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#screaming rn because i need him so badly

mayaluvzyou · 4 months

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Okay but just imagine Eddie eating you out right before a show for "good luck" 🤭🤭

He'll have you sitting on an old, busted up leather couch they keep backstage while he's on his knees in front of you, licking and sucking you like it's the last thing he'll ever do. Despite how messy it is, that shit has you gripping the fucking couch, tearing up the arm of it even more.

The loud music from the other band playing cover up the borderline pornographic noises coming from both you and Eddie. Your moans, and the wet sounds of him licking at your folds, sucking your clit between his slick-covered lips as he curls two fingers into your sticky cunt in a way that has you practically screaming.

"So fuckin' good..." He'll mumble during a quick break for air, nearly moaning when he reconnects his tongue to your dripping pussy.

By the time you can feel the coil in your lower stomach start to tighten, Eddie's encouraging you to fucking drench his face with your juices.

"C'mon, I know you can do it. Cum on my face like a good girl, yeah?"

And when you finally do cum, he's talking you through it so sweetly like he isn't making you see stars.

"That's it, mhm.. So good for me.." while he's lapping at your release like a starved man.

Once you calm down from your orgasm, Eddie snatches your panties from where he had them pooled at your ankles, murmuring something like "for extra good luck," while he's stuffing them in the back pocket of his jeans.

#screaming rn because i need him so badly #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie munson

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antiwhores · 10 days

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My king ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

King!Bakugou x servant!reader

I’m on break rn but its Bakugou’s birthday so heres this for you guys. I haven’t wrote anything this long in a HOT minute. only ogs remember when I used to write more than just drabbles

Learning not to feel self conscious about every move you made around King Katsuki was like learning to walk again.

You had to be perfect, everyone had to be perfect with the King’s temper. If a plate broke, you’d be shamed and degraded until you were holding back improper tears to avoid more degration, then you’d be fired and kicked to the curb. If you messed up an order, say goodbye to the kingdom cause you’re banished. And if you even showed the slightest disrespect then plan your funeral in the next 20 seconds because you’re dead.

Atleast, that’s what everyone told you when you first started your job as King Katsuki’s personal servant.

So far, you have not been degraded to salty tears when dropping a plate. You get a simple, “Tch, stupid woman.” As you apologize profusely and bow down to the man.

You had not been banished for messing up an order. During a quiet afternoon one week, you were flustered. You had bills to pay, a close friend just died, you needed to restock grocery, and you had gotten 3 hours of sleep from all the crying over your friend. He noticed your puffy eyes and unusually sluggish frame. He spoke nothing about it. But when you gave him peach tea instead of chai he didn’t make too much of a scene. He mearly asked, rudely of course, what was wrong with you; he scoffed at your excuse.

And he definitely didn’t have you hanged when a groan threw itself out of your mouth when he bitched about you being absent yesterday. He only made you get on your knees as he grabbed your face and made you apologize and beg for forgiveness. It sounds harsh but considering his reputation, you were called extremely lucky.

The other staff said that he’d taken a liking to you. They always sent you out to take care of his needs when he was in a pissy mood cause you had a better chance at living than the average servant.

You didn’t speak much unless directly told to. Its how you were trained. He didnt talk much either but he would ask you casual questions sometimes, like you’re anything but an ant in this heirchy.

“Oi.”

You gracefully turned around to face him and bowed down. “Yes, your grace?”

He clicks his tongue at your formality. “Stop it with the your grace and shit. Are you beheld yet?”

You softly shake your head, trying not to show your surprise at the intimate question. “No, your majesty.”

You feel embarrassed telling him your status. Usually girls around here would be married at 17 but here you are still single.

He seems pleased at that, “Why?”

You shrug as if the answer is simple. “I haven’t found someone who I can holeheartedly call my beloved.”

He starts to get nicer to you after that. He makes sure you eat and orders you to tell him (in detail) about your day.

No one is allowed in the King’s room. He says if he wants to clean it, he’ll do so himself. And no one dares to step foot into his den and you are not an exception.

You are still scared when he tells you to run him a bath in his room. You had to conform with him so many times that you invoked him to snapping on you.

His room reked of him. It was intoxicating.

You forced yourself to disregard everything around you in fear that if you looked up from your shoes you wouldn’t be able to control yourself from snooping.

You allowed yourself to look up when you reached his enormous bathroom. Did one person really need a bathroom the size of your house? It wasn’t your place to say so you began to prepare a bath.

Just as you were done you went to head out only to be stopped by the King himself.

“Where ya headed?”

You almost screamed from being startled so badly.

“I’ve prepared your bath, my king. I figured I should head out now.”

You wait for his word to leave but it never comes.

“Stay.” He commands.

“But-“

“Are you arguing with me?”

You definitely were not. You just thought that he didn’t understand that you were done and he didn’t need you anymore. But as he began to strip down in your silence, you realized he understood fully.

You turned a full 180 degrees around to avoid disrespecting him. A lowly servant like you shouldn’t have the privilege of seeing a king indecent. Even if you have grown found of him, you need to respect your place.

You hear the water splash as he gets in.

“Come.”

“What?”

“Get in with me.”

“But sir-“

“Do we need to correct that attitude? Arguing with the King isn’t smart.”

He doesn’t know what he’s asking, you thought as your cheeks grew red. Your body moved on its own as you began to strip down. You couldn’t disobey the king, not that you wanted to. You’ve always had a thing for him. From his biceps to his booming personality.

You suddenly feel subconscious with his eyes on you. He licks his lips, or did he? You have to be dreaming right now.

But you’re not dreaming, his hand dragging you on top of him in the bath isn’t a dream. And its definitely not a dream when your hand try to find something to stable itself and end up on his shoulders.

“You know, I’m quite fond of you.”

He strokes up and down your sides before moving onto your arms. The waters warm but it feels like its boiling against your skin. He smells so good and he feels so… hard?

Hard, against your thigh. You blush a deep red. He looks down with you.

“Like what you see, yeah?”

Fuck, it was big. You expected him to be big, but you hadn’t comprehended how that would feel inside someone.

“Wanna sit on it?”

You didn’t even realize you were now straddling him. You didn’t know if you moved of if he had moved you. All you know is that your here now and its taking everything in you to not grind against him without permission.

Lustful eyes meet lustful eyes. He gives you silent permission with a nod of his head so you began to grind your pussy against his cock in a desperate attempt to get rid of the heat in your belly.

His head is thrown back, “Just like that…”

You grinded until you could find the angle to catch your clit against him. The water was splashing back and forth against the tub. Your pussy clenched against nothing and it drove you crazy.

Just as you were about to cum, he stilled your hips with both hands.

You whined, “My king-“

“It’s Katsuki.”

“I couldn’t possibly call the king by his first name as a commoner.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re not a commoner anymore, my queen.”

Before you could even begin to comprehend what he was alluding to, he slammed his cock inside you and thrusted into you at a wild pace.

You gripped his shoulders to study yourself, the stretch being painful but quickly residing into pleasure.

“Fuck!” He hissed through his teeth. He just got in and he’s already ready to cum. You felt so good, nothing like anything he’s had before. He was ready to make you queen before hand but now he’s ready to make a heir to the throne.

Your head dove into his shoulders, it was too much and it felt too good. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten. He grabbed you by your hair and shoved you against his lips.

“Wanna cum inside, that okay?”

He was gonna do it even if you said it wasn’t so you didn’t bother responding. You were too focused on meeting his thrusts anyway.

His cock pulsed inside of you, his hands marking your back up with scratched and vice versa.

The coil inside you snapped and you came on his cock with a scream. He followed shortly after you with an uncharacteristic moan.

His ropes of cum filled you up until his body relaxed against you.

Water was everywhere, on the walls and the floor. It would take a lot to clean up but you couldn’t focus on that right now.

“Does this mean you like me?”

“I just said I was making you queen, fuckin’ dumbass.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader #bakugou headcanons #katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou thirst #mha smut

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i-spit-on-your-garage · 5 months

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*NSFW shit in here*

This is my accidental first sorta imagine,enjoy I guess

Logan Howlett x reader

*straight up down bad kinda rough smut after paragraph one,afab, I'm just dumping my horny Wolverine thoughts here*

I don't think we're acknowledging how HEAVY Logan is. Man's is full of metal. There's a scene in X-Men origins: Wolverine where the old farmer has him try out the motorcycle and when he sits that bitch SINKS under his weight. Hugh himself was around 200 pounds (90 kg) during this role, but Wolverine's canon weight is a whopping 300 pounds (136 kg) post adamantium injections.Canonically he's 5'3 (1.60 m) but in the movies he's 6'3(1.90 m).

All that to say CAN YOU IMAGINE this beast of a man fucking you from behind? The absolute FORCE he's capable of. Like your ass will hurt afterwards purely from his hips. Your hands are gripping the headboard for dear life(it doesn't help) and his hands are gripping your hips (where they belong) as he absolutely wrecks you. You're in denial if you say this man is quiet in bed, this man is growling, moaning, and/or panting like a damn dog. You're either screaming or letting out silent cries cause he's fucking the air out of you. You'd both be covered in sweat and this man is going feral because you are literally gushing around him and soaking his cock and his hips and he can feel you dripping down his fucking balls (I will never be sorry for what I post, I'm incapable of shame). He's gonna put you in a chokehold with his weight leaning into you as he lowers his chest onto your back, trapping you in beneath him while he obliterates you pussy(I'm projecting so badly rn).

.......how big do we think his dick is?👀

I've never written before,I just felt the overwhelming need to share my horny gremlin ass thoughts about this hot, angry,large hunk of man.

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percyluvr · 2 months

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could you do a jason grace x fem!reader , where the reader gets a little jealous since Jason gets hit on/asked out a lot by other ppl, and she is a little jealous, but jason just reassures her that she's the only one for him? im just craving some fluffy bf!jason content rn haha

jason grace x fem!reader summary: you get jealous when jason gets flirted with, but he reassures you that you're the only girl for him wc: 987

Being with a guy like Jason wasn't easy, and you'd known that from the day you started dating him, but you didn't expect to feel so insecure about yourself all the time. It wasn't like it was his fault, no, not even close.

You knew he was bound to get flirted with, he was very handsome after all, but it made you so insecure and you felt horrible about yourself, especially when girls that you considered way prettier than you began to flirt with him.

You never wanted to make him feel bad, so you never told him, but keeping it to yourself was beginning to take a toll on you. Typically, you and Jason told each other everything, and you were beginning to feel guilty for not telling him, especially when it was one of the only things on your mind recently.

At camp, everyone knew everyone, so it made you even more frustrated and insecure when other campers flirted with him. It made you think that they thought you were less than them and that they didn't care that Jason was dating you.

Before you began dating Jason, you generally thought that you were at least average, but now you felt like you were the absolute bottom of the barrel, and it was not a good feeling.

You wished so badly that you could voice this to Jason, but he had already dealt with so much that you didn't want to add to that, but apparently he'd caught on to how you were feeling.

The two of you were sat on a log near the campfire, Jason's arm wrapped around your body and your head laying on his shoulder. He was gently rubbing his hand up and down your arm in a soothing motion, subconsciously trying to make you feel better. His efforts to make you feel better had been working until a girl came up to you two, her eyes immediately looking Jason up and down in a flirtatious way.

"Give me a visit sometime, would you, handsome?" She gave him a wink and sauntered off to where she was sitting before.

You felt yourself tearing up and accidentally let out a small sniffle that you hoped Jason didn't hear. Unfortunately for you, he does hear, and gives you a concerned look.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He asks.

You clear your throat. "Um, nothing, excuse me for a second," you quickly say before removing yourself from his embrace and rushing off to your cabin. You hear Jason's footsteps behind you.

"Woah, slow down. Come on, talk to me, please," he pleads.

"Jason, please, I just need to be alone for a second," you say, voice cracking. He sadly nods and lets you go into the cabin.

However, what you didn't realize, was that he sat on the steps outside your cabin, waiting for you to be ready to talk, so when you did come out of the cabin, you screamed in surprise.

"Hey, it's just me," he softly says, reaching his hand out. You intertwine your fingers with his and sit down on the step next to him.

"Hey," you whisper.

"Are you ready to talk now, or do you need more time?" He gently asks.

"I think I'm ready," you say.

There's a moment of silence before you speak again. "I've been dealing with this for a while, but I really didn't want to say anything, because I know you're still dealing with a lot, and I didn't want to add to that," you say, pausing to collect your thoughts.

"You're never a burden, okay? I want to know what you're thinking, always," he says as he pulls you closer to him.

"Okay, well, ever since we started dating, I've been feeling kind of.. well, for a lack of better words, insecure. Almost every day someone comes up to you and flirts with you, acting like I'm not even there, and it just makes me feel inferior to them. This is probably stupid, never mind," you spoke, suddenly feeling very stupid.

"It isn't stupid. I hope you know that no matter how you see yourself, or how you think anyone else sees you, I still think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in the world. You know that I would never even reciprocate their flirting, especially when I have you, you're the most important person in my life and I would do anything for you to be happy, okay?" He states, giving you a gentle kiss.

"Really? You mean it?" You ask, looking up at him.

"Really," he says with a smile. "I love you more than anything in the world."

#jason grace x you #jason grace fluff #jason grace #jason grace imagine #hoo #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #pjo hoo toa #pjo series #heroes of olympus

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wonwoonlight · 10 months

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Can you do all the members reacting “to finding out your sick by the internet” cause the other one was so good! maybe a series your choice though.

hi hi, i'm sorry i'm not accepting reqs rn so i'll answer this as a headcanon instead! thank you for enjoying cheol's version ❤❤ with that said, i'll start with jeonghan's and you can read cheol's here if you haven't already

jeonghan: would immediately call you while fuming, his jaw set and he badly wants to scream when you pick up but his worry overruns his anger so he exhales a deep breath and demands you to tell him whatever the fuck happened <//3

shua: is too worried to be angry, calls your manager, your family, and everyone who might know what happened bc you're not picking up his calls. asks if he can come over and brings a whole catering w him when he does

jun: will be very annoyed, if anything, bc he's been telling you to rest and he lowkey wants to ignore you when you apologize, but gives in and says he'll be at your door as soon as his schedule is finished; promises you a series of naggings that you will never hear the end of

hoshi: is eerily quiet when he gets to your place, which makes you feel even worse bc you know he's only quiet when he's on his edge, about to burst and barely able to keep it together. he'll take care of you in silence, asks quietly if you need anything, but will still hug you to sleep at the end of the night

wonwoo: texts your manager first to make sure what really happened and how it came to be. he wants to have all the info before he scolds you even though he got the gist of it already. after making sure (with your manager, not you lol) that it's okay for him to visit, he appears at your place unannounced, wraps you in your blanket, and refuses to let you move from your bed

jihoon: looks at you, deadpanned, with eyes that scream "i told you so" as you return his look with a sheepish one. he's not sure what good would scolding you right now be, and he doesn't want you to listen to him being annoyed when you're sick. so he holds it in and takes care of you without asking, making a mental note to himself to talk to you about it once you've recovered.

seokmin: is upset about the whole situation and the fact that he has to find out through the internet. like jun, he kinda wants to ignore you, but he compensates by taking care of you while complaining about the fact that you're not taking care of yourself under his breath. he'd be somewhat less upset had you told him you're not feeling well, so he makes you promise that you're not gonna hide your condition from him again

mingyu: unexpectedly would be calm, i feel like; kinda sees it coming, too. he's told you not once, not twice, but thrice that he's worried and you're gonna be burnt out if you don't pace yourself. so it's you apologizing to him once he calls you before he even says anything, he'd just sigh and sends you food and vitamins because he can't visit you immediately.

minghao: would actually ignore you loool only because it's a topic that he's brought up many times but you chose to ignore. so it's him ignoring you in return even though, like hoshi, he still takes care of you silently. he doesn't really talk though; doesn't ask anything, either. he hands you what you need an it's only when you hug him from the back and apologizes sadly that his wall dissolves.

hansol: annoyed but doesn't show it; he asks about your condition, wants to make sure what went wrong, asks about what the doctor said and everything in between before he asks how you're feeling. he sounds like a dad reprimanding their child, voice laced with worry but felt the need to scold you nevertheless.

seungkwan: arrives at your door with hoards of fruits and vitamins. he demands you tell him why you didn't tell him first that you're not feeling well, why you're not taking care of yourself, and what makes you think you're some superhero that doesn't need rest. and when you tell him you don't need him doing this right now, he asks what would you do if it was him in your exact same position so you'd understand why he's upset.

chan: would call you and asks how you're feeling, tries to hide the fact that he's upset even though you can tell at once from his voice. he sighs when you apologize, then reminds you that it's yourself you need to be sorry for because you're not taking care of it properly <//3

A/N: once again apologizing bc i realize i'm the Weakest when it comes to headcanon <///3 hopefully you enjoy this anyway <3

#seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #seventeen scenario #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #khione.headcanons #anon

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gildeddlily · 1 year

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needing a real backstory for kunikida

"he was a math teacher" it's the shadiest thing I've ever heard

saw a video with "christmas kids" by roar on my fyp, with basically traumatized ada and fukuzawa being the dad everybody headcanon him as, and all the comments were like "and then there's kunikida the ex math teacher"

... there are people out there who consider kunikida as the normal and non-mentally-ill detective? the "only normal one"? man's one of the less normal of the group, and the thing that helps making him so strange is his damned backstory

the non existing one, yeah

(and he wasn't really a math teacher, he dropped out of college and was a teacher like two days a week, it was just a side job)

he's the most passionate about protecting people and the one who most values their life (yes, the kids getting killed and bombed, yes. he is deeply traumatized, yes), and everyone thinks of him as the best person at the agency, Ranpo made it clear in season 3.

(his morals are... even if you don't like the concept of morals, he's a little fucked up like anyone else. he's the one who was ready to leave a homeless 18ys orphan on the streets cause he could have caused troubles to the agency (at the end he did but he deserved all the love in the world so nothing against him) and proceeded to attacked said orphan in a restaurant and in front of everyone when atsushi said he knew something about one of their cases. So yeah, just the way he's always screaming ab "the agency reputation" is kinda suspicious, especially when he doesn't consider asl something dangerous for their reputation tackling a teenager on the floor. he cares about the agency's reputation, but in his own personal way)

(he's about to break atsushi's arm like it's a spaghetto. even if he just wanted it to be an... incentive to talk, it was mad man. dazai osamu had to stop him)

(or the oh so famous mischaracterization where he's the most polite person in the world? he's there talking shit about dazai every two panels, and ends up being rude to almost everyone)

or just his relationship with dazai.

he hates the way dazai always tries new suicide methods and talks abou it while they're working (we all know he hates it cause he cares but let him think we believe he does it just "for the agency reputation") but he doesn't hate Dazai. one thing I hate is fanfictions where Kunikida is a fucking asshole who treats Dazai badly for no reason (the "stop nagging me" trend cause he tells dazai to work? that's literally the most normal thing ever happened in this story).

He respects him and recognise his intellect and EVIDENTLY trusts him. just this part up here, it's the first chapter and he has that look that just tells "im gonna trust for this" (we know you care for him stoop) (not comparing them to soukoku, that's another thing. stop talking shit about one of the two partnership just because you ignore the bond both chuuya and kunikida share with that lucky man) (wish I was him)

(and Dazai definitely has some sort of respect for him. Kunikida has been exposed, like everyone else, to some real atrocities and still respects his ideals in every way he can, and from Dazai perception he's the definition of human, just like Chuuya. I like to think that the years spent with Chuuya teached him a lot of things like this, and him more than anyone else would respect the strength Kunikida has. he probably still think of him as a little naive, but is our man really so innocent? he knows that his ideals cannot always be respected. he doesn't believe in a stupid utopia where the world he wish for is real, and he makes compromises with this truth)

(love the duo)

his respect for Fukuzawa is the thing (with his ability) that messes everything up even more. he hates authority (gonna kin him rn) and is something almost foregone, since he values so much human's life. it's impossible for him to enjoy something like politics and politicians with the way he lives, and at the same time he respects so deeply Fukuzawa, that is in fact authority to him.

some could say it's because Fukuzawa trained him so they know each other but than how did fukuzawa starts training a college student? how the hell did these two met?

I refuse to think it was something normal like idk, Kunikida was interested in martial arts and met him and they drank something together. and even if it was something "innocent", fukuzawa's history with dealing with teenagers (kunikida joined the agency before he was twenty) is "you're traumatized, I am too, let's become a family and heal each other" (not really but almost just trust me) so yes, he saw something in kunikida so he wasn't just a nobody who ended up here like nothing

maybe Fukuzawa knew that he was what the Agency needed, someone so strong and human, ready to die for what he believed in, working with people who all had a twisted sense of morality

he's so silly

and his ability.

just

yeah he has the "poor growing up" vibes (and I say it as someone who is definitely not rich and has had their bad months) and I believe in the "abilities generated from trauma" theory, so someone who can create small and daily things out of paper definitely had a problem having them in other ways, and used his ability to survive. so stop saying he's not traumatized, everybody in this manga is so shut up

(we need the real backstory) (we're not gonna get it cause Asagiri at the end of fifteen wrote a paragraph talking ab how he loves to see fans making headcanons. so yeah gonna headcanon his childhood till I'm dead)

(his relationship with Katai is suspicious, I'm not talking about our man obvious homosexuality but the bond itself. gotta work more ab them) (I'm joking) (or am I)

#kunikida my beloved #we stan the number one male wife #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #character analysis #or just random thoughts ab him #we stan this king #bungou stray dogs #always the one with the fucked up people #we're reaally not so different after aaaaaal #dazai osamu #fukuzawa yukichi #finally spring holidays #about to give up

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6yuns · 1 year

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*brokes your window* YOU NEED A SMUT REQUEST ? IM HERE ( btw im rn talking about mayoi nsfw hcs with my friend )

HOW DO I REQUEST help UHHH can you do ( amab ) reader fucking mayoi in a place that there's other people ? how do i explain it .

LIKE a mayoi nsfw hc IS that he cant control his volume when hes overstimulated ( me and my friend has hc that mayoi gets overstimulated with 2 rounds . )

and reader just dont cares about mayois volume . reader is jealous bcuz . yeah . reader WANTS to make scream his name ( nahhh reader name is just the name of who's reading )

ignore my shitty english idk how to request smut 😢

TITLE ; scream my name !

characters : mayoi ayase x male reader

warnings/info ; smut, overstimulation , jealous sex, dom reader, Dacryphilia, Public sex, exhibitionism, mentions of cheaating, Degradation, fem tatsumi( this is probably written badly because im doing everything but sticking to one song )

notes ; listen to baby don't stop by nct. now!!! wait imagine if your name is john. LMFAOO, most likely written badly because I lost motivation in between this

mayoi wasn't expecting to get shoved into a bathroom stall and get fucked. Maybe this was luck?

"ahh... w-wait! I can't, Fuck- Let me! let me cover my mouth please! Ah!" he begged, and begged. and begged, "I want them to hear you. loud and clear, mayoi." You said, speeding your thrusts.. like, by alot. biting onto his neck, he moaned " gonna cum gonna cum gonna cuumm..! " he sobbed as he came. He hasn't once screamed your name. It was all begs and moans, and that ticked you off. You wanted him to SCREAM your name. no more whispers, no more whines. screaming, begging for more. For everyone to hear it. especially tatsumi. " please! yn.. Yn! its too much! " mayoi cried out as you sucked a hickey onto his shoulder. A loud moan of your name came from mayoi as he came all over the stall door, " Yn! fuck.. i- I can't take it anymore! too much... please!. " that was good. One step closer to your goal. He was fighting to suppress his moans. It was funny!

Mayoi was gonna get louder. and louder. and louder. you stopped your thrusts momentarily " I'm gonna let go of your hands, put them on the door and don't move, Okay?" to mayoi. you let go, and he put his hands on the wall. placing your hands on his hips and Moving again. but faster. That sprouted a line of whimpers and moans from mayoi, and a loud yelp of your name and it was too much. " your such a whore... You knew i was gonna get jealous of tatsumi.. why do you hang around her?.. ah fuuck...." you groaned out as you came into mayoi, fucking your cum deep into him. moving a hand to mayois face, you grabbed it and turned it to you. it looked beautiful! Tears, drool, maybe even snot. you looked at him with a smile. "t-too much. I can't cum again.. please!" mayoi whined, but it was futile. You shook your head and let go of his face, placing your hand back onto his hip, Giving his ass a slap. mayoi cried out again. "I'm sorry! I- ah! " You interrupted him with another slap. Not wanting to hear him explain, "I understand she's your unit mate.. but you spend too much time with her, Does she fuck you like I do? does she fuck your face like I do?" mayoi shook his head, whining at how you wouldn't move. he sounded like a bitch in heat, You laughed and continued to fuck him.

"you really just want something inside of you, don't you?. Your so dirty~ " you said as you sped up your thrusts, mayois whines also got louder, still.. none of your name. "cmon... stop being stubborn, Scream. my. name" you said, pairing your last words with hard thrusts and then stopping your hips completely. "I'm sorry... please! I won't do anything with her I swear! f-fuck!" mayoi said, he couldn't think. It was way too much, but he needed more. He wanted more " yn! Yn! Please... g-give me more! wanna... Wanna cum again! " mayoi begged, and all you could do was listen. just hearing him so desperate and tired, just wanting to be fucked and heard.

but what he didn't know was that tatsumi was.. Standing somewhere in this very bathroom. possibly even recording it!

slowly continuing your thrusting, finally speeding up. and mayoi continued to cry. "gonna... cum again, please..!" he groaned out. everything was just too much for him. you stopped your thrusts before he could cum "come on, Scream my name for her to hear. then I'll let you cum" mayois brain didn't register most of it, he just wanted to cum. "Yn! y-yn! please.. gotta cum again- i- please!" his begs were so beautiful, there was no way you could deny him. he looked so messy, So pretty. finally, you got what you wanted. and you'd give back what he wanted. moving your hips, thrusting inside of him slowly. and he came.. untouched. " ah.. I bet that felt so good. right?. such a good puppy. for me and only me. no?" mayois legs shook as more tears and drool ran down his face." I'm yours... fuck.. I can't take anymore- I'm gonna die" his complaints were amusing, you laughed at his Trembling form.

" you look so pathetic. mayoi, I want you to do this more.. just to fuck the whore out of you" all mayoi could do was agree and moan. you fucked him so well. "shit.. im gonna cum." you warned. Not really giving him any time to react before you released a stream of curses and maybe even some whimpers. cum flowed into mayoi at a rapid pace, some even dripped out of his hole and onto the floor. you pulled out of him and tucked yourself back into your pants, and then watched mayoi try to steady himself and eventually fail to fix his appearance. mayoi held on to the door as you pulled up his pants and gave him a light pat on his ass. Eventually leaving the stall together, and spotting tatsumi. um, by the entrance of the bathroom, you glared at her and walked away, not even waiting for mayoi. " i-im sorry. about h-him tatsumi! agh..." he whined, running after you. well, trying to.

after you both made it to the car, you both sat there. mayoi looked absolutely embarrassed and you looked, quite proud.

I pulled the ending from my ass btw

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars fanfic #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x male reader #enstars smut #mayoi ayase #mayoi ayase smut #mayoi enstars

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screamed and jumped for joy when u followed me just now LMAOHDJD but ty for the tips!! i'll definitely keep them in mind! music is definitely a must, i think i just need to find some better music to listen to and i need to just really get in the zone and allow myself to get lost in my writing. i think i'll maybe go sit outside with my computer tomorrow and try to write bc i think im just wayy too scatter brained to actually think properly and it just makes it so so much harder 😖 so i'll definitely have to try some things out!!

now for a jooyeon thought! i saw ur post about him with face slapping and it got me thinking!! i feel like he's the type to really bounce off of his partner during sex, the type of mood or vibe that you're on is the type of mood or vibe that he's in. he gets rough sometimes, holding ur hips down as he thrusts into u sharply and i feel like he'd end up finding that he also has a thing for face slapping.. like if u and him are bickering and it ends up turning into sex i feel like if you reached up and slapped him because you're just so pissed at him, something mean sliding off your tongue through moans he'd reach right back down and slap you back, telling you that he's gonna ruin u for that, the frustration just building up in his stomach,, i feel like he also has a thing for like very in the moment sex,, like he doesn't even bother to get fully undressed like he'd be holding onto your skirt or your shirt or whatever he can to help him hold ur hips in place idk 😖😖 idk if any of that was even coherent but jooyeon isn't a want anymore,, he's a need 😞😞 (also i miss long hair white streak jooyeon so so much 💔)

OF COURSE ILY!! writing outside sounds soo nice 🤌🏼 is the weather sunny? ~ hope you have a great writing day tmrw!! sometimes getting in the zone takes some time, but when you finally get into it it’s the best feeling ever 😩

it’s no surprise jooyeon is obsessed with boxing - he likes letting out his stress and frustrations through hits, and it’s really messing up with my brain 😣 just simply imagining how strong his hand would be around your throat, on your jaw or when it’s pulling your hair makes me DIZZY. let’s not forget how a while back the members shared that none of them can beat him at arm wrestling, and NOW after he picked up boxing?? what’s his strength like now?? DON’T TELL ME

i agree SO much with everything you wrote, he can really match your energy very well and bc of that i think he’s pretty chill with trying out anything you might be interested in. OH he would be SO turned on from face slapping especially if you do it first to him, before he’s ever done that to you… he would be stunned but in the best way possible. he’d instantly pin your wrists down pounding into you even harder, even deeper so he can make you choke on your mean words; get you to shut up when the last thing you want is for him to have the last word. however, a moment later he’d release your hands and trace his lips on your neck all the way up to your ear, “do it again, i dare you”

choking and face slapping (giving + receiving) are two big turns on for him and no one can change my mind ☝️ he also loves slapping your pussy like sometimes he prefers it over smacking your ass as a punishment or even just for the funsies

(i love long hair white streak joo, but ngl my fave is his brown hair so i’m kinda thriving rn you have no idea how badly i wanted its return ❤️‍🩹)

#💌: xhdream inbox #— angeltsan #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #jooyeon hard thoughts

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acidicadhd · 1 year

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Okay can we please have a post where we just completely go OFF about how they tried to make Aang out to be a bad father???? LIKE ARE YOU FR RN????

One of the many things I can’t fucking stand about Korra is that they tried to make Aang out to be an absent husband and a bad father to all of them but tenzin. And was super hard on tenzin.

Excuse me? Aang in the ATLA series clearly remembers the importance of peace and love between his relationship with the Air Nomads and with his friends/family. And how badly he tries to avoid any type of harshness or fear not just throughout his own training but within his family group as well.

AND YOU HONESTLY GOING TO COME AT ME TELLING ME HE WAS A BAD DAD AND WASN’T THERE FOR KATARA??? Boi gave up going into the avatar state and loosing that entire part of himself just because he THOUGHT she was in danger. He hated ever leaving her side.

I have so much anger about this I need a rage room for two hours where I just scream facts about Aang and break stuff with a sledgehammer at the same time.

LIKE LOOK AT HIM. YOU LOOK AT HIM AND YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME THAT IM WRONG?!?! HE CAME OUT OF AN ICEBERG AND INSTANTLY FELL IN-LOVE AND WANTED TO PLAY, DAWG. GROW UP BRO

#avatar #aang #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #ATLA #kataang #katara #sokka avatar the last airbender #atla zuko #toph beifong #fan rant #legend of korra was practically trash #like how could they do that to aang my sweet air baby

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har-rison-s · 2 years

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i'd fight hell to hold you

eddie munson x reader with she/her pronouns

a/n: hi. another eddie piece. the obsession has begun. my god... idk if i’m ready for friday. it’s going to be absolutely insane. my irl st bestie will come over & we’ll watch together while eating pizza... i am so not ready. my head is empty rn because i’ve speculated on who’s gonna die and what’s gonna happen so much but i just can’t bring myself to do that anymore. i need to stop thinking about it, and i want to just watch what happens yk. idk... anyways. here we are. this one-shot is inspired by kiss’ song “i’d fight hell to hold you” which is 1) in my eddie playlist 2) a listening recommendation for reading this fic :) i think this one’s gonna be longer than my previous eddie one-shots, but ofc i shall see. i just have a premise that i need to write, something in the script i have to modify for this certain scenario and yeah. all in all, i hope you guys will like it :) oh also! i’m graduating my art high school on saturday :))))) i can’t believe i’ve come this far. insane. anyways. happy reading babies!

masterlist

stranger things masterlist

word count: 6.8k

song rec: i'd fight hell to hold you by kiss

tags: mentions of nausea, throwing up, the upside down

(a/n: my babies :( if anything happens to either or both of them in vol2, you will pay, duffers, and greatly ) gif credit goes to owner!

“nancy, no!” robin had managed to scream out a mere second before nancy, deemed the leader of the group, delved into the deep, dark water. clearly not following out on robin’s unspoken advice to not go where steve was just forcefully pulled into. eddie doesn’t know what to say, because his warning to nancy didn’t work, so why would words work? he looks to y/n slowly, wondering what’s on her mind as their next move. before he and robin can take the next shaky breath, though, y/n delves head-first into the dark water, right after nancy and steve. “y/n!”

“y/n! noo!” eddie can only muster in complete shock and hopelessness at what’s just happened. he can’t believe his eyes. he can’t believe his ears. he knows y/n well enough to know she would do anything for her friends, but this is putting her life in danger. and more than that, if there’s such a thing. eddie knows there’s only one thing he can do. to save her, to protect her, to guard her, to make sure she’ll be okay. his fighting abilities are pretty decent, but he doesn’t know what he’ll be facing. to hell with that. he’ll protect her no matter what they’re up against. so eddie looks at robin, gripping the boat’s side, takes a deep breath and jumps in after y/n, not caring what awaits him down in the depths of lover’s lake.

what awaits him is a glowing red portal that isn’t very inviting. but he sees just y/n’s converse-clad feet pulling through the portal to the other side, and he has no choice but to follow. it’s not like he would have sat in that boat with robin and waited until steve, nancy and y/n returned. it’s not like he wouldn’t go into another dimension, to the ends of the world, right into a monster’s arms, to save her. just to make sure she makes it out alive. screw everyone else, screw eddie himself, he won’t let anything happen to her.

the crawl through the gate isn’t pleasant—eddie could use many experiences of his own to describe how squeezing through that really felt—and what’s on the other side isn’t pleasant, either. a dark world. no sun, no moon, no wind. disgusting vines that resemble poisonous snakes crawling everywhere. and eddie’s best friend and new friends in peril. nancy and y/n taking on—flying bats?—together, with each their own skills and found weapons. it seems steve has a handful of them to fight himself, now that the girls have got a portion of the bats off him. he looks badly wounded.

and y/n looks as attractive as ever. yes, they’re in another dimension, yes, she’s wet and slimy and killing bats—but perhaps that’s the exact reason. she’s fighting for her friends, fighting for herself, fighting for who eddie is pretty sure is the unrequited love of her life. and she’s doing great. eddie even makes a mesmerized smile at the sight of her in his stupor, his eyes forming into hearts in the midst of this battle, suddenly amnesia-like to his own situation, his current reality. it’s a bat that swings onto his shoulders that breaks him out of that trance.

eddie’s quick and agile, and grabs one of the oars laying around, and begins attacking the bat. so it’s not only keen on steve, but on the girls and eddie himself, too. it might be stupid, but what really motivates him and gets him through this terribly gross fight with the bats is the thought that he might look at y/n maybe just one more time after it. he might talk to her, might embrace her, might have her at all after this. she’s the reason he keeps a clear head and has a clear target in this fight.

when no more bats seem to be coming, yet there’s still sounds of a struggle, the group turn to watch steve taking down a bat one on one without any sign of mercy. even though eddie’s fascinated himself, he can’t help but think that y/n might find this the hottest thing in the world. a guy taking some demon bat down with his bare hands? pulling its head off with nothing but his hands and feet? it’s the most metal thing eddie’s ever seen, and quite the epic ozzy move, as well. it’s what eddie wants to be.

yet he’s no hero. he’s not like steve, who isn’t afraid to check out danger, who isn’t afraid to jump into dangerous waters first, who doesn’t hesitate to take down demon bats in an alternate dimension. eddie got scared. he saw proper traumatizing shit and ran. he wishes he was different, and that he’d have more guts. he wishes he was more like steve, who y/n undeniably likes. eddie sometimes wishes he had everything that steve has. and that’s why, regrettably, his eyes turn sour towards steve.

but after the last bat has been taken down and everyone’s coming to it slowly, eddie doesn’t hesitate to run straight towards y/n. he’s pleasantly surprised to find her also moving towards him, and he practically cradles her like fragile china in his arms. though he already let his tantrums get the best of him beforehand, he keeps chanting jesus h christ(though his religion is, quite frankly, the opposite of that) as he embraces y/n, his best friend, with shaking hands. “jesus christ,” eddie mutters and then pulls away, his hands on y/n’s cheeks now. he knows they’re off limits to each other in this sense, but he can mask his loving ways to her with care, can’t he? eddie inspects her face, searching for bruises or cuts or whatever else that might need quick attending-to, “did they hurt you? have you been bitten?” he asks in a super quick voice.

y/n shakes her head firmly. “no, no, i’m not hurt,” she tells him surely and rests her hands on eddie’s wrists. he realizes that might be a sign to draw back, to pull his hands away, to get out of that zone, so he begins lowering them, “are youhurt?” she asks in return, her eyes looking over eddie’s form. he shakes his head, too. though he’s sure that out of the shock and fear he’s feeling, he could very well not have felt if a bat has bit him.

“no, no, i’m not hurt... terrified out of my mind, though? traumatized? oh yeah,” eddie says, and y/n weakly smiles at his attempts to address the situation with humor, “you scared me, y/n, you really did. back there...” eddie shakes his head, his hands now on his hips as he looks down, very obviously hiding tears that he’s always trying to hold in, “i thought you... i mean—i—you went so—"

y/n puts her hands on eddie’s chest, one of them sneaking up to his neck, knowing that it’s always the place she needs to touch to get eddie to listen to her. “i’m sorry,” she tells him, “wasn’t thinking it through. acted like a dumb horror movie character there,” she admits, and eddie can manage to make a smile at that half-joke, “couldn’t let them go down here alone, could i? we’ve gotta figure all of this out. can’t leave my friends to certain death.”

eddie’s quiet, but he nods. friends. she definitely looks at steve as more than a friend, he’s sure, but he’ll let her words stay that way. eddie nods again. “i know, i know,” he tells her, and then they both hear more bat screeching from the forest. if you can call that a forest... eddie’s head shoots straight up, fast, rabid-like. he reminds y/n of a bunny—they’re perpetually anxious animals and jump at every and any noise around them. eddie seems to have taken a role of one for now.

y/n moves her hand up to eddie’s cheek, trying to make him look at her. she knows she often has the power to ground him. not often, but always. and slowly, with his head going into this and that direction first, he does turn to her. complete submission, as well as fear and anxiety, in his eyes as they connect with hers. y/n can only imagine what it’s like to be eddie. what he’s seen in the last forty-eight hours alone... and now to be jumping into a completely alien, dangerous world to find the monster that’s responsible for deaths in his hometown... fighting demon bats along the way... it’s no surprise eddie’s eyes are filled with tears now, at the sound of those bats, at the thought of y/n in danger. he’s a step away from sobbing, and y/n can see he’s slowly taking that step. but they don’t have much time for crying or letting it all out right now. eddie’s a straight-forward person with his emotions and has to deal with them right away, you know that. but there’s no time.

“the woods.” nancy huffs as the group of five all see a cloud of bats approaching. “come on,” nancy leads the way into the woods, which is totally not where y/n or eddie would go if they could choose, but they can’t choose at the moment. they both trust the people who have dealt with these monsters, with this whole world under hawkins. from what nancy has said, she’s the one most familiar with this dark, scary world.

and when she tells the group she has guns in her house—yes, plural, as eddie so pointedly emphasized—y/n and eddie can’t help but trust her even more. sure, nancy’s image deceives her true nature, and y/n is even glad to learn that it does, but the girl knows what she’s doing, and she knows what she’s dealing. the earthquake that comes to shake this world while the group are making plans around skull rock surprises even nancy—what could be causing something like this?

y/n immediately clings to eddie, who can’t help but be clung to by two girls—y/n and robin—at once, as she loses her balance. they crash to the ground in a mess of limbs, yelping in surprise and then grunting in pain almost immediately after. eddie’s holding both girls to him, one to each side, one for each arm. a strong arm, y/n must admit, eddie’s always been seemingly harmless from afar, but his arms hold the most strength in his body.

the shaking of the ground beneath her and everything else around her makes her nauseous, so she just closes her eyes and prays that the earthquake ends as quickly as it started. she didn’t know an earthquake could make her nauseous—they happen close to never in the state of indiana—and she hopes she doesn’t throw up now from that nausea feeling. ugh, and her mints are in steve’s car, she forgot to take them with. they might have helped against this nausea, but she could never have predicted she’d need them. this really sucks.

eventually, the terror of this earthquake ends, and y/n can breathe a deep sigh of relief. she still clings to eddie’s forearm, even when it’s past a few seconds since the earthquake ended. “so guns seem like a really good idea right now,” eddie says, fully backing away from his disbelief of nancy having guns in her bedroom, sure that the girl is telling the truth, and it might be the only solution to this situation right now.

y/n snaps her eyes open, though stays where she is for the next couple of seconds. in some way, she waits for another earthquake to start. it can’t be over yet, can it? “yeah, me too,” robin agrees with eddie and is the first to rise from the ground. eddie absentmindedly wraps that free arm of his around y/n’s frame now, too, and bends his head down next to her, their faces side by side. she feels tense against him.

“you alright, sweetheart?” he gently whispers into her ear. she gives him a shaky nod.

“for the most part,” she squeezes out, “i just feel very nauseous.” y/n informs him and takes deep breaths in and out again, hoping it will help that horrible feeling. eddie nods.

“sorry, i think i lost my gum somewhere in this... hellhole.” he tells her, checking all the pockets he can with one of his hands. y/n’s lips curl into a small smile at that response. eddie, ever so kind and considerate.

“it’s fine,” she says in a huffed breath and gets ready to stand up on her two feet, “as long as i don’t throw up, or another earthquake doesn’t happen, i’ll be fine.”

eddie nods again. “you just let me know, okay? i’ll do whatever i can.” he offers and is the first to stand up, pulling his legs away from under y/n. he offers her both of his hands, out-stretched and firm, before he thinks to do anything else, “come on,” eddie quietly urges her on before y/n takes his hands and is being pulled up by eddie. she feels faint, and ends up standing closer to him than she anticipated.

eddie notices right away how her eyes travel to steve—he doesn’t notice that they stick onto robin and nancy, as well, he’s blind as a bat to that—and how before they did that, as well. when nancy was tying that piece of fabric around his stomach. when they were all crouching around skull rock. eddie notices all of that, but he doesn’t see, now that y/n’s turned her back to him, that she’s not looking at steve at all anymore, but instead at this world they’re in behind him, around him, surrounding them all.

eddie shrugs off his denim vest and throws it at steve without a warning or word uttered. everyone looks at him, y/n included, and she sees a weird expression on eddie’s face, a strange look in his eyes she can’t quite recognize. “for your modesty, dude,” eddie explains to steve in a voice of mock-disgust. steve nods thankfully, but is too out of breath to say anything more. firstly, eddie wants steve to cover up a bit so y/n would stop literally gawking at him. secondly, steve’s much more vulnerable in this unpredictable place with a bare torso than with a covered one.

“come on,” nancy urges the group, breaking out to be the leader among them again as she heads deeper into the woods, “no time to waste. let’s go!” she commands her group of friends, and they follow her without another thought or protest.

y/n feels just nauseous enough to not be able to talk without feeling like she’ll barf, so she doesn’t walk side by side with anyone. she’d love to be walking with eddie, but the tension between him and steve, for some reason, could be cut through with a knife, and she doesn’t want to be in the middle of that.

she couldn’t handle it on a regular day, much less on a day she feels like vomiting any next second. she doesn’t wanna give the boys the delight of having vomit on their shoes, so she simply walks after nancy and robin, and in front of steve and eddie. she tries not to think of what the vines could be, tries not to think of where or what they could lead to, she simply keeps her head up and hopes this nausea will fade away soon. preferably, sooner than she has calculated.

eddie doesn’t protest, doesn’t request her beside him. nausea can be a tough time, and he understands if she doesn’t wanna talk to him at the moment. he walks solemnly with steve, some good few feet behind y/n. he tries not to look at her as much as he usually does, since he’s in front of steve now, but his eyes do wander to her, he can’t help it.

“eddie,” steve addresses his walking partner. he’s glad for it to be someone closer to his own age, a change of pace from his usual buddy, dustin. he does miss the kid, though, even if he’s been away from him only some fifteen to twenty minutes now. the long-haired brunette turns his head to steve with curious, oblivious eyes, “hey, uh... i just wanted to say thanks for, uh, saving my ass back there.” steve tells eddie, and gives him a respectful nod, lips pursed and eyes looking into eddie’s. much similar to his own—big, doe and brown.

eddie nearly snorts. “shit, you saved your own ass, man,” he tells steve, shaking his head slightly. steve’s lips make into a subtle grin, “i mean... that was a real ozzy move you pulled back there.” it’s everything i’ve wanted to be. especially for her. steve quirks an eyebrow.

“ozzy?” he echoes. like the wizard of oz?

“when you took a bite out of that bat,” eddie elaborates, but steve still gives him a clueless look, “ozzy osbourne? black sabbath?” he offers to steve, but he’s already shaking his head and turning away. awh, y/n would have gotten the reference. “he bit a bat’s head off, on stage, once.”

steve shakes his head again. “i don’t... i don’t know,” he tells eddie.

he shrugs. “doesn’t matter,” he dismisses, and guesses that the right person gets this reference, “it’s very metal, what you did. that’s all i’m saying.”

steve chuckles dryly. eddie doesn’t blame him. here he is, steve harrington, nearly bitten to death by bats he took apart with his bare hands mere moments later, and the weirdo of the school is trying to feed him a metaphor for it. plus, he’s bleeding while walking around some big monster’s lair. “thanks.” steve tells him.

eddie nods along. the man seems pretty unsure of himself as of now. “henderson told me you were a badass.” he continues. “insisted on the matter, in fact. y/l/n over there told me that, too.”

“they said that?” steve asks in disbelief, and eddie gives another nod in response. both guys now look after y/n, climbing over suspicious vines ahead of them, clearly oblivious to their conversation.

“oh, yeah, shit, henderson... worships you, dude,” eddie elaborates. he knows someone else who worships steve besides dustin, “like, you have no idea.” steve chuckles, a bit more lively this time. “it’s kinda annoying, to be honest. i.... don’t even know why i care what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh... i guess...” it gets difficult for eddie to say what he wants to say next, “i guess i got a little jealous, steve.” he doesn’t guess that, actually, he knows it. eddie just doesn’t want to fully admit it, but he is jealous of steve. for many reasons. y/n. dustin. “guess i couldn’t accept the fact that... steve harrington,” he makes a little dramatic pause, “was actually... a good dude.”

eddie sees steve’s head hanging lower. out of embarrassment? out of the good words? but there’s a smile on steve’s lips, as well. eddie can’t help his jealousy, his envy. of steve’s looks, of his character, his personality, his reputation, his brotherhood with dustin, with lucas and max, his close relationships with three (and maybe even more) smoking hot ladies. steve’s hero character and mind-set, on which he acts. he protects the kids and his friends any way he can, always being the first to test out dangerous waters—quite literally in the most recent situation. he’s not turning his back to a dangerous situation, he’s standing up and doing something about it.

“rich parents, popular, chicks love him,” eddie lists off, a certain chick he knows well popping up in his mind as he says the quality, “not a douche? no way, man, nooo way.” steve’s smile grows wider. “that, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe, and... my own personal munson doctrine.” steve chuckles now. eddie leans closer to him. “still super jealous as hell, by the way.” of everything you are, everything and everyone you attract, everything that you can so easily have. unlike me.

steve pulls back a little, laughing now, “okay.” he tells eddie, and the boy grins.

“it’s actually why i, uh... would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass,” eddie admits, “sorry to say. no offense, of course, dude, but uh... not under any normal circumstances.”

steve shakes his head. “i get it, man, i get it,” he tells eddie, “nothing about this is normal in any way. it's insane how we can even think what to do next, after everything...”

eddie feels that shame he’s bound to talk about creep up his spine like a spider with sharp claws, “yeah, well... outside of d&d, i am nooo... hero.” his eyes fall onto y/n again. “well, okay, there is one exception.” eddie says, and a short sigh full of longing escapes his lips as he looks on the girl. steve follows his eyes, and makes a smile at the connection. something that is so clear to see. “one person i’d follow anywhere. other than that,” eddie shrugs, “i see danger and i just turn heel and run.”

steve pats him on the back, still that knowing smile playing on his lips as he does so, “give yourself a break, man,” he tells eddie, “witnessing and being a part of anything like this is very, uh... it’s not anything normal. and you’ve seen enough. cut yourself some slack.”

eddie shakes his head as a nervous chuckle passes through his lips, “yeah, well, see,” he starts to say, slowing him and steve both down in their path, “the only reason i came in here was ‘cause that little strong lady jumped in straight after you.” eddie gestures in y/n’s direction with his hand. “well, okay, not after you, but after nancy—they practically jumped in at the same time.” eddie explains. “now, i would have been too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. but as soon as she disappeared underwear, that all changed. i couldn’t stay behind.” he starts his and steve’s walk forwards up again. “surprised myself, even, doing that, but...” eddie shakes his head and inwardly punches himself at what he’s about to say, “i would literally pass through the gates of hell for her.” steve smiles again. “not sure she’d do the same for me, cause... she literally just proved that she’d do that for someone else. but i don’t know... maybe if i wasn’t such a chicken, things would have been different.”

“why do you think she wouldn’t do the same for you?” steve asks. clearly, he doesn’t know eddie as well as he knows y/n, and not nearly as long, either. but he knows they’ve been best friends forever, probably since they wore diapers, and he knows y/n’s dedication to her friends. to eddie.

eddie glances at steve momentarily, slight fear in his eyes. “well, ‘cause it’s clear there’s someone else she would dive after—literally,” eddie says, “this popular dude who babysits random kids when he’s not working shifts at family video.” eddie finally says—it took a lot in him to say that out loud, much less without getting all emotional about it—and huffs quietly, turning his gaze away from steve. he doesn’t wanna see his boasty, self-centered reaction to the clear fact eddie’s just stated.

but steve shakes his head with a scoff that he only wants to sound like complete disagreement to what eddie’s just said. “you think she’s after me?” steve asks eddie in a quieter voice, since there’s a possibility y/n could hear them both. as steve looks at eddie, the metalhead nods.

“it’s clear as day!” eddie argues. “you’re all she talks about, who her eyes are glued on all the time, and no doubt who she thinks about all the time, too.” he crosses his arms over his chest like a little kid. steve chuckles again.

“your radar is way off, dude,” steve says, but receives no reply from eddie, meaning he’s not convinced, but he’s on the way there, “it’s not me she thinks and talks about all the time, i guarantee you that. a hundred percent,” he assures.

“who is it, then?” eddie inquires, clueless as any next person. steve shakes his head.

“it’s you, dumbass,” steve breaks him the news and looks at eddie while he does so to make his point more sure, more firm. at first eddie just stares off in the distance, his arms still crossed over his chest as he ponders on this, “trust me, i know when a girl is, as they say, smitten. and she’s not smitten with me.” steve gulps. “you are all she talks about, she gushes about you, dude. rambles, if i may say that. you are her every waking thought, no doubt, everything that we do, everything we see reminds her in the weirdest of ways of you.”

now eddie just thinks steve’s playing a prank. making all that he said up, pulling it out of thin air. “how can you be so sure? how can you know that?” eddie inquires further. now steve laughs and shakes his head at how clueless eddie really is with girls. sure, he can treat a girl right, and he can love her to the ends of this earth, but he can’t catch her drift for the life of him. he can’t read women at all.

steve gives eddie one last shake of his head and leans in closer to the boy. “just... tell her how you feel, prove your feelings to her in some way, any way, or at least try to,” he advises eddie, “and you’ll see. i guarantee you, there will be promising results.” steve says, and his last words make both boys giggle.

“thanks, harrington, really,” eddie tells him genuinely, and steve nods. eddie thinks on this advice steve has given him. if what he’s said is true about y/n, and if his advice will prove that, why should eddie waste any time? no time like the present, right? who the fuck knows what’s next in this dark dimension. vecna might come after any one of them any second. so why not tell y/n how he feels right now, while he’s still here, alive and breathing, while they both are? “i’ll see about those promising results and get back to ya.” eddie says to steve as he begins to skip ahead, so he’d be in one step with y/n. steve gives eddie an encouraging nod, and even a true smile. he hopes it works out for those two. and he hopes eddie won’t chicken out.

y/n notices him next to her with the corner of her eye as she still tries to stifle her nausea, her nose as high in the air as it can be. “hi, eddie,” she says quietly in an exhale. eddie gives her a kind smile, his hands fidgeting with his jacket in his crossed-arms position.

“hi, sweetheart,” he tells her, “how you feeling?” he genuinely inquires. y/n sighs.

“still nauseous,” she responds, “though it’s going away slowly. the stink of this place doesn’t help at all.”

eddie chuckles at that revelation. “i bet it doesn’t, yeah,” he agrees, “listen, uh... wanted to, uh, tell you something. just hear me out, nothing else, no obligation to answer or... anything.”

y/n furrows her eyebrows, but then realizes what this could be about. eddie’s great at argumentative monologues, you know that. he always has backing reasons for whatever he wants or needs. “you can use my garage for band practice, eddie, i don’t mind,” she tells him in a slightly annoyed voice, “dad’s at work on saturdays, anyway.” she makes a hard sniff with her nose. though it’s probably not the best idea right now, since there’s... particles flying around in the air. who knows what they contain?

“it’s... not about that, actually, but... i’ll definitely keep it in mind,” eddie says and makes a nervous chuckle. y/n furrows her eyebrows even more. what else could this be about? “listen, uh... i’ll try my best to say this straight-forward. god! i’m so nervous,” eddie shakes his head. y/n finally drops her head to a normal level and turns it to look at eddie properly. what on earth could he be nervous about? he keeps his eyes ahead of him, “i’m gonna sound like a pussy saying this, but there was really no other reason that made me jump in that damn lover’s lake, except you.” eddie finally begins, and y/n is in a slight state of shock, so much so that she listens without any interjection. if it had been any other setting, any other situation, she would be arguing already, or asking a million questions. “you, who i’ve known since we were building sand castles in the playing ground’s sandbox. you’ve, uh, been my best friend ever since you threw that box of acorns down on my head.” they both chuckle at that memory. y/n can tell this is something serious, something really important to eddie that he’s talking about. “you’re the most amazing, badass girl i know. my mother would have loved to see you grow up.” eddie shakes his head softly. “and, fuck, i feel so... not me with this, but i also feel like the best version of myself ever since i...” y/n furrows her eyebrows again. “i’m not makin’ any sense... it’s just, you know i hate clichés, right?” eddie leans closer to y/n, looking into her eyes. she, as clueless as a by-passer about everything that he’s saying and the point he’s trying to make, nods at eddie. “yeah.” he nods. “i never expected my cliché of choice to be falling for my best friend, so... that’s two surprises in one. well, it’s not like i chose to—which i would have done, anyway, but...”

y/n is in utter shock. she just looks at eddie with wide eyes, watching his lips twist and turn as he tries to say something. something more, something different—whatever. it’s all out of stress, he can’t stand her not answering or responding in any way, so he immediately feels like he has to make up the silence with something, anything. but what can y/n say? she has been bamboozled totally and utterly.

neither of them can get a word in to save their lives, because the ground starts shaking again, starting up another earthquake. y/n falls to the ground helplessly, and eddie falls right after her, reaching for her hand. he might have dropped a complete bombshell on her just, and is still waiting for a response, and she might not want him near her now or later or ever, but he has to make sure she’s at least on a support system throughout this earthquake. “here we go again!” eddie whines as he pulls y/n into his arms, her back against his chest. she holds onto his hands, but faintly. then she nearly pulls away completely.

“i’m gonna be sick,” she exclaims awkwardly, holding her stomach, as she gets up on her shaking legs, on the shaky ground, and makes away from eddie, heading towards a near-by tree. eddie worries, shoots an anxious look towards steve, who’s a few feet behind them, also on the vine-covered ground, holding onto his flashlight for dear life, clear signs of struggle on his face. he nods at eddie, as he knows what he’s thinking. eddie just shakes his head, closing his eyes.

he tries his best to get up while he still wobbles and everything around him is rattling and shaking, and he follows y/n. after he takes a few steps, the earth settles and the earthquake slowly ends, and he makes an exhale of relief. his ears aren’t filled with the horridly loud noise of the earthquake anymore, but he does hear the sound of retching. that must be poor y/n, puking out her insides and whatever it was she ate last. eddie frowns, waits for it to end, and approaches her around the vine-wrapped tree.

he hears her spitting, and then she’s steadying herself against the tree, her back somewhat straight. she notices eddie two feet away from her, and he sees her face is exhausted, pale, nearly green. poor thing. “well,” she starts to say in a breathy voice, “i guess my nausea got worse.” y/n admits, and tries to make a smile. it barely works, and it makes eddie laugh. full-on laugh, with his hand on his stomach. y/n wipes the corner of her mouth and her chin with the sleeve of her jacket, wrapped and tied around her waist. ugh, the thought of there being sick on her skin, on her clothes—which there definitely is—nearly makes her sick to her stomach again.

“you alright to walk?” he asks and glances around at their team-mates. they’re just getting ready to get up themselves now. eddie looks back at y/n.

“i’m good,” she answers with a nod of her head, “looks like i really needed to empty my stomach to function normally, but uh... can we stay here? for just a moment longer?” y/n requests. eddie raises his eyebrows and gives her a nod.

“sure,” he says, and now that the conversation of her nausea and the earthquake has dissipated, he feels the awkward silence of their conversation before enter the atmosphere again. he awkwardly looks around as y/n still heaves with heavy breaths.

“that’s quite a bombshell to drop in another dimension, in the midst of the world ending,” y/n tells him, referencing his previous confession, “i, uh, actually thought you liked someone else all this time. didn’t know who, but... i had a feeling.” she breathes out deeply. “how long have you known?” y/n asks him, their eyes finally connecting again.

eddie purses his lips and then huffs. “well, since, uh... sophomore year, i guess?”

“so since we both hit puberty,” y/n clarifies, and eddie nods, though he is slightly ashamed to, “me first, though.”

he scoffs. “obviously,” he says, “i was seventeen, and you were, well... you were just a dream. i told you that every chance i got, thinking it’s gonna go somewhere, but clearly, it never did.” eddie admits.

now y/n makes an amused scoff. “i wanted it to go somewhere, too, but,” she shrugs, “i always thought it was just you, you know, complimenting me because you’d done that countless times before. you did all the time, actually,” she tells him, “never thought there was something more behind it. i never would have thought you, eddie munson, my drop-dead-gorgeous metal-head, nerd best friend would have the same feelings i had—have for you.” she admits and shakes her head subtly. that catches eddie off-guard completely. scratch the fact that he just admitted him being in love with her, this... this is something else.

promising results.

“didn’t wanna appear as delusional or, uh—or greedy for something i clearly couldn’t get,” y/n continues, “i mean, you’re just way out of my league. always have been.”

eddie steps closer to her, his breath stuck in his throat—he’s not sure he’s breathing right now, but it’s not exactly what he’s focusing on right now, either—and he looks dead into her eyes. “no, you’re out of my league.” he argues to her, and now y/n straightens her back and stretches her muscles with an easy laugh.

“no, you are,” she argues back, “two can play at this game, munson, and we both know i’ll—”

“can i kiss you right now?” eddie interrupts her characteristic snap-back at him, catching her off-guard now. he’s sure she’s never been more beautiful, more herself to him than she is now. she’s the hottest girl in school, has the best personality—also deemed one of a pirate—, is eddie’s best friend in the entire world, challenges him on the daily and has the same feelings for him as he does for her? out of this world (that’s where they are right now, though). unbelievable. unreal.

he’s been waiting for the chance to ask her that, he’s been waiting to kiss her since forever, and there isn’t a more perfect moment than now. y/n has wanted the same thing for years, as well—they’re both in quite the same boat—she’s wanted eddie to just take her face in his hands and kiss her until they both suffocate since she can remember. but she’ll disagree with him about that best moment aspect of this whole thing. “eddie, i literally just threw up,” she says in a coarse voice, “my breath stinks and i’m covered in sick.” y/n tells him, looking him back dead in the eyes. “i don’t think you’re gonna want to kiss me right now.” she says with a shake of her head, and a gentle smirk playing at her lips. eddie narrows his eyes at her.

“you don’t know what i think,” he says with a slight shake of his head, keeping his eyes narrowed at her, “can i level with you?” he asks her, and y/n gives him a nod. their faces are close as ever, sure, they’ve been that close before, but never in this context, “we’re in an alternate dimension, where monsters powerful enough to break into people’s psyche rule with their miles-long vines crawling all around. we’re about to go to nancy wheeler’s house to get guns she’s hiding in her bedroom,” eddie says, getting ever so closer to y/n with nearly each word he speaks, “to kill that very monster. there’s earthquakes left and right, and probably monsters, too—who knows? we might get attacked any next second,” eddie’s voice gets lower and huskier as he talks, and y/n can’t help but admit that it’s making her lower belly tickle. not with nausea this time, though, thankfully. with something much more pleasant, “now i’ve just told you i’ve been in love with you since i was seventeen, and you’ve told me you have those exact same feelings. but now you’re telling me i won’t want to kiss you? just because you’ve thrown up?” y/n has to admit he’s made a point. “come on, sweetheart. not the worst thing i’ve seen you do in all our years of friendship.”

y/n can name a few memories he’s referencing with that already, and she blushes while a giggle escapes her lips. “stop,” she simply says, looking away from his strong, captivating eyes.

“point is, don’t tell me what i want or don’t want to do,” eddie continues and moves even closer to her, “another point is, this might be our last conversation ever,” he says and looks down at her as he stretches his back again, y/n looking up at him with a grin slowly stretching her lips, “so just stand on those tippy-toes of yours and let me kiss you, ‘kay?” eddie’s already moving a hand into her hair, about to cradle the back of her head as he requests this one sacred thing from her. he might die, she might die—they both might die any next moment. and he doesn’t want to go without having kissed her, ever. his whole life would be wasted then. “please,” eddie breathes a whisper. his big, doe eyes hold that plea in them, as well. she’s never been able to resist them. well, with great discipline, but only sometimes.

and to his much pleasant surprise, y/n nods without a word uttered, and does as he’s so sweetly requested of her. she stands on her tippy-toes, grips eddie’s shoulder for support and stability—both of them uttering breathy giggles at that little intermission—and leans her face even higher up, closer to his, their lips now just an inch apart—

“hey, lovebirds! we got a monster to kill, wrap it up!” a very annoying call from the hair king himself disrupts y/n and eddie’s enviable moment of intimacy. they both shut their eyes and huff out deeply. then they laugh, because they did both of those things in complete unison, and it just shows how close they are. y/n’s head rests momentarily on eddie’s chest, and she still holds onto his shoulders as the both of them look at steve past their closest tree. he’s gesturing for them to come quick, and the pair shake their heads.

“always with the great fucking timing,” eddie mumbles under his breath, and rolls his eyes at steve. and though they might not have yet had their first kiss, eddie makes sure to hold y/n’s hand in his, or to have an arm around her shoulders as some level of visual affection between them. if there’s really no time, then there really is no time. nevertheless, even if the both of them are in hell, eddie will fight every monster it takes to hold y/n to him again and forever. he’ll always fight hell to get to kiss her. he’ll fight hell to hold her.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things 4 #stranger things one-shot #har-rison-s writes

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charkyzombicorn · 6 months

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is Sun's Personality still going on?

also, one piece but with mechs for an idea if you want to do something new to do

I take input for any of my aus at any time (except rn because my inbox got unruly so it's down for a few days) but I tend to have phases where I post a lot abt one au before forgetting abt it for a while, so short answer: yes SP au is still a thing I just haven't been thinking of new content

Also: ONE PIECE MECHS??????

That would be so cool-- okay

I haven't seen anything mech-related so I'm not really basing anything off a specific show BUT

Luffy's has a monkey-theme

I might roll this into a scifi au prompt actually

Okay WORLD BUILDING >:3

It's like 2319 or smth, human population is almost all living on ships because earth is essentially a mandated 'No-Poach Zone', been like that maybe 5 or 6 generations, and kinda like an exaggerated version of what happens to astronauts, humans bones are more spread out and thinner because there's less gravity. But scientists still needed to check on earth - make sure the scars left by humans aren't affecting the earth too too badly, make sure the planet will still be habitable if need-be. Their solution? MECHS. Large enough to properly depressurize the person inside, precise enough to sample a single pine needle from a tree, a modern scientist's solution to not getting their organs crushed like a tin can. Sadly, the army heard 'science equipment' and heard 'upgrade', and then tech companies heard 'profit' and suddenly anyone with enough money can buy a clunky old bot and explore one of the planets that the human race is starting to terraform, or one of the ones they couldn't. Of course, humans did what humans do. Now there's always a nut job who sold their house for a nice mech, police patrol in shiny metal muscle, underground mech fights kill at least 100 people a day, people use their mechs to get to other ships illegally, if you don't have a mech you're nobody.

Luffy was born in a small colony, a small ship branched off a much larger one, a few hundred people, almost never any strangers. Most of them spent their whole lives on the small branch. But Luffy wanted more. Garp offered it to him, when he visited in his shiny silver mech. Luffy didn't want that, either. Then his colony was invaded by pirates. Pirates were an epidemic, ever since mechs entered the market, but even more after a man named Gold Roger claimed he'd found a paradise planet with everything anyone could want. Shanks mentioned him, a few times. He also told Luffy about the galaxy waiting for him, and Luffy would have done anything to have Shanks take him with him. Tried to, but then some thugs with a mech they fixed themself tried to test it on him after he failed to punch their boss, and Shanks lost an arm getting him out of the blast. And he told Garp he wanted to be a pirate, so Garp dragged him to earth kicking and screaming, ignoring pressure change warnings even when Luffy's eyes started bleeding and his leg broke under his own weight. Garp could stand it, so Luffy had to.

Luffy was taken to a group of "earth poachers", people who hid so they wouldn't be forced into ships. People who were raised with 9.8 newtons of force on their backs that could breathe the air and stand up straight without any mechs at all. Garp introduced Luffy to a boy a bit older than him and said they were brothers. The boy did not seem pleased

#one piece #Uhhh au name #Also I have so many more ideas for this #Gum gum mecha au #Curly says so

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birdclowns · 7 months

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get to know your fanfic writer

thank you for the tags @inflarescent && @bonheur-cafe <33 mwah

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

july 22nd of this year<3 i hadn't written anything for fun since english class in high school / essays in college lmao

First character(s) you wrote for:

i wrote pjo and supernatural fics in high school LMAO. specifically did an mcu x spn crossover and i wish i could find the entire fic, because its WILD. the drama, the angst. the bad writing.

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

TK and Carlos! i think they're so fun and i love to make them suffer<3

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

I want to do more TNT trio. i love their dynamic SO MUCH. and paul, carlos and tk. the queer men of the 126 beloved

ALSO. criminal minds. i really need more hotchreid fics in my life. unsub!hotchner i am fucking coming for you [a threat]

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

911 lone star! no other fandoms hit quite as much as ls rn

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

nancy and tk beloved. there's a scene in the kidnapped fic (your gentle hands are covered with the blood of anothers) with marjan. tk and nancy and they make my heart so full. him and his girls

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

tarlos <33333

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, tk strand needs a hug

Your current platform where you post your works:

ao3, with snippets floating around tumblr.

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

little ch1 sneak peak before it posts next week>:^)

Denton looks down at the photos, rubbing a finger gently down the side of the latest victim’s face – it’s the last picture he had posted to his Instagram, weeks ago. Jonathan is smiling wide, unaware of what fate had in store for him. It’s sad, seeing the life in his eyes and knowing that that would be the last picture of him alive, the last picture of him in one piece. Carlos resists the shudder that runs through him.

“If I play with them, detective, they’re my toys.” He looks up at Carlos through his pale eyelashes, before back down at Johnathan’s smiling face with a pout. “I made him scream, he wanted to play so badly. Unfortunate we couldn’t finish the game and I was having so much fun.”

“Finish the game. Tell me where he is.” Carlos slaps his hands down, standing abruptly, the chair falling to the ground behind him with a loud clatter that echoes. “I’m not fucking playing, Miller.” He pulls the folder back, shaking off Denton’s hand when he tries to grip on to it and slamming it shut. “Where is the body?”

Denton’s eyes trace the expanse of Carlos’ body that is no longer hidden behind the table, dragging their way up to make eye contact. His smile is soft, hand reaching up to hook a finger around Carlos’ necklace, batting the crucifix back and forth with his thumb. “Are you not having fun?”

im sure everyone has done it but uhhhh; @mooshkat @thebumblecee @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm && you! if you havent done it yet !!

#jasper writes #meet the fanfic writer #911 lone star #fic; your gentle hands are covered in the blood of anothers

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quarantineddreamer · 3 days

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Posting a snippet from the winner of the badly-summarized WIP game!

Winner was: "beep beep. get in, bitch we're going strangers to roadtrip buddies to lovers 🚘"

As soon as Jyn was certain Cassian was capable of operating a manual and driving on the left side of the road at the same time with a reasonable level of competency, she tore her eyes from the road and pulled out her phone.

Jyn: So…remember how my flight got canceled?

Not a minute later her phone buzzed against her thigh, Cassian briefly looked in her direction at the sound–it may as well have been a scream in the silent car–but made no comment.

Bodhi: No trains, no buses, yeah I remember. Did you manage to find a car?

Jyn: Sortof

She watched the dots dancing as Bodhi typed, pictured her friend frantically tapping away.

Bodhi: Why are you being vague? Wth does that mean?

Bodhi: What did you do

Bodhi: Call me.

Jyn: Can’t right now

Jyn: But it’s not what you think. I haven’t backed out…

Jyn: I hitched a ride with someone

Bodhi: CALL ME

Jyn: Bodhi relax

Jyn: I’m fine

Her phone started to vibrate in steady repetition in her palm, a picture of her and Bodhi atop Arthur’s seat (taken during his recent visit) glowing up at her. With a twinge of guilt she hit the ‘reject’ button perched just to the left of her friend’s cheesy grin.

“You can get that if you need to,” Cassian commented lightly, eyes still fixed on the road.

“I don’t,” she replied quickly, tilting her screen away from him despite the fact he had made no move to even glance in her direction.

Jyn: I told you I can’t talk rn

Bodhi: Who tf did you get a ride with

Jyn: Bodes. Deep breath.

Jyn: All is well.

Bodhi: See you say that but…

Jyn: I’ll call you when I can

She stared at the screen for a moment longer, ran her thumb over a small crack, and with a sigh continued typing.

Jyn: How is he?

Bodhi typed for longer than he needed to, likely debating what to say.

Bodhi: Just call me when you can.

Jyn locked her phone and set it face down in her lap.

But it gave another insistent hum.

Bodhi: Also share your location with me

Bodhi: And a pic of whoever ur with

Bodhi: So I know who to hunt down if you disappear

Shaking her head and huffing a soft laugh she did as he asked and shared her location.

Bodhi: Thx

Bodhi: Pic?

Jyn: Not happening

Bodhi: JYN

Bodhi: Don’t make me blow up your phone rn

Bodhi: I’ll do it

Bodhi: You know I will

Bodhi: Watch me

Bodhi: Isn’t this annoying??

Bodhi: Hello

Bodhi: I

Bodhi: am

Bodhi: Waiting

Bodhi: :)

The three dots appeared again, unapologetic and unrelenting.

Jyn: For the love of god stop. fine.

Jyn: one sec

Fuck. She looked over at Cassian, face flashing in and out of gold and shadow as they passed under neighborhood street lamps, winding their way to the motorway. For some reason the sight made her stomach give a nervous flip. “God damn it.”

“What?”

Apparently she was beginning to lose her filter–because this wasn’t awkward enough as it was. “I didn’t say anything,” she lied, turning swiftly towards the window to study the houses they passed by. Their quaint windows–just beginning to show signs of life as the earliest morning workers stirred and started their day–revealed no solutions.

Her phone began to vibrate incessantly again.

“Are you sure you don’t need to get that?” Cassian asked, this time throwing her a quick glance.

Jyn wiped clammy palms against the knees of her jeans and resigned herself to her fate. (Bodhi could be nearly as stubborn as her when he wanted to be, it was best just to appease him and get it over with before things got any more humiliating.)

“It’s my friend,” she explained. “He’s asking for a photo of you.”

“In case I’m an ax-murderer?”

“Not comforting that came so easily to you,” she quipped, “but, yeah, pretty much.”

“Makes sense.” Cassian appeared decidedly unbothered as he leaned over the steering wheel, craning to see around a blind corner before making his turn. “Go ahead, I don’t mind.”The car swung wide, and Jyn swallowed her embarrassment, raising her phone to quickly snap a pic. Without bothering to check her recent messages she fired it off to Bodhi with the caption “Happy now?”

#b writes #WIP #rebelcaptain WIP #roadtrip au

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piratesfromspace · 2 years

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Hey, I'm pretty obsessed with Arondir rn, and your content about him is just so goooddd 🤧 Would you consider writing something smutty with him and human!AFAB!reader that is found wounded in the forest, he takes care of her and after they make sweettt love oh god 🤧 Thank you, you rock, babe!

Thank so much for your ask babe! Hurt/comfort stuff like this are right up my alley and I got ✨inspired✨, so here have a little drabble about your prompt!

Arondir x human!Reader Word count: 1.1k // Rated: Explicit

CW: hurt/comfort, injuries & blood, soft smut Reader is a she, with no distinctive features, although this is the same Reader from my fic A New Path (you don't need to read it to understand)

MASTERLIST // Arondir headcanons

gif by @ringsofpowersource

All you can remember is the sheer terror and the searing pain of the blade sinking into your forearm. You tried to defend yourself, but there were too many. Brigands. Soldiers from whatever big town's militia gone rogue. There were reports of attacks and thievery on isolated farms, and small hamlets for months now. You thought your village was too big to be a target. You were wrong.

You tried to hide in the kitchen of your inn, until one of them found you. A dagger was drawn, you took a heavy slash to the arm, you managed to run for the back door though. And you’ve never stopped running since then.

The freezing air feels like a thousand needles inside your lungs. How long have you been running into the woods? Every muscle hurts. You’re still losing blood from the wound on your arm. The good news is you can barely hear the screams of the villagers and the grinding of steel blades against steel blades anymore. Adrenaline is slowly leaving your system, leaving you drained.

Small branches and high ferns catch in your dress and your hair. The woods get darker, the vegetation more dense with every step. Mossy stones and mud make for slippery terrain. Too slippery. There is no scream of surprise when you fall, it all happens so fast. You can’t catch your balance in time, can’t cushion your fall with your wounded arm and when your head hits the ground, everything fades to red then black.

****

Arondir can clearly see the traces of your steps on the damp ground, you ran through the forest without caring to cover your tracks. He runs as well because he doesn't know how badly wounded you are. The blood smeared on a tree trunk along your escape route made it clear you had been hurt. And to his surprise, the realization made a cold kind of shiver uncomfortably snakes along his nape, his jaw clenched. It never happened to him before. He stays cool and collected, even in the heart of battles, even in the face of danger. He’s not emotional like this, anger and fear are not things he feels often. Yet here he is. Going alone after this girl he met only once, and leaving the rest of his company to drive out the bandits from the village and look for survivors.

He finally finds you. You’re on the ground, unconscious. The only thing that prevents him from falling on his knees here and there is the faint sound of your heartbeat. Your beige dress is stained in mud and blood. A small wound weeps red on the side of your face, and your hair is splayed in the dirt. You’re cold to the touch, your skin wet with sweat and the light rain that started falling. Something hurtful clenches in Arondir’s chest. It’s easy to forget humans are such fragile creatures when he’s in the company of his fellow elves. He knows his companions won’t understand, but he carefully lifts you up in his arms and heads for the watchtower.

***

You regain consciousness a couple of times while in the arms of Arondir. You try to call his name, but your voice sounds weird, distorted, everything is blurry around you. Darkness calls you again, and when you fully wake up, you can tell some time has passed. The faint light of dawn spills from the window, matching the soft glow from the intricate fireplace on the other side of the room. The bed you’re laying on is way too comfy to be yours, the soft sheets a blessing against your sensitive skin. That’s when you fully realize you’re in a place you don’t know, and your dress is nowhere to be seen. Everything comes back to you in an instant, the attack, the escape, the fall. Someone saved you. Someone you know.

“Arondir…”

Your wishful whisper is met by his arrival in the room, as if by magic. He runs to your side, his hands cradling your face with his usual tenderness.

“My lady… you’re safe now, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t… before… I-I ”

He’s looking for your eyes, and you can see relief, and also guilt. He’s lost at words and you’ve never seen so many emotions so clearly on his face.

“Arondir” you call his name again, with more intent this time, and you bring him down until his lips find yours.

***

“Arondir… don’t… don’t stop”

He saw his hips at the same lazy pace he’s been going for a while, filling you up to the brim every time. He’s holding your waist with one powerful hand, your legs up on his shoulders, while his other hand has gone past your damp curls to rub at your clit with a precise and deadly rhythm. He’s punching into something devastating inside of you with each thrust of his girthy cock, the pleasure merging with the blissful feeling of what his fingers are doing to the most sensitive part of you. You’re drenched, with your own wetness, and with sweat, the sheets are sticking to your back, while Arondir is not even out of breath.

You know elves last longer and don’t suffer from physical exertion, be it on the battlefield or in other types of demanding activities, but it’s always different to experiment it first hand. He has already made you come enough times you stopped counting. It’s like he’s trying to make amends, trying to make you forget the pain of your wounds with pure pleasure, trying to erase your past terror with new lustful memories. You had asked him to sleep with you - only sleep - but when he had pressed his body against yours, only wearing a thin shirt while you were naked, all sleepiness had evaded you.

With one more slow and powerful snap of his hips, you come, your cunt desperately clenching on his thick cock until he stops, buried to the hilt inside you. He gently lowers himself, your legs still on his shoulders, so you’re folded in half by the time his chest is almost flush with yours. He rests his weight on his forearms, his hands on your neck and in your hair. The position is incredibly intimate, you’re both so close, even closer when he seals his lips over yours, kissing you with a tenderness tainted by desperation. You feel so small, so frail, gathered like this in his embrace. So exposed also, you legs open on the raw wet mess of your sex, still so full with him.

“You’re safe…” he murmurs, “I’m here” he adds with other words you can’t understand even though his velvety voice makes them sound full of adoration. He starts moving again, and you realize with awe that the dull pain of your injuries is a memory from the past, replaced with nothing but the sobs of pleasure Arondir happily drinks from your lips.

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ANIMANIACS SEASON 3 SPOILERS

Okay so I am violent and I want to talk about this so badly.

First of all. The very homoerotic tension between the mice has increased. But it's still just tension. They need to be gay married rn or I will go feral.

Also Wakko FINALLY said "Faboo" again, I freaked out I was so excited I screamed. I was rooting on a song from him, but that faboo is good enough I was so happy.

I loved Pinky's insanity in the door episode, I was hoping for Pinky insanity and I got it. It wasn't much but I loved it anyway.

I loved that Dot's poetry was mentioned, I wanted her to actually have a poem but a mention is good too.

I'm glad we got a slappy cameo, even if it was a short one! I also spotted the good feathers and chicken boo too!

I loved Pinky's outfits, they were fantastic. I loved how Pinky obviously loves Brain, but brain is too walled over to admit he loves Pinky too. I liked the little moments of acceptance though, I liked how brain helped pinky calm down in the car.

ALSO EGWIND. EGWIND ALWAYS GETS THE SHORT END OF THE STICK I WANT A SEQUEL THATS JUST EGWIND AND LARRY IN A SITCOM./j

That hamster boar haron boy thing had me audibly screaming no at the screen as soon as "hamster" was slapped onto the wall. I was so happy they didn't bring back snowball but that hamster bit made me so scared.

The dog one. The dog one off skit. I loved it. I loved murder pals.

I loved how Dot canonically has 2 pet spiders named after famous people. I love how they all have their own hobbies and such but they still do things together. I really liked the car one because it showed the lives of the Warner's and what they do when they're not together, dot takes care of her spiders, Yakko does yodelling??? And Wakko is in a hot dog eating competition, because obviously.

I am so happy pinky said "I love you" to brain. Brain didn't respond and pinky said it so casually that it seemed like a normal thing. I am so happy.

Pinky stressed??? Love that. I love that he is stressed he's just like me fr fr. If I'm stressed he needs to be stressed.

I will add more but brain not working.

#distressed ghost posts #animaniacs spoilers

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