#moving costs so fucking much dude.
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it makes me very, very sad that some of the worst nights of my life could be instantly ailed by some millionaire choosing me to be in a single "giving $1000 to a random stranger!" tiktok.
#text#random thought#moving costs so fucking much dude.#ive been sobbing for an hour trying to figure out how im going to pay for it#theres always another expense. another tax.
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i have to come to terms with the fact that I am actually well off for someone in this country now, like.. idk it's weird
i'm still living the exact same lifestyle that i was before, so for the most part it feels almost like nothing has changed, like maybe im spending a little bit more money on food and buying the "good" toilet paper, but all that does is allow me to actually have savings in my bank account
i still stand with the working class and impoverished people of this country, and I am very much still in the boat of "one [very] bad day from homelessness" so i am not taking this for granted whatsoever
i've just been watching some of those youtube channels where they interview random people all over the country and just like.. kinda show what their life is like and it's definitely putting mine in perspective
very very grateful for the opportunities i have had and very proud of myself for forcing myself to stay in college (even tho it took almost 10 years to finish and left me with a mountain of debt) and just like.. idk, i feel like i could be doing more to help people out, i can't wait til im out of debt ;o;
#like idk it makes me feel a little bad sometime that im able to live comfortably while others arent#fuck i mean i got one of my friends living on my fucking couch rn i have a daily reminder of the inequality in this country#cause he doesnt have any qualifications to get a good enough job to fucking LIVE in this city#he's been trying to find a place to live but everywhere wants you to be making 3x the rent#and there's not a fucking job in this town that will pay you that much...#it's college town most people here are not even paying their own rent their well-off parents are paying it#ive never even fucking paid rent here i was living off the good fucking graces of my friends and my partner for like 7 years#and im still not paying rent i live in a trailer park and i own the trailer it's a shitty 2bd that i've had to pay to fix multiple times#but the fact that i can even afford to do that now is INSANE TO ME#I OWN A BUILDING WTF#i mean i do pay lot rent but it's only $300/mo#but rent prices here keep going up and up and up and i feel bad for my friend cause i dont know wtf he's supposed to do#i'm not charging him anything to live here so he's saved up a bunch of money but no matter how much he has the apartment places dont care#cause he wont have that money once he has to spend it all on bills and then his paychecks wont be able to cover living costs...#and i love him but he's just a little bit stupid and like.. doesn't seem to comprehend that he cannot afford a place that's $900 :'D#like he thinks that because he makes $1500 a month that he can spend $900 of that on rent like buddy NOO#what about FOOD? and OTHER BILLS? that's JUST rent dude what about lights and water????#but also idk i dont feel THAT bad for him cause he could always just move back in with his mom or live with a roommate but he fcking refuse#anyway this got off on a tangent the point is once im out of debt im donating all my fucking money
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cash or credit? — rafe cameron x reader
☄. *. ⋆ content warning(s) & genre: swearing, use of marijuana, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, praise, sex under the influence — smut
˚♡ ｡˚ synopsis: it's your first time trying weed, and you have no one to turn to but your best friend, who offers a different way for you to pay him back
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“absolutely not,”
“why the fuck not?”
“i'm not fucking selling you weed.”
you weren't exactly a persuasive person. negotiating wasn't exactly one of your specialties, a prime reason you were in the position you werw currently in, and not one of north carolina's most famous lawyers. you wanted to try some weed, wanted to see how it feels to get high. you've been a drinker up until this, knocking more than a few back with ease. a fan of cigarettes, too. you didn't care for spending money on them, though. why would you go through the trouble? stealing them from your best friend was easier.
“you're such a dick, dude,” you scoffed, waving the money you had brought in his face. you didn't know exactly how much you were getting, how much you needed, or how much it'd cost. so, you just brought a fifty for good measure. there was no way it was more than that. “i'm trying to expand your business here, you should be thanking me.”
rafe scoffed at you as he finished off what was left of his joint, inhaling the bitter smoke as he furrowed his eyebrows. “you're crazy if you think i'm gonna let you get high.” he argued after holding the smoke in, for as long as he could. now, it was your turn to scoff, “don't act like you care,” he shot an eyebrow up at your words. “if you don't sell it to me, some other shady asshole will. so, either help me or let me get laced.”
despite not being persuasive, you had a special way of pushing his buttons. “jesus fucking christ, c'mere,” he finally agreed, sighing in defeat as he motioned for you to come sit next to him. you were ecstatic, rushing over to sit next to him as you pulled him in for a hug. you felt him tense up under your touch, cheeks turning the prettiest shade of pink as you uttered out your “thank yous”.
the glass table set in front of him was laid with a variety of artifacts, some familiar to you while others weren't. you spotted his grinder, rolling paper, and his tinted bags of weed. the scent wasn't overwhelming, unlike the stern look he shot you. “you're not leaving my sight, you got that?” you nodded, patiently watching out for his next move.
he pulled out a sheet of rolling paper from the pack, the sheer material twirling between his fingertips. “if you're gonna smoke, may as well teach you how to roll,” he insisted, only half-joking as he shot you a smile. “first and last time i roll for you, you hear me?” that was a lie and he knew it, but you listened, nonetheless.
“take some weed, be gentle with it,” he began as he opened up his bag, revealing the dark green plant inside. “put it in the grinder, gotta open it up.” you watched closely, scanning the way his strong, long fingers pulled the grinder apart, layering the plant inside before closing it back up. “gonna grind it up just until it's fine, okay?” it was a weird thing to admit, but you couldn't help but enjoy the way he talked you through it. it made you feel stupid, but in a weird way, pleasant.
he worked the tool carefully, turning it toward the side, but not for long. as he removed the lid, you watched the way it had gone from whole to fine in a matter of seconds. “hand me the rolling paper, sweetheart.” you gulped, tensing up at the nickname, but you said nothing. you handed him the sheer sheet, watching as he flattened it out on the table. his fingers carefully picked at the green, layering it on the paper as closely as he could. “gotta leave some space before you start rolling.”
you frowned at the generous amount of weed he had been stuffing the paper with. “that not too much?” he let out a dry laugh, “if you're gonna smoke with me, gotta make sure i make it worth it.” you trusted him more than you trusted yourself, you trusted his experience and, unfortunately, him as a person. so, you said nothing.
after filling up the paper generously enough, you watched carefully, breath hitching in your throat as he brought the half-done joint up to his lips, swiping his tongue from the left corner to the right. you didn't know if it was voluntary or not, if it was just because of how close you were sitting next to him, but you couldn't ignore what the sight did to you. he seemed to have noticed it, too. “like what you see?” he smirked, earning a scoff from you as you snapped out of your trance. “less talking, more rolling.”
he had pressed tightly, rolling the joint in a tighr and orderly fashion, careful to watch out for loose ends and spills. he was a professional, he loved his work. the joint was formed in a matter of seconds, and he was all too pleased with himself. the filter held everything in place, thin paper wrapped around it carefully.
“let me just spark it up for you, yeah?” you nodded in agreement, watching as he placed the joint in between his lips. his lighter flickered, awaiting the flame that would ignite your newlyfound experience. he was careful not to burn the paper, finally setting it ablaze the right way before inhaling deeply. the smoke hit his lungs like thunder, but it was nothing new to him. he let out a sigh of relief before turning to you, passing you the joint.
there was no hesitation—you took it, rolling it in between your index finger and thumb as you pressed it to your lips. you ignored the way the scent shocked your lips, leaving a nasty burning sensation, as you inhaled deeply. rafe watched in admiration, eyebrows jolting at the fact that you hadn't ended up in a fit of coughs. you took it like a champ, keeping it in your lungs long enough to kickstart a buzz, even helping yourself to a second hit. “atta fucking girl, took it so good,” he cooed. you gulped, savoring the unique flavor in your mouth despite how dry it was. his words did something to you no law of science could explain. “thanks, rafey.” luckily for you, your chosen nickname had similar effects on him.
what was left of the joint spent the following minute or so being passed between you and rafe, until nothing was left to smoke. you had slouched your shoulders in disappointment at how fast the joint seemed to turn to ash, but rafe made up for it by rolling a new one. the process repeated itself once more—grind, sprinkle, lick, roll, smoke. when fifteen minutes followed the second joint, you were scared to stand up.
you had kicked your legs over rafe's lap, head beginning to spin each time you tried getting up, so you had accepted defeat. you leaned back, mouth dry as your legs tensed up, eliciting soft whines from your lips, earning rafe's attention. “so much for taking it well,” he smirked. you responded with another whine, “can't even think anymore.” he let out a soft laugh, his voice deeper than usual. “that's what makes it so fun.”
he had a point—it was as if your brain had finally turned itself off. nothing mattered, not even the dryness in your mouth, or the way your eyes burned. not with the way your head spinned, as if you were existing anywhere but the present. you pulled your arms behind your head, arching your back as you stretched, trying to rid yourself of the tension in your lats. rafe's eyes wandered and he couldn't help but stare at the way your back arched, tank top lifting to reveal your bare stomach and the bottom of your tits. your head was leaned back, pretty noises leaving your mouth and your eyes shut. he swallowed roughly, palm involuntarily pushing down against the strain in his pants.
he tried his hardest to pull it off, but the voice in his head had something better in mind. “should talk about how you're gonna pay me back, sunshine,” you pulled yourself back up, head tilting as you processed what he was saying. you shrugged, “how much money do you want?” rafe had to think about it for a second, having all the time in the world to ponder, before finally biting the bullet.
“don't want your fuckin' money.” for a second, you were confused. you had known him for a long time, and you've had your moments where nothing he said made any sense to you, and this was one of them. “what do you want then, rafey?”
every nerve inside your body was on fire as you watched him carefully. he met your eyes with his own red, low ones. his voice was deeper than usual, smoother than usual. today, his shirt seemed tighter. his legs seemed more spread apart. to prevent your eyes from trailing down any lower, you had to shut them light. “look at me,” he whispered. just like always, you did as you were told, eyes fluttering open as you met his gaze. you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, wetting it, desperate for some kind of moisture. he spread his legs just a bit more, before beckoning for you to come over. for you to sit. “c'mere.”
one word was all it had taken for you to give in, as much as he let you. you crawled over towards him, his eyes of admiration dropping from your face to the open valley of your breasts as you did so. when your faces were inches apart, he found himself cupping your jaw, thumbing your soft skin. “just thought of a way you could pay me back,” he purred. “you think you can be good for me?”
all you had come over for was the chance to experience a new high, wanting to see what the big deal was. if you had known this was what fate had in store for you, you'd have done it much sooner. “i can be good for you,” you assured him, and he smiled for what seemed more than genuine.
the air crackled with anticipation as he closed the distance, his fingers grazing your cheek. the world faded away, leaving only the pulsating heat of the moment. rafe's lips met yours in a fiery dance, a blend of passion and longing. time seemed to stand still as the kiss deepened, sending shivers down your spine. in that stolen moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that remained was your searing connection. he practically growled as he wrapped his arms around your bare waist, pulling you onto his lap.
“no idea how long i've been waiting to do that,” you smiled at his words as you pulled away, only to pull your tank top off your body. “no idea how long i've been waiting for you to do that.”
you could feel him poking you through your shorts, your clothed, damp panties. he was big, you could tell. it was something you found yourself wondering more often than necessary, but he was big. rock hard while you pressed your cunt against him, rocking your hips. he let out a moan, one of the prettiest sounds you have ever heard in your life, and you were sure you wanted to hear more of it. he could feel himself growing harder while you grew wetter, whining as he took one of your tits in his mouth, hand wrapped around the other.
“thank god you came to me for this,” he hummed, pressing a final kiss to your tit before working on ridding himself of his own clothes. “if you'd done this with any other fucker, i'd kill him on the spot.”
you shook your head, watching carefully as he pulled his shirt off, carefully revealing himself to you little by little. “just for you, rafey.” he seemed satisfied with your answer.
he wanted to take his time with you, having fantasized about this moment in particular forever. though, a part of him just wanted to having you a moaning mess beneath him. your hand slid up his bare chest, eyes glossy with impatience as he rid himself of his boxers. “need you to fuck me, rafey.”
“gonna be the death of me,” he shook his head, hand pressed thoughtlessly against the front of your thigh, spreading you wider while in his lap. “but not before i stretch this pussy.” he sighed under his breath, ever so eagerly pressing a finger between your clothed folds, fat lips swallowing the sheer material. you sucked in a breath, and released it with a hiccup, his eyes leaving your cunt to look at you as you did so. “take 'em off, baby.” he delivered a light slap to your clothed clit, a smirk gracing his lips when you jolted with a whine. you wriggled out of them, unsure of what to do with them so you reach to throw them to the side, but rafe beats you to it. he's quick to throw them but not before pressing them to his nose, dick twitching as he inhaled your sweet scent, leaving you flushed with embarrassment.
when he'd finally pushed into you, his blonde bangs shook against his forehead as he looked up at you, watching your cunt slurp him up while you cried with each passing second. moans were practically shoved out of you, like there was no room to keep them inside while he buried himself to the balls in your little cunt. quickening his pace, slapping skin on skin because of what he had been missing out on for so long.
“rafey, too fucking much,” you sobbed, lost in what seemed to be pain and pleasure, clutching his toned arms. he pushed your hand off of him, picking you up just slightly by your thighs. for a second, you'd been granted a reprieve, but that was only a warm-up, slotting his hands under your thighs to raise you, biceps aching from the process. for a second, you catched your ragged breath, until he slammed you back onto his dick. he didn't think to ease you on inch after inch, no, he bottomed out right away, plunging his length into you. you thought it was hard before, now you were on the verge of tears, thoughtlessly reaching out to him as if to wordlessly ask for a time-out.
he kept his absolute focus on you as he watched with low eyes, dick twitching at the sight of you bouncing on his dick despite the pain, your eyes red and teary as your tits bounched with every movement, a ring of cream forming around his shaft, and he couldn't resist smirking. you spasmed, clutching around his cock. “sweet little cunt sucking my dick in, yeah?” he cooed rhetorically, batting his eyelashes tauntingly. “best not be letting anyone fuck this pussy after me.”
you balled your little fingers up at the pain, weakly hitting your fist against his chest, taut from his hold on you, fingernails digging into your skin as you struggled to fight him. “no one's gonna fuck me but you, rafey, i swear!” he smirked at the response, “just got started and you're already so desperate f'my dick.” he deliberately pushed your hips down against his pelvis, introducing a deeper way for his cock to drill into you, and in turn, pistoning his dick into you in a way that had your eyes rolling. his movements, telling himself to be slow and careful, caused him to tremble from effort, every muscle flexed as he fucked you. your legs were spread for him as he watched you drench his dick in your juices.
“i'll split you in half if i catch you with another guy.” he was so deep inside that you could feel his tight balls against you. he was stretching you out so wide that you felt like he was piercing you. his hips picked up a relentless pace, snapping up against yours so hard that the sofa trembled under his ass. “no one else, rafe, i promise. only you get to have me.” he loves the idea of it so much that's he's chasing his high now, snarling as he rubs your puffy clit, dick pounding into you as you moan some more, stomach twisting and turning as you gush some more.
by then, your whole body was convulsing, and you'd been void of any energy. rafe knew that, it was crystal clear. he fumbled your bouncing tits as his mouth hung open, snarls passing his lips as he stuffed you as much as possible. his cock split you in half with each hard thrust, hands migrating to the back of your thighs, spreading you as he pounded you, cock twitching as tears slid down your cheeks.
“i’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck,” you warned. he slammed into you a few more times before his balls tightened, and before you knww it, he was spurting his seed into you with the most delicious groan you’d ever heard. you finally came, drunk from his cock and so far gone that you wondered if you were even alive anymore. you were, in fact, very much alive. you knew it when you looked into his eyes, shaking in his lap as he remained plunged into your pussy, fingertips stroking your fleshy thighs. he couldn't resist smiling at the sight of you.
“wanna roll another one?”
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SOULMATES 3
Warnings: nsfw, smut, omegaverse, male reader, Omega male reader, two dudes fucking, body changing, biting, fluff
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Muzans passion only increased from then, (name) unsure how much time has passed since he had been taken.
"Alpha..." (Name) mumbled after the two viciously made out once more, Muzan easing the Omega into more explicit things--- what he may be a demon but he did have standards and knowledge on Omega etiquette! "What is it?" Muzan asked, the Omega resting on his chest sleepily "can... I see the sun?" His voice soft and delicate "Is that what you want?"
"Please...?"
Muzan didn't speak but he did kiss (name) once more before rolling over so (name) was on the bed "I must go, sleep"
(Name) pouted but didn't argue his alpha, knowing it wouldn't get him anywhere at this point.
"Goodnight alpha..."
The slayer's were hunting even more frequently, trying to figure out where (name) could have possibly been taken.
Tengen was worse for wear, the Alpha hadn't been sleeping or eating and his wives had to force him to do both.
The man looked so broken.... So defeated...
The other slayers vowed to find his brother.
At whatever cost.
Muzan could smell the heat from his lab, immediately stopping what he was doing to see his sleeping Omega rub his thighs together helplessly as soft breaths escaped his lips.
Muzan began undressing himself before walking towards the Omega and tearing off his clothes, not in the mood to deal with the process of removing the others clothing.
(Name) was still sleeping as Muzans cold lips ghosted upon his flesh, the unapologetic scent of his Omega in heat practically drove him feral with lust.
The Alpha bit and sucked at his neck, taking his sweet time with his mate who let out soft breaths and pants at the sensation.
Muzan did a number to him before moving lower and taking a nipple into his mouth and bit and sucked it, his other hand tugging and teasing, his clawed finger scraping gently.
His nipples were swollen and puffy by time Muzan was finished with him.
"He's still sleeping...?" Muzan mumbled and checked his vitals "well, I see I will have to wake him up another way"
His poor cock was weeping before Muzan thighs twitching and futon ruined from slick.
Muzan lifted his legs and bent the Omega upwards to see his ass better and with a sinister grin he pushed his tongue in, changing its shape to get deeper and stretch the Omega out nicely.
Because his omegas goung to be ruined after this.
(Name) slowly woke with a cry, feeling something between his legs and looking up he locked eyes with Muzan, the demon staring at him with a predatory gaze "alphaaaa~"(name) cried out as he reached out for his mate, Muzan detaching from him, chin covered in slick "well well, look whose awake" Muzan said in an almost teasing voice but the Omega just pouted, clearly his Omega is taking the reigns as Muzan freed him.
(Name) moved surprisingly fast for a human, shakily sitting up to kiss Muzan, the demons tongue shrinking a bit but still large enough to completely dominate his mouth and control the kiss.
(Name)s hands moved down to grab at the alphas cock, making a chirping noise when he began stroking it with long yet firm strokes "want me to fuck you darling? Fuck you full of pups?" (Name) wouldn't remember this so Muzan began spewing out dirty talk, watching his Omega soak up the attention as he pushed him down onto the futon, the two feverishly kissing as Muzan rubbed their cocks together, hand grasping both easily and watched as (name) shook at the pleasure before cumming "messy Omega..." Muzan mumbled before licking the cum from his omega off his hand "please alpha..." (Name) begged "pup?"
Muzan let the Omega wrap his legs around his hips, ankles close to lock him in.
Muzan could easily escape but it was cute seeing his mate act like he could keep him close, letting him think he had such power.
Wrapped an arm around the other's hips he pulled him close as his cock pushed in, the pitched whine that escaped the others lips almost made Muzan go feral.
The Alpha set the pace rough and hard, hips slamming into the other as his fangs scraped at his scent gland, the sensation of his Omega pulling at his hair as his ass spasmed at each aggressive thrust.
Muzans movements were becoming more animalistic as (name) began mouthing on his scent gland, the Demon softening his skin enough so that the Omega could bite into him, removing any blood from that area.
He wouldn't consume his blood, not yet.
Muzans know began catching at the rim of the others ass, stretching deliciously and with a final hard piston of the hips the demon knotted poor (name), biting his flesh and claiming him, (name) reciprocating the action.
Muzan wasn't seen for a week, easily keeping up with his omegas heat and needs.
He could smell the pregnancy by day two.
(Name) was asleep as the sound of chirping could be heard, the sun blinding his vision as he sat up and examined the room around him.
The room was ornate and large, the Omega settled on a large bed that was very western.
Beside him was a note, written so elegantly and scented like his alpha.
'(name),
I will not be returning till nightfall, trust that there is food and your items in the room across from you.
We will make this living area habitable for me once I return but until then please don't leave your bed as You will not be able to get up.
If you require anything, ring the bell beside you and a servant will assist you.
-Muzan'
"Even in writing he's so formal" (name) said softly as he looked outside the window by his bed, seeing the ocean and smiled knowing Muzan listened to him.
"Tengen, Muzan had been spotted towards the south east!" Rengoku said seriously, catching the attention of everyone.
"He finally showed himself"
"I'm going to kill him"
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Up until recent events, Eddie hasn’t really put much thought into flashlights—save for that time he had to take out the batteries in the T.V remote to get his to work, back when the power went wonky last summer.
But now? Oh, as soon as he’s through with this whole nightmare, Eddie’s gonna find out whichever saint invented the damn things and start a petition to get them a federal holiday. That’s gonna be his whole… raisin something, something—he thinks it’s French, Buckley will know.
Fucking wondrous creations.
… Okay, he might still be a little jittery.
So sue him. It’s either run with his increasingly stupid train of thought or have a thoroughly justified panic about—well, there’s just so much to choose from: the ash in the air, the apparently sentient vines on the ground, how it’s so fucking cold and dark—
Jesus H. Christ, calm down.
It’s not all that dark anyway—or at least, it’s not as dark as it could be. Steve’s lighting the way, flashlight in hand. Honestly, Eddie thinks he should get it preserved, like in one of those glass cabinets in museums, complete with a plaque: This bulb somehow survived a journey from the depths of a lake into an alternate dimension, and all for the low, low price of…
Well, Eddie doesn’t know how much it cost. He’ll workshop the whole plaque thing.
In his reverie, he stumbles carelessly, nearly pitching over right into Hive Mind territory.
“Ah, shit,” he whispers.
Steve’s hand must move because the light drifts over—ends up illuminating much more of Eddie’s path than Steve’s.
“Thanks,” Eddie says—glances sideways to find Steve already looking at him.
“Think I’m the one who should be thanking you,” Steve replies.
His hand flexes, as if he’d gone to twirl the flashlight before catching himself; Eddie has a very faint memory of Steve doing the same with pencils in class and fights a private smile.
“You gave me it,” Steve continues. “I would’ve just… gone right in without thinking.”
It’s said self-deprecatingly, but Eddie would argue that Steve’s impulsivity (his courage) is an admirable character trait, even if it sets his heart pounding.
His own problem is that he thinks too damn much, until the window of opportunity has almost been and gone.
He was the only one to hesitate before diving into the lake: he knows all too well how that could’ve made its way onto the increasingly long list of moments that haunt him.
He could’ve been too late, could’ve not found the Gate at all—and then, would only have been able to pathetically swim back to the kids and tell them that their heroes were gone.
The light skips onwards just a little, encourages Eddie to look up from his feet. He blinks a few times to try and adjust to the darkness looming ahead. There, the indistinct outline of trees, and he’s drawn back to a classroom again, to the soporific noise of chalk on a blackboard, to…
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
“The hell is that from?” Eddie wonders, and he doesn’t realise he’s also said the quote aloud until Steve speaks.
“S’a poem. Robert Frost.”
Eddie clicks his fingers. “See, that’s why you actually passed English.”
Steve rocks his hand back and forth, so-so.
Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Don’t play coy now, Harrington.”
“I’m not, I passed by the skin of my teeth, dude.” Steve looks into the distance as he walks, like he’s being drawn back to some place, too. “I was meant to, um, submit a portfolio thing, and I just… didn’t.”
“Like stories and shit?”
Steve smiles. “Mm-hmm, and shit. Poems, too.”
“So why didn’t you…?”
Steve just shrugs in reply so Eddie changes tack—rolls his eyes expansively, but only at himself.
“Fucking Frost. Ugh, why can I remember that shit now, but when a paper’s in front of me, it’s just…” Eddie mimes an explosion in the back of his head, gone.
“Well,” Steve says, chuckling, “if the, uh, lovely atmosphere of this place jogs your memory, we’ll make some time, get you to write an essay.” He grins at Eddie, teasing and charming in equal measure. “We’re nothing if not productive.”
“Sure, that’s one word for it.”
Joking aside, Eddie finds that the mention of school calms his heart somewhat: to think of the foreboding sights around him as part of a story. Maybe it’s a control thing, like his campaigns. Dress shit up, put a film on top, then you don’t have to look at it directly.
He suggests as such to Steve in a longwinded ramble, and gets a thoughtful look in response.
“Like the Shire? And Mordor?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says. “Yeah, exactly.”
Steve nods slightly. The movement dislodges some particles in his hair—and yes, it helps, Eddie thinks, to believe it’s just freshly fallen snow.
“Yeah, that sorta never really worked for me?” Steve’s voice goes up at the end, almost apologetically, although for the life of him, Eddie can’t work out what he’s apologising for. “Like, when the kids ran with all the D&D stuff, the uh… analogy? Metaphor?”
Eddie gestures at himself with one hand, I failed English.
Steve laughs. “Yeah, whatever. Dustin and Lucas keep hashing that one out. Anyway, it didn’t exactly… help. Help me, I mean. Just made everything more…”
He sighs heavily.
Eddie thinks he understands. All his bullshit is just a veneer, after all: it doesn’t truly mask the fear.
“Hey, maybe you could give it a shot,” Steve adds. The light dances for a second, like he’s just barely resisted twirling the flashlight again.
“What?”
Steve smirks—juvenile, light-hearted, almost like he’s about to challenge Eddie at the school gym, like, bet you can’t make that shot from center court, Munson.
“You could write a poem. Make sense of…” Steve gestures around them.
“Harrington, as I keep reminding you, I failed English.”
“Yeah, so? I’ve heard Henderson go on about your campaigns, dude, s’not like they come from nothing.” Steve looks Eddie up and down in exaggerated scrutiny. “You look like the kinda guy who loves a theme.”
“Oh, really,” Eddie says flatly. He can’t hide his smile even if he tried.
“That’s what I thought, every time you’d come into class late: oh, here he is. The symbolism.”
“Jesus Christ, Harrington, shut up.”
Eddie steps into Steve’s space just to shove him away (just to touch). He thinks that if he were to try his hand at poetry, it’d be horrendously self-indulgent—something about how he might not be the one holding a flashlight right now, but he’s certainly carrying a torch.
“I don’t work for free, Steve. You’ve gotta do one, too.”
“A poem for a poem, huh?” Steve says. “Sure. It’s a deal.”
And yeah, they might just be saying anything to pass the time. But Eddie chooses to believe otherwise; there’s still a pensive flicker in Steve’s eyes that makes him think he might just get lucky, that Steve might even dig up some old stuff from his abandoned portfolio.
It’s a nice thought—something to look forward to, at the end of all this.
He considers Steve, and even though he knows it’s not snow, he can’t help but turn the particles into flakes in his mind again, into something prettier, safe—almost as if Steve’s presence has softened the danger.
He wants to stop here, suddenly. Linger. It doesn’t make sense. But it feels like time is…
A gentle nudge—a warm elbow to his side.
“C’mon, daydreamer,” Steve says. “You can write down whatever you’re thinking later.”
Eddie snaps out of it with a breath of a chuckle, follows Steve’s light again. Keeps moving forward—past the ash, and the vines, and the trees.
The woods won’t be forever.
After all, he’s got promises to keep.
#oh the woods… they could’ve talked about so much#pre steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie
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Someone Like Him
When Dan’s good friend moved out to take a job in another state, the young man was devastated. Not only because he missed his friend, but because the next rent check was coming due. And despite having a good job in sales, the extra cost this month would set him behind. So when Amir had answered his ad online, he was elated. But flashforward a few months and Dan was slowly losing his patience.
“Your room reeks dude, could you do your laundry?” “Your plates are piling up and you spilled your protein powder all over the kitchen, can you clean it up?” “Could you be a bit more quiet when you bring guys over?” And Amir would just nod and tell him to chill out.
And so Dan was finding himself doing the cleaning, keeping up as best he could while managing his stressful job, while Amir seemed to be living his best life- partying, working out, and thriving at a job as a personal trainer. And Dan was getting tired of it. As he lay in bed, kept awake by the moans of the man Amir was fucking in the other room, he grew more frustrated.
“How is he this fucking inconsiderate?” Dan mumbled, “I wish he’d fucking know what it’s like to live with someone like him.”
As those words left his lips, he felt a sudden searing pain well up from within his abdomen. Dan flipped over, falling off his bed and gripping his abdomen tightly, the pain slowly subsiding. Tears in his eyes, Dan pushed himself up against his bed, panting heavily, a cold sweat soaking through his clothes as a heat welled up inside of him. Slowly, he pulled his shirt and pants off, basking in the cool air of his room. He looked down at his stomach- hairless, pale, and skinny in the dim light that creeped in through his window. Nothing looked out of the ordinary.
“What was that?” he whispered, as he rubbed his sore abdomen with his hand. His large, tan hand. Dan’s eyes widened and he lifted his hand, staring at it closely. It looked unnatural at the end of his skinny pale arm, and as he flexed his meaty fingers, he felt an aching sensation course down his arm, “No, no, no! What the fuck?!” He shouted.
He watched as the darker tan traveled down his arm and the muscles in forearm begin to contract. His arm swelled and the muscles in his forearm became more pronounced, only to be blanketed in swirling dark itchy hairs. The young man groaned as the same feeling started in his other hand, which quickly began to expand. Dan cursed as his biceps and triceps contracted before violently expanding, the muscle toned and refined. He looked down at them in shock, unable to process what he was seeing. He was always called a beanpole growing up and throughout college. Now he had arms that could rival any of the guys on the football team. Arms that must’ve seen the gym frequently. Arms that he realized must look ridiculous on his pale and skinny body. But his worry was unwarranted as he felt his shoulders begin to expand and fill with muscle, causing his frame to widen. The muscles in his upper back followed suit, contracting and expanding, causing his body to widen.
“It hurts...” He moaned, a few tears falling down his face. He let out a yelp as he felt his torso seemingly expand, taking him from a modest 5’8” to 6’0.
He tried to push himself up- he needed to get help. But another round of muscle contractions knocked him onto his larger back. This time his pectorals and abs contracted violently. First his pecs began to swell, at first with only a little muscle, but then more quickly- expanding and growing. They became more toned as the skin turned tan and matched that of his arms and back. His abs were next, each one popping forward one at a time- becoming larger and more defined. His obliques followed suit, becoming toned and defined- giving him a set of abdominal muscles any man would dream of. But Dan couldn’t help but feel this was a nightmare. The cold sweat that covered him and the soreness that radiated throughout his upper body was too much. And before he could even catch his breath, the intensity of that itching returned. It started in his chest- hair emerging from each follicle before lengthening, darkening, and curling around his once bare chest. His lifted his arms as his pits filled with dark and curly hair. He watched, amazed at how long and dark his new pit hair was becoming. And when he caught a whiff of the musk that now emanated from them, he quickly lowered his arms, feeling tears run down his eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” He breathed out- it was like he just ran a marathon and hadn’t showered for several days or worn deodorant.
Before he could fully process the new smell wafting from his pits, the itching returned- this time to his abdomen. A dark treasure trail emerged, running down to his light, well shaven pubes at the base of his cock. And once it reached there, all thoughts about his new size and smell were replaced with pleasure.
“Oh fuck yeahhhh...” Dan moaned, his large hand wrapping around his small dick.
He gave it a few tugs, and felt his dick harden to his usual 5 inches. With each tug, he felt his member lengthen. And to his pleasure, he felt his cock widen with each pump, filling his large hand more and more. Overcome by the pleasure he let go, breathing heavily while his new 13inch dick remained painfully erect. He looked down at the new python between his legs, his eyes widening as his previously cut cock became wrapped in foreskin, the pleasure nearly causing him to black out. But when he looked again, he was shocked- it was massive- putting his old dick to shame. Not to mention much darker as the skin around his upper legs similarly darkened. He let out another moan as his ass inflated with muscle, lifting him slightly off the ground. But his pleasure came to an end as he felt an intense cramping in his feet and legs. He looked down at his feet, he could see that they were also expanding, quickly increasing from size 10 to 11 and then to 13. He winced as more hairs pushed themselves out along his feet and as his legs similarly began to contract. The muscle in his calves and thighs expanded rapidly, before toning and becoming covered in a thick layer of dark leg hair. Dan watch through tears as his skin darkened there as well, until each pale patch on his body had been replaced by a rich caramel. And finally, his body and its muscles relaxed, although his new python remained painfully and pleasurably erect.
“Okay, it’s over, it over.” Dan reassured himself, pushing his new muscular body up.
He felt unbalanced on his new larger legs and he stumbled a bit towards the mirror in his room. And in the mirror staring back at him was a body of an absolute beast. Hairy, muscular, taller- his new dick twitched slightly and continued to leak. He gently rubbed his pecs, feeling the hairy between his new large fingers, taking in his new size. But his head remained unchanged, the pale skin of his thin neck and clean shaven face was completely off from what the rest of him had become. He rubbed a hand through his matted and sweaty hair, taking a deep breath. But when he looked down at his hand, his eyes widened. He was holding a clump of his hair. And when he looked up, more of his locks fell from his head.
“Am I going bald?” He questioned, rubbing his hair more and watching it fall out.
But before he could even fully register that, the pain returned, this time in his neck. He fell to his knees and watched as his neck expanded with muscle, becoming wider and wider. He could barely keep his eyes open as his face began to change. He watched as his jaw expanded, taking on a typical lantern jaw appearance, while his head expanded and matched the size of his new body appropriately. His soft features hardened and became rough, while his eyes shifted from a light brown to a dark brown. Finally, as his skin began to darken even more, he watched as hair sprouted from the top of his head, mostly shaved at the side, while a thick beard sprouted from his once clean shaven face. At this moment, a realization hit him hard. The face staring back at him in the mirror was none other than Amir. And any trace of his old physique was finally gone.
“No.... no way.” He whispered, his voice deepening and taking on a slight middle eastern accent, “Why? Why am I Amir?”
He looked over his body, a feeling of dread passing over him. This couldn’t be happening. As he racked his brain for reasons, he felt his stomach drop. Was it that stupid wish? This isn’t what he meant! But as he tried to think of anything he could do, he felt another throb of pleasure coming from his dick. And another, and then another. He fell to his bed, moaning in his deep baritone, matching the sounds the real Amir was making in the other room. He gripped his new monster and with new vigor began to stroke. Without thinking too much, he lifted his arm, again getting hit by the smell of his own musk. But this time it was different- he didn’t dislike how it smelled. In fact, it smelled kinda good. Like actually really good. He smiled and took in a deep whiff, his mind in complete bliss from his own musk. It was all starting to make sense now- Amir wasn’t inconsiderate. How could Dan have expected Amir to deprive himself of such an intense musk? And if he wanted to maintain that musk, he’d need to workout. How could he have time to clean up after himself? He had to prioritize. Dan nodded in agreement at his own thoughts, all while moving his large hand faster up and down along his dick. And that was another thing too! A dick this large needed to be shared with the world. This body needed to be shared with the world. All other things were trivial- his job, his education, his friends, his interests. All he needed was the gym and sex. He listened to the men in the other room moaning and let out a moan of his own. The sound of Amir dominating another man- it made so much sense. And slowly, Dan felt his interest in women shift. Instead, skinny guys with big asses danced through his mind. Having them suck him off or him plowing their asses caused Dan to moan even louder. And finally, after a night filled with pleasure and pain, his breathing hitched and Dan released his load. His dick throbbing- load after load landing across his chest. After a few minutes of lying in bed, nearly having blacked out from the pleasure, Dan forced himself out of bed, rubbing his cum across his large hairy chest and abdomen. He grabbed his cellphone and quickly texted his boss that he was quitting his job at the sales firm, before blocking him. What did he care anyway? As he walked towards the door, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and smirked.
“Good looking guy.” He chuckled.
His attention shifted when he heard their front door close. He smirked- Amir wasn’t interested in any of that cuddling BS after a good fuck. Dan entered the living room where he came face to face with a shirtless Amir. The other man looked confused, taking in what essentially was a mirror image of himself, except this one was covered in dried cum and completely naked. Amir raised his eyebrow.
“Well hey there, aren’t you handsome.” Amir smirked taking in the sight, “But who are you exactly?” He continued to look over the man and started trying to put two and two together, “Wait, Dan? Is that you?”
Dan chuckled and he seemed to ponder it a bit. Who was he exactly? Who did he want to be? The name Dan- the very idea of being Dan- didn’t really seem to fit him anymore. He shrugged and looked at his twin.
“I guess I was Dan once, but I feel more like Amir.”
“Wait but dude, I’m Amir.” The two stared at each other, both trying to think through their dilemma. Their brains were mostly geared for sex and working-out, this was almost too much for them. And why should it matter? Wasn’t this the best thing for both of them? The real Amir finally cracked, fully accepting their new predicament, “You know what dude! That’s fucking awesome!” The two fist bumped, “I think I’ll call you AJ since ya know we share the same last name too.”
And AJ smiled, the two of them fist bumping as he fully embraced his new identity.
A week had passed since Dan became Amir, and the two of them were living their best life. Amir had let AJ borrow some of his clothes in the meantime given that all of Dan’s old stuff was too small on him. AJ didn’t mind that none of it was washed or anything, fully enjoying the musky smell. They had spent the last week removing any old memories, photos, and possessions that Dan had, making room for AJ’s new interests. Maybe at times AJ felt a pang of resistance somewhere from within his psyche, but he never had a hard time suppressing it. Especially as the apartment became messier and messier, the smell always provided some comfort to AJ. Amir also helped AJ find a new job as a personal trainer, which wasn’t too difficult. In fact, the two had just finished up an intense workout. AJ couldn’t help but snap a photo of the two of them. And if you asked, both he and Amir had to admit, it was in fact great to live with one another.
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Eddie wouldn’t say he loves his job. He isn’t sure anyone actually loves working in organized crime, but hey, it pays the bills. And he’s good at it, so that’s a plus. All he has to do is pick up bags, drop them at predetermined destinations, and then collect the money. Easy. That is, until it goes wrong. Because of course it does. Things always go wrong for him.
“Where’s the rest of the money?” Sam asks. He’s Eddie’s boss, a greasy dude with shifty eyes.
Eddie frowns. “What are you talking about? It’s all there.”
“No, it’s not. You’re short five hundred. What, you think you can steal from the Harringtons and I won’t notice?”
Eddie’s eyes go wide as he realizes the situation he’s in. “Whoa, dude, what? No! Why would I steal? I’m not stupid!”
Sam takes a menacing step forward and Eddie tries to move back, but feels his path stopped by a thick chest. Yeah, this isn’t looking good.
“Give the money back now, and maybe I’ll let you go. If you don’t, you’re not going to like what happens next.”
Fear coils in Eddie’s stomach. If he had the money he would give it back out of his own pocket. As it stands, all he’s got is the 15 bucks that he’d planned on using for dinner tonight. He’s completely screwed.
“Sam, please, you have to believe me. I didn’t take anything!”
Sam glowers. “Fine, that’s how you wants it.”
Eddie’s grabbed on both sides by strong hands. He tries to fight but knows it no uses. The hired muscle are twice his size, and while he’d probably be able to outrun them, there’s no getting out of the their grasp.
He’s dragged from the office and thrown roughly in the trunk of a car. This is it, he thinks. This is how he’s going to die. They’re going to take him to some river and throw him in with bricks tied to his feet. He’d heard of this sort of thing happening, sure, but he’d never thought it would happen to him. Because he wasn’t stupid enough to cross the Harringtons. They were the most powerful crime family in the country, and Eddie valued his life, thank you very much. But apparently none of that mattered.
The ride is bumpy and it feels like it takes forever. But maybe that’s just Eddie, to out of his mind with fear to pay much attention. He tries to escape, kicking at the trunk and looking for a release lever. Of course, there’s nothing. When they finally come to a stop, he prepares himself to fight. The trunk opens and he tries to launch himself at the nearest thug, but the angles all wrong. He’s thrown the ground with ease, gravel crunching beneath his body.
“Get up,” one of the goons snarls, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him up.
Eddie looks around, trying to get an idea of his surroundings. He’d thought they’d maybe be out in the middle of the woods or near a body of water, but there’s none of that. Instead, they’re outside a massive mansion.
“What the fuck? Where are we?”
He’s pulled forward. “The big boss is out of the country, so we’re taking you to his son. We’ll let him decide how to handle you.”
Ah, shit. That wasn’t much better. He hadn’t worked for the Harringtons for three years without hearing all the horror stories. Sure, Thomas Harrington was in charge and had a reputation for violence, but Eddie had heard plenty about his son as well. A rich boy with a mean streak, they said. So what would he do to Eddie for apparently stealing from his family? Nothing good, that was for sure.
Eddie barely had any time to look around as he was dragged through the mansion and pulled through a set of double doors into an office, where he was thrown to his knees. Slowly, he brought his eyes up.
The first thing he saw were the pair of shiny black shoes. Nothing at all like his own worn out pair of shit kickers. His eyes travel up over a pair of sinfully long legs and thick thighs, all wrapped up in a pair of dress pants that probably cost more than he made in several months. Beyond that was a red silk shirt, only partially buttoned to reveal one of the nicest chests Eddie had ever seen. He sort of hated himself for thinking that, even now.
Finally, his gaze reached the face of the man himself. Steve Harrington was every bit as gorgeous as people said he was, and maybe a bit more. With a strong nose and defined chin, brown eyes that looked a little bored, and perfectly styled hair. Because of course it wasn’t enough that he’d been born rich and powerful. No, he also had to be unbelievably pretty.
Steve brought a cigarette to his lips and took a drag. “Who’s this?”
“This,” one of the thugs says, kicking Eddie’s foot, “Is just a low level piece of shit who thought he could steal from you, sir. We brought him here to let you decide what to do with him.”
Steve looked back to Eddie. “Is that true? Did you steal from my father?”
“No!” Eddie cried.
“Liar,” one goon snarled. “He was short by $500.”
“I swear, I didn’t take anything! I wouldn’t do that, I’m not a fucking idiot!”
Steve just continued to look at him, though he now seemed a bit curious. “Then where did the money go?”
Eddie shook his head. “I have no idea! Do you really think I’d risk my life over five hundred bucks? If I was going to steal, I’d take a lot more than that, I can promise you.”
To Eddie’s relief, though he wasn’t sure how great that relief should be, Steve laughed. He had a nice laugh, very full and bright. If Steve is amused, Eddie can use that. He’s good at being amusing. If the prince needs a jester, he can be that.
“What’s your name?” Steve asks.
“Eddie.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty four.”
Steve nods and takes another drag from his cigarette. “Right.”
He then reaches into his back pocket, and Eddie withdraws into himself. Is he going to pull a gun and just end him right here? At least that would be quick. But it’s not a gun, just his wallet. Steve flips it open and takes out a few hundred dollar bills, before tossing them at the floor by the goons feet. They flutter down like rich person confetti.
“To cover what’s missing,” he says.
The men glance at each other, as if unsure of what to do, before bending down to collect the money. “Uh, yes sir. We’re sorry to have bothered you. We’ll just get this waste of space out of your sight.”
They go to grab Eddie again and he struggles. He’s pretty sure that once he’s out of this room, his time will be up. But then Steve holds up a hand.
“Oh no, leave him here with me.”
Now the guards looked even more confused, and the sentiment was shared by Eddie. Was Steve some sick sadist, who wanted to torture Eddie here all by himself? But the thugs weren’t going to defy their boss. They gave him a shove, forcing him down to his hands, then retreated out of the office. Once the door was closed, Steve made his way around to the other side of the desk and sat. Eddie sort of thought he should get up off his knees, but he didn’t want to make any sudden movements. Maybe now was the best time to plead his case.
“Please, sir, you have to believe that I didn’t take that money.”
But Steve only shrugs and puts his cigarette out. “I don’t really care if you did. Honestly, it would be kind of funny.”
Eddie just stares at him, sure he heard him wrong. “Um, what?”
“Yeah,” Steve says, kicking his feet up on the desk. “My dads an asshole. I’ve stolen from him hundreds of times, and either he doesn’t care or he doesn’t notice. So really, it makes no difference to me.”
Well, this definitely wasn’t how Eddie had thought this was going to go. He still sort of thinks this is a trap, a ruse to get Eddie to admit that he’d actually taken the money.
“Right. So… I’m not in trouble?”
“Nah.”
“Oh. So, can I go then?”
And now Steve gets this certain look in his eye, one that’s bright and sharp, and Eddie almost feels like a prey animal caught in the mouth of a wolf den. But Steve is still smiling, and it seems genuine.
“You can if you want. Or…”
Eddie waits. He’s really not sure where this is going. What else can he want from him? When Steve doesn’t go on, just continues to stare, Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Or what?”
Steve shifts forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk and his chin in his hand. “Now, maybe I’m completely off base with this, so correct me if I’m wrong here. But you were checking me out when you first got here, weren’t you?”
Eddie’s mouth goes dry and his heart jumps in his chest. He hadn’t thought Steve had noticed.
“Please, Mr. Harrington, that wasn’t… I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Call me Steve. I hate when people call me Mr. Harrington. And you didn’t offend me. The opposite, in fact.”
Eddie just stares. This can’t be going where he thinks it’s going. Where he’s hoping it’s going. “Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Steve says, his smile growing wider. “I know when someone’s interested in me and you,” his eyes roam over Eddie’s body, “Are very interested.”
He’s cocky, that’s for sure. Eddie hates that he likes it. He really, really likes it. To his embarrassment, he even feels himself twitch in his jeans.
“So I guess you have two choices,” Steve continues. “You can get up and leave right now. No one will stop you and you’ll be free to go on your way. Or… You can stay. And we can come to an arrangement of an entirely different sort.”
And Eddie knows he should leave. He should get up and walk out right now. Because Harrington is nothing but trouble. He can see it written in every line of him, from that cocksure grin to those $3000 shoes. But Eddie’s never claimed to be smart. And he’s never been able to turn down a bit of trouble.
He leans back on his heels, titling his head in a way that draws Steve’s eyes to his neck, and grins.
“I’m listening.”
#steddie#steve x eddie#eddie and steve#steddie fic#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#Look I’ve written a crime AU for both of the other fandoms I’ve been a part of#and this just works really well#I love cocky Steve#I just think he’d take one look at Eddie#and go yep#I’m keeping this one
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𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪♡
pairing ꒱modern! step-dad! pantalone x male reader
warnings ꒱ step relationships (though reader doesn't know it), cheating on pantalone's part, a few pet names (darling, sweetness, pet), grinding, dirty talk, praise.
wc ꒱ 600+
thoughts ꒱ small genshin drabble bc pantalone doesn't get nearly as much appreciation as he deserves, this man is HOT, y'all. inspired by the abba song with the same name. NOT BETA READ.
You hadn’t seen your mom in a long time. Ever since you moved away for college she barely contacted you, so to say you were baffled when her wedding invite came in would be the century’s understatement. Putting on your best suit, you messed with your hair a little more and tried your best to straighten your tie, before giving up and just deciding to go like this. Not like you were trying to impress anyone.
While you were on the way to the ceremony, you checked the invite again. This was maybe your mom’s third husband ever since your dad left? You weren’t sure, but maybe this “Pantalone” (as you came to know his name from the invite) would be nicer than your other step-fathers.
… The place was fancy. You almost wish you hadn’t come, because the venue in itself already seemed straight out of an expensive magazine, with the full-on white decorations, roses and tulips and baby’s breath everywhere and a ton of seats in the middle of a cute, meadow-like wedding venue and now you were sure that this Pantalone guy was at least filthy rich, because your family sure as hell didn’t have the money for this place, even with the money your mom managed to get from her past failed relationships.
You stumble amidst all the guests, making small talk with some cousins, aunts and uncles, before finally settling into the back of the garden, nursing a glass of white wine that you were sure cost more than your apartment. Trying to look for anyone else you knew besides the few relatives you had talked to, you were disappointed to see only strangers.
Fuck, was your mom gonna take too long to come out?
“Hello,” you startled, who— “do you mind if I wait here as well?
Oh, that’s a very pretty man.
He’s wearing probably the most expensive suit you’ve ever seen, with a beautiful blue tie, silver glasses and— Is that a fucking Armani suit?
“Sure dude, uh,” you shift under his attention, distractedly biting the inside of your mouth, scrambling for a common topic you could talk to this stranger about, “do you know the groom?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” He chuckles in amusement and you realize suddenly that he seemed a bit... bored. He was just observing everyone and not moving to greet any of the people in the venue, even though you can see that quite a few people seemed to wave and smile at him.
The unknown man seemed to not want to socialize with anyone else, besides you, that is.
You mess with your tie again, trying to distract yourself from the beautiful, beautiful man besides you. Your tie just never seems to sit correctly on your suits, no matter how many times you've watched those tutorials on Youtube about how to do the perfect tie.
“Do you need some help there?” The man — fuck you forgot to ask his name — asks, clearly seeing you struggle.
“Please, if you could.” You smile at him, embarrassed.
He comes closer, slowly redoing your tie for you, and you stare at his face meanwhile.
Without meaning to, your eyes are attracted to his lips and you bite your own again, thinking about how they look very much kissable. When you look up, he’s already looking directly at you, a smirk playing at his lips and his eyes muddled with arousal.
So you weren’t the only one to feel the pull of attraction between you two then, good. You weren’t even enjoying the wedding anyway.
(The man kisses hard, you dimly register, your body hidden away from view by the way he’s holding you, kissing you breathless.
His knees are slowly grinding your dick and fuck if it doesn’t feel good, making you moan each time he does it, holding his hair tighter.
“Do you like it like that, darling? Does it feel good?” He talks dirty like he’s made for it and when you don’t answer, he pulls away the tiniest bit. “Answer me.”
And you have to gasp for breath, he has already made you into such a mess in a few seconds, it’s humiliating, but not enough for you to not beg him.
“Yes! Yes, it feels amazing! Please, please—“ You don’t know his name, god damn it all. He seems to notice your predicament, because he snickers a bit.
“The name’s Pantalone, sweetness.”
You give him your name as well, completely forgetting that your mom’s soon-to-be-husband has the same name as the stranger ravaging you. Even though it’s a very clearly unique name, your brain has been completely taken by his ministrations, hazy and distracted.
“Cute,” he says, before going back to kissing you to oblivion and starting to grind against your cock with his own, clearly hard and wanting to continue just as much.
“I’m going to enjoy ruining you, pet.”)
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⚠️🔞 EJ nsfw headcannons:
Help I'm in heat
First time writing smut here, so this thing may look like it was written by a horny teenager with no knowledge of sex.
Okay let's start talking about size. Firstly I don't think jack would have a gigantic gargantuan thing like everyone HC him.
He would have a normal sized dick, but dude, that thing is girthy.
And about action, he would be the dominant and you would be his dumb mate or slave, that he can tell you to do whatever he says without questioning.
So is better be obedient or you'll have consequences...
But he likes to start things slowly, firstly by flirting with you in the living room and seducing you with words, and the mf knows what makes you excited.
Then he will bring you to his bedroom and start a sensual and slow make out section, striping your body and kissing every inch of your skin.
He will lay you down and have oral sex with you to prepare your hole for what's coming next.
He would start things slowly but I can say the he is very brutal and fast and his stamina almost never ends, so at some point he will be pounding you nonstop until he fills your hole with cum and then do everything again. So Good luck walking the next day :)
And talking about cum he ejaculates litters of this, almost enough to paint your face white after a blowjob. And it have a thick consistently, almost like cream.
About the sounds he make, EJ is animalistic and a bit loud, but you won't hear much because he can make you louder.
He won't stop overstimulating you until you're dumb crying and sweaty.
Everyone agrees that EJ would have a breeding kink and would want to make you pregnant at all costs, so he would only fuck with your pussy if you're AFAB, but I don't think so.
Maybe he would want to try new things like anal and oral. Only if you're okay of course.
And talking about anal, i imagine him pounding on you from behind while one his hands are fingering your pussy or stroking your cock.
He would want you to ride him, but he's still in control, so his hands will be in your hips all the time
About oral he likes to give and receive, and we all know the multiple tongues stuff and he how does the thing right? So Let's talk about him receiving here.
His hands would be grabbing your hair while he moves your head back and forth and his hips moving slightly while his length strokes inside your tight throat.
When he finishes he would pull back and come all over your face. Idk, seeing you covered in his seed is pretty exciting to him.
If you're AFAB and menstruates, don't worry about your period, he doesn't care. Jack would still enter you during this week, if you're okay with that, again.
And the only limit of sex for him is when his balls are completely empty, so during nights that you both are free and things are already hot, he will keep you until both of you collapse.
And that's how I imagine him normally, I can't even say how EJ is heat would be lol.
Well, he's a demon, what do you expect?
#creepypasta#eyeless jack#eyeless jack x reader#creepypasta smut#smut#smut headcanons#eyeless jack x reader smut#eyeless jack smut
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if they can afford teslas and 55k wedding venues, they can afford to pay their employees. otherwise, they wouldn't be buying those things. unless they're giving themselves luxuries before they pay their employees, which would also make them bad.
people usually save up for or finance large purchases. they don't just... drop a wad on these types of things. wedding venue prices fluctuate depending on time of year/day of week/guest list size/time spent at the venue/a number of other factors, but even if ryan or shane DID spend $55,000 USD on their venue... 1: their spouses also work, and 2: that's not unheard of. people finance their weddings all the time, and that's a pretty normal number to spend on a venue. it shouldn't be, but it is.
i also don't know if you've checked the price of new cars lately, but what tesla is charging isn't... out of the ordinary. they're priced like normal fucking cars dude. you guys are so hung up about the prices of this shit when teslas cost just as much as every other new car. hell, $30,000 usd is pretty normal for a used car in this market.
but no matter what you're still missing the fucking point. this is not the type of class warfare we need to be doing. a tesla is not a luxurious purchase. getting married is not a luxurious purchase. would you like to know what is? your fifth private plane. your third home. a second apartment building you lease for twice the average rent of the area.
this is the type of class warfare eat the rich bullshit corporations and billionaires WANT you to be doing. this is infighting. this is cutting off your nose to spite your face. this is distraction. collectivism is destroyed when we are too busy arguing with each other to take out the ACTUAL problems. ryan and shane and steven are not the problems. they experienced significant oversight and immediately course corrected, so y'all need stop acting like fucking children and move on. go read some actual theory instead of getting all of your information from hasan piker and the amazing atheist. it'll do you some good.
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how would it be when jenna and g!p reader have their first baby together? like the preparations and the labor 🥺🥺
GET ME | DRABBLE 1
Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader
Warnings: fluff again
Words: 1.2k
A/N: I LOVE THEM.
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Your parents had come around after they let themselves calm down. Getting Jenna pregnant, so early on was a shock for them. But they accepted it and began to help you and Jenna prepare for the baby's arrival. They even offered to help with the financial costs of raising the child.
You and Jenna were both grateful for the support. You both knew that you wouldn't be able to manage this on your own. You were thankful that your parents had come around and accepted the situation. But you didn't want to ask them for help right away. So, you began doing stuff by yourself as Jenna relaxed in your new home together.
The first thing you did was get rid of your motorcycle, as much as it hurt. You traded it in for an SUV, hoping it would be more practical for what was ahead. Jenna was confused when you surprised her with it, though.
"Ta-da!" Jenna furrows her eyebrows, staring at the car in front of her. She doesn't even move a muscle, she just stares at it, blinking every now and then. "You don't like it?" You ask her, lowering your hands. Jenna slowly shakes her head, narrowing her eyes at you. "It's...pink."
You laugh and shrug, "It was the only one available!" You then point at the interior, "But check out the interior!" Jenna finally cracks a smile and steps closer to the car, inspecting it more closely. "The seats are... purple." You nod, "I know, I thought it was a nice touch."
"Why is the carpet fuzzy?" You grin, "That's to keep your feet warm in the winter. It's like having a personal heating system!" Jenna shakes her head, "Where'd you buy this car?"
You shrug, "I got it from this dude off OfferUp. He said it was the best car he ever owned." Jenna smiles, "Well, it has some unusual features." You nod, "That's why I love it!"
Jenna holds out her hand, "Let me see the keys." You pass them over and she starts the engine. Music blares from the speakers and Jenna's eyes light up. "It's like a party on wheels!" You exclaim.
She immediately turns off the car, shaking her head. "I'm not putting our baby in this truck." She gets out of the truck and hands you the keys. "We'll have to find another car." She says as she starts walking back into the house.
You frown and turn to the car. "She didn't mean that." You take one more look at the truck before turning away and following your girlfriend back into the house.
The next project was the baby's room. You had invited Eli over to help you. Jenna wanted everything white, except the walls. She wanted those gray. As Eli was painting you started building the crib.
The entire thing was stressing you out. "You're the worst fucking handyman to ever live," Eli says to you, letting out a loud laugh. You grip the instruction manual tighter, glaring at your best friend. "Please shut the fuck up."
Eli just laughed harder and you playfully rolled your eyes in response. After a couple of minutes, you thought you had everything down pack. It was beginning to look like a crib and you were almost done. "I'm fucking her! Like, no one can top me." You say, smiling. Eli laughs at you, shrugging. "I don't know. You think might be her."
"I'm definitely her." You continue to work on the crib, putting the finishing touches on it. You step back and admire your work, feeling a sense of pride. You turn to Eli and smile, "I'm definitely the best. No one can beat this." Eli shakes his head smiling as he finishes the last bit of the wall.
As if on cue, Jenna walks into the room. Jenna looks at the wall and remarks, "I think I want it pink and blue." She looks at the crib and it literally falls apart, piece by piece.
Your mouth drops and your head snaps to Eli. The two of you share a look of disbelief. Eli pulls out his toolbox and sets to work, mumbling under his breath. He looks up at you and shakes his head. "This is going to be a long night."
You roll up your sleeves and start helping Eli, gathering the pieces of the crib. Jenna just shakes her head, leaving the room.
You didn't think pregnant women had such bad mood swings, but Jenna proved you wrong. One second she'd cling onto you for dear life and the next she'd be kicking you out of bed. She was always unpredictable and kept you guessing.
You would never know what kind of Jenna you'd get when you walked into the room. But no matter what, you stayed by her side and gave her all the love and support she needed.
Like today, you stood there watching as Jenna made pancakes. You didn't know if you should hug her or act like she wasn't there. She turned around and saw you standing there, a smile spreading across her face.
You smiled back and went to hug her but she pushed you away shaking her head. You stepped back, feeling embarrassed and not knowing what to do. Jenna stepped towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead before turning back to the stove.
You stood there in shock, not knowing what to say. She finished making the pancakes and stepped back, motioning for you to sit down and eat. You two shared breakfast and conversation for hours, and you felt closer to her than ever before.
You stood up from the table, Jenna following behind, making your way back to the kitchen together. Jenna walks in front of you, a bit too fast and her fork drops from her plate, falling onto the ground.
She bends over in front of you, her ass in your face. You pause for a moment, your eyes drawn to her curves. She stands up and turns around, asking you the world's craziest question. "Do you like men?"
You quickly shake your head no as your face flushes with embarrassment. She narrows her eyebrows at you, "Then why didn't you slap my ass just then?" Your mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out, so you just shrug in response. "Um..." Finally, you muster something out. "Did you want me to?"
"No." Is all she says before moving to wash the dishes.
You stand there, feeling awkward and confused. You slowly back away, unsure how to proceed.
When Jenna went into labor it was scary, exciting, and did you mention scary? She screamed your name from the kitchen and you rushed up from the couch, running over to her.
"I think my water broke!" She yells at you. You look around, "UH! HOW DO WE FIX THAT?!" Jenna takes a deep breath and glares at you, "We don't need to fix it, it's time to go to the hospital!"
You nod in agreement and quickly grab the hospital bag you had packed earlier. As you rush out the door, you can't help but feel a wave of excitement and anticipation as the two of you start the next chapter of your lives.
You arrive at the hospital and the staff quickly takes over, guiding you to the delivery room. You take a deep breath and squeeze Jenna's hand, ready to welcome your new baby into the world.
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average PQ Junpei/Yosuke interaction
Yosuke: "you're best friends with Minato, right? it's pretty nice fighting alongside your best friend all the time, right? like i'm willing to die for Yu if i have to. i just can't stop thinking about him at times. i have to protect him at all costs. he just means so much to me y'know? i can't imagine life without him. he's my partner and i'd move every mountain in the world for him if i have to. if i were a girl, i'd probably have fallen in love with him"
Junpei: "dude what the fuck"
#persona q#persona 4#souyo#never felt strongly about calling him Minato but seeing redditors get all huffy about it swung me#yosuke hanamura
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Sibling Rivalry
Sierra's mother had recently remarried. While she was happy her mother had found love again after divorcing her deadbeat father, it unfortunately came with an extra cost Sierra wasn't prepared for. The man her mother had married had a son her age, and although Sierra just ignored Carlos during the dating phase, now he was her step brother. Carlos was loud, obnoxious, and overall just a disagreeable person. The two would often bicker and fight as if they were little kids again. And now that they moved in with Sierra and her mother, avoiding Carlos became much more difficult.
"I just don't see why you can't get along with him," Sierra's Mom said while she was busy washing dirty dishes. "He is your brother now, you know."
"Step-brother," Sierra corrected. She was slouched over on the kitchen counter. Now that college students were out for summer break, Carlos would be at home more often. She dreaded the thought.
"Sweetheart, the details don't matter. You're both adults, you should act like it and treat each other with respect."
Sierra raised her head and stared her mother down, though her mother didn't give her a response. Sierra couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was always the respectful one, only becoming disrespectful when Carlos started it (which was often). It became clear to her that her mother was simply too oblivious to really help her out.
Sierra took a deep breath and excused herself to go take a shower. She stepped into the porcelain bathtub and turned on the hot water. She felt the tension melt from her body as the steam filled the room. Sierra was ready to for a long shower, until a gust of cold air entered the room. She gasped and peeked her head out the curtain. Her jaw dropped when she saw Carlos had entered the bathroom, and with only a pair of briefs covering him.
"Why are you in here!? Get out!" Sierra yelled.
"Bro seriously?" Carlos rolled his eyes. He started tapping on his phone. "Quit screaming! Now I gotta record this thirst trap again..."
"Dude I'm fucking showering!"
"So?"
"So get the fuck out!! I don't want you in here, get out!!"
Sierra was scowling. Carlos lowered his phone to return Sierra's gaze, though he looked completely uninterested. The two stared at each other for a brief moment with only the running water breaking the silence.
"GET OUT!!" Sierra yelled even louder than before.
"Psh, fine."
Carlos smirked as he turned around and grabbed the doorknob. He began to leave, but just before he left, he raised his leg and let out a loud fart. The sound reverberated throughout the small bathroom for the four seconds it lasted. Once he was done, Carlos left and slammed the door shut.
Sierra groaned as she resumed showering. But within seconds, the rancid smell of a protein junkie's flatulence violated her nostrils. She gagged while covering her nose. It was horrible. While the smell did eventually dissipate, Sierra finished her shower with a scowl on her face. She was sick and tired of her step brother, and that fart bomb was the last straw.
Sierra spent the rest of that day searching through the internet for the perfect revenge plot. She needed something big enough to get him back after everything he’s done as well as cruel enough to make him stop. After hours of searching, Sierra found her solution. She would possess her brother, then force him to embarrass himself all over the internet. She was sure that something like that would get him to leave her alone for good.
Once nightfall came, while everyone else was asleep, Sierra proceeded to perform a magical spell on her own body. She recited the ancient incantation, and her spirit began to untether itself from her body. Soon she was floating through the air in spirit form. Sierra flew straight to Carlos' room. She fazed through the wall and was met with the sight of her step brother lying in bed naked with a mango on his dick.
"Mmm... fuck yeah..." Carlos moaned as he pumped his cock with the fruit.
Sierra averted her eyes. It was the first time she had ever entered his room, and now she had reason to never enter again. She was grateful she couldn't smell in her spirit form, as she had a feeling that the room reeked of body odor and dried cum. Carlos tossed the mango to the side after it became mush. He then proceeded to pick up his stroking pace as he closed his eyes and threw his head back.
Not wanting to prolong the plan any longer, Sierra floated over to Carlos. He was too busy jerking off to notice a ghost had entered his room and was noticing hovering directly above him. Sierra got in position and proceeded to lower herself down to him.
Just a little closer...
She had no idea how body possession worked, but she figured she needed to line up the body parts. She started with her legs. As she lowered herself onto him, she could feel herself sitting on top of his lap. Then, with a little push, her spirit began to sink inside of Carlos' body. Though because of her positioning and because Carlos was in the middle of jerking off, she inadvertently got penetrated while possessing him.
A moan accidentally escaped Sierra's lips as Carlos' thick dick slipped inside her pussy. Her pussy lips flared as the cock head entered her. Sierra hated to admit it, but her brother was the biggest she had ever been fucked by. Pushing aside the sensations, she pushed on with the body possession. Carlos' 8 inch cock got swallowed up by Sierra's coochie as she inserted more and more of her spirit into him. She taken over his legs and waist, then moved onto the torso.
"Aw... fuck...! " Carlos cried out. His pleasure had increased; it felt like he was fucking some tight pussy, yet all he could see around his dick was his own hand.
That didn't stop him from continuing his jerk off session. Sierra began to lay down so that her spirit would go into the rest of Carlos. Their torsos lined up perfectly. Carlos' pecs grew in size as Sierra's tits filled them in. The more Sierra possessed Carlos, the more she could feel herself change from having a female body to a male body. Suddenly she had a dick and balls where she had a pussy. Her chest was still heavy, but she wouldn't need to wear a bra anymore. Sierra aligned her head to Carlos', completing the possession.
Sierra opened her eyes and found her new hairy hands vigorously stroking off her new cock. She was panting and moaning with Carlos' deep voice. She was close. With just seconds to spare, she managed to get Carlos' phone with her free hand and record herself shooting loads of cum all over her brother's possessed body. She was covered in warm, sticky cum- cum that she got to experience the pleasure of shooting out.
She laid there, catching her breath after finishing what Carlos had started. Then, she hopped out of bed and walked over to her brother's mirror. A sinister smirk ran across her face as she confirmed the results of the magic spell. She flexed and groped all over her new male body, the body she stole from her brother.
Sierra admired herself in the mirror, bouncing her pecs as she checked out the goods. She wasn't a fat girl by any means, but Carlos had always been the more fit of the two step siblings. She couldn't help but run her fingers over the bulging veins in her arms and legs. The feel of a V line felt foreign yet pleasurable to her. Her hands eventually went to her new groin, and she groaned as she cupped and rubbed her newly possessed dick.
After thoroughly inspecting her brother's body, Sierra went back to the bed. She picked up her brother's phone and went to the gallery to see the video of her shooting cum all over herself. It blew her mind to know that although it was Carlos in the video, it was actually her spirit controlling his actions. Nobody would know it just by watching the video, they'd just see some guy jerking off.
She paused as thoughts ran through her mind. Sierra had recorded the video to use as revenge, but she began to have second thoughts. Sierra was recalling the feeling of stroking a hairy cock and the pleasure of busting a massive nut. It was obviously different than fingering her pussy, but jerking off in a man's body... That was more pleasurable to her. Sierra grinned as she remembered the warmth of a good jerk off.
Nobody would know. Nobody would ever know unless I told them. And even if I did, who would believe me?
That last thought stayed with her. Then, after a minute, she deleted the video off her brother's phone. She decided the revenge plot could wait. Sierra decided to have a little fun with her brother's body instead. After all, nobody would know it's her.
#female to male tf#female to male#gender change#male possession#male takeover#revenge#siblings#pec bounce
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someone hitting on you - with haikyu boys pt.3
characters: stalker!suna rintarou, employee!tsukishima kei, tutor!sugawara koushi
cw: fem!reader
tw: stalking, mentioning of violence
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stalker!suna
Suna wasn’t that kind of guy who would go straightforward for something he desires. Especially if that’s you. He’d like to play games as long as it entertains him. Rintarou would go everywhere you go just to explore the expressions of yours he’d seen before. Keeping his admiration for you in secret was like a drug. It was never enough. Every new shade of emotion, every new reaction would make him want more of you.
Suna would scroll your page late at night to see if there’s something he never noticed. He would go to the same places as you but make sure you wouldn’t see him. Even slightly. Rintarou loved being your shadow.
That one day you posted something about going to the casino night with friends of yours. That day Rintarou decided to make a game a little more spicy. Just add one more player to the game he adored so much.
That night you looked flawlessly gorgeous. Suna was craving for the moment he gives a slightest idea of something that only you could’ve known. To see not a fear in your eyes but a little note of innocent confusion. He knew it was going to be the most beautiful and precious thing he had ever seen.
And yet Rintarou saw you nervously smiling to a stranger. A guy he didn’t know. Why would he? You just bumped into this man and now politely trying to get rid of him. You didn’t see girls around. You were helpless. The dude was almost twice your height grabbing your hand to make you go with him.
Suna was thinking of how he was going to rip him apart. He had waited so much for you feeling not worth to even talk to you. And this motherfucker dares to touch you? No one could treat his desire like that.
But Rintarou also couldn’t manage to let some freak end his game like this. Suna quickly moved to the closest person to him and asked the name of the moron next to you.
“Hey, Troy, this chick bought you a drink.” Rintarou said it loud enough so he would hear. Fortunately, you didn’t look in his direction and rushed to meet your girls. Rintarou was relieved.
Troy approached Suna to see his drink. Rintarou grabbed his shirt and nailed him to the bar counter. Suna looked at his clothes surprised how he wasn’t ashamed to breathe the same air with you.
“See the suit i’m wearing? You know how much it costs? The amount that your mind can’t even comprehend. Tonight is very special. And i am not letting someone like you ruin this for me. Now take a hint and get fucking lost until I smash your face. Next time watch your fucking hands while you still have them” Rintarou growled.
employee!tsukishima
Almost every third man in the office tried his way of flirting with you. The more strict you got the more hot they thought you got. If you could you would fire every single one. But this option leaves like two-thirds of the employees. Things got better when you gave the cue that every inappropriate comment would dock the pay of the horny bastard that made it. But it never stopped people from discussing their hot boss behind her back.
Tsukishima wasn’t blind and knew that whispers weren’t even nearly describing your beauty in the way you deserved. He never crossed the line with you despite his desperate wish to do that. He always stayed formal and tried to do every task you gave. But every time Kei left your office he wasn’t able to get out of his head the way you bit your lips while being focused on filling out all the papers. Tsukishima would nervously take his glasses off and start to wipe it, helplessly trying to think of something else. It was hella cute. “If only she saw what she’s doing to me.” Kei wouldn’t let this thought go further.
Tsukishima was sitting in the break room pretending to be enjoying his lunch but actually listening to shit that some employee was talking about you. His coworker was saying how short and tight your skirt was, how needy you were if you had been wearing a skirt like this and how you would let just anybody to fulfill your needs. This passionate monologue of his led to the conclusion that he should ask you out. You wouldn’t say no anyway.
Kei was disgusted by every his word but tried to keep it to himself until this jerk started talking about actually asking you out. “It would be such a pity to see you go. You’ve served this company so well. Did this speech also came out of the wish for serving the company, especially manager of it? Then I actually think you should get a promotion. Firing you wouldn’t really be a good gesture of appreciation of your selfless sacrifice” Tsukishima smirked.
tutor!sugawara
Let’s be honest, yes, Suga was tutoring you because he wanted to help you but he also desperately wanted to spend time with you. He wasn’t sure how you felt about him so every time he told you a little flirty joke and you laughed at it, his heart would melt right away. After that he would keep convincing himself that it was nothing cause he obviously didn’t deserve you.
Koushi was sitting in the library impatiently checking his phone every 10 seconds. You were late and he was afraid that you changed your mind. “I am just her tutor.” Suga repeated it several times to calm down. Was he though?
You were actually running to the library. Just the image of Sugawara sitting there all alone was breaking your heart. But there was it. Finally, the library. You were so excited to see Koushi that you didn’t really see anything but the doors of the library. You suddenly bumped into someone.
“Hey, easy there. You almost killed me” a guy said. You felt really guilty and quickly looked at him “Oh, sorry. You alright?”. The boy smiled “No, really hot girl hit me with her cuteness.” You started to feel uncomfortable “Thanks, but I’m kinda in a rush.” The guy didn’t want to get it “What for?” You wanted to say something really mean but you promised you were going to be at your best behavior today cause, come on, it is Koushi we’re talking about.
Suga was worried that you weren’t replying his texts and decided to meet you halfway. He just left the library and saw you next to some guy. As soon as Suga was ready to get upset, you blurted out “There you are.” The tone of your voice brought him back to reality. His blood was racing with the thought that you were waiting for him. Not to just help you to get away from this guy but to actually see him.
“Sorry to interrupt. I’m sure you’re a great guy but I’d like you to give me my date back. “ Koushi proudly took your hand.
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HEY SUPOIRT
Sorry got excited and forgot how much bigger my fingers were. But I’m the guy you helped get that muscle bear body he wanted. Thanks again for that, by the way.
But I got another ask if you got a minute.
I’ve got plenty of twinks and twunks falling all over me, and don’t get me wrong those guys are great, but there’s a couple of fellow beefy bears at the job, including some of the big bosses in suits even above me, I wish I could get to do the same. Problem is: they’re straight as an arrow.
You got a way to make me more ahem convincing? You mentioned something with my pits last time and I’m not gonna lie, dude, that sounded kinda hot to me. Maybe something to do with that?
First of all: Glad that you like your new body. To be honest: I think it's hot as hell:
Your area director is indeed a really handsome fellow. Not quite young anymore, but beefy indeed. Hasn't been sitting in his executive chair with a white collar all his life, either. He knows the construction sites and hard physical work. You two go over the quarterly figures. Boring stuff. Rising purchase prices. Falling order numbers. The job used to be more fun. Sweat stains are forming under your arms. Shit, did you forget your undershirt? And the way it smells, so does your deodorant. Your boss sniffs and grins. He asks if you didn't have time to shower today. You laugh and say that you were at the gym a little longer than planned today, so you had to save time. Your French cuffs disappear. You wear only a short-sleeved shirt. Your boss loosens his tie and unbuttons the top button. Shit, you once saw at the company party that there is hair on your chest… But there seems to be a fur.
Precum drips into your jockstrap. You're not wearing dark blue suit pants anymore. But like your boss a dirty jeans. And heavy work boots. Your shirt almost dissolves into thin air and becomes a stained wifebeater. You look at the numbers on the monitor and cross your arms behind your head. Beads of sweat glisten in your armpit hair. Your boss moves closer to you. Looks at the numbers on the monitor. Turns to you. And runs his tongue through your armpit. And then, as if nothing had happened, he turns back to the screen, points to a few numbers with his right hand and asks you why energy costs have risen so much. His left hand kneads your bulge in your jeans.
You turn around to face him. He looks at the monitor, unimpressed. Your bulge is getting wet from the precum. His hand goes into your pants. And meanwhile his hair on the head disappears. A massive beard grows on his chin. His voice becomes a thunderous bass. He addresses you only as "Boi" or "Little Lad".
And it seems perfectly natural for him to jerk you off at work. You start to moan. Your cock is hard as steel. You can't hold it much longer. Fuck, you cling to the back of your chair, twitching with ecstasy, your head thrown back. And you shoot your load into your pants. Large wet spots form on your jeans. Your boss pulls his hand out of your pants and rubs his smeared hand on your chest hair clean. "So Boi, now it's time for you to satisfy me." He takes off his sleeveless lumberjack shirt and wifbeater, stands in front of you and unbuttons his jeans.
You know what you have to do. You get down on your knees. You smell the musky scent of his jockstrap. He pulls down the waistband. His cock jumps out of his pants like a jack-in-the-box. And you don't care whether your boss is about to cum in your face or in your ass. Now you have to suck his balls first.
Pic of your boss found @cazaosos5024
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Hi!
Could you maybe do villanous x a reader who has rabbit ears please? Thanks!!
RULES ARE RULFES NO SPECIFIC CHARACTERS OR THINGS ITS BEING A HC UHHHH
ok lets begin since i'm sleepy ITA 1 AM WHAT THE FUCK
"but sugar-sp1c3 you said your limit was 4 character-" I KNOW OKAYI' JUST FORGOT WHEN DOING THIS
VILLANOUS WITH A S/O WITH RABBIT EARS HCS !!
Characters, Demencia/Dementia, Dr.Flug, 5.0.5(platonic?), Black hat, penumbra, Sun Blast, Miss heed(not in order lol)
Demencia / Dementia
she woudl make fun of then
but like
A LOT
"Hey bunny ears!"
i feel like she would bite them idk
i mean yes she mocks of you BUT THATS HER WAY TO SHOW LOVE TO YOU..at least i think!
she haves 2 sides
the left one where she mocks and jokes and bites of you ears
and the right side where she praises you and your eyes and- you are basically her new black hat
she would often play with them
or if you have both rabbit and human she would be like:
"SO YOU HAVE SUPER HEARING!!?! OMG THATS SO COOL"
Dr. Flug
his first honest reaction is that gif sorry i don't make rules
HE THINKS THEY ARE COOL AND PRETTY ASF
HE MELTS IF THEY EVEN MOVE LIKE
HE JUST STARES AT YOU IN AWWE UNTIL HE SNAPS BACK TO REALITY!
unless his with black hat bc in that case he avoids to look at your ears at all cost since the "jefecito" can notice and idk yeah
he would probably want to do some experiments
but only friendly ones!!
like testing if you can do other things
if you have extra sensitive ears
or somthn idk i have no ideas rn
he would like to caress them on his little free time
oh btw he would LOVE if you and 5.0.5 where like best buddies or you would be his second parent-like figure(i swear i am trying to make his non specified gender I SWEAR GUYS)
he just lvoes you and you ears so much
5.0.5
he's a fucking bear bruh 💀
ok so thsi will be platonic like buddies or a second parental figure, or smthn like that
he loves to "talk" about your ears or ask you questions.(if you don understand them he would force flug to translate lmao)
he is very careful when he is trying to touch them since y'know..big paws
but he still tries!!
i imagine if he maked cupcakes the icing would be a drawing of an airplane, of dementia, a chameleon or a black hat idk, for you YOUR RABBIT EARS AND A HEART BECAUSE I THINK THEY ARE CUTE!!!!
he would even "ask" you to use you as inspiration for any dessert, or drawing or smthn.
i bet if he haves a rabbit plushie he gives it to you and/or puts something on the ears(ribbons, little hats, etc) he would be like "bow bow!" [siblings!]
Black Hat
he probably threats to rip off your ears
and eat them
basically hurt you
DUDE HE IS LIKE THE ANTI CHRIST ON HIS UNIVERSE WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO TURN HIM INTO A ONCELER?
Penumbra
SHE
LOVES
YOUR
EARS
SHE OFTEN POSTS THINSG ON HER INSTAGRAM(with your consent ofc) LIKE "my sweetie's ears where a bit messy today! so me and sun blast fixed them just a lil bit.... loved the result! 🐇💜"
she would ask if you are sensitive to things like sound or something to try to not let a lot of hard things that can cause a hard sound when they fall or make sure Curie or Sunblast don't throw things
she oftenly tries to impulse you to not cover them! but if you like to have them covered, she would be okay with that too!
the same that flug
she would ask to make some little and non-offensive, experiments on your ears
if you don't want, its okay!
if you want, its okay too!
"look! i got you this! i bet it would make your ears fur brighter!..and curie's too"
Miss Heed
okay she would POST LIKE 10000 HISTORIES, POSTS, AND A LOT OF THINGS IN ALL HER SOCIAL MEDIA
LIKE SAYING "HAH MY s/O'S EARS ARE UNIQUE AND YOURS NOT"
but she would never say that out loud.
she would ask to records tiktoks or anything about them, like idk trends, popular songs or just quick vid like "watch me take care of my Sweetie S/o ears!"
if they are sensitive, during the event of when she had everybody under her control or smthn she would keep you away from them
yes she would be a bit sadistic and evil but she still cares abt you
..or she just does the same thing that she did with them..
when she's at..THAT place..she draws in a corner a lot of little ears, like if she misses you and misses your ears..
if you visit, she would beg to touch them again , to feel them..she would be crazy for it..
Sunblast
Red BEFORE the "The Dreadful Dawn".
Orange AFTER "The Dreadful Dawn" and BEFORE the events of the comic and The "Heedeous Heart"
Yellow AFTER "The Dreadful Dawn" and the events of "The Heedeous Heart" and the little comic
even if you where his S/O he would mock of you and of them..
listen he knows you are his S/O but he just..feels like its the right thing or it doesn't matters
he doesn't even minds as i can think
he is just like "oh i am just joking! geez.."
Now under Penumbra's uhm..how do i say it?..NOW WITH PENUMBRA LMAO
he realized that he may have been a bit too much harsh with you..
he persuades Penumbra to localize you or visit you to apologize
if things go well..you both could try again!
and he is better.
He even tries to make you be friends with Penumbra! like he did with her
He still makes jokes but he thinks about them for a long time like
"no..that would hurt their feelings..NO ITS BAD..well- no wait..no..oh...this one may be good.."
he fears of you getting like the other ones..he tries to protect you at all cost
if you do get under Miss heed's..thing
he would be like mad but that multiplicate it for 10 and then for 100
the only thing that keeps him away from hurting heed and all her followers its his current little size and Curie
when you aren't under heeds control he makes sure you and your ears are okay..
he asks everyday if you are 100% SURE IF YOU ARE OKAY
after the Miss heed thing he is worried more than he should be but like c'mon
leave the little guy alone :(
he lost 2 of his most special people in his life just because a pink bitch
#Missheed x reader#villanous x reader#dementia x reader#Penumbra x reader#black hat x reader#x reader#sunblast x reader#dr.flug x reader
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