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yabakuboi · 19 days

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merman steve pt 2

a continuation of this for @spectrum-spectre, now with some pre-steddie~!

Henderson is skulking around in the cereal aisle when Eddie spots him.

The kid has been a bit of enigma to Eddie since he met him at the beginning of last fall semester. Dustin had a tight group of friends, but often times, he caught the gang of them sans Henderson and the fact seemed to annoy the hell out of them.

"He just goes off on on his own sometimes," Baby Beyers would say.

"He won't tell anyone where or why or with who," Mini Wheeler would snarl.

"And it's definitely not to talk to his girlfriend, because we hear ALL about that," Big Sinclair would sigh, rolling his eyes.

So catching kid creeping around the grocery store minus the rest of his party, after hearing many complains of his mysterious disappearances? Color Eddie intrigued.

"Hendersooon," Eddie sang, wrapping an arm around Dustin's neck to keep him from escaping. "Whatcha doing?"

"Eddie!" he said brightly, grinning at him. "Just buying some snacks. Hey, which cereal do you think a fish can eat?"

Eddie stares at him for a moment, blinking. "Uh..."

Henderson's face scrunches up. "I guess he's not really a fish though, so I'll try whatever." He grabs a box of Honey Combs from the shelf.

"Dude, are you keeping a sea turtle at your house again? You know that's illegal."

"No!" Henderson snaps, flushing. "And I was going to take Dart back after show and tell, I had already promised Steve!"

"Steve?" That was a new name. Eddie hadn't heard Henderson talk about a Steve before, and the guy was kind of a motormouth and a terrible liar. The only time Eddie had seen him actually avoid a topic was when his little disappearing acts were brought up. "Who's Steve?"

Henderson's eyes go comically wide. "No-one! I don't know any Steves!"

Eddie knew at least three Steves, and two were in Henderson's grade. "Uh-huh."

"Anyways," Dustin says, clutching the box of Honey Combs to his chest as he backs down the aisle. "I gotta go man, nice seeing you, bye!"

Bemused, Eddie watches him go. He's planning to give Henderson a five minute head start before he goes to tail him, but apparently, he needn't to have planned a stake out after all. Henderson finds him again, two aisles over, panting and red-faced.

"Actually, can you give me a ride?"

🧜‍♂️

"Eddie," Henderson says, voice even more serious and deadly than the time the party took on Vecna last month during their campaign. "I need you to swear that you will never, ever tell anyone about what I'm going to show you."

Eddie cocks a brow at him. "Is this a drugs thing? Dude, you—"

"No!" Henderson snaps. "This is not a drug thing! This is a very serious life and death thing, and I need you to swear on you life you won't tell anyone about it."

"Dude," Eddie says, a little in awe. He stares out his windshield for a moment where they're still parked just outside of town. He can hear sounds of the ocean just past the ridge, waves crashing on the cliffs. It's a remote little area, opposite of the tourist favored beaches. Eddie, in fact, deals just a few miles down the shoreline from here. "Did you bring me out here to kill me? Are you the world's dorkiest serial killer?"

"Eddie." Eddie turns to look at him. His face is grave, brows furrowed with real worry. "I'm serious."

"Okay... Okay, then."

"You have to swear."

"I swear."

And just like that, Henderson's face breaks into a bright smile. "I knew I could trust you!" he crows, grabbing up his bag from the store and kicking open his door.

Eddie stumbles out of his van after him, listening intently as they pick their way over the rocks.

"He's so cool, Eddie, you're going to love him. He totally saved my life when I was like ten and I got pulled out on a rip tide. Like, I really almost died dude and then he just swims up out of no where and helps me catch my breath. Helps me float there while I'm freaking out too until the life guard finally came out to get me. It was crazy! I come out here all the time to visit him, I think he gets a little lonely. So it's good you're here, I've been trying to think of someone else to introduce him to, but it's hard to figure out who's going to freak out and try to sell him to Sea World, or something."

They crest over the hill to a tiny little cove bitten out of the rocky shore, and carefully begin to make their way back down to the water's edge. Eddie's still not entirely sure Henderson hasn't brought him here to die. Maybe Steve is the serial killer and he uses Henderson as bait.

"Okay, okay," Dustin says, once they reach the water. It's calmer here, the cliffs cutting this spot off from the larger waves. "Are you ready to see the coolest thing EVER?"

"Uh, sure, kid—"

Eddie doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence when he starts yelling.

"STEVE THIS IS EDDIE I BROUGHT HIM TO MEET YOU I PROMISE IT'S SAFE!"

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hisses, covering his ears. The lungs on this kid! "What the fuck dude— WHAT THE FUCK!!"

Because when he looks down, there is a face in the water. Eddie falls back on his ass, uncaring of the water soaking his jeans, and screams when the face in the water rises up out the ocean.

It looks pissed.

"Dustin," it says, glaring at Eddie. Eddie screams again, because it—the guy—the mermaid lifts himself fully onto the rocks, and he doesn't have any legs. Because he has a fucking tail.

A fucking fish tail.

"Steve!" Dustin cheers. "You came out."

"You sure?" the goddamn mermaid asks, finally taking his piercing, alien eyes off of Eddie to look at him. "Sure it safe?"

"Absolutely," Dustin says hastily, crouching beside Eddie to put his hands on his shoulders. "Eddie just screams a lot, I promise you, he's totally safe."

"R-Right," Eddie says, because he does not want to be eaten. Maybe Dustin's been dragging unsuspecting victims here to feed his pet goddamn mermaid instead of a serial killer. "Totally safe, that's me."

Steve, the goddamn fucking mermaid, looks him up and down doubtfully, and it's terrifying having those eyes on him, unnaturally yellow surrounded by black. His face is distressingly human, nose and mouth and ears with a mop of dark hair on his head. He has these bright shimmering scales across his cheekbones that dot down his jaw and neck, iridescent and glimmering in the afternoon sun. Eddie can't bring himself to look down further, scared and enraptured all at once.

Steve is terrifying and beautiful to look at.

"Fine," says Steve and pushes himself gracefully back into the water, disappearing into the dark depths.

"What the fuck," Eddie breathes. He looks up at Dustin with wide eyes. "Dude, what the fuck."

Dustin just grins down at him. "Isn't he the coolest?!"

#stranger things #steddie #ficlet fill #that's quickly turning into a fic that's fun #I WANTED YOU TO HAVE MORE HERE'S MORE MWAH #my steddies

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summerwages · 1 month

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minus tide at agate beach..

#oregon coast #yaquina head lighthouse

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princessbrunette · 5 months

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baby daddy - barely holding down a job because of his attitude - line cook jj who feeds you waffles at his work for free as a ‘i’m sorry i knocked you up cause my pull out game ain’t that strong’ when he finds out. being a consistent thing that ends up with him taking ingredients for the ‘secret recipe’ home to their newly conjoined place because it becomes all she (she/her fem reader) craves. him introducing the baby to the work crew. I NEED PAPA JJ ✋

OHHHH MY GOD IM SCREAMING ???? this is exactly what i needed. anon u are an angel omg.

he gets the job as soon as he finds out you’re pregnant. it takes you like two weeks to build up the courage to tell him, because you’re terrified he’ll freak, have worries about being just like his dad and leave. you’re riddled with guilt, rubbing your tummy and crying, somehow feeling like it’s your fault, practically still kids yourself in your early 20s starting a life together. you were scared.

but jj, god, he’s just such a good guy.

he stares at you in shock when you tell him, taking his hat off and running his hands through his hair, and as you brace yourself to be told to get out, you’re met with a teary grin. “you’re not playing right? you mean it?” his voice is shaking. he’s… happy?

within the next two days he’s got that linecook job, called in a favour with some guy who ironically used to owe his dad— explained his situation, ‘look man, i got a baby on the way, i gotta step my shit up—’ the cravings hit hard and you’re seeing JJ a lot more than you planned, showing up at the restaurant for something to tide you over before dinner. JJ appears from the kitchen, bright smile on his face, backwards cap, grease stained white t-shirt, dark blue apron folded and tied at his waist. “there’s my girls.” he grins despite your bump only just being visible, plate of waffles in his hand for him to fork into your mouth whilst chatting, the restaurant pretty empty that day.

he’s tired, but happy to come home to you. your hormones are all out of whack, so sometimes you’re crying and hugging his tummy as he stands over where you sit in confusion, telling him you missed him so much when he was at work. other times you’re clenching your thighs in your little nightie, tits heavy and bump showing, telling him how good he looks in his work uniform and that he’s making you wanna take more of his babies, had you mentioned how much wetter you get when pregnant? JJ tries to keep up with your rollercoaster, happy to deal with whatever you throw at him.

once you have that baby life gets a little harder but it’s nothing the two of you can’t handle. a little girl, and JJ is relieved. he would have loved that baby all the same if it was a boy, but he has to admit the idea scared him a little — knowing his own relationship with his dad. this felt like a breaking of a curse, a fresh start. that baby is his whole entire world, and so are you.

“my weak pull out game is the best damn thing that happened to me.” he jokes, stretching an arm around you on the couch.

“your weak pull out game is making noise in her crib, can you go check on her?” you sark back with a tired grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

the baby is the sweetest. your eyes and hair, his nose and mischievousness. once you’ve gained back some energy and the baby isn’t screaming through the night anymore, you start to take her places, showing her your world. the chateau, the group taking turns holding her, arguing over who her number one aunt or uncle is. john b and sarah take the role somewhat as the babies god parents, minus the ceremony and legal title. pope and kie, uncle and auntie. it makes sense to all of you, and they all love that baby like it’s your own— offering their help whenever they can. your baby takes a liking to john b the most, warming your hearts when she falls asleep on his chest.

“its ‘cos hes such a dreamboat. look at him. daddy ain’t pretty like john b.” jj jokes, stretching on the couch opposite as the sun goes down.

“my god she’s so cute!” his best friend whisper yells with a pout as he looks down at her.

everyone takes to calling JJ ‘papa J’, once a random nickname turned reality. JJ is constantly calling you “mama” which makes you wanna get pregnant all over again. he gets super upset when he sees even a flicker of his own father in him, locking him self away for the night, crying until you let yourself in, the baby in bed, rubbing his back. you tell him he’s the best daddy in the whole world, and he is. he just needs to believe it.

#anon #linecook!jj #dad!jj #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank blurb

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semisolidmind · 3 months

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Dude I got through the Your Boyfriend fandom (DJ you sneaky man you somehow became my what I want in a guy, minus the murder… maybe) honestly Dogday is on brand.

Wait……… can murder but is soft…. THERES A THEME!!!!!!! THE SOFT MURDER BOIS

Semi, how could you!?! You made me have a type!!! (Joking of course I don’t think I’d have it any other way).

Also do you need any help fendin off the little mice? They seem to like nibbling on your latest drawing dishes?

Have a good day and stay hydrated!!!!

soft murder boys are the jam

and it seems to be a lost cause, anon. i cannot win against the tide of rodents

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aemysbabyofficial · 3 months

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Sneak Peek of Sweet Tidings

To have a crush is to play chances with your heart. To yearn for the sun is to risk burns for life. Jacaerys Velaryon was one to always play his cards, but will his own heart survives is the question?

Jacaerys' heart thumped in his chest against the echoes of their steps. It was quiet. They were alone. His heart burned through his clothing.

"Saela."

The lady had a second to turn before a kiss captured her lips. Jacaerys held Saela's shoulders, holding them in place. His touch took in her warming skin against their hot lips. Their eyes were closed when they kissed again, deeper and deeper. When Jacaerys pulled his head back, Saela followed; she stood on her toes to reach his tall height, chasing his love until the very end and more. The longer their lips held each other, the farther his hands graced her arms. Sounds of their want were found in deep and mangled breaths, intertwined fingers, and furrowed brows.

The young prince had just cupped Saela's jaw when she pulled her head back. Her round lips were swollen from Jacaerys sucking at her, her cheeks burning under his thumb, and her eyes were wide. When he rested his forehead on hers for them both to catch their breaths, Jacaerys heard Saela's breath without rest.

Breathless, she was. Breathless from his kisses, from his pleasure. From his love

"Jace..."

"Saela."

Jacaerys kissed her again. She returned with a low moan and melted into his arms. But a strike from the gods must have condemned her because she broke their kiss again. Jacaerys followed her lips with his own and his eyes, but found nothing but air. When he opened his eyes, the strength the young lady held him with had him on bated breath. Her round lilac eyes shook with trapped want. She wants this, Jacaerys told himself. She still held his hands and looked at his lips. She wants me.

"No, no no. We can't do this." Saela looked to the dark halls of the sept. "I-I can't do this--"

"But you can, Saela."

Whatever thoughts in her mind betrayed her body when she leaned into his touch. Jacaerys' brows knitted when he watched the woman fall into his hands. She was right in his hands--his dreams. Nothing should--no, nothing could hold them apart any longer. The prince's mind spiraled into his late-night dreams of twisted wanting, painful pining, and quiet chanting. His pillow lacked the warmth of Saela's skin and was a horrible replica of her body at night. Jacaerys' mind could only imagine the lushness of her skin or the choral of music her voice would whisper into his ears. Only his ears.

He could uptake his promise right this instant. In the quiet halls, Jacaerys glanced at the avenues they could take. They were in the Sept, a holy place of matrimonial unions. He could wed her right now. Their marriage would fix everything their cursed family broke and would continue to shatter. The kiss they share under the glass-stained windows and in the presence of thousands would cement their names as bringers of peace, or conquerors of flames. All she had to do was say yes and his biggest dreams would come true. Jacaerys would make her the happiest bride the Seven Kingdoms had ever seen. He would fulfill his duties as a husband and as a--

"Jace, I can't."

Saela's voice summoned him from reverie. She stood taller than before and away from his hands. Her eyes no longer shook of caged want but fear. Without a word, she turned to the dark halls. Whoever she looked to, Jacaerys couldn't see. But Saela did and like a conversation spoke past her closed lips, she shook and nodded her head. Jacaerys followed her eyeline. Minus the faint outlines of her handmaids, who were obscured by walls and no light, the prince couldn't see a soul.

"But I love you, Saela. I have loved you ever since the nights you held me until nightfall and even past that--"

"Jace, we were young and--" Saela tried to pull herself from Jacaerys' grip, but he persisted.

"I promised I would kiss and wed you when we see each other next--" Jacaerys now held Saela's wrists and bound her to the spot. Her shoulders squared while her eyes bounced between his hands and eyes.

"You have to let me go, Jace. We cannot--"

"You said you loved me to, Saela."

"I do love you, Jace, but that love is not like--"

"Then you can learn to love me greater than--"

"Unhand me, Jacaerys!"

The loud voice boomed across the halls. It silenced every breath, stood every hair, and dimmed every candle. The prince dropped Saela's wrists when he looked into her eyes. No longer were those lilac orbs sparkling the sun and flakes of light. No, those orbs burned of violent flames. All she had to do was say Dracarys for him to be burned.

"Iksan iā mirre ābra, Jacaerys."

Saela muttered under her breath. The words were furious when she was freed from his grasp. Her brows arched while her fingers tugged at the seams of her wrist cuffs. She muttered more High Valyrian under her breath as her fingers continued to tug loose threads. Jacaerys knew the familiar collection of curses to understand she was upset, but the words she yelled at him prodded his mind. Saela stumbled away from when he reached for her. But with her two steps away, as flurry of footsteps rushed towards them, Jacaerys noticed her chest rising faster and faster. Like she ran, the prince told himself. Why was her breath racing so much?

"Saela--"

A sea of red and beige, and grey clouded Jacaerys' vision of the lady. Her handmaids acted as a protected barrier around her before they whisked her away. The prince was left stunned and alone under the stained-glass window.

Iksan iā mirre ābra.

Jacaerys repeated the furious phrase in his mind. His studies of High Valryian caught up to him in slow time.

Woman...I am a kept woman.

The prince's brows knit for the first time in confusion. How could the young lady be...be kept? Be taken from him already?

"But for who, Saela?"

#hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!oc #jacaerys velaryon fic #jacaerys velaryon x oc #jace velaryon #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon x oc #hotd x oc #hotd fic #house of the dragon angst #jacaerys velaryon angst

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kassandras-one-braincell · 7 months

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Kassandra x Reader - Succulence

Kinktober 12: Aphrodisiacs [mature]

Word count: 634

Ao3 link here.

Men, minors and ageless/default blogs DNI. You will be blocked immediately upon interaction.

In a rare moment of serenity, you found yourselves perched atop a balcony, legs dangling over the edge, watching the sparkling azures of Aegean waters ebb and flow. The air was quiet, save for the crashing of waves and the croaking of locusts. A wicker basket brimming with fruits occupied the space between you, from which Kassandra had peeled the ripest orange for you to savour.

For her own enjoyment, she plucked an apple – unblemished, with pale green skin that bled into a lustrous scarlet. Little did you know, this very apple would be the undoing of the evening’s tranquillity.

Kassandra tossed the fruit in her hand before bringing it to her lips. Eyes still mesmerised by the sea, she flexed her strong jaw to indulge in that first greedy bite.

There was a crunch, followed by a blink of surprise as juice burst from the apple’s punctured skin. A saccharine stream flowed from her lips to her chin, trickling down her throat. She chuckled, letting a small droplet fall from the corner of her full mouth before she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. All the while, more juices oozed from the teeth-carved cavity in the fruit, seeping onto the webspace between her thumb and forefinger.

The orange cradled in your hands felt heavy, all of a sudden. Heavier still, when Kassandra brought her hand back to her mouth after thickly swallowing her mouthful, slothfully lapping at the nectar streaming down to her wrist.

Your eyes traced the movements of her tongue as warmth flooded your face. Perhaps Eros had laced your mind with a fog, but you almost swore that there was something rehearsed about the way she cleaned the juice from her hand. A memory of the muscle, stemming from countless hot, impassioned nights that ended in your essence soaking her fingers, dripping down the palm of her hand. She would languorously savour every morsel, tiding herself over until your next coition. Your mouth, only moments ago salivating at the thought of fresh fruit, ran dry.

Seemingly oblivious to your indecent predicament, Kassandra sunk her teeth into the apple’s sweet flesh a second time. More rivulets ran their course. Although, unlike before, she made no move to catch them with her hand. Such an endeavour would be futile, given the ripeness of the fruit, hence the juices gushed freely down her chin. They glistened in the setting sun against her bronze skin, clinging to her jawline as she chewed and her neck when she gulped.

Her face was a familiar mess – minus the breathlessness and glossy eyes, which your vivid, lewd imagination eagerly supplemented. Your vision clouded with the dusky pink of her lips, intoxicated by the shimmer of the sticky, sugary liquid. The low, contented hum she relinquished at the taste was a cruel, perfect replica of the sounds muffled by your mons as she pleasured you with her—

“You haven’t touched your orange,” came her curious remark. It sliced through your thoughts. You snapped your eyes towards her, hoping your face didn’t betray any sign of fluster.

Shooting her a shy smile, you awkwardly fumbling with a segment of the orange. “Just lost in thought, that’s all,” you sighed, bringing the loosened wedge to your lips. Your teeth pierced the tangy citrus, although you were far too riddled with distraction to fully appreciate its ripeness.

Kassandra cocked her brow. It was a miracle you managed not to choke as her lips curved into a knowing grin, dripping with both juice and smugness. “I’m rubbing off on you,” she teased before taking another bite.

You, in stunned silence, gnawed through the segment under her amused gaze. Heart drumming against your ribcage, you hoped she had a desire to sink her teeth into more than just an apple.

#kassandra of sparta #kassandra x reader #kassandra #kinktober 2023

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sincerely-astra · 1 month

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Hiii <3

can i request Garnet with a s/o who uses ASL? like they can hear it's just their first/home language lol

☁️Garnet x reader who uses ASL☁️

As someone learning ASL, this request got me so excited! :)

Garnet first met you in a party supply store, Garnet getting party decorations for Steven's birthday party.

You were trying your best to communicate with the cashier, trying to return an item you had accidentally bought the day prior, but no matter what you did the cashier was still left utterly confused.

Nonetheless, you continued trying to communicate with them even over their growing frustrations. They kept asking for you to, "Just tell me what you want!" Refusing to look at any note you wrote to them.

The tension kept rising as the cashier was about to kick you out, thankfully though, Garnet was there just in time to stop a potential fight.

She stopped the cashier mid sentence and turned to you, calmly asking, "What excatly do you need?" Then quickly taking the note you handed to her, reading it, and turning back to the cashier.

"They are looking to return this item."

And after one frustrated grumble later, you managed to get your money back! ...In store credit-

A win is a win you suppose.

Garnet led you out of the store, having bought her supplies while the cashier processed the return.

The automatic doors closed behind you two, and you turned to face Garnet, signing, "Thank you!" And although Garnet didn't understand what the sign meant, she replied with a, "No problem." Before walking off to the temple.

After that, you hadn't seen eachother for a while. Garnet had missions, and you had life to deal with.

Garnet being busy didn't stop her from thinking about you though, infact, your interactions intrigued her. Of course, she's met deaf and hard of hearing people before, but something about you stuck out to her...

...

Maybe, it's because she thought you were cute.

When she came to this revelation, she thought it was as good as a time if any to learn ASL.

' It's an important skill. ' She tried to rationalize, just a tad in denial.

When you guys met again, this time at the Big Donut, you can only imagine your suprise when you asked Garnet about her day in ASL, and she signed back-

You were rightfully ecstatic!

Only a few people in Beach City knew ASL, so it was nice to actually be able to communicate with someone else. Not to mention, Garnet was a fast learner too!

You rapidly signed back to Garnet, asking when she learnt ASL and if there was anything like sign language for gems.

Garnet and you grew expectionally close in one afternoon.

From then on, you would visit the temple to hang out with Garnet. This, of course, meant you met the other gems, Steven, and eventually Connie, you all got along well though.

Steven and Amethyst love to go on adventures with you, Pearl enjoys having you help out around the temple, and Connie is actually learning ASL from you.

You make sure to reserve some time with Garnet too amid the shenanigans.

As Garnet grew closer to you, it was getting harder and harder to deny her feelings for you. The inner Ruby and Sapphire in her were urging for Garnet to confess to you, in the most cheesy ways possible...

Garnet knew how she'd confess to you, and she didn't even need future vision for it.

Garnet invited you to go on patrol with her during the evening, which was really just strolling on the beach.

And as the sun set hit the tide, the temple back in the distance, Garnet turned to you and signed, "I love you." A simple gesture, but something she really hope you would love.

How could you say no to that???

You guys were now officially dating, And Garnet is absolutely in love. Ruby and Sapphire are not helping, as they urge her to hurry up and get a ring-

Garnet loves to get you any kind of ASL related thing she can find, shirts, mugs, pins, bumper stickers, all of it.

She also teaches the Crystal Gems (minus Pearl) ASL so they can communicate easier with you.

It was while you were dating that you told Garnet why you use ASL and it's cultural significance to you, which she is extremely supportive of. It really doesn't matter if you can or can't hear, she loves you for you.

And if you want to open up about your voice and actually speaking, then she's more than happy to help you. Definitely makes sure you are completely comfortable with it and makes sure you won't push yourself too hard, she doesn't want you to feel forced to do anything.

The first time Garnet heard your voice her jaw dropped, her thought process was literally, ' How can someone be so perfect? '

Loves your voice, 10/10, would 100% listen to it again, only if you want to though.

It really doesn't matter how often she uses her future vision, you always leave her breathless.

God help any bullies that try and mess with you, Garnet is not having it. She might seem calm, cool, and collected, but inside, she is seething.

How can they bully someone for such an arbitrary thing like using another language??

Personal bodyguard Garnet❤️💙

Now, when Garnet unfuses and you get to meet Sapphire and Ruby, you best believe they are all over you.

Ruby is determined to learn ASL from you and no one else!

Sapphire is just giddy to meet the person Garnet loves so much. She would also love to learn ASL too though.

Ruby and Sapphire would practice with eachother and go on dates while only communicating in ASL-

Garnet would also love to meet your family if you'd let her, being able to see your family and culture is definitely on her bucket list.

Sorry that this is so long, I just love Garnet-

#x reader #drabble #headcanon #reader #steven universe pearl #steven universe fanfic #steven universe fanfiction #steven universe garnet #steven universe #steven universe amethyst #steven universe steven #steven universe connie #american sign language #ASL #Pearl learned ASL from Rose #Greg too #Amethyst totally learned the curse words first #Steven is kind of bad at ASL-

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suenitos · 18 days

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i’m happy with the slow pace around the fandom space right now (minus fanart and fic i will always want people to post)

it’s better than the alternative which is crazy drama everyday

i do agree but i do wish we had more content from our guys (dream and george basically. not you my perfect sapanap) though to help tide people over into not drama-ing everywhere lol

#anon.txt #ask.txt #as much as i dont like complaining about it! sometimes yes i wish they were more active. but i hate the drama as much as its sometimes #entertaining and ridiculous

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twilleansparks · 6 months

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*transmascs your Belos*

[ID: a digital toony waist shot drawing of Belos in his King's tide outfit, minus the shirt to show his top surgery scars. His left hand is on his hip, and he's looking down to the right and blushing. The background has a paper texture. /End ID]

@toh-described

#belos #The owl house #toh #the owl house fanart #toh fanart #transmasc #trans #transgender #queer #uhh belos is cishe- SHUT UP!#SHUT UPP!!!#that is a queer trans man #described #doodles for your dashboard

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laureliciousdefinition · 2 years

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Late Night Talking | Jim Hopper X Reader

Summary: you visit Hop on a slow night at the station.

Rating: 18+!!!! Smut!!!! Minors go away

Warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, mentions of afab genitalia

A/N: this is porn with plot. I will eventually get off this hopper smut train but for now?? Choo choo baby

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The jingle of the bell on the front door to the police station snapped Hopper out of his dozing state. He knew he should probably be on higher alert with the tendencies of Hawkins, but the night had been going painfully slow, and his chair was practically molded to his back after years of use- not to mention the steady pour of rain hitting the roof of the building, all making it dangerously comfortable and tempting to take a nap. He moved his feet off of his desk and scooted back to peek out the door and inspect the visitor.

“Hello?” He called out, unable to see anyone.

“It’s just me,” you responded, coming into his view carrying two plates covered with foil.

Jim couldn’t hide his smile upon seeing you, wearing a long, black rain jacket that covered your work clothes that you still wore despite it being well past 9:00 PM. Your eyes were tired, makeup dulled since you’d applied it that morning, and your hair a bit messy after walking in the rain from your car,but you’d never looked more beautiful in his eyes. Truthfully, he couldn’t care less how you looked, he loved every version.

He stood to move to you. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I figured you were hungry, Ms. Florence mentioned that you tended to get that way on late shifts. So I brought you some dinner and company,” you explained, holding out one of the plates to him.

Upon taking it from you and pulling the foil back, he was pleasantly greeted by a small piece of chicken covered in a light gravy, a scoop of green beans, a small pile of potato salad, and about four different casserole samples. It was still warm, and extremely enticing, so he didn’t hesitate to grab two plastic forks from the box on the filing cabinet behind him and hand one to you before digging in.

“Retirement party tonight?” He guessed as he sampled the potato salad.

You nodded, stomach rumbling as you shrugged out of your coat and sat in one of the chairs opposite his desk. You’d hesitated getting a full plate at the actual party, knowing you wanted to meet Jim and eat together, but merely grazing on pretzels and nuts had hardly tided you over. Once you swallowed your (admittedly too large) first bite, you responded.

“Mr. Walton. Finally stepping down, I think he’s been with the company since it opened,” you wiped the corner of your mouth with one of the napkins you’d brought.

Hopper hummed. “He’s been there forever. Since I was a kid,”

You held back a small smile as you thought about the man in his younger days, running around Hawkins causing endless trouble, no doubt. Who knew he’d end up being the one stopping the troublemakers?

The two of you eventually fell into a comfortable silence as you ate. It was peaceful like this- the rain, the quiet still of the empty station (minus Hopper, of course), bellies full of good food made by the older women at the office. Even if it wasn’t a ‘traditional’ dinner, per say, you were both happy and content this way. Once you were both finished and the plates had been discarded, you left your chair in favor of a spot on his desk where you could look down to him.

“Anything interesting happen tonight?” You asked.

He mindlessly fiddled with the hem of your skirt, looking up at you. “I replaced the dead bulb in the break room,” he said, deadpan.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, maybe I need to leave so you can get back to it, you seem pretty swamped.”

He echoed your laugh before swiveling his chair so he was directly in front of you. From this angle you were able to swipe a few stray hairs out of his face and really take him in; you always loved the way he looked in his uniform. It fit him so well, the sleeves pulling on his large biceps and the way it highlighted his belly. Even if he did look bored out of his mind after the long night, he was handsome as ever in your eyes. Placing your hands on his cheeks, you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

His hands went to the tops of your thighs as he returned the kiss. “Dunno, maybe you should stick around. You can help me do some pretty exciting paperwork.”

Once again you laughed before opening your legs slightly to invite him closer. He gladly obliged, moving to the edge of his chair and placing his hands gently on your hips. He gave you a gentle smile before leaning in once more to kiss you, this time with more power behind it. You inhaled sharply as he slipped the end of his tongue into your mouth, which you fervently countered with your own tongue.

You pulled back and rested your forehead on his. “Maybe we could do something other than paperwork,”

“You tryin’ to seduce me?”

Your eyes darted away from his and a sly smile crossed your face. “Maybe. Is it working?” You raised a brow.

His voice came out more soft than before. “Just a little.”

Jim’s hands moved from your hips to your backside, cupping-and promptly squeezing- what he could from that position. You giggled a bit and leaned back in to kiss him, your own hands pressing to his chest, you could feel the edge of his badge under your right palm, and part of his name tag under your left. You stayed in this position for what seemed like forever, though you couldn’t complain with how sweetly the man was kissing you. Finally, he moved from his spot between your knees, sitting back in his chair to admire you.

“You look pretty tonight,” he spoke, almost shyly. The words were a bit dorky, you could admit, but they brought a blush to your cheeks regardless.

Before you had a chance to respond, he grabbed one of your legs and bent it before placing it on his knee. He got to work undoing the buckle at your ankle, then repeated the process on the other leg. Once you were shoeless, he ran his hands up your nylon-covered calves, nearly no pressure in his touch. When he reached the hemline of your skirt, he slid his hands up slowly until they reached your hips again, thought this time uninhibited by the thick outer layer.

He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your inner knee, then the lower part of your inner thigh. Your eyes were trained on him, knowing where this was likely going, but not daring to move a muscle.

“Can I take these off?”

It took you a moment to find your words. “Yes,” your breathy tone was momentarily embarrassing, already rather aroused from simply being kissed.

You put your weight into your hands and lifted your bottom off the desk, allowing him to move his hands higher and pull the black tights down. He gently pushed your knees open more to take in the sight of your simple blue panties. Even though the two of you had been in similar positions before, you’d never done anything like this in his office. It felt dirty, wrong… but also extremely sexual. You knew it was unlikely you’d be caught, but the thrill of breaking (in reality non-existent) rules sent a shiver up your spine.

Bunching up your skirt for you to grab onto, he continued with his ascending kisses. “Lay down.” He mumbled into your upper thigh.

You obliged, of course, turning to make sure you wouldn’t crush anything important with your back before laying down on your elbows. His eyes flicked up to yours, blue eyes seemingly darker now. He looped his pointer fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down, you once again lifting your hips to assist him. You were now bare to him, trying to calm your heart with the anticipation.

He pressed another tender kiss right at the crook of your thigh, mirroring the action on your other leg. His mustache tickled the sensitive skin in the area, though the sensation was easy to ignore when he moved to kiss the soft curls in between the two spots.

Though it hadn’t been even a minute since he removed your underwear, you were already getting antsy. You’d been thinking about him all evening, and though you didn’t think you would necessarily act on those thoughts, now that you were in the moment you couldn’t help but be desperate for the man. He had lit a fire between your legs and was fanning the flames with every press of his lips to anywhere besides where you needed him most.

Finally you were granted relief when he placed the softest kiss yet on your clit. Upon doing so, he moved his tongue to flick over the sensitive nub. Your head rolled back when he repeated the action with more pressure.

“Been thinking about you all night,” he said before flattening his tongue and moving it upwards.

This made your hips shift up slightly, to which he responded with a contented hum. Your eyes closed without you even realizing it, brows drawing together as he increased his pace and pressure.

You felt him move his head away, causing you to open your eyes and investigate. He softly ran the top of his middle finger from your entrance up to your clit, dragging your arousal along with it. “Look at you, so wet for me already.” His tone was smug, though you knew he enjoyed this nearly as much as you did.

“Want me to touch you, baby?”

Your eyes closed again and you breathed out a ‘yes please’. He chuckled to himself before slowly moving his middle finger inside of you, giving you a second to adjust to the feeling. Though it was nothing compared to his cock, his fingers were still incredibly thick, much more so than yours. He moved it methodically, in and out. In and out. He sat this way for a few moments, taking in the sight of your wet pussy and the way you were already clenched around him. Adding his ring finger in, he pumped them one more time before returning his mouth to your clit.

“Fuck, Hop,” you moaned breathily. Your elbows began to ache, so you moved to lay completely flat on the desk. He curled his fingers into the textured spot within you, which drew out an almost pornographic moan.

You’d been more tightly wound than you thought; it had been a very, very long day at work, yes, but you could already feel the building sensation low in your stomach.

He continued moving and curling his two fingers in and out of you, and circled his tongue repeatedly. “Taste so good,” you heard him say, although it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything besides how fucking good he was making you feel. When you first met Hopper, you’d wrongfully assumed that based on his cocky exterior ego, he’d be a selfish lover, but upon getting to know the sweet man behind said ego, you were proven absolutely wrong. He always made sure you were completely taken care of, and was more than happy to listen and learn what made you feel the best. The first time he went down on you was a bit bumpy, but once he found his rhythm, he found it and then some.

You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last at this rate. It was all too much in the best way possible.

“Don’t stop,” you repeated the phrase like a mantra. “Please, fuck. Don’t stop.”

He knew you were teetering on the edge, and increased the pressure just so, not changing his speed. With practice he had learned that a steady pace wins the race, and when you say ‘don’t stop’, that does not mean try to do something different to make you cum.

You sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh god,” your palm slapped against the desk. “I’m gonna cum.”

The metaphorical cord finally snapped and white-hot heat washed over you, your orgasm intense. Your walls clenched hard around his fingers, and though he removed his mouth to watch you, he didn’t stop the movement of his fingers. Doing this only drew your orgasm out more, and you cried out loudly.

When the pulsing inside of you dulled to a slight flutter, he removed his and and pressed his cheek against your thigh. You laid helplessly on the desk, arm draped over your eyes while your chest heaved and you attempted to recover. You weren’t sure how long you stayed this way, listening to the gentle rain outside as you caught your breath. You eventually opened your eyes to take in the man before you.

“You are.. god. So good at that.” You said with a short laugh. You saw and felt him laugh in response.

When you were finally able to sit up, you gave him a gentle smile and took his hand in yours, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. Turning around to examine what had been underneath you, you squeezed his hand and jokingly grimaced.

“I think I was laying on your paperwork.”

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