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bandgie · 2 days

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In Pixie Dust We Trust

synopsis: You're content with being Chris's best friend for all eternity. It doesn't matter how big your heart is, you're small where it matters most. That's what you think at least.

warnings: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, microphilia (reader is 7-10in/17-25cm), pussy eating, boobie sucking, reader used as a fleshlight (non-penetrative), cum eating (m!), jerking off, little bit of jealously in the beginning, does this count as monsterfucking? idk

notes: man, I did like 3 different rough drafts on this and said fuck it. ALSO?? I guess grammarly has limited help options now? fucking assholes

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It would be impossible for Chris to hear you cheering for him amongst the dozens of shouting people, but you scream anyway.

“Go Chris!” You cup your hands around your mouth for extra volume, “Go, go, go!”

Mythics alike cheer for their representative species. Sirens, vampryes, lycans, and many more creatures roar for a winner. Despite the overwhelming number of Mythics, humans fill up a good portion of the audience to spur on Chris. He’s the only mortal in the swim meet, one of the rare humans to be able to compete against creatures like yourself.

Truthfully, you’re not too aware of the rules when it comes to swimming. Something about a certain amount of meters, certain strokes, and when you’re supposed to come up for air. The explanations went right over your head when Chris told them to you, but that doesn’t stop you from screaming your little lungs out.

“Jeez,” Felix rubs his ear. “Who would’ve thought a little pixie like you could scream so loud.”

You give him an apologetic smile. “Sorry!” You decide it’s better to find a better sitting spot. Felix’s shoulder is always your go-to seat, but you don’t want to burst his eardrums from your screams. Your wings flutter rapidly, raising you high until you plop on his blonde hair.

At least you didn’t have to pay for a seat. Being the mere size of a hand, you can easily sit on someone instead.

You lean to one side of Felix’s head, “This better?” He nods, making your grip on his hair so you don’t slip off. “Yeah. You can cheer for your human boyfriend all you want now.” Felix’s head lightly shakes as he laughs. A sheep shade of crimson creeps up your neck and you yank on his hair. “Shut up! He’s not my boyfriend!”

You only feel a little bad when Felix whines. He reaches his hand to fight you with the wiggle of his fingers that you slap away while giggling. “Ouch! That hurt.”

“Whatever,” you slap the final finger away. “You deserved it.” Felix scoffs, rolling his eyes though you can’t see. “For what? Saying the truth? I’m a nymph, baby. You can’t hide those feelings from me.”

Now it’s you who rolls their eyes. As much as you would want to argue with Felix, he’s right. You may have the best friend title when it comes to Chris, but you want Chris in a way you know you shouldn't. You want to feel him hold you, have his lips pepper kisses all over your magical body until you can’t breathe. He doesn’t know how much you yearn for him when you sit on his shoulder, your wings bashfully fluttering when he talks low just for you to hear.

It doesn’t do any good for you to think like that. It’s better to blink those thoughts away and keep cheering, pretending you’re perfectly fine with being Chris’s tiny best friend.

But pretending is never easy for a pixie. Having such a small body does nothing to lessen the emotions you feel. Felix is doing everything he can to keep you from flying away and sobbing your heart out. When you two went looking for Chris to congratulate him on placing in the top three, neither of you expected the many female Mythics and humans to praise him.

“Hey! He’s just feeling excited from the race, he’s just super hyped right now.” Felix laughs nervously. “It’s no biggie. They’re just all congratulating him.”

You wish that were true or that you believed it. Instead, you’re frozen at the sight of Chris smiling from whatever they’resaying. One of them goes as far as to whisper in his ear, earning a deep blush from his wet face. Felix panics more. “She just- She said- oh damn.”

It shouldn’t bother you. If anything, you should be happy that Chris is finally getting the attention he deserves. He deserves people supporting him. Someone who can give him a happy, normal-sized relationship even if they aren’thuman. Not a pixie who is barely bigger than the size of his hand.

You blink your tears away, ignoring the ugly lump in your throat as you dejectedly fly next to Felix’s face. “It’s fine. Let’sjust go.” Felix whips his head to you, eyes wide with sincerity. “No! Pixie, we came out here for him. We can at least say hi then leave right after.”

There’s a twinge of hope in his eyes. Felix has been rooting for you since you told him about your unrequited love. Although you would roll your eyes at his support most of the time, it did boost some confidence in you. Now you realize it was all foolish. A stupid dream you should have kept sleeping.

You shake your head, “I can’t face him, Lix. Not when every girl in this damn city is trying to make him their mate. It’snot like he’d notice me leaving anyway.”

“You’re leaving?” Chris’s voice makes you and Felix jump. His hair is flat against his head from the diving cap he was wearing. It drips with water, leaking down his beautiful face to his naked torso. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

It’s only for a brief moment that you’re stunned. You weren’t prepared to see him so quickly. “Y-”

“No,” Felix quickly interrupts you. “She meant when is everyone else gonna leave. It’s so stuffed in here.” Felix looks at you wide-eyed as if to say don’t say anything before looking at Chris. “But dude! Congratulations!”

Chris’s signature dimple appears on his face. He wraps an arm around the nymph’s shoulder and brings him in for a hug.“I totally thought I was gonna get last. Those sirens are fucking fast.”

The embrace doesn’t last too long, not when Chris is eager to hear you praise him.

“Yeah,” you nod. “It was really impressive. I’m so proud of you!” It’s hard for you to do your normal joyful screaming, not when the bashful look he gave the mythic girl still lingers in your mind. You try to wipe the memory from your mind to focus on the mortal winner standing before you. The half-naked mortal winner that is.

“Yeah?” Chris lightens up at your words. His shining eyes warm your heart and your jealousy suddenly feels silly. “Fuck yeah! I knew you were gonna at least place in the top 5. But top 3? That’s Olympic shit right there.”

The flush on Chris’s face says it all. He rubs the back of his neck and giggles, a small squeak emitting from the back of his throat. “I would say thaaat.”

Felix laughs at the two of you, patting Chris on the shoulder. “I saw this Korean restaurant nearby - it looks super good. Minho told me that the chefs are all human. We should go before it gets packed!” The three of you look amongst each other and nod, humming about how hungry Chris must be.

“You can save a spot for us, Felix,” Chris smiles at him. “We’ll be there soon.”

You and Chris wave Felix goodbye. You wait until he’s out of earshot before you ask Chris, “Are we gonna meet up with him later?”

Chris smiles ear to ear. “We are. I was really hoping you’d come back to my place for a surprise.” Excited is the best word to describe him right now. His eyes shine with what you think is mischievousness. You can’t help the butterflies in your stomach. You smile at him back, “Now? Dressed like that?”

“Oh shit.” Chris suddenly becomes aware of his nude attire, save for the tight speedo. “Let me change first, then we’ll to mine.”

The naughty look on his face wasn’t for nothing. Chris didn’t necessarily plan to have you like this; nude and whimpering, but he isn’t complaining either. His intentions were pure, really. He had set up his apartment all sweet, miniature roses that could easily fit in your palms as he asked you to be his lover.

You thought of everything wrong at first. How strange it might look for your dainty self to be involved with a human. For him to practically live in the waters while you stay in the sky. Different, too different to work you said. You couldn’t help but think of all the other Mythics flocking to him; ones that he could benefit from and most importantly, ones that he can properly love.

Yet, all your worries were washed away in his eyes, full of love and compassion. He would love you because you’re you, no matter what size.

Now you’re thinking there won’t be enough time to meet Felix at that restaurant he’s been revving about when Chris’stongue ravages your body. Kissing him felt weird enough, your lips barely able to lock with his bottom one. But having him lick and suck on every part of your body easily took the cake.

Chris is holding you gently in his palm, your wings tightly tucked into your back so he doesn’t accidentally get them wet. The tip of his tongue dips down into your cunt before it swipes up to your breasts. You can tell he’s trying to be romantic about it, but there’s nothing soft in the way he suckles on your tits, how his saliva drips down the curve of your mounds onto his palm.

“Shit,” you moan when Chris finds your sweet, tiny pussy again. “You’re getting me so wet.” In response, Chris pulls away. You whine at the loss of contact. Your body shivers in his hold from the lack of his hot mouth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” But he doesn't look apologetic at all. Not when he’s looking at you as if he might take a bite. Not when he licks his lips at the sight of your body spread out in his palm, twitching and soaking.

You reach a small hand up and grab the tip of his nose, earning a giggle from his pretty lips. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you push yourself up with an elbow to nuzzle against his face. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” the tips of his ears burn redder. “I like it too.”

The two of you share a laugh before you sprawl yourself back in his hold, opening your legs so his large tongue touches you where you need him most. Chris obediently nuzzles his tongue onto your cunt, flicking it upwards. Your hips chase the feeling, arching and twisting until he has to restrain you.

“Nooo,” you gently whine when he uses his fingers to pin your hands above your head. “Wanna feel it.”

Chris smiles, directing you to flatten your feet, spread your thighs, and arch until your back is completely lifted from his palm. It’s a weird position, but you wiggle in excitement when he leans his head down. “You will, baby,” he reassures.“Just gotta listen to me for a little, okay?”

You nod, forcing yourself still when you feel the familiar muscle on your core. It’s nearly similar to when you had the freedom to move, but there’s an extra layer of pleasure from being held back. For his tongue lick up and down, reaching up high to your stomach down to your ass. Chris doesn’t have to add much pressure, not when his tongue is half the size of your entire self.

The first taste of your orgasm builds when he swipes his tongue side to side. It moves your vulva perfectly, not focusing so much on your sensitive nub. Your hands grip his fingertips and you moan. “Channie…i’mma cum.”

He hums against your body, acknowledging your impending orgasm. Chris is too busy trying to get you on his taste buds. It’s more of a hint than a flavor of your pussy. If only Chris could drown in it. To feel these small thighs wrap around his head and yank him closer until all he can sense is you. But having your boobs and pussy in his mouth nearly at the same time is a huge win for him regardless.

Your walls clench, a clear sign that you only have mere seconds before you cum. Maybe you could ask Chris to put justthe tip of his pinky finger in. It would stretch you so much, so good. If you can’t take his cock, you’ll take the next best thing.

“In,” you mewl. “Want it in me.”

Chris raises an eyebrow at you, clearly confused by what you mean. He can’t put anything in you, he doesn’t even want to think about it. He shakes his head with your pussy in his mouth, back to focusing on the task at hand.

“Channie!” You nearly scream his name. “Please! I’ve been good. I’ve been so good! Just the tip of your finger and-”

He sucks hard, making your entire body move from the suction. You wail, digging the back of your head further into his palm. He sucks and licks, obviously trying to get your mind off of being filled and instead finishing on his tongue. It works because all you can think about is flooding Chris’s mouth with your juices. You think about how good it’s going to feel to have his big tongue on you, licking you up.

You dig your nails into his fingers and tense. Chris places the tip of his tongue perfectly on your clit and you finally cum.

He holds you while you shake. Chris can feel the trembling of your body, he can taste the essence of your orgasm, and he can hear your pretty little moans as you tip over. He can’t help but giggle at how your little hips roughly rock against his tongue. Deciding to give you a different sensation, Chris puts his tongue back in his mouth and puckers his lips instead. The plushness is the best way to ride out your high, gentle and soft.

You collapse in his hands when you come down. You can only whimper when he carefully nuzzles your body against his face affectionately. Chris peppers kisses on your body, from the top of your head to the soaked place between your thighs. It helps get you refocused by grounding yourself from his touch. You return his kisses, placing your hands on either side of his cheek and feeling his mouth against yours.

It feels like he’s trying to swallow you or maybe not trying to. You can’t really tell, but you don’t really mind. All you care about is how he whimpers against your lips, making you concerned about his state.

You pull from his lips and adjust in his hands until you’re sitting. “It hurts. Doesn't it, Channie?” You don’t need to specify what you’re talking about. Not when you can see the need in his eyes, the pout in his lips. Chris nods, almost ashamed.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says. “I dunno what to do about it.”

He looks so dejected, so lost. Your wings untuck from your back and flutter until you’re lifted in the air. Chris’s eyes drop to your breasts as if he wasn’t just drooling on them minutes ago. You snap your fingers until he looks into your eyes. “I know what to do. Why don’t you sit down for me and let me take care of you now.”

You can tell he’s hesitant. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t know how he wants to. Chris easilylistens to your instructions; how you want him stripped from the lower half, sitting on the couch with his legs sprawled open so his hard, leaky cock is pretty on display.

Chris looks nervous, you can tell by how he grabs a nearby pillow and hugs it to his chest. “Are you sure, baby? I don’twant you to hurt yourself.”

How endearing your lover is. Willing to sacrifice his pleasure for your comfort.

You fly to his lap and rest on a meaty thigh. “You don’t gotta worry your pretty little head about nothing, Channie.” You reach out a hand to rub it against his cock. “I can handle it.”

Before he can say anything else, you quickly find your place on his shaft with your back facing him. You gasp at the warmth, the thickness of his cock between your legs. Your body is already wet from your orgasm, so it’s easy to gently slide against him. The veins from his cock seem huge this closeup and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body when your clit goes over one.

“You’re so big Channie,” you hum, looking back. “Almost as big as me.”

Chris giggles shyly, adjusting in his seat so he slightly slouches against the cushions. You turn back to face his tip and place your little hands on his dick to balance yourself. A whine leaves Chris’s throat when you grind against him higher. Your hands reach out to play with his tip, swirling around the sensitive flesh and having your fingers rub against his slit.

His hips thrust up and you let out a surprised squeal.

“S-shit, sorry,” he moans. “I didn’t mean to.” Chris is being so careful not to have you slip off, but it’s nearly impossible for him to keep still. Not when he can see your entire body jerking him off, your little ass humping his cock so nicely. He especially loves the wet trail that you leave behind with every grind.

You laugh, “It’s okay. Just means you’re feeling good.”

Since you’re just slightly bigger than his length, you decide it would be better to lay completely flat on his cock and slide yourself that way. It’s silly though, humping his dick in a way that reminds you of the nights you spent on your tiny bed touching yourself at the thought of Chris. Now, you’re able to put all that practice to good use.

With your legs wrapped around the base, you find it much easier to slide yourself. To go at a speed that has Chris moaning and fisting his hands into the sofa. Your tongue lolls from your mouth as you moan with him, effectively adding moisture that makes everything wetter.

“Baby! Baby, baby, you’re gonna make me cum just like that.” Chris pants. One of his hands shoots down below his cock, tugging his balls to help get him closer. You tilt your head to look down at the sight, whimpering at how he holds and rubs his sack.

It makes you go faster. You practically squeeze his cock with your limbs almost painfully. Chris only finds pleasure in your hold though. Without thinking, Chris wraps his other hand around his cock and you. Your wings immediately find cover behind your back so they don’t get damaged. The hand around you tightens slightly.

“You want me to use you, hm?” Chris carefully drags you up and down his length. “Be my little cocksleeve, is that it?” You can’t even be a fleshlight to him, but you can be useful. it’s near impossible to nod with how he’s holding you, but you let out a breathy yes. Your arms are locked at your sides from his grip, legs open and limp so he has more access to use you how he wants.

You underestimated how slippery you would get. How his precum would leak onto your hair and face. A part of you thought it would be uncomfortable being pressed up against his cock like this, but all you can feel is how warm he is. It feels good to have him use your body like this, having your clit brush against his girth.

Chris isn’t as careful this time, not that you mind anyway. He grunts with every drag, squeezing your body tighter until you whimper. You feel his cock twitch under you and your cunt clenches in response.

“Fuckin’ shit,” he grunts. “Wrapped around my cock so tight.”

You whimper. There isn’t a chance that you would be able to cum again. Your cunt is roughly pressed against his dick to get any real friction, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling any pleasure. “You’re using me so good, Channie. You gonna cum on me too?”

There isn’t a need for Chris’s confirmation. Not when the hot spurt of his release spews from his cock. You can’t see how far it shoots up, how it lands up to his thighs and leaks onto his hand. The only ounce of cum you get is on the top of your hair, a sticky, warm glob of white.

Chris releases you quickly, letting you get the proper chance to breathe and rest on his pulsing cock.

It doesn’t last long, not when two hands carefully lift you and bring you close to Chris’s face. His neck is a deep shade of red. The blood rushes to his face to give off a pink hue. Even the tips of his ears burn with the same color. As fucked out as he looks, he still has the energy to give you an endearing smile.

Your lips twist shyly, “Why are you looking at me like that? You know I’m completely covered in your cum, right?” But Chris only leans in and uses his nose to nuzzle against your face.

“Mhm. My very own pixie dust.”

#smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #skz bangchan #skz bang chan #bangchan fic #christopher bang #bang chan smut #chris skz #chan smut #skz chan smut #bang chan

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butters-flower-mom · 4 months

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Torn between feeling like Butters should be allowed to have a death note as a treat but realizing once he gleefully jots down the names of everyone who has ever wronged him he'd be wracked with guilt and trauma upon finding out the thing actually works.

#''but what about all the people he'd murder?''#sucks to be them but they shouldn't have hurt my baby #this also gives me the mental image of kira butters and ryuk cartman #would kenny be l? it fits with mysterion #pepper can be misa only butters doesn't use her #why am i making a whole ass death note au in the tags?#south park #my chaotic sonshine #lotus talks to herself

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shivroygirls · 1 year

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can i just say something? at this party here there are maybe 40 of the most important people in america and you have just walked all around, all evening, telling them all that i'm gonna get fired. no, it was implied, lightly, as a little... god! part of a tactical kind of joke. will you explain to me, the joke? because i don't get the fucking joke. MY GOD, TOM! i don't get the joke, i don't get the joke. it was something that he said, that isn't true, that we needed to say. but you stood by his side, and he said it, and you were like "okay, well, that sounds good to me." fuck's sake, i'm not doing this right now. you know i'm in serious trouble, that was a play. you will be okay because you are a tough fucking bitch who will always survive because you do what you need, you will do what — are you even listening? i will be okay? — you will do whatever you need. yeah? really? yeah, you sure you're not projecting, because that is actually you. should we have a real conversation? with a scorpion? no. that was a friendly thing. that was a friendly thing. yeah. sure. real friendly. yeah, no, i'm a scorpion, you're a hyena, you're a... you're a street rat. actually, no, you're a fucking snake. "here's a dead snake to wear as a necktie, tom", "why aren't you laughing?" (pause) i wonder if we shouldn't clear the air. yeah? yeah. sure. i think you can be a very selfish person and i think you find it very hard to think about me — what the fuck? — and i think you shouldn't have even married me, actually. what the fuck? what the ACTUAL fuck? you proposed to me. you proposed at my lowest fucking ebb. my dad was dying, what was i supposed to say? perhaps "no"? i didn't want to hurt your feelings. thanks! thanks for that! yeah, you really kept me safe while you ran off to fuck the phone book. fuck off. you're hick — and then, and then.. — conservative hick — you hid it, you hid it because you were so scared of how fucking awful you are. you were only with me to get to power. you got it now, tom, you've got it! I'M WITH YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! bullshit, you're fucking me for my DNA, you were fucking me for a fucking ladder because your whole family is striving and parochial. that's not... thats not a fair characterization. no? well, your mom loves me more than she loves you, because she's cracked. you want to... you want to actually clear the air? fine. you betrayed me. YOU WERE GOING TO SEE ME SENT TO FUCKING PRISON, SHIV! AND THEN YOU FOBBED ME OFF WITH THAT FUCKING UNDRINKABLE WINE AND YOU WON'T HAVE MY BABY BECAUSE YOU NEVER EVEN THOUGHT, HONESTLY, THAT YOUD BE WITH ME MORE THAN FOUR FUCKING YEARS, I DON'T THINK! YOU OFFERED TO GO TO JAIL! YOU OFFERED TO GO TO JAIL BECAUSE YOU'RE SERVILE! you're just... YOU'RE SERVILE! YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF THINKING ABOUT ANYBODY OTHER THAN YOURSELF BECAUSE YOUR SENSE OF WHO YOU ARE, SHIV, IS THAT FUCKING THIN! oh yeah you read that in a book, tom? YOU'RE TOO FUCKING TRANSPARENT TO FIND THAT IN A BOOK! you're pathetic, you're pathetic. youre a masochist and you can't even take it. i think you are incapable of love, and i think you are maybe not a good person to have children! well, that's not very nice to say, is it? i'm sorry. i'm sorry, but you... you... you have hurt me more than you can possibly imagine. and you, you took away the last six months i could've had with my dad. no. yes. no! yes. you sucked up to him and you cut me out! it's not my fault that you didn't get his approval. i have given you endless approval and it doesn't fill you up because you're broken. i don't like you. i don't... i don't even care about you. i don't care. have we cleared the air, huh? feel good now? yeah. yeah. fucking great. tip top. you don't deserve me, and you never did. and everything came out of that. so fucking flat.

#succession #tomshiv #jesus fucking christ

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ghouljams · 6 months

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Friend.

Viking!Ghost with a huge wolf-dog.

Or, even better : shepherd!reader with a huge wolf-dog, or two ; big, ferocious babies who absolutely love the guy, smothering him in kisses and floof every time he visits his darling. Huge balls of fluff who are absolutely delighted when he picks both of them up as if they were still puppies. Reader falling a little bit more in love with him every time she catches him interact with them, gently talking to them as their tails wag and wag and wag. And Ghost who has to suck in a breath when he finds her asleep in the barn after she spent the night helping one of her sheep give birth, the two dogs acting as really big and warm blankets, along with all the other sheep ; just a huge pile of snuggles that won’t let any kind of cold wind through. Just utter cuteness, and the huge, powerful viking is smitten.

My period has been acting up since yesterday, and last night was a nightmare. I’m a little bit better, but I can’t eat otherwise it’s gonna start all over again. I am not hurt, I AM the hurt. I really wish I had a big doggo or one of my cats to snuggle with, or a partner to help with the panic attacks this shoot always comes with (or all of those, I need warmth and cuddles and love).

I wanna write, by I can’t, because brain not braining properly. So I’m imagining fluffy scenarios while listening to the rain outside.

The birds are singing in harmony with the rain. It’s a cozy melody.

Lots of love, Friend.

Mii, out (like a light, soon, probably).

You're getting used to the visits. The giant of a viking that hovers just at the edge of your fence, watching like he's got something to say only to turn away when you ask him to say it. The dogs like him, galloping over to the man every time his shadow crosses your fence. They wiggle and jump like puppies, pushing their big paws against his chest and stretching long with their heads back, the only man that hasn't been bowled over by them yet. You can't blame them for their affections.

Your guest scoops up one of them and cradles the overgrown mutt against his chest. Your dog, for all its ferocity, licks at his mask like the tamest pup in a litter. You get your flock settled before making your way over. It's a fair assumption the viking won't walk away with your dog, so you're guessing he's worked up the nerve for a conversation. You manage to get all the way to the fence, though he takes a step back when you lean against it. You switch your attention to the dog still on the ground and scratch under her chin. Her big eyes stare sadly up at you, as if you could pick her up like the viking.

"Ghost," he says, and you're struck by how rich his voice is, deep and smokey as a dwarves cavern, "you can call me Ghost," he explains, apparently having realized his attempted start at a conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

"There another viking hidin' his face like you?" You ask him, the introduction is lovely (if a little awkward) but everyone in the village knows Ghost. Or, they know of him. Nobody really knows him. You figure that's what the mask is for.

"Suppose not," he replies, and there's a touch of humor in his voice you hadn't expected. It makes you think he's smiling. Somehow that makes your cheeks feel hot. Strange.

"What do you need Ghost?" You ask, leaning against the fence. He leans to put your dog down, and the other one goes to nose his hand. He scratches her head lightly before straightening up.

"Just came to pet the dogs," he tells you. You smile. "No show this time?" He asks.

"No wolves," you nod towards the pasture, your flock safe and sound as they graze. Your eyes land on the wolf fang sewn to his leather. It's familiar enough to make your heart squeeze. You wish he'd come for you.

You're not out in the pasture, or answering the door when he knocks. It's early but Ghost didn't think you'd be that sound a sleeper. Fucking hell it's early, he shouldn't even be here but he wanted to see you before he left and- and he couldn't stop himself. He was delaying leave for his own selfish desired, but he couldn't stop himself from coming out to your little pasture. He had no excuse for it, nothing he could tell you, but he didn't want to talk to you he wanted to see you.

These are two different things.

He wanders around the fence you've put up, sturdy, well maintained. He wonders if you fix it up yourself or ask someone else to do it. You could ask him, he'd fix it for you. He'd fix anything for you. As long as it was you asking, he could do anything.

He stops outside a little covered barn, the hay leading into it is fresh, the doors slightly ajar. It's a good bet if he's ever seen one. The hinges don't stick when he inches the door open to look inside.

One of your dogs lifts its head from your lap, and stares at him, it's fluffy tail wagging softly against the hay. You're asleep, of course you're asleep. Sprawled over the hay, your dogs cuddled around you, the rest of the sheep settled to huddle close to their shepherd as well. You're surrounded by thick wool and wirey dogs, hardly bothered by the animals and straw as you sleep through the wee hours of the morning. You don't even look cold.

Ghost unhooks his cloak, the black leather and wolf's fur feeling ominous in such a pastoral scene, and drapes it over you like a blanket. Your dogs sniff it inquisitively, nosing it until he pushes their heads away with gentle pats. He tucks the fur against your neck and strokes his knuckles against your cheek. You're so beautiful, soft and vulnerable even under your fangs. He would have taken you to bed last night if you'd let him. Stayed up to watch the ewe and her new lamb while you curled up under the pelt blankets to sleep. How safe must you feel? How safe would he feel?

His thumb strokes against the fur and he stands. You'll still be here when he gets back, maybe not in the barn but here. In the village, in your pasture, right where he knows he can find you.

And hopefully, you'll be wearing his cloak when he does.

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luvfy0dor · 2 months

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“You Know That I'm Obsessed With Your Body ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, H.P. Lovecraft

Warnings; Suggestive, kisses, hickeys, bite marks, allusions to self harm (Dazai), sh scars (Dazai), prolly a little ooc

Description; BSD men and their physical attributes

A/n; CAS lyric title!!! But I cannot bring myself to write reqs RN so............but guys i actually talked to a guy OMG never thought I'd have big enough balls but I got his ig ^w^

⑅Chuuya Nakahara⑅

Chuuyas arms are beautiful to you, they're not insanely buff and they're not thin, but at a perfect equilibrium. They're decorated with intricate tattoos and beautiful colors, and sometimes small dotted lines left by your teeth or maroon spots formed by your love and passion for each other. You loved feeling them wrap around your torso or waist with him leaning his head against your back, letting all the thoughts in his mind flow from his mouth like a waterfall. Other times, he'd hang his arms over your shoulders, letting you feel his biceps against the nape of your neck, ghosting over the baby hairs on your skin. His arms can carry you too, no matter your weight. If it'd make you feel better, he'd use his ability to help and reassure you that he won't drop you or let you get hurt.

“There we go, darlin', see, I told you I wouldn't let you get hurt. Literally not even the strongest gust of wind could knock me over with you right now, so quit worrying.”

⑅Osamu Dazai⑅

Dazai has such a gorgeous torso, bandaged or not. His skin is soft on contrast to the rough and volatile life he's always lead. The only patches of skin that aren't smooth are the ones that are littered with past scars, whether self inflicted or from other people. When Dazai trusts you enough, he'll ask you to help him take off his bandages before bed, letting your fingers brush over the rigid bumps and sharply inhaling while adjusting to your sweet touch in a new, naked place. He lets you kiss the scars and it helps him feel a little relaxed receiving your acceptance through soft kisses and affection instead of being pitied or shamed for his past. It's not like you encourage it, but you don't waste your breath on lecturing him on why he shouldn't have. It's in the past, so instead you'll offer your support for him now rather than dwelling on what you can't change.

“Mmnn...your lips are so soft on my back, baby...keep going, sweetheart, you know how much I love feeling your kisses on my skin...”

⑅Nikolai Gogol⑅

Nikolais thighs could resurrect a dead man, and you couldn't help but feel the same way every time you had your head between or against them. Occasionally your hands would hold them apart and squeeze or grope at them, feeling the firmness beneath the palm of your hand. The pressure from your fingertips leaves temporary pale spots with every pinch and your teeth and tongue leave red ones in your wake as you kiss, suck, and bite all over his thigh, and he loves it. Nikolai loves the harsh feeling of your teeth clamping around his skin, making him gasp and giggle in excitement with a hand on your neck encouraging you to continue. He's got a higher pain tolerance, so if you like to give lovebites, especially on thighs, he's your guy.

“Ah-! Oh, don't worry dove, it doesn't hurt. You know I have a good pain tolerance! You can keep going, hehe, I don't mind it.”

⑅Fyodor Dostoevsky⑅

Fyodors hands are thin and pale aside from some select spots with higher blood concentration. His nails are bitten down to the quick almost always and his fingers are bony and thin. They rest gently on your hips when you sit on his lap while he types or just relaxes with you, his thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of either your top or bottoms. Sometimes they'll travel upwards, resting against your midsection and making you shiver from their low temperature. He'd laugh under his breath at your reaction and slide them further up, loving the idea that he has you squirming in his grasp. Otherwise, he'd keep a hand on your thigh, rubbing it out of habit modestly. In public he keeps his hands to himself, but in private his hands have a mind of their own.

“Are they that cold, Moya Lyubov? You'll get used to it eventually, unless you'd like to find your own way to warm my hands up?”

⑅Sigma⑅

Sigmas jawline is so defined and Everytime you look at it, an overwhelming urge to kiss along it bubbles up inside of you. Sigma doesn't dislike it, but he'll act like he does, always squirming and playfully grimacing. Eventually he'll give in though, holding your hand while you pepper soft pecks along his skin. He'll return them all over your cheeks and nose, tickling your skin and making you giggle. You can't help but watch Sigmas fingers trace over his jawline while he's deep in thought about this that and the other, admiring how perfect it looks on him.

“H-hey, knock it off, I'm in the middle of fillin' out papers! I said quit it- huff...fine, just a few though! You're really distracting, you know that?”

Bonus; ⑅ H.P. Lovecraft⑅

His hair is so long and luscious- how could you not want to run your fingers through it while your sleepy boyfriend lays his head in your lap? The upper half is smooth and straight while it changes into silky curls towards the bottom, though they're not the tightest and allow for your fingers to brush through them with minimal effort. He loves the feeling of your hands against his scalp, giving soft hums and groans of a relaxed pleasure. His face has his usual neutrality regardless of how nice it feels to get his head massaged by his lover. He frequently lets you pull it into a ponytail or put it into braids or whatever style you please. He lets you brush it, too, as long as you start at the bottom instead of ripping the brush through his hair.

“Mnn...that feels nice, dear...don't mind if I fall asleep on top of you, I can't help it.”

A/n; I feel so bad for not getting to requests, something like this was the easiest thing to do this week though because I had mock trial comp right after school so i couldn't write anything from 8am-7;30 pm some nights and it was the end of the quarter so i had to focus more on school work.

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coryosmin · 3 months

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best friend!coryo but he’s also a dealer and when ur buying weed from him he insists that you can pay him another way

you hadn't had weed in a while and were starting to crave it. your usual dealer, sejanus, was on vacation for the next month in aruba so you couldn't receive weed from him any time soon. which led you to having to ask your best friend, coryo. it also meant you couldn’t get any of ma’s special cookies which disappointed you the most.

it shouldn't have been a problem to ask coryo. you have asked a few times in the past and he was so kind to allow you to do so without paying. but for some reason, this time, it was a problem. and that annoyed you for some reason.

“i’ll give you the weed if you suck my dick,” coryo said, shrugging his shoulders at you.

you scoffed at your best friend, rolling your eyes. “dude, i’m not sucking your dick for some weed,” you exclaimed, tilting your head at coryo.

“then you’re not getting your shit,” coryo said simply. “you know i don’t take money from you. but you do have to pay me some how.”

“are you fucking serious right now?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“very much so,” coryo replied, smirking as he leaned on your desk in your bedroom.

“if you just want your dick wet, coryo,” you began, sounding annoyed. “then why don’t you text your current bitch and ask her?”

“i’d much rather have you, baby doll,” he said, still smirking. “besides, you want weed. and i have it. all you have to do is suck me off and we can both be on our way."

you sighed. you seriously needed some weed. coryo had been your best friend since you both were children but you would be lying if you didn't find him at least relatively attractive. maybe it's the buzzcut that does it for you. he shaved his head about a few months ago and hasn't grown it back yet. "fine," you said a bit reluctantly. "but you better add a gram."

coryo smirked. "well, of course, babes," he said. "already done," he said, grabbing the bag from his pocket and holding it up.

you looked at the bag and then back at coryo, taking a deep breath before walking up to him. he was still leaning against your desk as you dropped to your knees in front of him. you looked up at him with your beautiful doe eyes as he looked down at you with his icy gaze. "well," you began. "pull your pants down. I'm not doing that for you," you exclaimed sassily to your best friend.

coryo's eyes widened ever so slightly but he obliged, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down enough to reveal his semi-hard cock. you had seen coryo's dick before. unfortunately, you've walked in on him masturbating quite a few times throughout your life. but the one thing that always boggled your mind was how big your best friend truly was. he had to be at least eight inches.

you licked your lips, your hand reaching up to grip his length and jerk him off slowly but gently. just enough to get him completely hard. coryo looked down at you, watching as you stroked his cock. and when he was hard, you leaned down, licking the tip. coryo inhaled sharply, gripping the desk.

you licked a stripe from the base to the tip before slowly taking his cock into your mouth. coryo let out a low groan, a hand going to your head. you made it about half way before stopping, using your hand to grip the base. you began bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked coryo’s cock.

“look at you,” coryo groaned, his normally pale cheeks flushed as he watched you take his cock in your mouth. “fucking slut, sucking your best friend’s cock.”

you let out a soft moan, sucking coryo’s cock. you moved your head a bit faster but felt your jaw begin to hurt. coryo gripped your head with both hands, entangling his fingers in your hair. “is my cock too big for your mouth?” he cooed, noticing the tightness of your jaw. “not such a good whore then are you?”

you whined, clenching your thighs together as you continued sucking coryo off. but suddenly coryo stopped you. you looked up at him confused, his cock still in your mouth. and with a smirk, coriolanus simply thrusted his hips into your mouth, causing his cock to his the back of your throat. you gagged, unable to help it due to the intrusion. but then you relaxed your jaw and your throat, allowing coryo to use your mouth as he pleases.

“this what you wanted, hmm?” he asked, thrusting his hips in and out of your mouth. he gripped your hair, holding your head in place as he used your mouth. “dirty fucking slut just wanted her throat fucked.”

you moaned around coryo’s cock, clenching your thighs again. your eyes had tears in them as you looked up at coryo. he continued thrusting his hips, letting out groans of pleasure. “getting close,” he said. “gonna swallow my cum like a good slut?” you replied by moaning around his cock once more. “good girl,” he said.

and after a few more thrusts into your mouth, coryo’s cock stiffened and began releasing ropes of cum down the back of your throat. you swallowed, not allowing any cum to escape your mouth. when coryo finished, he pulled out, leaving a trail of saliva mixed with cum on his cock and on your swollen lips. coryo looked down at you, caressing your hair before pulling away completely. he put the bag of weed onto your desk.

“noticed how much you were clenching your thighs,” he said, smirking. “maybe next time, i’ll fuck you.” coryo replied, pulling his pants up. “but unfortunately, right now, i have another client to go see. hit me up later, yeah?” and with that, coryo walked out of the room and out of your apartment, leaving you all alone to deal with yourself.

#minsasks #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #thg tbosas #coriolanus snow #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut

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blue-sadie · 8 months

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Jealous Neteyam x Girlfriend Reader

Summary: seeing people hit on you is making his nerves stand on edge especially when they do that infront of him

Warning: protective neteyam, breeding, aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

I shifted uncomfortably as the boy stared at me his eyes filled with lust "I'm with neteyam" I murmured making him roll his eyes and lick his lips.

"He doesn't have to know, and if you were my mate I wouldn't let you out my sight" he said bashfully and grabbed my wrist pulling me to him.

I gasped and tried stepping away but he held strong "she's in my sight" the boys body tensed as he heard neteyam behind him.

His hold on me immediately released causing me to stammer backwards "now I suggest you step away from my mate before I make you" neteyam growled.

The boy just nodded his head before running off with his tail between his legs, I turned my gaze to neteyam and watched as he rolled his shoulders back to untense them.

"Thank you" I murmured and walked up to him and wrapped my arms tightly around him and rested my head against his chest.

"Did he hurt you my love" neteyam asked as he moved his hand to guide me to look up at him, his eyes staring deeply into mine.

I shook my head making him sigh in relief "I shouldn't have left you" he sighed and layed a gentle kiss on my forehead "no he said have learned proper manners" I growled my gaze trailing to where the boy left.

Neteyam agreed his hold tightening around me "but it seems no boys in the village have manners around you" he muttered laying his head on top of mine "are you saying I'm the problem" I sassed pulling away from him making him roll his eyes.

"You know what I ment" he murmured and grabbed my hand as we began walking further into the jungle "your too attractive" he bit his lip before continuing "I want everyone to know your mine and stop fucking with you" he muttered.

I watched his jaw clench as we fell into silence I could tell he was thinking about it intensely I opened my mouth to speak but instead a gasp of shock left it as neteyam pushed me up against the closet tree, his eyes filled with something I can't quite describe.

"I need to fucking engrave my name across your fucking chest so they know" he growled he was angry his breath was uneven his chest heaving as he stared down at me with feral eyes.

I should be ashamed at how I feel, I pushed my thighs together as I felt myself wetten fuck I love him like this.

"Maybe I should just leave bite marks along your body" he muttered forcing my head back against the tree to show him my unmarked neck, I whined my head filling with all different ideas he could do to me but my mind kept coming back to one breeding.

"Breed me" I gasped out making him stare at me intense as if analyzing me to make sure I understood what I was saying "what" he breathed out releasing my neck so I could look at him.

I blushed looking away as a sadden wave of shyness took over me he gently brought my face to look at him his feralness disappearing from his eyes.

"Are you sure" he murmured looking deeply into my eyes, I nodded eagerly "we started talking about starting a family" I whispered, his eyes trailed up and down my body the glint of his feralness coming back.

"I hoped you'd say that" he growled before shoving his mouth to mine in a rough kiss, his body pressed up against mine and he grinded his hips to mine making us both moan at the contact "fuck baby" he growled against my lips.

His hands slowly crept under my clothes tagging at the stings making them fall to the floor, my body shivered at the coldness "c'mere" he whispered and slowly guided me to the floor with him covering me as he slowly moved his lips to my neck.

"N-nete" I whined as he sucked on my skin and my hands wrapped themselves around his neck, he grinned against my skin as his hands moved down to his loincloth pushing it aside letting his hard cock come out.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant baby" he smirked as he ran his cock up and down my slit making my body tense "please" I begged wrapping my legs around him too.

He chuckled at my begging and slowly pushed himself inside, I cried out in pleasure as he got in "fuck baby" he muttered before slowly started moving in and out.

He watched my every expression and slowly started going faster praising me every few minutes our moans of pleasure mixed together and my nails slowly started to scratch into his skin from the pleasure.

His thrusts were powerful making me jolt everytime he pushed in "n-netetam" I moaned pushing my head into his shoulders as tears of pleasure started rolling down my cheeks.

"Fuck your gonna look so fucking good pregnant" he panted, we were both getting close he could feel me start to clench around him and I felt him start to pulse.

"Wait for me baby" he groaned making me whine as I felt my stomach start to tighten "h-hurry" I cried out making him thrust into me harder.

"Cum now" he yelled out making me release a scream of my own as we cam his cum shooting inside me.

We layed their panting I in silence with neteyam just looking down at me the look of wildness gone from his eyes.

"I'm glad you said yes to becoming my mate I don't think I could've done it with anyone else"

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@erenjaegerwifee @greekgods15 @neteyamyawne @sweetirilly

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar pandora #avatar way of water #avatar x reader smut #avatar smut #neteyam #neteyam smut #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x reader smut

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devoutekuna · 26 days

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Messing with him

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

A/N- Geto's part is from my previous blog

Sukuna-

He despises his son, it was only because he acted so much like him, tormenting his father whenever he got the chance. His favourite was pulling on his hair, the pink haired man sat in the dining room, trying to eat his food as he waited for your arrival. Feeling his son's presence already ruined his mood, but the feeling of his hair being dragged back made it even worse, using the excuse that he wanted to sit on his shoulders. "Get off before I eat you too!" Claws digging into the poor boy's arm. "Mama!" The cries of your son brought you towards the chaos, dragging your son off your husband.

Nanami-

Nanami is used to his daughter's antics, whenever she got bored and wanted attention she always ran to her father, Pulling on his leg as she cried out for him. "Papa" looking up at the dough he kneaded in the bowl. "Lemme help" begging for a chance to make him proud, feeling her body soon levitate off the ground as he placed her onto the countertop, "Pour out the chocolate chips darling" handing her the opened packet and a bowl. Surely he shouldn't have done that, leaving the room as he left a child with a packet of chocolate chips, it was a dangerous game. Soon after he comes back with some trays, she's got chocolate smeared all over her face and hands, half the packet being gone in a matter of minutes. Eye already twitching from her hand being in the packet, the way that it was scuffed all over the tissue roll, atleast she tried to clean up.

Geto-

Geto loves his little girl but ever since she was around the age to use her hands, she started to grab everything, which especially included his hair and earrings. The way she tugged on his ear loves everytine he saw that his earrings were in. "Sweetheart that hurts!" He crys out as he feels his head being dragged down to her level.

Little giggles coming from her mouth as she dragged further, trying to get a grip on his earring. He wanted to drop her right there and then but he'd know that it would hurt her greatly. Seeing her father's facial expression turn from smiles to frowns only made her let go, much to her disappointment. Mouthing the words 'papa', trying to make him happy again.

Seeing that she didn't get a respond from him, her little hands gripped onto his hair, tugging onto it to get his attention. "Papa" atleast she tried to say the word. "Yes baby?" Sighing as he felt her hands in his hair. "Papa!" She uttered out again, trying to hold back her little laugh.

Waving her hand around, making his hair move as she was so absorbed by the way it looked, hand getting sucked into her mouth along with the hair. Her toothless gums trying to eat the hair, much to his dismay as he felt her. He loved his daughter but sometimes she was just too much.

Toji-

Toji loves his food, along with his money. So when he found out that his wallet had disappeared after getting a shower, he was angry to say at least. Throwing the whole house upside down as he searched for it, he wanted to buy himself a meal after his hand work. Hearing the little giggles of his son as he portioned out his money for a quick game of shops. Laid down on his stomach as he counted the notes. "10, 20, 30" and so on. Seeing his father stood up at the door, clearly annoyed as he stood tall in his sweatpants. "Hand it over" he's wasn't gonna take no for an answer, it was guaranteed that he'd get it back. Giggling as he saw him picking up the money and storming out. Quickly getting up as he sensed that he was gonna buy something and he wanted part of it. "I want food too!" "No."

Gojo-

Satoru doesn't play about with his glasses and blindfolds, he had many pairs but for some reason he had his favourite, he'd always allow you to wear them sometimes, though it was pretty hard to see out of them since they were black out. So when he had a dinner date with you he needed to wear them, not only did they make him look hotter but he preferred them for this situation. Looking through his drawers for his glasses. "Babe, have you seen my glasses?" Shaking your head as you patted your son's pyjamas down, making sure they fit him and weren't too baggy. "Have you?" Glancing at the boy who had a mischievous look on his face, hands hidden behind his back, like he was holding something. "Do you have them baby?" Asking the boy as you squatted beside him.

"No" unable to hide the giggles as he brought the glasses from his back, seeing the annoyed look on his father's face only made him happier. Laughs erupting from him.

#gojo fluff #geto fluff #nanami fluff #sukuna fluff #toji fluff #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #toji fushiguro #sukuna ryomen #nanami kento #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jjk #𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝙺𝚞𝚗𝚊

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sanguineterrain · 3 months

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about a house | eddie munson

i am back with another installment of my about a boy series! you don't have to read them to understand this fic, so check them out only if you feel like it :)

Summary: You and Eddie have your first time together.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings/tags: insecure reader, unspecified trauma and poor self image, NSFW but it's not descriptive. reader's biology is unspecified. first time having sex, established relationship, hurt comfort.

if you enjoy this, please let me know through reblogs (and a comment, if you feel like!)

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Eddie tastes like rain.

You'd gotten caught in a thunderstorm on your way back from The Hideout tonight. Baby curls are slicked against his neck. His rings are warm from his body and the July heat. They're a comfortable weight against your arm.

He smells like a million things. Cheap beer. Bar peanuts. Smoke. Leather. The chalky Dial soap that's quickly become your favorite scent.

But Eddie tastes like rain.

Your arms are stiff beneath him. You want to move them. You like when Eddie kisses you. You like that he tastes differently each time.

But you're stuck.

"Baby?"

And now he's noticed.

Eddie lifts his head. He tucks a wet curl behind his ear. You reach to twirl it around your finger. He smiles at you. You feel monstrous. Like you've just crawled out from under his bed, in view when you shouldn't be.

You belong to the void. But Eddie's never been afraid of the dark.

"Hey, honey," he whispers, thumb sliding over your cheek. "What's up? Y'wanna stop?"

You asked him this morning. Eddie had made waffles, and he'd just finished inhaling three and was on his fourth when you asked.

"Can we have sex?"

He’d put his fork down, wiped a drop of syrup from the corner of his lip with his thumb and sucked it clean. Then he’d looked at you very seriously.

"Do you want to have sex?"

And, well. Yes. Obviously. That's why you asked, isn't it?

You're on his bed. There are too many things in his room that remind you of how none of this is yours and that you ought to let Eddie go soon so he actually has a shot at a real relationship. Those are definitely mood killers. You are definitely a mood killer.

"No," you say. "No, I don't want to stop."

You feel his eyes on you, feel him parse whether you're lying or not. Not even lying—just if you're unaware. Sometimes Eddie has to remind you that you can tell him no.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You stare at his wall of metal posters. At things that make him Eddie. You clutch his t-shirt tighter. His thumb rubs circles on your hip.

"What if it's weird?" you ask.

"What is?"

"This. Me. My body."

You look at yourself, at your rucked up shirt, your sockless feet.

"All bodies are weird," Eddie says.

"No, they're not."

"Yeah-huh. You think my body isn't weird? My body's just as freaky as the ol' noodle."

He taps his temple with one finger.

"You're not weird, though," you say.

"No?"

You turn your head and stare at the single window in Eddie's room. It's pitch black outside. You kind of want the light to be off in here too.

"Maybe this won't be good," you say. "Maybe I won't like it. Maybe I'll be bad."

He eases your head back so you face him once again.

"Sweet thing, you could bite my lip off and I'd still love ya. And if you don't like it at any point, we'll stop. No questions."

"It has to be good," you say.

Eddie tilts his head. There's no trace of humor in his eyes now.

"Why does it have to be good?" he asks quietly.

"Because it's me."

"What?"

You sigh.

"You know what I mean," you say. "You know, Eddie."

"I'm not sure that I do, sweet thing."

You look at him, wishing he'd read your mind. But he can't, and it's not fair to expect him to. Eddie may not be afraid of the dark, but that doesn't mean he should stumble through your brain.

"You live in your body," you say, like it explains everything. It should.

"And you… don't?"

“I live…” You look down at your body. Sometimes you forget it's yours. “I live outside. It's like… like I'm a house. And I've lost the keys. So I watch through a window and wait to be let in.”

“Maybe you're already inside,” he says.

“How can I be inside if I don't know how to get to the kitchen or the bedroom?” You squeeze your eyes shut. “It's like I'm a ghost.”

It has to be another house because your house isn't inviting to someone like Eddie. You'll let him in and the decoration will put him off and you've never learned how to say the right things at the right time, and when you invite someone inside, there's an expectation—

“Baby. Hey. Hey, honey.” Eddie taps your cheek gently. “Can y’look at me, please? You're worrying me.”

“You won't like my house,” you say, and open your eyes. Your vision blurs at the edges. “I don't even like my house.”

Eddie's wearing that pinched expression that resurfaces whenever you say something sad.

Outside, the rain keeps on. You're too sad for him.

“I think you've got a very beautiful house,” he says. “I've seen the outside and gotten peeks of the inside and everything I've seen has only made me want to see more.”

He leans in and kisses you like your paint isn't peeling, like the roof hasn't caved in, like you aren't beyond fixing.

“I like your windows and their shutters,” he says, kissing your eyelids. “And I like your door. I like the music and laughter that comes out of it.” He kisses your mouth, petting your hips.

“I like your door,” you whisper into his mouth.

Eddie smiles against your skin and kisses down your neck.

“Mm, what else? I like how strong your house is. How it's been rained on so many times and it's still here. I like the light that shines from inside, how warm and inviting it is. I like that you let me through the front gate even though it's scary to let someone in.”

“Eddie.” You’re begging. “Don’t have to like it. I’ll let you in anyway.”

Eddie reels back, dark eyes molten. “Don’t ever think you have to let me inside to keep me. Alright? This is your house, baby. Not mine. I come when invited. And I love you. I love every part.”

“I want you in,” you say. You do. You never thought you would but you’re sure that you want Eddie inside.

He cups the back of your head and your hip. It makes your bricks wobble. You never knew that living in your body could be a home and not a break-in.

Eddie’s house is beautiful, but you knew that. His skin is smooth, dotted with freckles and moles. Silver scars criss-cross over his stomach. He catches you staring.

“One day, I’ll tell you about ‘em,” he murmurs, tracing your cheek with his thumb. “But tonight‘s about you.”

“I like your house,” you say.

Eddie smiles. His cheeks tinge red.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world,” he says.

He helps you take off your clothes. You take longer than him, but Eddie doesn’t rush. Just kisses your exposed skin.

“We can stop here if you want,” he says when you’re both bare.

“It might not be good,” you say again. “Remember?”

“Sweet thing, have you ever considered that maybe it’ll be good because it’s you?”

You pull him in by his neck, so you can whisper in his ear. You can’t look at Eddie’s windows right now.

“Inside might be scary,” you say.

Eddie makes a warm sound. “Everybody’s got an attic, baby. Nothing scary ‘bout ‘em.”

You search for his hand blindly. He links your fingers and kisses the shell of your ear.

“Come in,” you say.

So Eddie does.

It isn’t long before you’re both panting. Eddie’s pet you for a long while, sweet strokes that make you squeal and sigh. Your sounds make him grin every time.

“Do you—do you like my house?” Your ankles cross behind Eddie's back. The wind whistles against the window. This is not a break-in.

“Sweet thing, I'd love your house even if you never let me inside,” Eddie says, a moan stuck in his throat as he bottoms out. “You okay? Y’wanna keep going?”

You nod and tuck your face into his shoulder. Eddie’s curls are frizzy and they stick to his forehead. Words climb dangerously up your throat, words about houses and moving in and vows and picking furniture. Your eyes burn.

“Baby, are y—hey.” Eddie starts to pull out. You shake your head furiously and keep his hips lined with yours.

“No, ‘m fine,” you say, lightning in your belly growing. “Really, Ed, fine. Just feel safe. You’re safe. I love your house.”

Eddie’s answering hum is tender. He kisses you hard, salt on your door.

You find yourself in the window’s reflection again. The rain keeps on.

This time, you don’t feel locked out.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson imagine #gender neutral reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things #Eddie munson #about a boy

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daceydeath · 1 year

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Pairing: Seungmin x reader Word Count: 0.4k Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, unprotected sex (don't be a moron), breath play (light choking), rough sex, exhibitionism (slight)

"Minnie" you hissed sharply as his hands found their way under your top to cup and squeeze your tits through the lace of your bra "The guys are home they will hear!"

"Don't care" he grunted pulling you in for a desperate kiss his fingers creeping around your throat where he has pinned you to his bed. You gasp as you feel how hard he is grinding his clothed length against your bare legs "You shouldn't have worn this skirt for them to look at you baby, teasing me by letting them see what's mine"

"I didn't, I wouldn't" you whimper his fingers letting go of your throat to creep down and slither under your skirt pushing your underwear aside to tease your slit, his lips crashing back into yours as you moaned.

"I thought you were so sweet and innocent and here you are trying to get my members attention" He growled as you heard Jeongin loudly shout down the hall that the others had arrived. He slipped his fingers into you pumping them roughly as you whined beneath him.

"Seungmin, please they will hear" you mewled softly trying to keep you voice down.

"Well you will need to be quiet then" he smirked pulling his fingers from you only to replace them a moment later with his cock.

"Minnie" you yelped as he bottomed out inside you stretching you with a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, returning his lips to your neck he fucked into you roughly his length just about kissing your cervix with each snap of his hips. His bruising pace was making you dizzy while he sucked and kissed your neck.

"So tight for me, so fucking tight" he mumbled needily beginning his assault on your clit rubbing and pinching it as roughly as he was fucking you making you moan loudly as your orgasm crashed over you unexpectedly as you arched up from the sheets.

"Fuck you are so pretty when you come on my cock" he panted chasing his own high as you lay almost limp below him coming only when he knew you had fully enjoyed your own before collapsing on top of you.

"Minnie" you whimpered again over sensitive from how roughly he had treated you.

"Shit sweetheart, I'm sorry" he babbled carefully pulling out of you and opening the water bottle beside the bed for you to sip "Did I hurt you?" you shook your head and smiled up at him.

"If you're fucking done, the rest of us are hungry and if you aren't out in 5 we are leaving without you" Lee Know shouted down the hallway making your eyes widen and face flush with embarrassment.

a/n: As always thank you for reading you guys are the best. All comments, reblogs and likes are treasured forever xx

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luffyrose · 1 year

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Oh Brother....s?

I had the most brilliant mini-idea while raging at video games because my parents suck at em. Anyway, there's really no correlation there, but the idea!

So we all know the whole "Danny is related to (Batkid) and he was give away because blah blah" or "he died and blah blah". We know those, and we love them, but what if, hear me out, Danny is related to MULTIPLE of them.

Danny is the child of Willis and Talia.

Now he was definitely not planned or anything, it just happened during a random mission and Talia couldn't bother to deal with it much. She decided that if the child lived she'd give it to Willis, a sort of test. It's not like she needed the baby, Damian had been born a little while before. Talia is one of those mothers who doesn't LOOK pregnant even when she's about to have the baby so basically, Danny does end up being born but is a really sickly kid, like REAL sick.

Of course, she really couldn't care less about the kid so baby Danny was given to Willis, who just gave Danny to Jason and Catherine. He's like 8 or so, so he isn't Robin yet, and he is SO happy to have a little brother. Except he's terrified for Danny, whose name was originally something else with Daniel being his middle name thanks to Jason (also why he kept the name Danny and not his original first name), but he doesn't want Danny hurt. After a few years, just before he becomes Robin, he gives a barely like 4-year-old Danny to a shelter or something with a blanket and a note.

Everything goes the same with both of them from there. The reason why Jason is easier on Damian compared to the others? He kinda looks like his baby brother, not identical but like, there's a resemblance, and he kind of finds it uncanny. Reason Talia even gave the time to help Jason? Well, he's technically the older brother of her younger child, and after having Damian for a while she does feel a little bad. Even if she doesn't want to meet the kid, she figured helping his older brother was a good enough way to apologize.

Danny remembers his older brother. How he looked and his name, and how he always took care of him. It's why even when his new adoptive parents neglected both him and Jazz he doesn't think anything is wrong. Jason had raised him. Now Jazz was. It was simply normal to him. He's just got major parent issues honestly.

The only people who know about his older brother are Jazz and Tucker though. His parents never were told because they'd been too busy to learn about it. Jazz had helped him on the earlier nights when he cried for Jason. And Tucker had learned when they first became friends as kids. Even if he was close to Sam, he never mentioned Jason though, it kind of felt like something he shouldn't touch anymore. It'd been years and even if he still had that star blanket, the note he vaguely remembers with it had been taken and put with his papers...and well he didn't know where those were.

Jason had already died and come back when Danny had the accident, so neither was aware of the other still. Danny does the whole hero thing for about 3 years before everything came crashing in for whatever reason, and he has to run. With no plan, he just follows his core and ends up in Gotham but he doesn't know why. Gotham herself is THRILLED to have him back because Jason was hers and this was Jason's little brother as well as her king! So she's trying to help the disoriented and hurt boy to his brother.

Cue shenanigans and angst though and it take a good MINUTE for Danny to even meet the Bats, let alone Jason. I'm thinking everyone meets him in one way or another before Jason is getting something from the cave while they're talking about this meta kid who LOOKS kind of like Damian but not at the same time, so they need to figure out if it's a clone or what. Jason sees the picture and is frozen, not even noticing the fact that he started crying while the whole fam is freaking out.

It's Damian, who looks between Jason and the picture, that notices the subtle differences that had them thinking it was still familiar were from Jason. And dun dun dun, it's Jason's little brother. He never knew who the mother was and after someone gets him out of his like mini-panic from knowing his brother was close by, he just bolts to his bike to go find him.

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I actually think I may make this a one-shot series. If anyone else wants to use this idea though feel free as well! Just tag me or smth :D

I honestly do think this is gonna be another thing I write though, I kinda love this idea a lot XDD

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cursedkeyboard · 6 months

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Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.2)

What does Jason do after stealing a kid from Gotham's slums? Feed and give the little brat a home, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]

pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader

To be completely honest, when Jason reached his apartment, he was panicking a little

The drive had been enough to clear his mind and he realized how impulsive he'd been

He is a damn vigilante, one with a hell of a reputation, and who's always messing with the baddest assholes of this city

Fuck, he's got guns and explosives in his house

But even with all the panic and rationality, Jason wasn't going to abandon you somewhere else

Orphanages were great places for villains to hit, the foster system might as well have been created by the joker, and no way in hell was he going to drop you at Bruce's

Anything but that

So he sucked it up and focused on your small voice full of wonder as you two drove through the city

"I didn't know there was so many tall buildings in Gotham!"

"That church is huge!"

"Holy shit is that a theater?! I only saw them in movies!"

At a certain point he was close to biting his fists in pure cuteness aggression

He knew exactly what you were feeling, could even picture your eyes glittering full of wonder behind the helmet

It didn't help his heart that your helmet also had comms, which were connected to his, so every single one of your little comments meant for yourself only were accidentally shared

Your Gotham accent was so thick too, born and raised in an area were the elite never tried to "cleanse"

Fuking adorable

Oh, also, he'd need to teach you not to follow strangers even if they were famous vigilantes

Because he realized how fucking dangerous it was that you just up and agreed to be taken by a random masked man

Sure, he knew he also did the same with Bruce, but hey, look at where that got him

When Jason finally brought you up to his apartment, still carrying you, he knew he'd have to immediately go out to buy some things

His fridge wasn't stocked with what kids need

Like... apple juice and cereal

Or any kind of vegetables

And, he definitely needed some kid safety stuff, even if he knew you wouldn't try opening the dangerous cabinets

... probably

Opening his door, he took you to the bathroom

Look, as cute as you were, you were also as filthy as a drenched sewer rat

He told you as much when he set you down

Your glare was worth the slap on the arm (it didn't even hurt)

"Can I assume you know how to take a shower?"

"I'm nine, not three, Red Hood."

"Not my fault you look like you're five."

He chuckled as you huffed and puffed

"Jason Todd."

"What?"

"My name is Jason Todd. Can't have you calling me Red Hood if you're gonna live with me, right?"

You gaped, big eyes going wide

He told you his name! And showed you his face! Why did this man trust you so much?

It... it made you real warm inside

You were quiet for a moment before quietly telling you your name, shyly, like you hadn't done that in a long time

"Hm, I think I prefer 'squirt', tho."

Okay, warm moment over, the guy is insufferable

Hissing and pushing him out of the bathroom with all of your strength, you hesitantly took your first real shower since... since you don't even know when

The water was black

You realized your skin could feel soft instead of oily

And your nails finally didn't look like you dug through dirt

Meanwhile, Jason was running around the apartment like a crazed man

Shoving his guns inside high drawers you wouldn't be able to reach

Trashing the cigs he had bought out of curiosity

And making sure any items for... his intimate partners were completely hidden away

He'd found those in Bruce's room one time as a kid and, needless to say, Jason still felt traumatized to this day

After making his apartment slightly less deadly and ordering food, Jason knocked on the door to let you know he'd left a change of clothes for you in front of the bathroom

Damian's clothes the brat left behind once he had stayed over when he was rebelling

they'd be a little too big for you but nothing like what his would look like

Once you came out, looking fresh and clean, Jason immediately carried you to the couch

Biting his tongue because the demon brat's clothes were actually so big on you he could cry

He ignored your complaints again, he knew your little feet were all scratched and they must have hurt like a bitch

Once you finally settled and didn't try to scratch his eyeballs out, Jason started to patch you up

Such careful, gentle touches for rough hands like his

He handled your injuries like you were made of glass

And despite your childish pride... you kind of loved it

It made you feel all tingly and cozy inside, like you were precious

Like you were deserving of kindness

As you started fidgeting with all the bubbling emotions inside of you, Jason tried to calm you down by talking

He learned your mother died from a drive-by shooting and your father was an alcoholic with a taste for physical abuse

"It only got bad bad a year or so ago, I think he blamed me for us being poor."

"And you know that's bull, right?"

You shrugged as he finished treating your injuries and started to dry your damp hair, a little awkwardly but attentive

"He left a month ago–or died, I don't know–so it doesn't matter either way."

Well, that was a healthy mindset for a child!

He had to breathe through his mouth to not get up and go put three little bullets in your piece of shit father's head

or his body, if the bastard was already dead

Jason definitely had a lot of work to do, but for now, ding-dong, he was going to focus on feeding you

And, no, he was never going to delete the photo he took of your face when he opened the huge takeout orders

Nor would he forget the way you cried silently as you ate

That was your first real meal in months

Your first real meal, washed and clothed, in a safe apartment that didn't smell of roaches nor booze, with an adult who looked at you fondly

Jason promised, to himself and God, that he'd make sure you'd never cry over something like food ever again

When you giggled at a joke he made and didn't flinch when he gently wiped a bit of sauce from your cheek, he knew he had made the correct decision

He'd keep you safe

To be continued...

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mrsstarkey1 · 1 year

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sneakin' around - rafe cameron

SUMMARY: you and rafe have been seeing each other for months now, without telling anyone because of your doubts about how your friends will react. one night, at a party, you and rafe sneak off to be alone.

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you ran your hand through rafe's hair mindlessly, listening to the sound of his slow and steady breath. his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, but he was still sound asleep.

you looked at your watch, sighing when you saw the time. it was almost 10 am, and kie would be expecting you at the boat soon.

"rafe?" you said softly, wanting to wake him up to say goodbye. "baby?" you tried again, this time placing a kiss on his forehead.

his eyes slowly opened and a grin appeared on his face. "morning," he said in the raspy morning voice you adored oh so much, and he lifted his head a little to press his lips to yours.

you smiled into the kiss, groaning when you had to pull away. "i have to go," you said with a frown, getting up from the bed you'd been sharing with rafe for months now.

rafe grabbed your hand, "please don't go," he said sadly.

"we can meet up later tonight, i promise. but kie is going to get suspicious if i don't meet her soon."

rafe rolled his eyes, pulling you closer, "come on baby, who cares if kie is suspicious. let's just tell them. i hate sneaking around like this."

you tilted your head at him, seeing that he was serious. "but we agreed that we shouldn't tell anyone. i mean the pogues aren't exactly your biggest fan, and the kooks aren't mine. it would just hurt both of us if our closest friends didn't approve of our relationship, you know that."

rafe sighed and sat up on the bed, putting his legs over the side. he grabbed your hands and you stood between his legs. he looked up at you, "i know. it just sucks that i can't just see you whenever i want. you make me happy, y/n."

your heart just melted at the look on his face. you put your hands on both sides of his face, kissing his forehead, then his lips. "you make me happy too, rafe. we'll talk about maybe sitting everyone down and telling them? eventually."

he smiled and nodded, "i'll see you later then?"

you nodded and pressed one last short kiss to his lips. you grabbed bikini and a pair of shorts from the drawer of your clothes you had at rafe's house and went to change in the bathroom.

you spent the rest of the day with kie and jj, who decided to tag along on the boat with you. by the time we got back, jj and kie were totally drunk, and you were just a little tipsy.

"i'm gonna go change guys, then we're going to that bonfire tonight right?" you asked when you got off of the boat.

kie nodded, "yeah, we'll see you there. everyone's going."

you texted rafe when you got back to your house, meet up at bonfire tonight?

you sorted through your clothes, trying to find an outfit while you waited for a response. you decided on what you always wore to parties, jean shorts and a cropped tank top.

your phone buzzed in your back pocket.

of course. can't wait :)

you smiled at the text, and tossed your phone on the bed. you spent the next 2 hours wasting time until it was time to leave for the beach.

these parties were your favorites, the ones where both kooks and pogues were able to be in the same place without fighting, because everyone was having too much fun to care.

you immediately saw your friends when you arrived. john b was standing on a log, pouring beer into jj's mouth. you scoffed at the scene, not surprised in the slightest.

you walked toward the group, but was stopped by someone stepping directly in front of you. rafe. he backed you up until you were both out of sight, behind a tree. "i missed you," rafe said with a smile.

"rafe, honey it's barely been 10 hours," you said with a laugh, "but i missed you too."

rafe wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to press his lips against yours. you threw your arms around his neck as your kiss continued. you pulled away before the kiss got too heated, and rested your forehead on his. "we can continue this later. i just have to make an appearance with jj, pope, kie and john b for an hour and then i can get away, okay?"

rafe nodded, "okay," he said softly, pecking your lips again. "i'll see you in an hour."

you squeezed his hand once and then returned on your path to your group of friends. "y/n!!" a voice you recognized said and you screamed when someone picked you up from behind, spinning you around.

"jj, put me down," you smacked his arm and leaned your head back with a laugh.

he let you down onto the sand, and he was hunched over, laughing uncontrollably, obviously drunk. you smacked him on the head, "idiot."

kie handed you a beer, and you all sat around one of the small fires. you weren't really engaged in most of the conversations, because all you wanted to do was sneak away and be with rafe. of course you weren't proud of not wanting to be with your friends, but you didn't get much alone time with rafe because of your friends.

the minute all of them got up to get more beer and cigarettes, you got up and texted rafe to meet you by the docks outside of john b's place. you figured you could hang out there for a little bit, knowing they'd be out until 2 in the morning.

you sat on the dock for only a couple minutes before you saw rafe running toward you. you stood up and pulled him in by his shirt the minute he got into your reach. your lips crashed together, in a hungry, passionate kiss. his hands found your bare waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

you pulled back to come up for air, breathing heavily, "we can go into john b's place. they'll be out late."

he hummed in response, kissing you again. you grabbed his hand, practically sprinting to the chateau.

you wasted no time once you got in the door, pulling his shirt over his head. he placed his hands on your hips, pushing you back until you hit the couch, falling onto it.

back at the beach, kie was looking everywhere for you, and when she didn't find you she'd started to worry.

"jj, i can't find y/n. have you seen her?"

the blonde shook his head, and looked around the beach, not having any luck locating you. "maybe she decided to go home. she seemed kind of tired."

kie sighed, "yeah maybe. she's actually been acting really weird lately. i'm starting to get worried. but i don't think she would just leave without telling anyone."

jj nodded in agreement, "well let's go get john b and pope and we'll look for her."

rafe moved your hair out of your face and off of your neck, giving him room to place sloppy kisses from your collarbone to your neck. your hands traveled down his chest and played with the button of his shorts. his lips found yours again, this kiss much more desperate than the last.

the moment you unbuttoned his shorts, you heard the slam of the door, and the gasp of four people, who you were pretty sure you knew the identities of.

rafe jumped off of you, standing in front of the four, very shocked pogues. you got off of the couch and stepped toward them. "guys, let me explain-"

"a kook? y/n!! really?" jj shouted and stepped toward rafe, an angry look on his face.

you placed yourself between them, putting your hand out to push jj's chest. "stop it. i said let me explain," you said with enough seriousness in your voice to make them all close their mouths and give you their attention.

you moved back so that you were standing by rafe. "we're dating," you said simply, and open your mouth to continue but was cut off, unsurprisingly.

"what?!" they all shouted, looking at each other.

"you've got to be kidding. do you have any idea what the kooks have put us through?" john b decided to contribute to the not so civil conversation.

rafe looked at the floor.

"john b, i know. believe me. i know what rafe and topper used to do to you guys, to me too. but rafe hasn't done anything to a pogue in a long time, haven't you noticed that? do you really think i would date someone that i thought would hurt my closest friends? my family?" you said with determination, determination to make them see rafe the way that you do. they all remained silent, so you continued. "rafe has changed, a lot. and he's the only guy that i've ever been with that really cares about me. that looks after me, no matter what. i'm just asking you guys to, please, just be open to the idea of us being together. because i can't have my boyfriend and my best friends hating each other, especially if you don't even give him a chance. please, guys."

"okay," kie was the first to speak up. "if you really care about him, of course we'll give him a chance, right guys?" she glared at the 3 boys who were all staring at rafe as if they were determining their decision. all three of them nodded slowly, eventually.

rafe looked at you with a smile, "guys, i just wanna say that i know how bad me, topper and kelce treated you. and i really am sorry. once i met y/n, i haven't cared about the whole pogue vs kook thing, because if i can fall in love with one then-"

you turned to face him, "what?" you said, eyes widened. "what did you just say?"

everyone stared at the two of you in pure shock, and honestly what could only be described as admiration.

rafe took a deep breath, grabbing both of your hands. "i love you, y/n y/l/n."

"i love you too, rafe cameron," you said with the biggest grin on your face.

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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Day four of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

"Dead," Tim says, because it's not like it's a secret in the community or anything. "Joker happened to him."

And a lot of other things. Sheila Haywood and Felipe Garzonas and Bruce's eternal control-freak paranoia and constant inability to just talk, to name a few. But Joker, in the end.

Still, Tim can't help thinking about the chances to have avoided what happened to Jason. Especially when thinking about what's currently happening to Kon.

If Kon gets taken advantage of or hurt or killed because no one's paying enough attention . . .

Tim takes another drink.

"That sucks," Kon says with a grimace. "No wonder Batman goes all weird mama Bat on you all the time."

Tim chokes on an incredulous laugh and also a mouthful of soda, because Bruce is definitely not that and this isn't something to make light of either, but–

But also, he thinks about how no one ever goes "weird mama Bat" on Kon. No one ever has, as far as he knows.

No one takes care of him at all.

Tim really, really doesn't like that. Kon shouldn't have to rely on working for people who think they can build custom-designed personal-use superheroes based off of stolen dead bodies and are constantly making clones that are just inhuman-looking enough to not be able to blend into society outside the lab, and therefore don't have a choice about where they live or what they do with their lives.

Maybe it's not as bad as it sounds, or at least not as malicious as it sounds, but it's still the results of what Cadmus is doing either way. Kon has the option of being a superhero, at least, but he also has a custom-designed face that looks exactly like the face of one of the most famous heroes in the sector and was given absolutely no idea how to either establish or support a civilian life, so that's just about his only option.

Aside from, again, just working for Cadmus for the rest of his life.

Tim definitely hates the world.

"Please don't call it 'going mama Bat'," he says to distract himself.

"Please tell me what else you'd call it," Kon says.

"Micromanaging," Tim replies matter-of-factly, and Kon chokes on a laugh of his own.

"What, is being Robin your after-school job?" he teases. Technically it is, Tim supposes, but he doesn't exactly think of it that way.

"I consider it more of an unpaid internship," he says, since explaining the whole "emotional support sidekick" thing would probably damage Bruce's Bat-mystique, and if he tells Kon the full story there he's basically telling all of Young Justice. Kon barely seems to understand the concept of secrets, much less the concept of keeping them. "Like I get an expense account but not a paycheck, you know? And sometimes we get cookies in the Batcave."

"Cookies. In the Batcave," Kon echoes, his eyebrows shooting up. "Are they bat-shaped?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Tim replies with a pleasant smile. Alfred doesn't usually bother with anything quite that on the nose, but according to Dick there are Halloween cookie cutters in the kitchen that he's not above bringing out when Bruce has been being especially ridiculous, so . . .

"Oh my god," Kon says delightedly. "Does he make them himself? Is there a Bat-apron? A Bat-oven? Or does he just order them special from the Bat-bakery?"

"There is not a Bat-bakery," Tim says, trying not to laugh again. Goddammit, Kon shouldn't be so fucking funny all the time. He's not even that funny, objectively; Tim is just a smitten idiot.

"So there is a Bat-apron?" Kon says with a smirk.

"I plead the fifth," Tim says, since explaining the novelty Halloween apron Jason bought Alfred when he was thirteen is not actually on the table. Details compromise identities, loose lips sink ships; all that.

"Listen, man, Cadmus doesn't have a bakery unless you count the test tubes they cook us up in," Kon says with a snigger, grabbing himself another slice. Tim thinks thoughts about incendiary devices. "They buy our cookies frozen or just get the industrial-sized pudding cans. Or make bread pudding, the bastards. So you gotta tell me about the Bat-cookies."

Tim winces at the thought of industrial-sized pudding cans and bread pudding, because that sounds absolutely horrifying and he never, ever wants to taste industrial pudding. Ever.

"Well, they're definitely not frozen," he says. "But Nightwing started being Robin a lot younger than I did and the last Robin started younger than me too, so I think I'm just reaping the benefits of younger kids needing after-patrol snacks and everyone else getting in the habit of it."

"I could get into that habit," Kon says musingly as he tears a bite off his newest slice. Tim immediately resolves to order takeout after every possible Young Justice mission that he can. Or they could go get ice cream or something, he doesn't know. "What do you think, wanna make me Bat-cookies sometime, Rob?"

Every weekend for the rest of their respective lives, although Tim would never actually say that. He's not even a good baker. He doesn't even like to bake.

This crush is definitely a problem.

"You're not Gothamite enough to handle Bat-baking, Kon," Tim says dryly, and Kon sniggers.

He also ducks his head a little, looking . . . oddly soft, for a moment. Tim doesn't understand why, until he realizes–oh. It's because he just called him "Kon", isn't it. He wasn't even thinking about it; just did it reflexively.

Tim is pretty sure he needs to ruin the credit of every single "responsible" adult in Kon's life for not naming him sooner. Well–Dubbilex can have a pass, considering he was also made by Cadmus and his own name is Dubbilex, so it probably never occurred to him that "Superboy" wasn't a perfectly acceptable name. And also he probably doesn't have credit either. But all the rest of them, definitely and for sure.

Superman is getting an envelope of powdered Kryptonite in his fucking mailbox, to start. Or maybe Tim could aerosolize it and pepper-spray him with it. That might work.

"You don't know, I could be," Kon huffs, putting on a mock-offended expression. "I was born and raised in a lab, I'm way tougher than the average guy."

"A Metropolis lab," Tim says pityingly. "Might as well be a kindergarten science class."

"Oh fuck you, Batboy!" Kon protests with a laugh. "Tell that to the next alien invasion."

"Aliens know better than to invade Gotham," Tim says. Kon laughs again. It's–weirdly nice, honestly. Usually Kon's too busy trying to act cool in front of whatever "audience" he thinks they have to actually, like . . . just talk all that much or anything. And also usually he gets offended really easily or starts being annoying about something he doesn't know as much as he thinks he does about or just . . . something.

Tim admittedly is less and less annoyed and more and more endeared by that kind of stupid behavior these days, but still. It's the usual pattern their interactions follow.

He guesses they're actually just, like, hanging out right now. It's not like there's a bad guy or a crisis or even any teammates around or training to do, so . . .

Yeah. He guesses they're just hanging out.

Kon decimates the pizza and wings, Tim pretends to be helping and takes a few mental notes on how much Kon is eating and what that may or may not say about his required caloric intake, and they just kind of keep . . . hanging out, really. And they talk, at least as much as Tim lightly interrogating Kon and subtly evading providing any personal identifying information counts as "talking".

Tim really doesn't know if the guys at school or Young Justice are more authentically his "friends", at this point, but at least Young Justice knows there are things they don't know. Everyone from school . . .

Not so much, with them. They all only know Tim Drake, and none of them have any reason to suspect the existence of Robin. Young Justice only knows Robin, but at least they know there is a Tim Drake somewhere, whether they know him or not.

Maybe they are the ones who are more his friends, thinking of it that way.

It'd explain why things never really go anywhere with civilians and he's developed this stupid inadvisable crush on Kon, at least. Though not why things fizzled with Steph, since she knows Robin better than anyone in Young Justice. If he should be having a stupid inadvisable crush on anyone, at least it could've been someone with an equally stupid and inadvisable crush on him.

Unfortunately, he and Steph have officially friend-zoned each other and also Kon exists, so Tim is having his stupid inadvisable crush on an alien hybrid metahuman clone in a terrible living situation with stupid taste in sunglasses and a mysteriously infinite-seeming supply of leather jackets. So now Tim is in this situation and his supervillain timeline needs recalculated, and also he's going to be buying Young Justice so much takeout to make sure Kon gets to eat something that isn't cafeteria food in a way he won't get offended by.

Hopefully, anyway.

"Well, I'm glad the new job's working out," Tim comments eventually, after some very careful conversational maneuvering, and Kon . . . pauses.

"I guess," he says after a moment, picking olives off the remains of his current slice and not quite looking at him as he says it. Tim resists the urge to absolutely pounce on the blood in the water and makes himself wait. "I mean, it's fine, it's not like it's bad there. Like, I don't love that it's my only real option and I don't love the same lab that made me out of DNA that it literally got out of a literal grave being in charge of me, but it's not like Westfield's still running the place or anything. So like, could be worse."

Tim hates the world. All of it. Seriously. Alfred's snickerdoodles get an exception and that's it. Nothing else.

"I'm sure it'll all work out," he says, because yeah, he officially needs to actually do something about this. He doesn't know what something, but something. If he doesn't, who else is going to?

Kon puts on a fake grin and says something stupid and easy in reply, the comment lighthearted and dismissive and a screamingly obvious coping strategy from someone who doesn't see any way out of their current situation but through, and Tim . . .

Tim finishes his Zesti and starts to think.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young justice #young just us #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon #long post

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aurumacadicus · 2 months

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Send a number? Ok! How about 18? Or 35 if that one has been asked already

Steve stared down at his hands, rubbing his thumb over the wedding ring around his finger. Tony was sat across the table from him, face impassive. The counselor they were seeing had stepped out for a moment, apparently a 'couple in crisis' on the phone that she needed to calm immediately. Steve wished she would come back. Wished he and Tony were in crisis. Anything other than this, betraying and feeling betrayed with a table between them and nothing to stay.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Tony asked, voice quiet, eyes dropping to the surface of the table.

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, grinding his teeth. "We shouldn't talk without the counselor here."

"You let me talk about our life together that included kids for weeks and just now you dropped that you don't like children?" Tony hissed, eyes darting back up to him, full of fire and brimstone.

"It's for the act," Steve tried, but even as he said it, he knew that Tony didn't believe it. He didn't believe it, either.

"I thought I'd be a good dad," Tony said, and he sounded so defeated, it broke Steve's heart.

He couldn't look at him anymore. He looked back down at the ring on his finger instead and immediately regretted it. It just made him feel worse. "You will be a good dad, Tony."

"So, what, you'll choke down your distaste for children for me?" Tony asked, and there was a hint of steel in his voice now. "I've lived with that as the kid, Steve. It wasn't healthy for anyone."

Steve jerked his head up, tears filling his eyes. "Tony, I didn't say I don't like children. I said I'm scared. And if you were as smart as you always say you are, you'd be scared too." Tony opened his mouth, offended, but Steve plowed over him, biting out, "I broke three doorknobs this week. Doorknobs. I keep imagining a baby in my hands--" He spread his hands on the table, palms up, and was ashamed to find them shaking. "--and babies are so delicate, Tony, I. What if. What if I--"

Tony reached out to cover his hands with his own. "You never hurt me," he told him gently.

"I don't want to even accidentally hurt a baby, Tony," Steve whispered.

The hurt had faded from Tony's face. Resignation didn't look any better on him. "Who would adopt to us anyway?" he asked, and the humor he'd tried to inject into his tone didn't work. "We're not even here in good faith. How could we make sure they were never in danger?"

"Thor said Amora wouldn't be able to manipulate us like she had the other couples," Steve reminded him half-heartedly. "We wouldn't bring them on missions."

"Maybe I can just be a really good uncle," Tony sighed, as if there was nothing to argue about anymore, drawing his hands back into his lap.

This was why he hadn't wanted to tell Tony, Steve thought, watching him carefully tuck the idea of children into a little box and hide it away as if he didn't still desperately want it. Tony was too accommodating. He was already making up reasons he couldn't have a child so Steve couldn't take any of the blame for it.

Steve picked up the table and threw it at the counselor when she tried to come back in, and Amora caught it with a sparking-green hand. This wasn't a conversation he was going to have in front of an enemy, and throwing punches at her would help him work out all his jittery nerves. He wanted the calm after battle to be able to get his thoughts in order and really hash this out.

Even if they decided they didn't want kids after, it was going to be a mutual decision, not Tony simply taking it off the table and believing he was wrong for wanting them.

#aurumacadicus answers #sea-owl #1-161 stony ficlet challenge #stony #i want to be sorry so bad but!#i am not

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forever-rogue · 9 months

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Now that reader has moved to Steve's house, how about there's one day where Daisy feels a little bit under the weather but it's really taking her energy and she only wants to cling to reader? Like when Daisy's awake, she instantly go to reader in the kitchen with teary eyed and reader gets worried and pick her up. And when Steve wakes up and sees the scene, he can't help but fall in love with reader more and can't wait for the day they finally get married.

AN | These three make me so soft and I can’t wait for them to get married either 🥺

Warnings | Sick Kiddo

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.9k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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You really shouldn't have had all that water before bed. This was the second - third? - time you had to get up and go to the bathroom that night. It was the water among…other things but right now you were cursing everything. All you wanted to do was get some sleep.

Once you were done, you popped into the kitchen to grab some more water (hydration is important, alright?) when you heard some soft sniffles. Your heart dropped into your stomach when you realized it could only have been one thing, one little person, in your house.

"Mommy?" And yeah. That still made your heart flutter, but the tears you could practically hear in her voice made you want to cry too. Daisy Mae Harrington padded into the kitchen, her stuffed dog in one hand, fuzzy bunny slippers half on, and a deep frown on her little way.

"Hey baby," you crouched down so you were eye level with her, and held out your arms to invite her in for a big hug, if she wanted it of course, "what's wrong, baby girl?"

Before she could even say anything, big, fat crocodile tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to contain her sobs. Without hesitation she stepped into your arms and clung onto you as tightly as she could with her small grasp.

You made a small sound as you hugged her in return, picking her up and soothing her back with soft circles. She'd buried her face into your neck and you could feel her tears soaking into the fabric of your t-shirt.

"I don't feel good," Daisy was finally able to speak after a few moments of struggle, "my tummy hurts and my throat too and my nose is all stuffy."

"Oh my love," you felt your heart break knowing she was sick. You wished that you could take it all away from her and be the one in her stead. It would have sucked but it would have been better than watching her go through this, “it sounds like you’re getting a bit of a cold.”

“I don’t wanna be sick,” she sniffled and you instinctively rocked her gently. You kissed the side of her head tenderly.

“I know,” you held onto her tightly as you walked to her bedroom. The least you could do was try to help her get to sleep. You sat down on the bed and set her down so she could try and get under the covers. She sighed softly, which to your chagrin turned into a cough, before pulling back the blankets and getting under them. You brushed back her soft curls and put the back of your hand onto her forehead. She felt a little warm, “after some sleep you’ll feel better. Do you think you can sleep?”

“I can try,” she gave you her best smile but you could see the hazy look in her eyes. Before you could get up, she reached for your hand, “will you stay with me, mommy?”

Even before she could get her soft little request out, you knew the answer to her question. You nodded and her little face lit up happily, “of course I will, my little love.”

You went to the other side of the bed and got in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into you. She sighed contently, clutching onto her stuffed dog and her hand. She mumbled a soft I love you, which you eagerly repeated to her, and it wasn’t long before you heard her snoring.

At least you knew she was safe and sound for the time being. You couldn’t fix it, but you could make her feel better. Fortunately, it wasn’t too long before you fell asleep either.

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When Steve woke up, he rolled over and reached for you, as had become his routine since you’d moved in. But this morning, he found your side of the bed empty and cold. You’d been gone for a while. It was still early, so you wouldn’t have been at work and it was too silent if you were in the kitchen.

With a groan he rolled out of the bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He pulled on a shirt and walked into the hallway, listening for anything suspicious. But nothing reached him except for the early morning stillness.

“Daisy? Angel?” no answer reached his ears so he walked down the hall towards Daisy’s room. The door was cracked open and he lightly pushed it further and stepped inside. The sight in front of him made his heart full to bursting. You were sprawled on your back and Daisy was curled up into your side, her little arm flung over your stomach, “oh, my girls.”

Like a moth drawn to a flaw, at the sound of his voice you slowly opened your eyes, blinking away the bleariness until you saw him. A smile spread across your features as you mouth a small hello at him.

Daisy was still sleeping so you maneuvered out from under her as best as you could. She was out cold and didn't even make a sound. You padded over to him and he wrapped you up in a warm hug.

"Hey baby," he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you curled up into his warm body as much as you could, “c’mon. Let’s firstly get some coffee.”

“Ahh yes,” you grinned as he led you out of Daisy’s room, “my one allotted cup of coffee for the day.”

“It’s something,” his laugh was magical as he took you down the stairs and to the kitchen. It had been so easy to fall into a routine with him, to fall into a comfortable life with him and Daisy. It always felt like this was exactly where you were meant to be. You’d never been more thankful for deciding to get coffee that fateful afternoon when you met him, “what were you doing with Daisy? She normally comes into our bed.”

“Yeah,” a little pout settled on your features and Steve wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. But he could also tell that something was up when you remained silent for a moment, “it was the middle of the night when I went to the bathroom and stopped to get water, when Daisy found me. Poor thing wasn’t feeling good at all, Stevie.”

“Oh no,” he ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. He hated the idea that his baby girl was sick and there was nothing he could do to help. If it was possible, he would have traded places with her without hesitation, “I should have known…when I picked her up after school yesterday her teacher said that a bunch of kids had gotten sick that week. I just hate that it’s our daughter.”

Our daughter. That still made butterflies flutter in your tummy every time. Even though you knew it was true, and you absolutely considered her yours, it still made you so happy to realize that both of them felt the same.

“Me too,” you agreed, leaning against the counter and gratefully accepting the cup of coffee he’d prepared just how you liked it, “she asked if I could stay with her when I got her back to bed. I couldn’t say no to her.”

“I don’t think anyone can,” he clinked his mug against yours, “we’ll just have to keep an eye on her and make sure she rests.”

“Yeah,” you mused for a moment, “I’ll make some soup and when she gets up I can give her a bath. Whatever she needs.”

“As if she wasn’t already spoiled enough,” maybe spoiled but still a well behaved and wonderful kid, “how are you feeling today, angel? Any nausea or anything?”

“I’m feeling pretty good,” you reached over and touched his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek. He really was such a good man, always so attentive and loving, “much better than I have been. And yes, my love, don’t worry, I’d tell you if anything was off.”

“Good,” he stole a few kisses but before anything could go further, you heard the soft pitter patter of footsteps on the kitchen tile. His face lit up when he spotted his daughter, immediately crouching down and holding up out his arms. She made a small muffled sound before throwing herself at him, “hi kiddo.”

“Daddy,” her voice was muffled as she buried her face into his chest. He peppered her face in kisses as he picked her up and settled her on his hip, “mommy.”

“Daisy,” he teased her softly before peppering her face in kisses, “are you feeling any better, kiddo?”

“No,” she sniffled and wiped at her stuffy nose, “I feel like poop.”

If she hadn’t been feeling so bad, you might have laughed; you could see Steve trying to hold back a smile, “don’t worry, babe, I’ll take care of you today and will try to make it all better.”

“I don’t have to go to school?”

“No,” he promised her, “definitely not. Right now all you have to do is to get better.”

“Okay,” she looked between the two of you, “can you both stay with me today?”

“I have to go to work,” if he hadn’t been in the middle of a huge project - or had such a wonderful partner in you - he would have stayed home in an instant, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“But if it makes it any better, I’m going to stay home with you,” her eyes were glossy and hazy but there was a spark to them when she realized that you were to be home, “and we can do whatever you want today.”

“Okay,” she nodded seriously, “can I have cereal?”

“Sure,” Steve set her down and she came over to you, wrapping her arms around your legs. He was weak at the sight and quickly kissed the both of you, “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get dressed and get going. I’ll call school and let them know that neither of you are going to make it in today.”

“My hero,” you’d miss your classroom of kiddos, but your kiddo needed you now, “I love you, Stevie.”

He paused for a moment, all heart-eyed and soft, “I love you too. I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Oh,” your eyes widened in surprise before softening. You were definitely looking forward to that too, “me too, Steve. Me too. But right now, you need to get going, love. We’re not going anywhere…never.”

“I know,” he really had the sweetest smile that made you want to melt into a puddle, “I’ll see all three of you tonight.”

“Bye daddy,” Daisy waved a little hand at him, “have a good day!”

“I will,” he promised, “and you feel better.”

“Okay!”

“Okay.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #stranger things

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