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#you can adore someone and still fuck up and hurt them so bad. will your pride refuse to accept what you've done and lash out instead?

andthebeanstalk · 11 months

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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

#hlep #original #mental health #my sympathies and empathies to anyone who has to rely on this kind of hlep to get what they need.#the people in my life who most need to see this post are my family but even if they did I sincerely doubt they would internalize it #i've tried to break thru to them so many times it makes my head hurt. so i am focusing on boundaries and on finding other forms of support #and this thing i learned today helps me validate those boundaries. the example with the milk was from my therapist.#the example with the towing company was a real thing that happened with my parents a few months ago while I was age 28. 28!#a full adult age! it is so infantilizing as a disabled adult to seek assistance and support from ableist parents.#they were real mad i was mad tho. and the spoons i spent trying to explain it were only the latest in a long line of #huge family-related spoon expenditures. distance and the ability to enforce boundaries helps. haven't talked to sisters for literally the #longest period of my whole life. people really believe that if they love you and try to help you they can do no wrong.#and those people are NOT great allies to the chronically sick folks in their lives.#you can adore someone and still fuck up and hurt them so bad. will your pride refuse to accept what you've done and lash out instead?#or will you have courage and be kind? will you learn and grow? all of us have prejudices and practices we are not yet aware of.#no one is pure. but will you be kind? will you be a good friend? will you grow? i hope i grow. i hope i always make the choice to grow.#i hope with every year i age i get better and better at making people feel the opposite of how my family's ableism has made me feel #i will see them seen and hear them heard and smile at their smiles. make them feel smart and held and strong.#just like i do now but even better! i am always learning better ways to be kind so i don't see why i would stop

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mggsv · 5 months

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SWEET LITTLE THING!✰

f!reader x ryomen sukuna | not proof read | reblog pls !<3

summary : just a look into the everyday life of Sukuna’s sweet little thing. Unfortunately today, Someone’s kidnapped Sukuna’s cute little idiot, and he’s not so happy about it.

warnings : bimbo!reader, plug/gangster!sukuna, age gap (reader is 22 sukuna is 26), bit of a crack fic, suggestive ending, Toji sneak

I am forever riding on Sukuna putting up with Bimbo reader and it being the cutest little thing while he does the most dangerous shit known to man. ✰

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Sukuna wasn’t one to fool around with school girls. Did he sit there and gawk with his younger brother at them? Not often. Does he sit there and listen to Yuji rant about how badly he wanted to fuck them? Sometimes. Was he in on Yuji’s little ploy to fuck every girl he tricks into studying with him? Maybe he’d help out a bit, being the older brother he is. Now, did he drive these girls home? Yes. But did he fuck all of them? No, you on the other hand, that was a different story.

“Yujiiii…” you had whined, trailing behind him with a small pout. Your heels clicked across the concrete, your feet hurting from the long walk. “Can we stop please? My toes can’t breathe!” You both were out, not far from Sukua’s apartment that you shared together. Yuji visited often when he wasn’t staying in his dorm for the weekend. Sukuna went out to do his little business that keeps you both in the nice apartment while you and Yuji went to the store. He already regretted it the moment you put on that cute little pair of platform heels.

“I’m going into the store okay? You stay out here, i won’t be long I promise!” Yuji had told you. You whine but nod. “Okayy..don’t take long! Get me some chips please!” You were adorable to say the least. Not the smartest, but cute as hell. That’s what Sukuna liked about you. Speaking of, your phone rang. The cute little picture of Sukuna you took with his mouth full of your nipple as his contact photo. “Hi Kuna!” You smile into the phone. His hard expression softens seeing your face. He loved when you did your makeup, and secretly when you tried to do his (even though he fusses about it afterwards, that’s doesn’t stop him from taking pictures with you afterwards). “Hey mama.” You could see he was smoking. Leaning back in what seemed to be a couch. “You an’ Yuji alright?” You nod. “Mhm! He went into the store so i’m waiting for him outside.”

“Why the hell didn’t you go in with him? Didn’t i tell you it’s dangerous for you to be out on your own?” He could recall the first time he left you in the car while he went to handle business, coming back to some man hitting on you through the car window. He beat the man up..of course, but he still decided from that moment he’d keep his eyes on you at all times. And at this moment it was Yuji. “I’m sorry Kuna..” you frown, biting at your lip. He sighs and rubs his forehead, the blunt in his mouth going for the ashtray. “Show me the store mama.”

You smile and nod, flipping the camera. “Baby,” He had said lowly, clearly irritated. “Hm?” You flip it back around to show your face. “That’s a sex store.”

“Oh..do you think they have chips? I asked Yuji to bring me some.” You hum for a bit, looking down at your boyfriend who hid his smile despite how upset he was in that moment. “Doubt it. Look, mgonna call you back so I can call Yuji. Stay where you are, understand me?” You pucker your lips at the screen as if to kiss him, nodding, “Yes sir!”

That didn’t last long however. You hated being alone, let alone just standing there in heels. Your feet hurt and you were bored. You started to look at the outside signs of the store, which would be the last thing you see before everything went dark.

Sukuna knew he had to be patient with you. He didn’t mind because he loved you. But when he told you something he expected you to take it seriously. After yelling at Yuji so bad the whole store could hear how much Sukuna wanted to kick his ass, and telling him to get both your asses back home, he expected you to be where he told you to be. But once Yuji stepped outside you were no where to be seen. And nothing pissed Sukuna off more than you not answering when he called afterwards. Straight to voicemail, really? Oh he was heated.

“Hey pretty little thing..” you hear once you regain consciousness. Your body felt cold, you regretted wearing such a cute dress, but it was Sukuna’s favorite no matter what the weather would be. “Kuna..?” you groan, shutting your eyes tightly at the first sign of bright light. “Wrong name sweetheart.” You jolt, suddenly feeling scared. You could move, making out the soft cushion of what seemed to be a couch.

“Oh..Sukuna’s gonna be so mad at me..” You sniffle softly, looking up at the large man that wasn’t your lover. He gave you a small smirk before squinting his eyes. “What..you want to call em’?” He was enjoying this. You nodded, “yes please!” He hums and reaches for the phone on the table. “You know..i picked you up cause you looked familiar. Reminded me of this cam girl i used to watch while back.”

“Oh i don’t do that anymore! Kuna didn’t want to do it with me and didn’t want me having sex with other guys..” the man pauses before handing you the phone. “Thirsty?” He starts walking away, “Oh- Yes something to drink will be nice!” You watch as the man walks away and begin calling the number Sukuna made you memorize in case of emergency. The line rang twice before he picked up, “Who the fuck is it?”

“It’s me!” You squeal. Rocking back and fourth on the couch you listen to the silence on the other line before he sucked in a breath. “Where the fuck are you?” You knew he probably had that sickening frown you hated. “I’m not sure.. I just woke up here.” The man comes back, handing you what looked like water before motioning you to pass him the phone, “Oh- um, the man wants to speak now.”

“You tellin me you had such a treasure and didn’t share? Fuck kind’a man are ya huh?” you look down at the cup, biting your lip as Sukuna screamed at the man from the other line. You learned his name was Toji. Setting the cup down you stand, “Can I talk to him now? I wanna go home.” You hold out your hand for the phone. Toji, looks at you before scoffing. “She’s a stupid little thing, doesn’t even know what’s goin on. How ‘bout this- i want this much cash for the bimbo.”

It didn’t take long for Sukuna to come and find you. You sat on the couch while Toji chuckled to himself about the situation. You knew what would happen, he was unaware of course. You felt bad, knowing how Sukuna got when it came to you. Poor guy. When your lover did arrive he knocked on the door. Toji opened it with a wide grin, but it quickly wore off once Sukuna punched him dead in his nose..he fell to the floor quietly.

“Can I go home now?” You look at Sukuna who scoffed at you, holding out his hand. “Did you drink anything? He touch you? Open your mouth let me see.”

“I’m fine! I remembered not to drink from creepy men.”

Afterwards, he took you to your shared apartment, walking you past Yuji on the couch who had his head down. Sukuna sure scolded him, you knew. “Cmon we’re gonna take a shower.” He grunts as you tried to take the heels off as you walked towards your room. “Can we have sex afterwards?”

“I’ll see.”

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froggywritesstuff · 8 months

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fizzarolli & asmodeus dating hc's

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ship/pairing: Fizzarolli x Asmodeus x male!bodyguard!reader (though there's not much talk of the reader's gender)

request: anon: Would it be okay to have an asmodeus x fizzarolli x Male bodyguard reader, I just want some fluff Headcanons like how the relationship would be like.

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of feeling insecure, swearing, maybe ooc, not proofread

A/N: thank you for requesting! i originally only started writing this for fizzarolli because i didn't know enough about asmodeus, but after watching the new episode i decided to edit it for asmodeus as well. hope you enjoy!

they constantly flirt with you

what’s the point of having a cute bodyguard with you if you’re not gonna try flirt with them occasionally

if occasionally meant almost every five seconds of every day

they fucking love how flustered you look after they compliment you or makes a flirty remark

they both especially love how you try (and fail) to stay professional

fizzarolli's flirting is definitely more crude, while asmodeos is still lewd, but more sensual

overtime their flirting gets more personal

fizzarolli isn't used to someone caring about his safety and well-being like you do, so he truly starts to appreciate your company very soon, and he makes sure to let you know it

if you tell them you enjoy their company and being around them, they get a thousand times more flirty and clingy with you

even though your job is to literally bodyguard him, asmodeus gets really protective over you

checks if you and fizz are ok like a thousand times after coming home from a day out

he knows you can protect yourself, but if he hears someone talking shit about you behind your back or to your face, he's gonna fuck them up.

now obviously they both adore seeing you flustered around them

but when you spring into action and fight off some random imp that was harassing one of them

different reactions from each, but generally speaking, they're down bAD

even more than they usually are

as well as it being a huge turn on for fizz, he feels his heart just explode

he doesn’t often see you so strong and protective of him, so when he does it’s like he’s in a trance and can never look away

if you use that opportunity to flirt with him, he's gonna be putty in your hands

being his bodyguard, you don't flirt with him that often so when you do he goes bright red, and turns to a flustered, stuttering mess

asmodeus mainly finds it hot

after confirming that you're not hurt and you're safe, he'll definitely flirt with you

gets super physical as well, even if you're in public and lots of people can see you

though he tries to hide it, fizzarolli gets really insecure about your relationship, and thinks you're just faking your feelings since you were hired to be his and asmodeus's bodyguard

it takes a long time for him to actually be vulnerable with you and talk about his feelings

it's a big moment for him so do not try to downplay his feelings or dismiss him

if you ever need to talk about your feelings, or literally anything, asmodeus is definitely the best demon for that

you can rant for hours and he'll stay beside you, nodding and intently listening, chiming in when necessary

fizzarolli definitely isn't the best listener in hell, but he really makes an effort for you

puts in 110% effort to listen to you and make sure you feel listened to

a lot of the time if you're ranting about something he definitely joins in, and you two have hour long conversations

they're both super supportive of you in whatever you do

and if you're ever feeling insecure about yourself, they're so quick to shut it down and shower you with compliments

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bakubunny · 8 months

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bnha: their partner has an oral fixation (part 1)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Katsuki | Shouto | Eijirou

no one asked for this, but here i am giving it: oddly specific bnha smut headcanons in a 4 part series because i can.

obligatory mdni, 18+ content. you will be blocked.

tags: aged up characters, fem!reader, oral fixation (obv), oral sex, finger sucking, unintentional hand & finger kink

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Katsuki

doesn’t entirely get why you’re obsessed with his hands that could literally make you take an explosion to the face, but he’s not mad about it. may or may not have looked at you strangely the first time you asked him to put his fingers in your mouth.

you make him see his hands in a new light. he’s so used to watching the world burn at his fingertips that it’s almost cathartic to see them adored and treated gently for no other reason than they’re his, the hands of someone you love.

won’t say it, but he likes the feeling of being between your lips, even if it’s absent-minded sucking. it’s particularly soothing on days when the overuse of his quirk makes his hands hurt like a bitch.

loves how quickly you fall asleep sucking his thumb. gets an affectionate look & runs his fingers through your hair because deep down he’s a softie. gets a warm fuzzy feeling seeing your peaceful face.

will rarely turn down a blowjob. he’s vocal about it when you do, and it only makes you want him more. loves how much it turns you on, but he’d rather fuck you.

Shouto

doesn’t indulge you much at first because he’s partly terrified he’s accidentally going to hurt you. it doesn’t matter if he’s had full control of his quirk for years, “what if?” is all he can think about.

unsure about you playing with his hands from a sensory aspect, but it grows on him over time. your mouth is soft and wet and warm, drool feels messy, and the sensation is strange to him.

he still tries to discourage you from constantly sucking on candy to save your dentist some heartache, but it’s only been slightly successful.

might not say it cause he’s quiet, but he thinks it’s adorable when he catches you sleeping with your thumb in your mouth.

won’t turn down head but doesn’t want to ask for it for himself either. he might offer it as a way to soothe you on bad days, but he’d be horrified if you thought he was self-seeking instead of trying to give comfort.

you rocked his world with the first blowjob you gave him, and you’re a little proud of it. he sat there in disbelief for a solid few minutes before coming back to earth.

Eijirou

he loves how soft and melty you get, like warm putty his hands, especially when he looks at you like you’re his entire world.

he figured it out long before you did because, despite what some might think, he’s very observant about his partner. maybe it was the hard candies and chewing gum you always kept on hand or that he once caught you sucking your thumb while you slept and never told you, but his instinct (and more importantly the internet) helped him sniff it out.

the first time it came up, you two were making out. at one point he was looking in your eyes when his thumb moved from stroking your cheek to running over your lips. all it took was a gentle nudge between them, and your face told him everything he needed to know.

gently encourages you to not hide it, at least with him. loves knowing you’re safe enough to be vulnerable with him on this thing you’re still feeling out. maybe your head is in his lap while you’re both watching your favorite anime when he slips his thumb or a finger between your lips and gives you an affectionate smile.

absolutely adores every moment he gets with your head in his lap and encourages it any chance he gets. initially a little flustered by how much he enjoys it, but recognizes that you feel the same way, and it’s okay.

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banner made by the lovely @cafekitsune.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #kirishima eijirou #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #fem!reader #x reader #headcanon #smut headcanons #millennialmagicalgirl #smut hcs

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hanwiore · 12 days

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a/n: little smut for könig! I love him uhhhh, don’t mind any typos, my pussy wrote this and she’s really tired rn okay!

“uh fuck! s-sorry!” you whine, drool slipping pass your once glossed glittery lips. a smack was swatted against your left ass cheek this time, painting an angry dark red against your brown skin. “cussin now, love? tsk.” two smacks were swatted on the back of your thighs this time.

yours thighs instantly closed, your wetness dripping down them, “g-god, m’ sorry daddy, uhn gosh, m’ so sorry.” it was a shame really, you came to königs house looking so cute, hair freshly done in a half up, half down with a bow right on top of the ponytail. white fold over leggings with a baby pink fitted jacket, you came looking comfortable and smelling so good just to get in trouble.

all because you said his enemy ‘Simon ‘ghost’ Riley ’ was an attractive male, of course it was a joke. I mean, you said it days ago! you thought it was over. but you should have known messing with a guy who have gone through things among what you can imagine would go so kindly on someone who means little harm.

“ja, you sorry baby?” he hums, face sounding tired but in truth. he’s holding back from fucking you. your face is bent over the arm rest of his big couch, booty perched up while your cherry printed panties are half way down your butt cheeks. leggings down to your ankles as your toes curled underneath your fuzzy socks. “hm? you sorry?” he grabs the hood of your jacket, grips it to pull your whole body up, “the fuck you sorry for huh? tell me.”

the same hand on your hoodie moves to the front of you to grip just an inch under your jaw, he moves you back enough to you feel his bulge against your ass. “I-i didn’t mean it papa, I s-swear.” you gargle, still shaking from the spanking you have received.

his lips moves to kiss the side of your forehead, then moves down to your neck, “yea, I know princess.” now his other hand moves and covers your pussy, you feel him moving it against your bud slowly. and you being so damn sensitive, you think you could’ve came right then and there if it wasn’t from the sudden slap he left on your cunt. “ha-haah! daddy- oh my g-gosh.” your body jerks forward and your thighs press against each other, you barely get a moment to do so before your receiving another slap, this time to your boobs that was revealed due to him tugging the zipper down.

you felt like crying, you really did. you whimpered out loud, your fingers found their way to both of his wrist—the one on your jaw and the other one on your thigh that forces it open—you squeeze them as you beg. “p-please. I-it hurts so much.” honestly, you were lucky. you may not have felt as if you were but god, it could have been worse than this. but könig just has a sweet spot for you, you haven’t ran away from him yet, you take it like the good girl you are, he hurts you and you come to him to fix it.

he loves it.

he loves you.

“it hurts princess?” he moves his arms away from you, pushing you back down so your ass is back in the air. “mines hurts too.” his jagged fingers goes and squeezes his dick through his sweats, “fuck, hurts so bad. m’ drippin’ baby.” he sees your head moving to lay flat on your cheek so you can look back at him, a pout on your cute face but he can see your eyes.

you fucking adored him.

“l-love you so much daddy, d-daddy i love y-you so much.” he smiles at that, he bends down slightly to kiss both of your perky butt cheeks, that jiggles with every quiver you’ve made. And all of a sudden you gasp as he quite literally tongue kisses your pussy. His nose so close to your puckered hole as his tongue is making out with the hole that creates the taste he’s obsessed with.

“o-oh.” it almost sound like a cry for help, you were so happy though. you felt so good. you relax against the couch, dainty fingers grabbing anywhere to calm your racing heart and shaggy breathing. “mph, h-heavens.”

his hands grips the fat of your ass to scoot you closer against him, tongue now going side by side against your clit, nose just as wet as his mouth is. then he does the most disgusting thing ever and spits right on your pussy just to slurp it back up and spit on your puckered hole. his thumb is already in there before you think, “oh! f-fuck, shit-,” you know you aren’t allowed to say such words but you just can’t help it.

and he knows, daddy always knows.

he leans back up and pulls down his sweatpants half way down his thick tensing thighs.

you feel it on the wet hole he just spit on. and you’ve seen it a thousand times but you loved to see it all over again.

it was uncut, pink with veins peaking out here and there, but it was so fucking thick. and when ever he was hard enough the extra skin will peel slowly down to show his angry red—wet— tip. You loved it.

that fascination was short lived once you were flipped over and your knees were damn near touching your shoulders, “put it in for me.” his breath was almost as ragged as yours was.

your long acrylic nails, painted pink and white with 3D flowers on it every where clinked against eachother as you stroked his dick once, twice until you slapped it on your chubby lips. making a slimy sound, almost sounds as if it hurts before your pushed it into you.

“d-daddy- o-oh daddy fuck- imma cum a-already.” you moan once he bottoms out. his hands rested right by your head on the arm rest, his legs bent slightly so he can give you short but fast strokes that bruise your g-spot tremendously.

“yea, you taking it baby? taking that d-dick.” his hair falls across his forehead slightly, lips bitten red from his own abuse. eyes clenched shut. “f-fuck mama.” his rough hand slaps your thigh once he picks up the pace more, putting his hands on the back of your knees to fold you impossibly. he was so urgent, urgent to please you. urgent to make you fucking scream.

and you were.

he swore you can make a perfect picture.

you pink bow still in your hair as your hair flows across the couch. eyebrows furrowed and cute lips open slightly to let out the most, sluttiest but cutest whines ever. “a-ah, ah, ah. y-yes daddy- m’ taking it, uh.” your hands moved to grab behind your thighs instead of his while he moves back to inspect your pussy.

he goes to take it out, only an inch away from going completely out before he drops right on in, as if he was tired of doing push ups and gave up. he watches your brown fat pussy lips open wide from his heavy dick, watches how the inside of vibrant pink was creamy with white substance that you caused.

“S-shit, fuck- you creamin on my shit liebe?”

you cry out, head falling back, “c-can’t help it- daddy imma cum- gonna make me cu-cum!” your legs start to shake as well as your walls do, it makes him go sloppy a little bit before he moves forward and now have his hands in fist, legs straight while his fit is on his toes, and he goes absolutely ham in your pussy.

Goes up, then drop again.

Ya’ll make a beautiful musical.

Slapping sounds from his thick chubby balls slamming on your wet asshole, slimy sounds from your wetness and his precum, whiney moans from your and his deep groans that he can’t help but let out.

cause he knows he digging that lil shit out. he knows it.

you’re cumming already, three more strokes in and your absolutely convulsing against his cock. “Ah-ah-ah d-daddyyyy, oh my fu-fucking gosh!” Your fingers pinch your thighs as you can feel your wetness stream from your pussy down to the bottom of your ass on the couch.

he’s not far behind you. between your face, the bouncing of your tits and your tight & wet ass pussy taking his dick like a soldier, every single time makes him moan in your face.

“gonna make cum schönes mädchen.” he legs pull forward so he back on his knees and he pulls you above him, while he’s sitting up. You let go under your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck, reaching around to rub your fingers through his hair as you moan in his ear, “give it to me daddy, gimme it. wan it so bad!”

both of his hands are on your hips, grinding you almost angrily onto his dick, he felt so fucking good.

“a-ah fuck, fuck baby, s-shit-“ he’s grabbing the back of your neck as you feel a warm squirt of cum go inside your throbbing hole, and he’s still going. “G-goddamn.” he shoves his face in your neck as he moves his hips up against you slower and more sloppy.

“no more scherzhaft, yes?” he huffs into your ear.

“yes, no more joking.” you mumble.

#konig #black reader #smut #black woman #black fem reader #black women #black woman femininity #konig cod #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig x you #konig modern warfare #konig smut #konig x y/n #konig x black reader #daddy’s babygirl #older daddy #spank me daddy

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hungharrington · 10 months

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from oldest to latest. as always, this entire blog and everything produces on it is 18+. minors do NOT interact, you will be blocked. feel free to flick me a message if a link is busted or in the wrong place <3

a little less conversation, a little more action, please You've had some bad sex and... well, thinking sex is the problem is easier than admitting it might be you. Steve knows better; that you just need someone to take care of you. 8k words.

two places at once Late night sixty-nineing can get messy. And loving. And competitive. afab!reader, 69, a pinch of face sitting

the price of pretty nails You've got fake nails and that means certain activities are restricted. Turns out, your best friend Steve is more than happy to help you out. fem!reader, fingering, plenty of teasing

cupped hands Even when he's fucking your mouth, Steve's gentle. You wish he wasn't so much. gn!reader, blowjob

wipe out Sitting up too quick can you have you passing out, even at the most inopportune moments. afab!reader, p in v, a touch of hurt/comfort

sittin' pretty (popular!) prompt: “just sit here and look pretty for me." You're ready to ride your boyfriend into oblivion - Steve has other, better, ideas. fem!reader, light choking, hella praise kink, riding but really its u getting railed from the bottom

you know what they say about big hands Some damn good finger-fucking from Mr. Steve Harrington. afab!reader, fingering, lil bitta condescending!steve

eyes on me Steve's a sap for eye contact, even if it means giving up some positions. afab!reader, p in v, riding

counting with kisses You count all of Steve's moles. sfw blurb, supa lovey dovey

my eyes are up here, handsome You catch Steve staring at you boobs. sfw blurb!

taunt Menace!reader teases Steve in the car by tugging the straps of their bikini loose. afab!reader, no smut just teasing :)

menace Steve can be a menace in bed, giving you a little of what you want, but not enough. afab!reader, fingering, teasing + menace!steve convincing you to blow him after the gym

tremble Sometimes, you need loving time... on your knees, pulling out every little whimper from Steve to let him know how adored he is. gn!reader, blowjob, praise

morning spoon (popular!) Some mornings, you wake in that certain mood. Good thing Steve's always on board. gn!reader, p in v, lazy morning sex

drunk call Just a sweet drunk voicemail, sfw :D

take the picture Steve makes you a deal. You take the photo correctly and he'll make you cum, over and over and over. afab!reader, mean!steve, photos taken during sex, p in v

you know how much i love you, right? (popular!) You aren't liberal with your i love you's. Unless, of course, it's when your hand is curled around Steve's cock, watching how he falls apart as you coo praise at him. gn!reader, handjob

loud prompt: JOY, sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately, taking the opportunity to check in. fem!reader, p in v, pussy-drunk steve :)

what do you need? (popular!) prompt: CLOSE, sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished, holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. fem!reader, p in v, reader takes longer to cum

shy baby prompt: COAX, the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them, breathing praises against their skin. afab!reader, p in v, sweetness

stay still, won't you baby? prompt: CONTROLLED, receiver stops stimulating sender and tells them the have to be still if they want to continue. subby!steve, gn and teasing reader, handjob

look at me prompt: GAZING, receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay. fem!reader, p in v, lovey dovey :)

thick thighs (save lives) You're squirming and Steve can't figure out why - til he does. afab!reader, steve eats r out, fingering.

lakeside make-outs. Balmy makeouts in Steve's car. afab!reader, making out.

sweet revenge. / continuation from this thought Steve enacts his revenge. fem!reader, p in v, almost mean!steve, exhibitionism.

steve harrington loves all boobies. You think your boobs are too small. Steve does not. fem!reader, making out, sweetness.

welcome home traditions / based off this thought You and Steve have a habit of having some kind of sex up against the door when one of you has been away. This time is no exception. gn!reader, r gives steve a blowjob.

let me take care you. (popular!) You ask Steve if anyone's ever taken care of him before and when he says no, you show him what he's been missing. gn!reader, handjob, bitta thigh & tummy worship, almost sub!steve too.

2am (popular!) Early morning rides, with sticky kisses and even stickier thighs. afab!reader, riding, p in v, super-disgustingly in love smut.

kitchen counters (kisses and more). Prompt used: “I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard. Wanna hear about it?” fem!reader, fucking against the counter, p in v

wet as a dream (popular!) Prompt used: "When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?" fem!reader, facesitting, soft in love & obsessed wth each other smut.

king steve, brought to his knees. Steve asks you out thinking it'll be an easy fuck — not knowing you're not that type of girl. You're the type of girl who likes to hear her men whimper. fem!reader, exhibitionism, public sex, king!steve, p in v, r mocks/teases steve, sorta mean!reader.

if you're sure. You're a little worried about pushing Steve. He assures you that you aren't. no pronouns but r has breasts.

demonstrate. You ask Steve to show you just how he likes to be touched. gn!reader, r gives steve a handjob.

sweet talk. (popular!) / sour talk. / third part still coming! series. afab+fem!reader. You're interested in your boyfriend's history- well, more like what he used to do that made the stories about King Steve in bed spread like wildfire during school. You find out for yourself.

#jay.masterlist.fics #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington smut

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yanderesimp2000 · 1 month

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husk x fem reader romance head canons sfw and nsfw portions

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My first none - yandere post wow

TWS none husk is perfect

tags Snuggles, Flirting,romance, healthy relation ship, fluff,NSFW at the end ,energetic reader, short reader,playful reader

sorry for this being so short

SFW PORTION

-Husk is very protective not in a possesive way but if anyone trys to hurt you or exploit you he WILL beat their ass

-His fur is very soft so when you cant sleep his warm fur basically works as one of those cuddly weighted blankets

-although he dose not admit when he likes something your doing his body uncontrollably purrs so you always know when he likes something your doing

-Husk is HORRIBLE with affection he just doesn't know how to react to it so he just gets overwhelmed and anxious about what to do

-Husk can still be loving though when he sees your having a bad days he's quick to comfort you and make you feel better

-husk likes to dress you up he finds it nice to be able to buy things you like then make you look all pretty in them but whatever you were he doesn't fucking care

-he likes it when you play with his fur he purrs like a vacuum and practically is shoving you against him that's how much he enjoys it

-hes always tired so he's not to fond of your extremely energetic personality but he manages he loves you so much he could not give to shits

-hes fucking TERRIBLE at comfort even though he's protective you could come home balling your eyes out he would be mad that someone made you cry like that but would not know what to do other then awkwardly hugging you and taking you out to your favorite restaurant

-its easy to tease him since he has so many sensitive points you two can just be laying in bed together and you will just start blowing into his ears causing him to make the adorable low pitched growl you know and love you can even just gently run your fingers through his Tail or Wings and he will be that annoyed since those spots are sensitive

-husk is basicly a walking cuddle pillow to you since your a little bit smaller he's just perfect to cuddle against husk hates it but dosnet say anything because he's a big pushover

NSFW PORTION 18+

he was shocked when you wanted him to be rough because in his eyes all he could think was "why does anyone wanna get hurt while being fucked"

even though he enjoys fucking you roughs he's really scared he could accidently hurt you so he's always making sure you have a safe word and stuff so your always comfortable

he loves it when you suck his dick your a sucker for praise and he know that so he "damn your fucking good at this" and "good girl your the best I've seen do this shit"

usually after a long day of work husk is tired but somehow your always fucking horny so that just leads to you 2 fucking while he's begging to just be able to go to sleep

he likes teasing you by rubbing his dick around the entrance of your pussy this is only when he's not tired but he seems to love how flustered you get and how much you beg for him to just "start fucking thrusting"

Husk at first was a very gentle lover making sure you were only doing safe and gentle sex but when you two started to explore some new fantasy the more he started to like things where he's taking the command but this dosent mean he's not asking you first though for consent

- when husk has the energy to fuck he just keeps on going and going and going until you pass out from exustion then he feels really bad and gives your breakfast in bed with ACHAHOL even though you've said multiple times you dislike it

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel husk #romantic #romance #hazbin hotel art #helluva boss #husk x reader #husker #cartoon

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comfortless · 2 months

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sylly (like silly yk yk) what are your könig hcs? 🌹

SYLLY?! i…. Ok…. fair warning this is a little long… all that i do is think about this guy someone get him out of my head.

tread carefully reading this! there is a lot of sensitive content here: mental health stuff, abuse, mentions of sex and pornographic material, suicidal ideation, etc etc.

Generic, silly headcanons:

He prefers coffee (black) over tea, but he does have a bit of a sweet tooth (will never resist caramel if it’s presented to him). Honestly, he’s pretty self-reliant when it comes to food, too. On lazy days, he makes enough to where a takeout bill is hardly a concern, but for the most part he cooks! Not a chef by any means, but nothing he ever makes is bad!

Definitely wants a big, loving family, the polar opposite of what he had growing up as an only child in a far less than perfect household. Not a dealbreaker, but he does yearn for all of the love that he’s missed out on and then some.

Not big on video games, but… I do think he is absolutely spending every lonely leave playing Elder Scrolls. Would be so easy to convince to go larping or to a renfaire. I see everyone’s car/bike guy headcanons and I raise you… obsessed with fantasy König. He loves history and myth!! Why not combine the two and see him in chainmail.

The scent & kink posts. But to add… he’s an affectionate biter. (,: Knows the correct places to do so that won’t cause damage or hurt too terribly much. Likes to sniff you just as well! The embodiment of the “merge souls with me” post; in love, he just wants to feel you any way that he can and have some part of you lingering on him, even if it’s just a stray hair or your scent clinging to his shirt or pillowcase.

Cheating is never on this guy’s mind when he’s in a relationship. If he’s found a lady not running for the hills the second she catches sight of him, that’s his one and only. Sure, he may find himself attracted to someone else at some point or other during the duration of a relationship, but he’s devoted and disciplined! There’s never the fear of anyone coming in between he and his lover. He’ll spoil you with gifts, clingy to a point it’s overbearing, always giving you the utmost care… but is not opposed to bullying you into being a submissive, trembling mess either. He’s balanced!

Adores animals. Like any of them. There’s a special place in his heart for cats, but having a constant companion that he can take on hikes like a large dog would be ideal. Would definitely consider owning a tarantula or a snake, too. ^^ He isn’t scared of anything, let alone a creature that most are misinformed about… (he projects a little..). He would treat them just as well as anyone would treat a more “normal” pet. Understanding if you wouldn’t want to hold a giant arachnid (they’re delicate and you squirming over it would make him a bit protective over the poor thing. ): ), but it would mean a lot to him if you were more accepting.

König would not be a pretty sight (to most people) the majority of the time… I doubt that he takes care of himself past training his body and his allotted one-two minute military showers. His character description describes what is rumored to be under his mask as scary. Let him have his buzzcut, and scars, and teeth or old wounds a little too fucked up to fix! Unconventionally attractive is still attractive! (i think his ‘face reveal’ is actually so cute…)

Lots of sporadic little thoughts, but… Ambidextrous, can not ride a bike, whistles/hums to fill lapses of silence, flexes his fingers/cracks his knuckles when he’s nervous, definitely snores (loudly), brushes his teeth like 3-4 times a day (when he can) because he eats so much, not a picky eater at all, thinks it’s cute if you’re affectionately a little grossed out by him from time to time, absolutely the kind of person that thinks fuel and fire smell good, fluent in English and German but certainly knows many words and phrases from other languages.

Kind of clumsy. Overthinks the way his body looks to the point where sometimes his movements are a little stiff. Overestimates how tall a door frame may be if he’s distracted in the presence of others, hits his head and plays it off like he didn’t even notice. He’s (obviously) highly confident on the field, but in regular circumstances it’s totally reversed.

Though. Yeah. Sometimes this does translate onto the field. Can’t stay in one place for too long, once knocked an enemy soldier out by barreling into him. He’s a quick shot, skillful with any weapon that falls into his hands, but his focus can get a little skewed.

He collects some things. Nothing exactly pricy, but antique knives, coins, and a pocket watch or two. And he isn’t the most apt at putting things together in an appealing way… The first time you’re allowed into his house it looks like he’s robbed some vintage hunting shop/is planning something nefarious with the way he’s just got a few daggers strewn about his kitchen table. Just push them to the side, it’s fine! (His favorite is certainly one with a handle carved from a stag’s antler.)

Definitely takes a physical approach to bad feelings. @melancholic-thing mentioned to me that he bites himself when he’s feeling dejected or frustrated and yeah. (All of Ghost’s hcs for him are factually correct.) Not going to punch a hole through the wall but may aggressively slam a door or raise his voice before he can catch himself.

I have many thoughts about König’s childhood/early adulthood. Like, too many. But to summarize…

I think that everyone experiences bullying to an extent but what would make it so bad that it managed to make its way into the scraps that we do have of him? What made him so fundamentally unlikable to his peers? /: With my König I’ve settled on it being a blend of neurodivergency and a nightmare home life and alienation from his peers.

Height is predominantly viewed as a good trait. I don’t think it was necessarily his appearance at all that got him picked on so heavily (albeit… I do think that he would have had some scars, crooked teeth, regular facial bruising or cuts from scraps with other children/his father). Perhaps not the most conventionally attractive guy around, but normally viewed as a solid 5/10, just average. The kind of person who you wouldn’t remember from just a face alone.

His personality was always memorable though.

Whilst the other children/teenagers were interested in the regular trends, sports, whatever was shown on the television or heard on the radio at the time, I think he probably would have had a great interest in escapism!!

Comics, books, researching history and geography, etc, anything that could keep him from thinking of where he was/what other people viewed him as. He had a lot of strange things to say: odd facts (like the kind of person to tell you the longest word in the dictionary because he thinks it’s cool, “um actually—“ to correct something, monologuing about some bug you’ve just squashed and how it was not just a pest but very useful in nature, borderline concerning reactions to being shunned (feigned threats of violence that he would laugh off, things he’s probably heard from media and his own parents), over explaining himself for the simplest of misunderstandings, and… quoting his Oma’s very old-fashioned turns of phrase (think of little Kö regularly saying “Du gehst mir tierisch auf den Keks.” when he’s annoyed whereas the others say things far less dated like “Du gehst mir auf den Sack.”)

With him being difficult to relate to and having the most uncanny things slip out of his mouth, others probably did view him as a bit of a freak. He didn’t particularly stand up for himself often either apart from a few fights (and would never hit a girl). He would stay quiet, pretend to focus on his studies or whatever else was before him while the other children jeered and taunted. Regularly a target for fake confessions and offers to hang out outside of school, too.

König did have crushes, did have people he thought were cool and wanted to befriend, but after the third time of showing up someplace that he had to walk to on his own to find that no one had actually wanted to spend their time with him, he gave up.

I don’t think he had a good relationship with his parents or much of anyone. Seriously, leaving for the military at seventeen sets off a ton of alarm bells! He left the week of his Oma’s passing, because what else was there for him — no girlfriend, no prospects, hardly a relationship with his mother or father.

His father was your standard shit parent— womanizing, loud, physically abusive towards König. “Bonding” activities with him always had a heavy lean towards violence: hunting and arguing that usually resulted in fist fighting his own son seemed to be his favorites. A small man with an equally small ego— he probably would have boasted about his affairs to König, exposed him to pornography as a way of making sure his son wasn’t anything other than straight (which: never stopped his curiosity). He would never hold back from telling König that he would never in a million years find a girl willing to put up with his supposed stupidity and shortcomings. Generally just viewed his own son as utterly worthless if not for use as a punching bag.

In turn, König always loathed him, would dread hearing the bastard just walking around the house because he knew he would always find something to bicker with his wife or son over. Nothing that they ever did would be deemed correct, and his social anxiety initially developed from his dealings with him.

His mother was withdrawn, emotionally neglectful. König was just… there to her; another mouth to feed, another person begging for the attention she would have rather spared on herself.

She wasn’t a bad mother and she did try, but the product of dealing with his father’s nonsense + letting her own mental illness go unchecked (as in, his father controlled the family financially and why would he let her blow through their funds to see a therapist and “lose her lucidity with pills and ridiculous talks”). There were some days when she would be feeling more like herself and take König along with her for walks through the park where she would try to ask him about his life, about school, and… he would end up spilling his guts to her only for her to return to silence. Still, those were his favorite days. His fondest memory was picking a flower for her on one of those walks, one that she kept pressed and later framed.

There were never family dinners, no movie nights, no day trips or vacations. The most blissful of days were spent in the comfort of his room where he could keep the door locked and muffle the sounds of his parents arguing with loud music.

So, König did not have much of a safe space within his own home, but he had his Oma and her cluttered little house. She had books and plenty of food, even a cat, too. Though she was like his mother, stern and withdrawn, she would at least sit with him and tell him stories of her own life. She would at least tell him “Ich lieb dich, Käferchen!” in her quiet voice, stroke his head where he would sit with his nose buried in a book beside her. She would show him her dusty antiques, her old photographs, and in turn taught him to be a proper man by making him tend to what needed to be done around her house. And the garden. He loved his Oma’s garden, full of orchids, petunias, and tomatoes she would mash up to make him goulash or tomatensalat!

With Austria’s leading religion being Catholicism, I do think his Oma would have dragged him with her to service plenty, too. Not that he ever particularly enjoyed it… just zoned out with a plastic soldier in his pocket to fidget with or some trading card he spent the money he earned doing chores for her on. He’s never considered himself religious, thought himself to be bound for Hell no matter what, even if most of the time he felt that he was already there.

You take a puppy that’s been beaten down his entire life, but still remains eager and throw him in a barrack with people more horrible than any bully he’s ever had, though…? He starts taking his father’s advice more and more then. He wouldn’t harm anyone that he didn’t view as deserving of it, but it didn’t need to go that far that often, anyway. König is aware of the space he takes up by then, aware that all of his training has made him more broad and sturdy, and those playground fights are nothing compared to what he’s capable of now.

He gets his callsign from a quip about him owning nothing. His barrack is empty, devoid of pictures or any sentimental belongings. He rarely checks his phone, there might be the occasional missed call from a spam number, what is there to even see? He has no social media presence, every leave is spent in a shitty apartment only a days travel from his hometown, and he is utterly silent when the other soldiers invite him out for drinks. So yes, he’s a king. The king of absolutely nothing.

One of these rowdy boys does eventually coax him into talking to a woman. He loses his virginity in a disgusting bar bathroom, where he asks her after the two minutes he’s spent inside of her if it means anything to her at all. She laughs, washes herself in the sink and calms him down, but doesn’t give him her number or anything more than her first name.

He’s starved for love, utterly miserable without it, but doesn’t have much of a desire to seek it out, either. He’s seen how people are, how they treat him. But time and time again he will grapple onto any thread that may lead him to a pinhole of hope when it’s offered to him. For the most part, he has his hand and a perpetually almost-empty bottle of lotion.

And it’s not much of a surprise that König has contemplated suicide more times than he can count. It has never culminated in any way, only fearing that he would disappoint his men, even further disappoint his parents, maybe even a small part of him still believes in a Hell; that maybe with enough vigilantism on his part he’ll earn his way to a pleasant afterlife, one he teeters on the separation of believing in and not.

He doesn’t think about his mental health, always haunted by his father’s words, thinking that assuredly it would make him weak if he were to seek help for something like his own thoughts. So he overexerts himself during workouts, bottles everything other than rage and love inside: no one is going to see him cry, not ever again after being laughed at for him hundreds of times during school where he sat being called an “ugly giant” a “daydreaming freak” and an “idiot” near daily where silent tears did escape, only spurring further laughter.

Though I do not write him with these things in mind for every au, there are always subtle hints scattered about. ^^ I could probably prattle on forever about him, but I will leave you with this for now…

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Leon looks so pissed off in that last gif and Luis looks ecstatic. Oh to be stuck between the two of them. Luis so fucking happy he gets to play with you as he thought you were adorable the first time he saw you but Leon pissed off that he's having to share you. Maybe you were the price for Luis' help.

ok im sorry but i have to go insane for like. at least a moment bc luis 🥺 my love 🥺

(cws: gn!reader, post-canon, re4 spoilers!!, confessions, flirting, a kissy kissy, canon divergence, some blood and injury, mild innuendos, a lil intimate touching & mutual pining. leon's bad with feelings.)

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Luis is sooooooo happy go lucky about the whole thing but Leon couldn't be more pissed. you're his mission partner, his. so where the hell does this stupid Latin-hearthrob local get off on asking him to set you two up? the danger may have passed and Ashley may be safely loaded on to a helicopter and taken away, but does he really have no better way to spend the last evening you've got to waste here? he just has to bug him about trying to get in with you?

"come on, prince charming. didn't you say you would thank me for my help?" Luis teases, nudging him with his elbow as the two lounge side-by-side on one of the sofas in the palace's many sitting rooms. Hunnigan had pointed out that the castle would be the most fortified place for you three to wait out the evening, as another chopper wouldn't be available until the next morning. but despite it being comfortable, Leon's only got his mind on passing the time as quick as possible so he can get you away from Luis and nip that possibility of you two hooking up in the bud.

"pick something else." he huffs, arms crossed over his broad chest as he elbows Luis back even harder--and a smirk twinges at his lips when he hears the Spaniard groan and buckle in pain, his wounds still fresh from just barely escaping Saddler's attempt to get the "sample" back from him.

it was because of you that he even survived, you had shoved him out of the way and landed a hit on his attacker with your shotgun aimed right at his head. and even though it obviously hadn't killed him, and you'd suffered your own injuries as you were flung away and Saddler retreated, you still rushed to Luis first to stem the bleeding from his abdomen and whisper those soft, worried reassurances that he would be okay. you'd taken care of him, brought him back to life, soothed him and babied him and smiled when he managed to get to his feet--and Leon had hated every second of it because it was for someone else. what he wouldn't give to have you look at him that way, to croon over him and want to protect him and kiss his wounds better.

so duh, he's jealous, and that's why he's been so stubborn and childish over Luis' attempts to claim his prize. but even now, when all is said and done and he's finished what he started, he still can't get even that.

"Luis?" Leon's head perks up at the sound of your voice--your sweet, delicate voice wafting over as you step through the doorway. clearly you heard him whining in pain, your eyes say it all. they soften with your brow and you move briskly to crouch in front of your friend and rest your hands tenderly on his knees. "are you okay? is it hurting again?" damn that doting look you give Luis. he shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he tries not to think of you looking at him that way, in that same position, with his legs spread apart and you on your knees like that...

"only when I breathe, mi corazon." he laughs albeit defeatedly, and only now does Leon feel a little guilty for prodding some of those wounds. he definitely looks paler than he should, but it also hurts to see you so worried for him.

"oh, Luis--here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable, yeah? it'll be better for you to lay down anyways. Lee?"

he's so lost in the way your hands glide up Luis' legs to check on his bandages that he flinches when you call his name again, your expression questioning when he finally snaps back to reality until he utters a "huh?". and then you gesture for him to help you prop Luis up to take him into the bedroom next door, which he does for you begrudgingly and remedies only by dropping Luis just a little rougher than needed when he lifts him up on to the bed. it bites him in the same way as the Spaniard groans and you hurry to evaluate his pain, but at least now Luis looks a bit more pathetic laying back on the sheets--much like he's moments away from passing out cold. it's been a long day for all of you, after all, although he would be lying if he said he wouldn't be glad that it'd shut him up for five minutes.

it feels even longer when he watches you lean over him, and Luis' fingers trail up your hip to give your waist a playful squeeze--and when you two share a too-intimate smile at each other as you work on tightening his bandages, Leon's had more than enough. when you straighten up and turn to him to ask him to fetch something, the words don't even hit his ears because he's already leaning in. both hands come to rest just underneath your jaw and sit right below your ears, so the entire lower half of your face is dwarfed by him as his lips meet yours in a hot, wet flurry; one, another for good measure, and a third just grazing your bottom lip as you finally flinch at the sudden contact. a sound escapes you but whether it was his name, or a question, or just a sound, he doesn't know. because as soon as it's over, Leon's turning on his heel and leaving the room in a hurry to go get whatever it was you wanted. he'll just have to guess. something for Luis.

"my, my..." the man in question wonders aloud, a smug grin tweaking his lips as he watches Leon's back disappear from the doorway. "...finally got the courage, I see." he whispers devilishly under his breath.

"L-Lee? Lee! I...d-did I do something..? I didn't hurt his feelings, did I?" you whimper so sweetly, and Luis can't help but laugh even though it has him keeling over in a second, the pain in his chest bringing up a hacking cough that thankfully goes away quickly, and without any blood in his palm to boot.

"oh, mi amor, you're going to rot my teeth...don't worry your sweet heart, he's just got something on the mind." he shifts his position and looks up at you with a wink at the ready, but your unexpectedly sour expression staring back at him wilts that charm in no time at all.

"I hate it when you two act like you know something I don't." all that pouting you're doing now is just too adorable to resist though, especially since you're throwing yourself right back into securing his injuries yet again--perhaps, based on the concentration on your face, because you want to focus on figuring out the reason for why your coworker just did what he did. those warm cheeks and glimmery eyes speak for themselves, though. you must have enjoyed it, conflicting feelings and all.

"and--hngh--what if we do?"

"then just tell me!"

you huff, straightening out his clothes for the last time and gently dragging his shirt back down to cover his stomach. just when you reach his belt, however, Luis grabs your wrist in a tight grip and yanks you towards him--and when you squeak and collapse on top of him, your hands hitting either side of the pillow under his head while your knee rests on the edge of the mattress, that flustered face and those quickened breaths at your newfound closeness just melt any remaining hesitation from his heart. his thumb grazes your palm on the hand he's still got in his grasp, and with a smirk he slides it over yours to lace your fingers together while the other creeps up your neck.

you've got eyes on him alone, heart beating in your throat for him. the kiss he plants on your half-open mouth is warmer, sweeter, and deeper than the one you had from Leon--not better or worse, just enthusiastic in a different way. and his grin only grows wider when he breaks away and spots Leon standing there over your shoulder, watching with flushed cheeks and a vial clutched in his hands as he waits in the doorway. how polite of him, especially shutting the door so quietly as he slowly stalks up behind you both in your moment of heated, Spanish passion.

"...now, how's that for a confession, cariño?"

#luis sera #leon kennedy #luis sera x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader x luis #ot3 #resident evil #re4make #ellie writes #anons

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spiralingemptyness · 7 months

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Clone wars hc

Been lurking on tumblr for a bit (while) and decided to throw my own clone wars hc cause the hyperfixation be hyper fixated (sorry for any spelling errors).

Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan are bffs - They both lose their robes and seem to flirt with anything that walks. meaning they have get togethers and give each other flirting advice.

Jocasta Nu and Admrial Yularen are BAMF, and are severly underrated. you don't get away with hurting someone they care about unpunished.

Rex's first thought of ashoka was "that's a child" followed by "that's a child on a battle field" and then "that's a child on a battle field with no clothes, what the kark".

One of the shinies from Monnk's battalion definitely asked Fisto (while high on pain meds) if he lactates and monnk and fisto lost their shit and couldn't stop laughing for 5 min straight.

Kix (and other medics by default) have tranq/hypo guns for any vode or jedi that try to leave med bay when on bed rest.

Fox and Amidala gossip and constantly talks shit about Palpatine

Kit Fisto Smile Supremacy, this man win's best smile, it never fails to cheer someone up.

Rex definitely twirls his guns before putting them in his holsters when he's done using them

Bly is obviously in love with Aayla, and he tries to hide it (and fails miserably) but he's so respectful about loving her and swooning, that Quinlan couldn't even give him a shovel talk.

the clones were absolutely baffled when they met the jedi's

Wolffe and Fox are twins, they might be at each others throats 90% of the time, but if you talk shit about the one of them, the other won't hesitate to beat your ass.

Monnk says the most off handed shit in a dead pan tone (ex. Monnk: well I'm not gonna live, laugh, love this. Fisto, laughing his ass off: I-I'm Sorry? Monnk: I'm just saying this is gonna be a bitch)

Plo Koon is Plo Buir, He's at least adopted the Wolf Pack and Ashoka

the 501st and Ashoka are siblings

Grey adopted Caleb Dume

The Iron Battalion/13th battalion took one look at Cal and immediately adopted him

Ponds isn't dead (cause fuck canon), he found Boba before his schemes could go off and made him a deal, He helps Boba plan the assassination attempts on Windu (he trust his general won't die, but he gave him more headaches) so there's no casualties, but slowly the attempts stop and now Boba just lives in the 91st venator's vents.

The first time Cody picked up Obi-Wan's lightsaber he thought it was so cool, and now he just wants to glue the damn thing into his hand

Hound spoils Grizzer, he absolutely adores the massif

Jesse make sure Kix is actually taking care of himself, and make sure he's not over working (and when necessary, he uses a hypo to make sure Kix sleeps, cause Kix will hold that over his head and pay him back for it)

Fox and Thorn are opposites but they are really close

The corrie guard has a list of all the good and bad senators

The most forms that Monnk and Cody (and occasionally Ponds) fill out are forms for more robes

Cody's name is Kote (but goes by Cody cause so many nat borns mispronounce it) and Obi-Wan randomly asked if that was his name, and Cody was just utterly shocked

After Umbara, Fox say a very traumatized trooper (it's Dogma) who is facing shitty consequences for doing the right thing and adopts him into the guard

After Kix woke up from his stasis and found artoo's (again, fuck canon) he would stay up on nights he couldn't sleep and watch videos of him and his vode from artoo's memory bank

Clones using their Jedi's lightsaber - Cody using Kenobi's lightsaber after he loses it for the millionth time, Rex using it to back ventress away from ashoka, Fox finding quinlan's in a dumpster (with quinlan in said dumpster)

Hound let's grizzer purposely tackle people when he can easily apprehend them because it's funny or because whoever he's chasing pissed him off and he's petty

Yoda is the ultimate menace (like srs palpitine hates his ass, but yoda -and everyone else- hates him even more)

Yoda still keeps in touch with Rys, Jek, and Thire (mainly Thire) after the treaty or smth

The Corrie found Quinlan Vos in a dumpster and now he won't stop bugging them (expecially Fox)

Fox is a walking encyclopedia of every republic laws, you do one minor thing wrong and he can quote every law you broke, word to word

A trooper (let's call him Sharks) from Fisto and Monnk's battalion can just get a group of sharks to gather around, at every planet, every time, without fail

Plo's disappointed dad sigh can make a separatist army fold into defeat

Kenobi absolutely loathes caf, he hates it with a passion

Each high ranking clone officer has to deal with something of their jedi - Cody has to deal with Kenobi flirting with seperatist and losing his lightsaber, Rex has to deal with his general constantly crashing ships, his batshit crazy plans and his general continuously using the force to throw him, Monnk has to deal with his general randomly "shedding" clothes, and all the clones have to deal with their generals and commanders not wearing armor (Except for Jaro Tapal, HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO WEARS ARMOR)

Corrie Guard can sleep standing up, very useful when guarding in the pods during senate meetings

The nice Senators (mainly Chuichi, Amidala, and Organa) and Vos very often get things for the Coruscant Guards, and whenever the guard see's the gifts they are baffled and bamboozled

Rex called dibs on Domino squad after the moon mission

Echo and Fives without hesitation took Tup and Dogma under their wing

Fives, Hardcase and Jesse started a prank war in the 501st that accidently evolved into a GAR wide prank war (with Coruscant being neutral ground, cause the guard doesn't need to deal with that shit, doesn't mean they don't help out)

Fox holds ALL the blackmail, and has multiple informants in every battalion, plus he has the power to withhold caf shipments

Fox also regularly reads his batchmates mission reports to mae sure their ok

The Corrie guard accidently adopted a stray tooka and a loth cat, now they're the guards emotional support animals

Rex keeps complaining about his brothers flirting with their jedi's that he didn't even realized that he third wheeled between Anakin and Padme that he joined their relationship

every mothers or fathers day without fail, shaak ti and plo koon always gets presents and gifts from their children (troopers and cadets.... and ashoka)

Coric is Kix's Ori'vod, he didn't admit it at first but Kix grew on him and well medics stay togeth

Coric purposely avoided being CMO of the 501st because they are hellions, Kix wanted to strangle him after he realized what being CMO of the 501st meant

Rex was on the 212th with Cody when Anakin was still a padawan

Rex hates evals, natural blonde plus Kamino is a recipe for hell. Also he was shocked at Skywalker being nonchalant about his hair, Anakin just though it made him cooler

That's all I have for now, if you see any you've seen before my bad, I honestly just typed the first that came to mind and kinda spiraled from there. I'm just now starting to interact with tumblr, so I might upload more and maybe even some art if I can stay focused long enough.

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jeonqkooks · 11 months

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jungkook #33 from the fluff list 💗 (even better if its like fboy badboy jungkook getting flustered and shy around oc hehe)

daft pretty boys | jjk

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pairing: jungkook x reader

prompt: "i can't think around you."

rating: G

word count: 0.8k

genre/warnings: classmates to .. lovers?, college au, basketball captain!jk, he's neither a fuck boy nor a bad boy he's just a cute boy <3, fluff, swearing as per uzh, i plagiarized MYSELF bc the shit mentioned here was actually taken from my final paper for a film class two years ago lmaooooooo

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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If there's one thing that Jungkook absolutely despises, it's when people think jocks are dumb. It's a common misconception and it's downright hurtful sometimes; just because Jungkook is the basketball captain, doesn't mean that anybody has the right to assume he's got hay for brains.

However, if someone were to come up to him right now and say it to his face, he probably wouldn't disagree.

"So yeah, if they lose the memories of these relationships, I think they'd also be losing parts of themselves that make them whole, because an individual's identity is an accumulation of multiple smaller identities they have with every single intimate relationship that ultimately forms one collective identity, y'know?" you finish, and it's not until then that Jungkook comes back down to earth, realizing that he's just been staring at you this whole time. "Anyway, what do you think?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Same, uhm," Jungkook stammers. "I also thought about their collective relationsh- I mean, collective identity and multiple identities and-"

You purse your lips as you take in his whole demeanor, like a nervous child fumbling with his words. "Did you not watch the movie?"

He did watch the movie. In fact, Jungkook watched it three times over the weekend because that's how much he liked it. When he registered for this class - History of Popular Cinema - at the end of last semester, he was hoping that it'd be an easy elective so he could focus more on basketball and his core courses. And for the most part, this film class is easy. All he has to do is watch movies and hand in a few short essays every now and then. Piece of cake.

Then the final paper rolls around and the professor assigns everybody a partner to work with. In theory, it should still be a piece of cake, because there still isn't that much to do anyway.

So why is it so fucking hard all of a sudden?

Jungkook had never really noticed you before you became his designated collaborator for the month. Never saw you on campus, never saw you attending the games. Hell, he didn't even know your name until this final assignment.

"I watched it," he defends himself lamely.

"Okay. And?"

"It was good."

You frown, and all Jungkook can think about is how adorable that crease between your eyebrows is. How he just wants to reach across the table and smooth it over, or better yet, kiss it away.

He's fully aware of how stupid he must look, with his sweaty palms and his words falling over each other like goddamn Jenga pieces, in front of a girl that he's been obsessed with for weeks now. Jungkook doesn't normally do crushes, but the more time he spends with you to work on this lame ass paper, the more he finds his mind drifting to you even when you're not in his vicinity.

He thinks you're so pretty when you absentmindedly bite your lip whenever you're concentrating. He thinks you always smell like jasmine, and he's delighted by how your scent lingers on his own clothes after every time you meet, like he's carrying home a reminder of you. He thinks you're ten leagues smarter than him when you text him whole paragraphs detailing how postmodern filmmakers flirt with the concept of identity fragmentation through different types of cinematic manifestation as a reflection of the realistic postmodern person, because what the fuck does that even mean?

"You're not doing a very good job at convincing me you watched the movie," you say.

Jungkook groans internally - and a little externally too - as he runs a hand down his face. "I watched it, I promise," he tells you. "I watched it, and I really liked it. It made me think about a lot of deep shit that I don't normally think about."

"Uh huh," you say slowly. Your frown is still there, but now it's embedded in confusion as you try to understand his dilemma. "Then tell me about that. What was the deep shit?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

How is he supposed to explain that every single thought he had suddenly grew legs and yeeted itself out the window the second he saw you arrive today, wearing a stunning smile and a t-shirt that says Caution: Full of Shenanigans? Not once in his entire life had Jungkook felt so no thoughts, head empty.

"Because I can't think around you," he settles on being honest. "Because I keep thinking about you when you're not here, yet when you are, I can't even think at all."

It takes a minute for his words to sink into your brain, and Jungkook watches nervously as a blush spreads across your cheeks, so rosy that he just wants to grab your face and pepper kisses all over. For the first time since he has known you, you don't know how what to say.

The sight of you, rendered speechless by him being rendered an idiot, has Jungkook blushing too. Despite the patch of bashful silence that ensues, somewhere outside the metaphorical windows of his and your minds, both your thoughts are riding off into the sunset together, holding hands.

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cupid-styles · 7 months

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the punishment

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an extra for this one-shot about sugar daddy harry

in which mia is craving attention from her boyfriend, but she goes about it the wrong way.

content warnings: smut ! (spanking, dirty talk, harry being a mean dom, ruined orgasm, breeding kink, light bondage, spitting)

word count: 2.2k

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talk to me

Mia can be a brat.

Harry knows this — it's not a new revelation, and he probably realized it the first time they met when she fired back sarcastic comments about him having a bad dating profile.

(In hindsight, she was absolute right, as she is about many things, but he'll never admit that. At least not for right now.)

They've only been seeing each other for around two months and properly dating for one, but Mia is a creature of habit and he's gotten to know her quite well. She's always cranky after a late afternoon or evening class, she gets a headache when she's hungry, if she drinks more than three glasses of wine without any water in between, she's ending the night with her head in the toilet.

Harry doesn't mind any of these things — he's actually really enjoyed getting to learn the things that make her her, and even if he's holding her hair back with her knees pressing into the heated floors of his bathroom, he adores her.

He really, really adores her.

That's why he's all but clamoring into her apartment, eyes wide with concern, his fist rapidly hitting the wood — because while she was waiting for him to come over, his pretty, lovely Mia is walking around in nothing but a baby tee and a slinky pair of white underwear, and he can see her straight through her window.

Harry considers himself to be well-versed on the threat of violence against women, so he's immediately pounding on the door, demanding she open it. When she does, she swings it open with a look of confusion, still in the same scraps of fabric that barely cover her body. He hisses out and nearly pushes her through the doorframe, slamming it behind them.

"Mi, your fucking curtains are open," he sneers, brushing past her and straight to her living room. He grabs the fabric and pulls them closed, a scowl on his face when he turns around to look at her.

She's standing behind him with her arms crossed, tucked under her breasts just enough to push them up.

"Okay," Mia replies with a shrug, "Are you done?"

Harry furrows his eyebrows, a crease forming between them as he glances back at her now covered window. Is he hallucinating? Why isn't she concerned?

"What are you talking about? Mia, someone could have seen you—"

"Yeah, you did."

"Exactly, but it could've been someone more dangerous than me and you could've gotten hurt—"

"But I didn't."

He huffs in annoyance and steps closer to her, trying to read her expression through his own squinted eyes.

"No, you didn't. But I don't want you prancing around your house with the windows open so some weird perv can watch you. Especially when you're wearing... that."

Mia tilts her head to the side, her lips slightly pursed. "Wearing... what? My pajamas?"

"Those aren't your pajamas, Mia."

He's growing increasingly frustrated with her, not understanding why she's fighting him on every little thing, even if it doesn't make sense.

And then it clicks.

She's doing it on purpose.

She wants to be punished.

"I don't get why you're being so conservative," Mia says with a roll of her eyes, "Maybe if my boyfriend actually paid attention to me, I wouldn't have to try to get it from weird pervs."

Harry's eyebrows shoot up and he surges forward, his form towering over hers. He grabs her by the hips, his fingertips slipping underneath the tight waistband of her underwear. He pulls at the fabric, holds it, and then lets it snap against her skin. She gasps in surprise, but refuses to back down — he can see it in her eyes, she only wants to continue challenging him.

"Is that what you want?" Harry snarls, ducking down so he's at eye level with her, "Attention from strangers you've never met instead of your sweet, loving boyfriend that buys you whatever you want?"

His hands travel around to her ass, cupping and massaging the soft flesh. Goosebumps raise over her arms and legs at his low tone, her eyes rounding out as he grabs at her skin.

"No answer?" he continues, clicking his tongue against his the roof of his mouth, "No? Nothing? You don't wanna admit to me that you know how I sweet I am on you, huh? Remember when I bought you all that makeup you wanted last weekend? And what about the massage I scheduled for you when you were feeling tense from school, hm?"

Mia opens and shuts her mouth, her words dry in her throat every time she goes to answer. Of course she knows how much Harry does for her—how much attention he gives her in a million different ways. But the longer he paws at her ass, arousal quickly dampening the white fabric covering her modesty, she finds that it's impossible for her to verbalize anything, entirely too swept away in Harry's dominance.

"What, you don't wanna be such a brat now?" he pushes, one of his hands moving up the length of her back. He grabs a handful of her hair and pulls, his grasp tight as Mia lets out a wet gasp.

"I'm not a brat," she finally mutters out, teeth grit from the slight bite of pain at the base of her skull, "You just don't how to fuck me, is all."

"Now, I know you're not that fucking dumb," Harry hisses, angling his face closer to hers so that they're almost nose-to-nose. "I know you're just feeling bratty and you want my attention, so I'll give you one chance to apologize. Now."

They both know there's not a chance in hell she's saying she's sorry.

He releases her head and shakes his own, using his newly free hand to grab her jaw. "Open."

She doesn't.

"Mia, open your fucking mouth."

Harry swears her lips pull even tighter together.

"You're an absolute menace, you know that?" he mutters. She's not sure what's she's expecting—she knows she's being the absolute worst right now, grating every last ounce of his patience—but it's certainly not his spit landing on the surface of her lips, a wicked smirk on his face, as if to say I-fucking-told-you-so.

"Lick it up," he simply instructs, removing his hands from her body. She does as she's told, nervous bouts of energy firing through her as her tongue peeks out of her mouth to get rid of his saliva. It's dirty and demeaning but so, so good.

While she does that, he makes a move to remove the leather belt slung around his hips. They've experimented with the belt a few times, but nothing more than a few swats to her thighs or bum — it's intense, and after a few hits, it becomes unenjoyable.

So she's expecting that, but instead he sits down on the couch and pats his thighs. Silently, she complies, prepared to straddle his waist.

"No." he says curtly, nudging her body away with his knee, "Tummy down, ass out."

Mia swallows and nods, slowly lowering her body over the length of the couch. She stretches her torso across Harry's lap with her bum fitting just below his thigh. Once she's settled — with no help from Harry, may she add — she feels him wrap the leather around the thick of her thighs, securing it tightly with the metal buckle. She gasps at the roughness of it; how he's just manhandling her like some kind of doll, the arousal leaking from her pussy smearing between the insides of her legs.

"Why did you have me come over if you just wanted to be a naughty little brat?" Harry asks, his palm finding the globes of her ass, rubbing over them softly.

"I don't know." she mumbles as she crosses her elbows under her chin.

Suddenly, his hand disappears, and just as quickly it's back, a harsh smack sounding through the room as it comes down on her ass.

"Oh!" she exclaims, flinching slightly at the surprise of pain.

"Give me an actual answer, pet."

Mia swallows nervously and rolls her lips into her mouth. "I... I missed you."

"You missed me?" Harry scoffs from above, "So you thought that was the best way to get my attention?"

"We've both been so busy with work and school... jus' wanted your attention, daddy."

He sighs and trails his fingertips up her spine. She allows her eyes to flutter shut at the gentle touch, a reminder that even if he could be mean and punishing, he was still her Harry.

"I know, you're right," he eventually murmurs, moving his hand up to her hair and stroking it, "I know we haven't seen each other much lately and I'm sorry for that."

Mia doesn't reply to that, instead shifting her position slightly, her thighs starting to feel irritated from the constriction of the leather.

"But you know there are better ways to communicate that to me than doing what you did," Harry continues, forming her hair into a loose braid as he speaks, "Your safety and happiness is my number one concern. Always. And I'm not happy that you put your safety at risk just to get my attention."

"I know," she whispers. "I'm sorry."

"I know you are. You're my sweet girl, I know you didn't mean it." He keeps his voice low, his chest vibrating with his words as his other hand dips below the waistband of her underwear, plucking at the thin fabric. "Still gonna have to punish you, though."

Mia makes a hmph sound and he smirks, snapping the waistband again.

"Thought you were doing being bratty. Are you gonna take your punishment like a good pet?"

She can hear the taunting tone in his voice without having to turn around and see his impish face. Even though she's craving his touch, quickly becoming desperate to have his hands on every inch of her skin, she knows disobeying him won't get her anywhere — at least not now, after she's made a scene he won't let her forget.

"Answer me, pup." His words are punctuated by a firm slap across her right ass cheek, a gasp falling from her lips. The quick sting feels good, especially since she knows it's coming from her lover.

"Yes, daddy." Mia replies, pressing her thighs together.

"There's my good girl," he says through a low voice, smacking her left cheek this time, "Now, what are you gonna do the next time you want my attention? The next time you're missing me and thinking of being naughty?"

"Gonna tell you," Mia winces as he delivers another blow. "Not gonna be bad, gonna communicate."

"That's right."

The slaps come faster after that; he counts out 10 but her mind grows fuzzy somewhere around 8, when her skin feels hot to the touch and she's sure the imprint of his hand is clear as day on her ass. The thought makes her core flutter.

"Good job, baby," Harry murmurs, smoothing his hand over her lower back. He uses the other to unbuckle the belt and she hears it tumble to the floor. "You did so good."

She hums, crossing her ankles behind her, "Am I done being punished?"

"Hmm, what do you think?" Harry gently tugs her up so she's on her knees, splitting her thighs to pull them over his waist, "Do you think you deserve some pleasure now? Or should I make you watch daddy just jerk himself off instead?"

A whimper scratches its way out of her throat as she shakes her head, eyes wide.

"No? You don't think I should just tuck my cock into those pretty little pussy lips? Rut against you until I cum all over my pussy?" He presses soft kisses along her jaw and up to her ear as he speaks, a juxtaposition from his dirty words. "And instead of letting you play with my cum the way I know you love... I'll just shove my fingers inside to make sure it sticks, hm? No orgasm, just get you knocked up, all swollen with daddy's cum."

"F-fuck," Mia mewls just as Harry raises his thigh ever so slightly, just enough to brush up against her sensitive clit. Her hips stutter; she's expecting him to scold her but he doesn't, and so she rolls them once more, the smallest bit of pleasure electrifying her entire body.

"Does that turn you on, puppy?" Harry whispers against the shell of her ear, making her jaw drop as she ruts her pussy over his thigh once more, "Having an older man get you pregnant? Make you a mumma? Gorgeous girl with a swollen belly full of daddy's cum, hm?"

"Daddy," she moans, ducking her head back. The stimulation between his words and his muscular thigh is almost too much. She feels like she's close to exploding, every cell in her body erupting into stars.

"You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?" He presses with a dark chuckle, "Should've known from the second I set my eyes on you, going on a date with someone so much older. Just wanted my cock the whole time. Wanted a real man who could take care of you and get you pregnant."

She's moving her hips impossibly fast against his leg now, the layers of fabric doing nothing to stop the bliss quickly zipping through her body.

"I'm gonna— I'm gonna—"

"You're gonna what?" Harry mocks, the sudden feeling of his fingers denting her hip bones making her eyes snap open, "I know you're not gonna say you're coming, puppy."

Mia's jaw drops, her pussy clenching at the orgasm that could have (should have) been. She stutters through an attempt at words but she's too surprised, the evil smirk on Harry's lips distracting her.

"Think that's enough of that for today," he says, tapping her legs once as a wordless request to get up. "Have you eaten? I'm starving."

As Harry trails into the kitchen to look through the contents of her fridge, Mia stays frozen on the couch.

Oh, she was going to get him back for this one.

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turtletaubwrites · 5 months

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Bad Timing ~ Part 11

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Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3798

This is part 11 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link

Summary: The boys are still overprotective, and someone gets their feelings hurt.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Polyamory, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Cigarettes, they’re gross, don’t smoke, Condoms, Insecurity, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare

A/N: Hope you enjoy the drama!

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“Darling, I adore you, but must I really be your target practice this morning?”

Sanji was wiping a small, soggy wad of paper off of his lapel. You purred at him as you prepared another spitball.

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll help you clean up later.”

You almost felt bad for abusing the power you had over Sanji with his near desperate need for you. Almost.

“By all means, my love. Though I was hoping that you’d be wearing less clothes when you spit on me.”

You choked, but managed to aim at him again. A smug laugh escaped you when you got him on the forehead.

He wiped it off, then lunged at you, kissing, and tickling you until you were squirming in his arms.

“If you don’t stop teasing me, sweetheart, I might forget myself, and take you right here. Fuck you on deck in front of the whole crew. Would you like that?”

You gasped in between laughs, until another voice cut in.

“Get a room, guys! Some of us are trying to work.”

Pulling yourself away, you found Usopp tinkering.

“Sorry, Usopp. I don’t think Sanji is a good option for target practice. Do you have a board I can use?”

The board was satisfying as you could see your progress more clearly, but it definitely wasn’t as fun.

After lunch, Nami had you running around the deck, then doing push ups until you were dripping with sweat.

“What about fighting?”

“We‘ll get there, noodle arms. First you’ve gotta build up some strength first.”

If your arms weren’t dead, you would have punched her.

At dinner, you were practically melting into your seat. The shower had cleaned away your sweat, but not your exhaustion.

“You’d better not tire yourself out this much tomorrow. I won’t go easy on you.”

Shivering at Zoro’s whispered threat, you leaned forward to grab another glass of water.

As you leaned away from him you caught Robin’s gaze. You adored her little smile, always so much hidden meaning behind her eyes. Fighting all the lovely distractions in your life, you turned your sights on your friend.

“Usopp, how are things coming along?”

You were trying to keep your excitement down, but you were practically buzzing.

“Not there yet, Y/N, but I can show you my plans tomorrow.”

Zoro’s hand gripped almost painfully into your thigh, and you looked a question at him.

He let go, smoothing his hand on your skirt before coughing, then leaning toward the sniper.

“I need to look over those plans-“

“And me as well, Usopp.”

“Guys.”

Your swordsman and your cook looked at you, both looking stubborn as hell. You didn’t want to fight them every step of the way with this.

“Luffy, are you excited for me to practice, and use my skills more?”

“Of course, Y/N! That’s why you’re here.”

His grin was infectious, and you felt shivers over your skin at your captain’s support.

“Thanks, captain!”

Sanji turned away as he started on dishes, while Zoro tensed beside you. They both stayed behind, watching silently as you stretched your sore arms.

“This isn’t your decision. You guys need to stop with this overprotective crap.”

“Not gonna happ- “I’ll never stop pro-”

“Stop!”

Real anger came out this time, and you watched shock flit across both of their faces, before their determination settled back in. You weren’t going to let it slide again.

“I’m serious! I need you guys to remember that I’m not just your girlfriend, not just some girl you fuck. I’m a Straw Hat Pirate, and you need to respect me as one.”

You tried to keep your breathing steady as you watched their faces. You couldn’t decipher them both at once, so you pushed again before they could speak.

“This isn’t a game to me. You can either help me, or get over it... I’m going to take a break tonight. I’ll be working and training tomorrow, but if you want, we can have our time tomorrow night instead, Sanji.”

“Of course I-” “Shut up, waiter. Y/N-”

You didn't stay, you were too overwhelmed with righteous frustration and creeping self doubt to keep it together.

Staring at the ceiling, you tried to be excited about your plans, but all you felt was empty. A soft knock shook you out of dissociation, and you opened the door without thinking.

“Hey, Needy.”

You furrowed your brows at the clearly sleepy first mate leaning on your doorframe.

“Hey, Zoro. What’s up?”

“Can I come in,” he asked as he pushed his way in. You just chuckled, and let him pass.

He turned to face you, and you raised your eyebrows.

“I’m, uh. I’m sorry.”

Crossing your arms, you did your best Zoro impression as you looked him over.

“Doesn’t look like it to me.

His surprised laugh brought you back to yourself.

“I’m serious, Needy. You were right. I still need to treat you like a member of the crew.”

Smiling, you moved toward him, touching his fingers lightly.

“Yes, you do. A crewmate with extra benefits.”

The look on his face almost had you on your knees, but you pulled him into a hug instead.

“Thank you, Zoro. I’d love your help with this, as long as you aren’t hovering like a mama bird.”

He huffed a laugh as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close.

“You know this means I’m gonna kick your ass, right?”

“Looking forward to it!”

Zoro had you squirming with laughter and kisses, but you shooed him out and went to sleep, feeling warmth keeping the self doubt at bay.

~

Actually getting work and training done during the day felt good, but you had to shake yourself after every intense glance Sanji sent you.

You swirled the ice in your drink while he finished his dinner. Your skin was getting hotter every moment as he watched you. His eyes looked darker, and his breathing hitched when he saw you move or gasp. The way he reacted always made you want to perform for him, to tease him. Just to see what else you could make him do.

Setting his plate aside, he gripped your hand in his, and a sudden shift in his body language had you on edge.

“Everything okay?”

“Actually, Y/N, I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Sanji’s thumbs were tracing along your hand and wrist, but he wasn’t meeting your eyes. A sour feeling sank into your gut, and you couldn’t stand it.

“What do you mean, Sanji?”

He took a deep breath before finally meeting your gaze, his brows tensed slightly.

“I know that you need breaks whenever you choose, and that I shouldn’t be concerned about it.”

That sour feeling started to twist, and you steadied your breathing. Don’t react yet, I don’t know what he’s going to say.

He squeezed your hand lightly before continuing.

“I’ve just noticed that it seems to happen on my days with you more frequently.”

The tightness softened, and you started to reassure him. His eyes turned hard, and your words died in your throat when he kept going.

“Then last night I came to apologize after I finished cleaning up here.”

Sanji looked away from you again, and you saw his jaw clenching as he sat back.

“I know you took a break, but it was supposed to be my night. And then I caught him sneaking out of your room.”

You stared at him, not sure how to handle this. Sanji’s lips were pressed together, and he only met your gaze for a moment before looking down at your hands. He let you go. You reached for him, but he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it, and blowing the smoke away from you. Almost like an excuse not to look at you.

“I’m sorry, Sanji. Zoro just came to apologize. Nothing happened between us last night.”

You watched his jaw clenching more tightly, and you didn’t think excuses and explanations would get through to him.

“I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel unwanted, Sanji. I swear it’s all just bad timing.”

He met your eyes, and you saw more hurt than anger there. You reached for his free hand again, and he let you hold it, though it stayed unmoving under your touch.

“What can I do to help you feel wanted, Sanji? I want you, and I love being with you. How can I show you that?”

Sanji chewed his lip, shaking his head slightly as he thought of his response. He clenched his jaw again, and it looked like the anger won out this time.

“Do you want him more than you want me?”

“Wh-What?”

He pulled his hand back again, leaving yours empty and cold.

“What can I do to make you want me more, Y/N? I don’t think I can be rough with you like he is.”

His voice was heavy, and you wished he’d look at you.

“Sanji, please. I don’t want you to be different, I love everything you do with me, for me. This isn’t a competition.”

“Isn’t it? If you’re choosing to spend more time with him over me, aren’t I losing?”

“Sanji…”

He exhaled sharply, standing up to pace, leaving trails of smoke in his wake.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I’m only making things worse.”

You stood, catching his wrist, and pulling him to face you. You had to put a hand to his cheek to bring his eyes to yours, avoiding the cigarette he held between his lips.

“Sanji, we’re fucking human, okay? None of us are going to handle things perfectly. I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel this way, and I want to fix it. Thank you for talking to me about it before it got worse.”

His breath was heavy, and he pulled the cigarette away before the ashes could fall on you. He walked away from your touch again, putting his cigarette out. Heat was high in your throat as you watched him lean on the table and face you. He met your eyes, but closed his for a long moment before speaking softly.

“We’ve just started. I just got you. And now you’re putting yourself in danger. And that swordsman already has your heart… I don’t want to lose you already.”

Sanji looked lost, and the barest trace of tears at the corners of his eyes had your heart breaking for him. You had to go to him, taking his face in your hands, watching him blink away the unspilled tears.

“Sanji, you haven’t lost me. I’m not going anywhere. I want to be with you! I’m so sorry I haven’t been showing it.”

You felt warm tears fall down your face. Sanji finally broke his distance, and reached for you, kissing and wiping away your tears.”

“Please don’t cry for me, mon amour.”

You laughed, hearing the tears in your voice.

“Does it show you I care? I want you, Sanji.”

He kissed you then, and you heard what sounded like a whimper in his throat. You remembered what he’d shared about his time with Zeff on the island, and you realized you hadn’t thought about how his trauma could affect his relationships. I’m so stupid.

You both pulled back, gently tracing fingers down each other’s faces and arms, twirling through hair as your breathing relaxed.

“Thank you for telling me you’ve been hurting. I don’t want to make you feel this way again. What can I do?”

He shook his head with a small smile.

“I’m not sure, darling. I feel better now, with you in my arms.”

You let out a contented sigh as he pulled you against him, kissing the top of your head.

“I know you’re worried about me learning to fight. Do you want to come look at my plans, and maybe help me with some ideas?”

Sanji tensed slightly, but he let out a long breath before agreeing to meet you in your quarters.

Your face was red from crying, but not too bad. Grabbing your notes, you waited for him. You realized this was the first time you’d be alone together in your room, since you usually spent your time in the kitchen. Or the pantry.

That thought made your skin flush even more, and you gasped at the small knock on your door.

Sanji’s soft, knowing smile when he walked in made you chew your lip, and you grinned at the small bag he’d brought with him.

You had to force yourself not to straddle him before showing him your notes.

“Y/N, this is very well done.”

“But?”

He looked away, breathing deep before continuing.

“I will support you in this. But this weapon could hurt you just as much as it could hurt an enemy. Maybe more.”

Digging your fingers into your palm, you tried not to take his criticism personally. I know he’s only concerned for my safety.

“I know, Sanji. That’s why we agreed that I won’t take it off the ship until I’m ready.”

He bit his lip as he nodded at you.

“It really is a brilliant idea, sweetheart.”

Now you straddled him.

“Was that so hard to say?”

He laughed, his eyes sparkling as he pulled you closer, dragging your thighs along his until you felt him already getting hard beneath you.

“Is my sweet angel telling me that I don’t praise her enough? Oh, I can’t have that.”

He nuzzled into your neck, kissing and nibbling. You giggled at the tickling sensation, then gasped as you felt him twitch under you, his length turning to stone the more you squirmed for him.

“My gorgeous, brilliant girl. I should never have doubted you. You are so perfect, perfect for me.”

Your hands tugged at his hair, then pulled at his shirt until you could touch the skin of his back.

“Mon chéri, my radiant love, there aren’t words for how you enchant me.”

Still gasping and giggling, you started to punch his arms, your own still sore from working out.

“Stop, stop!”

The look on Sanji’s face when he pulled back made you moan, which only made him look more dangerous. His raspy words sent shivers all the way down to your toes.

“If you won’t let me tell you how much I adore you, will you give me the honor of showing you?”

All you could do was nod, then gasp as he lifted you before throwing you onto the bed. It was more forceful than Sanji normally was, and it sped your pulse.

Your jaw fell open as you watched him take his shirt off, the sight of the toned muscles he always hid made your brain pause.

After your reverie, you pulled your top off, but then Sanji’s large hands took over, taking each item of clothing off while his thumbs traced warm circles along your skin.

“Mm, that feels so good.”

“Sweetheart, we haven’t gotten started yet.”

The smile he gave you then took your breath. He smiled at you like you were his whole world, and the force of it sent chills across your body.

He pulled your panties away last, admiring the trails of slick that had already pooled there.

“Nuh uh, I’m running out.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my love,” he teased with a laugh. He still brought them to his face, and his eyes rolled back as he breathed in the scent.

He started to lean toward you, but you shooed him away.

“Your turn.”

Sanji grinned, but obliged. You couldn’t help the way your breath hitched when you watched him free himself from his pants. Your eyes went unfocused for a moment, until you saw the precum pooling at the tip of his thick cock. You cried out when it twitched for you, back arching.

“You want me that much, beautiful?”

His tease held some of that pain from before, and you needed it gone.

“Touch me, Sanji, see how much I want you.”

You spread your thighs for him, and the desperate look on his face made your body clench for him, your pussy aching for him to fill it.

“Please, Sanji, I want you so bad.”

A low whine came from his throat as he lunged toward you. You twitched as he traced his fingers along your center, pulling away with thick strands of your need for him.

“Fuuck, angel…”

“Please, fuck me, Sanji. I need you to fuck me right now.”

He’d shoved his fingers in his mouth, tasting you while you begged for him.

You were about to whine, but then you moaned as he shoved two fingers into you, twisting and curling until you were grinding on his hand.

“F-Fuck, Sanji, I’m close.”

“So soon, mon coeur? But I have all night to take care of you. How many times do you think you can dance for me?”

He taunted those words as he added a third finger, and used his other hand to toy with your clit. You were panting, clenching your teeth to keep from screaming while you came.

“You look so gorgeous like that, darling. While your perfect pussy squeezes my fingers like this. Do you think you’re ready, my love?”

You met his eyes, dark with lust, and nodded as you kept twitching.

“P-Please Sanji, I want you, please fuck me.”

His hands left you only to cradle your face while he kissed you, leaving trails of your pleasure along your jaw.

You stared open mouthed as he pulled a condom and lube out of that little bag. He watched you moan for him while he fisted them over all his girth, an evil little smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

He crawled toward you, and you found yourself crawling away, trying to gain some purchase on your little bed. You grabbed onto the wooden headboard, and caught him smiling.

He teased you, rubbing his cock along your entrance, pulling away.

“Such a beautiful girl. How can I serve you, mon cheri?”

“Fuck, Sanji, please.”

You whined, trying to grind onto him. He circled your clit with his tip, and you arched your back.

“I want you, Sanji, please!”

“I want you too, my love. I want you so deeply. I need you, darling.”

You were almost sobbing while he kept teasing, but then he lined himself up, and you gripped onto the headboard.

You were pretty sure it would always sting at least a bit when Sanji entered you. His girth stretched you, filling you so intensely. When he started to thrust you could feel the strength he held back, and you thought of how much he could hurt you if he wasn’t trying so hard not to. That thought made your eyes roll back.

“Look at me, angel.”

Sanji took one of your hands in his, interlacing your fingers above your head, supporting his weight on his elbow while trapping your arm. With his other hand, Sanji held your face toward his, thumb stroking your cheek.

You were so lost to the pain and pleasure of his cock inside you, already close again. But his voice, and the look in his eyes made you stay with him in the moment. With your free hand, you trailed along his hip and back, and you got lost again in the thought of what his powerful muscles could do.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

Your name on his lips brought your eyes to his again.

“Wh-Wha-”

“I just want to look at you darling.”

You felt your brows tense a bit, but you nodded, doing your best to keep your eyes on him while he fucked you. He released the hand above your head, wrapping his arm under your shoulder, holding your closer. He kept his fingers on your face, sometimes trailing into your hair while he poured over your features.

“Sanji…”

He kissed you softly, then continued to watch you while he worked into you.

Suddenly you were over the edge, and he held your face gently while you shattered.

“S-San-”

You had to cut yourself off to keep from screaming when you met his eyes. He started pumping into you harder, but his touch stayed so soft.

“You’re so beautiful when you moan my name, angel. Let me take care of you, my love. I’ll take such good care of you.”

He finally let go of your face to keep your orgasm going, playing with your clit while his thrusts got harder, faster.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N, so perfect for me, fuuuck…”

You met his eyes again while you moaned his name, and it was too much.

Sanji’s normally blissed out face was heavy with emotion while he came

You dug your nails into his back while you both shook, and moaned for each other. He held his forehead against yours, eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, your breath caught in your throat.

He kissed you, slow, and deep, and you melted into him, whimpering. He didn’t move away from you until you cried out from the aftershocks.

Sanji cleaned himself off, then used a towel to gently clean you, leaving kisses on your skin until he was done.

You felt numb. The afterglow you normally felt with Sanji felt almost separate from you. He pulled you to him, kissing your temple.

“You’re everything I need, mon ange.”

Suddenly Sanji’s flowery compliments felt heavy. You realized you hadn’t been taking Sanji seriously.

I didn’t think he would get real feelings for me. If that’s what this is?

You felt like a bitch for thinking that, but now the shock of the possibility was wearing off, and you relaxed into him.

You felt so comfortable, so safe in his arms.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

His soft chuckle, and tender touch sent you down, so at ease. So warm.

Then you felt something. You didn’t know where you were. But you felt something.

So much heat, and you let out a small whimper at the feeling of hardness behind you.

As you whimpered, you squirmed, only making that hard length brush up against your ass even more.

Then his arms were wrapping around you, sleepy kisses on your neck.

His cock was so fucking hard you shivered, and he started rutting against you. The length of him was rubbing between the top part of your cheeks, and you gasped when you felt precum from his tip along your lower back.

“S-Sanji?”

You both jerked as loud knocks started banging against the door, sounding like they were about to break it off its hinges.

“Wake the fuck up! You’re late for breakfast!”

You jumped up at Zoro’s voice, horrified as Sanji grimaced at his watch.

Today is Zoro’s day. Fuck.

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rogueddie · 1 year

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Steve isn't sure what he was expecting a dragon hybrid to look like. Monstrous probably. The last word he expected to think is 'pretty'.

But he is. His long hair that looks so soft, his big doe-eyes, full lips, soft jaw... even the way he tilts his head, looking so curious. The little smirk, the amusement, the glint in his eyes.

And the dragon parts don't make him look anymore monstrous either. They probably should. Massive wings that, even folded behind him, take up so much space with how massive they are. The dark leathery skin and scales climbing around his bare torso, a line of them going down his arm, to his claws.

"Oh, hel-lo," he uses his wings to lift him from where he's sat on the floor, the movement dangerously smooth. "Who do I need to thank for you?"

"What? Oh, uh, no, that, um," Steve stammers, face flushing. He grabs the handle of his sword, feeling a little uncertain. He misses the way the dragons eyes linger on his sword. "I'm not... I'm here as a knight of the Kingdom, to... uh, facilitate, your leave?"

The dragon steps closer, slowly and carefully. "Is that your fancy way of saying that you're here to kill me?"

"I'm not a murderer," Steve draws himself up. "I'm not gonna hurt you unless you force me. Making sure you leave is technically following my orders."

"Technically," the dragon repeats. He hovers, hesitating, before leaning into Steves personal space. "What if I don't want to leave?"

"Why wouldn't you? The people here are assholes to you. There's plenty of towns who'd love a dragon."

"What about my treasure? I'd have to start a new hoard and..." He sighs, looking around at the ruined little castle he's nesting in, full of trinkets and gold and instruments. "This took so long."

"Couldn't you take it with you? Or, uh, I could have it moved?"

"No," the dragon growls, baring his teeth for a moment. He clears his throat after a moment, looks a little embarrassed. "Sorry. I just... I don't like people touching my things."

"Right, no, obviously. Sorry."

The dragons grin only grows as the quiet stretches out, Steve struggling to find something to say.

"I'm Eddie, by the way."

"Huh?"

"Eddie. Kind of. It's the closest way of saying it with the human tongue."

"Oh. Uh, hi? I'm Steve." Steve smiles a little, gives him a little wave.

He's adorable, Eddie shakes his wings a little. Bites his lip to try and stop himself blurting something embarrassing out, but can't stop himself asking, "you wanna stay a little while?"

"Oh, no, I should-"

"Tell the people that you spoke to me for five minutes and it did nothing? Nah, come on. We can chat or something. Think of some excuse on how you so nearly defeated the beast, if only the wily thing hadn't slipped away or whatever."

Steve follows him after a moment, looking over the little room Eddie leads them into. It's covered in softer things, blankets and stuffed furniture.

"Here," Eddie gestures to the big centerpiece loveseat. He perches on a little table, the space already cleared perfectly from other times he's clearly sat there.

Steve unclips his sword before falling back onto the seat. He shifts around to get comfortable, sprawling out. The sight has possessiveness burning through Eddie, Steve fitting perfectly among his treasures.

He stiffens when he looks to Eddie, who watches him with sharp eyes, leaning forward. Something about him looks suddenly dangerous.

"Uh, Eddie? Is this alright?"

"Yeah," Eddies voice is low, hushed. "Yeah, that's perfect."

"You sure? You're looking at me like you want to eat me."

Eddie immediately shakes his head. "No. No, it... I don't want to hurt you. It's..." Eddie looks him over again. "Fuck. Sorry, it's... I want to keep you."

Steve flushes bright red, tries to laugh it off. "What, you'd consider someone like me treasure?"

"You'd be the prettiest," Eddie tries for teasing. But his voice is strained, eyes still just as dangerous and sharp.

"How would that work? Like, keeping me?"

"Don't," Eddies voice cracks. "This... Bad idea. You- you should go."

Steve shifts so he's sat on the edge of the chair, hesitates. "When should I come back? It's... I don't know if any excuse I have will be good enough. They're probably gonna send me back anyway."

Eddie closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath. "Steve."

"Right, sorry, I'm leaving."

He grabs his sword before walking quickly out. He doesn't look back until he's outside, immediately spotting Eddie in the window. He tries to wave, but Eddie ducks out of sight.

Logically, Steve knows he should take the warning and run. Come up with some bullshit tale that'll keep the people from bothering Eddie, or something that'll get them to send someone else.

He knows, he understands, that going back would be a bad idea. A really bad idea. Dragons infamously keep people as treasure and finding a dragon that would let someone they see as treasure walk away is unheard of. Steve knows that Eddie wouldn't be able to let him go a second time, not with how obviously he was waring with his instincts.

"Is the dragon dead?" Is the question he's asked as soon as he arrives back.

Steve is already shaking his head, answers without thinking. "Not a killer. I'm going to try to talk to him again tomorrow."

edit: not a part 2 but for those asking for more, I'm slowly making it a full fic on ao3

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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eddie x cheerleader

they had a fight , eddie cant focus so he canceled hellfire

he still stays after school so he can watch her performance

he sees her smile is so fake

and even while shes performing he sees tears dripping out of her eyes

so he starts crying too

but once shes done performing , he follows her and gets on his knees and apologizes

Hopefully this is what you were looking for!

Angst with a happy ending :)

I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT

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Eddie Munson had his beliefs and refused to change them. He was stubborn and hard headed. Quick to be defensive and claim he is always right. Even if that meant putting his pride in front of his relationship with his girlfriend.

"Eddie it's just this is my last performance of the season and you haven't been to a single one since we got together. I know you hate sports, the jocks, and the atmosphere but can't you do it for me, just this once?"

The same argument again. The couple have been fighting about Eddie going to one performance, just one, before her cheerleading season ended. Always hurting when all the cheerleaders smiled at their boyfriends who watched in the crowd, Y/N wanted that. She wanted to feel supported too.

"I don't get why we have to fight about this. I told you I hate being around those people. And I have hellfire tonight, I can't just cancel that for your dance." He scoffed, arms crossing in a defensive manner. Arguing quietly in the hallway while the rest of the school was in class or the lunch room.

"it's not a dance! It's a performance, which you wouldn't know since you never bother to come." She spat, her own arms crossing in front of her. "look I get it, the jocks are assholes and treat you like crap. But I've been doing my best to make them leave you alone. All the girls on my team adore us because you make me happy. They even ask for you to come. Do you know how embarrassing it is to watch every boyfriend in the crowd cheering for them? They all have someone to look for in the crowd, someone to smile at and run to when the game is done? I have no one out there Eddie! I'm the only one left on the court once we are done." She explained, trying her hardest to keep her tears in her eyes. She could not ruin the make up she spent hours doing for her last performance.

"oh now you are being dramatic, not every girl on that team has a boyfriend sitting there." He tried to defend, ignoring the pain in his chest imagining her standing there alone, wishing for him to just be there.

But Eddie could not go against everything he believed in. He already was a hypocrite for dating a cheerleader, he couldn't break down his pride even more. Not when he preached to his sheep about the venom of popularity.

"I don't even know why I still try. Enjoy your club asshole, I'll find a ride with Chrissy." She spat, ponytail harshly swinging as she marched past him, a shove in his shoulder. Not a single word she said went through his brain, just right out of his ears. Too stubborn to even be there for her. Maybe she just needs to pull the plug on them? Was the disappointment worth it every time?

~~

Eddie sat at the lunch table, hearing the boys talk about how excited they are for the campaign, Eddie couldn't match the atmosphere.

He felt so fucking bad. The way she looked like she was going to cry when she walked past him was stuck in his head. He tried to shrug it off, focus on the campaign at hand.

~~

He couldn't, he cancelled hellfire the second all the boys walked in.

"I just don't have it in me." He sighed as he sat at his throne.

The boys watched their leader placing his head in his hand, obviously in distress.

"that's fine Eddie. Take the time you need. We'll just go watch the game? Lucas is playing! Plus it's Y/N's final game." Dustin said excitedly, he's secretly been dying to watch her perform, hellfire always landed the same days as games so he never got to see her.

When Eddie first dated her, Dustin was the most supportive. He didn't give a shit if Eddie liked a cheerleader after all the talk he preached. She was different, it was easy to tell.

Eddie's head snapped up at her name.

"you want to watch my girlfriend?" Eddie questioned.

"duh! I've been dying to see the routines she's made. They sound totally badass but it's always the same as hellfire nights so I never got to go." Dustin shrugged. Having no idea his words were stabbing Eddie even deeper in his heart.

The boys raced out of the room, heading to the gym to catch the game and apparently Y/N's performance.

Eddie truly was the only one who still held on to his words of the popular world. His club didn't even give a shit he was dating a cheerleader, all excited to watch her perform. Now he felt like even more of an ass. Simply refusing to watch her because he was scared of what his club would think of him for going back on his words. An excuse that had no truth behind it.

~~

The boys found the only open spot on the bleachers, quickly filling it with their bodies.

Mike, Gareth, and Jeff quickly searching for Lucas but Dustin was searching for Y/N.

A huge smile on his face when she spotted her stretching, head down not bothering to look at the crowd. Dustin waited for her to look up just once so he could wave, but she never did.

By the time Eddie quit his pity party he got up, collecting his backup and walking to the gym. He walked in the doorway, searching for an open seat but the gym was packed completely. He sighed and leaned against the wall. Maybe if he was a good boyfriend and showed up on time, he'd have a seat.

Eddie realized he was catching the end of the game. The cheerleaders were finishing their last routine. Eddie felt even more like shit, he missed the whole thing except for the final damn flip. Truly never once seeing his girlfriend do something she loved. He watched her closely, a smile of hers usually fixed everything. But the smile she had wasn't real, it looked fake and painful. He could see her blinking rapidly, a sign she was holding back tears. Eddie found himself blinking just as fast. Trying to ignore the burn in his throat.

He stood against the wall for the next ten minutes of what was left of the game. Once he heard the final buzzer go off, he watched as everyone cheered. Lucas was thrown in the air by the team. Eddie felt himself smile at one of his sheep getting supported, maybe the jocks weren't that horrible.

His smile quickly fell when the basketball team moved over, now seeing his girlfriend packing up her bag, alone. Eddie looked to the bleachers to see, in fact, every single cheerleader kissing their boyfriends. His shoulders somehow slumped even more, she wasn't lying. She was the only one on the team who had no one to congratulate her.

Eddie for once decided his pride wasn't worth it. He dropped his backpack on the floor, gathering as much courage as his pathetic body could manage. He went to move but stopped when he saw Dustin running to her. Hugging her from behind. He laughed a little as she jumped and screamed. "That fucker and his little crush."

~~

Feeling arms wrapped around her was the last thing she expected. She jumped and screamed as she turned around.

"OMG DUSTIN!" she screamed trapping him in a bear hug. Dustin didn't even care that she was sweaty, hugging her tighter as she hugged him harder.

She looked over Dustin's shoulder to see the rest of hellfire behind him with big smiles.

"holy shit. What are you guys doing here?" She was confused, the campaign in no way could have been finished. Eddie kept them for hours in that room.

She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face though. Her heart is warming, she had people in the crowd that came to see her.

"Eddie was in a bad mood so he cancelled, so Dustin of course said we needed to come watch Lucas but I think he wanted to see you more." Mike joked.

Y/N laughed as Dustin's cheeks flared red.

"that's adorable." She squealed kissing his cheek. His face turned even redder, completely burning.

Y/N wishes that the good feeling lasted a bit longer, because now she realized, hellfire was cancelled, the boys were here, and Eddie wasn't with them.

Dustin knew once he saw the look in her eyes change what she was thinking.

"I think he went to the bathroom." Dustin quickly lied, not wanting to hurt her more with the truth that her boyfriend never showed up.

She nodded fast, not believing a word Dustin said. She knew Eddie, and Eddie did not show up.

"well I have to go change and head home with Chrissy. Thank you guys for coming. It means a lot." She cried happily, throwing them in a group hug. Waving goodbye as she walked to the locker room.

~~

Dustin was racing out of the gym, marching to the parking lot for a specific van.

"did she ask?" Dustin jumped hearing a voice behind him, turning around to see Eddie against the school wall smoking a cigarette.

Dustin marched up and threw it on the ground.

"seriously Eddie? You are out here smoking instead of being with her?"

"I know okay? I was going to go but once I saw how happy she was when you all were there, I feel like I didn't deserve to ruin her moment."

"Eddie you wouldn't have ruined it. You would have made it better. She wanted you there. Now forget your goddamn stupid pride for one second, take out your balls, and make it up to your hot girlfriend that is way out of your league!" Dustin demanded his finger smashing right into Eddie's chest.

If Dustin wasn't saying something so true, Eddie might just have kicked his freshmen ass for talking to him that way.

But he was right, so Eddie nodded and turned to walk back into the school. His backpack was still in the gym so he walked to grab it. Stopping in his place when he saw Y/N searching the gym floor in a panic.

Eddie walked up behind her, the floor creaking underneath his sneakers.

"Chrissy did you find it? I need to find that ring. Eddie is going to kill me." She panicked, searching under every chair.

"I don't think he'd kill you. He definitely deserves to be killed though" He said. Watching her body freeze as she turned to see him standing there.

She stood up fast, dusting off her skirt. She never got to change, once she made it to the locker room she realized the necklace she wore with Eddie's ring on it was gone. The necklace she wore to every game underneath her uniform, just to have him there somewhere.

"I didn't mean to lose it." She panicked

"I don't even know which ring you are talking about. I promise it's not that big of a deal." He tried to make her feel better.

"NO IT IS A BIG DEAL. It's the only thing I have to pretend you are here with me and I need to find it " she demanded, back on her knees searching the floor.

Eddie couldn't believe how much harder each blow got in his gut. It was like watching a bomb destroy every building one by one. He was watching her fall apart more and more, all because of his pride.

He kneeled to the floor in front of her, grabbing her hands to stop her searching.

"I'm here now." He tried

She yanked her hands free

"doesn't matter now Eddie. I'm graduating and will never cheer again. At least now you won't have to listen to me fight to get you here "

He deserved that, he knew he did.

"I'm really fucking sorry." He whispered, sitting across from her.

"whatever Eddie." She said, following his actions. Sitting with her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly against her legs.

"no I mean it. I have been the most shitty boyfriend ever. Hellfire should never have come before you. My pride should have never been more important than you. I fucked up and I fucked up bad, I know that. The second the boys all cheered I cancelled hellfire and went to the game, I realized I was the only one stuck on my words. None of them cared I fell in love with you. They didn't care if you were a cheerleader and that I was a huge hypocrite. It was all in my head. And I should have been here to be there for you. You deserved to feel as special as you did tonight at every game. I made it to the end. I know that doesn't count for anything. But I am so happy my boys were there for you, when I was too proud to be. I don't even deserve you to even think of keeping me around. You should honestly dump me in the most cruel way possible. Slash my tires or something." He joked, smiling on the inside when she laughed, wiping the tears that were falling down her eyes

"but if for some reason you are just as dumb as me, and still allow me to be around you. I would really love to make this up to you." He finished, hand searching for hers once again. This time she didn't move it away.

"I might just be even more dumber than you are because I love you too." She joked, pushing her shoulder against his. He laughed with her, wiping his own tears.

"doesn't mean I forgive you though. You made me feel really shitty and I need some action to back up your words."

"absolutely baby. I totally understand." He said. Relief filling his body, he has one more chance.

"if you are up for it, I have the rest of my night open. Why don't you perform every single routine you came up with for me?" He offered.

A huge smile stretched on her face

"you really want to sit here as I do over like 15 routines?" She laughed

"as long as you keep the outfit on." He winked. Another smack to his shoulder but the way she smiled warmed his heart.

He has a chance to fix it, and he wasn't going to ruin that.

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Rock Her Shit | Hazel Callahan x Reader

Brain is rotting all I can think about is Hazel Hazel Hazel so I wrote this. Your crush Hazel punches you in the face and needs to do first aid. Locker room lesbian activities happen.

plus size/tall reader implied, she’s bigger than hazel is at least. i will probably make a part two because i fantasize about reader kicking PJ in the chest after saying mean things to Hazel

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Your favorite thing about Hazel, besides her deep blue eyes, dimples, and adorably awkward personality, was her rings. All silver, probably curated from years of thrifting and estate sales. Your favorite was one she had favored on her right middle finger. It was some sort of bug. You were never able to get a close enough look at it. But it hurt like a bitch when it collided with your face.

Slamming down on the gym floor added to the pain. Hazel was a lot shorter than you, and probably half your weight. You had taken a liking to platform shoes lately - that only added to your size difference. But as little as she was. she was strong.

“Oh SHIT!” You heard one of the girls say. Your ears were ringing. A blurry Hazel is above you, hair falling wildly over her face. Your head falls to the side, searching for some comfort on the cold hardwood floor.

“Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” Hazel looked so concerned, pleading eyes and furrowed brows. She pouted and shook you to get a response. You could hear the other girls in the fight club chattering, wondering what to do. All you could think to do was laugh.

“What the fuck Callahan.” You turn towards her and smile, but see tears welling in her eyes “I thought we were becoming friends. Help me up.”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to ohmygod you’re bleeding. SHE’S BLEEDING SOMEONE GET A TOWEL!” She grabs your arm places her hand under your head to help you sit up. You brought your hand up to your left cheek feeling warmth and see crimson as you lift it away. Huh. You were bleeding.

“Hazel, I’ll be fine. I’m super tough. One time in girl scouts I slept in a tent. For three nights!” you tried to ease the tension and sad look on her face. This made her smile a little bit, so you continued. You couldn’t stand her looking so remorseful. “And once, when I went to a movie, they were out of blue raspberry ICEEs. I was so brave about it. I only drank cherry that night. I can basically handle anything.”

You can see the tension in her melt away, and Sylvie hands her a towel. “This still looks pretty bad. Let’s go to the bathroom so I can clean you up. I think my ring cut you.” Hazel hands you the towel and shows you where to hold it.

Standing all the way up now, you make your way to the locker room with her.

You lean against the sink, looking at your bloody face in the mirror. Could be cool, you thought, a scar right on your cheek. Maybe it would make your eyes pop.

Hazel brings an old plastic chair for you to sit in. “My lady,” She gestures you to sit down. She also found a first aid kit in the coach’s office. She throws the bloody towel in the trash and begins to clean your wound. It stings, but you try not to show it. She leans over you as she helps you. Hazel is really gentle, taking her time to clean your cut.

“Does that feel better?”

You nodded but didn’t know what to say, so you just sat quietly, letting her do first aid on you and taking this opportunity to study her face. Her eyes seemed darker somehow. You knew they were blue, but the bad locker room lighting made them almost black. You noticed how sometimes a piece of hair would fall into her face and annoy her. You wanted to tuck it behind her ear for her. Pieces stuck out randomly, her hair looked so soft. She kept making eye contact with you and abruptly looking away.

You had never been this close to her before. You had admired her from afar when fight club started, reading her recap emails and giggling at the weird things she said. You had shared classes with her since freshman year but had never really /noticed/ her. Too caught up in your own world and studies. But she crashed into your life and demanded attention.

Your eyes, naturally, fell to her lips. They looked kind of chapped, and she had a small tear from a fight with PJ last week. They looked so soft. Pink. Kissable. Something overcame you then, and before you knew it your hand was on her face, fingers resting on her round cheeks, thumb brushing the injury on her bottom lip.

“Y/N?” Hazel locks eyes with you. Frozen. Unsure what to do. She just punched you in the face and cut your cheek with a dragonfly ring, now here you are staring up at her with glossy eyes and parted lips, your hand on her face.

“Yeah?” You bite your lip in response. No going back now. You tuck a piece of hair behind her face and she kneels down before you.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” Hazel inquires.

“Do you want me to?” You ask back.

“Yes please.”

Your lips meet, tasting like honey chapstick and Hazel. Your hand finds the back of her head and you deepen the kiss. Her lip splits open again and adds the taste of metallic blood to your kiss. You didn’t care. Something insatiable was unlocked in you, Hazel’s grip going to your hips that spilled over the small school issued chair.

She climbs up on to you, straddling you and gripping the back of your head. Your other hand goes to the curve of her lower back. All of the pain in your head is forgotten when she grips your waist and pulls you into her.

Open, wet kisses follow, moaning into each other, needing more more more. She grabs your face in her hands and moves you toward her. The pain of your cheek only intensifies the pleasure of Hazel’s lips on yours, tongues together.

Hands go wild on each other, hers lift the side of your shirt to grab your love handles, so aptly named. Your hands creep under the back of her oversized t shirt, when you hear the door to the locker room open. Thank god you’re out of sight.

“Hey Hazel how is Y/N doing? Do you guys need any help?”

Hazel’s eyes grow wide and her head whips towards Josie’s voice. Breathless, she replies “We’re good! Thanks! Just bandaging her up now! Be out soon.”

You look at each other again, and Hazel places soft, tender kisses to your lips and uncut cheek.

“What just happened?” She asks you, as if your guess is any better than hers.

“I don’t know, but I’d like if it happened again. And again, and again.” You smile and look up at the girl in your lap. Her bunny teeth and dimples show as she nods furiously.

“Let me actually clean you up now. Shit. There’s blood on my hand. Oh my god. I’m not a very good nurse. I told them we needed to bring in a first aid person! PJ never wants to listen to what I say.” As she lifts herself off you, you can’t help but miss the weight on your hips.

“Well I am very sorry for interrupting your healing nurse Hazel. If there’s any way I can make it up to you please let me know. I promise to be the perfect patient next time.” You make your way over to the sink and wash your wound once again. “It doesn’t look too bad, I think just a larger bandaid will be fine. I’ll take good care of it. No more hot girls grabbing my face.”

“Hot girls? What?” Hazel looks worried before you reassure her.

“I mean you. You are the hot girl.” You smile at each other.

“Oh. Okay” She sounds relieved. “Yeah just, let me grab a bandaid and we can go back out there and nothing happened here okay?” She turns away from you and opens the first aid kit, searching for something to protect your face.

“Hazel, I don’t want to forget this. I really like you. Like. Romantically as a human person. I know there’s obvious sexual compatibility but I would love to take you out on a date if you want?” You were incredibly nervous to ask her out, despite the fact that you had been dry humping less than a minute earlier.

She opens the bandaid and places it lovingly on your cheek, looking up at you before responding. “Yeah. Yes. I would really like that. My mom just bought me a car so I can take us anywhere you want to go. The planetarium is starting a new series next week. I like to go there. Or we can go on a picnic or see a movie or something. I like to go to the special screenings the theater has where the sound isn’t as loud. It’s on Saturday mornings and it’s mostly kids movies bu-“

You cut her off with a peck on the lips. “I’d be happy to do any and all of those things. But let’s get back out there, okay? I don’t want the girls to worry about me. I’ll call you when the club is over.”

“Yeah, okay! Yeah” She motions for you to lead the way out. Back into the gym of a dozen girls wondering why it took you so long to clean up, concerned for your well being.

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