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brittscafe · 3 months

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hiii! i really really really like REALLY loved your content, especially jjk ones bcs it helps me A LOT with my sadness while watching S2 lolll

can i request a fic?? nanami x fem!reader - reader starts overthinking about their relay with nanami that seemed distant rn bcs nanami always comes back home late with his constant overtime BUT nanami doesn't notice about it. so, one night there's just an argument about this and nanami accidentally slips off 'i never ask you to stay with me' in which hurts reader A LOT - eventually leads nanami to his realization and they finally make up when they're about to sleep (nanami saying sorry while hugging from behind and asking reader to snuggle with him)

i'm sorry if there's too much angst 😭 and i'm sorry if there are grammatical errors since eng isn't my first language 🙏🏻 but i really hope you will take this into consideration hehe

Hi! Thank you!!! <3 Really missing Nanami rn 😩 Sorry, this literally took me forever to writeeee

Nanami Kento is the hardest worker you know. He's always staying late at work and doing overtime. He doesn't seem to notice how it effects you though.

The endless nights you stay awake, sitting at the counter and your foot repeatedly tapping the ground below your, your right leg shaking rapidly.

The nervous build up in your stomach that makes you nauseous and your head spin. Of course, Nanami always comes home to you, but he's distant and you can't hide the way you feel any longer.

The front door clicks open and Nanami's tall figure walks inside, a deadpan expression on his face.

"Hey Nanami...can we talk?" you speak up quietly. Nanami's eyes meet yours for a split second and his breath hitches in his throat.

"Sure," he nods his head, setting his suitcase down. You shift your weight in the chair that you're sitting in and clear your throat.

"I have to be honest, I'm a little upset with you. You constantly work overtime and I stay up all night waiting up for you," you sigh out and Nanami cocks an eyebrow.

"You don't have to wait up for me. I've told you that multiple times, y/n. You know that I work late," Nanami explains with a firm voice that brings you little to no comfort.

"I know, but I feel like I'm being treated unfairly. I wish you would spend more time with me after work, especially since I spend most of mine time here alone. It's not fair," you explain, a frown tugging on your face.

Nanami shifts his weight and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I never asked you to stay with me." his words are cruel and cut into your feelings like a sharp knife. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes open.

Wow.

You stare at Nanami in disbelief and the tears start to well up in your eyes. You tear your gaze away from Nanami and lower your head down, trying to swallow your hurt.

"Ok," you mumble out underneath your breath, walking off and into your bedroom.

Nanami blinks with confusion and clears his throat, shaking it off as he sits down on the couch. His mind ponders on what he did wrong as he chews on his bottom lip.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips and he runs his fingers through his hair with frustration.

An hour or so passes and it's bedtime. The door clicks open to your shared bedroom and Nanami's eyes lock onto you in your pjs. You glance over at him over your shoulder as you pull back the comforter.

The room is silent and Nanami clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"Y/n," he calls out, his voice barely above a whisper. You easily hear his voice, but ignores it. Nanami steps closer to you, clearing his throat.

"Y/n," he speaks again, this time his voice louder and clearer. You glance over at him, curling the comforter up in your fists and letting out an annoyed sigh.

"What?" you mumble out.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier. It just slipped out," Nanami speaks calmly and you chew on your bottom lip.

"I thought you didn't want me to stay with you," you scoff quietly, scowling back at him. Nanami face drops and he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He pulls your back into your chest and nuzzles his head onto your shoulder. You can feel his warm breath on your neck and it sends a chill down your spine.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I do want you to stay with me. I promise," he speaks softly, his voice comforting you. You release the tight grip that you have on the comforter and grab onto Nanami's forearms.

"Ok," you nod your head.

"Do you forgive me? Please? You know I can't go to bed without you," Nanami begs you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You giggle as his lips tickle your skin and the sound of your laughter makes Nanami's lips curl up into a tiny grin.

"Yes, I forgive you, Kento. Come here," you whisper, spinning around and gathering him in your arms. Nanami's arms wrap around your back and flatten against them.

You run your fingers through his blonde hair, massaging his scalp as you two fall back into the bed. Nanami's legs are spread out across the bed as he lays on top of you, his head resting on your chest.

He listens to the rhythm of your steady heartbeat as you warm hands running up and down his back make his eyelids heavy.

He's so thankful for you and that you spend so much time with you and staying up late.

Nanami asks you to move in with him a few days later...

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iwritefandomimagines · 1 year

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HE’S NOT YOU — JAMIE TARTT

masterlist

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

description: as a chelsea women’s player, you’re well acquainted with the men’s team too. given that before you signed for chelsea you had joked that mason mount was your only other footballer crush, jamie is less than impressed by your friendship.

warnings: swearing, jealous!jamie (can regular readers tell i’m a sucker for jealousy fics lmao), also ft. roy being an advice giving legend. soft in the end <3

author’s note: i picked mason because i love him lol sorry this was self-indulgent. based on a request for jealous jamie :-) enjoy & thank u as ever for reading x

“You comin’ over tonight then, babe?”

Jamie’s eyes bored into yours as his hands firmly gripped your waist, both of you leaning on the wall of the Richmond changing room about to head out.

You’d come to watch him train early, as you had the weekend off training yourself and wanted a little extra time with your boyfriend.

Well, that and you’d made evening plans with some of your Chelsea teammates and the men’s team too, and you didn’t want Jamie to be disappointed when you reminded him you were busy tonight.

“Sorry baby, I’ve got plans with the squad tonight, remember?” you pouted, and you watched his face drop, “I mean— you can come too if you’d like?”

“Is it just your squad or… like, Chelsea?”

You narrowed your eyes at this question, but before you could ask why it mattered, your phone buzzed and you pulled it out to see a message in your group chat.

MASON: what time did we agree again?

Jamie couldn’t help the way that his eyes snapped down to your phone, and you noticed the scowl that spread on his face at the sight of the message.

“Yeah, you know what, I will come,” he puffed out his chest a little, standing up straight and running a hand through his hair, “What’s the plan, princess?”

You were more than confused by his reaction, “Uh, we’re just going to get drinks somewhere. Are you alright? Why do you look like I’ve just hidden your hair products and not like I’ve invited you on a night out?”

He crossed his arms over his chest with a scoff, “I don’t. Am fine. Text me where to meet you and I’ll be there. See you later, babe.”

Before you could ask again why he was being so strange about this, he’d kissed you on the forehead and turned to leave.

“I’m guessing by the look on his face, that message was from Mason Mount?” suddenly Roy Kent had appeared at your side, his arms crossed and his brow quirked.

You nodded, but huffed as you replied, “Yeah it was. But what does that matter?”

You had been surprised with how close you’d become to Roy in the time that you’d known him — both as a legend at your own club and one at Richmond.

But, and in particular when you started dating Jamie, he’d been like an older brother to you — always checking in to make sure Jamie treated you right, giving you advice (as best as the grumpy old man could, anyway).

You were eternally grateful for how he treated you, though right now you had no fucking clue what he was talking about.

“C’mon, Y/N/N,” he raised his eyebrow even more, like you were an idiot for not realising the problem. Maybe you were, “Before you signed for Chelsea, you told Jamie that you had a thing for Mason. However stupid your little crush was, he’s obviously not happy that you’re friends with him now.”

Wow. Okay.

“We’re just friends, though, and it’s not like I’d be spending the night alone with him,” you frowned, feeling guilty that your boyfriend felt that way and that he didn’t feel that he could talk to you about it.

“It doesn’t help that Jamie’s had a tough season and your new star boy mate is this season’s top scorer (a/n: 😐 like i said, self-indulgent lol) and he plays for your club,” Roy shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “He just sees him as competition. And he’s not going to tell you that.”

Before he could react, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug, “Thanks Roy, you’re the best. I’m gonna go speak to him about it.”

“Oi, oi,” he pulled back a little, but not entirely as this was you, “Alright. Go get him out of his little tantrum. And say hi to the Chelsea lot for me.”

“Will do, Kent, will do.”

You pulled out your phone again as he walked away with a low chuckle.

Y/N: J, babe, where are you? can i come get ready at yours tonight please? x

JAMIE: you sure you want to? but yeah sure x

Y/N: don’t be daft, of course i do. i’ve got some stuff to do quickly and then i’ll be at yours, ok? x

JAMIE: ok, princess. see you soon x

You turned up to his house two hours later, and when you knocked the front door he answered in seconds, like he’d been anxiously waiting for you.

You slung your bag down from your shoulder, placing it by the front door and scooping your arms around your neck to kiss him, “Hey, baby.”

“Hiya,” he smiled, kissing you back for a moment, “What made ya want to come here and get ready?”

He seemed uncharacteristically shy as he asked this, as though he was worried about your answer.

“You want the honest answer?”

“Well, yeah. Course. Unless it’s bad. Is it bad?”

“Roy told me how you feel about me being mates with Mase,” okay, maybe you shouldn’t have called him that in this conversation, but you pressed on, “I wanted to talk to you about it, because I didn’t realise you felt like that.”

He swallowed thickly, frowning down at you as you followed him into the living room to continue the conversation.

“Is this the part where you tell me you’re seeing him behind me back or something? Or that you don’t want me to come tonight?”

You sighed, shaking your head and grabbing both of his hands in yours, “The opposite, J.”

He shrugged, “I’d get it. He’s Mason fuckin’ Mount and you’ve fancied him forever. At least his club don’t hate him (a/n: once again self indulgent here) and he’s scoring goals left right and fucking centre at the minute.”

Once again you hooked your arms around him, pulling him closer to you as you forced eye contact.

“Jam, I’m not seeing him and I wouldn’t want to. I have you, and you’re all I want. Sure, I do think you’re fit as fuck on the pitch, but I don’t just fancy you ‘cause you’re a good footballer,” you pleaded with him, and his face softened, “I don’t have a thing for Mason, and scoring goals is hardly gonna swing that for me. I joked that I thought he was attractive before I knew him, yeah, but he’s just a mate and I don’t look at him like that. He’s not you, Jamie, he’ll never be you.”

He seemed half-satisfied by this for a moment, before gritting his teeth and shaking his head, “He plays for your club though, you go for coffee all the time, you have a laugh with him while I’ve been a miserable prick ‘cause I’m playing like fuckin’ shit at the moment.”

It broke your heart to hear him say that, and suddenly you felt like an absolute arsehole for not noticing how he felt sooner and doing something about it.

“Who he plays for doesn’t matter, neither does the fact I like his company as a friend,” you pouted, “But I haven’t done a good enough job of making that clear, and I promise I’ll make sure I do in future because I never want you to feel insecure. I love you, J. Just you. And the fact that you’re struggling at the moment just makes me want to help you, not fuck you off for someone else.”

He kissed you softly, a sort of subtle thank you gesture for your words, even though you weren’t sure he entirely believed them.

He’d never been insecure before, always so certain of himself.

But when it came to you, he was always worried that he wasn’t good enough and you’d realise that eventually.

“We don’t have to go tonight, you know that yeah?” you asked, pushing a hair that had fallen from behind his hair band into his face, “We can do something just me and you. Or stay in.”

He shook his head, “Nah, we should go. It’ll be fun, and I probably should meet him without being a prick to him because I get so jealous that I usually am.”

“It’s fair enough,” you shrugged, “But he’s lovely, and he’s a big fan of you. Thinks you’re class, and wants you to sign for us if anything.”

This seemed to perk Jamie up more, both because it meant Mason was well aware you were taken and because he thought he was class.

“Maybe I should,” he smirked, kissing your nose.

“Now c’mon, if we’re going out I need to get ready,” you hummed, “I look like shit and if I’m going to show up with my hot boyfriend for the first time, I have to try and look at least slightly close to your league.”

He scoffed, “Don’t be daft, you’re gorgeous. World class. Can’t wait to show off my girl.”

You beamed, blushing crimson under his intense gaze before he leaned in and kissed you again.

“I can’t believe you’d think I’d ever want anyone else when I’ve got Jamie fuckin’ Tartt, eh?”

“You know what, princess, you’re right.”

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thank you for reading !!! i hope this was okay, sorry if it’s a little messy but it was fun to write because i <3 soft jamie and also love mason mount ridiculous amounts lmao so this was based on a jealousy request but also v self indulgent.

if you have more requests please let me know — and in the meantime here is my masterlist!

#jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso imagine #jamie tartt jealous #mason mount

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mylovelies-docx · 11 months

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Sorry, I Love You - Prologue

We did it! We did it! We did it! Yay!

Since you guys are awesome and helped me reach 100 followers, here is the prologue to my new Bucky x Reader fic Sorry, I Love You inspired by the Stray Kids song of the same title (also, stream 5-Star on your favorite music app!)

This is a friends-with-benefits - to - strangers - to - something that I haven't written yet. I've got 5 chapters completed and no idea where the story will take me. I'll add tags as we go!

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Friends with Benefits, angst, unrequited feelings, Natasha being a Good Friend. This is just the Prologue, so a lot more to come!

Word Count: 700

Let's go!

You hide your feelings as deep as you can, but they bubble over. You can’t help but stare dreamily when his face morphs in happiness as his eyes squint when he laughs with the guys over a pint of Asgardian liquor.

You know your face says everything you won’t. When you meet Natasha’s gaze from across the table as Bucky throws his head back in an exaggerated groan at something Sam said, you immediately straighten your spine and wipe all traces of love sickness from your face. She softens her brows and gives you a pitying look you can’t stand.

You stand from where you’re sitting, disturbing the group’s conversation going on around you while you’re distracted by the highlights and shadows of Bucky’s mouth. His bright blue eyes meet yours, slightly fuzzy from the amount of Asgardian liquor flowing through his system, and he smiles at you from one side of his mouth.

“Where ya’ goin’, sweetheart?” Bucky basically yells from three seats away. “The party ain’t over yet!”

You laugh and drain what’s left of your drink before slamming it down and taking a small step backwards. You scrunch your face up and shake your head at the burn.

“It is for me, Barnes. You guys know it’s way past my bedtime.”

Everyone either laughs at your self-deprecating statement or starts complaining about you being lame. You smile brightly as you tell everyone good night and make your way out of the room. You immediately know you're not alone in leaving the table when you hear more exaggerated complaining from the group following someone else’s goodbye.

“Hey!”

Nat’s voice reaches your ears just as she grabs your arm and walks beside you. You both make your way towards the residential quarters where you and Nat share the same floor. The walk is quiet. Neither of you speak all the way to the elevator and the entire ride up. The hand she grabbed you with has looped through your elbow and pulled you close. You both lean back against the shiny surface of the carriage wall, listening to the soft AC/DC coming from the speakers. Freaking Tony Stark, you think to yourself, hiding a small, fond smile.

Nat breaks the silence as the ring of the bell ushers the opening of the elevator doors. Her arm tightens around your own, pulling you closer into her side.

“Are you good to go on the mission with Barnes later this year?” Although Nat asks the question bluntly, her tone of voice is gentle.

You snort and turn to look at her with a confused look on your face.

“Yeah?” you respond. You know that she knows that you know why she needs to ask the question, but you refuse to admit anything out loud.

“It’s just,” Natasha sighs and drops your arm, turning to face you, “this is a close quarters kind of mission – I don’t want you doing something stupid.”

“Wow, Nat.” You huff and cross your arms protectively in front of your chest, continuing down the hallway at the slow pace you’d set. “Tell me how you really feel.”

She closes her eyes and waves a hand in front of her face, acting like she’s batting her last words out of the air.

“Not stupid,” she clarifies, “I meant I don’t want your feelings for Barnes to make you think there’s something there when there really isn't.” Nat gives you a reproachful look when you start to deny it. “I know this is something you and he talk about sometimes, where he says he’s not looking for a relationship. But, hon, you’re always looking at him like you want one.”

You stare straight ahead to avoid her gaze, worrying your lips with the blunt edges of your teeth. A jittery, painful feeling fills you at the mere thought of whatever it is you have with Bucky ending like you know it will. This ‘relationship’ that isn't really a relationship.

“I don’t mean to,” you whisper pitifully.

“I know,” she soothes, removing your lip from your teeth with her thumb and using the other hand to rub your arm. “It’s just a crush – it’ll go away.”

You both hear the doubt in her words.

PART 1

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #100 followers #Sorry

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zombholic · 7 months

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hii me again (the one that just texted about forgotten ask) but it was about abby (i had a doctor!abby in mind but it’s up to you) couple of days ago it was basically about hurt/comfort, angst type of thing where you know they fight, scream and cry and then kiss and make up, and talk and whole lot of fluff, and apologize<3 but you can write it as you see fit (obviously, it’s your work) but it was just an idea, cause i’m a sucker for this type of fics😭(i basically just wrote the whole plot here cause i didn’t want you to look for it)

JEALOUS GIRL — abby anderson

summary — basically what anon said ^

description — poc!fem reader with bpd, doctor!abby, angsty, very angry reader.

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You and Abby had went to her best friend’s birthday get together, Leah. You quite honestly couldn’t stand that stuck up piece of shit, she has no problem flirting with your girlfriend in front of you like you’re not there. Abby is one of those girls where you have to tell her you have feelings for her or else she thinks you’re just being friendly, how else did you guys start dating to begin with.

Your girlfriend was sat on the couch next to Leah, who was too close for comfort. Nora had pulled you aside to have a drink with you, she was your favorite honestly, the complete opposite of Leah yet somehow all of them get along her.

“You said you were going to college soon right?” Nora was trying to make conversation with you but your glare never left the couch, you try to stay calm and collected around Abby’s friends since they were much older but seeing her grab onto your girlfriends arm like that made you want to violently grab her head and smash it into your knee.

“Y/n?” Nora waved her hand in front of your out of touch face, blinking your eyes a couple of times you looked over at her “Sorry, I get distracted easily. Yeah I’m going to start my career in becoming a veterinarian.” You gave her an apologetic smile.

The rest of the night stayed like that, Leah basically begging for Abby to fuck her right in front of you. Your blood was boiling to the point your body started heating up, if anyone touched you they would get third degree burns. When it was finally time to leave you swore all love for Abby was pushed deep inside leaving you filled with anger.

“Lemme get the door fo—“ “I can open the door for my fucking self.” You shoved her hand away from the handle of her car, getting inside and slamming it so hard it almost shook the whole car. Abby looked at you with the most confused expression plastered across her face “What’s wrong with you?” She started her engine before going back to look at you “Don’t fucking talk to me right now.” Your arms were crossed over your chest, your nails digging deep into your boiling flesh.

The rest of the ride back home lingered with tension and anger fuming from you. Right as she parked the car you were quick to get out repeatedly the same action to slam the door, walking inside your shared home with her you shut the door right before she walked in. Storming up to the shared bedroom you started to take your shoes off, wanting nothing more than to just lay down.

“Y/n, what is your actual problem?” Abby walked over to you as she grabbed your arm as gently as she could she needed you to look at her. Abby was big on communication and you weren’t, you both having very different lives that to you communication wasn’t a thing when you were angry, your anger never regulated properly only going from zero to hundred in a matter of seconds.

When you got angry, you weren’t you like someone else stepped into your body and did whatever it took to defend yourself from any pain. “For a fucking Doctor you’re really fucking stupid.” The words spitting out of your mouth were laced with venom, Abby taken aback from the sudden insult “Why are you being so disrespectful?” You laughed at her lack of situational awareness “Wow you’re really stupid Abby, you have the audacity to say im disrespectful when you were basically fucking Leah right in front of me!” Your hands clenched into a tight fist, nails digging into your palms it’s like all your emotions were turned off but anger.

“Calling me stupid isn’t going to make this situation any better, I suggest you fix your attitude then come speak to me.” You knew you pushed her buttons badly, Abby grabbed her pajamas before heading to the guest room but not before slamming the door.

You sat on your bed trying to calm yourself down only failing when you start sobbing into the pillow. Why do you always do this? Always quick to attack before anything else. God she was going to leave you wasn’t she? Abby can’t handle someone like you. You’re too much to handle, this is why you can’t keep a relationship.

Horrible thoughts ran through your head at hundreds miles per hour causing you to sob harder into the pillow, you hated that you couldn’t be normal, why couldn’t you just talk to her?

You decided to change into your pajamas before heading over to the guest room where you saw Abby reading a book, so focused she didn’t notice you by the doorway. “Are you gonna leave me?” You felt the tears form back into your eyes streaming down your face, the swelling and tightness in your throat hurting, you quickly covered your mouth with the back of your hand trying not to sob.

Abby was quick to put the book down, walking over to you to embrace you into her arms, her hand coming to hold the back of your head trying to soothe you. Sobbing into her chest you apologized profusely “I’m so— sorry Abby, I don’t know why I do that.” You managed to say between hiccups and sobs.

“Baby, baby look at me.” She held your face in her hands making you look at her, you saw the expression on her face soften seeing her lover cry like that felt like pins and needles in her heart “I’m not going to leave you, ever. I love you, I just need you to work on communicating with me and I will help you with that. I don’t think you realize how much your words actually hurt.” Her thumbs wiping every tear that fell down your puffed up face.

“Now tell me why you were so angry with me earlier?” Her soft blue orbs never leaving your tear filled eyes. “I just didn’t like how Leah was all over you, she was grabbing your arm and leaning on you, it made me uncomfortable and mad.” She acknowledged every word you said “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice what she was doing, i’ll talk to her about it and it will never happen again, I promise you baby.” She pressed her soft lips against yours, the most gentle kiss she’s ever given you.

“I love you Y/n and I’m going to marry you someday so don’t ever think that I will leave you.” You giggled a little at her marriage comment before you grabbed her face and kissed her deeply.

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authors note — i hope this is what u were looking for!! btw i have bpd so everything i wrote is everything i feel when im angry😭

#lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #the last of us ii #the last of us #tlou #abby anderson #tlou2 #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby the last of us #tlou abby #abby x you #abby x reader #abby tlou #doctor!abby #bpd rage #bpd

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bruhman745 · 2 years

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wrote another short for @shepscapades ethubs dbhc au!! highly recommend reading her comic (and looking at her AMAZING art) before reading!

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“Bdubs.”

“Yes, my love?”

Etho smiled.

“I have a theory.”

Bdubs looked up at Etho from his place on the dirt, already pulling off his gardening gloves.

“A theory? What, you a scientist or something?” he snickered. Etho offered him a hand to get to his feet, and he took it.

“If I’m a scientist, I’m not a very good one,” he chuckled. “But I guess I’m just curious. You wanna test it out with me?”

They had been more than a human and his android friend for a while now, so Etho had taken to his own head to do a bit of… personal research. He wanted to show more affection in the way humans did, just to show Bdubs how much he cared, and he’d found some, confusing but interesting results. After looking into it further and diving deep into some sketchy forums, he was pretty sure this would work.

Bdubs rose an eyebrow, frowning.

“With you?” He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “This isn’t something… weird, is it? Because that’s the vibe I’m getting here!”

Etho rose an eyebrow.

“Weird? How so?”

“Like- Like, I dunno! It seems like you’re propositioning me for somethin’!”

“Is that what you think of me? Wow, Bdubs-”

“No, no no! Don’t you twist my words-” Bdubs huffed, then stamped his foot in the dirt. “Gah! You always do this! Seriously, they make you things way too smart-” He pinched his brows. “Nevermind. You can’t just ask me to test something with you while looking at me like- Like that! It’s weird, and you’re making Bdubs’ mind go to places Bdubs’ mind shouldn’t!”

Etho blinked.

“Looking at you like what?” He wasn’t making a face, was he? Bdubs couldn’t even see half of his face! There was no way he could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his eyes-

“Nevermind! Let’s just-” Bdubs waved a hand and turned, “-go do whatever it is you want me to. Make this quick, though – I’ve got moss to get back to!”

“Your moss will be just fine, don’t worry,” Etho smiled, taking Bdubs’ hand to lead him back to the house.

They got a few feet further before Bdubs grumbled, “I can walk myself, y’know,” but he didn’t let go.

Etho led him inside and shut the door. He let Bdubs set his things down and get comfortable, watching him quietly. Eventually, Bdubs stopped trotting around, absentmindedly mumbling to himself, and stood in front of Etho again with his hands on his hips. He narrowed his eyes again.

"What's this experiment then, huh? You gonna strap me to a table and probe me or something?"

"If that's what you want, then-"

"No! Don't finish that sentence! I don't want that at all!"

Etho laughed, "Really? Are you-"

"Yes I'm sure!" Bdubs poked him in the chest. "Just get on with it!"

Etho stepped closer to Bdubs, studying him for a moment. He noted that his body temperature had risen, his face subtly flushed, but didn't think much of it. He was just outside working all day, after all. It only made sense.

"Close your eyes."

Bdubs frowned.

"What, are you gonna rob me or something? You know I've got nothin' worth robbing!" He crossed his arms over his chest, moss shedding from his sleeves with the movement. Etho made a note to buy a lint roller later.

"I know. I carry your things for you,” he deadpanned, earning some more disgruntled noises from Bdubs.

“Ugh, fine! I guess I’ll do it,” he huffed and turned his nose up. He squeezed his eyes shut, and Etho watched him carefully. He waited, just a few seconds, and Bdubs peeked just one eye open.

“Liar,” he teased, and Bdubs threw his arms up.

“You didn’t do anything! You’re tellin’ me to close my eyes and then not doing anything, how am I not gonna look?! You could be stealing my stuff!”

“What stuff?”

“Oh you-” Bdubs snapped his mouth shut, cutting himself off, then turned. He walked a little circle before planting himself right back in the same spot, reassuming his arms-crossed stance. “Fine, I’ll actually close my eyes this time. Happy?”

Etho watched him shut his eyes a second time and smiled, “Very.”

He waited another moment and, when Bdubs didn’t open his eyes again, he stepped closer.

Careful, he thought. It is a delicate process for humans to get to this step in their relationships. I cannot mess this up.

He brought his hand up to gently grace Bdubs’ cheek, fingers brushing warm skin. He caught the sharp inhale from the other, and he hesitated.

“Is this alright?”

Bdubs just nodded, his jaw taught and shoulders tense. Etho worried he’d overstepped.

“I need verbal confirmation.” He didn’t, but he wanted it.

“Yes- I said make this quick, didn’t I?”

Etho hummed, “Yes, you can’t leave your moss waiting.”

His fingers slid further back, his palm cupping Bdubs’ face. He was warm to the touch, and for a moment Etho worried he was developing a fever when he remembered that this was normal in this situation. He dipped his hand down to trace Bdubs’ jaw, pausing as he felt the pulse pick up beneath his touch.

120 BPM, he measured. Interesting.

He pressed his palm to Bdubs’ skin, cupping his cheek. He felt him shift his weight, eyes catching the way he moved his foot over the floor, his hand slipping from Bdubs’ face as he moved away.

“Hold still for me,” Etho instructed. He couldn’t do this properly if Bdubs continued to squirm.

“I am!”

“You’re not, though.”

Bdubs huffed through his nose, then promptly stopped his fidgeting.

“Thank you,” Etho hummed softly. He swiped his thumb over Bdubs’ skin, and realized he was just stalling. He knew why; Bdubs was human, and he wasn’t. As much research as he’d done couldn’t equal natural ability – instinct. No matter how hard he tried, he could never quite understand fully.

But this could be the first step to trying, and he knew trying was better than nothing. He couldn’t mess this up; he had to take it slow.

Unluckily for him, Bdubs happened to be one of the most impatient people on earth.

“Is this the theory? Are you reading my mind or something? I didn’t give you permission to read my mind – you don’t wanna know what goes on in there!” he rambled. “Not that it’s anything bad, I just don’t think you could handle it. Bdubs’ mind is powerful, you know.”

Etho laughed.

“Shhh. I’m sure it is, but you know I can’t read minds. We’ve been over this before.”

“I know, but you could be lyin’ to me! You’ve done it before-”

“Not on purpose.”

“-and you wouldn’t hesitate to do it again!”

Etho was quickly realizing that if he wanted Bdubs to be quiet, he’d have to make him. He leaned in closer, their faces inches apart. He used his free hand to pull down his mask.

“Bdubs.”

He watched the other’s mouth stop before he said another word, shutting for a moment before he spoke.

“What? What is it? Do I have something on my face?”

Etho was quiet for a moment, then remembered something he’d found in his research. Perfect. He smirked.

“You don’t, and that’s the problem.”

He closed the distance between their lips finally, ignoring the warning flashing at the edge of his vision. He could hear the thirium rushing through his body; he could almost feel Bdubs’ lips against his. Almost.

Their kiss was short, though, because Bdubs quickly shoved him away to an arm’s length, hands grabbing Etho’s shoulders in what could only be bewilderment. His eyes were wide, his mouth was open, and his face was flushed bright red.

“What the hell are you doing?! Why- What-” he stumbled over his words, barely able to form a sentence. “You’re- You just kissed me! Why?! Why would you do that?!”

Etho blinked. He drew his hand back.

“Is that… Is kissing not, okay? I thought-”

“I don’t care what you thought! Why would you do that?! You’re- You’re-” Bdubs stuttered, hands not leaving Etho’s shoulders. Etho dreaded the words he was stuck on, his chest aching already. He wished it was just his thirium pump acting up.

“I’m… not human. I know.” He finished the sentence for him, eyes cast to the ground. “I read that it’s something you do when you want to show affection for someone. I can’t really, you know, do that in the way I would, uh, as an android, with you.” He looked up again, putting a hand over Bdubs’ as he met his eyes. “I overstepped, I’m sorry.”

Bdubs just stared at him, blank-faced. Etho searched his features, trying to find any hint that his apology had been accepted, but Bdubs only blinked.

Then, he laughed.

“Whaat? What are you talking about?” He dropped his hands from Etho’s shoulders. “I’m not mad! I just- I don’t get where all this is comin’ from! I mean, first off, it’s weird kissin’ you- Not in a bad way! Just- I don’t think you were made for that. Your lips are all weird and rubbery and-”

Etho sighed in relief, hanging his head. He put a hand on Bdubs’ shoulder, balancing himself as he laughed loud. Bdubs stopped rambling and frowned.

“What? What’s so funny? Why are you laughing?”

Etho just shook his head, chuckling.

“I’m just so relieved!" he gasped, though he didn't even need the air. "I thought you hated me for a second!"

"I couldn't hate you! If I hated you, you would'a been gone a long time ago, I'll tell you that much." He turned his nose up, then gave Etho a quizzical look. "I just don't get it. You can't even feel any of- well, that! Why kiss me if you're gettin' nothing outta it? It doesn't make any sense!"

Etho's laughter died off, but he let his hand linger on Bdubs' shoulder. He processed the question for a moment, then looked the other in his eyes again.

"I do feel it, though. I'm not supposed to, but I do."

Bdubs rose an eyebrow. He stepped just a pace closer.

"Really? How?" He tilted his head just a few degrees to the right, the action catching Etho's eyes easily. He stared for a moment, fondness warming a smile on his face, before he answered.

"This." He pointed to the damage on the left of his face, touching the part closest to his lips. "It's not a lot, but since I never got it repaired, I have touch sensations here."

Bdubs nodded, hand on his chin as he hummed and thought for a moment. Etho dropped his hand from his shoulder.

"Really? So…" He stepped closer. Etho took the cue, leaning down so they were eye level. "So if I kissed you here, you'd feel it more?"

He put a hand up, just brushing the damaged area. Etho felt it, the warmth of Bdubs' skin flooding his face.

It was… different. Not weird. Just different.

"Yes," he breathed, afraid to move too much.

A warning flashed, "Thirium Pump Irregularity Detected."

Shut up.

Bdubs grinned. His hand pulled Etho's face in closer. Their lips brushed.

"I don't need 'verbal confirmation' for this, do I?"

Etho smiled, "No, you don't."

#dbhc au #ethubs #hermitshipping #shep ur au is making me insane #so im going to make everyone else insane by writing for it #mwah <3 #there will be a continuation to this btw #hermitcraft fic #takes place in s8 btw #if u notice a detail yes its on purpose

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teddypickerry · 2 years

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hii could I pls request Rachel x fem r, maybe they fight about something and up making out ? Thank u in advance

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍.

pairing: rachel green x fem! reader

warnings: none. kind of enemies to lovers but nothing bad 🫶

a/n: changed this request up a little bit, but either way we love a rachel fic!!! we need more. i love my gf <33 this is my worse piece ever guys IM SORRY.

keep it up w the requests!!!

word count: 1.3k

THE MOMENT rachel green strutted through central perk in her wedding gown you vowed to hate her for the rest of your life. her vigorous whining and confusion of common things you learned when you were seven years old were your new normal. it amazed you how the show stopping girl was so out of touch with the world. which is probably why she got so much on your nerves.

it started exactly two weeks ago when you were discussing your best friend chandler's dream, it seemed like moments later the woman bursted through the door begging for monica, your other best friend. you had heard little to nothing about the messy haired woman from your friends. just some comments made when you found monica's old yearbook in your own apartment years ago, and a few compliments on ross's behalf. but the moment the girl walked in the coffee shop she acted like she owned monica. and you didn't like sharing.

despite the moving in without talking to monica, your dark haired friend seemed to not mind one bit as she cleaned out the spare bedroom for the preppy woman. there was multiple times you asked monica (once rachel left the room of course) if she was one hundred percent sure it was okay for her friend to barge in like that. "she has no one, y/n. she doesn't even have two dollars to her name. she was my best friend for years. i'm sure." monica had responded as she made the guest bed. you opened your mouth to reply only to be interrupted before you could even speak. "monica, the mail man gave me his number!" rachel had announced as she entered the room, noticing the pink pillow covers. "do you have any satin covers? it works best for my hair." all you could do was roll your eyes as you went to bug chandler to make you a sandwhich.

the next day, you arrived at monica's in the mid afternoon after work. it was a long and stressful day as per usual. your typical day. the moment you opened the purple door you noticed the girl sat at the table, a hand through her hair as the other balanced a pen. "oh, hey y/n. where have you been all day?"

"um, work. like every other person who doesn't rely on 'daddy's credit card'." you spoke as you made your way to the fridge, pulling out a drink. you heard a dramatic huff as she dropped the pen to the table and turned to you. "and what is that supposed to mean?"

"for your information, y/n, i am not blonde. i have dirty blonde hair. completely different things, practically a brunette." she scoffed as you ignored her words and made your way over towards the couch. you plopped down as you heard her follow you and stand in front of you. "and, i don't rely on my daddy's money. look at me now."

"wow, you've been without your credit card for seventeen hours you should win an award." you spoke sourly as you crossed your arms. rachel shook her head as she put her hands on her hips. "what's your problem?"

you stayed silent as she huffed dramatically once more. your eyes looked up into hers for the first time since she walked through the coffee shop. blue eyes, bright blue eyes. ones that could make one swoon. you understood now why she was the popular high school girl like ross had told you years ago. she was easily one of the prettiest girls you'd ever seen. "i'm waiting."

your words settled in her mind for a moment. the silence of the room killing the both of you. you tried to stand your confident ground but there was something unsettling about calling out the woman who's smile vanished like that. "you think i have a smile that could make everyone fall on their knees?"

you genuinely couldn't believe how self-centered she had to be to say that to you. especially to respond to that part, out of your whole speech. but then she did that smile. that smile that made you want to fall to your knees. her lips curved ever so slightly, the brown lipgloss you were sure she took from monica glossing her lips. her teeth showing so slightly but they were perfectly white. so pretty. her cheeks lightly blushed with makeup she had in her purse. she looked down on you with a sparkle in her eye.

"you like me," rachel smiled simply as she walked away. you pressed your lips together as your eyebrows furrowed and you turned to watch her sit back down at the kitchen table. "what? did you hear nothing i said?"

"yeah, i heard a girl just begging for another girl. i'm flattered really," the blonde girl hummed as she picked up the newspaper and looked through the job section. her silence only infuriated you as you stood up and made your way over to the table. "rachel."

"hm?" the girl hummed as she glanced up at you. you felt the urge to gulp at her eyes on you. there was something nerve wrecking about the way she was looking at you. "i-" you huffed, causing air to come out of your nose. "i hate you."

"yeah?" rachel replied innocently as she stood up and made her to you. which was only a foot away from herself. there was barely any space between the two of you as she got closer and closer. becoming prettier and prettier the closer she had become. her nose nearly brushed yours as you felt her breath on your neck. "do you hate me enough to... not kiss me?"

and that was enough to envelope her in a life threatening kiss. wrapping your arms around her as she cupped your face with one hand and held your pant belt hole with the other. your lips moved in perfect union. the taste of rachel's lip gloss was cozy in your own mouth, it reminded you of hot chocolate on a chilly winter evening. if only rachel were there wrapped in you with a warm blanket, now that would be a perfect winter evening.

"OH MY GOD. MY DREAM CAME TRUE, CHANDLER!" you heard a familiar scream making you yank away from the girl, seeing your group of five standing their in awe. because yeah, you were making out with rachel green.

#rachel green #rachel green x reader #friends #monica geller #phoebe buffay #ross geller #joey tribbiani #chandler bing #rachel green x fem reader

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danisbrainrot · 13 days

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totally ok if you don't want to, but could you write a fic about misty came home after a long day at work and reader wants to comfort her?

adult! misty quigley x reader

ofc!! need more fics about my lovely <333 (she is me and I am her). besides, she deserves better and I refuse to believe she hasn't found someone yet. might have strayed from the original ask a little bit, hope you don't mind!

you hear the keychain in the door, and turn around excitedly under your covers and smile. it takes a while before you see misty walk through the door and flick the lights on, "today was so long," she complained, slipping off her scrubs and crawling into bed. she snuggles in close to you.

"wow, not even gonna get in your pjs first?" you tease, a cheeky grin on your face.

she sits up straight, "oh, of course, I'll do that now," she replies immediately, heading to her closet to change. you feel bad, tempted to tell her you were kidding but she was already changing.

you snuck off your bed, a small smirk on your face as you heard her humming a tune. misty jumped as she felt your arms wrap around her, as you tucked your face in the crook of her neck. "gloria still being a pain?" you ask, kissing a trail up her neck and to her earlobe.

misty began blushing deeply, "not more than usual," she replied, gasping when she felt you bite down on her neck before sucking it better. "let's take this someplace else," she didn't bother getting her pajamas on before pushing you to the bed, a wide grin on her face.

you giggle, wrapping your arms around her neck before the back of your knees hit the bed. falling over, with her on top, your giggles turn into laughter and she pulls back, "did I do something wrong?" she asked, pushing her glasses up her nose nervously.

"no, babe, nothing," you reply, pulling her close again and claiming her lips with your own. she held herself up with her arms, refusing to put her whole weight on you—no matter how often you told her you were fine with it.

you snuggle under the covers, pulling misty close to your chest and resting your chin against her forehead. her body heat combined with the covers making you feel nice and toasty on a partially chilly night. "I forgot to tell you, something came in the mail today," you mumble against her hair.

misty pulled away, looking up at you with a questioning look. "what?" she asked, sitting up. you moan, begging her to stay in bed as she got up, moving the covers off her.

"it's cold, come back here," you bemoan, reaching out for her hand, but she was already out of the room. you sigh, pulling the covers off and following after her. "it's just a postcard, I promise it'll be there tomorrow," however, when you saw the horrified look on your girlfriend's face, you immediately knew that it wasn't just a postcard.

she holds it up so you can see, "who gave this to you?" she questions. suddenly you feel like a suspect being interrogated by the police—reminding you of how the two of you had met over citizens detective reddit. "where did this come from?"

". . . the mail?" you answer, confused on why she thought this was such a big deal. "it's just someone sending you a—" as the words spilled from your lips, you realise it was over the canadian wilderness and suddenly remember everything misty had told you about the crash. "do you think someone's blackmailing you?" crossing your arms over your chest, you see her face darken.

she shakes her head, "it's probably nothing, just that reporter lurking around trying to get a story," she smiles unconvincingly, and you can tell she doesn't want you to know, "come on, let's go to bed," you nod, wrapping an arm around her.

you could tell she was up all night thinking about that postcard, waiting for you to fall asleep before pulling out a list of suspects. you snuggle into her side, hoping that it was nothing serious—she didn't want to tell you what happened out there, and you weren't going to push; you could only wonder what that postcard could meant.

#misty quigley x reader #fluff #blurb #fanfic #misty quigley #yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets #misty x reader #comfort #wlw #danisasks #yj #yj fanfic #dani's fics <3

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missacidburn928 · 3 months

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Happy Hump Day!

I just posted my first Eddie Munson fic on my ao3!

Happy Reading Heathens 😈

(divider by @firefly-graphics)

Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader

We've been best friends with benefits for years, Eddie and I. We both have even had partners and just paused the benefits when it would happen. We've never really were able to commit to any one other than each other. I'm over being antsy though and have chosen just say fuck it and make the decision to finally make this something more.

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain? When toxic shit tastes just like candy And love might be lit, but I'm scared of what it might demand of me No wonder I'm antsy

Eddie Munson. The King to my Queen of the outcasts. He’s loud, quirky, boisterous and the best friend a girl could ask for. Not to mention he is hotter than sin. Those curls always begging to be twisted around my fingers. Good thing our friendship has benefits of the sexual variety attached to it.

“Earth to Siren.” Fingers snap in front of my face. “What’s got you so spacey Songbird?”

“Huh?” I turn to him. A look of confusion crossing my face.

“Wow, you were really lost there weren't ya? Bet you didn't hear a single word of what I have planned for the next Hellfire session did you?”

I scrunch my nose. Biting my lip in embarrassment. “Um. Sorry?”

“You're lucky you're so damn cute otherwise I might take offense to such a disregard to my misadventures.”

“I didn’t mean to drift off. Promise. Tell me again. You’ll have my full attention this time.”

“Nah. Moments passed. Now I want to know what had you so lost in your head. Care to share?”

He’s giving me those damn puppy dog eyes again. I’m sure he thinks I’ll just squirm and come up with some lie. Why not give it to him straight and throw him for a loop.

Keep Reading

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #poc reader

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months

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Time After Time

Word Count: 3152

Summary:

Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader We've been best friends with benefits for years, Eddie and I. We both have even had partners and just paused the benefits when it would happen. We've never really were able to commit to any one other than each other. I'm over being antsy though and have chosen just say fuck it and make the decision to finally make this something more. Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain? When toxic shit tastes just like candy And love might be lit, but I'm scared of what it might demand of me No wonder I'm antsy

Warnings: 18+

Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Best Friends, Love Confessions, Anxiety, Porn with Feelings

Notes:

This is my first Eddie fic so please be kind. Also this is heavily inspired by the song Antsy by UPSAHL. Lyrics will be used from this amazing song in the fic (in bold italics) I do not own the rights to the song in any way. I hope you enjoy this porn with feelings. Happy Reading Heathens! 😈 Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Earth to Siren.” Fingers snap in front of my face. “What’s got you so spacey Songbird?”

“Huh?” I turn to him. A look of confusion crossing my face.

“Wow, you were really lost there weren't ya? Bet you didn't hear a single word of what I have planned for the next Hellfire session did you?”

I scrunch my nose. Biting my lip in embarrassment. “Um. Sorry?”

“You're lucky you're so damn cute otherwise I might take offense to such a disregard to my misadventures.”

“I didn’t mean to drift off. Promise. Tell me again. You’ll have my full attention this time.”

“Nah. Moments passed. Now I want to know what had you so lost in your head. Care to share?”

He’s giving me those damn puppy dog eyes again. I’m sure he thinks I’ll just squirm and come up with some lie. Why not give it to him straight and throw him for a loop.

“A couple of things, actually. Grabbing a handful of that unruly mane of yours while I make a mess on your lap as I ride your dick. I might have gone and caught very real feelings for you after all this time. And playing the new song I wrote. Unfortunately only one of those things can happen as everyone should be getting here soon to chill and jam out.” I shrug as if it’s no big deal and wander over to my guitar case. My acoustic waiting inside for me to do my thing and make some magic.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come again, sugar? You buried the lead there. You have feelings for me?”

“That’s what your brain latched onto? Not the sex but the feelings?”

“Oh we’ll get to you riding me. Trust me. That is inevitable. But I need some clarification first. What kind of feelings are we talking about?”

“Don’t be so daft Batboy. You know exactly what type of feelings I’m referring to. The kind we said we wouldn’t let happen once we started sleeping together years ago. The whole reason we dated other people and put a separation between our sex life and our friendship.”

“So you’re in love with me huh?” He’s looking at me with this strange glint in his eyes I’ve never really noticed before.

“Uh..” I can’t help the awkward laugh that escapes my throat. “Yeah. I think so.”

I watch a smile spread across his face. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, there’s a knock at the trailer door followed by Dustin and Steve barging in.

“What’s the point of knocking if you’re just going to walk right in.” He grits out.

“Curtesy mostly.” Dustin quips.

I breathe a quick sigh of relief. I’m saved from my confession. At least for now. “Well once everyone is here and gets settled, I have something I want ya’ll to hear.”

Everyone is crammed into Eddie’s tiny living room. Bodies scattered across the floor on various pillows and blankets. Food and drinks overflow on the makeshift coffee table. The atmosphere is calm yet joyful as I play around on my guitar.

“I hear that you have a new song you’re working on that you want us to hear.” Robin declares as she takes a seat on the couch next to the armrest I’m seated on.

“I do. It’s still a little rough but I need someone other than me to hear it.” I state.

“Well. Get playing then Songbird. We’re just dying to hear that sweet voice serenade us.” Eddie demands.

“Alright. Here goes nothing.”

I begin strumming. Infusing my words with everything that I’ve been feeling as the words drift out of me. As I get to the verse divulging my feelings for Eddie, I make sure to make eye contact with him and hold it there.

Bet what I need is to stare at a wall

Then one little text, turns into a bender

Did I say too much or nothing at all? (At all)

Now I'm inventing the damage in bathroom floor panics (uh-ah)

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain?

When toxic shit tastes just like candy

And love might be lit, but I'm scared of what it might demand of me

No wonder I'm antsy

The vulnerability I’m showcasing starts to feel like too much and I close my eyes. Breaking contact with the soft brown orbs that have seen more than they should. It’s much easier to finish out the song this way. Safe. In my own little bubble. Feeding off the energy of the room.

With the last notes sung, I take a deep breath and reopen my eyes. The room has fallen silent and everyone is just staring at me. “What? Was it that bad? I thought it was a great idea for a song.” I start to second guess myself.

“That was fucking awesome!” Robin breaks the silence.

“Then why are you assholes being so fucking quiet?” I snap back.

“Just processing babe. That was a lot.” Steve states.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to bring everybody down. I was just really excited about this new song. And I-“

“Sugar, stop rambling.” I instantly close my mouth at Eddie’s words. “We love it. I know I do.”

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He licks his lips. “In fact I have something I need to show you myself. Come on.” He walks over, takes my guitar out of my hands, placing it carefully against the couch and takes my hand. Pulling me off the armrest he heads towards the hallway. My hand clasped tightly in his as we make our way to his room.

I really hope I didn’t just screw everything up and we’re going to go fight in private. Why did I have to write that stupid song.

I’m practically yanked inside Eddie’s room. Tripping over the disaster of clothes and junk scattered across the floor as he hurriedly maneuvers me through his space. “Eddie, slow down. I’m gonna eat shit if you keep this up. You don’t need to do all this just to yell at me about the rules and that love wasn’t part of the deal.”

Having reached the bed he abruptly stops. Turning to face me. “Shut up.”

The next thing I know he’s grabbing my waist and tossing me down on to the mattress. Following it up by climbing up my body and caging me in with his lean but surprisingly muscular frame. “You’ve used that mouth enough tonight. Now it’s my turn.”

With no time to catch my breath, he renders me incapable of a retort by capturing my lips with his own. Kissing life back into my body, as our tongues dance a tango, we both know so well.

His hands roam the curves of my body. Sneaking his ring clad digits under my shirt. The cool feeling of silver leaving goosebumps along my skin. It’s not long before he begins to remove my shirt. Placing his unoccupied hand underneath my lower back as he slowly lifts me to pull the fabric over my head. I of course raise my arms in aid. Making sure to graze my fingertips along his jaw when he tosses the shirt aside, as if offended by the cropped garment.

Not wanting to waste any time his hands find their way to the waistband of my jeans. With a quick snap of his deft fingers my button comes undone. My zipper quickly following suit. Sliding the denim down, he taps my hip, getting me to raise them so that he could divest me of my jeans.

He leans back, doing that thing guys seem to do with ease. You know the thing, grabbing the back of his shirt with one hand and pulling it off with ease. I don’t care what anyone says, that shit is hot as fuck.

His eyes are lust blown, the beautiful brown nothing more than a sliver. Their sole focus set on me draped over his messy bed sheets. “So fucking beautiful.” He ghosts his fingers up my slightly shaking legs. Teasing me by stroking the wetness that has soaked through my panties. Stretching out his middle finger, he tucks it into the gusset and slowly removes the last piece of clothing blocking him from his intended target.

“Take your bra off, Songbird.”

Without a thought I sit up. Reaching behind my back, I unclasp the black lace encasing my cleavage, letting it fall away from my body.

He groans and rubs the bulge confined in his tight black jeans. He places a series of kisses along all of my exposed skin. Mapping out a trail of pleasure and gooseflesh. Teasing one and then the other nipple with his tongue. Ending each with a deep suction.

The slow-paced teasing continues. It’s driving me absolutely insane. We’ve had some pretty intense nights before, but this is something different all together. He stops his trek at the apex of my thighs. Hot breath blowing puffs of air on the cooling slick leaking from my folds.

“So beautiful and all mine.” He mumbles out. Almost as if to himself. He drags his finger along my drenched lips, while he ensnares me in his gaze. “That’s right, isn't it, sugar? This pretty little pussy is mine to do with as I please?”

“Yes, Eddie. It’s all yours.” I pant out. Delirious. Needing him to do something more than just tease me.

“Damn right it is.” He growls before sticking out his tongue and running it along my wet flesh from entrance to clit with the skillful muscle. He circles my sensitive little bundle of nerves, pulling a moan out of my throat. Seeming to have had enough of taking his time slowly torturing me, he thrusts his tongue as deep as he can go inside my aching center. The thick muscle massaging my silken walls, giving them something to finally clamp on to.

“Fuck, Eddie. Your tongue. Mmph. Feels so good, baby.” I allow my hands to finally anchor themselves in his curls like I have wanted to all night. I feel his moan of acceptance against my clit and it has me trying to squeeze my thighs shut. I know he wants me desperate and begging before he gives in and makes me come apart on his cock. It’s the one thing that has never changed over the years since we started sleeping together.

Pulling his tongue out of my slit, he swirls the tip along my folds. Seeking out every drop of my essence that he can. With the lightest touch, he draws figure eight patterns around my clit. Dancing me so close to the edge, that I’m in danger of falling over that cliff into utter bliss. Right as I can feel myself start to crest over that ledge, the bastard pulls away.

“No! Why’d you stop? I was so close.” I sit up and reach for his face. Wanting to drag him back to my pulsing center to finish what he started.

He Houdini’s out of my reach and scoots back off the bed. “The first time you come after that little confession you made earlier is going to be while my cock is deep inside you.” He says with conviction as he unbuckles his belt.

I’m hypnotized by his movements. Eyes drawn to his nimble fingers working on divesting himself of the last of his garments. My mouth waters as I wait for his thickness to spring free from its confines. Time seems to stand still as his pants finally drop to the floor.

“You went commando.” I whisper out as I lick my suddenly dry lips.

“Wonderful coincidence. I wasn't expecting to have you in my bed tonight, since everyone was hanging out here and usually at least one or two of them end up crashing on the couch. But then you came pounding on my door right as I got out the shower, early as always. I just threw on the closest clothes.” He admitted, wrapping his fist around his length, giving himself a few pumps as he drinks me in with a predatory gaze.

“Lay back down” He husks out. The command sending a fresh wave of slickness to coat my thighs. Anticipating what’s to come, I slowly lie back on the mattress.

“Spread those delectable thighs for me, Sugar. Put my perfect little pussy on display. Show me once again what’s mine.” He grunts out as he continues to stroke himself. I watch with rapt attention as a bead of precum leaks from his tip and he places a knee down on the bed.

I smile sweetly up at him as I allow my legs to fall open just enough to show off my dripping folds. Following his request but holding back just enough to make him growl and push my thighs open the rest of the way.

“You really wanna play with me right now, Songbird? After confessing having feelings for me and then making me sit with our friends while you filled my ears with your damn Siren song until I could sneak you away?” He teases his cock between my cleft. Tip tapping against my engorged and still so sensitive clit.

I can’t help but squirm and whimper. Wanting nothing more than for him to be deep inside of me already. That halted orgasm, inching its way back to the surface every time his hot length grazes my bundle of nerves.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. Please. Need you inside me.” I begin pleading. “It’s been too long since you last filled me up.”

“You’re sorry huh?”

I quickly nod my head in agreement. “So sorry.”

“Gonna let me wreck this pussy? Ruin you for anyone else? Milk me dry like the cumdrunk little slut that I know you are?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.” I beg. Just wanting him to finally take me. Claim me as his own.

“As you wish, princess.” With his declaration he slams his hips forward. Splitting me open with his massive girth.

He doesn't even give me a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him deep inside me. He just pulls his hips back and thrusts in again and again. Setting a pace that makes my brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sing in pleasure.

“Fuuuck. Look at you, little Siren.” He grits out. “Already cock drunk and I’ve barely gotten started. Pussy’s gripping me so tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

My mind can't seem to function correctly enough to produce anything other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure in response. I’m flying a serotonin high I was not ready to come down from yet. The coil in my core tightening as I dance closer and closer to the knife's edge of orgasm. Waiting for the moment when I can dive off the edge into pure ecstasy.

Almost as if sensing my impending climax, Eddie picks up the pace. Working his hips and grinding his pelvis down on my clit with every thrust for added stimulation. “Come on, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. I can feel your walls quivering around me. Give in. Fall apart on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That’s it. That’s all that I needed to allow myself to let go completely. Surrendering to the euphoric bliss with a scream I’m sure the whole trailer park could hear.

A rainbow of stars begin to detonate behind my closed eyes as I writhe beneath him. Back arching off the mattress before my limbs go limp and I lay there in a state of bonelessness.

“Don’t pass out on me now princess. I’m so close. Little pussy is squeezin’ me. So. Fucking. Tight.” His pumps become erratic as he chases down his own high. “Don’t you want me to fill you up? Have me leaking out of you as we spend the rest of our night with our friends?”

I just nod along. Whispering out. “Please. Full.” Not able to formulate more than two words in my current state.

Apparently, that was all the validation he needed to hear to stop holding back and release his seed into my waiting womb. Painting my walls white with rope after rope of his spend.

It felt like it went on forever with how much he was pouring into me. Until his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed onto my chest. Catching his breath and covering my face in sweet kisses as we both came back down to earth.

We stayed locked together, my well-loved pussy warming his cock, as we both let our fingertips roam along the others skin. Allowing ourselves time to just revel in the moment of the new direction our relationship looks to be heading.

"I’ve had feelings for you for a long time now, ya know. Just never thought that you’d ever actually love a loser like me back. So, Songbird, our resident Siren, will you do me the honor of officially becoming mine now?” He asks into my neck.

I can’t help but grin like the cat that got the cream. “You're truly stuck with me now, Batboy. A Tarrasque couldn’t rip me from your arms."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He places a soft kiss to my lips.

Just as the kiss deepens and we begin the journey towards round two, there’s a knock on the door, followed by Steve’s muffled voice. "You guys done scarring us for life yet? Dustin won’t let us eat until you guys get back out here."

We both can’t hold in our laughter. "Tell Dusty buns we'll be right out but we're not staying long. I've got time to make up for. So you assholes are going to have to call it a night earlier than usual."

“TMI man! A simple ‘Be right out’ would have been enough, Eds.” Steve scoffs as he walks back to down the hall.

“Come on, sugar. Let’s get dressed before Dustin comes looking for us next.”

We quickly throw our clothes back on. Not wanting to keep our friends waiting much longer. As we reach the door to his room Eddie spins me around and pins me to it. Gazing deeply into my eyes he speaks. “I love you Songbird.”

“I love you too Batboy.”

Another sweet kiss is exchanged. “Now let’s go be a gross couple so we can weird out our friends. I think we’ve earned it.”

This night turned out so much better than I ever expected. Sometimes it really is best just to let the chaos reign.

#poc reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #modern au

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heedmywarnings · 1 year

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Gaslight, Gatekeep Girlboss Boyboss

(A barely serious fic)

Don't ask about the title I'm eating breakfast rn

Part two of Exceptions

You told Scaramouche that you'd be gone for a while, maybe too long because of time dilation. Either way, ge was used to loneliness.

You weren't focusing. You were in your own little world of imagination, picturing a happy life loving a certain someone. You didn't see the headlights of a truck coming to run you over. You were like a stranded deer crossing the road.

You felt someone shaking you awake, good.. its a dream, you slowly opened your ey- OH MY ARCHONS IS THAT SCARAMOUCHE IRL.... wow you got isekai'd and in genshin!! Next to your favorite character!!

"..."

"Y/N?" Scaramouche says, breaking the silence. Unlike his fatui uniform, he wears HIS NEW DRIP. "Hello, Scara" you said, unusually calm despite your shaking excitement. You then noticed his Anemo vision dangling, "Where did you get that?" You asked pointing at the teal vision, "It's a long story, but I want to get you out of here first" he said, trying to life you up, but you denied. "I'm fine, dear" you waved your hand and got up. Then you fell, then he made a face that said "Really?"

"OK I might need help"

"Where tf are we going"

"??? To Sumeru wym"

"We're at fucking Enkanomiya, HOW DID YOU RVEN GET HERE?"

Hence commences the adventures of Scarabitch and the player person dude yah.

"You see that big bitch?" You pointed at the ruin guards and Scaramouche follows your line of sight, "Yeah?" The wanderer says confused, "And you see that?" You pointed at his anemo vision, "....Yeah..?"

"Ur gonna have to carry me all the way we get to the surface"

Spoiler: Scaramouche almost died lmao

In Liyue:

"THE CREATOR HAS DESCENDED"

"THEIR GRACE HAS RETURNED!"

Basically, everyone's bitching and moaning about your descension. Then you got caught by a random Sangonomiya soldier with Scaraboobs and woah your at the surface!

"UAGAHSHV THE FUCKING LIGHT IS SO NICE" you sighed in relief, darkness is bad for your eyesight you know. Anyways, as people gather around you, Scaramouche gets less and less visible and farther from you.

Make a choice:

Leave the people for him

Leave him for the people

#scaramouche #the wanderer #wanderer #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau cult au #genshin impact

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Ok so thiss is like my first fic and first smut fic I've wrote since middleschool😭 so please be nice, I do take criticism just don't be a ass😊

Anyways here is a season three Daryl dixon x trans reader fic since there is none! I made it<3

It had smut in it obviously, praising, good boy is used umm idk what else have fun reading (it's alos a 4k word fic)

Quiet love

"Rick and Glenn are back!" Maggie yelled as she helped Carol open the gate for them, noticing there was another car behind them they pulled their guns out.

"Stop he is with us we found him, had been trapped in his hometown since it started"

Rick said while getting out of his car fixing his belt. Glenn got out, also running up and hugging Maggie giving her a kiss.

"Yeah he is a cool dude, he reminds me of Daryl kinda" Glenn said watching the unknown male pull in and park his big truck before hopping out. Giving a small wave to the small group, it became painfully aware how scared he was of them, not having seen people since the day his town went under.

Walking up Carol offers her hand, giving a warm smile making the man smile, his shoulders visibly going down from how tense he was. Shaking her hand he hears a loud voice turning around and he sees a dirty looking man walking down yelling for Rick.

"Rick! Come on asskicker needs her food!" The unknown man says before turning and with a confused look asks, "who is this?"

"I'm y/n it's nice to meet you..?"

He sheepishly holds out a hand for the man to shake, thankfully he does, giving him a firm shake.

"Darly" the dirty man said so low you could barely hear it, before turning to Rick completely forgetting about you. That one interaction alone makes your heart skip a beat, *wow ok good job y/n fall for a guy who you just know his name of* you say rolling your eyes mentally.

Lost in your own mind still the man named Glenn with his wife he told you about beside him comes up to you, "Let me show you around, you'll love it here" snapping out of your own mind you smile saying yes following them up to the prison.

"Who is this y/n fellow? He sounds like a girl"

Darly said leaning on the fence, pulling his cigarette out Taking one in between his fingers lighting it taking a long drag.

"He is trans darly, he said before the apocalypse started he had just gotten his top surgery, it's why he couldn't leave"

Shocked, Daryl looks over "really?? He told you that?" He wasn't Shocked about y/n being trans he didint give a fuck, he could care less how people see themselves as long as they don't mess with him he coudl careless, he was shocked he has disclosed such information.

Letting a low grunt dalry take a drag of his cigarette, watching the smoke leave his mouth. "Nice truck he has, why didn't he leave himself?"

"To many zombies, his town is small so everyone got infected quickly he was just lucky he had to stay inside" Rick looks at the man they are talking about, seeing him talking to Carol he smiles glad that the kid can be happy and safe

"Looks like you're losing Carol darly" Glenn says, coming up next to him with a big grin on his face. Giving him a look daryl scoffs, "I ain't got a crush on Carol so shut up pizza boy"

Rick laughed at the interaction, putting his hands on both of their shoulders walking with them.

"Come on let's go and make some good impressions" walking up to y/n Rick sparks up a conversation, dalry behind him watching what's going on makes eye contact with y/n.

Their eyes lock, a slight brush spreads y/n's face before turning around saying they have to with Carol leaving awkwardly.

Darly walks up to them and lets out a grunt leaning back on the shelter they are under "I think I scared him, I looked at him and he ran off" he said, crossing his arms visibly upset that the man ran off.

"Ohh that's why he started blushing!" Glenn stated enthusiastically, making both Rick and Darly look at him weirdly before hearing dalry let out a low chuckle, "Yeah ok"

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Y/n had been at the prison for about a month now, he had fit right in becoming friends with Carol and Maggie helping the woman out alot, sometimes going out with Rick and Glenn on runs.

"Hey" Daryl said, taking a bite out of the apple he had for breakfast, y/n startled, let out a yelp turning around smiling at him before letting out a hi.

"Rick said that your town had a lot of supplies. He wants me to go get some you know the place wants to join me?" Dalry didn't know why he was asking you, he didn't know why he was so nervous about it either but he just knew he had to. Throughout your month here, dalry has watched you not in a weird way but to make sure you aren't a threat but as he watched he started to fall a bit, he didn't know why, maybe it was your hair and how it frames your face showing off your jawline, maybe it was how you handled Judith with such care that it made his heart swell, maybe it was how you treated him. You treated him well for someone who you barely knew, bringing him snacks and drinks during patrol. This caused a lot of people to tease him. He didn't understand why...well he didn't believe it, He didn't believe you liked him. He was just a redneck nobody, that's what he told himself to not get his hopes up.

"Um dalry? You ok I said yes" y/n said getting close to dalry not noticing how their chest were so close to connecting, and how dalry sucked in a breath of air holding it.

"Y-yeah sorry, let's leave in an hour ok I'll meet you at the gate" Daryl then walked off hiding the blush that covered his face.

Waiting by the gate with a small bag and a decent coat, y/n see Glenn and Maggie come out of the watch tower above her, "having fun you too?" Y/n says smirking knowing exactly what they were doing up there. Turning red, Glenn lets out an embarrassed laugh before changing the subject. "You're waiting on Daryl aren't you" glenn says leaning on the railing, he knows about your crush because Maggie knows.. blushing at the name of the dark haired archer y/n rolls his eyes about to say something before,

"Are you ready y/n?" Daryl says bringing his motorcycle near the gate, starting it up, Daryl notions for you to get on, you happily jump on, forgoing about Glenn and Maggie riding off with him through the gate.

The ride to your town was quiet but not awkward, holding onto his shoulders a blush creeps up your face you had never been able to feel his muscular shoulders before this only watching him work from afar so this was liel heaven and you were loving this, you had thought that you were the only one affected by this little supply run but much to your knowledge the grumpy archer was having trouble driving due to your touch. He had been touched before his brother dragged him to parties in his teen years so he had so much experience with it but your touch made him actually feel something other than just lust, it made him feel soft and warm and it gave him butterflies. He hated it but loved it at the same time wondering if you felt the same.

Arriving just outside the town, Daryl parked his motorcycle hiding it under some falling tree branches. He puts his backpack on grabbing his crossbow, "you ready y/n?" He said pulling back the string of his crossbow loading it with an arrow. Nodding at the archer they both slowly take off towards the town, making little to no noise. They were both very sneaky people perfect for this type of run.

Arriving at the town pharmacy they break the glass door being thankful it's the apocalypse and the alarms are all disabled due to no power. Killing the few zombies that were in there y/n looks down. "Huh hello Mr. Blake it's my gym teacher" Daryl walks up and lets out a quite sorry not knowing what to say.

"Oh don't be he was a prick refused to believe I was a man, his daughter sure though so she practically worshiped me" letting out a small laugh y/n walks off and starts cramming stuff in the bag medicine, feminine stuff anything that can fit in the bag.

After clearing out the pharmacy, y/n and Daryl go to walk to the bike only about 2 miles away from town hidden under some tree branches before a group of zombies come down the corner.

"Shit…let's go this way" y/n says, dragging Daryl down an alley only to be stopped by more zombies. Letting out al out fuck they both run down the alley turning away from from ground of zombies that were at the corner who have now gotten closer.

"Let's head to my old house! It will be safe" daryl nodded his head following y/n to his house. They both slammed the door shut when they got there, breathing heavily trying to catch their breath. Looking around the house Daryl noticed how clean it looks only small amount of dust since it's only been a month since y/n was here last, he wondered how he stayed here all that time alone, while looking around he notices a picture of a girl in what seems to be a batman shirt and basketball pants sporting a backwards hat picking it up he smiles at it.

"Is this you? You look cool" y/n looks over seeing this picture Daryl is holding, laughing at it before telling him it was the day that he had gotten approved to get top surgery and how happy he was.

Y/n looks up at Daryl expecting to see him still looking at the picture but he was already looking at him with his blue eyes piercing his heart. "Daryl you're staring at me" your heart picking up the pace as he just continues to do so. "I like staring at ya, got a problem with it?" He says tilting his head at you, challenging you to say something back. Not being one to back down you stepped closer making the gap between you smaller, putting your hands around his neck pulling him down so your lips are practically touching his ear.

"No, but are you ever going to make a move?" You say in a low voice before pulling away, smiling with pride at teasing him. Going to walk away he grabs your wrist pinning you against the wall, letting out a groan at the impact you look up making eye contact with Daryl his eyes dark with lust, and need. Letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding he leans closer to you, making your nose touch, his lips ghosting over yours.

"If you wanted me so bad why didn't you make a move huh?" His voice is low and filled with a teasing tone waiting for your response. Rolling your eyes, you try to wiggle out of his grip but not budging.

"I never said that" you knew you were lying but you'd rather lie than admit it, Daryl didn't seem to like that at all, he grabbed your face in his hand making you look at him.

"Sweetie I don't like lying, now tell me the truth" he said in a soft but dominant tone, he didn't like to be rough but knew it was needed sometimes. Not breaking y/n laughs in his face."Oh fuck off dixon" darly raised his eyebrow, smirking at what you siad before letting go of your arms still holding onto your face he pulls you toward his making you have to stand on your toes.

"Listen sweetheart this will go your way if you stop being a brat and be a good boy for me ok?" He said tilting his head slightly smirking at how your face turned bright red at the nickname, he knew he had gotten you then.

Embarrassment rushing through your body you turned your head as much as you could with the hold he had on your face, not wanting him to have a clear view of your embarrassed face.

"Aw, is someone embarrassed? Embarrassed they got caught for being a fucking brat, all because what? You want me to fuck you?" Darly smirked as your eyes widened at the last part, your face becoming even brighter at the idea of him knowing of your fantasies about him.

"Oh so now you shut up huh?" Daryl said with a evil smile on his face, you were shocked at what he had said you were close with Daryl but he never showed signs that he liked you back. This was so sudden you had to process it.

"Are you fucking with me dixon?" You said giving him a sour look, not wanting to get your heart broken but a joke. Daryl looked at you shocked and started laughing. You felt like he was mocking you before he suddenly put his warm Hands on your hips pulling you closer to him. "Do you think I talk to just anyone like this? Do you think I go around holding people like this? No that's because I've been waiting to do this with you" he takes his pointer finger and puts it under your chin lifting your face up to look at him.

"If my gut is right, you want me to, right?" Daryl said looking down at you, his eyes looking into yours deeply, you take a deep breath before making the distance between your lips none existent as you pull him into an intoxicating kiss, it was filled with need and want as your lips fought for dominance.

Swiping his tongue across your low lip asking for entrance, you gladly give it to him letting his warm wet tongue slide into your mouth. It felt like heaven to finally have datly tongue inside your mouth feeling it fight against your own for dominance, him winning in the end.

Pulling away from the heated make out session, Daryl lets out a breathy chuckle running his hand through his hair in the process.

"I didn't think you had it in you pretty boy, you're just full of surprises huh?" Daryl said, looking down at you, his eyes going back from your eyes to your lips practically craving to kiss you again, wanting to feel your plump soft lips on his slightly rough ones. "Since I'm sure you won't ask, I guess I will darlin' you mind showing me to your room so I can properly devour you" he said, his eyes full of lust, biting at his bottom lip in anticipation at your answer.

Nodding your head in excitement, afraid that if you answered he'd hear how lust filled and breathless your voice sounds. Taking his hand you guide him up the creaky stairs going all the way down the hallway to the last room before opening it. Your room was filled with old stuff, old rock posters hanging on the wall along with some vinyl on the wall. Letting go of his hand you turn to face him but come in contact with his lips, kissing you he pushes you up against the wall taking his hand and putting it under your chin for better access to your mouth. Using his other free hand he grabs your waist pulling you in closer to him.

"Oh I'm going to ruin you sweetie" Darly said in a sweet tone underline with something evil.

Slightly panting you look up at him practically begging with your eyes at him to ruin you. Lifting you up in his eyes with ease he puts your back against the wall using one hand to hold your leg and the other holding on your chin. "Do you want me to ruin you? Make you beg for my touch?" Darly said in such a sweet tone you couldn't help but whine at it, smiling at your whine he tightened his hold leaning in closer to your ear, "aww poor thing, now come be a good boy and tell me what you want from me if you don't I can't help you darlin' " Darly purred into your ear.

Whining even louder you started to move a bit before Daryl's hold on you tightened, you were sure you'd have marks on you but you didn't mind the idea you loved in fact. Letting out a defeated sigh you looked into his eyes,

"Please..ruin my daryl" you looked away blushing at what you had said, hearing the male in front of you laugh you feel him start to pick you up hanging onto him for support. Laying you down on the bed flat dalry slides his vest off his shoulders before swiftly taking his shirt off. Blushing at the action you can't help but admire his chest, the little scars on it from his past and present, his tattoo you had never seen till then it was nice. Snapping at the feeling of someone pulling you towards the End of the bed you see Daryl, the tough archer on his knees below you looking up for permission for something.

Kissing at your clothes skin he looks up giving you a small smirk, "can I take these off?" Daryl asks as he hooks his fingers on the waist of your pants, letting out a yes he wastes no time in taking your pants and your boxers off. Feeling exposed you close your legs before having them prided open but Daryl hands. Leaving little butterfly kisses all over your thighs, before coming face to face with your cunt blowing on it he laughs at how you whine at the feeling. Hooking his arms around your legs to position them on his shoulders he looks up, " you ready sweetie?" Letting out a shaky breath you nod your head.

Leaning forward Daryl gives you a long slow lick relishing in your taste before dipping his tongue in you, letting out a low Moan you grab onto his hair making him Groan into you. Gently sucking on your clit he takes his hand putting two fingers to your mouth, at first not knowing what he wants it finally clicks opening your mouth you let him two fingers in gently sucking on them.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he takes his soaked middle finger at your entrance gently massaging it, your spit and slick mixing before plunging his finger in you. Letting out a high pitched moan you swear you can feel him smirking from his position between you. "So vocal, so sweet I love your taste" He says before starting a steady pace with his finger and tongue. Taking his finger in and out of you at a slow pace he continues to eat you out sucking on your sensitive bud while speeding up. Taking another finger he slowly inserts into you loving the feeling of your walls clenching on him. His pants became tight at his growing erection. Starting at a faster pace, he makes sure to continue to give attention to your clit, loving how your moans become higher as you reach your peak. Using his tounge to fuck you along with his two fingers you feel hot, loving the feeling of his mouth om you. You feel a weird sensation in your lower stomach whining louder as it grows bigger and bigger. Before you know it you're screaming, grabbing his hair, pushing his face into you more, riding out your orgasm in his face.

Slowly coming down from your high, Daryl continues to lap up your wetness, loving the salty sweet taste. Lifting his head up his face is glistening with you on him, he lacks his lips before taking his fingers in his mouth slowly sucking them clean. This action makes you whine, clenching your thighs together. Chuckling at your action he puts his hands on both thighs spreading them open, leaving hot kisses on them before gently kissing your clit, smiling at how sensitive you are. Whining at just a simple kiss he loved it, loved having you like this.

"Do you want to continue sweetie?" Daryl asked before he did anything else, hearing you say yes he smiled again swiftly getting rid of his pants, him on full display for you now. Blushing at the sight of him, you couldn't help but stare in admiration at his length. "Are you having fun?" Darly said in a cocky tone before putting his hands under your chin. Rolling your eyes you reach for the bottom of your shirt lifting it over your head, now you were both even.

For a few seconds it was silence, just the both of you admiring each other's body. Then Daryl picks you up, letting you wrap your legs around him, pulling you into a heated kiss, your guys teeth clacking together. Setting you gently down on the bed he pulls away, a string of saliva showing. Kissing down your jaw to your neck he leaves little bites all over. Whining at the feeling you grab onto his hair raking your hands through it.

Leaving open wet kisses down your neck to your chest he gives an experimental kiss on your nipple, hearing you take in a shape of breath and let out a moan he continues, sucking and licking on it while using his other hand to play and twist at it loving your cries underneath him. Repeating the process on the other one he pulls away, to look at you. Your chest full of bites and your nipples red from all the attention they were given, your face contorted with pleasure still with a thin layer of sweat over your face.

"Please..please daryl'' you say, reaching for his face to pull him into a kiss, laughing into the kiss he plunges his tongue into your mouth playing with your for dominance while his hand travels down to in between your legs, rubbing eights into your sensitive clit.

"Please what? Come on tell me" he coos at you while still rubbing eights into you loving how you can barely even make a sound as your mouth hangs open. "Please…fuck me" you didn't expect to say it, but something inside you wanted to do it for him. Smirking he gives you a gentle kiss, "good boy, that's all you needed to do"

Sitting comfortably in between your legs he pumps himself a couple of times, hissing when he gently rubs at the tip before lining up with you mixing his precum and yours together. "Ok imma put it in, are you ok?" He asks as he gently rubs your thighs, nodding your head you put your own hand over your mouth to keep quiet. Gently pushing the head in he takes a deep breath before pushing hold of himself inside you groaning at how tight you were.

"You ok darlin'?" He says giving you a gentle kiss as he rubs your thighs to realize some pain. "Yeah..just getting used to it…you can move I'm fine" you say moaning as he moves a bit, taking himself out of you before slamming all of it you, letting out a choked moan you bite into his shoulder clawing slightly at his back. Rubbing your thighs he gives you kisses all over your body praising you for how good you're doing. "Oh my good boy, you're doing so well. I'm going to move now Ok just bite on my shoulder Ok darling"

Nodding your head you bite down on his shoulder preparing for him to move. Taking it out slowly before thrusting it back into you, keeping a slow but rough pace. He continues to do this, taking the opportunity to bite down on your neck hard,before pulling away and kissing the pain away.

Moving at an agonizingly slow pace for you, pulling out of you so he can get a better angle you whine at the feeling of not being full, before you can whine any longer he takes your leg hooking it over his shoulder for a better angle. Realigning himself up with you he thrusts into you harder, hitting into you g-spot letting out a loud moan daryl quickly uses his free hand to cover your mouth shushing at you, "be quiet for me, ok you'll be my good boy if you do" he says in a sweet, seductive tone. He starts to move at a faster paste, going in and out of you faster and faster.

Feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach tighten your claw at his back, you're pretty sure he will have marks on his back. "Daryl…I'm close.." you let out before a moan comes out quickly using daryl's hand to cover your mouth, darlys eye widen ar what you do before it's replaced with his cocky grin. He quickened his pace going faster than before, suddenly that feeling in your stomach snapped. Letting out a muffled moan you dig your nails into his back as you get fucked through your orgasm.

Slowly Daryl pulls out of you, you Hiss at the feeling. "you do so well, are you ok sweetie?" Darly said, putting a gentle hand on your cheek. "Yeah I'm fine daryl…can I help you?" You said looking up at him, his eyes widened at what you asked, "Are you sure darling?" He says with a confused tone.

""Yes I am, I want to ...please" grinning at you Daryl gets up from the bed helping you get off it as well, helping you kneel down at the spot he was eating you out earlier, stroking himself as you get situated. Placing a shaky hand where he was, you give kitten licks on the tip of it. grasping the bed, Daryl throws his head back in pleasure. Pleased at what you did you take about half of him in your mouth going up and down slowly making sure to trace the underside with your tongue. Grabbing onto the back of your head he gently guides you up and down using your mouth.

"Fuck y/n I'm goi-!" Before he could finish he pushed your head down taking him fully in before busting inside your mouth, gagging a bit you tried to swallow as much as you could but a little came out the sides of your mouth. Pulling off you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. "Oh you did so good, my good boy" Daryl says, holding you by your chin to look up at him, before leaning down and kissing you with need and love. "Come on let's get you cleaned up"

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #x reader #trans reader

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tiredgoodomensfan · 11 months

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GOS2 opening title analysis

spoilers ig?? idk

AAAAA S2 CONTENT YIPEEE

so, again, this is gonna be long, rambling, and will prolly make 0 sense so stick with me here I'm feeling a lot of feelings. im gonna go thru each thing in as much depth as possible so buckle up, this is gonna be like twice the size of my poster + hillywood dissection.

OK THE WAY CROWLEY LITERALLY CRAWLED UP FROM HELL TO MEET W AZ IS LIKE :((( and like on their way out from the tunnel thing I saw like a figure with wings?? I reckon it might be Micheal (the angel not the sheen) but I'm not 100% sure. whoever it is, they're holding a box or smth?? so do with that what you will idk

Im pretty convinced we might be getting Moses stuff, cuz the shining light at the top of the hill? seems like mt siani (sianai? idk) and the fact we haven't seen that type of light before and Moses is supposesdly the only person to have a direct face-to-face interaction with god makes me think we'll be getting stuff from that era (catholic upbringing coming in handy for knowing this stuff) ALTHOUGH, there are lots of animals, and they seem to be like in pairs as well?? so maybe more Noah and the arc? which like MAYBE ALL THE FANFICS ABT THEM COMFORATING EACH OTHER ON THE ARC WILL COME TRUE??? YIPEE!!

ok everything bursting into flames is a lil random but after a while of thinking, maybe sodom and gamora? (idk how to spell that either) which like, MORE SANDALPHON?? Don't get me wrong, hate the guy, he's awful and creepy, but he's SUCH a good villain. the actor doesn't get enough props online for how well he plays him. sandalphon had like 3, maybe 4 mins of screen time in s1? and from that, he's become one of the most HATED characters in the entire fandom. That is just like, wow, well done, I hate the character you play, but that's because your acting is amazing. ANYWAYS, sodom and gamora. aziraphales gonna be having some *feelings* about that, because why would heaven hurt all those people? even if they were sinners? similar to noahs arc situation with Crowley giving the most comfort this time <3

WOOOO GOTHIC SHIT!! the pickled herring cart makes a return and it is as confusing as ever. they're in a graveyard, so that's fun times. maybe more hell? cuz that's where they met up when the antichrist got delivered. anyways, does anyone know the period this is meant to be in? it's gone out of my head. anyways, I tried looking up pickled herring carts to see if they had any significance thru history but na. like they were there, and popular, but no, no huge significance. ALSO, in the graveyard, they go past a gravestone with 'every day' written on it??? girl wtf does that mean?? the running theories I have so far are that it's either like, the death of the everyday, meaning that what they used to do (hate each other??) isnt.. happening anymore?? idk?? or that it's just Neil being edgy and emo. my bets on the latter (love u mr. gaiman <3) ALSO ALSO OH MY FUCKING GOD?? Another one of the gravestones says JANE AUSTEN ON IT!! ARE WE GETTING JANE AUSTEN CONTENT??? OMFG??? YIPPEE!! maybe we'll get to see where az gets some of his first editions from :D aslo rq, religious imagery in the background, an angel carrying a cross, more heaven looming over Az?? ALSO HOLY SHIT?? I just accidentally paused it at onde of the graves and i swear it says 'here lies *insert another couple words here* BEELZEBUB?? HUHHH?? is that gonna be the explination for beelzebubs new corparation?? but that wouldnt make any sense?? idk atp but that gravestone DEFFIENTLY SAYS BEELZEBUB

(if you think this is long pls know we're 22 seconds into a 1:44 video, i want lying when I said this was gonna be BEEFY)

SO. HELL. WOOO!! more hell content which could go one of three ways. either we get more goofy Crowley giving more presentations, CAN I GET A WAHOO?? or we get him being given more assignments and we get more of an idea of the whole structure of hell, uncomfortableness but nothing horrendous. OR ALL THE ANGST FICS COME TRUE AND WE SEE CROLWEY GETTING BEAT INTO A PULP BY HIS SUPERIORS!!! maybe all three! can't wait to see :D but as much as my angst-craving self would love to see the last one, I think the reality is it's gonna be the first two. it looks like there's a desk and office chairs, so we'll probably be getting scenes that are like the equivalent to what we see of aziraphale and the archangels in s1

so we already knew we were getting more ww2 scenes but.. MORE WW2 SCENES WAHOO!! maybe we're getting post-church scenes? tender love confessions in the back of the Bentley? or maybe angst? maybe edosian orchids 901s (I LOVE THEM SM) fic about Crowley having a breakdown after being forced to report on the horrors of war will come true? or maybe one of them has to conscript cuz... idk dude just cuz. The bomber plane makes me think of the blitz so maybe Crowley is comforting Azi while they hide from the bombs in the shop? whatever happens, ill love it :D

a quick google told me fuck all about the ladies of camelot, just that theyre often overshadowed by the guys. WHICH LIKE WTF?? anyways, apparently its like king arthur times, so maybe we see the arrangement being born?? YIPEE. other then that, they seem to be like a dance group? so like, idk? could be suppourting acts maybe? could the merlin fandom help with this maybe? whats goin on with the ladies of Camelot my dudes.

MAGIC AZIRAPHLE MAGIC AZIRPAHLE MAIGIC AHVDSAKJ YAY!! I love the idea of aziraphale pulling a snake from his hat as part of the act and Crowley pretending to be pissed but internally freaking the fuck out because 'HOLY SHIT HES HOLDING ME HES HOLDING ME HES SO SOFT WHAT THE FUCK'

I HAVE. SO MANY. THOUGHTS. ON. SPACE. SO, SO HEAR ME OUT RIGHT, SO, the only time space has been mentioned really is when Crowley was talking abt how he made certain planets and the Alpha Centauri stuff. SO MAYBE WE'LL BE GETTING SOME PRE-FALL CROWLEY?? cuz like, the only thing close to space is heaven, but that's meant to be transcendent, and by definition exists outside of space and time. SO THEREFORE, PRE-FALL CROWLEY?? PLEASE?? NEIL IM BEGGING, IM ON MY KNEES, PLEASE!!

the... the hearts.. the love hearts.. the.. the hearts falling from the sky when they.. when the.. when... DNCBKHFVYEWIQUKLDWHJNX I'm feeling such normal feelings rn haha. anyways they're in love and :D the way they're sat on the roof together as well? like aw :( the jukebox and the vinyls (are those vinyls?) make me think more 60's content? and the Bentley as well? friendly reminder that Crowley goes too fast for him!! maybe we'll see him drinking himself into oblivion after he gets brutally rejected by Az :D oo or maybe him contemplating offing himself with the holy water! or maybe more lighthearted stuff, like the discovery of the queen curse :)

(also OO ninas shop!)

the lifts make me think more heaven content, which we knew was happening anyway but I'm thinking more Az giving reports and getting verbally abused and humiliated :D also, the steam makes me think industrial revolution for some reason? idk tho

THE ARRIVAL. is that the title for ep 1? Probably. but on the posters there's like a locked box? (getting fnaf 4 flashbacks) i've no clue what that means, like at all. but its prolly smth!

and thats it! this will probably be updated and edited, but these are all my thoughts as of the day it was released.

if you read this, there must be smth wrong with you mentally, but me too, me too. give me any thoughts you might have, ill be really interested to hear them! (these guys have consumed my brain)

friendly reminder that it'll be quiet, gentle, and romantic. and they like holding hands!

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable hubands #aziraphale #crowley #david tennant #micheal sheen #im going insane #haha im a bit obsessed

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Would you write Bon pining every time he sees Rin in the hair clip he gave him? Eventually leading to a get together <3

This is the cutest damn thing and I am so in love with the idea of Ryuuji just pining over Rin and his permanently borrowed hair clip. So all the yes. I will absolutely write it (and probably put it in a lot more fics, lol.)

Thank you so much for the prompt! <3<3<3

It was immediately a problem. Once Rin got past the confusion of what Bon was doing, he positively beamed and something niggled at the back of Bon’s mind that this might not have been a great idea. Then, still smiling in that stupidly happy way, Rin proceed to shove his mass of messy bangs back and clip them out of his face. He blinked twice, and looked up at Bon with an even wider grin.

“How’s it look?”

Probably a little silly, but Bon couldn’t really focus on the actual clip because he had never gotten a good look at Rin’s eyes behind the mess of dark hair.

Damn.

Rin had beautiful eyes. The glimpses Bon had gotten had let him know they were big, but they were so wide and such a vivid blue, and so damn sincere in their question as they stared up at Bon in blatant curiosity and excitement that his heart seemed to freeze in his chest. It twisted strangely, and his stomach lurched as something much too wild to be butterflies flared up in his gut.

“You look like a girl,” Shiemi said at the same time Yukio said “Odd,” and Bon said, “Good.”

The others were louder than him, and his own voice was alarmingly breathy, but it was him Rin was looking at and seemed to be listening to because he gave his head a pleased little nod. He blinked his eyes — wow he had long lashes — and tilted his head so a few strands fell down to frame his face and make the bright color of his eyes stand out all the more.

“Great!” Rin cheered, pulling his notebook closer.

Bon blinked his own eyes and swallowed. Shit. It was probably nothing.

— — (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) — —

Okay. It might be a small something.

“Okumura, recite the Agnus Dei.”

Rin popped up, gave a small bow, and clasped his hands behind his back. Even in profile, it was obvious he was wearing the hair clip. It was obvious he was proud to wear the hair clip. Ms. Angeline raised an eyebrow at the odd sight, but didn’t make an actual comment.

Bon couldn’t look away as Rin half said, half sang the words. His notes were off rhythm and his pronunciation not crisp enough to kill anything, but the clip caught the lights overhead and flashed too distractingly for Bon to notice that.

Rin kind of hadn’t stopped wearing the clip. Not that Bon noticed or anything. (At least from this angle he couldn’t see Rin’s eyes.)

“Suguro,” Bon straightened in sudden surprise and realize he had been staring (Buddha help him, he was turning into some distracted student.) “Show him the proper way to recite the Agnus Dei.”

That was a bit harsh. Still, Bon stood up anyway and made the sign of the cross as he sang the liturgy, carefully enunciating each word. Rin’s head turned towards him as he did, and Bon’s heart gave what had to be an audible thump.

At least his voice held steady.

He finished the words, bowed, and sat right back down as his heart thumped and twisted and his stomach fluttered and flailed.

It was just a small something. Just excitement that the boy liked his gifted clip. Err, borrowed clip.

Sure.

— — ( ⸝⸝` - ´⸝⸝) — —

Okay. It was absolutely a something, and maybe not a tiny something.

Rin stuck his tongue out when he was focusing extra hard on a problem. He’d wiggle and squirm, and it should be damn annoying, and it was damn distracting, but not in an annoying way. Well, not in an initially annoying way. More in a way that was annoying because it drew Bon’s eyes every single time and every single time he’d get caught looking at bright blue eyes and a metal clip that stood out far too much in a mess of dark hair.

“Suguro?”

Bon managed to avert his eyes before Rin raised his head. “Can you tell me if I’m doing this right?”

Bon nodded, holding his attention on his own work for a moment longer — he’d miswritten this problem and he was absolutely blaming that on Rin’s wriggly self.

Rin tilted the book towards him and slid it across the table, keeping his hand linger in on the page for a moment longer before letting it fall away to his lap.

Bon swallowed, hoped his cheeks weren’t pink, and stared at the messy scrawls for a long moment before he realized they were numbers. He took another few moments to make sense of that, and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s right, but you might—” he looked up and just immediately regretted it. Rin had leaned in, and it was not fair how long his lashes were or how much they made the blue of his eyes seem to flicker and flare with light.

“Might?”

Bon kicked his mind and told the wild things in his stomach to calm the hell down. “Might wanna write neater. Teachers dock points for that shit.”

Rin’s gaze dropped down to his messy work. “They do?”

“Yeah. All the time.”

“Shit.”

Bon snorted and pulled his own work closer. “Yeah.” He didn’t have to look up to know that Rin was looking his way again. He could feel those handsome eyes on him.

It was a problematic something.

— — (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄) — —

“Ryuuji said you cook?”

Bon was not supposed to be here.

“Oh! Uh,” Rin blushed and rubbed awkwardly at his neck. “Yeah. It, uh… yeah.”

Torako’s lips spread in a broad smile. “Wonderful! Would you mind lending me a hand? I’m afraid I’d normally ask the Hojos or Ryo, but they’re—”

“I’d be happy to help!” Rin’s tail gave an excited wiggle and there was no mistaking the delight in his eyes.

“Thank you,” Torako grasped his hand and gave a partial bow. Rin looked down at his hand with his mouth in a little ‘o’ of surprise and smiled softly as Torako straightened.

Bon pressed against the column he wasn’t hiding behind so that they wouldn’t see him. Torako’s back was to him, but he could see every tentatively happy inch of Rin’s face in the setting sun. The warm light was making the hair clip glow orange and red, almost like fire, and entirely different from the fire Rin had been covered in.

How was Rin still wearing that damn thing?

“Broths or salads? Do you have a preference?” Torako asked as she led the way towards the kitchen.

“Broths, but I’m also good with a knife if you need more help with that.”

Shit! They were coming his way.

Trying to think of something because this wasn’t that big of a column and it wasn’t enough to hide him and it wasn’t like he had been spying but it would certainly look like he had been, Bon pulled his phone out and pulled up a text chat (it would be Rin’s, damn it) and tried to act like he was enraptured in it and just leaning against the pole instead of actively hiding behind it. “Suguro?” Bon looked up as Rin spoke, and for a moment, their eyes met. A few strands of dark hair had broken loose and were hanging in his eyes, but they were still too clear to his view keep his heart from lurching painfully.

“Okumura,” he said, wishing he knew how to say all the other stuff swirling around in his head. He didn’t, so he looked at his mother instead. “Hey ma.”

“Ryuuji,” Torako’s voice was a bit surprised and mostly warm.

Bon pocketed his phone. “I just came to see if you needed anything.”

“I’m fine. Your father…”

Bon clenched his jaw and didn’t look at the way the tentative happiness was slipping away from Rin’s face. All of it on display as Bon’s clip caught the fading sunlight.

“I know. I’ll see you later.”

He pretended not to hear the quiet ‘bye, Suguro,” and had to swallow several times. It didn’t help the thickness in his throat or the wish to be able to change how things had happened. Not when he could feel Rin's gaze following him

— — ( ˶ˋ ᵕ´ ˶) — —

Rin was walking out in the middle of the promenade with his books clutched to his chest and his tail swaying behind him. He was laughing at whatever Shiemi was saying, a big real laugh that had his head tossing back and his eyes going all squinty, and Bon could see the entire thing because Rin’s ridiculous hair was pinned back from his face with Bon’s clip. (And it had long since stopped being his clip at all. Rin had had it for over a semester now.)

Rin just out in the middle of the promenade, laughing and carefree with his hair pinned back ridiculously. Rin happy, with his happy and handsome face fully visible to anyone who bothered to look.

(Which no one was because the people here were idiots.)

He had freckles on his nose, a bit more obvious because of all the outdoor training they’d all had to do, and Bon could see the way they dusted over his nose now. He could see the little crinkles at the corners of Rin’s eyes and the flush high on his cheeks, and the way his hair spiked out in random directions where he’d messily clipped it back.

It was becoming a part of who Rin was now. The clip always seemed to be around, never quite straight, never quite catching all the hair. Sometimes flickering with blue light, sometimes with sunlight, sometimes entirely obscured by hair.

It was mostly obscured now, but still a visible flash of silver. Still obvious that he’d used a clip to pin his hair back, and all these people wondering about the laughing boy with a tail and strange hairstyle had no idea that Bon had given him that clip and Rin didn’t look quite himself without it.

“Bon?” Konekomaru inquired, looking over his shoulder and realizing Bon had stopped in his walk. He blinked, realized the chuchi were turning his stomach into a mess, and hurried after and past his friends before they could ask anything else.

Rin was still in the middle of the promenade with his hair clipped back and his laughter brightening the air.

— — (〃ˋꇴ´〃)♡ — —

Bon was jealous of a damn clip. A damn clip he had given Rin. Bon was jealous of the way it was always in Rin’s hair when all he wanted to do was run his fingers through those stupidly black/blue locks.

He could admit that to himself here and now. Here watching Rin effortlessly scoop his messy bangs up — why didn’t he just trim the damn things? — and pin them out of his face without breaking a single beat in his conversation.

“So then I thought udon! I could just do a stir fry!”

“Yeah?” Bon asked, because it felt like a thing to say and he hadn’t actually been paying attention to the words Rin was saying as much as the way his blue eyes were dancing with delight. There was a warm flush on his cheeks and a smear of sauce on his cheek.

"Yeah! Sound okay?"

Bon still didn't know what had been said.

“Sure.”

Rin paused mid chop. When had he grabbed the bok choy? “Uh, you okay, Suguro?”

Nope. He was jealous of a clip and the way it got to mess with Rin’s soft looking hair and the way it showed off how happy Rin looked. (Had his cheek bones always been that sharp?)

“Yeah, just kinda tired.” He rubbed absently at his eye and moved some of his own hair out of his eyes. His hairstyle was starting to fail.

Rin was watching him, and his eyes looked a little red in this harsh lighting. It made Bon’s breath catch in his throat and he hurriedly dropped his gaze, cheeks going warm as he dug through his pockets for his own clip. He set a hand ful of items on the counter — his phone, beads, a few small sachets of herbs, pens, a broken pencil, and finally his clip.

Rin snatched it up off the counter before Bon could pull it free of the pile. The halfling moved across the space, beamed up at Bon with brilliantly blue eyes, and reached up to push Bon’s blond and brown locks back. He carefully clipped the hair back, and Bon was fairly certain he wasn’t breathing at all, and that his entire face had gone pink as he stared down at Rin’s flickering eyes and the chuchi that had made a home in his stomach since Rin accepted his clip soared to frantic life once more.

“There ya go,” Rin grinned, tail swaying happily through the air. “That should help.” He grinned even wider so his eyes went a bit squinty.

Bon’s heart did a terrible thing in his chest where it felt like it was swooping and soaring and he inhaled too sharply as his own hand lifted to Rin’s face. He got a few strands of dark blue or hair between his fingers—because even after months, Rin still had not figured out how to capture it all properly in his clip — and gently tucked them behind Rin’s ear.

He let his fingers linger against Rin’s cheek, because thanks to the clipped back hair, he could see how Rin’s breath stuttered out, how his eyes went all wide, and how the cheek under Bon’s fingertips went warm and very pink. At least as pink as Bon was.

Screw it. He wasn’t going to be jealous of a hair clip. Reaching further up, Bon carefully undid the clip, and Rin’s ridiculous hair immediately flopped down to cover his eyes. Bon swept it all up while Rin sucked in a sharp breath, and he properly clipped it back so none fell in Rin’s eyes.

“I, uh, was wondering, Okumura, do, uh… That is, are you, uh, doing anything after dinner?”

Rin’s tail flicked. “Not yet.” He blinked (he seriously had such long lashes) and stared up at Bon with eyes that were absolutely flickering and flaring with a beautiful kind of fire.

“Would you like to? With me?”

Rin’s arms looped around his neck as his hips started to sway with the force of his wag.

“I thought you’d never ask, Suguro.” He beamed, fingers combing through the hair at Bon’s nape. “Hell yeah, I’d like to.”

Bon was pretty sure the chuchi in his stomach were throwing a damn party with how fluttery it felt, and he didn’t care. It was and had always been a thing, and now it actually was something.

Smiling, he stared down it to happy blue eyes he could properly see. “Then it’s a date.”

#bonrin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #ryuuji suguro #my tumblr fics #ryuji suguro #bon suguro #bon/rin #bonfire #rin okumura #aoex #bon x rin

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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hi there! I really loved your Gotham Eddie Spanking fic and I was hoping you could maybe write a Possessive Reader calling Gotham Ed her Princess? you could incorporate some Spanking or Mommy stuff or any other kinks you'd like I'm blanking atm I just think he deserves to be someone's Pretty Princess

Pretty Princess

Gotham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 700 ed is the most babygirl-ish babygirl to ever babygirl and writing this confirmed that fact in my head so i hope this is the kind of thing you were looking for i dunno i just want him to stand still while i tell him how pretty he is! 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: possessive, spanking, rimming because i couldn't help myself, mommy!kink a lil bit, misgendering but consensual i guess

Ed’s apartment was very open plan, and allowed no privacy apart from one closet and the bathroom, which he stepped out of nervously, blushing already as his eyes found you sitting on the edge of his bed. You were fully clothed, which disappointed him, and only served to make him more anxious, very timid, since he was wearing what you told him to wear.

“Don’t be shy, pretty boy. Come over to me.” Patting the edge of the bed, you watched him wander over, a pair of small, silk panties on, lace edging grazing against his soft pale skin, glasses still on, but nothing else to cover his tall, surprisingly muscular body. He shifted awkwardly beside you, arms crossed over his chest, before he clasped his hands together and let them drop to his thighs, sinking between them as he flitted between sitting up straight, which he knew you would approve of, and hunching over himself to feel smaller, less exposed.

“You’re so beautiful Eddie. There’s no reason for you to be so shy, you know how pretty I think you are.”

His gaze never left the floor, but his cheeks, a rosy pink, were pushed up as his smile spread into them.

“Stand up and do a little twirl, let me admire you.”

Feeling enthused by your words, a sense of confidence instilled by your appreciation of his body, Ed stood up, turned around a few times, and stopped, his back towards you, looking over his shoulder at you for approval.

“Wow, baby girl, you really are a work of art.”

A shy little smile crossed his face again, and it was impossible, as usual, not to reciprocate.

“Who do you belong to, Ed?”

“You.”

“Who’s your mommy, sweet boy?”

“You are.” Ed’s voice cracked as he spoke, desperation and pleasure colouring it.

“And you’re my?”

“Special little princess.” He beamed at himself, already knowing he had the answer right, desperate to please you and able to still be self-satisfied in his intelligence even if it was a simple question like that.

“So pretty! Will you take those off and bend over for me, please?”

His long, slender fingers teased into the waistband of the underwear, pulling them out and down his long legs, stepping out of them, cupping his hands in front of his semi-erect cock, endearingly shy around you, despite his lack of need to be modest. Bending over the bed, he looked back at you for reassurance, meeting your gaze and sighing softly at your smile, his eyes shining behind the lenses of his glasses. He placed his chin on the mattress, knees on the floor and waited for your touch.

Gliding over his soft, round cheeks with your palm, you gently spanked him, indulging yourself as you enjoyed the little jerks he made as you struck him. Kneeling behind him, you held his hips and pulled him closer to you, arching his back to he was raised to your level. With one hand finding it’s way, tight around his length, you spread his cheeks with the other and pressed your tongue to his hole.

Trying to match the speed of your strokes with the insertion of your tongue into him, Ed crumbled under the pleasure, whining and growling into the sheets on the bed, his two sides, strong and weak, falling together, confused and merged at the intense pleasure. He kept adjusting himself, trying to make it easier for you to reach him, to lap at him, trying to move his hand to his cock to take over.

“Just lie there and take it, Eddie. Princesses don’t do any work.”

There was no disagreement, instead he brought his hands to above his head, stretched out, fingers digging into the mattress, clawing at the sheets as he moaned into them, muffled and desperate.

“I’m going to make my princess cum, ok? You’re all mine, I want every last drop of you.”

There were no coherent words as Ed came onto the sheets, spilling onto the floor by the bed as he shuddered into his orgasm, wailing into the bed as you pumped a few more times, milking him completely as he mewled and panted. Just a babbling mess, looking very, very pretty and very worn out.

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blackroseguzzi · 1 year

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Jesus, etc.

So the name of this COLIN ZABEL x OFC is from a Wilco song, which will have more of an importance in another chapter.

I am writing this as a X OFC, because Characters (like animals) make me feel way more connected to them when they have a name. I picked Norie Danner because I feel like it would sound so good rolling off the tongue with Mare & Colin’s Delco accents.

There was a request for a Detective Colin Fanfic and I’m here for it! I will do multiple chapters with this one because the storyline is too good to try and cram into one fic.

This chapter is a lot of background info leading up to the big meeting between Mare, Colin, and my OFC (who I hope you all end up falling in love with like I have!)

ENJOY- your comments keep me writing - so pleassseeeee tell me what you think of this story so far!

“Officer Danner, my office. Now.” Chief Caters voice rumbled around the small station. All heads in the office looked up at the sound.

Norie Danner, a Sergeant police officer in Easttown, Pennsylvania got up from her desk, quickly adjusting her papers and shoving them into a file folder before making her way over to the chief’s office. She wasn’t nervous, though his voice sounded louder and more stern than it usually does. All eyes were on her as she walked over to the Chief’s office.

“Chief,” Danner said quickly, nodding her head at him. He moved to the side and ushered her into his office and he slammed the door. Okay, maybe he was angry?

“Everything okay sir?” Danner asked, a confused look on her face. She placed this months police log onto his desk and took a seat across his desk. His face was emotionless, and he stood in front of her with his hands crossed at his waist. His eyes burned into hers, and she felt the heaviness of her spit slide down her throat as she swallowed, waiting for him to talk.

“I’m promoting you to Police lieutenant, Norie.” He broke out into a wide smile as he watched your eyes bug out of your head. “Your work has always been top tier, and I’ve never been more proud of the work you’ve done for this town and the personal growth through the years. Your dedication to Easttown is like none other. Congratulations, Lieutenant Danner!” He held out his hand to shake yours. You got up as if the chair had set your ass on fire. You shook his hand fast & happily.

“Oh wow, thank you so much! I thought you were about to chew me up and spit me out. I had no idea this was coming,” You confessed. He chuckled and reached into the desk drawer. He pulled out a shiny silver badge and handed it to you.

“Here, this is so rightfully yours.” The words Lieutenant Danner engaged across the tag, so beautifully. “We’ve got a lot to handle in the next few weeks.” Chief stated urging you to sit back down. You were coming down from the high of your promotion and focused on his words. “We’re bringing in a County Detective for the McMenamin case. He arrives tomorrow afternoon. I..”

“Excuse me for interrupting, but isn’t that being handled by Detective Sheehan?” You were confused. That case hit home in a small town like yours. You had worked with Mare Sheehan for years. You had gotten very close, more friends than co workers. She had been your superior when you had first started your job at the station. She held you close as your husband, a fellow police officer was shot in front of your eyes, and in return you were there for her when she had found her son dead, from suicide. You were slowly becoming Drew’s favorite babysitter, and Mac & cheese maker. You didn’t understand why she needed assistance on a case, she was the best there was.

“Yeah, she is.. but the town needs more,” Carter spoke softly. He knew this was going to shock you, it was why he wanted to tell you this privately. He knew that Mare and you had become close. He was happy about that- you had both lost so much. He just wanted you, who turned their pain into passion for work to help Mare understand that another set of eyes on a case was not going to be a bad thing.

“I understand that, but does Sheehan?” You let your shoulders fall and you fell back into the stiff chair.

“Well, I need you to oversee that the two of our finest Detectives work cohesively.” Chief wanted you to be their babysitter. Awesome. You had been promoted and demoted at the same time.

“Not a babysitter per se,” He must have read your mind. “I just want you to make sure they work safe together. Tell them you’re there for support, especially when the town is beginning to get a little out of hand about this case.”

“Yes sir, consider it done,” You got up from your desk and shook Chief Carters hand and thanked him once more. You grasped your new badge tightly in your hand as you opened the door to his office.

“CONGRATULATIONS DANNER!!!!!!!!!!!” Everyone in the office cheered as you exited the Chief’s office. Clearly the station was in on this whole ordeal. You smiled, embarrassed at the outrageous outburst of recognition from your fellow officers and detectives. You searched the room for Mare. She was leaning against the doorway of the Station’s small kitchen, a coffee in her hand. She raised it up towards you and then back to her lips for a sip. She wasn’t one for a giant display of emotions, so that was her way of congratulating you. You gave her a small smile before one of the officers grabbed you in a bear hug.

The commotion calmed down as fast as it had started, and as the evening came to a close the station was left with a few night shift Officers, Mare and yourself. Chief had even gone home to spend some time with his family before the big press conference tomorrow morning about the McMenamin case.

“So, you’re a big shot now, Danner,” Mare walked over to your desk and plopped herself onto the side of it. She was looking at all the papers, files, and photos across your work space. You were such a damn hard worker. You had been at the station for almost 12 years. She knew that because it was right around the time that she had really noticed her son’s troubles. You and your husband had both accepted positions in Easttown, two years into you career your husband, Rick, was killed by a single gunshot to the neck during a drug bust. Norie Danner turned her hurt into full on rage against the drug epidemic in the town. She was single handedly one of the best Police officers Mare had ever seen come through this town, not that she would ever admit that to you.

“It’s Luitenant Danner to you now, detective sergeant Sheehan!” Norie pushed her rolling chair back, and folded her hands in her chest, a wide toothy smile spread across her face.

Mare took one of her m&ms from her bag and chucked it at her friend.

“Hey, I could probably arrest you for that, we’ll say something along the lines of…assaulting a superior!” You watched as Mare threatened you with another M&M, the blue candy held in her fingers above her head.

“Don’t forget that I’m known for my great aim,” Mare joked before plopping the chocolate into her mouth.

“You should head home, tomorrow’s a big day,” You looked into Mare’s eyes, and they looked warn out. You knew her troubles at home. You couldn’t imagine being in her shoes, and on top of home problems - work wasn’t giving her much grace either.

“Yeah, can’t wait to be degraded by the town tomorrow,” She pressed her lips together, and taking a deep sigh. You gave her a sympathetic look.

“They will compare this to Katie’s case but keep them focused on the fact that this is DIFFERENT. Katie is still missing, and Erin is dead. There is no connection between the two.” You offered some support to your friend. She nodded slowly, she knew this already. She just didn’t think the towns people would listen.

“Make matters even more fruitful, I get to enjoy some county sheriff breathing down my neck for the duration of this nightmare.”

You wanted to pretend you didn’t know about this arrangement, so you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Chief called in an old crow?” You always joked that Country Detectives and officers were like old crows. They were always so stiff and rigid, circling the station looking for anything to feed off of for their own benefit.

“Yeah, apparently this one is a master case cracker,” Mare plopped another M&M into her mouth, chewing angrily.

“Well as Lieutenant, I’ll be happy to overshadow you both on Erin’s case once in a while. Make sure the crow knows just where he can fly.”

Mare gave you a thankful smile before suddenly shifting off your desk and walking towards the station door. “It’s getting late Lieutenant, see you in the morning.” She never liked you running home in the dark.

You raised your wrist at your watch, wow already 8:40. You were no stranger to overtime, but this was late - even for you. Luckily, you lived only a few blocks from the station. You had moved there right after your husband had passed. You wanted a small one bedroom, easy to keep clean and cheap rent so that you didn’t feel so bad forking it over when you had only sleep there for a few hours a night each month.

You went to the bathroom and changed into your running attire before putting on her backpack and saying her goodbyes to the night officers before running off the days events all the way to her home.

THE NEXT DAY.

Norie had been called in at 445 that morning. They needed her to set the work schedule for the patrol officers, and she needed to assign the rest of the day shift officers to the press conference. She knew this would be a big one.

You had been so busy she didn’t even realize that the county officer had showed up. Apparently the desk officer had shown him to Mare’s office. You walked to the small kitchen, needing that mid morning cup of crappy station coffee to jolt you like it always did. You heard the door of the station slam and watched Mare huff through the hall of her office. You looked back at the coffee, and decided the last bit in the pot could be split between the two of you.

As you exited the kitchen with two styrofoam cups in her hands, you were met with the Chief- his eyes glued to Mare’s closed door. “You want to go see how she is or should I?” Chief Carter was as a great man. He sympathized with the line of work they were in. He cared about his officers & police mental health. This wasn't just because they were a small town of people who all grew up together, it was because he was an exceptional Chief.

“I got a burnt cup of coffee with her name on it Chief,” You held up the coffees and gave him a small smile. You handled Mare, it was easy for you. She was a pistol. She was earth, wind, and fire. She was Detective Mare fucking Sheeban- the badass.

“Great, she’s in there with Detective Zabel from County,” Chief called out as you made your way down to Mare’s office.

The door was open just enough for you to be able to gently nudge it open with your forearm, making the two individuals in the room turn towards the creaking noise of the old station door.

“Hey Mare, there’s a luke-warm cup of Joe with your name on it. Just how you like it,” You handed her the coffee and she just looked at you blankly before turning towards the man in the room before her.

He was not at all what you were expecting.

He was handsome, and not old like you had imagined. He had on a button down blue shirt with dress pants and a really nice dress coat. He smiled wildly at you.

“Detective Colin Zabel from County, it’s nice to meet you,” He held out his hand. You looked between the coffee cups in both hands and back at him. You could tell that Mare was agitated with his presence, and she grabbed one of the cups of coffee from your hands and shoved it in Detective Zabel’s outstretched hand.

“This Is Luitenant Norie Danner, she’s going to be our babysitter for this case.” That fucking word again.

You saw the nervousness in his eyes when Mare had announced your ranking. It made you uncomfortable that people feared your ranking.

“It’s very nice to meet you Detective Zabel. Please make yourself at home, we’re a friendly bunch. Right Sheehan?” You smiled at the both of them and then set the coffee on Mare’s desk behind her. Mare ignored you and continued to stare down the man who was inching his way into job, making her seem incapable of handling things on her own.

The silence in the room was deafening. Colin took a sip of the coffee, he was being polite when he nodded in approval. The station coffee was shit.

“Well, I’ll let you two finish getting to know each other then. There’s a hell of a good box of donuts in the kitchen if you kids need a snack,” You turned your back to Zabel and placed your hand on Mare’s shoulder leaning in to her ear.

“Go easy on him, he’s cute.” You whispered before exiting her office.

You suddenly didn’t feel so ashamed of the babysitter title anymore.

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