a little more if he sees how cute you are squirming all desperate to cum and it’s a lot less of a hassle to deal with you when you’re too brain dead and fucked out to brat reo. you can snap back at him when seishiro’s forcing a purple head of hair between your thighs to put reo’s foul mouth to use on your clit — and shoving his fingers down your throat to shut you up.

#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚🗯️੭ — messenger #kailthefailwhale #nagi seishiro smut #mikage reo smut

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iliaclwrites · 2 years

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omg ur cheerleader!reader x Eddie stuff Is so cute wtfff 😭😭 I was wondering if u could do some angst /fluff where cheerleader gets into a car crash or something (gets hurt) 🥺🥺 and Eddie is just 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😡😡 Tysm ❤️

"Miss?" asked the nurse, a few hours after you came-to. "Your husband and son are here to see you."

You blinked stupidly you saw Eddie and Dustin arguing through the window of the room. You flopped back onto the pillows. "Oh, cool. I'm definitely dead, then."

"I don't care," Eddie hissed, "let me see my wife!"

The nurse glanced down at you. "Aren't you a little young to have a kid that big?" she asked suspiciously, and you smiled at her nervously.

"He drank a lot of formula," you said, and she pressed her lips into a thin line, adjusting your pillow as Eddie and Dustin raced over to you. You waved weakly at Eddie, and he ducked to his knees the second he was close enough, snatching your hand in his and pressing it to his mouth. "Heya."

"Hi," he responded weakly, before standing up and looking you over. "Jesus Christ, pom poms. You look metal as hell."

You laughed painfully. "Just a few broken ribs, two missing teeth, and a re-broken wrist," you said, and ruffled Dustin's hair with your good hand. "You should've seen the other guy."

Dustin hauled two chairs up to the bed so they both could sit. "Did you like the wife thing?" he asked, looking up at you expectantly. "That was my idea."

You snorted, wincing. "Yeah, I did. Next time, can our wedding be more memorable?" you asked Eddie, whose hands were fluttering around your face, taking in the injuries. "Can't believe I completely forgot all about. Was so surprised when the nurse said my husband was here."

"Dustin," Eddie said seriously, handing him a beaten up wallet. "I'll give you five bucks if you go to the cafeteria to get coffee."

You blinked, watching as Dustin took off out of the room, and turned to Eddie. "You okay?" you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

He looked furious. "Am I okay?" he demanded, leaning toward you. "Pom poms, you were out for three fucking days. I didn't know where you were. Your mom made me sleep over in your house in case the hospital called."

You swallowed thickly.

He hadn't stopped. "They pulled me out of class," he added quietly. "I was in first period, for once, and Higgins fucking came in and asked to see me. I thought I wasn't graduating. Then he says car crash and girlfriend and I'm so sorry, and holy shit I thought you were dead."

You looked away, before scooching on the bed slightly. He stared at you.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching as you struggled with the pillows. "I'm kinda doing like, a really good monologue here."

You made a grabby hand at him with your good fist. "Up," you said. "Monologue next to me so I can get a hug."

Eddie groaned, and clambered up onto the bed. "If this shit snaps and you break even more bones," he muttered, "I'm not claiming responsibility." You flung your good arm around him and pressed your head into his chest, nuzzling. "Just. Don't scare me like that again, okay pom poms? Please."

You looked up at him, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love you," you said, suddenly, and he stared down at you. "Eddie, I'm serious. I love you. I'm sorry. About the car crash, not about loving you. But I love you."

Eddie groaned, and kissed the top of your head. "I love you too, pom poms," he murmured, resting his cheek on you. "God, babygirl. You're such a goddamn mess."

You smiled at him cheekily. "You love it, husband."

You felt his body stiffen beneath you, before he booped your nose. "Damn right I do, wife."

You swallowed thickly, and ignored the way that made you feel, slowly lulled to sleep by Eddie's soft breathing.

In the silence of the room, your parents finally arrived not long after Dustin had left, and Eddie shushed them as they came in. "Baby's sleeping," he murmured, glancing down at you.

You mother came and tucked a strand of hair around your ear, grabbing at her husbands hand. "Oh, my," she murmured, before turning to Eddie. "Thank you for being here, Edward."

Eddie shrugged, staring down at you. "I always will be, ma'am," he said, kissing your forehead while you slept. "Don't plan on leaving this one anytime soon."

Your father grunted, and shot Eddie an amused look. "No, I don't think so, seeing how the hospital seems to have her down as your wife, with a freakishly old child."

Eddie swallowed thickly. "Uh, surprise?"

"Indeed."

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #s: two households

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pervertedreams · 2 years

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i think smoking with eddie and argyle would be heavenlyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫

i don’t like how there aren’t enough fics about eddie and argyle as if they wouldn’t had been besties if they met. so y’all need to put some respect on they names and act like y’all know. regardless i agree o think they’re both sort of the same when high. very soft and touchy feely mhm

“did it kick in for you guys yet?” eddie’s voice is slowed, at least in your mind. everything’s soft and hazy but in the best way possible. you’re sat in between argyle’s legs, head pressed against his chest while you mindlessly twirl his hair between your fingers.

“mhm.” your hum is soft, and if it weren’t so quiet in your room it wouldn’t have been heard. argyle is slowly rubbing the length of your arm, satisfied and content in his being. eddie is watching the two of you, as you experience the high of the weed brownie y’all ate an hour ago.

“your girlfriend is really pretty, man.” argyle confesses, and eddie nods with heavy lidded eyes. “she is isn’t she.” you legs are in his lap, feet now being rubbed by eddie. everything’s on ten, you can feel every crevice they touch, argyles breath tickling your neck, the growing hard on beneath your foot. if feels like a dream.

“argyle is pretty too.” you playfully poke his cheek, and the sleazy grin he already had on widens.

“then why don’t the two of you kiss.” eddie is looking dead at you two. you pause searching for any humor or playfulness in his face, but he’s as serious as can be and the tent is only growing larger. you can feel argyle shrug against you. “as long as it’s with your lady, i don’t mind.”

eddie squeezes your foot, motioning you to ‘go on.’

you sit and ponder for a moment, wondering how it could effect anything when the two of you sober up, cause we all know argyle isn’t. but your state of mind could care less about consequences, your body is already readjusting over his body. you push his hair out of his face before planting a unsure kiss on his lips. they were just like eddie’s, soft and heavy. the perfect shade of pink too. you turn to look back at eddie and he’s already palming himself.

“go on baby, kiss him again.”

#answered┆ ➵ ✩ ◛ °#eddie munson #argyle #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson concept #argyle x reader #argyle smut #argyle stranger things #eddie x argyle

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slamminslamminmcgill · 11 months

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My two main mike ideas include fucking him in the car or at least sucking him off while keeping watch on someone orrrr reader forgets he asked mike over to his house to help with something and is fingering himself and mike catches him (but the reader doesn’t stop cause he always wanted mike to take what’s his)

OOOO both good ideas :3 im prolly gonna do smth w/ both eventualleigh but imma do the second one for now

can’t believe y’all are getting me mikepilled 😵‍💫

anatomical terms: pussy/cunt/hole, (t-)dick

“hey mike can u come over tomorrow morning? :)”

“K”

To be fair, there probably should’ve been more details exchanged on both sides. A simple time check would’ve saved you from the awkwardness that fate had prescribed you.

For you, morning meant 10AM at the earliest. Having anything to do before 10AM was practically a human rights violation.

For Mike, morning started at 5AM. Always an early riser. Maybe old people were solar powered. Maybe they were up from sunrise to sunset to make sure they got a full charge. That’s the only explanation you could think of. Who the hell gets up at the crack of dawn recreationally?

Mike does.

And apparently, your dick does too.

Classic testosterone. Male puberty may have started late for you, but it came out the gate swinging. It had to make up for lost time.

You woke up at 8:30AM to your junk needing attention, t-dick puffed up and ready to go, hole leaking, practically crying for fulfillment. You looked at the time. Meh, you could make it work. After all, self care is important, right?

Mike thought he was being generous by coming over at 9AM. Surely any self-respecting individual would be up and on with their day by then. He knocked on your door and waited for you to answer him.

Nothing.

He knocked again, harder this time.

Nothing.

Of course, he thought as he rolled his eyes and dug in his pocket. He pulled out a key ring and flipped through all of the illicit keys he had made. One, two, three, there’s yours. He breached your front door and stepped inside. Once inside, he made his way toward your bedroom, figuring you were asleep at best, dead or missing at worst.

He did not figure that he’d come across your bedroom door wide open, nor did he expect to see you half naked on the bed with your legs spread. Your eyes were sewn shut; your back was arched; and, most damning of all, you were 2 knuckles deep in your own pussy, writhing and whining as you got yourself off. Evidently, the day didn’t start until you finished.

Mike was unfazed, blunt and succinct in his message to you. “I can come back later if you want.”

You screamed and yanked the blanket over your shame, as if that would somehow erase what he saw. Staring like a deer in the headlights, chest rising and falling as you hyperventilated, you scrambled to pluck a response from your overcrowded mind. You ended up with “How… how did you get in here?!”

“That’s not important,” Mike replied, “Now, do you wanna get dressed or do you wanna finish up and I’ll come back later?”

As the brainfog cleared, a revelation came through. You wanted something else. You stuttered, “I… I want…” and shirked the blanket off you, “I want you, Mike. Please…”

“No, you don’t,” He sighed, “I guess I’ll come back later when you’ve got your head on straight,” and turned to leave, “Noon work for you?”

Noon most certainly did not work for you. You called out to stop him. “No, wait!”

Mike stopped and looked back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at you. “What?”

You dragged your hand down to where it once was, spreading your lips apart with your fingers, hoping to entice him inside. “I-I’m serious, Mike. I want you. Please…”

Mike turned around fully. He hated that he was considering this, but he loved the sight of you even more. On display, begging for him, and a not insignificant wet spot on the sheets below your butt. He trudged across the room until he landed at your side. Your heart was racing. Your cunt and dick were dripping and throbbing. Your face was probably somewhere between excitement and desperation. He rested his hand atop yours, and took a deep breath before sneaking his fingers inside you.

“Fine.”

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dynasty889 · 2 months

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So I just listened to the Circe Saga. I didn’t listen to it on the Discord listening party, so I had wait until it was released onto Spotify haha. I literally kept checking Spotify over and over until it showed up. Should I be asleep? Yes. Do I care? No.

This is definitely like the dance party saga of EPIC. Like Puppeteer and Wouldn’t You Like are just begging listeners to get up and move I swear. And I can’t even dance lol.

With that being said, here are the songs ranked in my personal opinion.

1. Puppeteer - The entire part where Circe is singing is the best part. I don’t really know how to describe it because I’m tired, but I just liked this one a lot. I’d dance to this

2. Wouldn’t You Like - The Hermes Saga is required. That’s all I have to say. I would also dance to this one too.

3. There Are Other Ways - I liked it. I loved it when I heard Penelope’s little viola motif and stuff. I’m pretty sure it was the same one that was in The Horse and the Infant and at least the start of The Challenge. Odysseus’ verse reminds me a lot of Say No To This and Keep Your Friends Close for some reason haha. Also that ending like that is serious talent. Also when Circe goes “problem is this prophet is dead” and it just goes morbid lol. Like 👀😵‍💫

4. Done For - I’m gonna be completely honest. This one felt rushed. Not in a sense that Jay rushed the song, but the way the song conveys the events happening. That’s how it felt rushed. It felt like it went from the two fighting with their magical monsters to immediately Circe changing her tactics with no break. Like immediately after Odysseus goes “You’ve lost” Circe immediately starts her next tactic. I just felt like there could have been a pause there. Just a split second. I don’t really know.

Overall: Alright, so first I’m pretty sure by song length this saga is the shortest. Not at all bad, I just noticed that and I like to say what I notice. But I did feel like the saga was very quick and condensed, and this was kind of the first time I felt like the events in a saga were condensed. I feel like if these songs were performed live, there would be breaks in between the songs as scenes change, so it’d feel more natural I guess when the mood changes too.

P.S. Circe was def based on Madeline Miller Circe I feel like. Especially in the ending There Are Other Ways I feel. Idk, I get that vibe haha.

I know this review is pretty messy and rushed and obviously, these were my first opinions. They’ll probably change as I listen to the songs more so yeah. None of what I say is set in stone.

#epic the musical #jorge rivera herrans #circe saga #epic the circe saga #odysseus #hermes #circe #eurylochus #i feel like i am an old man criticizing music #pls no one come for me because done for wasn’t my favorite

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saintbehemoth · 9 months

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On the topic of Vhagar and Caraxes 💚❤️(see my answered ask from @korovievs)…let’s talk Daemond…

Need to know your thoughts on them. Personally, they give me hives (in a good way?)

^ veryyy much this LMAO. and very specifically just the chorus from ethel cain's two children in a motel.

on a more serious note. the second sonism of it all..... i think daemon occupies this idol space in aemond's mind, like this powerful fighter who wields dark sister, this monstrous sceptre who exists on the edges of aemond's world. he surely wouldve grown up with tales of daemon in the stepstones etc, then experiences his fathers rage at daemon and rhaenyra marrying. i think aemond would v much relate to having an older brother who hates him, and who the court percieves as violent and occasionally terrible. of course, unlike daemon, aemond doesnt actually do anything except stalk around (until luke). like hes daemon if daemon was a flop. what alsoooo gets me is how they both try to make themselves copies of visenya - daemon has the sword but aemond has the dragon; daemon has the fighting ability and aemond has.... the hair? (aemond styling himself after daemon...) as i said flop and imo hes painfully aware of how he doesnt measure up, hence his obsession with daemon during the war. destroying your god to become him etc etc

also IM obsessed with the fact that despite daemond's apparent longing for the throne neither of them actually depose of their brothers...... the way they both are misunderstood by the general westeros population oooouughh. something about loyalty. i think aemond would try to make this point to daemon, that they both support their brothers' claims, but daemon would never be able to move past 'but you have rhaenyra. she is your eldest sister. your loyalty should be to her'. even when viserys is dead daemon defaults to rhaenyra (and jace, which ..... ), but when aemond and criston search for aegon he's all like 'i intend to be found' as though aegon's son doesnt exist lmaoooo

like i do think that theyre mirrors of each other and that they would recognise that..... (this being in some au where they fuck). aemond would be like 'this is what i want to be... wild and free' but not really capable of recognising the deep sadness daemon has to him? (imo daemon's always got this... something, he doesnt actually like revel in his position, yk? hes violent, but not like psychopathic gleeful about it, i guess). on the other hand daemon would look at aemond and be like oh my god boy you are pathetic. full of arrogant bluster. i think daemon would still fuck him but there wouldnt be the obsessiveness on his side that aemond would have. like half of the pleasure would be from aemond being viserys son. the other half would be from him liking aemond being a psychotic little baby freak. depends on the dynamics i think there are several good ways. actually rethinking about it the ONE thing about aemond that would actually send daemon crazy (in a bad way) is vhagar. i think he'd be so obsessive about finding out WHAT it is about this boy that's similar to his laena and his father.....

anyway as a ship i dont ever think theyd be 'in love' (see lyrics) but like. theyre the same. except theyre not. except they are, but theyre not 😵‍💫 like i very easily see daemon being aemond's whole world while to daemon his nephew is a like a little pet to amuse him when rhaenyra is upset with him. hmhmmng toxicity <3

even in like a modern/well-adjusted au i think aemond would be like uncle daemon pls like me pls pls pls and daemon is jsut a bit like. and which one are you

lots of thoughts..... i have more im pretty sure but thats all i can think of for now!!!

thank you for asking i hope this was at least a little bit interesting! would lvoe to talk about them more. kisses kisses

#asks #🗣 mutuals!!#daemond #aemond #daemon

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beej-hunnicutt · 7 months

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Sometimes, I'll randomly think about how like the first R/DR and other games had a DLC involving zombies. They were, of course, separate from their stories but still provided either some fun with a continuation of themes from the game but in a different context or just reimagined. And my brain cannot help but think about if M(III) would have been given a DLC as such.

I know this was never the thought, never the plan. I myself am not even a zombie fan, but I think it would work well given the story. Not to mention, when thinking about them mentioning all types of importance of 1968, a huge movie came out this year. N*ght of the L*ving D*ad! While I know zombies are never specifically said, but that is what most people refer to the living dead as. Not to mention as this was like a pioneer of the genre. I personally LOVE this movie, and if you have seen it, you would too. And especially, I think NotLD is a very important film to come out at that time, and I think some core messages could reflect or be seen in Lincoln's story as well. Of course, not everything, but I think this could have been an amazing way to specifically reference such an incredible media of the time. Especially since the DLCs had some, erm, interesting movie references to say the least, this one could really pack a punch.

Also this idea is still excluding the movie in general. I don't mean it would be so heavily referenced of course. As it is its own serious commentary of the time. But I was just saying why it would be even more meaningful for a zombie type reference. Aside from Lincoln's own personal experience with death. Death of the family, death of people he knew in war, death of who he has killed in the war. So much death looming around Lincoln. Hell, even the nightmare he shares with S*l has a subtle ghostly feel to it all.

But this ramble isn't gonna necessarily break down how I think it should play out, just I think it could be such a fun alternate story. And would really be a fun experience, while still touching on the heavy topics that this game does too. I am not saying what DLC it should replace, but I think this would be a heavy shoot 'em up style of play to an extent! But also, it could end up being such a haunting and claustrophobic type story if they'd rather.

It's been a while since I have thought abt this, but I might try to gather some thoughts again to make a lil more detailed post of how I think this would specifically work with Lincoln's story. But ahhh!! Sorry this is rlly incoherent! 😵‍💫 It just came into my mind again.

#(m.iii)#l.c.#i sooo could have worded this better but thats okay #its why its over here anyways aha #i just wish stevie or i would have wrote some thoughts when we first talked abt this

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